CH 2.4
The Kiss From Hell
Anyway, the two loaded into the Legacy 500 to go to Italy on Saturday morning. One of Ryanâs lofty hobbies was collecting private jets, one of them was given to John as a gift for his last birthday. Because John didnât want it, Ryan was in charge of the management of the private jet.
Thanks to a dawn departure, the two were able to arrive at Florence Peretola Airport around lunch time. The intense sunshine of Italy poured down on their shoulders.
âA car will come to the airport in half an hour.â
Valentine was wearing sunglasses, with his hair naturally hanging down on his forehead. The dazzling blonde hair and white skin stood out against the black sweatshirt, pants, and gray jacket.
âGrace wonât be able to meet us until dinner, right?â
âYeah, letâs hang out until then.â
âGrace is so busy, as always.â
John responded with a laugh. With a bright knitwear, white T-shirts and jeans, John looked more British than Valentine did. His brown hair, which was thin and easily tangled even in the lightest wind, was shining brightly in the sunlight; his eyes almost turned from green to yellow.
Both John and Valentine stood out, so the passers-by repeatedly glanced at the two. However, neither of the two seemed to care, as they were already familiar with that situation. Feeling better after a long trip, John smiled with his cheeks flushed, and Valentine smiled quietly while staring at him with one eye.
Soon after, the driver came to pick them up. After a long drive along the winding hillside, he saw an antique hotel standing on the hill.
âWow⦠Valentine, come and see this. The scenery is amazing.â
John, who entered the room, ran to the balcony with a burst of excitement. From the luxury villa-type hotel on the top of Fiesole, you could see the beautiful view of Florence at a glance. As the hotel boasts a long history, the interior was spacious and pleasant, the relaxed atmosphere was very gentle.
John stretched his upper body forward while leaning on the railing. The soft and refreshing spring breeze brushed past him, gently caressing his cheek. Feeling better, it was time for him to open his eyes and enjoy the sun. Valentine reached out to touch Johnâs hair. Soft hair floated between his fingers and became messy.
âJohn, when the sunlights hits your hair, it turns a little red. Did you know that?â
âReally? I didnât know.â
âItâs pretty much shining. If only we had the same hair color, wouldnât we look a bit more alike on the outside?â
Johnâs expression became awkward when Valentine smiled sweetly and whispered. It was because of a silly idea.
âBeing like that with your brother⦠Heâll probably be a lot more sweet to his lover.â
At the same time, Julian appeared in his mind, and the scene where the two faces were overlapping in one kept playing.
âYou look good with your blonde hair.â
Feeling uneasy, John turned his head away from Valentineâs hand. It was when John, who roughly sorted out his messy hair with his fingers, lowered his eyes.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Perhaps he noticed a sudden change, so Valentine grabbed Johnâs chin with his large hand. John turned his head suddenly and looked up at Valentine with his eyes wide open. Valentine furrowed his brows, an irritating look on his face. John rolled his eyes away from his stare.
âWhat?â
âYou keep avoiding eye contact.â
âI didnât avoid it.â
âLiar.â
Valentine was understanding about everything when it came to John. But he wasnât as tolerant when John hid or kept something from him. John knew Valentineâs character well, but that didnât mean he would say that he imagined Valentine and Julian kissing. Hesitating, John chose to play dumb. Having Valentineâs hand around his chin, John awkwardly spoke.
âNo. By the way, arenât you hungry? Iâm hungry.â
Valentine still didnât like him acting oddly, but he took out his cell phone without delay anyway when John said he was hungry.
âWhat do you want to eat?â
âUhm⦠meat?â
At Johnâs words, Valentine called the driver with a smile, as if he knew he would say that. Along the way, the two went to a famous local restaurant by the Arno River and ate a huge amount of steak. After that, they wandered around until the sun went down.
The fact that they were out of school made them laugh more often than usual and they enjoyed their time more. They took pictures that were out of focus, bought bracelets they wouldnât usually, shopped at vintage shops on the side of the road, eating sweet and chewy ice cream with their tongues. Meanwhile, the brightly shining sun fell to the ground.
âOh, wait. Grace.â
At a private designer shop, it was time for Valentine to put a ridiculous-looking leather fedora hat over Johnâs head. Johnâs face brightened up when he took his cell phone out of his pocket. He pressed the call button, holding Valentineâs hand. Their fingers were intertwined. While Valentine tilted his head and stared at his hand with an expressionless face, John spoke to Grace.
