Leaving the Past {part 3}
#4 of Time Will Tell
Well, this chapter was a bit hard for me to do. The cold kept my focus away from me, and with work/school/social...well getting better wasn't on my 'to do' list. I can't say this will be the 'last' past chapter, but it will be the last past chapter in Kai's viewpoint at least. I only like parts of this one, my creativity seemed to come and go when it felt like it. Uhm...good news is the cold is gone. Anyway some M/M action, a lot of bonding between the mains. Obviously if M/M isn't what you want, you'll have to look somewhere else. Readers 18+ onry please...not worth you getting in trouble for some smut >__>'
Well enjoy, comment, rate...do what you will as long as it's not illegal and you have fun doing it.
I was slow to wake, not wanting to as I was warm and comfortable. Van was sitting up some, reclined enough so that I could rest my head against his abdomen. My arm over his waist, hugging myself to him...I would never openly admit it, but I was a cuddler. His fingers were rubbing my ear, and probably had been since I took up resting on him. I nuzzled against him, but took notice that he smelt like he had recently taken a shower. "Jerk," I murmured, voice showing I wasn't fully awake, "I wanted us to get a shower together."
"If you didn't go into a coma every time you slept we would have," he said, sounding kind of sore about it. "Tried to get you up over an hour ago," his hand left my ear then, which I instantly missed his touch.
The sound of a page turning informed me he had chosen to keep me comfy while I slept, making me smile slightly. I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the light and judging it was almost ten. I would have to head into work soon, and leaving Van wasn't a very happy thought at the moment. "After your shift let's go out or something," I heard, as if he read what had been going through my mind. Lifting my head I turned to look up at him. He had just put the book on his nightstand, turning his attention back to me. A smile touched the corner of his lips as he looked at me, his fingers returning to rub my perked ear. Pushing myself up I met his lips, giving him a gentle morning kiss. "You need to brush," he said against my muzzle as the kiss broke...yeah leave it to him to ruin a moment. I started to pull away only to have him pull me back in for another.
"Thought I needed to brush," I breathed out as the second one ended.
"Oh you do," he assured me, "but you‘re adorable so I can overlook it at the moment."
"You're definitely a strange one," I chuckled out, throwing back the covers as I rolled out of the bed. Heading into the bathroom I went straight for the sink and started brushing my teeth. I stopped while mindlessly doing this, "What time is it?" I called...or was what I tried to say but it came out muffled and I was surprised to hear a reply of 10:10. That was probably why he wasn't in here with me, I was already cutting it close as I had to be in to work by eleven.
"Babe," I called, towel around my waist as I had just finished drying off. He poked his head in, questioning look as he waited for me to continue. I was in the walk-in closet looking around for a outfit I thought I left at his place for work. I turned my full attention to him, catching him staring at me. However, unlike me he just grinned in a ‘you know you like it' kind of way. "I thought I left a work outfit here for when I spent the night?"
He walked in, and with his back still facing the door he kicked it close. "Put it there so you could just grab it and go," he said, leaning against the door where my outfit was.
Walking over I pressed myself against him, leaning down slightly to kiss him. I couldn't get enough of him, and would have pushed the time if it wasn't so short already. I pulled back a little, and seeing that sexy smile of his made me just want to call off...but since my dad was the boss it made calling off ‘sick' a lot harder. "While it was an extremely nice gesture," I spoke, reaching up and grabbing the hanger, "I came out of the closet years ago. Shutting the door never really came to mind." He snorted as I pulled back, throwing the towel off to get dressed. I turned to see him still leaning against the door staring. "What?" I asked with a nervous laugh.
"Hmmm?" His eyes were now focused on my own.
"You're staring."
"Oh, sorry. I didn't get to see much last night, you know with it being dark and all."
"Well when I'm done you can do as much looking as you want." I finished tucking in my shirt, reaching back and smoothing out my tail fur before moving to head out. "Pick you up around eight?" I asked, leaning down for one last kiss.
"See you then," he said, opening the door for me. I really did hate leaving him...
