[exo : krislay] Addiction
♥ Addiction ♥
Pairing: Kris/Lay || NC-17 || Romance || ~2,660w || ...there was one thing Kris knew for sure, he hated Yixing...
a/n: just need a reason to get my ass back to livejournal ~_~
Addiction
It was not exactly the best day in Kris' college life.
The 22 year old, almost to graduate, handsome as fuck but still remaining single, bio-chemistry majored student could be considered one of the most popular kids in his school. His regular bitch-face wouldn't help him much with huge amount of love letters and confessions coming at him every single day, especially after he saved the basketball team's ass in the semi-final match when he was a sophomore. They lost in the final game since Kris was busy hanging out with his childhood best friend, Luhan, because, fuck, it was summer and he had his rights to go to the beach and flirt around with chicks, or dudes. Kris was the type who liked to follow his mood rather than his mind.
Kris stomped his feet away from the area near the staff room so he could start cursing without being caught by any of his teachers. He had to waste precious half an hour of his day to listen to the professor's lecture on how many periods of History class he had been missing. Not to mention just two hours ago, he was pestered by an annoyingly stubborn fan girl who kept insisting on how she should be his girlfriend or they were perfect for each other.
Damn it, if History could be as half interesting as basketball, I'll be in class every fucking day.
Kris felt his phone vibrating inside his pants' pocket. Call from Luhan again. Kris decided to not pick it up, since he had already ignored 3 previous calls from the same person already. Normally Luhan would text if there was any serious business, and he would call for normalbest-friend-forever dates. Besides, for a few past days, Kris had become tired with Luhan's brag on how completely wonderful his potential boyfriend was. It was time to take a break from the idiotic friend of his and stick with something more exciting. Like playing basketball. Alone.
Kris loved the sounds of the ball bouncing against the floor echoed inside the deserted gym or his shoes squeaking on the hard surface every time he turned his tiptoe around for another 3-point shoot. He developed the habit of playing basketball alone when suddenly he realized not many of his peers could match up with his skills. It was not like that he practiced any harder than other people, but the sport just came to him naturally like oxygen, like he was born with the gift. That was why he didn't join the school's team and playing for them in that tournament was the last time he associated with people in basketball.
He dropped himself sluggishly onto the floor when his hands became too slippery to get a hold of the ball anymore. His hair was soaking wet by the sweat pouring out as if he was inside a steamy sauna. Kris caught another deep breath before getting himself off the court and bringing the ball to the equipment room, just like he always did after practices whilst the others would usually leave the cleaning job to the team manager.
Kris jumped in scare when he opened the door to the old rusted room that he thought no one would choose to stay inside, to be more specific, stay inside and read a freaking book. Well, he just found someone who did. The other man was sitting on the vaulting horse, cross-legged, hands holding a thick hardbound. He lifted his eyes to look at the intruder through his black framed glasses, when he heard the creaking noise of the wooden door being opened. Kris felt uncomfortable under the enigmatic gaze, as if the other was searching for his soul with swift movement of the black round pupils.
"It's just weird to stay here for reading."
"Someone asked me to come here and wait, so I just did."
"Who? Are they running late?"
"I don't know. I just got the message paper in my locker."
"Don't you think people just screw you around?"
"Well, just in case someone actually want to see me."
"It's pure idiocy to think it that way."
"I don't think it's as idiotic as someone getting near his graduation but still skipping class."
Kris almost forgot the only reason for him to know the other was that they were having same History class this semester. However, he remembered clearly the reason why he couldn't stand that man.
Kris didn't know what he hated more, the silhouette of him that caught Kris' eyes every time he appeared around Kris, or the way that person turned or looked away everytime after a short moment locking eyes with Kris. Anyway, there was one thing Kris knew for sure, he hated Yixing.
