date not date

this is inspired by: this fanart and this tt

i think this is the 12917378th ff where i make one of the two straight 😭 i have to stop, but this was really fun btw

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Gemini adjusted the collar of his olive green knit polo shirt as he stepped out of the gas station shop with two bottles in his hand. The afternoon sun reflected off the sleek hood of his sports car parked a few meters away, but his attention drifted to the figure standing by the pumps, leaning against his motorcycle.

Fourth had taken off his helmet when he arrived a few minutes ago, revealing his buzz cut dyed a blonde that contrasted drastically with his outfit: a worn black leather jacket and black pants, fitted through the thighs and flared at the bottom, complete with metal chain details.

Gemini walked toward Fourth with calm steps, and the latter, noticing how the black—haired guy was approaching him, puffed out his chest a little, like a little pigeon. He thought his dominant aura and tough style had just impressed an obviously high—class guy who clearly wanted to be his friend or admire his motorcycle.

«Sure», Fourth thought smugly, «He wants to be my friend or ask me for bike tips because I look pretty cool.»

“Nice machine.” Gemini said as he approached. His voice was firm, like someone who is always right.

“Thanks. She runs pretty well if you know how to treat her.” Fourth responded, smirking.

Gemini didn’t stop looking him in the eyes as he handed him the juice bottle.

“Here, for the trip. It’s really hot out.” Gemini said with a calm smile.

“Ah, thanks, bro.” Fourth responded cheerfully, accepting the juice, convinced that he had just made a new friend. “I needed this.”

“My name is Gemini.” The black—haired guy said.

“Fourth.”

“A pleasure, Fourth.” Gemini tilted his head slightly, evaluating the posture of the boy in front of him. “Can I get your number?”

Fourth blinked a couple of times as he processed the direction the conversation had just taken. The way Gemini was looking at him was not that of someone looking for a friend.
He let out a light laugh and shook his head. It wasn’t the first time a man had tried to flirt with him; with his style and his aura —according to him— he was used to attracting all kinds of people.

“Ah, listen, man.” He said with playful confidence. “I appreciate the gesture and the drink, really, but don’t get confused, I don’t like guys. You picked the wrong target.”

Fourth expected Gemini to apologize, to get nervous, or to change the subject quickly after being called out; but the black—haired guy didn’t take a single step back, didn’t even flinch. He kept his gaze fixed on him as he closed the distance until Fourth could smell his expensive cologne.

“I don't swing that way.” Fourth insisted, trying to sound casual, though his pulse accelerated strangely.

“But you don't even have to swing.” Gemini commented, keeping his voice low and ridiculously confident. “You don’t even have to move. All you have to do is sit.”

The phrase echoed in Fourth’s mind like a loop.

A shiver ran down Fourth’s spine. His mind wanted to process it as a bad joke or a lack of respect, but his body reacted immediately: a sudden heat rushed down to his belly and his heart began to beat rapidly.
The sensation of excitement, new and uncontrollable, left him shocked. Unable to hide the blush that began to color his cheeks, he let out a nervous chuckle as he squeezed the juice bottle between his hands.

The coldness of the juice bottle was starting to sweat between Fourth’s fingers, but the heat running through his body threatened only to intensify.

The silence between them became dense, almost palpable. Gemini didn’t look away for a single second, enjoying the obvious impact his words had caused. The black—haired guy’s confidence was a gravitational force that threatened to drag Fourth along.

Fourth swallowed audibly, feeling his pulse thumping in his ears. He tried desperately to regain his composure, to puff out his chest again like a confident little pigeon from a couple of minutes ago, but Gemini’s closeness and that cologne made his legs feel strangely weak.

“Is... is this a joke, right?” Fourth murmured, letting out another laugh that betrayed his nervousness.

“I don’t usually joke about things that interest me, Fourth.” Gemini responded with total serenity. “And right now, you interest me quite a bit.”

Fourth’s stomach flipped. That answer made no sense in his head, but the heat pressing in his belly said otherwise.

“You don’t have to answer now.” Gemini said softly, taking his high—end phone out of the pocket of his white dress pants. “Just type in your number.”

Fourth swallowed hard again, feeling the knot in his throat go straight down to his stomach. He looked at the lit screen Gemini was holding out to him and then at the boy in front of him, immaculate, smelling of expensive cologne, and looking at him as if he already knew the end of the story.

The blonde blamed his «curiosity» —according to him— and grabbed the phone, then began, his fingers trembling slightly, to type his number.

“I... I’m only doing this out of politeness, I don’t like men.” Fourth murmured.

Gemini smiled softly.

“Sure, out of politeness.” Gemini repeated with a soft, almost mocking tone, putting the device back into his pocket as soon as Fourth returned it to him.

Gemini took a step back, giving a little air back to Fourth’s personal space, but keeping the intensity of his gaze fixed on the eyes of the boy with the bike.

“See you soon, Fourth. Enjoy the drink.”

Gemini turned around calmly and walked toward his sports car. The deep, finely tuned roar of his car’s engine broke the silence of the gas station right before pulling out onto the road.

Fourth put a hand to his hot face up to his short blonde hair while letting out a long sigh.

«What the hell happened?», Fourth thought.

“Damn...” He whispered to himself. “It’s just that the guy insisted a lot. I only did it because of that...”

Fourth put his helmet on in a rush, wishing the dark visor would hide the blush that still stained his cheeks.

Fourth kicked the engine of his motorcycle to life abruptly, as if the familiar roar of the exhaust could cover up the mess Gemini had just made in his head. However, as he accelerated toward the main avenue, the cold wind against his jacket did nothing to put out the heat that continued to burn in his belly.

«All you have to do is sit.»

Gemini’s voice repeated the phrase in his mind in a relentless loop. Fourth gripped the handlebars tightly, feeling the vibration of the vehicle between his thighs, but the feeling was no longer the same: suddenly, the posture on the bike, the tight leather, the way he leaned forward... everything felt ridiculously exposed.

Upon arriving at his apartment, Fourth slammed his helmet onto the entryway table harder than necessary. He went to his room while pulling off his black leather jacket in one tug and flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that nothing out of the ordinary had happened that afternoon.

He was just an arrogant guy with an expensive car and too much confidence. Nothing more.

However, he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and huffed when he didn’t see a notification from an unknown number.

“I don’t care.” He grumbled to the empty room, locking the screen and tossing the phone onto the mattress. “I don’t care if he writes or not. Half the city is begging for my attention, why would I care about a guy with an expensive car? I just wanted to check the time, not his message.”

He ran his hands over his face, feeling his cheeks still warm. The image of Gemini leaning over him, the low voice, the confidence with which he dropped that line... everything was still there, etched in his mind.

Fourth turned over on the bed and buried his head in the pillow with a moan of frustration.

Bzz. Bzz.

The phone vibrated on the bed and Fourth froze for two seconds. Slowly, he stretched out his arm and took the device, trying to maintain the most disinterested expression possible, as if someone were watching him.

Unknown Number:
I hope you made it home safely. And don’t worry, when we go out, you won't have to drive.

Fourth felt a pang in his stomach.

He pressed his lips together, trying to suppress the nervous smile that threatened to show on his face, even though he was completely alone.

«What an annoying guy», he thought as he bit his lower lip.

Hoy

I hope you made it home safely. And don’t worry, when we go out, you won't have to drive.

Sent Message: Who said we’re going out?

Sent Message: I only gave you my number so you wouldn't stand there making a fool of yourself.

Sent Message: I was being polite.

Let’s just say it’s a deduction based on how fast you replied to my message.

Sent Message: I was watching a video on my phone at that exact moment, nothing more. Don’t flatter yourself.

Sent Message: Besides, I already told you: I don't like guys. I’m 1OO% straight, ask anyone you want.

I don't need to ask anyone, princess. Remembering how red you turned when I talked to you is enough for me.

Sent Message: It was the heat from the highway! I was wearing a leather jacket. Stop making things up.

Sent Message: And don’t call me that.

Sure, the heat from the highway. Although I get the impression that jacket wasn't the only thing making you sweat.

And relax, «princess» was just a nickname that fits you like a glove, but I can change it if you prefer it to be a secret between us.

Sent Message: Secrets about what?! There’s nothing to hide because there is NOTHING going on here.

Really? Because I could swear the way your fingers trembled while typing your number on my phone said otherwise.

Sent Message: My hands were not trembling! I had been driving at high speeds for almost two hours, it was muscle fatigue.

Muscle fatigue... a fascinating explanation. You should take better care of those muscles. It would be a shame if you got fatigued before our dinner.

Sent Message: Hey, I told you I am NOT going out with you. I don't accept dates with men.

It’s not a date, Fourth. It’s just dinner. A couple of drinks, good food, and conversation. No pressure.

Unless you’re afraid you won't be able to hold up your «1OO% straightness» for two hours in front of me.

Sent Message: AFRAID?! OF YOU?! Please, I’m not afraid of anything. If I go, it’s only to prove to you that you don't affect me in the slightest and so you’ll stop bothering me.

Sounds like a fair deal. Send me your location so I can pick you up.

Sent Message: I’ll send you the address of a plaza. I’m not giving you my home address. I don't know you.

Prudent. I like it. Wear something comfortable for our dinner.

Sent Message: Don’t expect me to dress up for you, I’ll wear whatever I feel like.

You’ll look good in whatever you wear.

Are you still there? Or did you freeze up again?

Sent Message: Ha ha ha. Very funny. And I don't have to reply to you quickly, I do whatever I want.

I’m just telling the truth.

Sent Message: If you were actually telling the truth, you’d admit that you’re making up weird ideas in your head. I don't even know why I’m replying to you. I should have blocked you.

But you didn't.

Sent Message: I’m not blocking you because I don't run away from anyone. I’m a direct man. If I block you, you’re going to think that you got to me or that I’m afraid of you, and not at all. Your overconfidence just makes me laugh.

I’m glad to know I entertain you.

Sent Message: Screw you.

Received Message:See you tomorrow, princess.

Type a message

Fourth threw his phone onto the mattress and let out a grunt. He covered his face with both hands, feeling how the heat, that damn uncontrollable heat, took over his cheeks and ears.

“It’s just one dinner...” He told himself out loud, trying to convince the silence of his room. “I’m going to shut that guy’s mouth in ten minutes, I’m going to eat for free, and I’m going to go back home in an Uber. That’s all.”

However, the knot of nerves in his stomach didn’t seem to agree much with his plan.

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The next day, Fourth spent almost an hour standing in front of his closet mirror.