As I got out of the car I let out a sigh. Not only was it almost eleven, I was exhausted from the long day at work. We had been unexpectedly busy, and with two waitresses calling off ‘sick' (so stole my idea) I stayed to help. It all had to be under the table work, which wasn't hard since it was my dad's business...but he didn't like me having to stay. On the plus side tips were amazing, however, being helpful and cheerful for almost twelve hours left me feeling worn out.
It was a cool autumn night with a gentle breeze, I thought it felt wonderful against my fur. Van's house was completely dark, everyone but him sleeping. He had told me Kate had some kind of recital tomorrow, and that he would be in the backyard when we talked during my break. I decided to just walk around the house, not wanting to take the chance of disturbing either Kim or Kate. "About time," I heard as I rounded the corner. Van was sitting in the crochet hammock they had set up near the pool. The pool itself was designed like a natural lake. A large rock being a way to jump into it, trees surrounding it. It was covered at the moment, heated for year round use...you know people have money when they can keep a large body of water heated for a nice portion of the year. He was watching me look around before making a motion for me to join him.
"Sorry," I said softly, voice showing my regret at working late.
"No reason to be," he said, grinning up at me as I stood next to him. He was in a navy blue t-shirt and black shorts...
"What the hell are you doing?" I growled out, suddenly agitated.
"...waiting for you?" he asked, sounding slightly confused.
"It's probably forty-five degrees tops, and you're out here in basically nothing. You're going to get sick."
"Okay mom, calm down," he sounded annoyed, looked it to. There was a moment of silence, one where neither of us wanted to say anything for fear of making the situation worst. His hand reached out and took hold of my paw, gently pulling, trying to coax me into the hammock. I admit I didn't need any coaxing, I just had trouble getting into the thing without flipping it. After some difficulty I was in and cuddling with him, the little spike of anger completely forgotten. "Sorry..." he finally murmured.
"No, I shouldn't hav..."
He brought his hand up and touched my muzzle, stopping me. From there his fingers ran through my fur, to which I sighed contently. My nose was near his neck, his scent calming me...in fact his whole presence was helping after a hard day. "You don't need to worry about me," his words were gentle like his touch. "I'm not going to get sick."
There was another long pause, us just enjoying being in each other's arms. I started to chuckle, and felt his fingers stop their movements in the fur around my neck. I felt him tense slightly, the sudden change was something that worried him I guess. "I don‘t understand why you‘re the way you are," I muttered, slightly moving my head to show I was at a lose. "I mean, with a past like your's," he started to relax because he knew where I was going now, "I don't know."
"I was kind of worried that you brushed what I showed you off," he admitted. "It's hard to believe."
"What's hard to believe is that you're this sweet caring guy with a past like that. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you are who you are. But...if it happened to me I think I would be more hateful."
My eyes were closed but I felt him shift a little, kissing the bridge of my muzzle. "I was for a bit," I felt his lips move as he said that, his breath warm against my fur.
"What happened?"
I felt his smile, "I'm pretty sure most would be interested in the before rather then the after. Like how nobody cares about the druggy during rehab, just how they got there and if they slip again."
I chuckled, "Nice analogy. Really, tell me about you're past," I asked, adding a please when I felt his hesitation.
I felt the deep breath he took, I assume trying to get his thoughts in order for the story. "There were a total of nine, Kate and I are the last ones." That surprised me, I mean it made sense but I didn't think Kate was part of this...kind of infuriated me to think she was treated that way as well. "I was the last one experimented on," he added, I probably did a low growl without even noticing. "A perfect weapon is what I was told they were after, but of course they couldn't get it right. All of us were vampiric in some way, blood being a common need...they figured that around the fifth."
"Do you need blood?"
"Worried?"
"Completely terrified," I muttered, nuzzling his neck.
After a low laugh he rubbed my ear before continuing. "It's really complicated, and I don't fully understand it either. The early ones needed blood to survive, without enough they burned out." He grew silent, his hand moving to rest on my side. I remained silent, knowing this was something he had to do at his own pace. "I want to say it's like their blood didn't know what it was itself. The consumption of blood was needed to remind it of it's own purpose...or something like that. That's the assumption for the first seven, I on the other hand, had no need for it originally. It wasn't until I killed the first guy that I needed it..."
