Warning: This chapter contains sexual content that is NSFW and for those under the age of consent.

Morning light flashed across Fuse’s face, slowly waking him from his heavy slumber. Sharp pain jabbed in his side, and for a moment he wondered why it hurt so much. Then he remembered what happened yesterday.

The painkillers I took must’ve worn off. 

As he shifted in bed trying to ease the discomfort, a sweet and intimate scent filled his nose, sending a feeling of warmth and comfort throughout his body. He then realized a heavy, yet oddly familiar weight rested across his chest. The coziness quickly turned into uncomfortable heat. Wondering what was making him hot, he squinted against the early morning sun and looked down to find a pale arm draped around him.

Wait. What? 

Fuse sat up, ignoring the raw stinging in his chest, and glanced down at the black, silky hair on the pillow beside him. Seemingly to be unaware of what he was doing, Karn sleepily drew him closer and nuzzled against his side. 

Fuse shoved the bastard’s arm off him, irritation making his hands itch to deliver a slap. Karn had yet to apparently wake up, but there was a subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth, indicating he obviously wasn’t entirely asleep.  

“Why the hell are you in here?” Fuse loosely clutched the sheet, muscles still lax from sleep and painkillers. 

After a long moment, Karn rubbed his eyes like a cute, little kid. “Why wouldn’t I be in here? It’s my room.” Eyes half-lidded, he sat up and stretched, sending more delicious heat and scent Fuse’s way.

“Why am I in your room? You have five million bedrooms in this house!” Fuse didn’t know which was worse, waking up to the bastard cuddling him so nicely, or the fact he was in Karn’s bed—a place he vowed he’d never go.

He sucked in a deep breath, but the sensation was like a match set to the oxygen filling his lungs, and he gasped and hunched over. 

Karn snapped upright, any sign of laziness disappearing as he helped Fuse to ease back against the mountain of soft pillows.

“You’re injured, stop messing about.” 

Reaching over, Karn stacked a few pillows behind Fuse’s back.

Fuse sank into the plush support.“Stop avoiding the question, why am I in your bed?”

“I figured you’d want the most comfortable place to sleep.” Karn rested against the headboard, propping his arm behind his head.

“And you couldn’t have stayed in one of your fancy guest rooms for the night?” Seriously, this house was practically a maze, with rooms everywhere, surely one had an equally inviting bed

“I can’t watch over you if I’m in a different room.” 

“I’m not three years old,” Fuse snarled. “I can sleep by myself.”

Karn smiled, his beautiful lashes softening his sincere gaze further. 

Warmth pooled in his Fuse’s chest, but he still managed a snap. “What’re you smiling at?” 

Karn shook his head. “You’re really cute.” He reached up and pinched his cheek.

“Stop calling me cute.” Fuse swatted his hand away. As he moved, a stiff object brushed his thigh. He froze as a horrible premonition flooded him. 

“What the fuck is poking my leg?” 

“Sorry.” Karn grimaced and shuffled towards the edge of the bed. “When the sun’s up, my dick’s up.”

Images of Karn stark naked in their dorm room flashed in his memory. Try as he might, Fuse couldn’t fight away the mental picture of Karn’s thick co—

“I’m getting out of here.” Fuse made to throw back the blankets but paused as he considered how naked Karn might potentially be. 

Karn instantly pinned his wrist to the mattress. “You need to be careful. You aren’t in any condition to be moving around right now.”

Fuse scoffed and broke out of his grip. “Okay, Dad.”

“I didn’t know you had a Daddy kink.” Karn smirked.

Ire boiling in his veins, Fuse got up from the mattress and instantly hissed in pain, the large movement feeling like a sudden punch in the chest. This fucking rib fracture was antagonizing his nerves. 

Instructor Sapol was definitely going to reprimand him when he found out he wouldn’t be able to participate in physical training for the next six weeks. It was a good thing they had theory as a component and weren’t doing any mission immediately. 

Karn moved even closer. “I told you to take it easy.” He reached out for the bottle of Vicodin on the nightstand. 

Fuse snatched the pills from him, rattling the medicine in the container, as he scanned the instructions. 

“Let’s get you something to eat first.” Karn took the container back. “You don’t want to have that on an empty stomach.”

“I think my rib fracture is more painful than a measly stomach ache.” Though he wouldn’t admit it, Fuse could see Karn’s point. But he wasn’t about to let Karn know that. 

“Separately, yes, but they don’t sound like a fun combination.” Karn set the bottle on his side of the bed.