He had changed his mind about four times. First he wanted to wear gray sweatpants and a loose t—shirt to prove that he «couldn’t care less», but he felt he looked too sloppy. Then he thought about putting on his usual black leather jacket, but discarded it immediately upon remembering Gemini’s comment about the «heat of the road.»

“I’m not dressing up for him.” He repeated to himself for the fifth time in front of the mirror, adjusting the necklace around his neck. “I just don’t want to look like a bum in front of a guy who probably spends on cologne what I spend on rent.”

He left his apartment and walked the three blocks separating him from the plaza he had indicated to Gemini.

As soon as he stepped onto the plaza entrance, the engine of a sports car slowed down right by the curb. It was exactly eight o’clock sharp. Not a minute more, not a minute less.

The driver’s window rolled down with a soft hum, revealing Gemini at the wheel.

“Punctual. I like that.” Gemini said.

Fourth just rolled his eyes.

“I’m a man of my word.”

Gemini didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes traveled down Fourth’s body. The black mesh fishnet t—shirt revealed the pale skin of his torso, the defined contours of his abdomen, and the contrast with the texture of the black cargo jeans, which had a few straps.

“I see you chose something comfortable, princess.” Gemini murmured, lowering his voice upon noticing the sheer mesh. “Though if your intention was to convince me you’re not interested, wearing that isn’t working.”

Fourth felt a spark of heat shoot right back up to his ears.

“I see you like wasting time talking nonsense.” Fourth snapped dryly. “This is my «going for a quick coffee» outfit. Don’t think I put this on for you. You’re not special.”

“Whatever you say.” Gemini said, tilting his head slightly toward the leather passenger seat. “Get in, princess.”

Fourth walked over and pulled the handle, sliding inside the vehicle, making sure the movement looked as casual as possible, even though every fiber of his body was rigid with tension.

The inside of the car smelled exactly like its owner: that expensive, smooth scent that seemed to infuse the air just by brushing past it. The soft roar of the engine echoed as soon as Gemini pressed the accelerator, smoothly merging into avenue traffic.

“Nice toy.” Fourth let out, resting his elbow on the window and looking toward the street so he wouldn’t have to meet the black—haired guy’s gaze. “Next time we can race. I bet my bike takes this thing in the curves.”

Gemini let out a low chuckle.

“I don’t recommend betting things you’re not willing to lose, Fourth.” He responded without taking his eyes off the road, though a slanted smile formed on his face. “Though, if you insisted so much on a competition, I’d gladly give you a head start.”

“A head start for me?” Fourth turned sharply, forgetting his disinterested facade and looking at him with indignation. “Not in your dreams. My motorcycle leaves you behind before you even shift into third gear.”

“We’ll see about that.” Gemini turned the steering wheel with elegance to take a detour toward a quieter area of the city. “For now, I prefer to focus on tonight’s promise.”

Fourth said nothing for a couple of seconds, but the lack of response wasn’t because he had admitted defeat, but because his eyes ended up betraying him.

For the first time since getting into the car, Fourth allowed himself to study Gemini’s figure thoroughly.
Gemini wore a light linen shirt in a soft gray tone, its top buttons undone with a ridiculously natural elegance. Despite sitting in the driver’s seat, Fourth noticed how the garment fitted his broad shoulders impeccably, without a single wrinkle out of place. Below, he wore white wide—leg tailored trousers with sharp pleats, as if made to exact measurements. He looked ridiculously neat without trying and stupidly attractive.

Fourth frowned slightly, feeling a pang of frustration upon noticing how damn well that outfit suited him.

«He knows how to dress well. That’s all», Fourth thought as he felt that strange tug in his stomach.

The blonde was so lost in his scrutiny that he didn’t even realice the soft roar of the engine had died down. The car was no longer moving.

Gemini stopped the vehicle in front of an exclusive restaurant, a place with high glass facades and warm lights in a privileged area of the city.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to start thinking you like my outfit.” Gemini murmured with a smile, breaking the trance.

Fourth jumped in his seat and snapped his gaze away, feeling heat invade the back of his neck.

“I was looking at the seatbelt design, don’t flatter yourself so much!” He blurted out hurriedly, opening the passenger door before Gemini could say anything else or get down to open it for him.

Fourth scrambled out, trying to catch his breath and regain control over his own feet. However, looking straight ahead to evaluate the place, he frowned again.

The restaurant was huge, but the lights inside were half—dimmed, the valet parking wasn’t at the entrance, and the main dining room looked empty. Not a single customer sitting at the tables, not a single murmur of dishes or glasses. The place was empty.

Gemini stepped out of the car calmly and walked around the hood to stand beside the blonde.

“Don’t tell me you brought me all the way here to eat air.” Fourth grumbled.

Gemini walked around the car with calm steps and offered him a gesture to walk by his side.

“I booked the whole place for the night.” Gemini answered with the simplicity of someone ordering a coffee to go, looking him squarely in the eyes. “I told you it would be a quiet dinner. No interruptions.”

Fourth froze for a moment, processing the words. An entire restaurant, closed exclusively for the two of them, on their first «non—date». Fourth’s stomach flipped again.

Fourth’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. He looked at the facade of the restaurant and then returned his gaze to Gemini. The black—haired guy didn’t even seem to be showing off; he said it with the same naturalness as someone commenting on the weather.

“You are... you are completely crazy.” Fourth managed to articulate, letting out a huff. “Nobody closes an entire restaurant for two people on something that isn’t even a date. This is ridiculous.”

“I like privacy.” Gemini replied, reaching for the door to open it. “And I wanted to make sure nothing distracted your attention tonight.”

Fourth swallowed hard and ended up crossing the threshold of the restaurant with his chin held high, refusing to look impressed.

The interior of the place was very elegant.

“This way.” Gemini indicated softly, guiding him toward an immaculate table next to a huge window.

Gemini stepped ahead a couple of paces to pull out Fourth’s chair. The blonde tensed immediately upon feeling the proximity of the black—haired guy behind his back, but ended up sitting down rigidly.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Fourth murmured, dodging his gaze as Gemini walked around the table to take the seat opposite him. “I can move my own chair, you know? I’m not made of glass.”

“It’s a matter of good manners, Fourth. Nothing more.” Gemini responded.

A waiter approached immediately, pouring two glasses of water and red wine before retreating silently toward the kitchen. The atmosphere fell back into a dense, electrifying silence.

Fourth took the glass by the stem, pretending that the way Gemini looked at him wasn’t starting to push his nerves to the edge.

“So... an entire restaurant just for two.” Fourth broke the silence, scanning the large empty room before taking a sip from his glass. “You definitely have a serious problem with overconfidence. Do you always spend a fortune when you want to prove something to someone?”

Gemini smiled.

“Only when the person is worth the effort.” He answered in a unhurried voice. “Besides, I promised you a dinner without pressure. If it were full of people, you’d probably spend the whole night pretending you’re not looking at me to maintain your «tough guy» reputation.”

Fourth almost choked on the wine. He set the glass on the table with a thud a bit sharper than planned.

“I don’t have to pretend anything!” He protested, leaning forward a little. “If I look at you, it’s because I find the way you act absurd. I told you before and I’ll tell you again: I don’t like men. My tastes are clear, Gemini.”

“Tastes change when you find the right option.” Gemini replied, unfazed.

Fourth let out a dramatic huff and leaned back against the backrest, crossing his arms, an action that made his biceps pop; Gemini’s gaze automatically went to his arms.

“How arrogant you are, really. Do you have a script of cheesy lines to convince people, or do you make them up as you go?”

“I don’t need a script.” Gemini said, taking a sip from his glass. “Reality is usually quite persuasive on its own.”

“The «reality»” He marked the quotes with his fingers. “Is that as soon as I finish dinner, I’m going home, I’m going to sleep like a baby, and tomorrow this is going to be just a weird story I’ll laugh about with my friends.”

“If that helps you stay calm, you can keep saying it out loud.”

Fourth frowned and tried to hold the black—haired guy’s gaze to show he wasn’t intimidated, but the intensity with which Gemini observed him —as if reading every single one of his panicked thoughts— made Fourth’s stomach twist again. A dangerous tingle descended to his belly once more, making him squeeze his thighs together under the table.

He cursed internally. The guy had something in his voice, in his posture, that made him feel strange even if he tried to resist.

At that moment, two waiters returned to the table serving impeccably presented dishes. The food smelled amazing, but Fourth felt the knot in his throat so tight he doubted he could swallow anything.

“Try it.” Gemini encouraged him softly, cutting a piece from his plate. “I know you’ll like it.”

Fourth picked up his fork with a slightly rigid hand.

“If it tastes half as good as you think it does, maybe it’s worth it.” He murmured, bringing a bite to his mouth.

«It tastes perfect. Damn it. Everything in this guy’s life seemed to be fucking perfect», Fourth thought.

“Well?” Gemini asked, with that half—smile.

“It’s passable.” The blonde lied, chewing slowly so as not to betray his delight. “I’ve eaten better things at street stalls.”

Gemini let out a little laugh, shaking his head.

“Your eyes are shining, princess.”

“Nothing is shining!” Fourth exclaimed, lowering his tone immediately as he remembered that, even if the place was empty, the waiters were nearby. “It’s the lighting of the place. They use very bright lights.”

“Sure. The lights.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“Mmm, do you prefer «doll»?”

“That’s worse.”

“It suits you.”

“It does not.”

“It does. You look like a doll.”

The blush betrayed Fourth again, rushing violently up his cheeks. He gripped the cutlery, feeling his belly flip warmly for the nth time tonight.

“Shut up.” Fourth murmured, lowering his head to focus compulsively on his plate. “I’m no doll. I’m a guy who drives a huge high—displacement motorcycle and who could break your face if he wanted to.”

“I know.” Gemini responded, imperturbable, as he observed every micro—expression of the blonde.

Fourth decided that the best way to respond to that was to stuff his mouth with a piece of bread so he wouldn’t have to utter another word. He chewed with unnecessary spite, keeping his eyes glued to the spotlessly white tablecloth while feeling Gemini’s dark eyes fixed on him, like a patient predator that knows the prey has already fallen into the net, even if it keeps kicking.

The rest of the dinner went by in a constant tug—of—war. Every attempt by Fourth to sound tough, cold, or uninterested was dismantled by Gemini with a single calm sentence, a flirtatious gesture, or a simple smile. By the time the waiters cleared the dessert plates —which Fourth swore he only tried «just so it wouldn’t go to waste», although he didn’t leave a single crumb— the tension at the table was no longer uncomfortable: it had transformed into a thick air, charged with an anticipation that made his hands tremble.