His voice faded off, and he seemed to lose himself in his own thoughts. I waited for a moment before pulling back a little so I could look at him. "If you don't want to talk about it we don't have to."
"It's not that," he smiled slightly, "I don't know what to talk about...what do you want to know?"
"The first guy you killed deserved it, I'm just curious how you did it."
His smile widened a little, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Tell me," I whined.
He shook his head a little in disbelief. "When I said I made it stop, I was being very literal." His eyes were focused on mine in the faint moon light, watching for my reaction I guess. "I can stop time," his voice had gotten lower, as if afraid if he said it normally my judgment was going to change.
Honestly I probably should have been doubtful, but I was finding myself being way more curious. It made sense out of what I had seen happen to the guy, it also might have explained what had happened at school. "Does it hurt you?"
"No but a hunger for blood...I can't really explain it. My body just needs it."
I nodded my head in understanding, deciding to change the subject so he didn't look so uncomfortable. "So, I‘ll ask again, what made you who you are?" I asked with a grin.
"At first I was just sort of dead inside, after several years of torment I was kind of on an emotional lockdown. After several months I started to become more hateful, especially being around Kate," he sounded ashamed to say that.
"It's understandable," I assured him, my paw finding his hand and giving it a squeeze.
"We traveled around a lot, I think the old man wanted to introduce me to as many cultures as possible, see which ones I took to better. I did a lot of people watching as we traveled around but couldn't really connect with them..."
The waitress had come by the table, placing a plate on it. Van didn't catch everything she said, still trying to pick up the language, but the bottom line was free dessert. He said his thanks to the peregrine falcon, who smiled and said something like ‘You're to young to have the weight of the world on your shoulders'. She turned to the wolf and asked if he would like a refill, a smile was on his muzzle as he had watched the exchange between the two. Refilling his coffee she gave one last smile of her own before leaving.
He returned his attention back to his paper, but his ears kept doing subtle movements as he listened to what was going on around them. "Try some," he told the child after a moment.
Picking up the fork he took a small piece, placing it into his mouth. "Coffee?"
The wolf looked over the paper, seeing the perplexed look on the child's face made him chuckle. "Yep, like it?" he asked, folding the paper some to set it down.
"It's different," Van spoke before taking another bite. Forking off another piece he held it towards the wolf, silently offering some.
Leaning forward the wolf took the offering in his maw, clenching his teeth slightly so he pulled the fork out of Van's hand. He was grinning around the fork, and his tail started to move when he saw the ghost of a smile touch Van's lips but he quickly looked away. Taking the fork out he placed it in the dessert again, "Enjoy the tower?"
"The bells were interesting," he said, watching some children play in the fairly deserted street. "Why do others randomly do nice things for strangers?" he asked suddenly, looking at the wolf. Upon seeing the wolf's ears cock in a means of confusion he added, "Like the waitress bringing this over." He picked up the fork and took another bite, waiting for the wolf to answer.
"Some get satisfaction from doing things for others. It just makes them feel good that they may have helped the person out."
"They get nothing in return though."
"Sometimes, the simple fact that you helped out is enough. You'll just have to try it and see for yourself," the wolf said with a grin.
I listened to his story, smiling when he told me about how he helped a lost child find their mother soon after that. "It really stuck with me I guess," he said, sounding as if it surprised him. "My outlook started to changed, I know what happened to me was something unforgivable...yet nothing I do now will change it. I won‘t forget it, but adding more pain and suffering just taints my existence further. So I picked living my life as best I could."
"That's very noble of you. I don't know if I could do the same," I admitted, before rolling out of the hammock. I might add that in doing so, I almost landed on my face and flung Van out. "Alright babe, getting late and I want to get some shut eye before tomorrow," I said this while reaching down and picking him up.
