My Summer

Chapter 8 Fated Pair?

Vegas and Pete just stared at each other. Neither of them wanted to make a move. It felt like time had stopped. Pete could feel his heart pounding. Vegas, on the other hand, kept his gaze fixed on Pete. It seemed like he was searching for something deep within Pete that he couldn't quite understand.

"A-a-achoo!" Pete sneezed due to the cold inside the bathroom. His clothes were already wet from the shower that had been hitting him earlier.

Vegas smiled, or rather sneered.

"Come here," Vegas ordered as he removed Pete's clothes. He quickly took off Pete's upper and lower garments, leaving him only in his boxers.

Pete just watched Vegas as he undressed him. He was still in a daze and surprised by Vegas' actions. Vegas treated him as if he were invisible before. Vegas was more focused on his partner, Oak.

Vegas pulled Pete towards the front of the shower and personally bathed him. He took the shampoo and applied it to Pete's hair. He even massaged it several times, calming Pete's nerves as it felt soothing.

After that, he started to lather Pete's entire body. Pete was surprised when Vegas touched his buttocks. He lingered there for a few minutes, causing Pete to look at Vegas, who was already gazing at him at that moment. No words were spoken between them, but their eyes clearly communicated their desires.

Vegas immediately kissed Pete. Pete didn't hesitate and let the warmth of his body and the fast beating of his heart take over, long-awaited for Vegas' love.

Vegas pushed Pete against the wall and deepened the kiss, showing eagerness. Using his tongue, it felt as if he was sucking Pete's soul out while his right hand traveled to his chest, playing with his nipple. His left hand held Pete's neck to intensify their kiss. Pete moaned at Vegas' actions.

"V-Vegas, ahh," Pete moaned, seemingly melting in pleasure from what Vegas was doing. Vegas didn't stop and continued to kiss Pete passionately. He opened the shower while their lips remained locked.

Pete felt like he was drowning, so he pushed Vegas away several times to pause their actions because he was running out of breath, but Vegas didn't stop. He held Pete's buttocks and lifted him.

Pete was surprised and clung to Vegas. Vegas stopped the intense kiss and looked at Pete.

"Pete," he said in his huskiest voice. Pete blushed and completely softened in Vegas' arms.

In that position, Pete pulled Vegas' head and kissed him deeply, hotly, and intensely. He even bit Vegas' ear and whispered,

"Try me."

Pete's POV

I ran my fingers through Vegas' hair at the back while he was still carrying me. He now had a grip on my buttocks, caressing it. I could feel the size and hardness of his cock pressing against my abdomen.

I could sense that Vegas also wanted what we were doing. I could feel that he desired me, or my body. Either way, I know he finally wants me. I smiled at the thought.

Is it wrong for me to think that? Is it wrong that I now have the man who has long made my heart race in my grasp?

In moments like this, I can't help but give everything to Vegas. But deep down, I know that this is only temporary.

Vegas laid me down on the bed. He tied my hands again to the headboard of the bed. One hand was tied to the right, and the other was tied to the left. He took both of my legs and placed them on his shoulders.

He still had the fierce gaze of a tiger ready to pounce on his prey now.

He raised his hand and placed it on my eyes, then to my nose, chest, and belly button, then down to my entrance. He played with it repeatedly until he inserted his finger.