Gemini placed his napkin on the table, made a slight gesture with two fingers, and in less than ten seconds, the bill was settled without Fourth even seeing a single digit.

“Ready?” Gemini asked, standing up with the same flawless fluidity of the entire night.

“I born ready.” Fourth lied, standing up so fast he almost knocked over his glass of water. He cursed himself in silence and walked with a firm step toward the exit, trying to regain control of his legs.

The cool night air on the street gave him a brief respite, but it didn’t last long. Gemini opened the passenger door of the sports car for him. Fourth hesitated for a second, clenching his jaw, but ended up getting in.

The ride back was suspiciously silent. Gemini didn’t turn on the radio, leaving only the deep hum of the engine filling the cabin. Fourth looked out the window, but the glass’s reflection returned the image of the dark—haired man at the wheel: his firm hands on the leather, the linen shirt fitted to his shoulders, that expression of confidence.

Without warning, the car stopped. Fourth blinked, coming out of his trance, and looked out the window. They weren’t at the plaza where he had been picked up. Nor on a busy street.

They were parked in a quiet residential area, under the shade of a large tree, right in front of the entrance to Fourth’s apartment building.

Fourth’s blood ran cold. His heart took a violent leap against his ribs.

“How... how do you know where I live?” Fourth asked, turning sharply toward him, his breath hitched. “I told you the plaza. I never gave you my address!”

Gemini turned off the engine. The dim light inside the car instantly became more intimate. The dark—haired man turned slowly in his seat, resting an arm on the steering wheel and looking at Fourth with that exasperating serenity.

“Finding out the address of the guy I like isn’t very difficult when I’m actually interested, Fourth.” He responded softly, as if it were the most logical explanation in the world.

“That’s... that’s stalking!” Fourth blurted out, but the accusation came out weak.

“It’s interest.” He corrected.

“You’re a stalker! Not even two days have passed!”

“So if two weeks had passed it would have been fine?” Gemini interrupted with a small smile.

Fourth was struck dumb, his mouth slightly open.

“No... it’s not that!” Fourth stammered, feeling the traitorous blush burn his face with double the intensity in the dim light of the car. “Don’t twist it! You found out where I live without my permission!”

“I found out where to send you flowers if you didn’t accept the dinner.” Gemini clarified, without losing his composure.

“Flowers...” Fourth repeated, swallowing hard. “You think you’re going to buy me with flowers? I don’t even like flowers.”

Gemini listened to him in silence. Unhurried, the dark—haired man unbuckled his seatbelt and began to lean toward the passenger seat. The space between the two shrank; the air in the cabin grew thick.

Fourth tried to press himself against the back of the seat, but there was nowhere to run. His mind was screaming for help, demanding that he open the door, throw a punch at him, tell him he was crazy. But his traitorous body was paralyzed. The heat in his belly became suffocating, almost throbbing.
And just when he was about to sound threatening and push him away with his hand, Gemini rested his hand on the backrest, right next to his head, causing his limbs to stop responding to him.

“Really?” Gemini whispered.

“Really.” Fourth tried to respond, but his voice came out as a thread.

Then, Gemini raised his other hand. His long, manicured fingers brushed the bare skin of Fourth’s neck, just above the mesh of his t—shirt, slowly moving up the line of his jaw. The touch sent an electric shock straight down the blonde’s spine.

“You’re still trembling, princess.” Gemini murmured, moving his thumb with a gentle firmness over Fourth’s lower lip, pressing just enough to force him to part his mouth slightly, before trailing down to his jaw.

“I’m not trembling...” Fourth whispered as Gemini, unable to look away from Gemini’s lips, which were now so close to his own. “I... I told you I don’t like men...”

Gemini smiled, a small smile, while his dark eyes devoured the blonde’s mouth.

“You already said that.”

Gemini leaned in even further, invading Fourth’s personal space even more.

Fourth felt another tug in his lower abdomen. A sharp, completely unfamiliar ache made his dick contract suddenly under the tight fabric of his cargo pants. The sensation caught him so off guard that he had to squeeze his thighs together tightly, feeling the blood rush to his temples.

For Fourth, the situation was a disaster, an unknown territory that had him terrified. His dynamic had always been ridiculously simple: he was the cool guy with the motorcycle. He picked the place, he drove, he paid the bill —or at least insisted on it to look like a gentleman— and he maintained control. With the girls he had dated, he had never felt cornered. No one had opened the car door for him, no one had pulled out his chair at a ridiculously expensive restaurant, and definitely no one had cornered him against the passenger seat of a sports car with a predatory confidence.

It was an invasive, strange, and terrifyingly exhilarating feeling.

Gemini lowered the hand he was holding on Fourth’s jaw. His fingers traced the blonde’s hot neck once more, slid slowly down the line of his collarbone, and traced the firm contour of his pecs over the see—through mesh of his t—shirt. Fourth swallowed hard, feeling an icy chill run down his spine.

Gemini’s fingers continued descending down the defined contours of the blonde’s abs until reaching the waistband of the black cargo pants. Gemini hooked his index finger into the waistband and pulled the garment down slightly, just enough to tighten the fabric against the blonde’s hip.

The tug made Fourth squeeze his thighs together again, trying to stem the wave of heat burning his belly. The pressure down there was suffocating, and the fear of losing control had him paralyzed.

“Can I kiss you?” Gemini murmured, keeping his voice low.

Fourth didn’t answer. He kept his lips pressed in a rigid line, flatly refusing to open his mouth. He knew perfectly well that if he tried to articulate a single word to insult him or reject him, he would end up letting out an embarrassing sound he would never forgive himself for.

Gemini noticed the stubborn silence, the blonde’s cornered look, and the tension in his jaw. He let out a small laugh, a soft vibration that bumped against Fourth’s lips.

“It’ll just be a little kiss.” He promised in a deceptively gentle tone.

Without giving him time to react or process the lie, Gemini attacked his mouth.

It definitely was not a «little kiss».

It was a hungry kiss. Gemini trapped Fourth’s lower lip between his own, pressing with enough force to break his resistance. At the same time, his hand wrapped around the blonde’s waist, holding him firmly by the side and pressing him slightly against the passenger seat.

Fourth let out a soft groan against Gemini’s mouth as soon as he felt the pressure of his lips. He wanted to resist, he wanted to use his hands to push those broad shoulders and recover the dignity slipping through his fingers, but as soon as he tried to move, Gemini tilted his head to deepen the contact, taking advantage of the slight gap between Fourth’s lips to insert his tongue, numbing any trace of logical thought.

The dark—haired man’s tongue forced its way in with a hungry skill, exploring every corner of the blonde’s mouth, dragging him into a spiral of sensations he never imagined experiencing.

Fourth felt his head spinning. His hands ended up tangled in the soft fabric of his linen shirt, clinging to him as if he were his only support.

Gemini’s tongue moved inside his mouth with a dominant slowness, setting a smooth rhythm, and every touch, every friction between their tongues sent sparks straight to Fourth’s belly. The sounds of saliva colliding and the suffocating friction between their mouths echoed inside the car, making the air so thick that breathing became an impossible luxury.

When the lack of air became suffocating, Gemini pulled away just a little. A thin thread of saliva connected their lips for a second before breaking, and Fourth let out a deep gasp, trying to fill his lungs with the little oxygen he had left. His eyes were closed, and his lips were visibly swollen and shiny.

Gemini didn’t give him time to catch more breath and trapped Fourth’s mouth again.

The enclosed space of the car filled with the constant sound of their lips colliding, a symphony of wet clicks echoing against the windows. Every brush of their tongues, every hungry suction from Gemini produced a wet echo that made Fourth’s hair stand on end. Those sounds, so explicit and shameless, went straight into Fourth’s ears, making him feel deeply uncomfortable, exposed, and ridiculously overstimulated.

Never in his life had he experienced anything like this. Kisses with girls had always been quick, superficial, playful, under his own control. This was a suffocating tide with nothing to hold onto.

With every click of saliva breaking between their mouths, Fourth’s dick contracted with a hot and almost painful throb inside his cargo jeans. It was a sharp discomfort, an involuntary reaction that forced him to squeeze his thighs together in desperation, seeking to hide the friction and try to quell the stiffness that threatened to give him away. The discomfort of feeling so vulnerable, combined with the uncontrollable heat in his belly, made him let out small whimpers between kisses, involuntarily.

For Gemini, on the other hand, the experience bordered on glory. Heaven. He had struck pure gold.

Fourth’s mouth was soft, warm, and deliciously responsive; the contrast between his tough—guy attitude and the way his body trembled at the invasion turned out to be an addictive elixir. Feeling the blonde cling to his shirt while trying in vain to maintain his attitude only lit the spark brighter in the dark—haired man’s head. Gemini couldn’t help imagining how that same body would feel trapped beneath his on a bed, with nothing in between, listening to those same muffled sounds against a pillow.

The heat in Fourth’s belly became an uncontainable tide. The rigid fabric of his black cargo jeans squeezed his erection with almost painful pressure, and the impossibility of getting comfortable was driving him crazy. He felt every pulse of his own body vibrating in sync with the firmness with which Gemini held his waist, trapping him against the leather of the seat.

Gemini took advantage of the blonde’s trancelike state to slide the hand he had on his waist downward, searching for Fourth’s thigh. The dark—haired man’s palm secured itself over the fabric of the pants, exerting just enough force to compel him to part his legs slightly.

“Mmm...” Fourth whimpered against his lips, tightening his fists over the linen of Gemini’s gray shirt until the fabric creaked.

He tried to turn his face to break contact, terrified by the volume of his own gasps and the overwhelming wetness of the kiss, but Gemini anticipated the escape and caught Fourth’s chin with his other hand, holding him in place while accentuating the suction on his tongue. The echo of wet clicks devoured the cabin once more, making Fourth’s head float.

When Gemini finally took pity on his lungs and broke the kiss, he did so by pulling back a little, letting the thread of saliva stretch before disappearing into the heavy air of the car.

Fourth dropped his head against the backrest of the seat, his mouth slightly open and his eyes bright, misted over by the lack of oxygen and the excess of pleasure. His chest rose and fell rhythmically in heavy breaths.

“You said... you said it would only be a little kiss...” Fourth whispered.

“Why would I want just a little kiss?” Gemini whispered, sliding the hand he had on Fourth’s thigh upward, feeling the hardness bulging the blonde’s cargo jeans. “From you, I want everything, not just a fragment.”

Fourth let out a small moan as he felt Gemini’s warm palm brush the bulging area of his pants. The air inside the car had grown suffocating, charged with a dense magnetism that prevented him from thinking clearly.

“You’re a damn cheater.” Fourth managed to articulate.

