New Life : A Second Chance

✿ BL scene. Skip if you're not comfortable ✿

"Randall, please," Kyle pleaded, "Not here."

Randall stopped, his finger still pressing right at the entrance, asked, "Do you admit you're Dean?"

Kyle closed his eyes, as if in defeat and replied, "Yes."

With a growl of satisfaction, Randall let go of Kyle's c*ck and hands. He brought his hands to grip Kyle's chin and said gently, "Now, was that so hard to admit?"

Kyle tried to turn his head away, but Randall wouldn't let him, holding his chin firmly in his grasp "Kyle. Dean. Whatever name you go by, know this. I love you. I want you. Be mine."

Kyle looked at Randall seriously. 

Just what was it that Randall knew about him? There were so many things he had to find out. He didn't look like he knew about the mission, so what did he think about 'Dean'? 

He had to dig out more information. More so because Randall knew his real identity as Kyle. 

"I can't, Randall," Kyle replied, "I -"

Randall didn't wait for Kyle to finish, sealing his lips with his, taking the opportunity of Kyle's open mouth to push his tongue in. He sucked hard on Kyle's tongue, growling in satisfaction when Kyle finally responded.

Both of them were fighting for dominance. Their mouths were the battleground, their tongues the weapons. They danced, parried, and clashed while going from one spot to another.

Randall deepened the kiss, running his hands underneath Kyle's shirt. His hands went behind Kyle's waist then slipped below to go under the pants and he started groping Kyle's a*s. His palms were on the fleshy buttcheeks while his fingers kept sliding in-between them.

"Just for tonight," Randall said, breaking the kiss but not taking out his hands, "Stay with me tonight. Let me love you."

Randall pulled Kyle closer to him, causing both their c*cks to rub against each other. 

Kyle sighed, as if resigning to the situation, putting his forehead on Randall's chest. 

"Just for tonight."

Ecstatic, Randall grabbed Kyle's hand and dragged Kyle along to the hotel at the opposite side of the road. Kyle truly was exhausted and his legs were weak, but he still managed to keep up with Randall without stumbling too much.

Once they reached inside the room, Randall didn't waste any time and pulled Kyle into his arms.

"Randall," Kyle said, pushing at his chest, "I'm sticky."

"I don't care," Randal replied, taking off Kyle's sweatshirt. His eyes gleamed upon seeing Kyle's body, as he ran his hands all over, "This little sweat is nothing."

"Urgh," Kyle said, "Be serious. I'm here right? I'm not going anywhere."

Randall let go of Kyle reluctantly, "Fine. Go and shower then, if you must."

"Yes, I must," Kyle hissed and he turned around. However, when he entered the bathroom, Randall was close behind. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What? We're going to fuck later, so why can't I just watch you bathe?" Randall asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Kyle insisted, pushing at him to get out, "Just let me have some peace first."

"Either you bathe while I watch, or I bathe you ... or we can skip all of that and just go fuck in here," Randall growled.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "You're hopeless."

"I spent weeks looking for you," Randall replied, "There is no way I'm going to let you out of my sight now."

Kyle glared at him, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," Randall said, coming closer, "Just strip and bathe already. I don't know how long I can stand not taking you right here, right now."

Kyle clenched his teeth and had no choice but to do just that. Since his body was aching so much, his movements were slow. To Randall, it appeared even more enticing as Kyle seemed to be doing a striptease. 

His eyes continued to bore into Kyle, as he watched Kyle take off his pants, sliding it over his round a*s and exposing the boxers underneath. With a tsk, he watched as Kyle entered the bathtub, pulling the shower curtains closed before taking off his boxers and throwing it out. 

Seeing the clothes on the floor, Randall smirked and picked them up. He rolled them up and stuffed them down the toilet bowl, closing the lid. He then took off his own clothes and waited for Kyle to finish bathing.

In the meantime, Kyle was leaning forward in the shower, his hand on the wall as he let the water fall upon him.  

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!! 

His mind had been so consumed with grief and thoughts of his kids that he had pushed all thoughts of Randall out of his mind. He didn't think Randall would be making a move anytime soon since there had not been even the slightest hint of any movement.

So careless. 

Ordinarily, if he had been fine, he could rely on the Kato Art to hypnotize the guy again - or his martial arts to subdue him. As it was, he had pushed his body past the limit today and had no energy left.

Following Randall back was the safest choice, so that Randall himself would let his guard down. There was no way Kyle could have overpowered him at that point, and he needed to be conscious and alert to deal with Randall.

Still, this move was very risky. 

Kyle took the time to meditate under the shower, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles. It was his leg muscles that were affected the most. Though his arms were better, he was obviously too weak against Randall, as was evidenced earlier.

When Kyle felt he could move without too much pain, he soaped himself and ended the shower. Sliding the shower curtain aside to get a towel, he stopped to stare at the impatient man that was waiting.

Fully naked with his c*ck high in the air.

Kyle groaned.

Was tonight the night that he is going to lose it?