Then, once again, Kris didn't really understand why he did it, but he did it, raw and rough. He refused to concede what he did was rape, since the other party didn't show a single resistance upon his guilty act. No foreplay, little of intimate touching, everything was just quick and sufficient enough for his manhood to get into erection before he slammed his whole shaft through Yixing's muscular ring. He knew the sexual pleasure was all his as he felt that hot, tight butthole clutching his member when he continued to deepen the thrust, in faster pace. He knew all Yixing could feel was pain since Kris did it without much preparation. Yet, the half hoarse screaming half seductive moaning sound coming out from Yixing's lips made it hard for Kris to hold himself back from hurting the latter again and again with every thrust he slid into him. Tears flowing out from the corners of Yixing's eyes together with guilty feeling were gnawing Kris' heart as he filled Yixing with his sticky substance of his orgasm.
He did it without giving Yixing a single kiss on the lips.
A month later, he met Yixing again, face to face, not in his typical catching a glimpse of his shadow around school, but in a really bad situation, as least for Kris.
"Please, why do I have to do this, Ms. Yoon?"
"Explain why you've missed so many periods of the History class and I will answer your question."
"Ah...but..."
"If you can't give a proper explanation, then just go with my decision."
"I promise I won't miss History class anymore. Please just let me out of this."
"Even if you do so now, your History knowledge gap is too big. You need him to fill your empty brain."
"Ms. Yoon, please..."
"Kris, this or detention with your History professor until your graduation, which one do you like?"
"Shit..."
"You should keep your voice lower when you swear in front of your supervisor. Double punishments for you. You will have to turn in a report every two weeks of what you learn from Yixing's tutor session."
Kris kicked the dirt under his feet with all his frustration as he walked into the school yard, being fully aware of another shadow who had been following him from behind ever since they left the office.
"Say something."
"Like what?"
"Like it matters. Just say something so I can know you're not a freaking ghost."
"Like you can fuck me if I am a ghost."
Despite how weak and fragile Yixing looked, his tongue was not shy away from spelling out such bold and sharp words. A foreign and unwelcome feeling invaded Kris' heart as the taller became perplexed with what he just heard from the other, since he hadn't found any decent reason for what he did last time.
"Hey...uhm...I have this idea."
"What?"
"I know, we both know...we don't like each other. How about you help me to write the reports to Ms. Yoon and we can continue to live our lives without the other's existence."
"I don't like doing anything for anyone who doesn't ever try. And it's out of my capability to write an elementary report on History for a someone who might possibly not know for how many years was his country under the rule of Qing Dynasty."
"Hey, at least I know who Empress Dowager Cixi was."
"Oh really? Then in which year did her reign start?"
Kris' mouth fell shut. He tried to search his memory for more details about the famous Empress, yet all he could get out from the brain were organic chemistry things like how disaccharides could be formed by two monosaccharides joining together using dehydration synthesis. Yixing observed the puzzled face of the other man, letting out an I-knew-it sigh as he chewed his lower lip.
"It's going to be hard."
Kris cursed something through his teeth, quite inaudible for Yixing to catch, but the younger man wouldn't even care about it.
"Meet me on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday every week, after class, Main library, 4th floor. I'll usually be at the table by the window on the left side of the room."
Yixing said it all in one breath before his eyes left Kris and his feet turned away just in the exact way that Kris always hated. The taller man had to bite his anger into pieces and swallowed all down his throat so he wouldn't go and murder the man whose shadow slowly disappeared from his sight.
The first day of Yixing's tutor was literally living hell for Kris as the younger man forced three fucking thick books to him. Well, they couldn't really be called thick books in normal definition but for science majored students like Kris, any book not about science and exceeding 100 pages was nightmare, whilst over 1000 pages on genetic code were their entertainment.
"I give up. Why do I have to take this stupid class?"
"Because it's mandatory in this school and lab-addict people like you should learn more about our history in order to do your best for the future."
"Screw your reasons. I'm out of here. Don't stop me."
"Why should I?"
"I said don't...huh? You're not gonna stop me?"
"Repeat one, why should I?"
"Because you're supposed to help me study."
"Didn't I tell you that I don't like helping people who don't want to try?"
"You..."
"Oppa~"
Shit! That bitch again.
Yixing didn't bother to check on the source of the voice that was a little louder than it should be inside the library, until he felt the presence of another person clinging onto the one sitting next to him. His eyes left the book to take a glance at the interferer. The girl also looked at him through the corners of her eyes before swiftly turned her attention back to Kris.
"Oppa~, you haven't given me your answer."
"For what?"
