Warning: NSFW - Sexual Content
Karn watched Fuse leave the bar. It would’ve been easy to stay there and avoid the inevitable conversation in which Fuse was likely to yell at Karn for that wonderful moment in the bathroom stall. But Fuse had just been in a fight and had an orgasm, not to mention the still-healing rib—Karn didn’t feel comfortable letting him walk back to the dorms alone.
As soon as his ‘bodyguard’ had walked out the door, Karn slipped out behind him and followed the other male.
Fuse seemed a little upset. However, it could’ve been worse. Karn was just relieved that Fuse hadn’t impulsively retaliated and ended up doing something he’d regret, like busting his lip again.
Karn approached the dorm room and twisted the doorknob with a nervous tingle in his fingers. He slowly cracked the door open to see Fuse sitting on the edge of his bed, finishing off a drink.
Why is he drinking?
Karn froze as realization hit him like a shit ton of bricks. Fuse probably fucking hated him. After all, he seemed pretty upset after receiving a hand job. Perhaps Fuse is upset because I did a terrible job? Usually Karn didn’t feel insecure about his skills, but Fuse was a completely different ball game. He was unpredictable. And much harder to please.
I’m a fucking idiot.
Karn had wanted to reach a new level of intimacy and trust that would open Fuse’s heart to him. And while hearing those candid moans and feeling Fuse’s body squirming in pleasure was most definitely the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced—that was all he’d wanted...for Fuse to feel good.
Fuse put the glass on the nightstand and looked up at him with a set of honey-glazed, lustful eyes. Slits of moonlight streamed through the blinds of the window and cascaded over his shiny black hair. He tilted his head and let out a short huff.
“It’s not fair,” Fuse murmured.
Karn’s brows furrowed. “What’s not fair?”
Licking his lips, Fuse splayed his fingers on Karn’s thigh and gave it a firm squeeze. “That I didn’t return the favor.”
Heat stirred in the pit of his stomach as he suddenly realised what Fuse meant. Karn would be over the moon for him to return the favor, but not like this. Consent was his kink, and he didn’t want to take advantage of a drunk Fuse.
Regretfully pushing his hand away, Karn sighed and shook his head. “You’re drunk.”
“Barely! I’ve had one drink.” Fuse hooked his finger around Karn’s belt loop and dragged him closer. “It’s just a hand job. I want to do this.”
Either Fuse had been abducted and had his identity stolen by a horny alien, or miraculously, that walk to the dorms gave him enough time to change his attitude. It was plausible he wanted to even the score.
As Fuse pulled him closer, Karn held onto his shoulder for balance, confusion filling him. “I thought you would hate me.” This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting at all. Yelling and blaming? Yes. Seduction was the last thing he expected.
At the comment, Fuse lightened his tugging and glanced down at his hand. “I thought about it.” He drew out a sigh and looked up with a considering gaze. “But I realized it wasn’t worth it.”
Without warning, Fuse hauled Karn onto the soft bed and hovered over him. “Let me be in control now,” he murmured in a satiny voice, his hand roaming up Karn’s leg.
Losing access to his thoughts under Fuse’s feathery touch, Karn grabbed his wrist and swallowed the dryness in his throat. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes.” Fuse whispered, unbuttoning Karn’s pants with ease.
Warmth spreading throughout his body, Karn sat up and tore his jacket off, tossing it to the floor. Face to face with Fuse, he took the opportunity to grab his neck and kiss those beautiful lips. Surprisingly, Fuse was quick to respond, and slipped his tongue in his mouth. That slow stirring in the pit of his stomach instantly grew to a hungry arousal.
As Fuse explored his mouth, he unzipped his jeans to expose his rock-hard cock pinned to his abdomen.
If he touches me, I might cum on the spot.
He slid his hand under Fuse’s shirt, goosebumps brushing against his palm as he caressed his flesh.
A light gasp escaped him as Fuse’s warm hand grasped his aching erection, pleasure shooting straight through his lower body. Even if Fuse’s hold was loose, it was electrifying.
“I still can’t believe how big you are,” Fuse murmured against his lips, moving his hand and starting with lazy strokes.
Emotions spiraling, Karn’s quivering lips struggled to latch onto Fuse’s. His touch spurred a thrill of ballistic energy. Fuse was adorable when he was trying like this.
Gently tugging on Karn’s bottom lip with his teeth, Fuse breathed heavily as he flicked his wrist at an easy pace. Cock throbbing from the need for more, Karn thrust into his hand and held back a satisfied moan.
