The Ghost at the end of the Hallway ~ Hyunlix

chapter 11

Hyunjin didn’t resist when Felix moved his face even closer. He couldn’t.
His hand then started wandering, wrapping itself around the younger man’s waist.

A small hand cupped his cheek. A hot breath, smelling of wine, hit his face. His other hand now also took its place on Felix’s waist.

He wanted to speak, but his speech seemed to be taken from him.
His left hand, that had rested on his waist, now slowly moved up. The soft, delicate locks of hair brushed his fingertips.

“Why are you staring?” Felix whispered.
Hyunjin seemed to wake from a trance. “You are too.”
“Then do something to make me stop.” The younger spoke. His voice sounded demanding.

If only he hadn’t done it, maybe he would’ve had more time with him…
But the Fates are and will always be cruel.

He leaned forwards, and the feeling was euphoric.
His soft lips tasted like wine, as expected. It didn’t take him even two seconds to part those push lips with his tongue.

The younger man moved onto his lap. Hyunjin let the hand that he had buried in Felix’s hair glide back to his waist, so he could press him further into his lap.

Felix moved back from the kiss, and it seemed as if the alcohol he had consumed suddenly had an effect on Hyunjin too.
His lips wandered to places it shouldn’t have gone. To his neck, then to his collarbones. He had to slide the shirt off his shoulder to get better access.

Two hands were placed on his chest, making him shiver.
“Your lips are so warm…” Felix whispered, leaning into the touch even further. The elder didn’t respond. That wasn’t possible. His lifeless body held no warmth.

He didn’t remember how he had ended up in Felix’s bed. He didn’t even understand how and why he could touch and shift the sheets. He didn’t understand how Felix could want him.
They might’ve been able to see and touch each other, but they lived in different dimensions. Hyunjin was dead, there was nothing else to get out of that.

A gasp woke him up. He must’ve hit a good spot, he assumed.
“Right there.” Felix moaned as he closed his eyes. Hyunjin obeyed, like he had done when the man told him to take off his clothes. Or like when he had told him to touch him in all the right places.

“Right there?” Hyunjin repeated. Felix’s moans were glorious to listen to, but it couldn’t compare to his pleasure-filled voice.
“Right there!” Felix repeated as well, this time louder. He wrapped his arms behind Hyunjin’s back and pulled him down, closer to his body. He had sought the warmth of a body, of a soul, for a long time, and he had found it at last. Now he wanted it as close as possible.

His hands had travelled back to his toned chest. His skin was hot. How it was possible, he didn’t know. He didn’t care. His mind was much too intoxicated by the alcohol for him to think straight anyway.

“Oh, Felix.” Hyunjin whispered while he sped up. The arch in the younger’s back doubled. He leaned forwards again and kissed him.
“I’m so fucking close.” A mere whisper it was. 
“Just hold on to me.”

He just kept staring at the white ceiling. The sun was already breaking through the shades covering the window in his room.
He remembered everything. Everything.

Yet he couldn’t believe it.
One moment they were… yeah what were they? What were they now?
He didn’t have any answers.

He tightened his grip around the warm body that was also holding onto him. His face pressed harder against the bare chest, forcing him to break eye-contact with the ceiling.
He knew it wasn’t possible, but he liked to convince himself that the heartbeat he heard against his ear wasn't his own but Hyunjin’s.

But that wasn’t possible.
Little did he know it was.

Hyunjin was still sleeping as he got dressed up and packed a bag with some clothes and other necessities. He couldn’t send Hyunjin away, he couldn’t leave the house after all, but he needed some time, so the only thing left to do was just leave for a few days.