âGrace, are you done? Oh, youâre already at the hotel? Weâre downtown. Itâs not too far, so weâll be right there. Okay, fine.â
âIs she there?â
âYeah, sheâs at the hotel. She wants to have dinner right away. Shall we go back?â
âOkay. Iâll call the driver.â
Arriving at the hotel, they immediately headed for the outdoor restaurant. It was not that big, but the restaurant with a panoramic view of Florence, was romantic and luxurious. And in the innermost part, a beauty in a tight Hervé Léger dress was sipping a pre-dinner drink at the table with the best view of the restaurant.
âMother, weâre here.â
âGuys!â
Grace, who saw John and Valentine, jumped up and opened her arms. Her sons quietly bowed to her as they became too big to be held in her slender arms.
âHow long has it been?â
âHow have you been?â
âYeah, youâre growing up every time I see you.â
âThe more I see you Grace, the prettier you get.â
âOh my, John. How sweet.â
Grace ruffled Johnâs hair with a cheerful smile on her face. Grace was still looking young and beautiful, even at the age of forty. Otherwise there was no reason for the uniformed waiters to constantly glance at her.
âLetâs sit down. Are you hungry?â
âWeâre fineâ
âBut shouldnât we eat seafood since weâre in Italy? A glass of wine will be fine, even if youâre minors.â
Grace, who squinted at the two, immediately ordered salad, seafood, and white wine. Neither John nor Valentine had a chance to open the menu. Her reckless but never detestable personality, was something that Valentine inherited.
Grace raised her glass of wine and shouted.
âYou donât know how happy Iâm with you here. Iâm probably the happiest woman in the world right now.â
The sky, where the sun had completely disappeared, had a clear blue color. Round lights hanging in the air lit up one by one, and the city under the hill also began to sparkle like an island of fireflies. From some point on, romantic melodies echoed in the wind.
Beautiful scenery, delicious meals, pleasing wine, and even couples were around them. Everything that could make a night perfect.
Indeed, it would have been a perfect night if Grace hadnât gotten drunk too soon.
âIâll take the President first.â
ââ¦Take your time.â
âYou havenât been able to sleep well due to a heavy workload, and I think you already felt better after meeting your sons after a long time apart.â
âPlease take care of her for me.â
A secretary and a group of bodyguards watching them from afar approached before lifting Grace from her seat. Within an hour of sitting down, Grace, who was constantly sipping wine, began to doze off.
The secretary, who was just watching at first, asked for their understanding and disappeared with her when Grace almost hit her head on the table. The two, who were left alone at the table, smiled as they stared at each other. Valentine mumbled, pressing his eyes hard with his hand.
âShe called us all the way to Florence and left without spending a single hour with us. Can you believe it?â
âWell, maybe we can have breakfast together tomorrow. Letâs pray.â
âI hope so.â
Valentine, who didnât seem to have any expectation, slightly raised his hand and called the waiter. Then he ordered an extra bottle of wine. John asked Valentine with a surprised face.
âWhat? Are you going to drink more?â
âWe havenât been out of school for a long time. Grace will turn a blind eye too. Youâre not drunk, are you?â
John shook his head. Not only would he not get drunk with a glass or two of wine, but he also felt sorry to let the evening end like this.
The waiter, who brought the new glass, poured the wine with great dexterity. Valentine smiled and took the glass to his mouth. Sitting against a picturesque background, the gorgeous handsome man was certainly an eye-catching type. John swallowed the wine, slowly staring at the blue darkness falling over the shiny blonde. Heavy and soft acidity soaked his tongue.
âToday was really⦠nice.â
As he drank glasses of wine one after another, his mind and body became relaxed. John threw away his manners and put his arms on the table, resting against his cheek: unfocused eyes, eyes that were redder than usual, flush on his pale cheeks and red lips. He had a dreamful drunken face. John, who stared blankly at the sky for a while, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The long, tightly-filled eyelashes trembled in the light.
âI feel refreshed. As if⦠I was in the clouds.â
John, who had been feeling the breeze caressing his cheek for a while, slowly opened his eyes. And the first thing that came into his sight, was the blue eyes colored like the sea. Valentine was staring at him. John raised his lips and laughed mischievously.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou just keep looking at me.â
âMe?â
âYes, you do. Sometimes, no, often. Didnât you notice?â
When John was drunk, what he wouldnât usually say, came out of his mouth without him wanting to. Valentine placed his chin on his hand, with a look on his face that said that he didnât know he would hear such a thing. But very soon, he was interested. Valentine crossed his arms, leaned forward and responded with a sigh.