Fuse must’ve sensed that Karn was craving speed because he pulled his underwear further down and began accelerating his handiwork. Karn’s legs buckled under the fulfilling sensation, driving him into a wild frenzy of lust and appreciation.
Fuck, I’m lucky to have him.
Regaining control of his shaking body, he leaned into the kiss and grazed his tongue along the roof of Fuse’s mouth, exploring the taste of Fuse as much as he could as he fell victim to the male’s seduction.
To his dismay, Fuse pulled away. Mentally preparing for them to stop, he was taken by surprise when Fuse pressed him into the mattress and yanked his jeans and boxers down his thighs. He shivered at the exposed air tickling his skin and clutched the sheets as Fuse awkwardly pumped his cock.
“Shia, that feels so good,” Karn said, writhing in ecstasy.
No matter what Fuse did, he had a way of provoking certain feelings that Karn never knew existed within him. After their first kiss, he felt like an addict always craving his next high. Fuse was the drug he couldn’t resist.
Karn admired the way Fuse looked so focused on trying to please him. His dark eyes always had this concentrated glint whenever he was handling something he cared about. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Karn swore he had that same expression now. Like he cared how Karn felt.
“Fuse…” Karn said breathlessly. “Kiss me.”
Clumsily speeding his hand, Fuse leaned over and crashed their lips together. This one kiss carried more intensity than anything his hand could’ve ever done to his cock. Karn, flying on blissful hormones and titillating satisfaction felt like he never wanted to break free from those lips again.
Suddenly that tight knot in his stomach was beginning to loosen. Before he knew it, Karn had exploded all over his chest and abdomen, soiling his favorite, white shirt. He laid there, lungs burning, and refused to leave that kiss, glowing in the weakening after-high.
“Oh...fuck…” Karn panted, sinking deeper into the mattress. He took Fuse’s hand and wiped the rest of his cum off his shirt. No harm in staining what was already tainted.
When Fuse’s hand was ‘clean’, Karn pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it next to his jacket on the floor. He fell onto the bed with an exultant smile and shimmied his jeans off to join the rest of his clothes.
“That was incredible.” Karn gasped lightly as he admired the gorgeous male he desperately wanted to claim as his.
“Now we’re even.” Fuse slipped out of the bed just as Karn reached an arm out to cuddle.
“Almost even. You didn’t give me a hickey.” Karn might’ve been pushing his luck. A cute ‘love mark’ from Fuse would’ve been the perfect way to end the night.
Unfastening the buttons on his shirt, Fuse stared at him cooly. “Even enough.”
Sitting up, Karn shuffled to the edge of the bed and tugged at Fuse’s shirt trying to ignore the tightening in his gut. “Have you ever given someone a hickey before?” He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his abdomen, sucking in that wonderful scent post-orgasm.
Fuse shoved his head away and looked down at him with a wrinkled nose, but there was a chill in his gaze which made Karn pause before Fuse spoke. “Go shower. You reek of booze.”
“That’s elation you’re smelling.” He threw out the cocky sentence to hide the hint of nervousness that tingled through him.
“Whatever it is, go wash it off.”
Fuse seemed normal enough when he said this, and Karn leaned back and sniffed himself. In his humble opinion, he smelled just fine. But he didn’t want to ruin the mood by bickering, so he got up to quickly wash off, grabbing his clothes along the way.
When he was all cleaned up, he returned to see Fuse sound asleep, arms and legs spread out and not offering any space for him on that cozy mattress. He would’ve given his left nut to get the chance to cuddle with Fuse. Although they hadn’t had full-on sex, Karn craved touch after such intimacy. To him, aftercare was just as important as the actual sex. His love language was ninety percent touch, and he was very physically expressive when it came to his feelings. If he could hold Fuse in his arms, they’d both be reassured of their feelings for one another.
Still, Karn didn’t want to push it and settled for his own, cold bed.
It’s been a long night. He’s just tired. It’s all fine. We’re fine.
* * *
Karn woke up with dizzying happiness sizzling through his veins. Last night was the perfect ‘next step’ in their relationship. Soon, they’d be declaring their love for each other and kissing whenever they wanted. Rubbing the empty spot on his bed, his chest filled with tenderness as he fantasized touching Fuse’s warm body. It’d been five weeks since he’d last held Fuse in his arms in the morning, and he was having severe cuddling withdrawals.
