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Let the game begin (Part II of friends with benefits) (lemon)

KRYOZ X SMII7Y
PART II
(Lemon)
=> It shall not become love. Its just their desire of lust. From bestfriends to a bestfriend with whom one can satisfy their needs and desires. Not much of a difference neither will it cause any difference....atleast that's what they thought. The start of a dangerous game which can lead to heartbreak or love...which one will it be?

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The two confused boys reached their floor and now had to separate to get to their own respective rooms.

Before stepping in they just glanced at eachother but left no words.

Jaren was scared to ask John the question. He didn't want to break the friendship and make it awkward. But then he remembered the incident. As it flashed in his mind he felt tingles on his skin and a need to feel that again.
Thats when he decided......

Johnny

Hey....
1.45 am

Hi
1.50 am

About the club..
1.50 am

I am so sorry Jaren,
Idk what got into me....
I know I made you uncomfortable
Please I won't ever do it....
1.50 am

I understand its ok but I have a doubt
Idk how to ask it...
1.51 am

Just ask however it is in your mind
1.51 am

....
Friends with benefits ?
Seen at 1.51 am

It has been 5 mins since jaren send that text yet got no reply. Jaren felt bad and started sobbing in fear that he had ruined everything. After a good 2 minutes jaren realised what was done has been done and there was no use of crying. He got up and walked to the bathroom to shower.
He was quick with his shower and walked straight to his kitchen get some water. He didn't care that he just had a towel covering him and water dripping down his body because he lived alone. He gulped down 2 glasses of water and went to change his clothes.
He decided not to wear any pants and just a shirt. He took the loose t shirt in his hands and walked over to the living room as his hands worked to wear the shirt on himself.
He yawned and went to switch of the lights in the living room. As he was done with that he turned around and he saw something he never expected to see....

John was sitting on his couch leaned back, one leg on another dominating as much space as he could. One hand resting on his floating knee and the other resting on the arm rest. His eyes filled so much emotions staring right into jaren's soul through his eyes, one very strong. Eager. His wet hair loosely hanging on his forehead complimenting his mullet hairstyle.

Jaren stood there still as a stone with wide open eyes and mouth dangling open.

"Jaren" John simply called him out catching jaren out of guard.

Jaren gulped hard and blinked rapidly before hurriedly fixing his half worn shirt and covering his bare thighs.

"Come here, I want to be clear."
John's raspy voice from all the achohol he drank sent shivers down jaren's spine.
Jaren walked slowly at John's command and stood right in front of John who was now sitting on the edge of the sofa.