âI thought you were slow-witted, but I guess not.â
âWhat did you say?â
âNothing. Moreover, John.â
âYeah, Valentine?â
âI have a question. Can you answer me?â
Valentine lowered his head and vaguely asked, as if he was hesitating. Stretching across the table, the hand held Johnâs elbow lightly. Johnâs shoulder trembled slightly at the slow touch over the thin shirt. He was so drunk, that his body became hot with just a little contact.
âWhat is it?â
âAre you going to answer me?â
âYes, I will. Whatâs the matter?â
âHave you ever kissed anyone?â
Johnâs body flinched because of Valentineâs words. It was because it was a question he never thought that someone would ask him. However, unlike the embarrassed John, Valentine was just peaceful.
ââ¦But why?â
John asked back to Valentine instead of answering. His voice became sharp as a defense mechanism. However, Valentine responded confidently with a face that stated that he didnât care, as if he were claiming his rights.
âYou said youâd answer.â
âWhy are you asking me that in the first place?â
âIf I tell you the reason, will you be honest with me?â
âI donât know. Iâll decide after I hear it.â
Valentine, who was staring at John, spat out in an insincere voice.
âI kissed Julian.â
Boom.
And then a rock that had been inside Johnâs heart, fell down from Valentineâs words. He had expected enough, but when he confirmed it through Valentine. He suddenly felt sober.
â¦Why am I like this?
Embarrassed, John pressed his lips with the back of his hand. The lips touching the skin were burning, as if they were excited by the heat. Valentine held his arm tightly, as if asking for an answer. And fortunately, Johnâs voice, which flowed a beat late, was not much different from usual.
âReally?â
âYes.â
âOh⦠what should I say. Congratsâ¦â
âI was a little surprised because he put his tongue in. Is that how it is?â
In outspoken remarks, Johnâs expression collapsed once again, overshadowing his efforts. But what he was thinking was, was it Valentineâs first time, too? If Valentine had been as he had imagined, he wouldnât have asked such a question in the first place.
John was even more confused because he felt strangely relieved when he went crazy thinking about it. He was shocked by Valentineâs words and was relieved by his unexpected inexperience at the same time, but when he imagined the two making out, he started being impatient again.
Whatâs wrong with me? John bit his lips to death. His head became a little clearer, due to the stinging pain of the soft tissue being crushed. It was time for John to somehow try to wrap up his inner conflict. He gently pulled his arm that Valentine was holding and he avoided answering the question.
âJohn, I asked you. Have you ever done it?â
ââ¦â
âYou did?â
After hesitating for a moment, John nodded slowly. In fact, he never kissed and never thought he wanted to do it, but to be honest, somehow his pride was hurt.
Come to think of it, when Gregory was twelve, he stopped being a virgin and Dominic when he was fifteen. And during his eighteen years, he still felt pity for himself. In fact, John was always confident, but he felt an unexpected shame in revealing to Valentine that he had never kissed, as he was older than the other, and he didnât want to fall behind him.
âYeah⦠I didâ
Because of that feeling, John lied, and Valentineâs eyes flashed an icy blue for a moment. Cold silence hung over the table, as if ice were pouring down from an imaginary ice bucket.
Valentine, who was staring at John with a stare, asked in an expressionless voice.
âDid you?â
ââ¦â
âWhen?â
ââ¦â
âWith who.â
âI canât tell you that.â
He couldnât answer that because there was no one else in the first place. When the speechless John vaguely replied, Valentine tapped the table with a constant rhythm as if he was thinking about something. After a moment of silence, Valentine raised his head again, and John was stabbed by his gaze, so John avoided his gaze again.
Seeing John, who was shaking, Valentine mumbled to himself in a low voice.
âI thought I knew everything about you, but I guess I didnât.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI just canât imagine who you did it with.â
ââ¦â
âWell, Iâll listen to that later.â
Somehow the atmosphere was strange. Under a strange pressure, Johnâs head turned toward the floor. Valentine leaned hard against his hand. His eyes were still cooling down.