Sitting up, he groggily wiped his eyes, excited for the day but still feeling like rocks were weighting his eyelids. The bathroom door swiftly opened, revealing Fuse already dressed in his uniform and thick hair styled to frame those pretty, chocolate-brown eyes. The only missing part of his outfit was his tie. And a sexy man around his arm, of course.
“Good morning,” Karn said in an unusually chipper voice. He was secretly wanting to go over and give Fuse a deep, morning kiss. But he didn’t want to seem clingy. That wasn’t attractive.
Fuse crossed to his side of the room and retrieved a tie from his dresser. A brief nod was his only acknowledgment.
The heat in Karn’s chest quickly chilled to disappointment. He figured that Fuse wasn’t going to act lovey-dovey with him, but at least he could’ve seemed a little pleased about the new level in their relationship. Fuse was acting like it didn’t even happen. Like those feelings they shared never existed. As if those passionate kisses were meaningless.
“How did you sleep?” Maybe Karn was overreacting. Not everyone was a morning person.
“Fine.” Fuse shrugged and fixed his tie around his neck.
Shit. Does he remember what happened? Was he drunker than I thought?
Clearing his throat, Karn settled against the headrest and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “Do you remember what happened...last night?”
Fuse paused mid-tying. “Yep.”
Thank god.
That reaction was certainly reassuring. He felt a bit cheated. But still, he wasn’t going to give up just yet. Perhaps Fuse just needed a bit more time or misunderstood his intentions.
Karn hopped off the bed and strode to him with a confident demeanor. A lovely red hue peeked out above Fuse’s collar, warning others that he was already claimed. He smiled to himself as he slipped an arm around Fuse’s waist.
Fuse arched an eyebrow, transfixed on his reflection in the mirror as he straightened his tie. “May I help you?”
Captivated by Fuse’s cologne, he pressed a small kiss to his neck, sucking in the fresh scent of vanilla-scented shampoo from the soft hair brushing the skin there. Shit, Fuse is a walking meal.
“Stop being weird.” Fuse brushed him off and walked away to grab his backpack near his bed.
Karn’s heart dropped to his twisting stomach. “Last I checked, it was normal to want to kiss someone.”
“Check again, only couples do that shit.”
What the fuck?
Fuse was treating Karn like he was just a dried up tissue he tossed away after jerking off. It was like last night had no effect on him whatsoever. And although Karn could understand Fuse being a bit shy, that didn’t mean he had to pretend it never happened.
Didn’t Fuse want to be kissed? Wasn’t Fuse secretly wishing to be hugged before departing for school? Didn’t he feel the same way? At the very least, wasn’t he glad to have gotten a hand job? He seemed glad about it last night.
This was the first time Karn had to consider someone wanting his affection. Usually, guys were throwing themselves at him. Sometimes he had to almost fight them off. And while Fuse’s standoffish attitude was a breath of fresh air, he wished he would at least act affected.
Hurt. Angry. Happy. Horny. Karn could handle those responses. But indifference was just that. Apathetic, unemotional, robotic.
But those free moans and welling tears from Fuse’s eyes last night didn’t indicate nonchalance. He thought it had indicated some form of burgeoning emotional attachment, but he was wrong. Fuse felt something. He just hated not knowing what.
Fuck it. Karn didn’t have time for this. He had a class to get to and a lunch meeting with Sharp later. He was hoping to go in a better mood, but his excitement had completely sunk into disappointment. Maybe Fuse would get his act together before they had to talk about it.
* * *
If Karn had to choose between sucking the foot of a homeless person or having lunch with Sharp Plathorn, his tongue would be on some dirty bunions in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, his options weren’t as straightforward. Ditching Sharp today would trigger a series of vengeful acts, acts that were easily avoidable if Karn put on his big boy pants and showed up to the damn outing.
It wasn’t the first time that Karn’s father had asked him to meet up with Sharp. Ever since Sharp had decided to play uncomfortably close to their territory, Karn was told to keep a watchful eye on him and his repulsive practices.
The Tamisonan clan could threaten Sharp or use force to stop him, but they could only go so far. The Plathorn clan were great business associates and were very influential in their own respect. Though Chakan Plathorn was aware of his son’s miscreant behaviour, he foolishly believed that Sharp was worth saving, and wouldn’t respond lightly to measures that threatened Sharp’s life. As simple as life would be if Sharp were ‘taken care of’, the Tamisonan family was stuck.
