[Tin x Can] If Only I Could Trust

Chapter 3: Part 2

AUTHOR NOTE WARNING: TURN YOUR INNOCENT EYES AWAY NOW  LOL

Once his shower was done, Can rushed towards the bed at lighting speed and jumped on it. It was almost a cannonball. This guy was crazy. I chuckled again as I watched him do snow angels in the middle of my bed. He looked like he was in heaven. My neat bed was now in disarray.

I stared him down as he fluffed my pillows and tossed them around, one of them accidentally hitting me in the cheek. He smiled apologetically and there it was again. Thump-thump. I absentmindedly rubbed my chest over my heart. Damn, did I really love him or something? With no one have I ever felt this way.

After tiring himself out, he lay there on his back, eyes closed, content, and seeping into the plush softness of my mattress. I took the time to truly look at Can. He seemed to be shorter than I a couple inches. He was so white. His skin was pale despite how much time I'm sure he spent in the sun. His face was well proportioned even though his nose was slightly wider than mine. His eyelashes were long and feathery against his cheek. He had what I would call a babyface.

My eyes traveled down to his lips. Thump-thump-thump. They were so full and still slightly puffy from my kiss earlier. I swallowed hard when I noticed the rest of him and how my clothes fit him nicely. He was actually muscular while looking soft at the same time. I wasn't sure how that happened but it further fanned my desire for him. My shirt he was wearing rode up at the waist, showing me some of his toned stomach. His legs were muscular, not badly, but enough to show that he was in some kind of sports.

'Tin... why are you looking at me like that?' His eyes were opened now, watching me curiously. Why, Can? I don't even know myself, I thought. I just want you like I've never wanted a woman right now. How could I even explain this to him or to myself? He was everything I ever despised before and still despise. It's just him, it's just him that I want.

Before I realized my actions, I was over Can. His mouth parted as if he was going to say something but my lips devoured his words. His mouth was yielding again but I wanted him to return the kiss. He lay there not responding as usual. I deepened the kiss, but still nothing. He didn't fight me this time at least.

Can's eyes had a surprised took to them when I pulled away. His lips were wet from my kiss and his cheeks had a slight pink tint to them. His eyes were hooded as he stared at me. I could tell that he was also processing his feelings.

His chest rose and fell quickly with a slight nervousness I could understand. I felt the same way. I tilted my head down, closer to his lips, tentatively touching them once more. My heart began to race this time and I gasped, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

Backing off again, I stared at his face trying to read it. Can was silent.

'Kiss me.' My head was buzzing with desire.

"Tin...' was all he could say but it was different to my ears. Breathless, wanton, and needy.

My mouth crashed down onto his with a slight abandon. This time he slowly gave me what I wanted. His resistance faded away and his hand grasped my shirt when he finally kissed me back. I twirled my tongue with his, smothering his groan. I was trying to reign myself in but I couldn't. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and nibbled it slightly. I was starting to get hard.

At least I wasn't the only one. I felt Can's member against my stomach twitching. A strong wave of want crashed into my gut. Whatever was going to happen next, I would just have to accept. I shifted my hips, brushing my cock against his, allowing more friction to us both. He gasped against my lips and shuddered beneath me.

'Ahh...' His hands tightened even more at my shirt. His body responded to everything I was doing. 'Tin, do it again...do it again Tin. Now.'

I couldn't handle his begging and I lifted my head to watch his face as I grinded into him in repetition. His shaky breath released in puffs, his hips shifting eagerly with mine. I pushed my old shirt up his body, uncovering his chest. The two tiny nubs there stood up against his chest. Would it feel the same for him, like it would for a woman?