Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 223: Speechless

Chapter 223: Speechless

’You look stunning when you’re helpless.’

If anyone ever told Chris’s sister—whom he didn’t have, by the way—those words, Chris would put his life on the line to save her from that psycho.

But here he was.

Looking at Sky.

Lost.

Not just overwhelmed—lost. Drenched in heat and want and confusion. He wanted this. Well, something of this sort. But not like this. Not with him being the one pinned down, helpless and unraveling.

That wasn’t supposed to be him.

But Sky... Sky was immovable.

His grip was solid, his body unyielding—he didn’t even look like he was trying, and still Chris couldn’t budge. He didn’t know Sky had this kind of strength in him. Or this kind of fire. He didn’t know he could break like this.

And yet...

In the middle of the storm, there was Sky’s gaze.

Soft. Warm. Almost... tender.

He could see it all reflected in the moonlight.

How? How could his actions be so sharp, so aggressive—and yet his eyes look like that? Like he was seeing all of Chris. Like he wanted all of him.

And then Sky did something that shattered Chris a little more.

He lowered himself—slowly—bringing their faces close again.

And gently, so gently, he rubbed the tips of their noses together. An achingly soft gesture. It felt like something stolen from a dream.

Chris blinked up at him, stunned, heart pounding like a drum against his ribs.

All of his words forgotten.

And then...

"Don’t panic," Sky whispered.

The words were barely there. Barely a breath. But they rang out like a bell in Chris’s chest.

"I... would do anything for you," Sky added, voice so faint it sounded like a secret.

And for a second—just one second—Sky looked like he might blush.

Chris’s breath hitched.

But before he could speak, before he could ask, Sky moved again—quick and fluid. His hands released Chris’s wrists and then—

Flipped them.

Effortless.

Suddenly Chris was on top, his palms braced against the mattress, his hair falling in his eyes as he looked down, blinking in disbelief.

The heat didn’t break.

It deepened.

Sky lay beneath him, flushed and kiss-bitten, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. But he wasn’t just yielding—he offered it. He gave it up willingly.

A gift.

Chris stared down at him, throat dry, lips tingling. Things poking at each other shamelessly.

"You’re... insane," he whispered.

Sky shrugged beneath him, the smallest of smirks tugging at his lips. "Maybe."

Chris swallowed hard, eyes flicking between Sky’s mouth and his eyes.

He couldn’t believe Sky had truly done it. He had flipped them. Didn’t he want that?

Sky was staring back at him. Hard.

Chris became... awkward.

Much to both their surprise.

He adjusted himself and just sat there, straddling Sky, breath shallow, mind blanking in the worst/best way possible.

He didn’t know what to do first.

His hands hovered—unsure, suspended in the air—before falling back to his thighs. He looked down at Sky, at the mess of him: flushed face, messy hair, lips bitten and kiss-wet. His chest was still rising and falling like he was coming down from some invisible high.

And God, he looked beautiful.

Too beautiful.

Sky blinked up at him, then broke the silence with a soft, low laugh. "You look like you have no idea what to do right now."

Chris glared. "Shut up. Just—shut up for a second."

Sky arched a brow, but stayed quiet.

Chris ran a hand through his own hair, frustrated at himself. "I do know what to do. Like... a lot of things. I just—I don’t know where to start, okay?"

Sky’s mouth tugged into something that was both smug and fond. "That sounds exactly like what I said earlier."

Chris didn’t laugh. He just looked down at him, more serious now.

"Are you really sure this is fine?" he asked, voice lower, almost hesitant.

Sky blinked. "This?"

Chris nodded, gaze flicking away briefly, then returning. "I mean... I want to touch you."

Pause.

"Like, really touch you."

Pause.

"And... I want to see you." His voice got quieter. "Your body. I’ve wanted to for—I don’t even know how long. And I’m scared if I go there, if I get too... in it, you’ll regret it or something..."

Sky didn’t answer immediately.

And Chris felt his stomach sink.

Sky looked... tense. His expression unreadable, his lips pressed together. His eyes darted away for the briefest second, and Chris’s chest tightened.

"I mean," Chris started, quickly, "I like you. A lot. And it’s normal to want this—I think. But if you don’t want it, or you’re not ready, it’s totally okay. I’m just—I’m really, really into you, and I’m kind of losing my mind here."

His words trailed off into silence.

Sky still didn’t speak.

Chris felt it rising in his throat—the apology, the immediate retreat—but just before it tumbled out, Sky turned his head and spoke.

"Take off your shirt."

Chris blinked. "Huh?"

Sky looked up at him again. His cheeks were a little pink, but his voice was steady. "Take off your shirt," he repeated. "Use it to... blindfold me."

Chris froze.

"...W-What?"

Sky bit his lower lip, eyes flicking away again. "It’s not all that dark in here. If you want to look... and I’m too nervous to meet your eyes while you do, then blindfold me. That way, I don’t have to see you looking. But I’ll know you are. And that’s... fine?"

Chris stared.

Speechless.

Completely undone.

And something inside him ached—because Sky, who was usually so closed off, so guarded, was giving him this. Trust, raw and imperfect. Permission in its most fragile form.

Chris reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one slow motion. He held the soft fabric in his hands for a second, eyes locked on Sky, whose eyes trailed over Chris’s body before they went up to meet his eyes.

"You sure?" he asked, voice husky.

Sky gave a single nod.