Kai #3
Pulling the blanket away from his face, he scrunches his nose as the light hits him. “Sleepy, no wake up. No talk. Sleepin’,” He mumbles, holding tighter to my side.
Lightly tickling his side, I pull the blanket from him as he squirms away from my fingers. The blanket slips down further, exposing his bare torso and I say, “Come on Darlin’, we’ll nap later.”
Groaning, he stretches causing his abs to ripple. Licking my lips, I force myself to focus, thinking, ‘No Dax, talk first then you can lick those. Focus! Need to talk first.’
Opening his eyes, he looks at me, a slight shock showing for a split second on his face before transforming into a questioning look as our eyes lock.
“Not a dream. You’re still here,” Kai mutters in disbelief, sitting up to stretch again.
He leans over to give me a chaste kiss, “Thank you. I really needed that.”
Kai gets up and walks to his bag, bending over to grab his pack of cigarettes. He paused to light one on the way back to bed, asking, “What do we need to talk about?” as he settles back into my side and passes the cigarette to me.
Watching him move around the room is surreal, I’ve missed just having him in my space. ‘We can talk later. Now that he’s awake, I really want somethin’ else. I wanna kiss and touch him everywhere. I just wanna feel that closeness,’ I think as I take the cigarette from him.
Kai’s playing with the fingers on my hand as we finish smoking.
Tossing the spent butt across the room, I reach over, tipping his face up to mine and lean down to kiss him.
He gasps lightly and I deepen the kiss, shifting to hover over him so I can kiss down his chin to his neck.
Pausing to suck on his Adam's apple, dragging a strangled mewl from him as his grip tightens on my hand and his thumb traces my dice tattoo.
Lifting my head, I look him in the eye as I lay back, tugging at his hand to pull him on top of me.
Bracing himself on his hands, “Baby, not that I’m complainin’ about this…like, ah, at all…but you said we needed ta talk. So what are we doin’? Talkin’ or kissin’?” Kai asks, curiosity in his tone as he hovers over me.
Smiling softly, I lean up and say, “Kiss now, talk later,” against warm freckled skin as I kiss the dip by his collar bone.
Tossing his head back with a laugh, he settles over me, sliding a hand to cup my cheek, he pulls me in for another toe-curling kiss.
I feel his cock harden against me as I nip his lip and I smirk as I feel it twitch against my hip.
I shudder as he rolls his hips, rubbing his cock against mine.
He rolls sideways, taking me with him. I laugh, reaching down between us to stroke him over his sweatpants and like a couple of kids we get lost in the feelings of kissing and touching, making up for lost time and reconnecting.
So lost in the feelings elicited by our teenage makeout session, I missed when his hand slid beneath my sweats and wrapped around my cock.
With his lips on mine, hand slowly stroking me from root to tip, I can’t think and the voices in my head go silent.
Giving up on forming any thoughts, I fall into the feelings and let go, knowing he would catch me.
Minutes later, through moans and sweet kisses, we tumbled over the edge and pulled away with sticky, cum covered hands. Keeping eye contact with Kai, I brought his hand to my mouth, licking his hand clean. I watched him do the same as I sucked each finger, not leaving a single drop behind.
Pulling off his hand with a pop, he leans in for a kiss. Smiling into the kiss I moan at the flavor of our combined tastes. Dropping back onto the bed, Kai’s head finds my chest and my fingers slip into his hair.
“Whatcha wanna talk about, Baby?” Kai asks as we catch our breath, his fingers tracing circles in the light dusting of hair on my chest.
Kai
“Whatcha gonna do about school, Kitten?”he asks as we lay there basking in each other.
I grumble under my breath about Zak, feeling Dax’s hand tighten in my hair, pulling my head up to look at him as he says, “I’m askin’, no one else. What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”
I roll my eyes, earning a cocked eyebrow attached to a stern look from him, “Non-negotitable, Darlin’. Whatcha thinkin’ about for a career?” he asks, his grip loosening as I shift to sit up.
With a heavy sigh, I tell him, “I have an idea but I’m not sure if you’re gonna like it, hell I don’t know if I’d even be good at it.”
Sucking his teeth, Dax wraps his arm around me, pulling me back into him as he says, “Hit me with it, you’ll never know if we don’t talk about it.”
Sitting back up, I shift around to sit in front of him, our knees touching as we sit criss-cross on the bed. He places a hand on my knee, squeezing to reassure me, “I think I wanna go into social work,” I say, looking down at his hand, afraid to see his reaction.
“Social work? Really? That's what you’re worried about tellin’ me? Why?” Dax asks, confused by my hesitation to tell him this.
“Honestly? I was thinkin’ ‘bout us and our lives and how different it could’ve been if someone had stepped in and helped us.
Way before Zak showed up. Thinkin’ how Mel might not have had to deal with the things your dad did had someone been payin’ attention.
Maybe you wouldn’t be here,” I ramble on and watch Dax shift to lean back.