"For me being your girlfriend. Stop denying it. You know I'm the perfect candidate."
"Listen. I know you're pretty, and you are a smart girl. Why don't you understand that I don't like you?"
"You're lying to yourself. There is no other girl in this school more suitable for you than me."
"You..."
Kris didn't have his chance to finish himself since his face was pulled back to Yixing and just for a split second his eyes widened before he felt Yixing's lips on his own. Clumsy but soft and sweet, the way Yixing's enticing lips moving against his made Kris feel weird in his heart, yet his brain fell dizzy so he couldn't give a piece of care for any other thing at that moment. Their lips parted in his regret of not keeping them together for a bit longer.
"What...what was that?" The girl screeched after recovering from the shock state of mind.
"A kiss. Of me and him. You are the third wheel, missy." Yixing replied in a mocking tone whilst his eyes remained the calm expression behind the glasses.
"Liar. He likes girls. How could..."
"You can ask him directly."
"Kris, can you explain this?"
Kris felt horror crashed into his life when he had to decide between being forever harassed by this annoying bitch and making announcement to the whole school that he was gay. Somehow, to his reference at least, the latter didn't sound as crazy as he first thought about it.
"Yeah, I like him."
"What? You're insane. You..."
The girl finally walked away, face turned deep red as she felt furious about not be able to give any other comments on what just happened. Kris found himself letting out a sigh in relief and he wondered why, when clearly he still had more problems waiting for him to solve.
"What was that?"
"You are the one who got kissed, why do you ask?"
"You've made a terrible mistake."
"What do you mean?"
"Your kiss has turned me on."
Kris lifted Yixing's body up and pinned it against the wall of the bathroom as he let the other's legs wrapped around his torso. He was right to leave Yixing's glasses on the table so now he could see his black orbs wavering in ecstasy behind the half opened lids as Kris continued to give him the pains intertwined with sexual pleasure.
Yixing moaned softly, against Kris' ear as the older left bites along his sweaty neck and down his chest.
Yixing groaned loudly, throwing his head behind as Kris quickened his pace, sliding deeper into him.
Yixing screamed Kris' name, nails leaving purplish red scratches on ther taller's back as the erect tip kept hitting his prostate again and again.
Their second time was full of passionate desire for each other.
Kris found himself fall in love, with the way Yixing helped him to remember the boring lessons from textbooks and notes without actually reading them. Kris started to appreciate the advantage of having the best student of Literature and History Department to tutor him because Yixing possessed the power of turning plain words into interesting midnight stories. Kris liked it even more when he listened to the younger's voice whispering those stories to his ears as he was still in the middle of regaining his normal breathing after their infatuated tongue fights and bodies clashing.
Gradually, it became Kris' habit to come to Yixing's apartment four nights a week, making out or not, tasting delicious hometown dishes that Yixing made especially for him, and enjoying Yixing's stories about the long glorious history over thousands of years of this big country.
"Are you going to his place today too?"
"Yes. I've already texted him for running late. I can stay until you want to leave."
"Interesting. I still remember that you told me about hating him."
"I also don't understand myself, seriously. I can't explain how I feel towards him."
"You've been fucking him without being clear of yourself?"
"Luhan, I don't mind your language since I'm used to it and I also speak like that, but not in front of your barely legal, two-week boyfriend, thank you."
"That's okay, he has to get used to it, since he's my boyfriend. Right, honey?"
The third person at the table gave Luhan his sweet smile, faint shade of rosy color became quite obvious on the pale complexion of his face. The way he looked at Luhan, adoring and caring, Kris wondered if it was love.
Kris could never look at Yixing that way, and neither did the younger. Lustful, craving, those were how their gazes told the other. Infatuation, intoxication, those were shown deep inside Yixing's eyes as he was bouncing up and down, swallowing Kris' whole length inside himself with every thrust. Hands on the other's broad chest, Yixing was trying to quicken the movement of his hip, riding the man lying underneath him as his sanity had soon lost. Hot drops of sweat fell down onto Kris' heated body, quickly turned cold because of the night's temperature, making him to feel more waves of shivering pleasure when they both reached their orgasms.
This feeling was not like any other feelings.
This feeling was way beyond the feeling of love.
