Love, Not War (Book 2)

Chapter 58

Felix could tell that they were in a bathroom. His vison was a little hazy and his body felt weird but he could make out a man standing before him, pressing their bodies together. Felix tried to move but his hands were being tightly held behind his back. He could only surrender to the man's voice and his touch. His voice was intoxicating and his touch ignited a kind of hear in his body that he had never ever felt before.

"Stop fighting Felix" the man murmured by Felix's ear, slowly licking the rim and he shivered. "Let it out. Let me hear you"

The voice was deep, his hot breath tickled Felix's ear, making him shiver.

Felix shook his head. "T-This is-this is wrong. W-We're both m-men- Ah! " He was squeezed down there and he trembled, jutting out his hips, as if asking for more. "S-Stop" he whispered.

But the man didn't stop. Instead, he leaned close and captured Felix's lips in a hot searing kiss. Felix's knees went weak and his body sagged in the man's arms.

"Wrong?" He asked in a whisper, running his tongue over Felix's lower lip. Felix could feel the man's hand stroking his length from root to tip. He didn't want it but he also couldn't deny the pleasure that came with it. "There's no such thing when it comes to pleasure Felix. Pleasure doesn't have anything to do with sexuality. You feel what you feel. Whether it's with a man or woman"

He shoved his entire tongue inside Felix's hot wet cavern and devoured every inch of his mouth, leaving Felix a moaning mess.

The man kept stroking and kissing him like he was starved of pleasure and Felix let him do whatever he wanted, drowning himself in a kind of pleasure he had never felt before. It was scary and thrilling at the same time and Felix could feel himself close to cumming. Everything was so intense.

The man squeezed him again and and just when Felix was about to erupt, the loud ringing of the alarm pulled him out of his deep slumber. He woke with a start, drenched in sweat and a certain kind of body fluid which soiled his briefs. He was panting hard and his head ached. There was an incessant banging inside, as if his head was being used as a drum.

"Fuck" he groaned, laying back on the bed and slapping a hand over his face.

Ever since he and Chan did stuff in that locker room, he had been having erotic dreams about a man. He would wake up like this, sweaty and sticky. And the worst thing was that he didn't know who the man was.

He couldn't see the face every time but he had a strong feeling it was Chan. The voice sounded alike and as crazy as it seemed, the touch was the same. The rough skin of his palms, the long slender fingers, his scent...

It's been a few days since he and Chan decided to be a couple and whenever he's around Chan, he feels so comfortable, as if he had known him from long ago. But whenever he asked, they all denied it. Everyone said it was impossible. That he was in a coma for two years. How could he have known Chan?

But then, Felix wondered, if he didn't know him before, why will he be having wet dreams about him? Did he lust for Chan's body so much? Was he that eager to have sex with him?

Felix shook his head. It was impossible. Although the man was super hot, he wasn't eager to spread his legs. He wanted to take things slow and know him better.

When the headache finally subsided, he got up and checked his clock. 10:45 am. Well, he still had time to eat breakfast then go and help Jeongin out at the site. Ever since Felix knew the truth, he had asked Jeongin for an explanation numerous times but Jeongin refused to say a word so they weren't really on talking terms. Still, he went to the site to help out so that Jeongin would see him everyday and feel guilty then spill everything he wanted to know.

Well, his plan would have worked better if Chan didn't miraculously show up from time to time, stealing him away for a date. He was very sure that Chan would go to the site too today but he didn't mind. He loved spending time with Chan.

It just felt right.

He quickly took a bath, put on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt which he tucked into the trousers. He stood in front of the mirror and brushed back his long brown locks, pulling them into a low ponytail. He made a mental note to cut is hair short. He didn't like tying it up all the time.

He opened his bedroom door, about to leave when he suddenly felt a burst of searing pain in his head. "Fuck!" he hissed as he held his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt as if a knife was stabbed into his skull.

The next thing he saw were flashes of blurry images. Images of people he knew. Voices he recognised. He saw himself and his friends. Lisa, Jisung, Jeongin and Rose. They were hanging out as usual. In a restaurant Felix felt he knew very well. They were chatting happily, eating and laughing. Felix felt that the scene was very familiar. As if he had actually lived it.

As the flashes became clearer and clearer, his headache worsened and he sunk to his knees, groaning in pain. They all looked older and they were dressed in their uniform. The most shocking thing was that he had blonde hair. Not the usual golden blonde but white kinda blonde. Platinum blonde. Felix tried to concentrate but he couldn't because his head hurt too much. He remained in that position, holding his head as memories bloomed one by one, merging with the gaps he never knew he had.

By the time the headache stopped and the pain subsided, Felix was drenched in sweat, panting heavily. Like he had ran a marathon. With much difficulty and blurry vision, he went back into his room, peeled off his sweat soaked clothes and made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door and stepped under the shower, setting it to cold.

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