MIDNIGHT DAYDREAM

Chapter 17

Certainly not a fluff like I planned, but, welp, happy reading.
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Kim finds Chay in the library, reading a manga so seriously that he doesn't care about his surroundings. He wears shorts that riddles up with the way he lays. Manga books and magazines are scattered around him. Big bows out when he sees Kim, leaving the two of them alone.

He opens up Chay's leg, making the younger jump out of surprise, and plops himself on Chay's body. His chin rests on Chay's chest.

He looks effortlessly calm and collected, so opposite to the way his heart is thumping out of his cage.

Chay has abandoned the manga, his fingers now are brushing the silky strands of Kim's hair. "Tired?"

"More like stress out. All business talks are making my head spin in more than three directions at once."

Chay laughs softly. "Poor baby," he says soothingly. Now he is massaging the crest between Kim's eyes. Kim hums his approval. He can feel his tiredness seeps out of his body.

This is all he needs after a long day of work. His lover is in his arms, doing simple but happy things. They sit like that for a while, enjoying the presence of each other. Chay continues to massage the stress out of Kim until he finds his lover completely relaxed on him. Kim's eyes are closed and his chest sometimes rumbles with satisfied sighs.

"Cau got a Ducati bike," Chay begins a small talk, just to fill the air out of something. The comfortable quietness is making him sleepy.

"Vegas or Pete?" His voice is mumbled as he buries his face in Chay's chest.

Chay shakes his head. "Neither. Some guy named Kai or Boss."

"Oh, that guy," Kim supports a big grin. "Vegas must have a headache now."

"Is he that bad?" Kim's hair is so soft like a baby's. How can a man's hair be this soft? Chay wonders as he gives notes to himself to steal whatever shampoo and conditioners his man is using.

Kim cocks his head. "Well, he's like one piece of the same pie as Vegas before Pete. So you figure that out yourself."

"I don't know P'Vegas before P'Pete."

Kim was silent for a while. "Shortly they were, well some still are, man whores. Their clique likes to have all kinds of parties. Drug party, booze party, sex party, all those parties mixed into one. That guy you mention likes that kind of stuff a little more wild than the rest."

The way Kim said stuff, makes Chay blurts out, "BDSM stuff?"

Kim's eyes open wide and zeroing on Chay. "How do you know that?"

Porchay shifts under Kim uncomfortably. But that too is a wrong move because now his foot brushes Kim's lower part. "Don't move around like that, Baby," Kim scolds him lightly. "Answer my question."

"I've seen ...," Kim's face doesn't look so good upon hearing that, "their bedroom."

"In what occasion?"

Chay quickly says, "Accidentally. I thought that was Cau's room. And Cau explained and showed me what that was." He says with each syllable quieter than the previous one.

"And how did you feel about that? Were you interested?"

Chay quickly shakes his head. To be honest, it looks very painful. Maybe the lighter stuff is ok, but ...

Kim hums and gives him a downward smile of understanding. Maybe for now vanilla is ok, but later when they can explore more things ... Maybe then.

"Macau also said that I was easy. That you need to apologize to me," he says, just to change the subject. "That I should make you grovel more and kiss the ground that I walk."