Today’s meeting was important. Karn had to show Sharp who was in charge while also hiding any weakness. Given that they both were the sons of mafia leaders, they’d either be adversaries or allies. The future was dependent on the foundational relationship they built now. One day, Karn was going to take care of the Plathorn clan once and for all. But that goal was decades away.
With a pinch of agitation, Karn entered the soft ambience of the restaurant. Sharp sat in a secluded booth, hands folded patiently on the table full of pre-ordered food. Meeting Sharp’s gaze, he slid into the seat across from him and settled a napkin onto his lap.
“Ai’Karn.” Sharp’s harsh voice clashed against the quaint background music and his baited smile. “I’m surprised you actually showed up. You seemed touchy last we spoke.”
“Pardon my insolence,” Karn said in a slick tone. “You caught me at a bad time.”
Sharp was lucky that Karn had to support Fuse and his injury, else he would’ve knocked out those capped teeth of his.
“I hope you don’t mind. I already ordered for you.” Sharp gestured to the plates of meat and steaming coffee. “I figured we had similar taste.”
“I don’t mind at all.” Karn lightly blew over the coffee’s surface and took an experimental sip. “I didn’t have a taste for anything in particular today anyway.”
In reality, Karn minded, a lot. Sharp had ‘marked his territory’ by pissing all over the table. While it could be seen as considerate of Sharp to order in advance, Karn knew the real reason he did so was to gain control before the conversation had even started. This was his way of asserting his dominance in the conversation.
Sharp straightened his posture. “I’m glad we’re meeting. I have a proposition for you.”
“Go on.”
“Word on the street is that you’re buying rundown historical sightings and restoring them,” Sharp said, his gaze intensifying as he subtly tilted his head.
It was Karn’s least profitable business venture, but it was worth every penny. These sites were more valuable than the price tags they were given. Five years ago, he’d lost his best friend to a horrific car accident. As a self-professed ‘history buff’, Mork had dreamt of restoring historical sites and owning his own museum. Devastated by his tragic loss, Karn began purchasing historical sites in his friend’s memory.
“I assume you’re banking on tourism for profit.” Sharp forked his sirloin and sliced a clean line through the tender flesh
Resting his hands on the table, Karn retained a poker face. If Sharp even tried mentioning prostitution, he was leaving the table.
“No one is going to care about those geriatric buildings. There are plenty of nicer ones in Bangkok for tourists to visit. This is more of a charity case than a business.” Sharp tore into his bleeding steak and swallowed thickly. “You’re wasting your time and money. Lucky for you, I know how to make both worth your while.”
“I really don’t need your suggestions or money.” Karn wasn’t going to so much as crack open the door of possibilities for Sharp to make a business deal with him. It was never going to happen.
Sharp laughed, sliding the metal fork between his teeth as he wolfed down another bite of meat. “I’m not offering you money. But what I am suggesting is for you to tear down those buildings and sell the antique fixtures—they’re worth quite a bit to the right collector.”
“And where do you fit into this?” Karn quirked a distrusting brow.
“I have plenty of interested clients. You’d be surprised how much people are willing to pay for this crap.”
Karn nodded. “I see.”
Inside, he was burning. While Karn was caring for these beautiful remnants of history, Sharp saw wasted potential. He was like some pirate desperate for treasure, unable to find his own damn map.
“Well, unfortunately, I have my own plans for these buildings, and I don’t intend on destroying them.” Karn smiled, corking the volcano of festering anger inside him.
“I was afraid you’d say that.” Sharp sighed. “Really, think about it. I know this holds sentimental value to you, but do you want to waste your father’s money on such an expense that promises little return?”
“I assure you that he doesn’t believe it to be a waste.”
Sharp gave a duplicitous smile. “Of course, but—”
“I’m not changing my mind naNa is a Thai particle with many uses. In this case, it is to soften what Karn is saying as he doesn't want to come across as harsh. Sharp is a scary dude after all.,” Karn said in a curt but soft tone.
Pursing his lips, Sharp sipped his coffee and frowned at the table. “You don’t like the food?” he asked.
“Not hungry.” Karn had lost his appetite the second he laid eyes on Sharp.
Sharp took a fair pause before asking, “How’s that injured boy of yours doing?” He twisted the knife in his hand and cut another fresh wound into his steak. “Ai’Fuse, was it? At least that’s what I’m told his name is.”
Karn’s breath sharpened. A short pull of his mouth reminded him to keep his composure. Sharp would pick at any exposed weakness, and his instincts for vulnerability in others was stronger than any dog’s nose.