Fuse stared at the serious expression on Karn’s face. Karn was acting like a mother hen. The unnecessary doting is becoming a pain in the ass. I can take care of myself for fuck’s sake. Before Karn, I was doing just fine, and I’m certain I’ll do even better afterward. 

“Show me to your kitchen. This place seriously needs a map.” His mouth began to water at the idea of another delicious meal 

“Don’t be silly.” Karn picked up the phone from the nightstand. “What do you want? I’ll have them send it up to us.”

I could get used to living like this...but I can’t be around Karn for long. He is too involved.

***

Five weeks later…

When Karn and Fuse had returned to the dorms a few days after the beating, they were bombarded with theory coursework. Fuse had nervously approached Instructor Sapol about his injury. He was almost certain that the strict man was going to make him pack his bags and withdraw from the program. To his surprise, the teacher had assured him not to worry about it, saying that everything had been taken care of. 

Now, five weeks later, Fuse felt pretty normal, and was able to walk and breathe without feeling like his chest was a raging inferno. He’d lost some condition, but because he usually trained so hard, it wasn’t truly measurable, and he’d healed enough that he was able to participate in tonight’s mission, which was the first of the program. They’d been preparing for this since day one, and regardless of Fuse’s impairment, he was eager to show those damn assessors what he could do. 

The task tonight was simple. He was to bodyguard Karn as discreetly as possible in an actual nightclub. To successfully complete the mission, he had to keep the general public oblivious and obtain a red token from an ‘attacker’. Instructor Sapol hadn’t clearly disclosed what the token would be, but Fuse figured he’d know as soon as he saw it. 

After passing through the bouncers on the door, Fuse entered the club, which was full of pounding music and alcohol. Flashbacks of the tedious times he’d spent with the asshole sons of the company’s associates came to mind. Thahan, in particular, loved to frequent places like these and scope out any girl he could screw for the evening. Naturally, he’d mock Fuse for never ‘getting any.’ 

Karn was seated at the bar, wearing a tight-fitting, white T-shirt and maroon leather jacket. Ripped black jeans accentuated his slender yet firm legs, bits of pale flesh revealed through the tears. For the first time, Fuse saw Karn wearing an earring, silver and dangling against his jaw. He looked like a model straight out of a fashion shoot. 

Next to him, Tao and Ake were chatting up a storm, a glass of whiskey in Tao’s hand, and Ake was happily sipping on a martini. Apparently no one is taking this mission seriously. It was set to start from the moment they made contact with their partner.

Ake grinned and waved at Fuse as soon as he saw him.

“Are you trying to die a virgin?” Karn asked as Fuse reached his side. His eyebrow quirked as he took a judgmental sweep down Fuse’s body.

Fuse followed his gaze. A tucked in, white dress shirt and black jeans were perfectly appropriate for bodyguarding.

“Who’s a virgin?” Ake’s flushed face came into view as he put his arm over Fuse’s shoulder. “I know you’re not talking about Ai’Fuse. He’s very popular.”

This was why he and Ake were best friends. Ake was quick with the lies to save Fuse’s self-esteem. He fist bumped his friend. 

Karn pursed his lips and shot Fuse a curt look, clutching the neck of his SinghaThis is a popular Thai beer. beer bottle. “Really?” His hot gaze swept over Fuse again.

“Haven’t you seen the ‘Cute Boy’ accounts? Half of our school wants to be with him.”

Heat rushed to Fuse’s cheeks. He didn’t have any form of social media, so he couldn’t tell how far Ake was stretching the truth, but he had heard of the accounts. Girls uploaded photos of cute guys from school onto their social media platform and gained a massive following. Ake had boasted about his own popularity on campus. Fuse didn’t bother to think of who was interested in him.

“Cute boy, huh?” Karn sounded, to Fuse’s ears at least, disparaging.

Ake, apparently determined to ace his role as wingman, stepped in front of Fuse and rolled the sleeves of his button up then a quick hand through his hair to style it before Ake undid the top few buttons of the tightly done up shirt, before he stepped back with a pleased expression.

Almost immediately Tao and Karn’s casual glance became oddly fixed.

Ake grinned. “Okay, so now he’s hot and cute.”

Fuse’s cheeks stung at the new kind of attention drawn to him and glanced down to make sure that none of his bruises were showing. 

“He needs to look professional.” Karn tugged on Fuse’s shirt and re-fastened his buttons. 

“Since when can’t you look professional and sexy?” Ake pulled Fuse towards him and popped open his top once again.

Karn pushed his hands away. “The assessors aren’t grading for sexy. They’re grading for realism.” 

The bickering nitwits grabbed his shirt at the same time, wrestling him back and forth like he was a rope in a tug-of-war. As Ake yanked Fuse on his side, two buttons flew off.