âSo did you feel good?â
âHuh?â
âDid you feel good when you kissed that person?â
âI think soâ¦â
âNot for me.â
John raised his head in response to an unexpected answer. John, who was silent for a while because he didnât know what to say, reluctantly nodded. He was unable to overcome Valentineâs urge to answer.
âI see.â
âYou said Julian was pretty, but the tongue he pushed into my mouth and what was stuck to my thighs were all unpleasant.â
John couldnât hide his surprise at the outspoken words that hit him. John, who unknowingly hit Valentineâs arm, rolled his eyes. He wasnât close to Julian, but it was a moment when Julian became pitiful.
âWell, I donât know what to say. Julian must have been shocked. He seemed to like you quite a bit.â
âJohn, why did you suddenly care about Julian?â
âWhat? Why are you suddenly talking like that?â
âYouâve been talking about him since the last time.â
Valentine snapped up Johnâs wrist again with a disgruntled look on his face. John closed his mouth with a troubled look on his face. He knew Valentine was misunderstanding something, but he couldnât figure out how to explain it.
He didnât care about Julian. Not about himâ¦
What kind of expression would Valentine have, if he said that just because he was with Julian, he felt anxious that he would become an adult first? Unable to be completely honest, John agonized over how to get out of this awkward situation.
âJohn. I asked you.â
Valentine rubbed the tender flesh on Johnâs inner wrist, asking for an answer. It was a viscous touch. Johnâs finger bent on its own due to the unexpected itching. Trying to shake off the subtle feeling, he shook his head.
âIt was just⦠nothing. No, rather, werenât you dating Julian?â
âMe? Why did you think that?â
The giggling face contained obvious derision. At that moment, an unknown discomfort provoked John. At that point, he heard a warning that it would be better to turn the conversation around, but his mouth moved by itself.
âIf not, why did you kiss him?â
âThatâs not what I wanted.â
John burst into tears for no reason for an irresponsible answer. He answered quickly.
âThen why did you let him? You donât even like him so whyâ¦â
âI know.â
ââ¦â
âWhy donât you guess?â
It was a question that made him feel playful. Todayâs Valentine was more difficult to understand, although he was like that sometimes. At a loss for words, John shut his mouth like a mute person. The melody of the violin mixed over the ice-cold silence between the two.
âKissing someone, I feel weird because you said you liked it.â
How much time has passed? Valentine mumbled to himself with a somber look on his face. His beautiful face showed signs of depression, and as his head headed down, a loose blonde strand of hair fluttered against his forehead. The moment he saw that face, John unwittingly offered words of consolation.
âStrange⦠Thatâs not it.â
âWhy?â
ââ¦â
âYou said you liked it. Why?â
âUhm⦠I donât know.â
Valentine, you chose the wrong one for advice. Thinking about it, John racked his brain hard.
âMaybe itâs because you didnât like Julian that much? I think itâd be different if itâs someone you really like.â
âDo you think so?â
â⦠Maybe?â
I havenât tried it, but it seems like it. John swallowed and nodded. Valentine, who was staring at John, smiled slightly. Then he turned his head back and furrowed his eyebrows as if he was thinking about something.
âIf thatâs the case, John.â
âYes?â
âCan I do it with you?â
And what came out of his mouth, was something John had never imagined. John, who blinked for a few seconds, belatedly recognized what Valentine had said. Despite that, he was still unable to accept the meaning immediately, so he asked blankly.
âWhat?â
âDo it with me.â
âDo whatâ¦?â
âA kiss.â
It was strange. Obviously, he had heard it, but he couldnât at all understand what Valentine was talking about. A corner of his heart, which reacted faster than the head, tightened as if it had burned.
âWhat are you talking about?â
The atmosphere was suddenly heavy. John laughed at the strange joke, but Valentine just stared at him without any change of expression. Therefore, the unnatural smile on Johnâs lips was soon scattered like sand.
âYou donât want to?â
ââ¦That, of course not.â
âI just imagined it, and I think youâll be fine.â
ââ¦â
âAnything would be fine with you, so John, letâs kiss.â
Valentine asked me to kiss him.
Johnâs face quickly turned red, as he could no longer escape from reality. John couldnât tell whether the unbearable heat was caused by alcohol or for other reasons.
âBut, what do you mean? Thatâs ridiculous.â
John responded hastily. His voice trembled with a weak echo, even weaker than normal for him. Valentine, who was watching John with a careful look, smiled lightly. As usual, the calm voice flowed slowly on the red lips.
