Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 128: Unending movie night.

Chapter 128: Unending movie night.

Even if an earthquake were tearing the ground apart or an alien invasion unfolded just outside the window, Chris doubted anything could drag him away from this moment.

Sky sat opposite him.

His lips tantalizingly close.

His beautiful, hesitant eyes locked on him.

And Chris’s finger... resting on those perfect lips.

Damn.

Chris was absolutely damned.

The voice in his head whispered, dark and tempting, and before he could think twice, he obeyed. He dipped his finger just slightly, teasing the line of Sky’s mouth.

Sky’s eyes snapped open, wide with shock and... something.

Something undefinable.

Chris couldn’t look away. His lips twitched into a slow, wicked smile as Sky’s chest heaved, rising and falling with shallow breaths. His gaze flitted between disbelief and...

That something.

"Sky Sato." Chris let the name roll off his tongue, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that made the air between them almost crackle with tension.

’I will not give you to anyone else,’ he thought fiercely, but he dared not say it aloud. Not yet. Sky wasn’t ready to hear that. If Chris pushed too far, too fast, he might vanish, and Chris couldn’t risk losing him. Not when they were this close. He had to be careful. Like a predator stalking his favourite prey.

Chris’s finger met resistance—Sky’s teeth.

Undeterred, he tapped on them, playful and deliberate, as though he were knocking on a door.

It was ridiculous, absurd even, and when Sky let out a quiet, startled laugh, Chris joined him.

For a brief moment, the tension broke, giving way to shared amusement. But Chris wasn’t done. He took the opportunity, dipping his finger in further until it brushed against Sky’s tongue.

Victory!!! (Evil Laughter. HA! HA!! HA!!!)

Then Sky bit him.

Chris yelped, pulling his hand back as the sharp press of teeth left faint indents on his skin. A laugh spilled from his lips, half-pained, half-delighted, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Rough," he teased, inspecting his finger with exaggerated care. Then, slowly, deliberately, he brought it to his lips and licked the faint sting away. "You like it rough, huh?"

Sky’s eyes darted away, his jaw tightening. "Stop saying... and doing stupid things like that," he muttered, but his voice lacked its usual sharpness.

Chris tilted his head, studying Sky like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "Stupid?" he repeated, feigning confusion. "I don’t think it’s stupid to wonder what’s going on in that head of yours."

"Chris..." Sky’s voice was a warning, but it wavered, betraying him.

Chris leaned back slightly, giving Sky just enough room to breathe—but not enough to escape. "Alright," he said, his voice softer, gentler. "I’ll stop. But only if you admit something."

Sky frowned, his brows furrowing. "Admit what?"

"That you’re thinking about it," Chris said, his voice barely more than a whisper. His gaze dropped, lingering on Sky’s lips before flicking back to his eyes. "Even if it’s just for a second." Chris paused and eyed him, daring to continue, "You’d like to know what I taste like," he whispered. "If it’s as sweet as I look."

Sky was frowning earlier, but the last statement made him scoff. "I think you are insane."

Chris’s smile shifted, losing its edge as he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Sky’s wrist. "You don’t have to say anything," he said, his voice warm, almost reassuring. "I just... I don’t want you to think I’m making fun of you. I wouldn’t do that. Never."

Sky blinked at him. Then he glanced at their point of contact, the faint warmth of Chris’s touch grounding him.

Sky pulled his hand away as though burned, his expression hardening. "You’re annoying."

Chris leaned back, resting his weight on his hands, the picture of unbothered ease. "And yet, you can’t seem to leave," he said, his voice dripping with playful mockery.

Sky glared at him, the flush on his cheeks betraying his attempt at composure. "Maybe I should." He moved as if to leave, but Chris’s hand shot out, catching his wrist—not forcefully, but firmly enough to stop him.

"Don’t."

The word was quiet, almost pleading, and it made Sky pause and look at him.

Fuck! Had he sounded too desperate? Chris hoped he hadn’t.

Chris loosened his grip, his fingers brushing against Sky’s wrist before letting go entirely. "Stay," he said, his voice softer now. "I’ll behave this time. Promise."

Sky hesitated, his gaze searching Chris’s face for the teasing smirk that usually accompanied his words. But it wasn’t there.

"You?" Sky asked, skeptical. "Behave?"

Chris shrugged, his expression one of exaggerated innocence. "I swear on my scholarship stipend."

Sky rolled his eyes but sat back down, though he maintained a sliver of distance between them. "Fine. But no more stupid questions." His voice was quiet. "And... games." He looked away.

Chris grinned. "Define ’stupid.’"

Sky shot him a warning look, and Chris raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I’ll be good."

Sky’s head fell back against the wall. "I hate you so much."

Chris laughed, the sound rich and unguarded. "No, you don’t."

Sky didn’t respond, but the faintest twitch of his lips betrayed him.

Chris noticed, of course. He always noticed.

The tension eased slightly, and for a moment, they both pretended to focus on the movie playing in the background. Chris felt slightly guilty toward the producers of this movie for using their beloved film just to get with a guy.

He tried to behave this time just as he had promised, but Chris couldn’t shake the feeling in the air—something electric, something impossible to ignore.

Something radiating off the other person in the room.

He didn’t look at Sky, afraid he would do something stupid again.

Instead, he focused on trying to control his emotion.

He was very hot.

He adjusted his sweatpants under the covers, grateful they hid the growing evidence of his thoughts. He was tempted to glance at Sky, to see if he felt the same, but he didn’t dare.

When the heat became unbearable, Chris ran a hand through his hair and turned to Sky. "Can we turn on the AC? It’s getting kinda—"

He froze.

Why was Sky looking at him like... that?

Sky was looking at him, his gaze dark and intense, like he was holding back a storm.

Before Chris could process it, Sky lunged. He grabbed Chris and flipped him onto the mattress with a force that almost knocked the air from Chris’s lungs.

Chris could have sworn Sky had no such kind of energy on him. How...

The playful energy from earlier had vanished, replaced by something raw, consuming, and utterly inescapable. Sky loomed over him, his weight pinning Chris down, his hands gripping his wrists above his head.

Chris stared up at him, wide-eyed, his heart pounding. "Sky..."

But Sky didn’t respond. The look in his eyes said everything.