Chapter 118: A Bad Decision

"Do you want me to continue?" Baylor asked against Kai’s mouth, voice rough from wine and restraint, and Kai hated how little time he needed to answer. It had been months since he last got any real sexual release, and the tension in his body was already past the point of clean dignity. A bad decision with a familiar enemy still counted as release.

"Yes," he said.

Baylor kissed him harder for that, and the first stretch of it stayed almost soft, slow pressure and careful hands mapping bare skin like he was afraid the truce would vanish if he moved too fast. Kai let him, fingers in his hair, breath uneven, still telling himself this was only physical. Then Baylor pushed him fully back onto the mattress, dragged his underwear down, and the softness burned off fast.

What followed was rougher, uglier, and much more honest than either of them had admitted in the doorway. Baylor worked him open with impatient hunger, then pressed inside with a heavy thrust that forced a broken sound out of Kai’s throat. The stretch was thick and immediate, and for a second Kai’s whole body locked around the fact of it before Baylor started moving in earnest.

"Oh, how I have wished to fuck you this way," Baylor muttered into his ear, thrusting deeper, one hand gripping Kai’s thigh hard enough to leave memory behind.

Kai turned his face away and still failed to escape the heat of it.

"Has anyone fucked you this good?"

"Go to hell," Kai snapped, and tried to take control by surging upward, using his core and the angle of his hips to force Baylor sideways. For a moment it almost worked. Then Baylor caught both of his wrists, locked him down against the sheets, and drove in harder until Kai’s defiant breath collapsed into a stifled noise.

"Stay down," Baylor growled. "You fight like you still think this is a ranked lane."

"It is," Kai forced out. "Everything with you is."

Baylor laughed once against his throat and fucked him through the answer, the bedframe answering every thrust with a hard thud. The room stopped feeling like a dorm and started feeling like a field they had dragged indoors, all impact and resistance and months of hostility turning into skin. Kai managed to free one hand and fist Baylor’s hair, yanking hard enough to hurt, and Baylor only hissed and pushed deeper in response.

"Bet your friend Rolf wouldn’t handle you like this."

The line made Kai’s stomach twist with pure repulsion.

"He is just a friend."

"Oh yeah? The way he looks at you suggests otherwise."

Kai hated that the comment landed long enough to make him think. There had been one moment, weeks back, Rolf watching him too long after drills with a kind of quiet attention that did not belong to ordinary friendship. Baylor thrust in again and scattered the thought before it could finish forming.

"No," Kai said, sharper, and used the opening to clamp a thigh high around Baylor’s shoulder, trying to choke him into a flip with pure stubborn leverage. For half a second the shift favored him. Then Baylor hauled him up off the mattress entirely, held him suspended with ugly strength, and put his mouth on him with no warning at all.

Kai’s whole body jerked.

Baylor ate him out like he was punishing him for the attempt, tongue deep and relentless, hands gripping his ass hard enough to stop every escape route. Kai’s fingers scrabbled at his hair and failed to make a useful argument out of it. When Baylor finally dropped him back down, he sank him onto his cock in one continuous motion that left Kai gasping against his shoulder.

The room filled with the sound of it, skin, breath, the repeated slam of the bed against the wall, and neither of them cared enough to make it quieter. It was theatrical in the worst way, half fight and half fuck, every gain answered by another loss of position. Kai clawed, twisted, bit at Baylor’s lower lip when their mouths crashed together again, and Baylor answered by pinning his knee wider and driving in until the angle turned ruthless.

"Moan for me, Valerius."

"Never."

Baylor’s response was not verbal for several thrusts. He simply fucked harder, deeper, using his weight and the grip on Kai’s hip to force the pace past pride. Then the angle changed, and it was as if he had found extra depth on purpose, because the next drive hit Kai’s prostate cleanly and tore a sound out of him whether he wanted it or not.

"There," Baylor muttered, almost reverent and still vicious. "That is what I wanted."

Kai tried to swallow the next moan and failed. The hits kept landing in the same unbearable place, and his body started giving up the fight one involuntary sound at a time. He came first with his face turned into the sheets and his fingers twisted hard in Baylor’s hair, pleasure ripping through him with no interest in the months of hostility that had preceded it. Baylor followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt and filling him so completely that Kai’s dazed mind registered the heat of it as too much, almost flooded, messy and inescapable.

They dropped back onto the ruined bed in a heap of sweat and silence, still tangled, and sleep took them before either one could invent a colder sentence to end on.

**

Morning arrived with no mercy.

Kai woke first to a wrecked room and the unmistakable feeling of cum still leaking out of him onto the sheets. The desk chair was sideways. The wine bottle lay near the wall. One of the ward-lamps flickered from whatever residual impact the night had thrown at the fixtures. Baylor was already awake beside him, propped on one elbow and watching him with a look that was far too satisfied for the state of the place.

"Piece of shit," Kai said at once, repulsion arriving right on time now that lust was no longer making excuses for him.

Baylor smirked.

"This is the way you say good morning to someone you had inside you all night?"

"You need to leave. Now." ℯ𝐥.

"Oh, come on."

Kai sat up, winced at the reminder in his body, and started scanning the room for clothes and packing lines. From the light at the window, his transfer window was already close, and Mira and Rolf were the exact kind of friends who would show up early to check on him, especially if they had already finished their own moves into intermediate housing. The last thing he needed was either of them walking into this.

He snatched Baylor’s clothes off the floor and threw them at his chest.

"Leave. Now."

"Really?"

"Yes, big dick. Now go."

Baylor smiled wider and stood up fully naked, already hard again like the argument itself counted as stimulation. Kai looked, hated that he looked, and rolled his eyes hard enough to hurt.

"Why are you... you know what, get out."

Baylor made a mock-seductive face and closed the distance anyway, breath warm against Kai’s mouth, cock brushing the front of Kai’s thigh with shameless precision. Kai gave him a slight shove, not enough to start another full fight, enough to reclaim a handspan of air.

"You are making this hard on yourself," Kai said.

Baylor grunted.

"You are making me hard."

The counter was so stupid and so quick that Kai actually smiled before he could stop himself. Baylor saw it at once and pressed the advantage with the same competitive instinct he used on the field.

"See, I made you smile. Can’t I get some?"

Kai hated that he contemplated it. His body was sore, still messy from the night, and somehow still turning on at the proximity, at the height, at the memory of being handled too well by the one person he had spent months wanting to throttle. If they were quick, if Baylor meant what he said, if Mira and Rolf were not already on the stairs, there was a narrow window where one more bad decision might still fit before the day became public again.

"I could eat you out," Baylor offered.

Kai glanced down at himself, at the evidence still there from the night before, and made a face.

"Ew."

"And let you ride this time."

That sealed it.

The offer hit the exact combination of control and want Kai had been missing when he got pinned through half the night, and before pride could rebuild a better argument he dragged Baylor in by the open edge of nowhere and kissed him hard. Baylor made a surprised sound into his mouth that turned into a groan, hands already gripping Kai’s waist, and the ruined room tilted toward another round as morning light climbed the wall.

Outside, the promoted ones were already moving toward intermediate reallocation and new rankings. Inside, Kai chose one more minute of heat over sense and let the truce fail in the most predictable way possible.