âRemember?â
âWhat?â
âWhen I helped you with your assignment before, you said you would do whatever I wanted, right?â
âWait, thatâsâ¦â
âIâm going to use that chance now.â
Just before the end of the talk, Valentine pulled on Johnâs arm. His arm knocked over a glass of wine, leaving a red stain on the white tablecloth. Valentine grabbed John. The fluttering blue eyes stared at him with joy.
âLetâs go.â
âWaitâ¦!â
Valentine seemed completely deaf to Johnâs feeble refusal. While John, who was trapped, was trying to pull himself together, Valentine kept walking. He strode past the bodyguards, who couldnât even imagine what was going on between them, Valentine pressed the elevator button for the suite without hesitation. Johnâs wrist was still being held tightly.
John tried to think as rationally as possible, even though he was out of his mind. But his brain stopped working. Badump. His heart pounded hard as if it were about to pop out of his ribs.
Dding-
As the elevator opened, the hotel room that had been unpacked during the day was there. Valentine led John to their bedroom in a big strides.
âW-ait⦠Valentine!â
John never thought he was physically behind, but it was far from enough to stop Valentine. His body helplessly moved to get away from Valentine, and within seconds, a wide bed was just around the corner.
âValentine!â
Just before being thrown into the bed, John gathered his strength and pulled on Valentine. Valentine stood face to face with him. John opened his mouth in a hurry.
âD-donât do this.â
ââ¦â
âYou canât do this. You canât, g-got it?â
His voice shook with a terrible echo. But Valentine just giggled, as if he had heard a very funny joke.
âWhat, Johnâ¦â
Valentine lowered his voice, smiled and stretched himself straight in the dark. The usually large body became overwhelmingly bulky in the dark. When Johnâs shoulders shook under the unknown pressure, Valentine whispered in a voice that seemed to tempt a child with candy.
âWhy? Because youâre my brother?â
ââ¦â
âItâs not something we can define in such general terms.â
âValentine, but I meanâ¦â
âYouâre just you. Iâm me.â
ââ¦â
âNow I just want to get my tongue inside you.â
It was a strange thing. Thereâs no way Beta could take on Alphaâs pheromones, but Johnâs heart jumped at the vulgarly outspoken words. The drunken brain eventually seemed to have gone crazy, and a corner of his head seemed to melt. Licking Johnâs stiff face, Valentine whispered in his ear in a low voice.
âOn the pretext of blood preservation, you know what our ancestors have done.â
ââ¦â
âIâm not asking you to have sex, so just let me kiss you.â
Who is the guy in front of me� Is him the Valentine that I really know?
It was when John came up with an extremely common question in his head. Something soft and warm touched Johnâs lips in a surprise move. Johnâs body shook greatly the moment he realized that it was Valentineâs lips. Keenly aware of Johnâs signs of escape, Valentine pushed him hard against the wall.
âU-uhmâ¦!â
John tried to push Valentine away, but his solid body remained as if nothing had happened. Rather, taking advantage of his embarrassment, a hot, damp tongue suddenly penetrated his mouth. That feeling was really⦠He felt like the wine he drank in the evening suddenly burst into a bubble inside his head. In an instant, the whole body fell out of strength..
The tongue, which went past the lips and came deep inside, was hot and slippery as if it were burning. It rubbed and swept the inside of Johnâs mouth like a living being. Every time Valentineâs tongue pressed down on his soft tissue, Johnâs brain lost its function. He pulled out two fists to push Valentine away, but unconsciously, he instead held him tightly.
âUhâ¦â
Valentine went into Johnâs mouth without mercy to satisfy himself. As John bent his legs, Valentine supported the body that collapsed with his thigh.
ââ¦Haâ
John opened his mouth to breathe in insufficient oxygen. Valentine, who gave him a moment to breathe, covered Johnâs lips with his once again. The movement of licking his mouth like it was ice cream, made John feel like he had no idea what was going on.
ââ¦Ufâ
John, who was helplessly following Valentineâs move, couldnât stand it anymore and pulled his head back. He gasped for air. Johnâs lips were also badly swollen. Valentine, who let John go, smiled and whispered in his ear.
âJohn, you can breathe while youâre kissing.â
ââ¦â
âDidnât any of your lovers tell you that?â
Johnâs face exploded with Valentineâs words. John realized it intuitively. Valentine knew that his experience of bragging was false, and that he had seen through it from the beginning. The shame filled the chest with the momentum to burst.