It was...Addiction...!!!
Pairing: Kris/Lay || NC-17 || Romance || ~2,660w || ...there was one thing Kris knew for sure, he hated Yixing...
a/n: just need a reason to get my ass back to livejournal ~_~
Addiction
It was not exactly the best day in Kris' college life.
The 22 year old, almost to graduate, handsome as fuck but still remaining single, bio-chemistry majored student could be considered one of the most popular kids in his school. His regular bitch-face wouldn't help him much with huge amount of love letters and confessions coming at him every single day, especially after he saved the basketball team's ass in the semi-final match when he was a sophomore. They lost in the final game since Kris was busy hanging out with his childhood best friend, Luhan, because, fuck, it was summer and he had his rights to go to the beach and flirt around with chicks, or dudes. Kris was the type who liked to follow his mood rather than his mind.
Kris stomped his feet away from the area near the staff room so he could start cursing without being caught by any of his teachers. He had to waste precious half an hour of his day to listen to the professor's lecture on how many periods of History class he had been missing. Not to mention just two hours ago, he was pestered by an annoyingly stubborn fan girl who kept insisting on how she should be his girlfriend or they were perfect for each other.
Damn it, if History could be as half interesting as basketball, I'll be in class every fucking day.
Kris felt his phone vibrating inside his pants' pocket. Call from Luhan again. Kris decided to not pick it up, since he had already ignored 3 previous calls from the same person already. Normally Luhan would text if there was any serious business, and he would call for normalbest-friend-forever dates. Besides, for a few past days, Kris had become tired with Luhan's brag on how completely wonderful his potential boyfriend was. It was time to take a break from the idiotic friend of his and stick with something more exciting. Like playing basketball. Alone.
Kris loved the sounds of the ball bouncing against the floor echoed inside the deserted gym or his shoes squeaking on the hard surface every time he turned his tiptoe around for another 3-point shoot. He developed the habit of playing basketball alone when suddenly he realized not many of his peers could match up with his skills. It was not like that he practiced any harder than other people, but the sport just came to him naturally like oxygen, like he was born with the gift. That was why he didn't join the school's team and playing for them in that tournament was the last time he associated with people in basketball.
He dropped himself sluggishly onto the floor when his hands became too slippery to get a hold of the ball anymore. His hair was soaking wet by the sweat pouring out as if he was inside a steamy sauna. Kris caught another deep breath before getting himself off the court and bringing the ball to the equipment room, just like he always did after practices whilst the others would usually leave the cleaning job to the team manager.
Kris jumped in scare when he opened the door to the old rusted room that he thought no one would choose to stay inside, to be more specific, stay inside and read a freaking book. Well, he just found someone who did. The other man was sitting on the vaulting horse, cross-legged, hands holding a thick hardbound. He lifted his eyes to look at the intruder through his black framed glasses, when he heard the creaking noise of the wooden door being opened. Kris felt uncomfortable under the enigmatic gaze, as if the other was searching for his soul with swift movement of the black round pupils.
"It's just weird to stay here for reading."
"Someone asked me to come here and wait, so I just did."
"Who? Are they running late?"
"I don't know. I just got the message paper in my locker."
"Don't you think people just screw you around?"
"Well, just in case someone actually want to see me."
"It's pure idiocy to think it that way."
"I don't think it's as idiotic as someone getting near his graduation but still skipping class."
Kris almost forgot the only reason for him to know the other was that they were having same History class this semester. However, he remembered clearly the reason why he couldn't stand that man.
Kris didn't know what he hated more, the silhouette of him that caught Kris' eyes every time he appeared around Kris, or the way that person turned or looked away everytime after a short moment locking eyes with Kris. Anyway, there was one thing Kris knew for sure, he hated Yixing.
Then, once again, Kris didn't really understand why he did it, but he did it, raw and rough. He refused to concede what he did was rape, since the other party didn't show a single resistance upon his guilty act. No foreplay, little of intimate touching, everything was just quick and sufficient enough for his manhood to get into erection before he slammed his whole shaft through Yixing's muscular ring. He knew the sexual pleasure was all his as he felt that hot, tight butthole clutching his member when he continued to deepen the thrust, in faster pace. He knew all Yixing could feel was pain since Kris did it without much preparation. Yet, the half hoarse screaming half seductive moaning sound coming out from Yixing's lips made it hard for Kris to hold himself back from hurting the latter again and again with every thrust he slid into him. Tears flowing out from the corners of Yixing's eyes together with guilty feeling were gnawing Kris' heart as he filled Yixing with his sticky substance of his orgasm.
