The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 11: Crossing the Lines

Kai’s P.O.V

His lips were soft…softer than I had anticipated a man’s lips to be.

My first experience in kissing a man…why I was doing this…I didn’t know…

I was trying to comfort him the first time…right? To let him know that I understood the shit he’d been through and that I didn’t judge him for who he was or what he’d been through.

I shouldn’t be bothered by the kiss, right? I was straight…I didn’t…I shouldn’t be affected by the softness of his lips…or the taste of alcohol that still clung to it…but then…why was my heart hammering against my ribcage like a drum?

Why did I find myself pressing my hands to his cheeks to pull his face closer?

There was a second’s interval as Night moved his lips away from mine to kiss my cheek tenderly, before kissing his way down my neck in a soft, slow motion, leaving a trail of tiny kisses down the line of my jaw.

“Kai…” his voice was a breathless purr against my neck as he clamped his lips on to the side of the neck, right where the vein pulsed in tune with my heartbeat.

A shiver ran down my spine at the tone of his voice, making we swallow hard as I looked back up at Night’s lips, pushing him back slightly so I could look at his face.

There was something soft about his facial features that I could only describe as beautiful, but not in a feminine way. It was gentle and delicate…and somehow it called to my protective instincts.

I touched the bruise at the corner of his lips lights, remembering vaguely the man who had been straddling him on the bathroom floor, throwing punches left and right. It had made me forget all reason. All I had remembered was that I needed to get him off of Night…at any cost.

Now, I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with my hands palms down on either side of his head. Even though the side of his lips was slightly bruised, I couldn’t help but lower my head to capture them in my own, feeling the softness of him against my own.

Night’s fingers intertwined at the back of my nape, pulling me closer. His lips pressed harder on mine until I was forced to part them and then he took the opportunity to insert his tongue inside my mouth, pushing back on my tongue until I closed my lips around him, sucking on his tongue before releasing it with a heat of a sound.

Night sucked in a deep breath and when I went on to kiss down the side of his neck, after throwing aside that black chocker he had been wearing; I felt the flutter of his vein against my lips. It was fast and erratic…just like the beat of his heart. Was he scared? Or was he anticipating something?

I don’t know what it was but it felt like falling under a haze of a spell. Maybe it was the alcohol?

Because I need to make sure you don’t use the excuse of this being a ‘drunken mistake’ late on.

No…Night was right…I didn’t want this as a drunken mistake. I was conscious. I was very much conscious as I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it onto the floor. And I was very much conscious as my fingers went on to fumble with buttons of his shirt. But Night’s fingers were there to assist me when I took too long to take off the shirt and with every inch of his porcelain white skin that was revealed; I leaned over to press a kiss to that exposed skin, kissing my way down his chest until I reached the thin trail of hair past his naval.

I looked back up at his face; saw his eyes glazed over with desire, his lips parted in the slightest as he licked them to wet his dry lips.

I was back up and kissing him once again unable to resist the temptation as I cupped his face in my hands, feeling the light stubble forming already. Our lips moved together in sync, like it had always been meant to be this way. We kissed until our lips were bruised and swollen, until there was no breath left in my lungs…but it still felt like I could kiss him for hours.

It wasn’t enough… this wasn’t enough…

But that was when I felt the hardness of his erection rubbing up against my lower abdomen…and reality hit like a bullet through the brain.

Night…was a man.

I was kissing a man…and I enjoyed it…

Fuck!

Breaking the kiss abruptly, I scurried out of the bed, panting heavily as my body tried to get air into my lungs and my mind tried to cope up with what just happened and failed miserably…

Somehow…somewhere…we had just crossed a line…and nothing was ever going to be the same, ever again.

Panic started to set in as my breathing got heavier. I looked around the room helplessly, trying to find something…anything…but I didn’t even understand what I was looking for.

Fuck! Fuck!

I needed to get out…I needed to get out of here right now! I couldn’t do this! I couldn’t stay here and look at his face!

“Kai…” Night’s voice was breathless, his eyes glazed over as he looked up at me.

But I knew that I had gotten too far…crossed lines that I hadn't wanted to cross. Fuck!

“I’ll sleep over at Cole’s place.” I finally got the words out, past the lump forming in my throat, leaving Night with a confused expression on his face as I turned around to pick up the shirt I had discarded earlier.

Pulling on the shirt, I ran a hand through my hair before grabbing my wallet and phone from the table beside the door along with my keys and then I was out of the door within the next few seconds and heading straight to the elevator.

Screw staying over at Cole’s. He lived on the same floor of the dormitory and I didn’t want to be here right now. So I took out my phone and started dialing Devon’s number. But when he didn’t pick up his phone, even after I had called him several times, I had to think about what I wanted to do for the rest of the night.

“Fuck! FUCK!” I whispered to myself, running my hands through my hair in frustration. What the fuck had I done? What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

When I reached the ground floor, all I could do was aimlessly look around the deserted hallways, trying to find a way to sort out all the emotions running through my head, but even I knew that the only thing I was doing was running away from my problems.

So I did the only thing I could think of…I decided to go home for the weekend, back to my parent’s house and away from Night…until I could once again start to think straight.

Little did I know…nothing was ever going to be the same. Because some lines…once they’re crossed…there’s no coming back from them.