âS-stop⦠move aside now.â
John scrambled to push away Valentineâs chest and twisted his head. Still lacking in breath, his chest was sharply heaving up and down. John closed his eyes tightly and tried to get out of Valentineâs arms. Somehow, he didnât have the courage to confirm what type of gaze Valentine was using to look at him. But sadly, the steady body didnât seem to back down a bit.
âNo, itâs not enough yet.â
ââ¦â
âStrangely good. If this is what it feels like, Johnâ¦â
Bowing his head, Valentine placed his wet lips near Johnâs ear. The sensation of the lips touching him, which were hotter than usual, rubbing his earlobe, made his shoulder tremble. Valentine said, while holding Johnâs wrists tightly.
âYouâre my first.â
â¦So I want more.
Just before he finished, Valentineâs lips overlapped his lips once again. The bumping temperature was hot enough to drive John to another world. Again, feeling one side of the brain melting, John closed his eyes unconsciously.
Something I donât know for sure, Iâm so anxious that Iâm burningâ¦
Led by Valentineâs hand, John sat on the bed, and soon a cool sheet touched his back. The huge body created a dark shadow over John. The cheek trapped in the big palm was burning. Sucking lips, covering the tongue from the bottom of the mouth, and tickling the roof of the mouth was so stimulating.
This is crazy. Weâre both crazy.
John thought with a dizzy head. The unconscious warning that this should not happen flashed like a light in his head. But did I drink too much? John wondered. Right now, the feel of Valentineâs lips against his was so good that John couldnât think reasonably.
I canât do this.
But whatever signal his reasoning sent, the important fact was that the dice of fate had already been mercilessly thrown. After this night, John, who was afraid to think about what day would be waiting for them, closed his eyes.
In the end, all he could do was swallow his panting breath and bury his head in a big hand covering his cheek.
* * *
John, who opened his eyes in the morning, couldnât even tell that he had woken up. It was because he didnât have the courage to face Valentine. Fortunately, the room was empty when John, who pretended to sleep for a while, opened his eyes without being able to stand it anymore.
âPhewâ¦â
Maybe Valentine went out to eat with Grace. As he drank a lot, an unpleasant hangover bubbled up in his stomach. He fell asleep without washing properly yesterday, so he felt uncomfortable. John went straight to the bathroom.
John rushed into the bathroom as Valentine could return while he was there. He agonized under the running hot water. With what face should I face Valentine? John, who kepting thinking dozens of times but eventually failed to find an answer, had to leave the bathroom without much progress.
John roughly put on his bathrobe. The room was still empty. John breathed a sigh of relief and quickly dressed. It was just when he came out of the bedroom with his shirt and pants on, the elevator inside the reception room opened wide, as if it had been waiting for him. It was such a damn bad timing.
âOh, you woke up?â
It was Valentine who appeared as expected. It felt like a young CEO wearing a white shirt, long slacks, blonde hair, and with a magazine in his hands. Valentine approached John, who was frozen, and smiled.
âI didnât want to wake you up. I asked for room service instead, so make sure to eat something. You probably drank too much yesterday. Are you feeling better?â
ââ¦Oh, Iâm okay.â
Valentine walked to the kitchen, placing the magazine on the marble table. He was so indifferent, while John had been worried all this time. John followed his movements blankly, blinking his eyes. Walking to the refrigerator, Valentine took out a bottle of water and poured it into a glass. He passed it to John and asked him in a caring voice.
âAre you thirsty?â
âThank youâ¦â
It was John who was rather confused by the nonchalant attitude, as if last night was only a dream. John received the glass and mechanically gulped down the water. Not only that, but he felt sure he was not in a dream when his thirsty throat was soaked with moisture. With an empty glass in his hand, John glanced at Valentine.
âIs he really being indifferentâ¦?â
Unlike Valentine, he had no idea if he could just act as if nothing had happened or what kind of attitude he should show. It was time for John to worry about narrowing the gap. Valentine, who took the empty glass from his hand, put his head closer.
ââ¦!â
And his tongue broke through the careless lips and popped right in. As soon as the hot tongue swept across the soft tissue of his bottom lip, Johnâs heart fell to the floor. The tongue that lightly scanned the inside of his mouth soon came out, but the shock remained and made John startled.