Uncrossing his legs, he spreads them, pointing at the space between his legs, telling me without words to settle in my spot.
I scramble to my favorite place and he wraps his arms around me, hand stroking my chest as he says, “I think that’s a perfect place for you to be. Any kid you work with would be lucky to have you in their corner.”
I swallow, “So you’re okay with that?” I ask, staring at the empty wall in front of me.
“Yeah, Love. I think you’d be great at it and it’d be a good fit for ya. I’m behind you on this. You know what school you wanna go to?” Dax asks, lightly tracing a finger tip around my nipple.
“There are a few options with courses in social work. I’m gonna into it this week, I’ll let ya know next weekend what I decide,” I say, tilting my head back to look up at him, “What about you?”
It’s Dax’s turn to roll his eyes at the question, I chuckle as he says, “Right now I’m just focused on getting a GED. Not sure what’s next when I get out. I know I’ll have to get a job, but I'm thinking it’ll be nothin’ too fancy for me.”
Smiling softly, I cup his face, bringing his eyes to meet mine, “I’m not sure it can happen, but, maybe I can talk to my boss for you.”
“You want me to take your job?” Dax asks, confused.
I chuckle, “No. I meant doin’ tattoos. He’s always lookin’ at your drawings. He’s finishing training a chick right now. Maybe he’ll take you on next?”
Dax scratches his scruffy chin, shrugs and says, “We’ll see. Sounds like a cool job. Maybe I’d be good at it.”
Stretching up, I place a quick pecking kiss on his cheek. Settling back in to my favorite place to be, I grin. “Hey,” I whisper, “did we just have a ‘planning our future’ conversation? We gonna talk about kids and houses in the suburbs, next?” I ask playfully.
Dax laughs, “Slow down, Kitten. We still gotta get me home. But, no kids. I’m not leavin’ the city. The apartment looks cozy, at least from the pictures you sent me. We’ll be happy there for a long time. And if I do get hired at Slavic Skin, the commute to work is perfect.”
Hiding the slight pang when he said ‘no kids’, I snuggle back into his chest, saying, “I know, Baby. Was just jokin’.”
We lay together in the silence for a bit until Dax broke it, “Tell me what’s goin’ on out there? Talk to Dani recently? Mel? Gimme somethin’.”
Thinking over the conversations I’ve had with everyone recently, I fill him in on what I know. “Mel’s doin’ good. She doesn’t think she’ll make it home for the holidays this year. But the Jacksons did offer her some good money to stay and help them.”
Dax shook his head, sighing as he says, “I mean, I miss her, but I think it’s best that she stays away, until Mack is no longer an issue. Safer for her that way.”
“Yeah. It’s probably for the best. Even if we miss her, at least she’s safe,” I say, nodding against his chest and I continue filling him in on everyone.
“Seb’s worried about Dani. He stopped by the shop the other day with Bre, Dani’s baby, said Dani was actin’ weird.
He’s been keepin’ the baby while Diane’s at work.
Dani’s showing no interest in Bre and we’re all worried about what’s goin’ on with her. ”
“Have you talked to her?” Dax asks.
“I tried. She won’t answer my calls, barely texts back and Diane said that when she is around, as soon as she gets home, Dani takes off. No one even knows if she’s with Jason still or if Jason is the cause of her behavior,” I answer, squeezing Dax’s hand.
Returning the squeeze, Dax tries to soothe my worry, saying, “It’ll work itself out, Darlin’. Now, what else did you bring to eat besides cake?” he asks, tonguing the corner of his mouth. Chuckling, I drag myself from the comfort of his arms to grab my bag and the cake.
We spend the next few hours snacking, fucking, eating cake and catching up.
All too soon it’s time for bed. ‘Won’t be long ‘til I hafta leave,’ I think sadly.
Looking over I smile softly as I watch Dax slip my discarded hoodie on while he finishes getting ready and crawls into bed wrapping around me.
It seems like we had just curled up together when we’re woken up by Cas banging on the room door, saying, “Time to get moving boys.”
Groaning as we stretch and get straightened out.
Dax slips the hoodie off, handing it back to me as we say goodbye.
Taking it from me, I inhale his scent as I pull it on.
Wrapping my hand around his arm, I drag Dax to me as he zips his jumpsuit, kissing him deeply, savoring every moment I have left.
‘I’m not ready to leave him again,’ I think, dragged from the thought by Dax squeezing my hand as Cas opens the door.
“I love you, Kitten. Call ya later. Thanks for makin’ my birthday special,” he says, smiling softly as I grab my duffle bag and step towards the door.
Pausing, I turn and walk back to him cupping his face as I lean in to say, “I love you too, Khayos. Lookin’ forward to it.” Turning to face Cas I see Zak leaned against the wall, flicking that damn toothpick around between his teeth.
Stepping out of the room, leaving behind my entire future, “Let’s go, I have appointments to set up. Checkin’ out schools for social work programs,” I say with a grin as Zak smiles, turning to follow me to the exit.