"Sorry, I lost track of time." He didn't struggle like usual, just letting me do what I wanted this time. He was probably feeling bad for keeping me up after a long day, thinking I had to work tomorrow.
"You don't have to be sorry," I said lightly, happy that he didn't know. "I just want to get some sleep so I'm rested for whatever we do tomorrow."
"But you work tomorrow."
"Not anymore," I said grinning, "you have to put up with me all day tomorrow."
"What did I do to deserve that?" he muttered, making me stop mid-step to look down at him because he sounded serious. He was smiling, quickly grabbing my muzzle and kissing my nose. "Easy there killer," his tone now joking. A playful growl and we were in the house heading up to his room.
"You're an idiot," he sighed out, looking around in the different bathroom cabinets. I just whined pathetically, left foot paw propped up on the edge of the whirlpool bath. "I told you to put me down before you ran into something," he grumbled, sifting through items in a drawer.
"How was I suppose to know you guys moved around some furniture?" I was telling myself to suck it up...but Van was taking care of me so I was going to try and milk it as long as possible.
"Never noticed that furniture is moved around daily?" Van asked, sounding slightly surprised. I heard him close the drawer and open another, grumbling about never having to use the stuff before.
"I don't pay to much attention to the furniture." I leaned back some more in the massaging water, eyes closing as I tried to relax. The warm pulsing water was doing wonders for my tensed muscles, but unfortunately nothing for my paw. I hit it surprisingly hard off a stand...or maybe it was a chair. Either way it hurt.
My ears perked as his footsteps got closer, my right eye seeing him look at my paw. "This is going to hurt," I heard, his eyes shifting to look at mine. "Ready?"
Nodding I clenched my eyes, and flinched slightly when I felt his hand gently touch my paw.
"Done," I heard, opening my eyes to see him standing and my paw bandaged up. After looking at my paw for a moment my eyes looked Van over. His eyes showed he was exhausted, and his skin was slightly pale.
"I thought you..."
"Had to reset the bone," he mused, and I noticed the tension in his voice. "Just yell when you're ready to come out alright?"
He left the bathroom after that, my ears turning to listen for where he moved to. I looked over my paw again, the pain had receded some and I didn't feel anything from the resetting. I closed my eyes and relaxed once more, my mind on what he just did. "Van," I finally called after thinking it over.
He walked in, his movement slow as if he was thinking about everything he was doing. He was smiling, but his eyes showed he was worried. "Done already?"
I simply nodded, and waited until he walked over to help me out. I'm positive I could have managed myself without even getting the bandaged paw wet, but I needed to get this cleared up as well. The warm water started to drain, and I shivered from the slight temperature change. I didn't like how I could feel his hesitation. He was honestly afraid he was going to do something to me, which was really bugging me. As he reached down to help me up I grabbed his arm and pulled him down, my other paw hooking around the back of his neck before he had a chance to pull away. I heard the small gasp, him not liking the sudden action. He was tensed, eyes hard as he looked into mine. My whiskers were softly touching his face, which were maybe an inch apart. "You're not going to do anything to me," I said softly, keeping my eyes locked with his. I moved my paw down his arm, taking his hand and placing it against my neck.
"I'm not so sure," he said as his fingers moved in my wet fur.
"I trust you," I stated simply, and was slightly relieved that I really did believe that. I licked his lips, allowing him to pull back and wipe his mouth. I heard a ‘gross' escape him, but he was grinning now without the fear in his eyes like before. "Gross?" I asked, forcing myself up suddenly and watching how quickly he moved to help. He wrapped the towel he had around my mid section, and I placed my paws against his shoulder to steady myself. "Gross?" I repeated, him looking at me with a sly smile. "I don't think I heard any complaints the other night." I growled lightly before placing my muzzle on top of his head, just resting against him as he dried me off.
"Thanks," I heard as he turned off the dryer he was holding. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, hunched over watching him. When he spoke he hadn't been looking at me as he crouched between my legs, but now I saw those deep blue eyes.
"For what?" I asked softly, reaching down to stroke his cheek with my claws.