Fuse shoved them both away and smoothed his shirt. “Just leave it!” He glanced at his black device in his hand. Still red. Once the light changed color, he was only given ten minutes to ‘neutralize the enemy’, which really meant ‘capture the red target from the attacker’. 

“Aren’t you going to sit down?” Karn gave Fuse a quizzical look and gestured to the chair beside him. 

Tight-lipped, Fuse shook his head and scanned the room full of awkward dancing and men trying to get lucky. The attacker could come at them at any time without warning, and he wanted to be prepared for it. This wasn’t the time to relax and have a drink. He was meant to be playing the part of a professional bodyguard. Fuse was in full ‘business’ mode.

With a firm grip, Karn grabbed him by the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down. “You need to loosen up.” Karn dug his thumb into his taut back muscles, rolling the ball of his finger into the tense knots. “One drink won’t hurt.”

“If you want to ruin your liver, drink ‘til your heart’s content.” Fuse snapped back, shoving Karn’s hand off him. “But I’m not joining you. I’m meant to be guarding you.”

Ake pouted and nudged Fuse’s side. “Don’t be such a party pooper! Your alcohol tolerance is higher than a Slavs’.”

“I’m not drinking. And you shouldn’t be either, Ai’Ake. You’re supposed to be taking this seriously.”

When Fuse was going through his rebellious stage, back in his mid-teen years, he drank like a sailor. At the time, his father had been away on a business trip in Japan. But as soon as he returned and got a whiff of hard liquor from his breath, he’d literally smacked the ‘alcoholism’ out of Fuse. 

Tao rested an arm on the back of Ake’s chair. “I heard that the first mission last year lasted four hours.”

Karn choked mid-sip. “Four hours?” 

“That gives us plenty of time to party!” Ake cheered, waving a pair of jazz hands in the air.

“You’re going to have your hands full bodyguarding him tonight,” Fuse said to Tao.

Tao winced, giving him a timorous grin and tilted back his whiskey. “P’Ake’s actually bodyguarding tonight.”

Paying no mind, Ake danced happily to the  tempo of the music. Yeah. Tao’s fucked. And Ake is gonna fail this course. Maybe I should warn him? Nah, I’m already coming across as a party pooper...

“I love this song! N’Tao, let’s dance!” Ake leapt from his seat and tugged Tao up from his chair.

A rose-pink spread across Tao’s face as he gripped onto the edge of the bar. “I think we should stay focused on the mission,” he said awkwardly.

“Aw, come ooonnn,” Ake pouted, swinging Tao’s arm around like a petulant child.

“You did say it was going to be hours,” Karn spoke up, eyeing the empty bottle in his hand. “A couple of dances won’t hurt.”

“Yeah! You said it yourself,” Ake said, beginning to yank on his poor partner’s arm. 

Tao sighed. “Alright.” He slipped out of his seat. “But I’m not much of a dancer.”

“I’ll show you.” Ake grinned.

Fuse winced as Tao was helplessly dragged to the dance floor.

“We should join them,” Karn said, his eyes trained on Ake sloppily grinding against Tao.

“My rib still hurts.”

Am I the only one taking this mission seriously? What’s with everyone?

“Should you be on this mission if your rib is still hurting?” Karn instantly seemed concerned. 

“I’ll be fine,” Fuse assured him, but could sense Karn’s disbelief through the disapproving look he gave him.

Cleaning out the inside of a glass with a small towel, a bleached, strawberry-blonde-haired bartender strutted over to Karn.

“P’Karn?” he asked, eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. 

“In the flesh,” Karn said smoothly.

“Damn,” he laughed and set the glass on the counter. “What happened? You used to come here all the time and then poof. You vanished.”

“I was in France for a while.”

“Oh, I get you,” the guy said with a playful smile. “You wanted to see if the taste was better over there? And by taste I mean— . ” 

“I went there to study, N’Ham.” Karn said. “Guys weren’t on my mind.”

The bartender glanced at Fuse and smirked. “Right.” He winked at Karn. “Is this your boyfriend?”

Why does everyone think I’m his boyfriend?

Karn slipped his arm around Fuse’s waist. “He woke up in my bed a few weeks ago, if that answers your question.”

As Ham nodded at them with a devious glint in his eyes, Fuse shoved Karn away. “I’m not his boyfriend,” Fuse clarified.

“Ah, just a one time thing. I get you.” Ham winked at Fuse. What's up with all the winking? Does he have something in his eye? 

Just as Fuse was about to correct this presumptuous asshole again, Ham looked at Karn and said, “The usual, right?”

“Since it’s you,” Karn said.