“Since when do you care for others’ well-being?” Karn retorted, keeping a playful lightness in the air.
“Since the ‘other’ is the most stunning person I’ve ever met.”
Karn was in the unique position of agreeing with Sharp for once. Fuse was an absolute knockout, and Karn was going to make sure his beauty wouldn’t be defiled. He stared at Sharp, imagining the different ways the man would bleed under a switchblade.
“I take it that you’re dating.”
“No,” Karn said almost too quickly.
Sharp smirked, clearly delighted in the small hole he’d cracked. “Really?” Sharp raised a brow and slicked his tongue over his bottom lip. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I had my way with him? He has such a unique look to him. Makes me wonder what those lips can do.”
Karn pressed his hands together, fighting back the demanding urge to grab his knife and stab Sharp. The bastard needed his tongue cut off. And his dick.
“That’s not for me to decide.” Karn tightly interlocked his fingers as he addressed Sharp as though he were a child being told he couldn’t have candy. “It depends on if he wants you.”
“I’m not worried about that. I can be very convincing.” Sharp finished his meat but kept hold of the knife in his hand.
“Although,” Sharp started, twirling the sharp object in his palm. “I think he’d be perfect for my next business venture. People would pay handsomely to fuck him.”
Clenching his jaw, Karn snarled at the man digging his own grave. “He’s not for sale.”
“Oh, I can have that arranged.” Sharp placed his finger on the tip of the blade and spun it against his skin as though he was whittling. “I’m very familiar with the Kanakasiri agency. For the right price, I’m sure his father would love me to take him off his hands.”
“I wouldn’t let you.”
Sharp leaned over, his silver chain almost hitting the table. “Then you’ll just have to out-bid me.” He was practically drooling as he spoke as though eager to devour Fuse.
“That won’t be hard. I heard you lost millions of baht from your last scheme. Is Ai’Fuse really worth the wallet bleeding?”
Sharp’s eyes narrowed. “Trust me.” He snapped back in his seat. “Money isn’t an issue for me.”
Unbeknownst to Sharp, Karn was well aware of his money loss. All those prostitutes were supposed to show up in Laos, and they never even made it past the border. From what Karn heard, Sharp’s clients were pissed and had pressured half of his other clients to blackball him.
Finally, I have something on him.
“Why don’t you put that money to good use? Real estate is all the rave these days.” Karn spoke in a snarky tone, falling into his habit of provocation. It was a nasty addiction, one he’d worked hard on managing.
“Not interested,” Sharp said, shaking his head fervently. “I like indulging in my hobby.”
“Hobby?”
“Selling what doesn’t belong to me.” Sharp set the knife aside and dared to look Karn straight into his eyes with a deathly cold gaze. “And fucking anyone I want.”
“You don’t have to sell people.” There was no chance in hell of him selling Fuse.
“I don’t have to do anything. But when you’re wealthy, you can do whatever the hell you want.” Sharp cracked his neck and paused. “And I want Ai’Fuse.”
“Let me make something very clear to you.” Karn reached across the table and seized Sharp’s wrist. He wrenched Sharp’s sleeve up his arm, revealing a thick scar down his forearm. “This is what happens when I do hold back.” He smashed his thumb into the jagged wound, forcing the man across to writhe uncomfortably in his seat. “If you touch Fuse in any way, I won’t hold back.”
Sharp yanked his hand back with a heavy scowl, his eyes glancing at his watch. “Sorry to cut this short.” He pulled his sleeve down. “But I have business to attend to.”
Karn stood up, crushing the napkin from his lap and dropped it into his coffee. He couldn’t leave this damn meeting soon enough.
“I’m glad we had this talk,” Karn said sleekly.
Sharp didn’t dare to say another word, instead fixing his composure before he rushed out the restaurant.
That’s right. Run away like the scared little shit you are.
Karn is caring. He is worried about Fuse who was in a fight and had his first sexual experience. The bodyguard is protected by his protectee following him home. Karn is nervous.as he “ twisted the doorknob with a nervous tingle in his fingers. “
Karn is simply adorable here with caring
“ Perhaps Fuse is upset because I did a terrible job? Usually Karn didn’t feel insecure about his skills, but Fuse was a completely different ball game. He was unpredictable. And much harder to please.”
Fuse is an unpredictable bird but Karn is sweet doubting himself , hoping he pleased.
This is even more caring and beautiful.