He did it without giving Yixing a single kiss on the lips.
A month later, he met Yixing again, face to face, not in his typical catching a glimpse of his shadow around school, but in a really bad situation, as least for Kris.
"Please, why do I have to do this, Ms. Yoon?"
"Explain why you've missed so many periods of the History class and I will answer your question."
"Ah...but..."
"If you can't give a proper explanation, then just go with my decision."
"I promise I won't miss History class anymore. Please just let me out of this."
"Even if you do so now, your History knowledge gap is too big. You need him to fill your empty brain."
"Ms. Yoon, please..."
"Kris, this or detention with your History professor until your graduation, which one do you like?"
"Shit..."
"You should keep your voice lower when you swear in front of your supervisor. Double punishments for you. You will have to turn in a report every two weeks of what you learn from Yixing's tutor session."
Kris kicked the dirt under his feet with all his frustration as he walked into the school yard, being fully aware of another shadow who had been following him from behind ever since they left the office.
"Say something."
"Like what?"
"Like it matters. Just say something so I can know you're not a freaking ghost."
"Like you can fuck me if I am a ghost."
Despite how weak and fragile Yixing looked, his tongue was not shy away from spelling out such bold and sharp words. A foreign and unwelcome feeling invaded Kris' heart as the taller became perplexed with what he just heard from the other, since he hadn't found any decent reason for what he did last time.
"Hey...uhm...I have this idea."
"What?"
"I know, we both know...we don't like each other. How about you help me to write the reports to Ms. Yoon and we can continue to live our lives without the other's existence."
"I don't like doing anything for anyone who doesn't ever try. And it's out of my capability to write an elementary report on History for a someone who might possibly not know for how many years was his country under the rule of Qing Dynasty."
"Hey, at least I know who Empress Dowager Cixi was."
"Oh really? Then in which year did her reign start?"
Kris' mouth fell shut. He tried to search his memory for more details about the famous Empress, yet all he could get out from the brain were organic chemistry things like how disaccharides could be formed by two monosaccharides joining together using dehydration synthesis. Yixing observed the puzzled face of the other man, letting out an I-knew-it sigh as he chewed his lower lip.
"It's going to be hard."
Kris cursed something through his teeth, quite inaudible for Yixing to catch, but the younger man wouldn't even care about it.
"Meet me on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday every week, after class, Main library, 4th floor. I'll usually be at the table by the window on the left side of the room."
Yixing said it all in one breath before his eyes left Kris and his feet turned away just in the exact way that Kris always hated. The taller man had to bite his anger into pieces and swallowed all down his throat so he wouldn't go and murder the man whose shadow slowly disappeared from his sight.
The first day of Yixing's tutor was literally living hell for Kris as the younger man forced three fucking thick books to him. Well, they couldn't really be called thick books in normal definition but for science majored students like Kris, any book not about science and exceeding 100 pages was nightmare, whilst over 1000 pages on genetic code were their entertainment.
"I give up. Why do I have to take this stupid class?"
"Because it's mandatory in this school and lab-addict people like you should learn more about our history in order to do your best for the future."
"Screw your reasons. I'm out of here. Don't stop me."
"Why should I?"
"I said don't...huh? You're not gonna stop me?"
"Repeat one, why should I?"
"Because you're supposed to help me study."
"Didn't I tell you that I don't like helping people who don't want to try?"
"You..."
"Oppa~"
Shit! That bitch again.
Yixing didn't bother to check on the source of the voice that was a little louder than it should be inside the library, until he felt the presence of another person clinging onto the one sitting next to him. His eyes left the book to take a glance at the interferer. The girl also looked at him through the corners of her eyes before swiftly turned her attention back to Kris.
"Oppa~, you haven't given me your answer."
"For what?"
"For me being your girlfriend. Stop denying it. You know I'm the perfect candidate."