Ham grabbed Karn’s empty bottle and headed to the other side of the bar. He began fixing a drink, starting with a scoop of ice.

Fuse’s eyes narrowed on Karn. “Why did you say that?”

“Say what?” Karn frowned as if he was truly clueless to his provocation. 

Fuse grit his teeth at the male’s confusion. “Shit that insinuates we’re together. We’re not together.” 

“I know.” Karn’s nose flared. “I’m just teasing you.”

“Well, stop.” Fuse held back the growing annoyance in his tone. Tonight’s focus was supposed to be on the mission. “It’s making me uncomfortable.”

Karn raised his eyebrows and looked down, lips pressed together. Ham slid a short glass of rich, brown liquid over ice to Karn. The bastard was about to drink a Black Russian in the middle of a mission.

Of course Karn wasn’t taking the program seriously. Why would he? Actually, Fuse still didn’t know why Karn bothered to sign up for the damn thing. It wasn’t like he was going to be a bodyguard

Just as Karn reached for his glass, Fuse stole it from the counter.

“Hey!” Karn tried to retrieve his drink. 

Fuse pulled his arm back, some of the liquor spilling down the back of his hand. “I am not going to sit here and bodyguard you while you get shit-faced.”

“I won’t get drunk.” Karn lowered his brows, his voice growing fussy. “I know my limits.”

He growled at his third failed attempt to reclaim his beverage. “Give me the damn glass.”

“Okay.” Fuse tossed the alcohol onto the bartender’s side and dropped the empty glass next to Karn’s hand on the counter. “There you go.”

“What the fuck? You owe me a drink.” Karn pushed the empty container towards Fuse, fist curling on the bar. 

“I don’t owe you shit.” Fuse snapped in a sharp tone. 

“Since we’re not doing each other any favors, I guess that means I don’t have to tell you that the light is green.” 

“What?” Fuse glanced down at the device flashing green. “Shit.”

He scanned the club. Girls were flirting with guys at the bar for free drinks. Ake had broken Tao out of his shell. No one looked particularly suspicious, but this didn’t stop Fuse’s adrenaline from spiking. An idea spawned—while they had a moment of potential leeway, he’d turn the tables and get the ‘attacker’ to where he wanted him, rather than taking chances in an open and uncontrolled environment.

Grabbing Karn’s wrist, Fuse pulled him from his seat. “Follow me.”

Karn raised an eyebrow but showed no concern and even a hint of curiosity as he was led into the bathroom.

The grimy bathroom didn’t have a lot of open space, but that was just what Fuse wanted, protection on at least three sides for Karn, while he held the fourth. It smelled like piss, but privacy and discretion was also vital to this mission. After checking underneath the stalls, Fuse confirmed the bathroom was clear. 

“Why do you need to bring me into the bathroom? You can’t hold your own dick or something?” Karn asked sassily. 

Fuse kicked one of the stall doors open and tossed Karn inside. He then took point in front of him and shut the door. The less access to Karn the attacker had, the better. 

Sudden heat pressed against his back, and he felt soft breath caress his neck, prickling against his skin.

“Aren’t you going to do something?” Karn slid his arm around Fuse’s waist, pressing his hips against him. “I can start if you’re too nervous.”

Whoosh! 

The door swung open, revealing a man in a baggy jacket and jeans. Fuse shoved Karn back, using this force to propel him as he kicked the man in the stomach, sending him across the bathroom. He stepped out and slammed the stall door shut. 

While one hand was by the attacker’s side and fisted, the other one was more open. Based on his arm and hand position, he had some sort of object pressed along his forearm, likely a prop knife. 

The attacker threw a right-hook punch. Guessing that the attempt was to divert his attention from his closed hand, Fuse ducked and instantly grabbed the man’s wrist as it came towards his torso, revealing the shiny prop knife. Its handle was bright red, indicating that this was the object he must capture to complete the mission. 

Growling, the attacker grabbed Fuse’s shoulder. Fuse quickly jammed his arm, tipping the guy to the side. The man came back up, aiming the knife towards his neck. Fuse snatched his wrist and pinned it to his hip, immobilizing the weapon. They circled in the bathroom, Fuse still holding the other man’s wrist. With a burst of energy, Fuse slammed him against the stall and kneed the attacker in the stomach. Though the attacker grunted, he kept hold of the knife.

Just as Fuse was about to kick him again, the attacker twisted his hip and punched Fuse in his side, perfectly striking the tender bruise on his ribcage.

Stunned from the pain, Fuse faltered back and gasped for air. 

Oh, you’re on.

