Chapter 17
Rohan
We get back early, just as Tyson promised.
Thank God, because I’m still so tired from the last few days and drinking last night after so long of not doing it.
My limbs feel like jello, and I think it’s time we put that basin to use.
We climb the stairs and head down the hall to our room.
Tyson steps in first and pulls his cloak off his back.
“Ty … I wanna take a bath.” I don’t know why that comes out so damn quiet, like I’m scared or something. Cause I’m most certainly not. Everything’s just been so weird with Tyson lately. It’s annoying. Maybe I’m getting him and Zero mixed up. Though, they are the same person.
“Alright, so take one.” And that’s my reminder of just how different they are.
“No, not with you in here! Wait downstairs!”
“Rohan, I’m fucking exhausted from leveling your ass all day. I’m not sitting outside while you wash up. Just do it!” Tyson sighs, rolling his eyes at me.
A beat goes by with us just staring at each other, and if I had the energy, I would definitely yell and fight with him, but I really can’t take it right now.
My ears feel hot. “Can … Can you please just wait outside?”
Tyson’s brows shoot up so high I think they’ll reach his hairline. Now I’m super fucking embarrassed. I should have just shouted at him. I shift on my feet when he steps closer to me and leans down, “Alright, I hear you.”
My shoulders sag in relief when he finally leaves the room, a sigh passing through my lips.
I start to remove all of my clothes after filling the tub with hot water the innkeeper brought up. I guess he told her I wanted a bath. When my skin finally meets the water, my body feels like it will melt away completely. I lean my head back against the lip of the basin, taking a deep breath.
This feels so fucking nice. I could die just like this.
I jolt up when I hear the door creak open. Tyson glances my way before holding a piece of cloth up to use as a towel, probably.
“You forgot this.” He chuckles, laying it across the bed before heading back into the hallway.
My cheeks feel like they’ve been under the sun for too long.
I hate the way I’m becoming around Tyson.
Whatever this is. It needs to end today.
He has me so out of my element. I could’ve definitely taken the bath with him in the room.
It’s not like I haven’t done it before with guys in locker rooms. But I don’t know, it just felt too much.
I felt shy.
* * *
Tyson returns to the room as I’m drying off my hair. So glad I’m fully clothed and decided to do this last. He eyes me for a bit before padding over to the basin and starting to strip off his clothes.
“What are you doing?” I scoff.
“Taking a bath. You’re not the only one,” Tyson says, pulling his shirt over his head and his pants down quicker than I can register.
“Well, wait! I can leave first!”
“I don’t really care if you’re in the room, Ro,” he says, bored.
“I’ll just turn around then!” I say, my breath catching in my throat as I stare at Tyson’s naked form.
He’s fucking naked.
And there’s no reason my body should be burning up like this because of it.
“Sure. Do whatever you gotta do, I guess.” He chuckles, sitting fully into the hot water and leaning back.
I turn around and continue to towel my hair, and try not to think about how Tyson Moon is ass naked in all his glory about five feet away. No, seriously, what did I do to deserve this?
Fuck, does he have a nice body.
At least the last time I saw it at the river, it was only everything above his hips. It would seem the rest of him definitely matches the top half.
Ugh, I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.
He’s definitely fucking with me, probably.
After Tyson finishes his bath, I finish toweling off, and we both get settled into bed. I make sure this time there’s something between us so I don’t end up on top of him like I’ve been doing. That shit is super embarrassing, and I’m glad he never knows about it since I always wake up first.
“We’ll head out for the quest in the morning if you’re ready,” Tyson says into the dark room.
“Yeah, I’m down,” he hums in response.
Afterwards, the room is dead silent. The only thing I can hear is both of us breathing softly. Until my eyes feel heavy and I fall under.
* * *
My skin feels sticky as I writhe around.
The big warm figure above me that I can’t quite make out fully is licking a long, wet strip up my neck, making me moan.
He comes back around to my lips to kiss me, and it’s so hungry, I feel dizzy.
He grips my thighs, pulling them back a little before rubbing his erection against mine, and the friction is so delicious, my body shocks itself awake, my eyes springing open, blinking fast to adjust to the darkness.
The only thing I can hear is my own panting when I fully come to; my eyes widen when I look over and see Tyson staring directly at me.
“Having a nice dream?” He chuckles.
I’m going to fucking die.
I’m going to go to the map tomorrow and jump into a pile of whatever monsters we’re fighting there and let them take me.
“Why are you watching me, you creep?”
“I wasn’t. You woke me up with all your moaning and whimpering.” Tyson smirks. “Who were you dreaming about?” His voice sounds so heavy; it’s laced with something I can’t quite name right now in my lust-filled haze.
“I wasn’t dreaming about anyone!” I snap.
“Was it Zero?”
“You’re such…”
“I know, I know, a fucking asshole,” Tyson whispers into my ear. My body freezes, but my heart is beating like it’s trying to escape my ribcage.
“Look at you though, you look like you could use a hand,” he says, his eyes flicking to my obvious erection, and I try to suck in a breath.
“What are you talking about?” I mumble.
Tyson suddenly pulls me closer to his chest before turning my entire body around so I’m facing away from him. And I just let him.
