Coloured Me Grey (Book Two)

Chapter 27

* cue evil laughter * I'M ABOUT TO FUCK THEM UP AGAIN MWAHAHAHAHAHA.

The next week Yash grounded me from visiting the studio after classes. We didn't interact much either when he was surrounded by his friends. But I wasn't complaining.

We would meet up right after he was done with the day's work and we chatted a lot, kissed a lot, let our hands wander a lot. We would lay down side by side in the less treaded patches of the campus grounds and watch the sun set. It was an art college. People did weirder shit than that.

"I'll be done by the end of this week," he assured me when I had asked him about his progress. "I'll let you come with me on Friday, then you can gawk at my creation all you want."

Yash rolled flat on his tummy. I glanced sideways to look at him and folded my arms under my head.

"My parents keep wondering why I come home so late nowadays," he said with a small, mischievous smile. "Remember how I used to run home right after I was finished working in the studio?"

"What excuse do you give them?"

"They believe I got the shock of my life trying to cope with History of Art in the first sem, so this time I'm putting in extra hours of history lessons at the library. Pretty smooth, right?"

I snickered and went back to watching the twilight sky. "You should probably do that for real if you don't wanna go into a full panic mode by the end of this semester too."

Yash dipped his head down in the crook of my arm. "But I just want to spend some alone time with you!" he crooned.

"You're just after my body."

"Well, there's no denying that, but I'm also after your soul and heart and mind. If I were you, I’d watch my back."

I kept a cautious hand in the small of his back. "Well, don't worry, I've got your back too."

Yash let out a warm sigh against my jacket-sleeve. "I'll spank your corny ass into oblivion someday."

It was becoming increasingly difficult to make out shapes in the distance. The night was approaching fast.

"Kinky, eh?"

I felt his warm hand cupping my cheek and making me look at him. He was pouting. Damn the dark winter evening, I wanted to see the colour of his eyes. My hand on his back moved up to cradle him in my arms.

What followed was a prolonged, feverish kiss. A kiss that broke my heart and mended it a number of times simultaneously. He flopped back on my arm once again. My mouth still felt warm.

"What if someone spots us?" I bemused.

"Shut up, everyone around us here are either making out or drinking or smoking up. Or like, doing all of those things at once."

"You also kissed me out of the blue yesterday before class. What if there are secret CCTV cameras installed in the classrooms and studios?"

Yash shrugged. "Then I can only hope to kiss you so much, in so many ways, in so many locations inside the campus, that we can turn the whole surveillance team into our very personal yaoi fandom."

"That'd be a fun anime to watch."

Yash sighed deeply and put his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. "Your hands are so rough."

I grunted in response. "Have you ever noticed the hardened skin at your fingertips?"

"I don't have calloused fingertips."

"Not yet."

"My skin is baby-soft."

"I'm a reptile."