Body surging with adrenaline, Fuse swung his foot at the attacker’s arm, only to make contact with the stall door. As his leg was lifted, the attacker shoved Fuse into the sink and aimed the tip of the dull knife at him. 

Fuse caught the man’s wrist and fought to resist the heavy arm weighing down to make a ‘pretend’ stab. Karn was peering over at them. That fucker was probably waiting for him to mess up. 

With an angry shove, Fuse forced the attacker’s hand onto the rim of the sink, the tip of the blade clinking against the ceramic. He jammed his fist onto the hand. The guy grunted, but refused to let go of the knife. 

The attacker tore his arm from Fuse’s grip and threw a fast punch his way. Fuse blocked the offense and kicked him across the room. Presumably weakened from the constant, blunt force, the attacker dropped the knife in the process. They both made a dash for the ‘weapon’. 

As the attacker reached out for the knife, Fuse stepped on his hand and crushed it against the ground. The man let out a guttural cry. He jerked away, freeing his limb, and Fuse took the opportunity to kick the knife away. Suddenly, the attacker latched onto Fuse’s leg and leaned against him. 

Clutching the top of the stall for support, Fuse kicked the guy in the chest. The attacker slammed to the ground. Before the man suddenly leapt up, Fuse rushed to the knife and picked it up from the sticky floor.

With heaving breaths, he showed him that he’d taken possession of the knife. The attacker stood up and made a ‘surrender’ gesture. 

“Congratulations,” the man started, holding his chest as he spoke. “You have successfully neutralized the target.”

Beep beep.

Fuse glanced down. The light turned golden, indicating a pass. 

The man nodded at Fuse and swiftly left the bathroom. 

Finally, proof that he was doing well in this course. His dad might just forgive him for busting Karn’s lip after seeing this. Might. Probably not. 

Panting, Fuse tugged the stall door open, intending to let his protectee out. But Karn snatched his wrist and dragged him inside.

“Hey! The mission’s over!” Fuse protested.

Karn pressed him against the cold side of the bathroom stall. He smacked his palms on either side of Fuse, his gaze meeting Fuse’s widened eyes. Karn looked so sexy standing there that Fuse’s brain stuttered for a moment. 

Karn’s cool look, paired with a hungry demeanor stole his breath, just a little. The display of smooth, pale skin exposed by Karn’s half-open jacket and v-cut tee stirred something Fuse wasn’t willing to name. He shuddered as he felt the distance between them suddenly vanish. 

“Didn’t you hear me? I said the mission’s over.” Fuse turned his head away from Karn’s uncomfortably close range, but Karn grabbed his chin and tilted his face back to him, now even closer, their breath mingling. 

“Are you nervous?” Karn murmured. 

“Why would I be?” Fuse huffed in confusion.

“Because you aren’t starting.”

“Starting what? The mission is completed, you douche.” Fuse made another futile attempt to free himself.

Closing the gap between them, Karn pressed his mouth against Fuse’s, then dragged his tongue along his bottom lip. Every muscle in Fuse’s body tensed. As if sensing his reluctant compliance, Karn grabbed Fuse’s hips and tucked him into his body, wrapping his arms around him and rubbing soothing circles over his back with his thumbs, stealing his breath from his lungs. 

No. Fuse wasn’t going to allow Karn to play with him like this. No matter how amazing his lips felt against his, he wasn’t about to kiss the person that he despised...again

Then...Karn lowered a hand to Fuse’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze, causing him to let out a small moan. Slipping his tongue into Fuse’s mouth, Karn muffled his cry, the taste of alcohol brushing his taste buds. Any protests that Fuse had were ignored as he melted under Karn’s hot kiss. He tastes sweeter than candy.

Another moan slipped past Fuse’s lips as his half-hard erection pressed against the flex of Karn’s hips. The tension in his body immediately eased as he accepted the stunning reality of the kiss. Eager to taste more, Fuse sucked on Karn’s tongue, and excitement stirred as he indulged in the taste. 

Fuse held Karn’s face in his hands, readying to end the kiss, but somehow he ended up cupping his jaw before sliding his fingers up and tangling them in those silky locks. His tight grip on the male’s hair deepened the kiss, which drove Fuse’s mind into a passionate frenzy. How can kissing feel this good?

Karn broke the kiss and began dragging his lips down Fuse’s chin. Sucking in Karn’s masculine cologne, Fuse pressed his nose into that beautiful head of hair. Heat rose to his face as he felt an arousing pain at his neck. Karn slipped his hand under Fuse’s shirt, tracing his warm fingers along quivering abs and up to his tight nipple. Fuse blanked out for a split second as Karn teased the sensitive bud between his fingers and shamelessly sucked on the flesh of his throat.