"Your trust," he stood up, now slightly taller from where I was sitting. I pulled him into a hug, the look in his eyes saying he needed the physical contact. "How your taking all this, it means a lot to me."
"I love you," I murmured into his ear, and felt my heart swell when he hugged tighter. "Past, present, future...all that matters is that you're mine."
"You're huge," he muttered, his tone slightly apprehensive. So, making it to bed was easy, falling asleep on the other hand...well...
We had gotten comfortable, but he ended up wanting to play some and I wasn't going to tell him no. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to." We were sitting and facing each other, legs spread with mine over his. At the moment he was attentively stroking my fully engorged member, minus the knot, and already slick with pre.
"I'm sure you're sick of hearing this," he mumbled, blushing "I don't know what I'm doing. Before last night...I've never...."
I couldn't help the wide smile on my muzzle, he looked so embarrassed at the moment. "You're adorable, you know that right?" He didn't respond and wasn't making eye contact anymore. Scooting forward some, enough to wrap my legs around him, I pulled him closer to me. My paw reached down to cover his hand that was hesitantly letting go of my member. "It's okay," I said calmly, moving my paw and his hand over the rigid flesh that demanded attention now. "This is new for you, and I want you to enjoy the moment. You do whatever feels right."
"You give complete control often?" he asked, starting to increase his grip.
"No," I panted out with a grin. "You're the only one."
My paw let go of his hand, leaning back to watch him. His hand moved up to my tapered tip, thumb gently rubbing the slit which got a moan from me. While one hand worked my shaft his other explored other parts of my body. He ran his hand up my fur, massaging the muscles underneath as he advanced. His fingers brushed against my nipple, where they stopped. I had allowed my head to fall back, but now my eyes were opened to see him looking at me curiously.
"When did you get this done?" he asked, giving the bar that ran through my nipple a slight pull.
"Shit..." I groaned out, the pleasure making a steady amount of pre run out of my shaft. My fur was soft and thick, so it's understandable he wouldn't have felt or seen it the last few days. "Around Christmas last year," I managed after another groan from him playing with it still.
"Not really good for cosmetic purposes," he muttered, as if I didn't know. I never intended to show it off, it was more for these kind of moments. His hand started it‘s descent, which I whined from the lose of attention to my nipple. I saw his smile through half closed eyes, wanting to watch his reactions but he was starting to get the best of me. The constant movement on my shaft, from the expected pumping to the unexpected squeezes and twist, was making my knot form. His hand had moved down to my sac, gently rolling around my balls before giving them a squeeze and a tug.
"You...keep that up...and it's going to end...soon," I panted out. I could feel my fur getting damp from sweat, and the room smelt heavy of my musk...but I could smell his arousal as well. It was probably that which made me suddenly grab his hands. He quickly took on a worried look, thinking he did something wrong, but I didn't give him enough time to say anything. Throwing myself on top of him, I initiated the kissing but he quickly caught on. He arched into me as our erections rubbed against each other, neither of us separating from the kiss, so we moaned into each other. I wanted that passionate, needy kiss to go on forever, but he had other ideas.
He rolled us over, forcing my arms above my head as I had to him the other night. The look in his eyes was animalistic, controlling...god how I was so turned on by him. His chest was heaving, the light hair on his chest and abdomen glistening with sweat. His muscles were clearly defined, tensed underneath the skin. I whimpered, thrusting against him...the sudden stop of that intense coupling left me needy. He leaned down, his scent strong and I licked his neck as he whispered into my ear, "You're going to stay like this until I'm done."
It was an order, and I was going to try and follow it for him. He nipped my ear like I had to him, he might have been mimicking me, but damn did it still feel good. He kissed the side of my muzzle before moving down to nuzzle my neck. He had started kissing my neck, sucking on the skin beneath my fur. A gentle blow against my skin made my whole body shiver, fur fluffing up from the sensation. I wanted to say something, encourage him like I originally planned, but he had me on edge. I was trying to focus enough not the blow my load if/when he got to my dick, not wanting this to end that suddenly. He had moved to the piercing, parting my fur to look at it before giving the nub a lick. I was panting, tongue lolling out of my muzzle. He made sounds escape me that I had never heard before, and we weren't even having sex yet...but being with someone you loved really did make a difference.
