Threads Of Desire

Heat and Confession

Gemini paced his apartment, his thoughts a tangled mess of guilt, desire, and frustration. Fourth was gone—finally—but the echoes of his teasing smirks, the way his hands felt against Gemini's skin, lingered like a siren's call.

Gemini had spent all day trying to focus on work, on anything that would erase the memory of Fourth's lips and the way he looked tangled in Gemini's sheets. But it was futile. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the city in warm hues of amber and red, Gemini found himself standing at the balcony, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at nothing.

A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He frowned, glancing at the clock. It was late, too late for visitors. He hesitated, setting his glass down before opening the door.

Of course, it was Fourth.

He was leaning against the doorframe, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, his hair disheveled in a way that screamed effortless rebellion. His grin was slow, confident, and maddeningly attractive.

"Miss me?"

Fourth asked, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

Gemini groaned, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing here, Fourth? I thought I made it clear this morning—"

"That you didn't want me here?"

Fourth interrupted, tossing his jacket onto the couch.

"Yeah, you did. But I don't believe you."

Gemini stiffened, crossing his arms.

"You can't just show up whenever you want,"

he said, his tone sharp.

Fourth stepped closer, his grin fading into something softer, more serious.

"Gem,"

he said quietly, his voice a low murmur.

"If you really want me to leave, I'll go. But I don't think that's what you want."

Gemini opened his mouth to argue, but Fourth closed the distance between them, his hands coming to rest on Gemini's shoulders.

"Stop pushing me away,"

Fourth said, his gaze intense.

"I'm not going anywhere. You know that."

Gemini's resolve crumbled under the weight of Fourth's words. He hated how easily Fourth unraveled him, how every wall he built seemed to shatter the moment Fourth looked at him like that—like he was the only thing that mattered.

"Why are you doing this?"

Gemini asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Because you drive me insane,"

Fourth replied, his lips curving into a small, rueful smile.

"And because I know you feel the same way."

Before Gemini could respond, Fourth leaned in, his lips brushing against Gemini's in a kiss that was softer, slower than the ones they'd shared before. It wasn't a challenge or a tease—it was an admission, a surrender.

Gemini let out a shaky breath as Fourth's hands slid down his arms, his touch sending sparks skittering across Gemini's skin.

"This is a bad idea,"

Gemini said, even as his hands found their way to Fourth's waist, pulling him closer.

"Maybe,"