“You’re hard, princess.” Gemini said, lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper. “And you’re still trying to convince me you don’t like men.”

The comment fell like a bucket of cold water on Fourth.

“Shut up!” Fourth exclaimed, gritting his teeth so another whimper wouldn’t escape as he pushed him. “It’s not because of you! It’s... it’s a normal physical reaction when someone attacks you out of nowhere like that! It doesn’t mean anything! Besides, that’s just how my pants are!”

“Really?” Gemini didn’t put up any resistance and leaned back, resting his back against his own seat.

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t look like it.”

“It’s the fabric of the pants!” Fourth insisted desperately. “It’s hard because of the material! It’s not what you think, idiot!”

“Whatever you say.” Gemini responded, dragging the pad of his thumb over his own lips to wipe away a drop of moisture, a gesture so damn flirtatious it made Fourth’s stomach flip.

Then, calmly, the dark—haired man smoothed the front of his gray linen shirt with his hands and, next, without the slightest attempt to hide it or a shred of shame, adjusted his tailored pants with a deliberate movement, slightly spreading his legs to accommodate the prominent bulge marking the fabric. It was a large, tense bulge that revealed exactly how that kiss had left him, too.

Fourth fixed his gaze on Gemini’s crotch and, for a second that felt eternal, forgot how to blink.

“Like what you see, princess?” Gemini murmured with that damn sly smile.

“You’re a pervert!” Fourth blurted out.

“A pervert to whom you gave the best kiss of his life.” Gemini commented, letting out a soft laugh. “Thanks, by the way.”

“I’m leaving.” The blonde blurted out, searching for the door lock with clumsy fingers that refused to obey him. “You are completely insane and this is crazy.”

“Tomorrow I’m not picking you up at eight. I’m picking you up at seven.” Gemini said suddenly.

Fourth opened the door.

“I am not going out with you tomorrow! Or ever!” He snapped as he burst out of the car, feeling the cool night air give him a reality check that barely served to cool his face.

“Wear something that’s easy to take off.” Gemini managed to say from inside as Fourth walked away.

Fourth walked with huge strides toward the entrance of his building, feeling his legs tremble with every step. The friction of his tight jeans against his rigid dick was torture with every movement, ruthlessly reminding him of everything that had just happened.

He went up the stairs almost tripping, inserted the key into the lock of his apartment after two failed attempts, and slammed the door shut behind him.

He let himself fall backward against the wood of the door, slowly sliding down until he was sitting on the cold hallway floor. He covered his face with both hands, letting out a frustrated whimper.

“Shit... shit, shit... ” He cursed in a low voice, running his hands over his burning face.

He brought that hand to his lips. He could still feel Gemini’s hungry pressure, the taste of wine on his tongue, and that constant wet sound that kept repeating in his head like an echo.

He was screwed. Completely screwed.

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The next day, the alarm went off at nine in the morning, but Fourth had easily been awake for three hours, tossing and turning in bed like a fish out of water. Every time he closed his eyes, the sound of the wet clicks of their kisses echoed in his head, making the heat pool in his belly again with alarming ease.

He got up with a heavy head and dragged himself to the bathroom.

“Damn him... that...” He muttered. “That damn pervert.”

All day long he tried to maintain his routine. He went out for a ride on his motorcycle, but the vibration of the engine between his thighs —something he usually loved— only reminded him of the pressure of Gemini’s hand on his leg and the friction against his erection from the night before. He had to return to his apartment after twenty minutes, feeling strangely exposed on his own motorcycle.

At six in the evening, his phone screen lit up on the table.

Hoy

Hello, princess.

Sent Message: You again...

Sent Message: You are so annoying 😾

I’m arriving in an hour. Remember the instruction about your outfit.

Sent Message: I told you I’m not going out with you! I don’t plan on going down.

Sent Message: You can live in your car if you want, I don’t care.

I see.

Sent Message: ????

If you don’t come down at seven, I’m going to go up to get you. I know which apartment you live in, princess.

Received Message:And I get the impression your neighbors are going to really enjoy seeing me carry you out.

Type a message

Fourth froze in front of the screen.

“He wouldn’t dare...” He whispered to himself, but the image of Gemini’s confidence from the night before told him he would definitely dare.

At six fifty—five, Fourth was standing in the middle of his room, wearing extremely loose long black sweatpants and a black hoodie three sizes too big. If the dark—haired man had told him to wear something «easy to take off», he had put on the loosest, least provocative outfit he could find in his closet, purely out of spite.

At seven o’clock sharp, Gemini texted to say he had arrived.

Fourth uttered a string of profanities in a low voice, put on his sneakers, and went down the stairs with his heart racing. When he crossed the building door, the black sports car was already parked by the curb. Gemini was leaning against the driver’s door, looking ridiculously spotless in a tight black t—shirt along with casual dress pants.

Upon seeing Fourth come down in the giant hoodie and long sweatpants, Gemini raised an eyebrow and an amused smile formed on his lips.

Gemini didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes traced Fourth’s silhouette, from the enormous hoodie covering half his thighs to the loose hem of the sweatpants almost dragging along the sidewalk.

“My, how obedient, princess.” Gemini said, pushing himself gently off the car door and walking toward him. “I asked for something easy to take off and you made my job quite easy. A single tug of those pants and I’ll have you undressed.”

Fourth felt his face burn again in a fraction of a second as he clenched his hands inside the front pocket of the hoodie.

“I didn’t put this on for you, you shameless idiot!” Fourth snapped, taking a step back to try to defend his personal space. “I put it on because I don’t care how I look and because it’s the most comfortable thing I found. And I’m letting you know right now: I only came down so you wouldn't make a scene in front of my neighbors and to tell you to your face that I am not getting into that car.”

Gemini didn’t even blink at Fourth’s defensive tone and shortened his stride with that feline elegance that characterized him.

“Too late for that, princess.” Gemini murmured, leaning forward slightly. “You’re already down here. And I assure you your neighbors would prefer to see you get in on your own than to have me carry you on my shoulder while you kick.”

Fourth felt a shiver run down his spine, while the hot tide he feared so much threatened to settle in his belly again.

“You are unbearable.” Fourth growled, breaking free from Gemini’s grip with a tug and walking with huge strides toward the passenger door. “But let it be clear that I’m getting in because I feel like it, not because you tell me to.”

“Sure, of course.” Gemini nodded in a teasing tone, rounding the car to take the driver’s seat.

While Gemini rounded the car to get behind the wheel, Fourth sank even deeper into his giant hoodie, pulling up the hood to cover half his face to hide the traitorous blush that wouldn’t leave him.

Gemini settled into the driver’s seat and started the engine. He pulled the sports car out into the street with a firm hand on the wheel, while the other, in an alarmingly casual manner, rested on the gear shift.

“Where the fuck are we going now?” Fourth asked after a while, trying to sound distant. “Because if it’s another empty restaurant where you’re going to spend a fortune to impress an inexistent audience, I swear I’m going to order the most expensive dish on the menu just to ruin your bill.”

Gemini laughed softly.

“Too bad we’re not going to a restaurant today.”

Fourth blinked, turning slightly in his seat.

“Oh, really? And where are we going then? Tell me already.”

“To my house.” Gemini responded with the same lightness he would use to talk about the weather.

Fourth’s stomach froze, then took a violent turn.

“To your house?!” He almost yelled. “No way in hell! I am not going to your house, Gemini! Giving you my number was one thing, going out to dinner out of politeness was another, but I’m not getting into the house of a guy I’ve known for two days and who attacked me in his car!”

Gemini turned the steering wheel with elegance, taking a tree—lined avenue that led toward the most exclusive residential hills in the city.

“I’m not going to attack you.” Gemini said in a low voice, sliding his right hand from the gear shift to Fourth’s thigh, right above the loose fabric of his sweatpants. “Unless you ask me to.”

The touch was subtle, but Gemini’s palm was a hot iron plate. The loose fabric of Fourth’s sweatpants offered no resistance; on the contrary, the lightness of the garment made him feel the pressure of Gemini’s fingers almost directly against his skin.

Fourth jumped in his seat and slapped the black—haired boy’s hand away.

“Get your hand off there!” He snapped, squeezing his legs together in panic. Gemini’s sheer proximity was enough to make that sharp, annoying sensation in his lower belly threaten to return. “And I’m not going to ask you for anything. I’m telling you to turn around and take me to my apartment.”

“Calm down, Fourth. I bought ingredients to cook. I told you I wanted a quiet dinner. If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, I promise I’ll take you home right away.”

“Everything you do makes me uncomfortable.” The blonde grumbled, though the argument sounded weak even to his own ears. “Ahem, and why are you cooking? Don’t you have a personal chef or a battalion of servants to do everything for you?”

“I have people who work at my house, yes.” He admitted in a slow voice. “But yesterday I asked them to take today off. I thought that with how skittish and defensive you get, having three or four people hovering around would make you feel cornered. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Fourth. I preferred to cook myself... and I don’t cook that badly. I bet you’ll like it better than yesterday’s dinner.”

Fourth was struck silent. He had a sarcastic comeback ready on the tip of his tongue, but the sincerity in Gemini’s tone and the detail of having emptied his house just to keep him from feeling watched made him feel strangely warm. The heat betrayed him again, rushing straight to his ears. Tightening the sweater’s hood around his head was all he could do to keep Gemini from noticing how that attention was making him blush.

«He wants to charm me», Fourth thought.

The car advanced for a few more minutes until stopping in front of a massive black iron gate that opened automatically. The sports car glided down a private driveway surrounded by illuminated trees until parking in front of a modern residence, with straight lines, huge glass windows, and an architecture that screamed money without needing to make noise.

Gemini turned off the engine. The dashboard light went out, plunging the interior of the car into a golden dimness filtered by the garden lights.

Fourth looked at the mansion through the window and swallowed hard. The scale of the place intimidated him, but what terrified him most was the idea of being alone with Gemini in a closed space, without waiters or passersby to use as an excuse.

“We’re here.” Gemini announced, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Are you going to get out on your own or do you prefer I carry you?”

Fourth gritted his teeth, pushing the passenger door open with a sharp shove.

“I can walk on my own.”

Gemini got out of the car and walked beside him toward the main entrance, maintaining a respectful distance that, paradoxically, only made Fourth more alert, waiting for the moment he would corner him again.

Gemini opened the massive dark wood door and gestured with his head for him to go in first.

Fourth crossed the threshold with a rigid back and his chin held high, trying to project the posture of superiority of someone who is unimpressed by anything, even though his eyes couldn’t help but scrutinize the flawless design of the place.