“ that was all he’d wanted…for Fuse to feel good. ”
So Karn enters and finds “ set of honey-glazed, lustful eyes. “
Why? Why is Fuse lustful with no touches.
Is it the memory of his Fuse’s own sexual encounter ? That has aroused him and makes him want more.
Slits of moonlight streamed through the blinds of the window and cascaded over his shiny black hair. He tilted his head and let out a short huff.
So Fuse ‘s first words are “ it’s not fair”. . “That I didn’t return the favor.”
While actively licking his lips, And splaying his fingers on Karn’s thigh and giving it a firm squeeze.
Karn has a morality which I admire.
“Consent was his kink, and he didn’t want to take advantage of a drunk Fuse.”
So Fuse lets out that he has only had one drink Then why the intoxicated lustful reaction.
Karn is surprised at the seduction. And me as well.
Seduction was the last thing he expected.
I love “ Let me be in control now,” he murmured in a satiny voice, his hand roaming up Karn’s leg.”.
Fuse is being aggressive and dominant. Fuse continues his seduction. Karn is responsive.
Even to saying “ Fuck, I’m lucky to have him.”
Karn is responding with deeper emotions. It is quite beautiful and addictive.
“No matter what Fuse did, he had a way of provoking certain feelings that Karn never knew existed within him. After their first kiss, he felt like an addict always craving his next high. Fuse was the drug he couldn’t resist. “
And the enigma is.
“Karn admired the way Fuse looked so focused on trying to please him.
His dark eyes always had this concentrated glint whenever he was handling something he cared about. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Karn swore he had that same expression now. Like he cared how Karn felt.”
Karn is hoping this concentrated expression is a sign of caring.
I love “ he fell victim to the male’s seduction. .”
Then it happens. Karn is very happily satisfied. He says
That was incredible.” Karn gasped lightly as he admired the gorgeous male he desperately wanted to claim as his.
“Now we’re even.” Fuse slipped
This is a very cold response.
So Karn is feeling caring. But he runs into a very cold wall.
This passage still ticks me off
He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his abdomen, sucking in that wonderful scent post-orgasm.
So the gentle kiss and delighting in post orgasm smells receives.
Your head being shoved away. And a chill gaze.
And a cruel comment.
“He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his abdomen, sucking in that wonderful scent post-orgasm.
Fuse shoved his head away and looked down at him with a wrinkled nose, but there was a chill in his gaze which made Karn pause before Fuse spoke. “Go shower. You reek of booze.”
Karn understands his emotions. He knows that sexual intimacy is more that sexual touch.
“Karn craved touch after such intimacy. To him, aftercare was just as important as the actual sex. “ I love this.
“His love language was ninety percent touch, and he was very physically expressive when it came to his feelings. If he could hold Fuse in his arms, they’d both be reassured of their feelings for one another.”
Karn woke up with dizzying happiness sizzling through his veins. Last night was the perfect ‘next step’ in their relationship. Soon, they’d be declaring their love for each other and kissing whenever they wanted.
This was a beautiful passage. Karn is sweet. Karn has cuddling withdrawals. Such a delightful image.
This is a painful cold sequence. Fuse is obviously running away from any emotional,reaction to Karn.
Karn wakes up,happy.
Captivated by Fuse’s cologne, he pressed a small kiss to his neck, sucking in the fresh scent of vanilla-scented shampoo from the soft hair brushing the skin there.
Karn receives.
“Stop being weird.” Fuse brushed him off .
Karn is hurt. Rightly so.
Karn’s heart dropped to his twisting stomach. “Last I checked, it was normal to want to kiss someone.”
“Check again, only couples do that shit.”
So sweet Karn has a twisting stomach . He is rebuffed with only couples do that shit.
I feel for Karn. Fuse is ice cold.
And just as being ice cold he encounters indifference.
“Hurt. Angry. Happy. Horny. Karn could handle those responses. But indifference was just that. Apathetic, unemotional, robotic. “
I am hurting for Karn. Fuse is hurting him.
Despite being rebuffed Karn is hopeful.
But those free moans and welling tears from Fuse’s eyes last night didn’t indicate nonchalance. He thought it had indicated some form of burgeoning emotional attachment, but he was wrong. Fuse felt something. He just hated not knowing what.
Fuse was emotionally involved. But may be trunk to negate it.
The encounter with Sharp is ugly and scary.
Sharp,is dangerous and has a competitive grudges .
I am glad to see he is scared of Karn.
I truly enjoyed this story