Holy shit. He’s strong.
I should be fucking pissed at him manhandling me like this.
But I’m not?
“What … What are you doing!?”
“Helping you so we can both sleep, we’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he says, his breath hot over the shell of my ear.
“Tyson…”
“Shh … Don’t say a word.”
It’s the last thing he says before his hand leaves a trail of heat in its journey past the band of my night pants.
I arch my back as soon as I feel his fist, tight around my erection.
My breathing picks up, and I whimper as Tyson begins to give me a handjob.
I haven’t been touched in so long, I’m probably going to cum after just a few passes.
Especially with the way I can feel him at my back. His erection resting against my ass.
He’s so fucking hard.
“So this is how I get you to behave, huh?” Tyson growls, kissing the back of my neck.
“Shut. Up. And don’t kiss me!” I grit out, trying not to think about whose hand is in my pants right now.
“Mmm … be good, or Daddy will stop taking care of you,” he says, slowing his motion down a little, teasing me. I must be losing my fucking mind. I really have to be, as I suck in a breath when his warm palm grips lightly around my neck. My mind hates what he’s doing to me, but my body loves it.
I writhe in his arms, whining, “Okay, okay, please just don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“Yeah? I really, really like this Rohan.”
Tyson keeps pumping me and starts to thrust his hard dick against my ass. Feels so good, from the front and the back. The way his breath is hot and fanning over my ear. Driving me insane. My moans echo throughout our dark room. I almost wish I could see his face right now.
But I know I’d regret it in the morning, so this is best.
He flicks his wrist, tightening his hand around my dick, and I choke out a strangled moan before cumming in his hand. That’s got to be the fastest I’ve ever cum.
“There we go, now we can get a good night’s sleep,” Tyson whispers.
“I was already sleeping fine before. You just wanted to touch me,” I mumble.
“Right, cause you definitely weren’t practically grinding on me in your sleep.” Tyson lets out a breathy laugh.
“I was not!”
“How would you know?” he says into my ear.
“You’re ruining my high right now. It’s bad enough what we just did. Just go to sleep,” I groan.
“Alright, but one more question before that.”
“What is it now?” I sigh, letting my back rest against his chest. He’s already given me a full-blown hand job, might as well go all the way into insanity, I guess. When we’re out of this fucking game, I’m going to have to scrub my mind, though, and my dick.
“What did you major in at uni?”
“Really, Ty? Right now?”
“Yes, right now,” he drawls.
“Well, how about it’s your turn, since you got me drunk last time,” I say.
“My turn for what?”
“I don’t know, I told you something, now you tell me something.”
“Don’t really have anything to tell.”
“Oh, right, cause you’re literally Mr. Perfect,” I scoff.
“I’m not.”
“Okay. So tell me something.”
“I don’t know. I guess my dad kinda sucks,” Tyson says, his voice low and unsteady. I don’t think I was expecting that. I mean, he never really talks about his family even in interviews, but I just assumed maybe he wanted to keep shit private.
“How?” I press.
“He wants me to take over the family business.”
“Ah, and let me guess … You don’t wanna do that? Poor rich kid wants to go out and live his real dreams?” I roll my eyes.
“The poor rich kid who just made you cum?”
“Tyson! Shut up about that!” I say, trying to elbow him, but he catches it.
“Alright, so stop being a little jerk when you’re the one who asked for me to tell you something.”
“Okay. And then what? What do you really want to do?”
“I want to work in gaming. Not like what we do now competitively. I want to work behind the scenes. Engineering the games.”
“Oh yeah?” I say, trying not to sound too interested.
“Yeah, so I pretty much had to beg my dad to let me work at my uncle’s company. I had to go through the same hiring process as everyone else, but … I got it. My dad wasn’t so happy about that. Said I could do it as experience but … yeah. Eventually, I want to start my own company though.”
His uncle owns a gaming company, and his family is basically rich. So, why did he need to come into Seeker and take my fucking spot?
Of course he has it all.
“Which … company is it?” I breathe out.
“That my uncle owns? Riserr. Do you know it?”
“Obviously,” I bite out.
The silence between us thickens, and I’m so glad Tyson can’t see the face I’m probably making. My blood feels hot and not in the sexy way like just a few moments ago before he ruined it.
“I was only asking about your degree because maybe I could help you get in. I think you’d do well. You’re so…”
“I’m fine where I am.”
I almost want to take the pillow from under our heads and smother him with it, but that wouldn’t be so good, would it? So instead I try to act like he didn’t just say that shit to me and snap my eyes shut. Sleep needs to come sooner so I can get closer to getting the fuck out of here.
Away from him.
“You’re so prideful, you know that?” he keeps going.
“And you’re not?!” I snap back, finally turning over to face him, and he’s just wearing that stupid expression. Bored and indifferent like he couldn’t care less.
“I am, but I know when to ask for help at least.”
“I don’t need your fucking help, Ty,” I grit out.
“Fine. I don’t know why even fucking try with you,” Tyson says before turning away from me. Which makes me even hotter, and I definitely envision smothering him for sure.
I can’t believe I let him touch me.