Fourth took a couple of steps toward the center, keeping his fists buried in the pockets of his giant hoodie. The scale of the place gave him slight vertigo: soaring ceilings, modern artwork hanging on the walls, and massive floor—to—ceiling glassware. Everything in Gemini’s house smelled of wealth.

Gemini closed the door behind them with a soft click.

“The kitchen is this way.” Gemini indicated. “I’m going to uncork a bottle.”

Fourth followed him with his arms crossed.

Gemini pulled out two glasses and a bottle of wine, then poured the liquid.

“You know? You look ridiculously cute in those oversized clothes.” Gemini commented, extending a glass to him.

“I don’t look cute.” Fourth protested, rejecting the glass with a wave of his hand. “And I already told you I put this on because I felt like it. If you expected me to come dressed up for you, you picked the wrong guy.”

Gemini placed the glasses on the counter and took a few steps around the kitchen island, closing the distance until he was standing right in front of Fourth.

“I don’t care what you’re wearing, Fourth.” Gemini murmured, lowering his tone of voice while his eyes scanned the blonde’s face, pausing briefly on his lips. “Besides, I already told you those clothes are very easy to take off.”

Fourth took a step back, but his back hit the edge of the countertop. He was trapped.

“You’re not taking anything off of me.” Fourth said, trying to hold his gaze, though he felt his cheeks starting to burn again.

Gemini smiled and rested both hands on the countertop, on either side of Fourth’s hips, enclosing him between his arms without actually touching him.

Fourth felt the space shrink drastically. Gemini’s scent invaded every corner of his air, enveloping him in an inescapable bubble. Trapped between the hardness of the countertop behind him and the imposing figure of the black—haired man in front of him, Fourth felt a burst of heat rushing down at full speed toward his dick.

His own body was a traitor.

Fourth squeezed his thighs under the loose fabric of his sweatpants, praying internally that this hot discomfort wouldn’t end up bulging the garment right before the black—haired boy’s eyes.

“Are you going to spend the whole night running away from me, princess?” Gemini whispered.

“I’m... I’m not running away from anyone.” Fourth murmured. “I told you I came to eat dinner, not for you to get ahead of yourself again.”

“Mmm... dinner.” Gemini repeated.

“Yeah...”

Gemini stretched his long fingers and hooked the edge of Fourth’s black hoodie, sliding it backward.

“You look much better like this.” Gemini murmured.

Before Fourth could formulate a protest, Gemini leaned toward him and barely brushed the corner of the blonde’s lips before descending diagonally toward his jawline.

Gemini pressed his lips against the warm skin just below Fourth’s ear.

“Gemini...” Fourth whispered.

Gemini slid his mouth a little further down, over the tendon of his neck, sucking softly before leaving a trail of small wet kisses heading toward the base of his throat.

Every touch of Gemini’s lips on his skin caused a shiver to shoot straight down to Fourth’s dick, making his knees go soft as jelly.

He didn’t try to push him away. There were no clenched fists or defensive slaps.

Fourth’s palms ended up gripping Gemini’s forearms. The firm texture and warmth of the skin made Fourth tighten his fingers, unconsciously fascinated by the feeling of touching him.

He felt the primitive need to trace every vein, to gauge the thickness of his arms while Gemini continued his slow torment on his neck.

“Mmm...” A soft moan escaped Fourth.

“I like it when you don’t fight, princess.” Gemini whispered against the skin of his throat, feeling the blonde’s racing pulse beating against his lips.

Gemini slid both hands under the hem of Fourth’s hoodie.

The contact of Gemini’s warm palms on his sides made Fourth startle, but instead of pushing him away, his body reacted automatically. The blonde raised his arms and placed his hands on the black—haired boy’s broad shoulders.

“Gemini...” He whispered, while the black—haired boy’s hands began a slow path upward, caressing Fourth’s ribs.

“Your skin is so soft, Fourth...” Gemini murmured against his throat.

Gemini’s fingers traced the firm contour of his pectorals until his thumbs brushed directly over Fourth’s nipples.

A completely unfamiliar jolt shot through Fourth’s spine like lightning.

“Mmh!” A high—pitched moan escaped Fourth as he squeezed Gemini’s shoulders tightly.

His nipples were erect, hard as two small buttons. Fourth had never in his life experienced something like this. No one had ever touched him there, not even himself in the privacy of his room had paid attention to that area; to him, his chest was just muscle worked at the gym. Discovering in the most abrupt way possible that his pectorals were directly connected to a suffocating center of pleasure, and that each caress caused a sharp throb in his erection, was a devastating mental shock.

“So sensitive...” Gemini murmured, breaking the contact of his lips with Fourth’s neck to look into his eyes. The black—haired boy didn’t stop pinching the hardened nipples with extreme delicacy between his thumb and index finger.

“Gemini... it feels... weird...”

“Really, princess?”

Fourth let his head fall back, softly bumping against a kitchen cabinet.

“Don’t... don’t call me that...” Fourth protested.

“Call you what, princess?” Gemini leaned in to softly bite Fourth’s neck before running the tip of his tongue over it.

An embarrassing whimper escaped Fourth’s throat. His legs, which already felt as fragile as glass, finally gave out. If it hadn’t been for Gemini’s hands shifting from his chest to hold him firmly by the waist, Fourth would have slid straight to the floor.

Gemini used his strength to lift the blonde slightly and sit him directly on the edge of the kitchen island. His hands moved down to the lower part of his back, pulling him toward himself.

Gemini’s heavy, tense bulge hit Fourth’s hidden erection directly through the fabrics.

A spark of pleasure shot through Fourth from head to toe.

“Mmmh!” Fourth snapped his mouth shut, gritting his teeth while his hands clung to Gemini’s black t—shirt, wrinkling the fabric over his back.

The friction of crotch against crotch was a torment he didn’t want to escape. The exact pressure of Gemini’s hardness against his sent shockwaves straight to his belly, causing his dick to contract in a painfully pleasurable pulsation.

“Look at that...” Gemini whispered in a low voice. The black—haired boy rubbed his hips forward, drawing another whimper from the blonde. “You say you don’t like men, but your body responds to me in a beautiful way.”

“It’s... it’s a... normal physical reaction...” Fourth stammered. “I swear... I swear I’m not gay...”

Gemini let out a soft chuckle.

“I don’t care about the label you put in your head, Fourth.” Gemini said. “I care about what you feel with me.”

Gemini hooked his fingers into the hem of the black hoodie and pulled it upward abruptly, gathering the thick fabric around Fourth’s neck to reveal his pale torso. The kitchen light illuminated the blonde’s goosebump—covered skin, highlighting the defined outline of his pectorals and the hardness of his nipples, erect and sensitive.

Fourth didn’t even have time to try to cover himself; Gemini ducked down suddenly and caught one of his nipples between his lips.

“Aah!” Fourth let out a cry.

The feeling of the warm, wet tongue wrapping around his nipple shook him like an electric shock. Gemini showed no mercy: he sucked hard, pulling on the nipple before letting go to lightly bite the firm mound of his pectoral. The pressure of his teeth on the muscle sent a wave of fire straight to Fourth’s dick.

“Mmm...” Gemini murmured against the skin of his chest, enjoying the vibrations of the involuntary sounds coming from the blonde’s throat.

It was addictive. Gemini loved the way the air left Fourth’s lungs in small whimpers every time his teeth pressed into the flesh or when his tongue traced hungry circles.

“Gemini... ah... mmm... ” Fourth murmured while his hands, now in Gemini’s soft hair, pulled at him.

Gemini kissed the middle of his chest before sinking his teeth in with a bit more force at the base of Fourth’s right pectoral, leaving a red mark on the pale skin.

“Mmm! Damn it!” He squeezed his thighs around Gemini’s hips instinctively.

The movement caused their crotches to collide again. The pleasurable pain of the friction, combined with the constant suction on his nipples, caused such a violent throbbing in Fourth’s belly that he felt he was going to come right then and there, with his clothes on.

Gemini noticed the jerk in Fourth’s hips and the desperate tone of his whimpers. He released the blonde’s wet, swollen nipple with a suffocating pop and looked up, meeting Fourth’s misty eyes and parted lips.

“You love this, don’t you?” Gemini murmured, sliding his hands along the sides of Fourth’s bare torso while his own hips exerted a steady, slow pressure against the blonde’s crotch.

“No... no...” Fourth lied as his eyes fluttered shut from the overwhelming stimulation. “It’s too much... Gemini, please...”

“If it’s too much, then let’s get more comfortable.” Gemini murmured.

Before Fourth could process those words or try to formulate another incoherent refusal, Gemini’s hands left his sides and slid firmly under his thighs, lifting him off the kitchen island.

“Ah!” Fourth let out a small cry from the surprise, wrapping his arms around the black—haired boy’s neck by instinct so he wouldn’t fall.

His legs, still soft and trembling, automatically wrapped around Gemini’s waist. That position only caused the loose fabric of his sweatpants to mercilessly mark the hardness he carried between his legs.

“Relax, I’m not going to drop you, princess.” Gemini whispered, giving a possessive squeeze to the firm flesh of his thighs as he began walking out of the kitchen.

“Where are you taking me?” Fourth managed to articulate with breathy lungs. His torso was still partially exposed.

“To my bedroom.” Gemini responded with complete serenity, walking up the wide wooden staircase with slow, confident steps. “You said this was too much for a kitchen. You’ll be more comfortable in bed.”

“No! Wait... Gemini, put me down!” The blonde protested, though the push of his hands against Gemini’s shoulders completely lacked force, and to make matters worse, every step the black—haired boy took up the stairs caused a rhythmic friction between their crotches that pulled a sound from the blonde at every stretch.

“I’m not putting you down.” Gemini declared. “And if you keep moving like that against me, I’m not going to make it to the bed before taking those pants off you.”

Fourth froze immediately, pressing his mouth shut.

Gemini crossed the second—floor hallway and entered the master bedroom door.

Without wasting time, Gemini moved to the king—sized bed and deposited Fourth onto the mattress.

Fourth tried to sit up abruptly, leaning back on his elbows to retreat, but Gemini quickly positioned himself between his legs, crawling over the mattress until he cornered him again.

“You look ridiculously beautiful like this in my bed...” Gemini murmured.

“Gemini...” Fourth swallowed with difficulty. “Really... I don’t like men... this is crazy...”

Gemini rested a hand on each side of the blonde’s head and smiled with a dangerous sweetness, lowering his head until his lips brushed Fourth’s mouth again.

“I already got it clear that you don’t like men, Fourth.” Gemini whispered. “You just like me.”