I forgot I had been focusing on what he was doing, missing the fact he had reached my cock...the shy lick almost threw me past that ‘point of no return'. I thrashed about, claws gripping the covers of his bed and foot paws kicking down. The pain from my left paw helping to bring me back, which I silently thanked God for my stupidity earlier. "You okay?" he sounded concerned, and if I was thinking about it I would probably been touched at how quickly he shift his priorities. However, I was thinking with my dick and even the pain of a broken paw wasn't going to stop me.
"Keep going," I growled out through clenched teeth, my own voice sounding foreign. He was slow to start up again, making sure I was okay...but he did get back into the groove. ‘Breath, deep breaths, in through the nose...out thro..' my groan interrupted that train of thought, his mouth taking in my tip. The sensation was mind blowing, and I had to stop him before I climaxed. I roughly sat up, pulling him into yet another kiss as I pushed both our bodies back so I was on top once more. I think he was going to try and force me down again, but I grabbed onto his erection. That got me a very nice moan and a stop to him resisting. Claw running over his slit made him jerk as I had earlier, his own lust starting to show. "You did this," I panted out, paw wrapping around both of our dicks...well as much as I could grip. "You made me a liar."
He didn't respond with anything that could be counted as verbal, his head being thrown back to the mattress. His left hand was on my back, and though he didn't have claws I could feel his nails digging through my fur and into the skin. We were thrusting against each other, my paw keeping the center of both our pleasures touching. He was about to lose it, his whole body tensed and his back arched...but his right hand suddenly enveloped my knot...I honestly wasn't expecting it. I instinctively bit down where the neck meets the shoulder, it muffling the howl as I came. My paw had also been on his back, my claws digging into the soft flesh. The orgasm seemed to last forever, I was resting on him with both of us panting heavily. I could feel the cum between us, matting down my fur. I didn't care though, I was in complete bliss...didn't have time to worry about a 'little' mess.
I gently licked some of the blood from the puncture wounds I had made, only lifting some when I felt him shudder. I could see lines left by tears, which made me feel empty inside, like all those great feelings I had just vanished. "Babe, I'm so sor..." I started apologizing only to be cut up by a harsh ‘shut up' from him. I didn't know what to do, and started to pull away when told by the same harsh voice ‘don't'. So I laid on my side beside him, his arm under my neck.
I watched as a smile started spreading over his lips, a light throaty laugh escaping him. "Wow."
"You okay?" I asked softly, gentle touching his chest. His body responded by flinching, but quickly relaxed again, and with that he did another short laugh.
"Fanfuckingtastic," he said, putting the two words together. The arm I was on moved, pulling me towards him where we shared a soft kiss. I ended up resting my head on his shoulder and chest as he was gently rubbing my ear. I started to relax again, never realizing how much I liked him petting my ears. "You just might kill me," he murmured, as his other hand rubbed our combined cum over his chest. His hand rested near my ear, his breathing and heart beat turning slow and steady. He had fallen asleep, and I was soon following his lead, lost in his peaceful presence.
"You're boyfriend's got balls," Hank spoke, as he sat down beside me on the bench. It was after practice and I was drying off after getting out of the shower. I wouldn't say people absolutely avoided me, but they didn't exactly initiate conversation while I was naked. I looked over at the big grizzly, he was one of our best defenders. He had just gotten out of the showers as well, his thick brown fur still dripping.
"Oh I know," I said with a suggestive smile, seeing if he would be uncomfortable.
"I mean to do that in front of so many people," the bear chuckled ignoring my innuendo, shaking his head in disbelief.
