JACS 4

 

"That's him, right?"

"Is it true? Was he really, you know. . . "

"My friend who was sitting beside him said he saw hick-"

Krist closed his eyes and forced himself to drown out the loud rumors around him. Rome, the only person who stuck on his side despite everything, patted his hand. Silently giving him encouragement.

It would be very heartening if the rumors circulating were for naught. His friend knows the truth. Krist was able to bring himself to tell him the truth. Blessedly, there was no judgment on Rome's part.

"Don't mind them. There's no need for you to go out your way and explain your situation. It might be unusual considering you're both men bu-"

"Rome, it's okay." He halted his friend. "I'm not really concerned about that. What they're saying are true anyway. They still don't have any proof but I do kno-"

"Sheesh Krist! This is a setup of a bl manga. Have you read Hidoku Shinaide? How about Painter Of The Night? The hot seme and his uke started with a harmless blackmail as well until they both fell in lo-"

"Manga? Seme? What are you talking about?"

Rome laughed at him. "I'll forward a link so you can read it. Both are great stories! Hideyuki is so damn hot I swear he's the reason I'm gay!"

That's another reason why Rome is so open-minded with his situation. He's happy and gay.

When he shared the 'rape' thing (including the part where he found himself enjoying being fucked), the little shit only shrugged his shoulders. As per his lovely friend, men don't have anything to lose and he even greets the fourth grade classmate of his to whom he lost his v-card. Not that Krist agrees with Rome. He still feels very uncomfortable with the thought of losing a piece of himself to a 'stranger' albeit Singto is no longer a stranger to him.

Another mind-boggling thing is that Singto brought him back to his condo. The older male even prepared breakfast for him. Breakfast. Isn't there some kind of rule or something that one night stands should not be fed?

Or maybe it's because he's not a one night stand?

"What's the real score between you two anyway? Is he falling for you?"

"Falling my ass!"

Rome laughed. "Consider this as an experience. I know this is not a very nice situation and this is causing you your non-existent social life but I suggest you count your blessings. One, you're sleeping with a hot guy. Even if whatever you have with him will end one day, atleast you experienced it. Two, you were able to keep this job. Listening to customers curse might not be something to look forward to, but the pay is. Three, you only get to take in calls for 4 hours. Four hours! It's like you're only doing a part time job. Fou-"

"Okay. Okay. I get your point."

His friend beamed at him. Rome is crazy.

He's too darn crazy he was able to make Krist forget all the noisy people.

Again, Krist looked at the plastic bag he's carrying and the closed door in front of him. This seems to be a bad idea. A very bad idea.

He was about to turn on his heels when his phone rang with Singto's name plastered across his screen. Seems like he won't be able to leave this time around. After a deep calming breath, he knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened for him.

Anticipation tickled him as the person he had been dreading and dying to see led him inside the condo unit. Everything inside was neatly placed together just a he expected. Well, he had been here before and even had breakfast prepared by Singto before he went back home to answer his mother's thousands of questions.

"What did you tell her this time?"

Krist sheepishly looked away. "I told mom I'm spending the night at a friend's place. Like a whole day out and a sleepover."

He hated lying to his mother. Everyone hates lying to their mom. But. . . he couldn't bring himself to turn down Singto's invitation the night before. Aside from the initial blackmail, the older male has never raised firing him if he disobeys a direct order.

Not that he has been disobedient.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist and his slightly cold body was hugged by Singto's warmer one. "You can tell her about me. If it would be easier for you, you can simply move in with me. Or would you prefer I get a hou-"

"Wait! Wait!" Krist panicked. "I don't want a house. Our home might be small and it's a bit far from the office but we love that bungalow. Also, what should I tell my mom? I can't tell her I'm having sex with the biggest shareholder of the company I'm working for. She's going to google you and she'll find out that you're some kind of 'hero' in her pocketbooks who can sweep women off their feet. That's not a good idea."

There's no fucking way he can tell his mom about Singto. The hopeless romantic blood running through her veins would demand that she meets the older male and would pair up her not-so-good son to this perfect Adonis! Nope. That's a very bad scenario right there. It might bring Krist's hopes up. Not to mention his mom's.

He heard the older male chuckle. "What do you have?"

"Well. . . I brought kimchi. I'm not sure if you've tasted it before but it's one of my favorites. You do eat spicy food, right?"

"Hmmmnn. Not really. But I don't mind trying. I also don't eat sweet stuffs but I did like that pink drink you shared last time."

"That was pink milk. And for the record, I did not share it. You took it from me an-" his ears turned red when he remembered what the older male has done not so innocently to him and his Nom Yen.

Warm fingers caressed his nape. "It was good."

"Sir I-"

"Call me by my name."

Shit! How was he supposed to treat this as nothing but emotionless fucking when Singto's every action confused the hell out of him. Not to add the irritating butterflies flying around his stomach whenever the older male is near.

Did he eat a bucket of caterpillars?!

"Kit, you can move in with me."

There he goes again! Arrgh! What the heck am I exactly to him?!

"Sir- err. . .Singto. . . Please don't give me pet names or. . . Invite me to live with you. I might get the wro-ah!" He gasped when he felt soft lips nip his ear.

"Kit, do you mind if I have you first before the food you brought?"

Speechless, Krist can only dumbly look up at Singto who was seriously staring at him. Is it just him or can he see 'that thing' in the darker male's eyes?

Is he only imagining things?

"You can always say no."

"I. . . I don't mind." He whispered.

When he felt soft lips on his forehead, he closed his eyes. He once read that men who are in love tend to kiss their love's forehead. Is Singto in lo-NO! That's impossible!

Let's not go there. . . Please!

"Your safeword is still the same. Do you remember?"

Krist nodded. "Strawberry." He responded- throat suddenly dry in extreme anticipation.

He has used the same safe word a couple of times before and both instances made him forget anything else but Singto. So forgive him if he badly wants to jump the darker male's bones and get on with his plans for him.

"We've tried bondage before but only with my necktie. Do you mind if I handcuff you to my bed? How about if I blindfold you?"

At the painted scenario, Krist's body started to buzz in excitement. He never knew he'd be into such kinks but after having a taste of heaven in Singto's arms, he'd be a big fat liar if he says he's not into light bdsm. He likes it. Scratch! He's addicted to it.

The feel of pain mixing with pleasure is something of novelty that would twist his insides into something unrecognizable for him.

Did his first experience with Singto turn him into a masochist? A sex addict?

"I don't mind." He croaked out.

A satisfied grin flashed on Singto's face. "Get on the bed. I want you to watch as I take your clothes off before I blindfold and handcuff you."

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