Fuse’s hands fell helplessly to the man’s broad shoulders, and he bit back the moan rising in his throat. But as Karn licked and sucked with perfect rhythm, Fuse could no longer control his body and let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he moved his hips demandingly. He wanted more contact, heat, pressure. 

Karn flicked Fuse’s nipple with the tip of his index finger, overwhelming him with thrilling sensations. His cock was now painfully hard. He was desperate for some kind of friction, he urgently thrust against Karn’s body. 

To his shock, Karn dropped to his knees and snagged Fuse’s zipper.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Fuse said, his pulse jumping in alarm. 

Ignoring the objection, Karn tugged the zipper down. Fearful excitement shot through Fuse. This was too far...but also not far enough.

What was he thinking? Karn, a member of the Thai Mafia, had his cock in his hand right now and was doing things to him that should be added to Karn’s other illegal activities.

With trembling hands, he tried to push the other male away but found himself fisting strands of Karn’s sleek hair. It was like ambrosia for the skin. 

“I can make you feel good,” Karn said huskily.

Fuse swallowed thickly as the male gazed up at him with a lustful gaze as heavy as his deepening breath. “Not like this,” he managed to squeeze out.

Keeping a firm grasp on Fuse’s underwear-covered erection, Karn got back to his feet and gave him a small kiss. He slowly rubbed the length of Fuse’s cock and then began stroking him through the soft fabric, turning his knees to putty and shooting heat to the tips of his ears and fingers. Fuse hooked his arms around Karn’s neck, clenching his fists and tensing at the hot touch. 

“How’s this?” Karn’s delicate lips whispered against his cheek. 

Fucking amazing.

Though he hated to admit it, Fuse’s cock had been neglected most of the time. It wasn’t that he had no interest in masturbating, but the urge just didn’t come to him that often. He was either too busy or just too exhausted. 

Fuse hated himself for willingly letting Karn grope him. But every time he tried to push him away, Karn brought him back in with a world full of sensations that he wasn’t ready to leave just yet. Why does this feel so good?

Surrendering to his adrenaline high, Fuse buried his face in the curve of Karn’s neck, unable to look at the face of the bastard holding his dick as the other male tugged his underwear down and went for skin on skin. Karn rubbed his thumb over his wet slit and sped up the pace of his strokes. 

A hum of approval buzzing in his throat, Fuse bit down on Karn’s firm neck before he let out another mortifying moan. It was just a hand, just a warm palm and closed fingers yet the feeling was completely taking over his mind, heightening his awareness of the intimate touch.

His breathing matched the speed of Karn’s hand, sucking in his expensive cologne with each deep inhale. Heavy pressure began throbbing in his skull, as though anticipating a release. 

“You’re doing good,” Karn said in a tone coated in rich tenderness. “You’re almost there.” 

Fuse didn’t know whether the tears forming in his eyes were from the pleasure or sheer humiliation. Fuck. 

Fuse’s short breaths quickly paced to longer and heavier ones. What’s this feeling? Regardless of their matching height, Fuse felt so fragile underneath him. It was like his entire identity was  at his mercy, and all Fuse could do was trust Karn's control over him, his body, the situation. 

Sinking his teeth deeper in Karn’s flesh, he muffled a loud whine as Karn’s quickening grip tightened spiked his arousal, heart beating faster than when he’d ran that marathon. His toes curled, and he squeezed his muscles as the tension in his head expanded. 

S-shia...” Falling against Karn, a wave of pleasure flooded from Fuse’s head and throughout his body. A thick liquid shot out of his cock and coated the front of his underwear. Overstimulated, Fuse pathetically wheezed as he draped over Karn’s shoulder, hair sticking to his forehead. 

That stirring lust in his stomach quickly turned to a sick churning as soon as Fuse realized what a mess Karn had made him. He felt disgusting, dirty, and he wanted to flee the country with a fake identity so that he was never found again.

Karn smirked and rested their foreheads together.

“Your voice is fucking sexy when you moan for me,” Karn praised. 

“Shut up.”

Fuse sank back against the stall and looked down at the mess in his pants. “Fuck...how am I going to hide this?” he asked, on the verge of a breakdown.

“Like this.” Karn cleaned him off with some toilet paper, then pulled out Fuse’s tucked-in shirt and tugged it over his jeans after buttoning them back up for him. “Now no one will know. No one but me.” Karn’s grin was way too self-satisfied.

If anyone ever found out what happened here, Fuse was going to die of embarrassment. Only he would stupidly allow his hormones to overtake his mind and let the person he despised touch him that way.