Gemini joined his lips with Fourth’s in a soft kiss that smothered any other objection in the blonde’s throat. Fourth let out a muffled groan against his mouth, feeling how Gemini’s light weight over him and the friction of their bodies finished off what little mental resistance he had left.

After a few seconds of devouring the blonde’s mouth, Gemini sat up slowly on his knees in the middle of the bed. Without taking his eyes off Fourth, he brought his hands to the collar of his own black t—shirt and pulled it off, revealing a perfectly built torso that made Fourth swallow audibly. Next, Gemini stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and shed them, leaving himself in only a pair of fitted dark boxers that highlighted his imposing figure.

Fourth remained petrified on the mattress, unable to look away.

“Your turn, princess.” Gemini murmured.

Before Fourth could even try to complain, Gemini leaned forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Fourth’s loose sweatpants. With a decisive tug, he slid them down his legs, tossing the clothes to the floor.

Fourth shifted uncomfortably, but when Gemini returned his gaze to his crotch, a sly smile lit up the black—haired boy’s face.

The gray fabric of Fourth’s underwear bore a dark, wet spot, perfectly visible over the hardened bulge outlined under the garment.

“My...” Gemini let out, passing the tip of his tongue over his lower lip while raising his eyebrows. “Do you always stain your underwear before someone touches you, or am I a special privilege?”

Fourth’s cheeks burned and he tried to cover himself quickly, pulling his legs toward his chest to hide his embarrassment.

“Shut up! It’s... it’s not what you think, you damn pervert!” Fourth exclaimed. “It’s... it’s because the fabric of those pants was causing friction! And the hoodie was really hot! It’s sweat! I swear to you it’s sweat!”

“Sweat?” Gemini repeated with a chuckle, crawling between his legs again to push the blonde’s legs apart roughly. “Sure, concentrated sweat right there. What a scientific explanation, princess.”

“It’s the truth!” Fourth protested, gritting his teeth while Gemini pinned his wrists against the mattress. “These things don’t happen to me! I’m not like this! It had never happened to me with anyone before, idiot!” He blurted out the last part accidentally.

“So it had never happened to you with anyone before?” Gemini whispered. “I’m glad to know I’m the only one who puts you in this state.”

“It’s not...” Fourth murmured, embarrassed.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never gotten an erection as fast as when I’m with you.” He commented casually. “And you’re the first one I’ve brought here.”

Gemini’s comment hung in the room’s air, loaded with such unexpected sincerity that Fourth’s stomach turned over again.

That small revelation that no one else had been in that bed, that Gemini didn Flask normally lose control that fast with just anyone, stroke his pride in a strange and dangerous way. Knowing he was the only one to cause such a disaster in such a ridiculously perfect guy triggered a spark of satisfaction that almost pulled a smile from him.

However, Fourth had too much ego and too much of a «reputation» to protect to stay quiet and let himself be moved like a fool.

“Really?” Fourth blurted out, arching an eyebrow mockingly. “Wow, Gemini, how sad. A guy with so much money, a huge mansion, and a sports car in the garage, and it turns out you have such a boring life that no one had set foot in this bed.”

Gemini wasn’t bothered. In fact, the smile on his face only grew wider and more dangerous seeing how the boy tried to use his claws when he was completely cornered.

“Maybe so.” Gemini admitted in a low, slow voice, leaning in until their chests almost touched. “But the difference is that I never wanted to bring the others. You, on the other hand, I haven’t been able to get out of my head since I saw you take off your helmet at that gas station.”

The traitorous blush invaded Fourth’s cheeks again, but he hurried to twist his mouth to hide the jolt those words gave him.

“Pure lies...” The blonde muttered. “You’re a smooth talker. I’m sure you say the same thing to anyone who agrees to get into your car.”

“Do you want to test if it’s a lie?” Gemini asked, slowly sliding one of his hands from Fourth’s wrist to his side, going down his waist until hooking his fingers into the elastic of his gray underwear. “Because if you want to keep talking to buy time, I have no problem... but it seems to me that this spot on your underwear demands all my attention right now.”

Before Fourth could invent another absurd excuse or formulate another protest, Gemini pulled down on the gray fabric, exposing the blonde’s erection to the cool air of the room.

Fourth let out a deep gasp and tensed from head to toe. His dick, rigid and sensitive, was visibly pulsing, crowned by the moisture that betrayed how eager he was.

“Tell me again that it’s sweat, princess. Say it to my face.” Gemini murmured in a deep voice, trailing his gaze over Fourth’s body with no rush at all, enjoying every detail.

“It’s... it’s...” His body trembled subtly from the vulnerability of the position.

“You don’t have to lie anymore.” Gemini whispered, leaning in to wrap the base of Fourth’s erection with the palm of his warm hand.

“Aah!” Fourth arched his back sharply against the mattress, letting out a high—pitched moan.

The direct contact of Gemini’s smooth skin against his dick was like a high—voltage shock. The black—haired boy’s hand began a slow, enveloping, and firm slide upward, spreading Fourth’s own moisture over the sensitive glans before moving back down to the base.

“Gemini... ah... no...” Fourth whimpered, closing his eyes tightly. “Fuck... it feels... ugh...”

Gemini couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Fourth’s erection pulsing under the dim light, combined with those desperate whimpers, ended up breaking the last traces of moderation in the black—haired boy.

He let go of the blonde’s erection for a second and hooked both hands into the fabric of the black hoodie Fourth was still wearing. With a quick movement, he took it off completely and tossed it off the bed.

Fourth, feeling exposed and unable to hold his gaze in such a state of vulnerability, covered his face with both hands.

Gemini paused for a second above him, admiring the view. He looked ridiculously cute: the pale skin of his torso marked by the dim light, his toned abdomen rising and falling in rapid breaths, his nipples still erect and swollen from the kisses, and his dick pulsing with anticipation while the boy tried to hide behind his own hands. It was an addictive sight.

Gemini reached his arm toward the nightstand, opening the drawer to pull out a bottle of lubricant.

The black—haired boy smirked, remembering the previous night. He didn’t improvise. He had bought the lubricant the day before with a single fixed idea in his head: to have that boy no matter what. From the moment he saw him, he had marked him as his.

Because the truth was that the gas station hadn’t been the first time Gemini set eyes on him; he had seen him nights ago at an underground motorcycle race. He had been instantly fascinated by that short—haired boy’s attitude. Crossing paths with him days later at the gas station had simply been fate handing Fourth to him on a silver platter. And who was Gemini to reject such a gift?

Gemini poured a generous amount of cold lubricant onto his fingers, letting the formula’s neutral scent fill the space between them.

“I promise I’m going to treat you very well, princess.” Gemini murmured.

Fourth swallowed audibly, feeling his heart threatening to leap out of his chest.

“You... you already had this ready...” Fourth accused with a trembling voice and a furrowed brow, lowering his hands.

“I told you I don’t usually waste time when something really interests me.” Gemini replied with a sly smile, resting his lubricant—slicked fingers against the inner skin of Fourth’s thighs, making the blonde flinch. “And you interest me more than you can process right now.”

Gemini sealed the blonde’s lips again in a soft kiss as he slid his warm, lubricated hand toward his entrance.

“Relax, Fourth... Trust me.” Gemini whispered softly against his lips.

As soon as the lubricated tip brushed the small, tight fold, Fourth flinched against the sheets and his eyes flew open.

“Gemini... wait, no... ah!” Fourth let out a sharp gasp as the black—haired boy pressed slowly, overcoming the initial resistance and introducing the first finger up to the knuckle.

The sensation was terrifying, invasive, and completely foreign to everything he knew. Fourth’s body tensed and he felt an uncomfortable stretch, a stinging pain that blurred his eyes.

“It hurts... damn it, take that out...” Fourth whimpered.

“Relax, I promise it won’t hurt anymore.” Gemini comforted and caught Fourth’s mouth again, muffling his complaints with the warmth of his own tongue. At the same time, his free hand began to caress the inner part of Fourth’s thighs, moving up in soft strokes to force him to release the muscle tension.

The kiss worked as the perfect distraction. As Fourth drowned again in the wet, overwhelming tide of clashing tongues, Gemini began to move his finger inside him. A slow, careful slide, rotating the pad to distribute the lubricant and accustom the blonde’s tight, burning walls.

The stinging pain began to yield, gradually transforming into an internal pressure that was dense and strangely warm.

Gemini added a second finger, and Fourth muffled a cry against the black—haired boy’s lips, clutching the sheets.

“That’s it, princess... you’re doing amazing.” Gemini murmured between kisses, lowering his mouth toward Fourth’s jaw to bite him softly. “You’ll see how in a moment it feels good...”

Gemini pushed his fingers a little further inside him and pressed his pads upward.

“Aah!” Fourth let out a shriek.

An absurdly pleasurable electric shock ran down his spine, making his legs tremble like leaves in the wind and causing his dick to jerk sharply. The air escaped his lungs all at once.

There was no pain in that sensation; it was a suffocating heat that clouded his mind for a moment.

Gemini smiled against him upon noticing the blonde’s reaction. Without wasting time, he began to massage that spot at a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out with a wet click that flooded the dim room.

“Mmmh... Gemini!” Fourth whimpered, throwing his head back against the mattress. His hips naturally began to lift off the mattress, instinctively seeking more of that pressure. “Ah... nngh...”

He liked it. He liked it too much. The humiliation of admitting it in his mind was huge, but the pleasure was running over him like a truck. Each thrust of Gemini’s fingers inside him caused a hot tug at his dick, which kept dripping onto his own abdomen.

“You like it, right?” Gemini whispered to him, slightly speeding up the pumping movement while using his thumb to squeeze the base of the blonde’s erection.

“Shut up... ah... aah!” Fourth closed his eyes tightly, trapped in a spiral of unknown sensations.

Gemini continued pumping his two fingers inside Fourth, searching with increasing precision for that internal spot that made the blonde tremble. The wet clicks echoed in the room, mixing with the ragged breathing and the whimpers of pleasure that escaped Fourth.

“Mmmh... ah... Gemini...” Fourth whimpered, arching his chest and digging his heels into the mattress.

Gemini let go of Fourth’s thigh and used that hand to hook the elastic of his own dark boxers, clumsily pulling them off.

Then, Gemini stopped the pumping inside Fourth and withdrew his fingers slowly.

“Ah... ugh...” Fourth let out a protest groan at the sudden emptiness.

Breathing awkwardly and heavily, Fourth opened his eyes and placed his hands on Gemini’s bare chest. His palms rested on the black—haired boy’s firm pectorals, feeling how Gemini’s heart was also beating fast.

