Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 129: Green Light.

Chapter 129: Green Light.

Chris blinked up at him, stunned into silence for the first time in what felt like forever. The heat radiating off Sky’s body was overwhelming, intoxicating, and Chris felt like he was standing on the edge of something both dangerous and thrilling.

This wasn’t the Sky he knew. The controlled, quiet Sky who kept his emotions buried deep was gone. In his place was someone fierce, unrelenting, and undeniably dominant.

Sky’s eyes were wild, darkened with something Chris couldn’t quite name but felt down to his core. His chest heaved like he’d been running, though it wasn’t exertion that lit the fire in his gaze—it was something deeper. Primal.

"Sky," Chris started, his voice cracking slightly. His usual confidence faltered under the weight of the moment.

Chris had never dreamed in his entire life that a guy would have him in this kind of position, leaving him speechless. He had always imagined it the other way around. Especially with Sky. He’d teased Sky endlessly, pushed him to his limits, but he’d never expected this.

"Shut up." Sky’s voice was low, trembling with restrained power.

The command startled Chris. His lips parted, but he couldn’t find the words.

Sky’s grip on his wrists tightened, firm, and unyielding. Chris thought for a second that Sky might actually hit him, but then Sky’s gaze dropped—to his lips. It lingered there, heated and hungry, as if Sky were fighting a battle he was destined to lose.

"Why?" Sky’s voice was rough, hoarse with frustration. "Why do you keep pushing me?"

He really looked angry.

"I don’t—"

"I said, shut up!" He snapped again at Chris, making him confused.

Okay, he liked this guy, but how was he supposed to respond when Sky wouldn’t let him say a word?

The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with tension that even the sounds from the film could not cut it.

Chris stared up at Sky, utterly still for once, his usual smirk replaced by something quieter, something more vulnerable.

Sky seemed to be fighting demons in his head, and he didn’t want to interrupt. But he could no longer hold it in. He was beginning to get too excited, and Sky would notice. Pretty soon.

"Look, Sky..." Chris started, his voice barely audible, unsure if it was a plea or a challenge. "Can I at least talk?"

Sky’s eyes, dark and unreadable, studied him. "You talk too much," he said, but his voice was softer now, his gaze lingering on Chris’s face.

"And you like it." Chris whispered. Maybe returning back to the light tone would cut this tension.

"Don’t," Sky snapped, his tone razor-sharp, silencing him in an instant.

Chris’s lips parted, but no words came. Sky’s eyes burned into his, wild and unreadable, a storm brewing beneath the surface. His chest rose and fell with heavy, uneven breaths, and his grip tightened even stronger as though afraid Chris might slip away if he let go.

"You could flip me off," Sky said suddenly, his voice dangerously low, his eyes narrowing. "You’re strong enough. Why haven’t you?"

Chris blinked.

Could he?

Wait, he could.

His brain probably shut down for a second to forget that.

"I—" Chris began, but Sky cut him off. Again.

"Do you have any idea what you’re doing?" Sky’s voice trembled with barely controlled anger. His gaze flicked to Chris’s lips again, betraying the conflict he was barely keeping at bay.

Chris swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Maybe," he murmured, the hint of a challenge in his tone.

Sky’s grip on his wrists tightened again, his knuckles white. "You think this is a game?"

"No," Chris said firmly. "I don’t."

Sky leaned in, his face inches from Chris’s, his breath warm against his skin. "Then stop pushing me away." His words were a command, a desperate warning. He tried to pull away, loosening his hold on Chris’s wrist, but Chris took the opportunity to grab him, keeping him in place above him.

Chris’s voice dropped to a whisper, low and taunting. "What... if I don’t want to stop?"

Sky’s eyes flashed, his frustration giving way to something darker, something desperate. "Chris—"

Chris interrupted, his voice low and steady.

"You have to get used to it. Get away from me if you want. But I won’t stop." He sounded serious. Defiant.

Reaching up, Chris brushed his fingers along Sky’s jaw, daring to touch him, to push the boundaries further. Sky’s reaction was immediate and unrelenting—he seized Chris’s wrist and pinned it back above his head.

"You don’t know when to stop, do you?" Sky growled, his tone dripping with authority.

"Never," Chris whispered, his voice soft but filled with daring.

Sky’s hand slid down, his fingers curling around Chris’s chin, forcing him to look up. His eyes bore into Chris’s, a storm of emotions raging in their depths.

Chris didn’t have time to think about it before it happened.

It just did.

Sky kissed him.

Maybe the word "kiss" sounded gentle. Rather, Sky crashed his lips against Chris’s in a searing and unforgiving manner. There was no gentleness, no hesitation—only raw, unbridled need. Sky’s hand also tightened around Chris’s neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind him who was in control.

It was all too much for Chris to handle. Too much to process.

WHAT!

THE!!

HELL!!!

Chris’s body arched instinctively, his wrists twisting in Sky’s grip, but not with enough strength to pull away. And to be fair, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Sky didn’t let go either; instead, he pinned him down harder, and his hand around Chris’s neck squeezed tighter, his dominance radiating in every touch, every movement.

This was purely insane.

It was nothing like Chris had ever imagined in his life.

It was... surreal.

It was probably because he was too stunned that Sky could completely overpower him like this.

Chris fought back, meeting Sky’s intensity with his own. His lips parted, his tongue tangling with Sky’s in a battle for control. It was a dance, fierce and fiery, and neither of them was willing to surrender.

But Sky had the upper hand.

Chris didn’t mind. He had done it.

Sky could deceive the world into thinking he wasn’t at least bisexual. But not himself.

From experience, anyone he was interested in had to have at least bisexual tendencies, and Sky was no exception.

But that aside, it was hard to breathe now. The guy was giving him no breathing space—quite literally.

Thankfully, Sky withdrew his hand from Chris’s neck, and Chris gasped for air.

Sky shifted, releasing his weight from pressing Chris deeper into the mattress. When Sky finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, and his breathing was ragged. He stared down at Chris, his expression fierce, his eyes dark with desire and something dangerously close to surrender.

Chris was sure he looked even worse.

It was beautiful.

His heart was pounding.

Sky had just made the biggest mistake of his life by giving him the green light.