Capture The Moment (boyxboy)

Chapter 23: No rules

"You might not like what you see."

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"Did you hear me?" Clark prompts. "I said..."

Roshan takes his wine yet again to his lips. It's not that he didn't just hear what Clark had just said. He was now wondering whether to act upon the words.

"I know what you said Clark...is that the real reason you came over?" Roshan didn't want to ask that question, but he all of a sudden felt like this was some kind of trap.

"Look at me Roshan!" Clark holds his arms out as if to demonstrate the obvious. "Old socks, looking a mess. "Yeah I really planned this. I thought, Oh I know, what will I wear to seduce the chef? I know. These clothes."

"Ok, I get your point." Roshan interrupts. "I'm sorry."

"However, you... Mr fancy robes..." Clark raises an eyebrow at the dressing gown wrapped around Roshan.

"And here we are again." Roshan smiles.

"Yeah. Here we are." Clark says, scooching forwards a little more. He leans over, reaching for the glass of wine in Roshan's grasp, taking it and placing it on the table next to his own. He looks back at Roshan, who is watching every move Clark is making. He leans into Roshan, just a little, with Roshan finding himself leaning back a fraction, with the leather of the sofa squeaking at the shift of their weight.

Clark looks into Roshan's eyes. They look excitable, apprehensive, anticipating. All the things Clark was feeling inside. He leans in a fraction more, noses barely touching, just before Roshan utters the words under his breath... "No rules."

Clark smiles. "No rules." He replies, his voice just above a whisper as their eyes slowly close and their lips connect. He leans over Roshan a little more, making the chef lay further back into the leather cushions. His legs slowly part, making way for Clark's body to nestle inbetween.

One of Clarke's hands makes its way to Roshan's jaw, cupping it lightly to steady the sensual kisses being placed upon Roshan's lips. Clark feels two hands find their way around his back, delving inside the fabric of his knitted sweater, the skin beneath feeling smooth and soft.

"Mmmm." Clark hums as the hands of the chef tickle at the touch. He pulls away from the kiss, sitting up and momentarily getting off as he pulls the sweater over his head, leaving a plain blue t-shirt underneath. It gets discarded on the cream carpet. He then straddles Roshan's hips on his return.

Roshan brings his hands around to Clark's hips, resting them on the denim fabric. "And the t-shirt please." He complains.

"No, it's your turn next." Clark smirks, as he pulls at the knot on the belt of Roshan dressing gown. Soon the fastening is released and Clark is peeling back the fabric, like unwrapping a present. His eyes rake down Roshan's pyjama clad body, the fine woven cotton leaving nowhere for Roshan's arousing body to hide. Clark notices the strain against the fabric by Roshan's crotch beginning to form. He takes a hand, gliding his fingertips over the top, causing what lay beneath to twitch ever so slightly.

"Don't tease." Roshan hums as he takes a hand to Clark's wrist pulling it away. "Just take off your t-shirt. I wanna see."

Clark, pauses, a moment of hesitation filling his thoughts of what Roshan was asking of him.

"What's the matter?" Roshan questions, picking up on the nervousness Clark was displaying.

"I might not be what you're expecting, you might not like what you see." He begins, subconsciously pulling at the hem of his top.

"What, do you have a third nipple or something?" Roshan laughs, but soon straightens his face, when Clark doesn't match the laughter.  "Hey it's fine if you do, I was just joking."

"It's not that, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"You're not wrong that I do eat a lot of fried chicken." Clark smiles as he looks down.

Roshan now sits up a little on his elbows. "So you have a bit of excess around your waist. So what?" Just take off your bloody t-shirt before I tear it off!"

Clark now begins to pull his t-shirt over his head, causing his mid brown and usually tidy hair to mess up. He lets it drop on the floor alongside his sweater.  Roshan smiles at the bare torso before him, taking in the soft stomach which was by no means unattractive. "You worry over nothing." Roshan utters as he takes his hands and reaches forwards to touch the undefined torso.

"I don't work out, I know I should." Clark confesses, again feeling a little subconscious.

"You don't have to." Roshan reassures. "Well only if you want to."

Clark smiles, the words again giving him the confidence to push forwards. He again cages Roshan below him. "Undo your buttons for me." Clark requests, with Roshan obliging, popping open the buttons on his pyjama top one at a time.  Clark watches on as more tanned skin is slowly revealed. Roshan's chest rises and falls as the arousal once again builds as the last button is undone...