“Gemini...”

“Quiet, princess.”

Gemini took the bottle of lubricant again. He poured a fairly generous amount directly over Fourth’s hot entrance and then distributed the rest over the length of his own dick, making sure to cover every inch so the slide would be as smooth as possible.

“I’m going to be very gentle with you.” Gemini murmured in a deep voice, setting the bottle aside.

Gemini settled between his legs, aligning the head of his dick with the blonde’s opening.

The first contact was of a suffocating temperature. The tip of Gemini’s erection pressed barely against the sensitive fold, making Fourth shudder and dig his nails into Gemini’s chest.

“Gemini... wait... ah...” Fourth pleaded with a weak voice, feeling the real thickness of what was about to enter him. “It’s not going to fit...”

“It will fit.” Gemini promised, leaning down to give him a short kiss on the lips. “Take a deep breath for me... that’s it... just relax.”

Gemini began to push forward slowly.

The head of his dick overcame the entrance’s resistance and began to make its way inch by inch. Fourth let out a gasp that turned into a groan when he felt the overwhelming stretch in his inner walls. His body tried to close by instinct against the invasion, but Gemini prevented it, placing his hands on his thighs, keeping him open.

“Mmm! Aah!” Fourth whimpered, closing his eyes as tears gathered on his eyelashes. “Damn it... Gemini!”

“That’s it, princess... mmm... fuck...” Gemini groaned, holding back his own impulses to thrust hard as he felt the hot tightness wrapping around his dick.

Gemini kept pushing slowly, letting Fourth’s body mold to his size until he buried himself completely inside him.

The impact of having Gemini inside all the way knocked the air out of Fourth all at once. His rigid dick twitched.

They remained motionless for a moment, joined intimately, feeling the unbridled heartbeats of their bodies echo inside the room.

“Are you okay?” Gemini murmured, then raised a hand to stroke Fourth’s burning cheek with the pad of his finger, wiping away a stray tear that had slipped down.

Fourth opened his eyes slowly, looking at the black—haired boy through the cloud of heat that clouded his vision.

“Don’t... don’t move yet...” Fourth whispered, raising his hands to Gemini’s shoulders.

Gemini smiled, leaning down to leave a series of soft kisses on the blonde’s jaw, moving down to his neck to soothe him with the warmth of his mouth.

“I won’t move.”

Gemini kept his promise for a few eternal seconds. He remained completely still inside him, limiting himself to showering warm, slow kisses along Fourth’s neckline, allowing the blonde’s inner walls to adapt to the overwhelming thickness filling them completely.

The feeling of fullness was suffocating, but the initial pain began to dissipate, replaced by a dense, latent heat that ignited every nerve in Fourth’s body.

“Better?” Gemini murmured against the skin of his throat, feeling Fourth’s muscle tension yield little by little.

“Yes... but don’t get full of yourself.” Fourth whispered.

Gemini let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m going to start moving, princess. Slowly.”

Gemini secured his hands firmly on Fourth’s thighs and began to pull his body back slowly.

The friction of the head of his dick almost completely leaving his narrow entrance drew a muffled gasp from Fourth. Gemini pushed forward again, burying himself back all the way.

“Mmm!”

“Fuck, Fourth... you’re so tight.” Gemini groaned, closing his eyes for a second to savor the hot pressure wrapping around him like a custom—made glove.

The black—haired boy set a slow, gentle rhythm. The sounds of friction, cushioned by the lubricant, began to fill the room with a constant echo.

“Ah... Gemini... mmm...” Fourth’s whimpers came out in threads of air. He tried to keep his mouth shut so as not to put on a show, but the feeling of Gemini making his way inside him was too intense to process in silence.

Gemini took advantage of the blonde’s trance to slightly accelerate the pace of his thrusts and change the angle of entry, intentionally seeking that internal spot he had already discovered with his fingers.

When the head of his dick hit Fourth’s pleasure center head—on, the blonde let out a sharp shriek that echoed off the four walls.

“Mmfmf! Gemini!” Fourth arched his back while his hands clawed at Gemini’s shoulders.

“Right there, isn’t it?” Gemini whispered with a victorious smile, maintaining the angle and thrusting directly over that same spot with more force.

“Yes! Ah... mmmh!” Fourth whimpered.

Gemini lost what little control he pretended to have.

That sharp shriek and the way Fourth’s inner walls contracted frantically around his dick finally broke the little moderation the black—haired boy had left. The image of the blonde completely surrendered, with red cheeks and a gaze lost in pleasure, erased any attempt to go easy.

Gemini leaned over him, resting his torso fully against Fourth’s chest. The movement minimized the distance between their bodies, trapping Fourth’s dick against his toned abs.

“Aah!” Fourth screamed as soon as he felt that direct friction on his sensitive dick.

Gemini’s thrusts turned frantic, deep, and relentless. Every strike ruthlessly sought that same internal spot, while the weight of his abdomen rubbed against the blonde’s member. The combination of the suffocating invasion and the continuous rubbing on his dick created a pleasurable fog in Fourth’s head.

“Gemini! It’s... it’s too much! Damn it, ah!” The blonde whimpered, tightening his thighs around the black—haired boy’s hips and digging his nails into Gemini’s back, leaving marks in his wake.

“Fuck, Fourth... it feels incredible...” Gemini growled against his neck, thrusting harder, accelerating the back—and—forth until the sound of their hips colliding and the wet clicks completely devoured the room.

The heat in Fourth’s belly turned into an uncontrollable fire. He felt the throbbing of his own body marking a rapid countdown.

“Gemini... yes, yes! Mmm...”

“You’re wonderful, doll.” Gemini whispered, giving him brutal, consecutive thrusts directly onto his pleasure center.

That final push finished breaking the dam.

Fourth arched his back violently against the mattress and let out a scream that turned into a groan. His dick twitched without anyone touching it directly with their hands, expelling his semen, which spread across his own belly and over Gemini’s abdomen. The blonde’s inner walls clamped down hard on the black—haired boy’s erection, contracting in involuntary spasms as the orgasm shook him from head to toe.

“Aaah... mmmh!” Fourth trembled, eyes teary and mouth half—open to take in air.

Gemini continued thrusting right through the blonde’s orgasm. The sensitivity left in Fourth’s entrance made every new thrust an overwhelming stimulus.

“Gemini... wait! Aah!” Fourth whimpered, weakly trying to push him away, but the thrusts continued, intense and deep.

Gemini let out a deep groan, and with one last deep thrust that drove his dick all the way in, the black—haired boy came.

Fourth felt the throbbing of Gemini’s dick inside him, followed by a hot, abundant tide that began to fill him, flooding his inner walls with the black—haired boy’s warm semen.

The sensation of feeling Gemini unloading so deeply inside him, combined with the constant pressure, was a direct shock to his nerves. Fourth’s body, plunged into an overload of pleasure, reacted in the most unexpected way: his dick stood erect once more in a heartbeat, and without giving him time to recover, expelled a second wave of semen that finished staining their bodies again.

“Nnngh!” Fourth let out a moan, sobbing in ecstasy as his body shook in a second consecutive orgasm.

Gemini raised his head, his breathing as heavy as the blonde’s, and looked at the blonde’s face contorted in pleasure. A smile full of satisfaction formed on the black—haired boy’s lips upon seeing the scene.

“Wow...” Gemini whispered, kissing Fourth’s burning cheek as he rested his weight on him. “Looks like the straight guy enjoyed it quite a bit.”

Fourth, limp as a rag doll, closed his eyes and let his arms fall to his sides on the mattress.

“Shut up...” Fourth murmured.

“You should ask me nicely or something if you want me to shut up, princess.” Gemini murmured.

“In your dreams...” Fourth whispered before continuing to protest. “And you’re crushing me.”

Gemini laughed and gently began to pull his body back slowly.

Fourth gasped at the sudden emptiness. The friction of his exit caused a pang of sensitivity so sharp that his hips sank slightly into the mattress by inertia, immediately feeling how the black—haired boy’s warm semen began to slowly leak out.

Gemini settled beside him on the bed, resting his head on one hand as he contemplated the blonde and caught his breath.

“I’m hungry.” Fourth said suddenly.

“You’re unbelievable.” Gemini commented. “You just came twice in a row, you have half of my semen inside you, and the only thing you can think to say is that you’re hungry.”

Fourth shot him a murderous look, though the effect was ruined by the blush painting his cheeks.

“Shut up!” Fourth protested. “Don’t say it out loud!”

“It’s not like I can help it, since I’m the one who put it there.” Gemini responded with a sly smile.

“How arrogant.”

“It’s the truth.”

“I just know how to recognize when I do a good job. I mean, not just anyone can get a «100% straight» guy to beg for more, come twice in a row, and end up asking for dinner with my semen dripping out of him.”

Fourth opened his mouth, shocked.

“You are a damn shameless bastard!” Fourth exclaimed, grabbing the first pillow within reach and slamming it with all his strength against Gemini’s face.

The dull thud barely moved the black—haired boy, who cushioned the impact with his arm while laughing.

“And I wasn’t begging!” The blonde protested, clumsily sitting up. “I was... I was just surprised, that’s all! Your brain is so swollen with ego that you translate any sound as a compliment.”

“Sure, sure.” Gemini said, setting the pillow aside and settling on his side to look at him again. “I bet you were so surprised, and that’s why you squeezed me so tight you almost made me come early. That sure was a big surprise.”

“Gemini!” Fourth exclaimed. “You are a pervert!”

Fourth grabbed another pillow, but Gemini was faster: he extended his arm, caught his wrists, and gently brought him back down against the mattress, leaning over him once more. The immediate closeness stifled any further attempt at protest.

“I think the correct term is «attentive to detail».”

“Are you done with your egotistical monologue, or are you going to keep gloating?” Fourth asked.

Gemini couldn’t help laughing.

“If it bothers you that I feel proud of what we just did, it seems to me your problem is with reality, not with me.” Gemini responded, running the back of his fingers across Fourth’s cheek, which still held a pink hue.

“Seriously now. I’m hungry.” Fourth insisted, pushing him gently to make him step back. “And don’t act sweet now. I know perfectly well what you’re planning. You’re not going to butter me up with a plate of food just so I forget that you just...” He made a vague gesture with his hand, avoiding the explicit word. “...You know.”

“What I’m planning to do?” Gemini repeated, amused. “And what would that be?”

“You feed me, you make me feel good, and suddenly I’m already looking for excuses to come back. I’m not that easy.”

“You were pretty easy with me.” Gemini retorted.

Fourth opened his mouth and then closed it.

“...You attacked me.”