Karn stepped away with a proud grin. “You still owe me that drink.”

“I just defended you from a knife attack. I think that makes us even,” Fuse said, biting back the instinct to just shove him out of the stall.

“It was a fake knife.”

“Your point?”

“The knife didn’t have one.”

Fuse glared. “I should’ve let him stab you.”

“You almost stabbed me with your ‘knife’.” Karn looked down at Fuse’s crotch with a lick of his lips.

Heat burning his cheeks, Fuse rushed to the sink and ran his hands under the cool water, splashing it over his hot face. Karn joined him, rinsing off, to Fuse’s shame, his cum.

Feeling shy, his gaze snapped to the mirror in front of him. In the mirror a bright red rash decorated his neck. 

That prick gave me a hickey!

Heart pounding angrily in his chest, he snapped his head back to give Karn a piece of his mind, only to be met with an empty bathroom. After twisting the water off, he flicked the excess into the sink and stormed out. 

Karn was back in his seat at the bar, shaking his head with a deep scowl at the woman walking away in a short dress that accentuated her hourglass figure.  

Fuse came up to Karn, ready to hit him with his thoughts when Ake popped up in his peripheral vision.

Shia.” Ake stared at Fuse’s neck. “I didn’t know the attackers were allowed to get you in the neck. I better fucking sober up.”

Fuse shot Karn a death-stare. “I’m going to call it a night.”

“So soon?” Ake wailed.

“We’ve completed our mission,” Fuse said through his teeth.

The final results and assessment summary weren’t being announced until tomorrow. It was alright for him to leave.

“Sorry, fighting the attacker wore me out.” Fuse wanted so badly to knock the smug grin off Karn’s face.

“Something sure wore you out.” Karn winked.

Karn was going to get his.

“I’ll make it up to you, Ai’Ake. We can go clubbing next week.”

“We better.”

“We will.”

Wanting to just get the hell out of there, Fuse slipped away and started brushing past people. He felt someone holding his arm back and turned to see Karn gazing at him with soft eyes. 

“You aren’t leaving because of me, right?” Karn asked, nerves pinching his voice. 

“No,” Fuse lied.“I’m just tired.” Honestly, he didn’t have the energy to yell at him now. It was better to do it in private anyway.

“Want me to tag along? The dorms are a good twenty minute walk from here.” 

“I can walk by myself.” Fuse wasn’t about to let him try any more shit tonight. 

“I know, but your rib is—”

“It’s my rib that’s fractured, not my fucking legs.” Fuse snapped. 

Karn shut his mouth and released his wrist. His gaze went to the bruise forming on Fuse’s neck. Just as Fuse thought Karn was about to say something, he instead turned around and walked back to the bar.

I hate you.

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  1. Kaikai

    I liked the cozy beginning which quickly had elements of heat and reaction to delicious scent.
    .“The coziness quickly turned into uncomfortable heat”. Karn is cute as he knowingly cuddles.” Karn sleepily drew him closer and nuzzled against his side. “
    While flustered Fuse questions the whole bed scenario, he is reminded of his pain from his dad’s beating.
    “He sucked in a deep breath, but the sensation was like a match set to the oxygen filling his lungs, and he gasped and hunched over. “ I like a match set to the oxygen.
    Karn is caring and immediately drops his flirtatious manner and becomes solicitous .
    Fuse tries ineffectively not to enjoy being cared for and ineffectively not to respond sensually. Karn continues after his prey, undeterred and smiling.
    I love this description with softening his sincere gaze further and warm pooled in his chest.
    “Karn smiled, his beautiful lashes softening his sincere gaze further.
    Warmth pooled in his Fuse’s chest, but he still managed a snap. “What’re you smiling at?”
    The bantering continues. Fuse gets irritated at the cuteness of the irrepressible Karn, teasing him, letting Fuse see signs of arousal. Karn deftly handles any comment with a flirtatious response.
    Okay, Dad.”
    “I didn’t know you had a Daddy kink.” Karn smirked.
    Ire boiling in his veins, Fuse got up from the mattress “
    Fuse has been alone all of his life. He has not been taken care of by anyone. Although living this feeling of being doted on , he fights it. Telling himself he does not need anyone.
    “. Karn was acting like a mother hen. The unnecessary doting is becoming a pain in the ass. I can take care of myself for fuck’s sake. Before Karn, I was doing just fine, and I’m certain I’ll do even better afterward. “
    Fuse knows he could get used to being cared for. But fears everything about Karn. Especially that Karn is highly involved in his life by being Bon’s favorite.
    “I could get used to living like this…but I can’t be around Karn for long. He is too involved.”
    I love Karn wearing an earring.
    Aek lying and saying Fuse was not a virgin was sweet. Then making Fuse look hot and cute was a nice touch. The battle over the buttons was adorable. Karn actually not wanting crush to show off his body.
    Fuse is in his serious I must do well on my mission mode. He tries to keep Karn from drinking.
    At this point Karn does Fuse a huge favor and tells him that the light is green to help with the mission.
    Fuse successfully drives off the attacker in the bathroom.
    Again I appreciate the vivid fight scene imagery. It is beautiful.
    The fight is done. But Karn begins his own attack as he pulls Fuse back into the stall.
    Fuse is responding sensual.
    I like this.
    “Karn looked so sexy standing there that Fuse’s brain stuttered for a moment. Brain stuttering. “
    There is a very sensual response between the two. Karn is definitely being aggressive., but he also notices Fuse’s reluctant compliance., but continues.