He was referring to this morning. It was Monday and I usually sat with the team to talk about last Fridays game. It was rare for me to see Van in the morning anyway, so I suffered through the chat thinking it's for the team not the people. Well wouldn't you know Van comes walking in and right up to the table singing some old song and moving to some unheard music. He had a business suit on, apparently having some big appointment later in the day, and I think a fedora is the type of hat he wore. Sings two verses of this song, chorus in between...I was to busy laughing at his actions while everyone else kind of just stared in shock. The parts I caught were the second verse with:
"Quality I'm custom fitted" threw his hat at me, "Got nothing on me" takes of his suit jacket, "Way I talk, my swagger" he had the jacket hung over his shoulder held by his left hand, while right hand was in his pocket as he moved towards me, "I'm the best, baby you know you need me".
It was there that I grabbed his tie and pulled him into a kiss. Which we got scolded by the principle for. Probably would have had to been there to find the humor, but it was as funny as hell...trust me.
"Anyway," the bear cleared his throat, "I just wanted to say...sorry about the whole major distance thing we've done with you. It's not that most of team hates gays, it's just not really understanding it."
"It doesn't matter," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "The team and I are on mutual grounds, and we work together so it's fine."
"Well it wasn't really fair to you."
"You the spokes person for the team now?" I asked, my ears cocked quizzically with my brow raised.
"Well kind of," he admitted with a nervous laugh. "Like I said, we didn't understand and we kept you at a distance. After seeing you two kiss though...well most of us saw that you two cared for each other and I guess that's all that matters."
"Oh really?" I was kind of doubtful over this. One kiss between two guys doesn't just clear the waters.
"It's not like it's something we're going to go paw off to anything," apparently he needed to make sure that was a known. "Anyway, apparently most of our girlfriends saw," he said with a sheepish grin. "I can personally say I was yelled at for almost three whole periods on why me and her didn't kiss like that."
"Like what?"
"Love I guess," he shrugged, but was still grinning at me. "You two honestly seemed absolutely content with each other, like nothing else mattered at the moment. So, I know it's been a few years now, and while we respected you as our best quarterback we didn't respect you yourself. I know this doesn't really change things, but we agreed that the whole ‘avoiding you' thing was childish. We're going to try and be grown up for the last season." He clapped me on the shoulder before getting up and walking away. I really didn't care, but I did still find the whole situation odd.
"Kai, can we talk?" I heard, my ears drooping from who the voice came from. Turning to face the captain, a huge ass tiger of solid muscle. Kurt was bigger then me, which was something I wasn‘t to use to.
"What?" I asked, my voice void of emotion.
"I, just wanted to say I'm sorry," he muttered, having been looking at me seriously but now at the floor in an embarrassed manner.
"You're messenger boy already did, I really didn't care."
"No," he started to scratch the back of his neck, "about us."
"There was never a us, only a few lustful moments."
"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, looking at me with worry in his light blue eyes. "I just couldn't be open like you wanted."
"You had your priorities, and I had mine. I wasn't going to live a secret life, and can only hope you realize it's no way to live." With that I turned and walked away.
"See you tomorrow," I heard, his voice sad...I really hoped he wasn't thinking I would suddenly go back to him if he was willing to have an open relationship. I simply gave a wave before turning the corner.
Time went on as it usually did, life had it's ups and downs but I had Van at my side which made everything alright. We just fit together so well, our biggest fight was on me buying shit for him. Random things I thought he would like I would buy and take to him...he ended up flipping. "Save your God damn money Kai," he had shouted at me. "I have money, if I want it I'll get it." I tried to explain that I wanted to show how much he meant to me...he shoved me out the door and called me the most stupidest person he had ever met before slamming it in my face. I actually cried over this, lame I know...but it hurt. He ended up at my house after having time to cool down. He explained how he didn't want my money, just me. Long story short we quickly made up...and that's how must of our fights would go if we had them. One of use would see the fault and apologies for it. Everything was going fine, perfect even...until his family died.
((In case anyone was curious, the song is by Mary J Blige. Most would know it form AT&T commercial...also that moment pretty much happened to me. Friend was trying to cheer me up by being ridiculous...oh and it worked XD There wasn't any suit though, or a kiss at the end...I was to busy trying to get away from him because I couldn't breath...douche almost killed me with the randomness. Anyway hope you guys enjoyed this part...))