“You let yourself be attacked.”

“I didn’t let myself.” Fourth muttered, though his voice lacked the necessary conviction. “You simply caught me off guard. I’m not used to dealing with manipulative psychopaths.”

Gemini smiled.

“If being a «manipulative psychopath» means making you feel what you felt a moment ago, then I think I’m the best at my job.” Gemini responded, ignoring the blonde’s murderous glare. “And since you’re so hungry, princess, why don’t we stop arguing about my alleged psychopathy and go get something to eat? Come on.”

“Stop calling me that, and I won’t eat your food. I want to leave now.”

“Alright, doll.” Gemini said, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. He came out a second later with a damp towel. “But first let’s clean you up. I don’t want you getting a fever.”

“What?” Fourth exclaimed, sitting up abruptly, ignoring that he was still naked and that the movement caused a pang of pain. “What do you mean fever? What do you mean I’m going to get a fever?”

Gemini, who had approached the bed again, stopped and looked at him with a calmness that Fourth found suspicious. The black—haired boy couldn’t help smiling upon seeing the blonde’s genuinely worried expression.

“It’s just a precaution, don’t get worked up.” Gemini responded, sitting on the edge of the mattress and extending his hand to gently begin cleaning the inner part of his thighs. “It was your first time, remember? The body reacts in strange ways. You might get a bit warm, a slight spike in temperature... nothing a little rest and care won’t fix.”

“First time and you’re already going to kill me?” Fourth protested. “You’re exaggerating. Nothing is going to happen to me!”

“It’s just a precaution, doll.” Gemini insisted, without stopping cleaning him thoroughly. “And even if it were just a myth, would you prefer I leave you like this, all sticky?”

Fourth went quiet, his face burning. The way Gemini cared for him, after having treated him with such intensity, was a contrast he didn’t know how to handle.

“When we finish, I’ll call you an Uber.” Gemini continued. “If you feel bad, my room is big enough for both of us. You don’t have to run off if you don’t want to.”

“You’re a manipulator...” Fourth muttered under his breath. “First you do that to me, then you scare me saying I’ll get a fever, and now you want me to stay.”

Gemini let out a soft chuckle and leaned down, leaving a tender kiss on Fourth’s forehead, a gesture that felt strangely intimate.

Gemini paused in his task, with the damp towel still in his hand, and looked up to meet Fourth’s gaze.

Fourth lowered his gaze to the sheet.

“I’m... I’m only staying because I’m starving and my legs hurt too much to leave right now.” Fourth murmured, avoiding meeting his eyes as his cheeks burned red again from the embarrassment of his own admission. “And because... well, I guess the bed is comfortable.”

Gemini couldn’t hide the triumphant smile that formed on his lips, but wisely made no comment that might scare the blonde away.

“But don’t think this means anything else.” Fourth added. “It’s just... hunger and tiredness.”

“Sure, Fourth. Just hunger and tiredness.” Gemini said softly as he cleaned himself up. “Whatever you say.”

When he finished, Gemini brought over one of his clean, soft t—shirts —which fit Fourth a bit big— and a pair of comfortable sweatpants.
Gemini put on the first thing he found in the closet: dark cotton pants and a gray hoodie.

Upon standing up, Fourth felt a slight dizziness and a pain in his hips that forced him to lean on Gemini’s shoulder by instinct. The black—haired boy didn’t miss the opportunity; he wrapped an arm around the blonde’s waist, holding him close to his side to offer stability as they walked out of the room.

“See? You still don’t have your balance.” Gemini teased softly as they walked down the stairs calmly.

“It’s your fault.” Fourth responded, though he didn’t pull away. His ego was bruised, but his body, strangely, felt relaxed and at peace.

Upon arriving at the kitchen —the very same island where everything had started— Gemini pulled out a couple of ingredients.

“I didn’t know rich guys like you knew how to use a kitchen.” Fourth commented, sitting on one of the padded stools, resting his elbows on the counter and leaning his chin on one of his palms while his eyes, unconsciously, went to Gemini’s forearms after he rolled up his hoodie sleeves.

Gemini let out a soft laugh as he looked for a skillet in the upper drawers.

“There are many things you don’t know about me, princess.” Gemini responded. “But you’re going to have plenty of time to find out.”

“Who said I’m going to spend more time with you?” Fourth attacked immediately, puffing out his chest. “This was a one—night mistake. Tomorrow morning I’m leaving and you’re never going to see me again.”

Gemini set the skillet on the stovetop and then turned around slowly, leaning against the edge of the counter.

“A mistake?” Gemini asked with an almost icy calm, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. “Are you really going to sit there, wearing my clothes, with your legs still trembling from what I did to you, and tell me this was a mistake?”

He pushed off the counter and stepped closer to Fourth.

“Fourth, we’ve known each other for a very short time, but there’s something you don’t seem to get.” Gemini continued. “I don’t let go of the things that interest me, and if you think I’m going to let you walk out that door tomorrow as if nothing happened, you really have no idea who you just got involved with.”

The atmosphere in the kitchen, which until a moment ago felt relatively warm, became charged with a static electricity that raised the hairs on Fourth’s arms.

The blonde sat motionless, chin still resting on the palm of his hand, staring at Gemini. The threat wasn’t empty; he could see it in the way the black—haired boy observed him.

Fourth was used to always being the one to take the initiative, the one who intimidated with his strong character and loud personality; he had always occupied the position of the «predator» in any interaction. Nobody had ever cornered him verbally like that, and nobody had ever had the audacity to tell him, looking him straight in the eye, that his fate didn’t depend on him.

The blonde felt a hot pressure in his gut. The idea of not having control, of not being the one with the last word, was unexplored territory for him. For the first time in his life, he felt «hunted». And truth be told, he loved it.

“Is that... is that a threat?” Fourth articulated.

“Take it as a promise.” Gemini whispered.

Fourth swallowed hard.

“Are you going to cook or talk nonsense?”

Gemini let out a nasal laugh before leaning in and softly kissing Fourth’s lips.

Then, the black—haired boy pulled away with a smile, resuming his task in front of the stove as if he hadn’t just left the blonde extremely nervous.

“I’ll cook something, yes, but you’re going to be my assistant.” Gemini said without looking back. “Or is it that you don’t know how to do anything other than look good in my clothes?”

“Hey!” Fourth sat up straight, indignant. “I know how to do plenty of things. I just don’t have to do anything. I’m the guest here.”

“Guest?” Gemini spun on his heels while a spark of amusement danced in his brown eyes. “I think the term «guest» implies that you’re going to be served and then you’re going to leave. And we already established that neither of those two things is in my plans for you.”

Fourth felt the heat rush up to his cheeks once again.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” Fourth grumbled. “I’m just saying that, as the host, it’s your job to take care of me. Besides, look at what you did to me. I can barely walk, and you expect me to help you cook?”

“You’re right. Forgive me, princess.” Gemini spoke without a shred of remorse. “If you’re not going to lift a finger, at least you’re going to stay close. I don’t want you getting lost around the house snooping or, even worse, trying to find the exit without saying goodbye to me.”

Gemini turned around and walked toward the adjacent living room.

“Wait here a moment.” He said as he disappeared from Fourth’s sight.

After a few seconds, the sound of Gemini’s footsteps returned. The black—haired boy walked back into the kitchen carrying a small pillow and placed it on the counter.

Gemini slid his arms under Fourth’s knees and back, lifting him up and placing him on the pillow.

“There.” Gemini murmured. “I don’t want you complaining that the material hurts you while you try to taste my food.”

Fourth was left shocked, legs open on either side of Gemini, who remained standing between them, trapping him against the island.

“...I suppose this is an improvement.” The blonde admitted in a whisper, trying to regain his haughty stance. “But don’t think this is going to soften me up. I’m still hungry and I still think you’re a manipulator.”

“I just like my guest to be well taken care of.”

“Tch.”

Gemini pulled away to start cooking.

“Mmm, you’re very strong.” Fourth commented. “Do you go to the gym often?”

“No. Rarely.”

Fourth let out an irritated huff.

“«Rarely».” Fourth repeated, mocking Gemini’s tone of voice with a sarcasm dripping with venom. “Sure, sure. Don’t pull that fake humility on me, Gemini. You don’t look like that by magic or by eating air.”

“It’s genetic, I suppose.” Gemini answered without turning around. “Or maybe it’s the side effect of having to deal with guys as stubborn as you.”

“Ha ha! How funny. You’re a comedian in addition to a stalker.” Fourth rolled his eyes, though a small hint of a smile escaped him. “You know? It’s unbelievable. You have money, a house... and now it turns out you have the metabolism of an Olympic athlete without even trying. It’s almost offensive.”

Gemini finally looked at him.

“Does my physique bother you that much, princess?” Gemini asked with a glint of malice in his eyes. “Because a moment ago it didn’t seem like you were complaining while you held me tight with your legs.”

Fourth felt the blood rush to his face with alarming speed.

“I’m not complaining!” Fourth exclaimed. “I’m just saying it’s... suspicious and a bit annoying. It’s unfair that someone who is a full—time manipulator twenty—four seven gets that physical advantage.”

“You’re looking for reasons to justify why you can’t stop looking at me, Fourth. And let me tell you a secret: you don’t need excuses.”

Fourth rolled his eyes, but didn’t have the courage to deny it.

“Do you always go to the gym?” Gemini asked.

“Constantly.”

“It shows.”

Fourth puffed out his chest arrogantly, like a little pigeon, while looking at him with his chin held high.

Gemini laughed softly. «So cute», he thought.

“It showed perfectly when I was on top of you. You have an incredible body, Fourth. It’s a waste that you only use it to ride motorcycles.”

Fourth tilted his head, confused.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You should ride me.”

“Excuse me?” Fourth managed to let out, almost like a whisper. “Are you really going to be that shameless?”

Gemini didn’t even flinch and continued moving the ingredients in the skillet.

“I was just being honest, princess.” Gemini responded. “Riding me would give you the control you love to have, wouldn’t it? You’d be the one dictating the rhythm. You’d be the one deciding how deep and how fast.”

“You’re... you’re crazy.” Fourth murmured. “That’s a cheap manipulation tactic. You’re trying to convince me that I’m the one in control so I do exactly what you want.”

“Maybe so.” Gemini admitted with a playful smile. “Or maybe I just want to see if you’re as good on top of me as you are on a motorcycle.”

“You really are shameless.”

“I’m honest.”

“...Mmm, finish cooking first and I’ll think about it.”

“I love how you try to play indifferent when your eyes tell me the exact opposite.”

“My eyes aren’t saying anything!”

“Whatever you say.”

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