âYou, what did you just do?â
John came to his senses belatedly and stuttered in a trembling voice. Then Valentine asked back with a curious face.
âWhy?â
ââ¦â
âI canât?â
âOf courseâ¦!â
Johnâs words did not continue until the end. It was because he felt Valentineâs lips again. John tried to reflexively push him away, but both of his wrists were easily held back. Valentineâs tongue popped into his mouth to protest. This time, unlike a while ago, was a quite sticky kiss.
ââ¦Uhm!â
There was an intermittent murmur. Both of them were not closing their eyes, so each otherâs appearance was disturbed by their distorted vision. It was John who couldnât overcome the straight gaze and closed his eyes first.
âGo⦠awayâ¦â
By the time Valentine put his lips to the tip of Johnâs jaw, John pushed Valentine with all his might, and Valentine, who opened his mouth satisfactorily, obediently stepped back. Valentineâs and Johnâs lips were soaked in saliva and were red as they were swollen. Pressing his lips against the back of his hand, John stared at Valentine. The tip of the ear exposed under the brown hair was bright red.
âAre you crazy?â
âIâm not.â
âAre you still sober?â
âJohn, why are you angry?â
âHa, I donât get angryâ¦â
âWhatâs the difference between the hugs and kisses weâve had so far?â
âWhat?â
âI want to kiss you, and I will. Donât get me wrong.â
John was rather speechless by Valentineâs confident response. Does Valentine really think thereâs nothing wrong with this? John scoured his face for clues, but found nothing in the end.
âJohn.â
After a moment of silence, Valentine gave a long sigh. He was fiddling with the collar of his shirt as if he was frustrated and spat it out.
âHow long have you been wary of others?â
âWhat?â
âSince when did we care about other peopleâs standards? It seems strange to people that we sleep together every day.â
ââ¦Thatâsâ
âThink more simply. I liked kissing you⦠You didnât like it?â
One step closer, Valentine held on to Johnâs arm. His big hands were as hot as a fire.
Did I hate it?
He already knew the answer. Unfortunately, he didnât hate it. If he didnât like it, he wouldnât have been so engrossed thinking about it last night. So he thought it was more of a problem. Normal brothers donât check each otherâs brothership by kissing.
But the reason why he couldnât say that isâ¦
âDidnât you like it, John?â
Valentine blinked slowly as if he really didnât know. Looking at him, who looked at himself with a little impatience, John closed his lips in a straight line. He felt as if he were possessed by something. He knew he had to be firm, but no words of rejection were uttered. Hesitation covered his helpless rationality.
If I say no, Valentine wonât force anything anymore but he will be disappointed.
Will that make us awkward?
I wonder if we canât spend the time weâve spent so farâ¦. from now on.
With that assumption, John was suddenly afraid. He knew that they wouldnât be together like now. But he wasnât confident to give up his daily life right now. A wisp of bleak wind passed through his heart. John looked at Valentine blankly. When his eyes met with the blue eyes, the hardened lips moved on their own.
âI didnât⦠hate it.â
Valentineâs eyes deepened at Johnâs answer after silence. At the same time, the curved lips drew a loose and elegant arc. Valentine reached out his hand, feeling satisfaction and joy. A large hand covered the faintly swollen cheek, and the finger traced over the red lips with irritation.
âThen thatâs all that matters.â
ââ¦â
âIf you donât mind, thatâs all that matters.â
Is it?
He knew it wasnât such a simple matter, but John remained silent, intentionally turning a blind eye to it. From the beginning, his relationship with Valentine was far from normal. Then this muchâ¦Â Canât we just ignore it and move on?
He found an arbitrary response for self-justification. However, John turned a blind eye to the loud voice inside. Rather than the anxiety of entering the wrong path, the uncomfortable tension between Valentine and himself weighed down on him more heavily.
What on earth⦠is this feeling?
John tried to understand the complicated feelings that were like tangled threads, but soon after, even the slightest awareness of the approaching lips scattered like smoke.
Heya! Here just to say that a lot of you asked if this novel was dropped. I wonât drop any novel unless I say so in the foxaholic discord server (like Dear Benjamin). Some other comments said I was too slow, I just tl for fun and I donât want this to be my work. Also, my mother language is Spanish so Iâm slower in English. I donât feel like I need to talk about this, but sometimes it hurts to read those things, so please donât!^^