Fall For Me

IX. No More, Please

Nine

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. He couldn't stop thinking about the damn kiss. He shouldn't have agreed to it. It's against all the restrictions he placed on himself. He couldn't even distance himself from Joong because he's actually an honest-to-God good friend. They could even be bestfriends. But the kiss broke all those restrictions. Joong didn't even make a sound and reasonable argument about it but he ended up agreeing anyway.

The kiss though. If they practice till the scheduled day of filming, that'll be almost 6 days. That's a total of six kisses. He did agree on a kiss per day but he'll go insane thinking about it everyday till next week. He'll go crazy anticipating and worrying about it.

After Joong went home that day, Nine couldn't sleep. It was a real kiss with no meaning and yet he could still feel it till morning. He decided he can't do it for the next six days.

"What are you thinking P'Nine? You've been staring into empty space for three minutes now. Are you sick?" Joong checked his temperature like a worried mother hen.

"No, I'm not sick. Joong... let's stop the kissing practice," he said.

"Up to you. I was the one who asked you anyway. If you're not up to it then I can just continue watching Youtube. On one condition though," Joong said.

There'll always be something in return. It's Joong after all. The kid always wants something from him and he always ends up complying.

"What kind of a condition is it?" he asked curious of what might Joong ask of him. There isn't much money on him now so he can't treat the kid to something fancy. Joong has expensive taste probably because he lived abroad.

"Let me kiss you for as long as I want today and I won't ask for more," Joong requested. He looked determined. Should that be a red flag?

"I'm not negotiating," he said sternly. He deliberately spoke in a low voice to project his final decision on the matter.

Joong on the other hand doesn't seem to care much. He still insisted. Joong persuaded him for an entire thirty minutes. It was so exhausting listening to Joong rant and rant so he decided might as well end it today and shut Joong up.

"Fine! I'll do it! Happy now?" he finally said in surrender.

Joong, try as he might, pretended not to be unexcited but Nine could see the spark in his eyes and the intensity of his gaze that he had fuckin waited for this to happen. He should have just used some earplugs. He'd rather risk his ears bleed from Joong ranting all day rather than risk his heart thumping wildly because of the damn kisses.

Why? Despite all his denial, why did he still agree to this ridiculous arrangement? He knows that Joong is just itching to kiss him and yet why did he go along with it?

With great reluctance he brushed his teeth and chewed breath mints in preparation for an hour or more of kissing. Bacteria is a real thing after all.

"How are we doing this?" he asked Joong who's more than willing to lead him to the bed.

He would have protested if Joong's grip hadn't been too tight, afraid he might back out. In truth though, if he had any leeway he would run as fast as he could and played 'tag' with Joong instead. But that's moot now since he's lying on the bed trapped by Joong's body.

"You do know that we could do this sitting down?" he commented to Joong.

"I wouldn't want your legs to buckle under you. It'll be more comfortable for you if we do it this way," said Joong. That was the most unconvincing statement ever but he's tired of fighting off Joong.

If he really didn't want this for a little bit then he would have fought hell and earth not to be in this kind of situation. He's tired of wondering. He wants to know himself what it is about Joong that he couldn't say no. He wants the butterflies in his stomach to go away.

This, whatever it is, can be nipped in the bud. He's just confused, that's all. This is nothing. They've kissed before and he can do it again. He was probably just surprised yesterday or whatever vodoo that Joong casted on him. They're actors. He can just visualize eating a dumpling. Easy.

"P'Nine. Close your eyes," Joong requested or more like ordered him to. The nerve of this kid.

"Shut up. I know what to do," he blurted.

Joong unceremoniously open-mouthed kissed him. He should have at least given a warning. Brushing his teeth didn't do much with Joong's onslaught of tongue and saliva.

It's so sloppy he could choke on the amount of fluids entering his mouth. What is Joong doing? Spitting saliva to his mouth?

"Hmmmf stop!" he wanted to slap Joong. He isn't a clean freak but any normal person would gag with the amount of saliva he swallowed.

"Sorry P. I did say it would take a lot of time to practice," Joong apologized and wiped some of the drool dripping down Nine's dchin.

" Swallow first before you kiss me, please. I was almost drowning," he complained.

Joong tried again the second time and he improved by a mile. He suddenly became a pro? Or did he deliberately lie that he needed practice?

The third time was even better. The fourth time felt like heaven. The subsequent ones were soul-splitting. Joong even made him moan for the first-fucking-time.

Next thing he knew, his arms were already around Joong's neck and actively participating. He couldn't breathe and his mind was swirling.

Wasn't he supposed to show Joong how its done? But what is happening? This isn't practice anymore. He didn't even think of a dumpling for a second. The taste and texture of Joong doesn't even remotely resemble a dumpling. It's all Joong.

The breath they exchanged. The warmth and large expanse of Joong's body on top of him. Joong's warm hands inside his shirt massaging his stomach and sides sending tendrils of fire to his heart.

"Joong...no m-more. P-Please?" he begged when they finally separated for a second.

His voice became hoarse and his throat parched. His lips are swollen and his heart is racing. He needs to stop. This needs to stop.

He'll drown for real. He should have known that taking Joong in small doses was better than having Joong in flashfloods. He thought he would have the time to build a dam to prevent all this feelings from rushing in but now he can't even lift a finger to push Joong away.

His hands are shaking. His heart burning. His soul almost left his body and every touch of Joong's hand upon his face pulled him back as if telling him 'stay here with me and feel me'.

"You're too beautiful like this. In my arms. On the bed. Blushing red and lips chapped. Do you still feel nothing for me P?" Joong asked fingers tracing his jaw making him feel sensations he never felt before.

Nose to nose, chest to chest and his heart beating just as much against Joong's own.

For the first time he examined Joong's face closely; lips just as swollen, eyelashes he didn't notice were this long fluttered and his stomach fluttered in synchrony. He was sure he would feel nothing but that's moot now.

Nine didn't bother answering. This time he kissed Joong on his own.

They kissed.

Kissed again.

Kissed until morning and kissed until his heart finally admitted that he likes Joong.

~TBC~