"Listen. I know you're pretty, and you are a smart girl. Why don't you understand that I don't like you?"
"You're lying to yourself. There is no other girl in this school more suitable for you than me."
"You..."
Kris didn't have his chance to finish himself since his face was pulled back to Yixing and just for a split second his eyes widened before he felt Yixing's lips on his own. Clumsy but soft and sweet, the way Yixing's enticing lips moving against his made Kris feel weird in his heart, yet his brain fell dizzy so he couldn't give a piece of care for any other thing at that moment. Their lips parted in his regret of not keeping them together for a bit longer.
"What...what was that?" The girl screeched after recovering from the shock state of mind.
"A kiss. Of me and him. You are the third wheel, missy." Yixing replied in a mocking tone whilst his eyes remained the calm expression behind the glasses.
"Liar. He likes girls. How could..."
"You can ask him directly."
"Kris, can you explain this?"
Kris felt horror crashed into his life when he had to decide between being forever harassed by this annoying bitch and making announcement to the whole school that he was gay. Somehow, to his reference at least, the latter didn't sound as crazy as he first thought about it.
"Yeah, I like him."
"What? You're insane. You..."
The girl finally walked away, face turned deep red as she felt furious about not be able to give any other comments on what just happened. Kris found himself letting out a sigh in relief and he wondered why, when clearly he still had more problems waiting for him to solve.
"What was that?"
"You are the one who got kissed, why do you ask?"
"You've made a terrible mistake."
"What do you mean?"
"Your kiss has turned me on."
Kris lifted Yixing's body up and pinned it against the wall of the bathroom as he let the other's legs wrapped around his torso. He was right to leave Yixing's glasses on the table so now he could see his black orbs wavering in ecstasy behind the half opened lids as Kris continued to give him the pains intertwined with sexual pleasure.
Yixing moaned softly, against Kris' ear as the older left bites along his sweaty neck and down his chest.
Yixing groaned loudly, throwing his head behind as Kris quickened his pace, sliding deeper into him.
Yixing screamed Kris' name, nails leaving purplish red scratches on ther taller's back as the erect tip kept hitting his prostate again and again.
Their second time was full of passionate desire for each other.
Kris found himself fall in love, with the way Yixing helped him to remember the boring lessons from textbooks and notes without actually reading them. Kris started to appreciate the advantage of having the best student of Literature and History Department to tutor him because Yixing possessed the power of turning plain words into interesting midnight stories. Kris liked it even more when he listened to the younger's voice whispering those stories to his ears as he was still in the middle of regaining his normal breathing after their infatuated tongue fights and bodies clashing.
Gradually, it became Kris' habit to come to Yixing's apartment four nights a week, making out or not, tasting delicious hometown dishes that Yixing made especially for him, and enjoying Yixing's stories about the long glorious history over thousands of years of this big country.
"Are you going to his place today too?"
"Yes. I've already texted him for running late. I can stay until you want to leave."
"Interesting. I still remember that you told me about hating him."
"I also don't understand myself, seriously. I can't explain how I feel towards him."
"You've been fucking him without being clear of yourself?"
"Luhan, I don't mind your language since I'm used to it and I also speak like that, but not in front of your barely legal, two-week boyfriend, thank you."
"That's okay, he has to get used to it, since he's my boyfriend. Right, honey?"
The third person at the table gave Luhan his sweet smile, faint shade of rosy color became quite obvious on the pale complexion of his face. The way he looked at Luhan, adoring and caring, Kris wondered if it was love.
Kris could never look at Yixing that way, and neither did the younger. Lustful, craving, those were how their gazes told the other. Infatuation, intoxication, those were shown deep inside Yixing's eyes as he was bouncing up and down, swallowing Kris' whole length inside himself with every thrust. Hands on the other's broad chest, Yixing was trying to quicken the movement of his hip, riding the man lying underneath him as his sanity had soon lost. Hot drops of sweat fell down onto Kris' heated body, quickly turned cold because of the night's temperature, making him to feel more waves of shivering pleasure when they both reached their orgasms.
This feeling was not like any other feelings.
This feeling was way beyond the feeling of love.
It was...Addiction...!!!