    I like.
    “ rubbing soothing circles over his back with his thumbs, stealing his breath from his lungs. “
    Fuse’s body responds even if his mind is trying to say no.
    “No. Fuse wasn’t going to allow Karn to play with him like this. No matter how amazing his lips felt against his, he wasn’t about to kiss the person that he despised…again. “
    It is quite beautiful that Fuse while initially protesting, begins to melt under Karn’s hot kiss.
    .”He tastes sweeter than candy.”
    Fuse is accepting the stunning reality of the kiss. Fuse begins to initiate his own kisses and involvement.
    “Eager to taste more, Fuse sucked on Karn’s tongue, and excitement stirred as he indulged in the taste. “
    This whole sexual encounter was delightfully hot and erotic. I loved the writing. I loved the pace and rhythm.
    Fuse keeps trying to hate himself and thinks he should stop. But his attraction to Karn is powerful.

    “Fuse hated himself for willingly letting Karn grope him. But every time he tried to push him away, Karn brought him back in with a world full of sensations that he wasn’t ready to leave just yet. Why does this feel so good?”:

    Fuse with tears can’t figure out
    “Fuse didn’t know whether the tears forming in his eyes were from the pleasure or sheer humiliation. “
    I love this passage. When you truly make love to a person, you are putting yourself in their hands. You totally let yourself go, trusting the other person. You are at their mercy and under their control, especially at moments of seeking pleasure.
    “. What’s this feeling? Regardless of their matching height, Fuse felt so fragile underneath him. It was like his entire identity was at his mercy, and all Fuse could do was trust Karn’s control over him, his body, the situation. “

    I am now realizing that this was Fuse’s first sexual act as he was a virgin. No wonder out of unexpected act he started doubting himself. Virgin panic

    “That stirring lust in his stomach quickly turned to a sick churning as soon as Fuse realized what a mess Karn had made him. He felt disgusting, dirty, and he wanted to flee the country with a fake identity so that he was never found again.”

    I love Karen’s self satisfied grin. Cocky reactions. Your voice is fucking sexy when you moan.

    Fuse has embarrassment and elements of shyness as well.
    “If anyone ever found out what happened here, Fuse was going to die of embarrassment. Only he would stupidly allow his hormones to overtake his mind and let the person he despised touch him that way.”

    I like Karn continuing to tease Fuse and reminding him of what happened.
    “Something sure wore you out.” Karn winked.
    “You almost stabbed me with your ‘knife’.”

    But what I love is. Karn responding emotionally. Gazing at him with soft eyes.
    But underneath this veneer of smugness, does Karn wonder if Fuse was happy with this sexual act. Karn asks this question nervously.
    “You aren’t leaving because of me, right?” Karn asked, nerves pinching his voice.
    Then Karn also offers to walk back with Fuse and is rudely rejected.
    I wonder if Karn was slightly hurt by this angry reaction.
    “Karn shut his mouth and released his wrist. His gaze went to the bruise forming on Fuse’s neck. “;
    Instead of saying something Karn turns around and walks away.
    Is is possible Karn is upset.
    Meanwhile Fuse out of frustration of his warring thoughts turns to anger.
    I hate you.

    Does Fuse say I hate you because of responded to you and had sex with you?
    I hate you because maybe I like you, although I have to hate you because of my dad ?
    Ot I hate you for walking away while I feel vulnerable. ?

    This again is not a normal romantic reaction to the encounter. After Fuse is satisfied sexually, there are no words of I like you. I love you.
    Fuse is dealing with insecurities and anger.
    Karn gives out soft eyes and calling Fuse cute but he does not say he loves him.

    I loved the chapter.

    I did like the beauty of Fuse responding to Karn. It was a beautifully written sensual passage.

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