Jock Next Bed (BL)-Chapter 237: You want me, huh?

Chapter 237: You want me, huh?
Chris blinked, startled. "What? Sky—are you crazy?" He sounded genuinely shocked, which only fueled Sky’s frantic fear.
Sky’s grip tightened. He couldn’t let go. Not now.
Maybe not ever.
Chris turned fully now, his free hand cupping Sky’s cheek gently, his thumb brushing away the dampness Sky hadn’t realized was there. "No. God, no. I just thought... maybe you’d want that. I’ve been thinking. About everything. About how you’ve had to deal with all this mess because of me. I saw how much it’s weighing on you. And—Wilson said—"
"Wilson?" Sky echoed, confused and almost offended. Wilson, the ever-sensible one, had put these ideas in Chris’s head? It made his spiraling worse.
Chris gave a sheepish smile. "He said I should stop expecting you to fit into my world just because I want you in it. That maybe we need to... slow down."
Sky’s eyes searched his face, his heart still thrumming with fear. "And do you want to slow down?"
Chris hesitated, his gaze dropping for a fraction of a second, and in that moment, Sky’s panic spiked again.
He wants to. He actually wants to.
But then Chris’s voice dropped to a whisper. "No."
Sky’s shoulders sank, the tension easing from them like a flood finally retreating.
The relief was so profound it almost buckled his knees.
Chris smiled faintly. "I just don’t want to be the reason you fall apart."
Sky swallowed, voice raw. "You’re not."
"Breathe."
Sky groaned softly and let his head fall onto Chris’s shoulder, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. The intensity of his fear had drained him.
He tried to breathe well.
Chris brushed Sky’s hair back from his forehead.
"Don’t worry too much," he said gently. "We’ll be fine. Let them talk. We know what we are."
Sky didn’t answer. He just nodded against Chris’s skin, taking in the steady rhythm of his breathing, the solid warmth of his body.
They sat like that for a while, the silence thick with emotion, the last vestiges of Sky’s spiral slowly receding.
Then Chris pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eyes. And he said, almost shyly, "Can I still kiss you?"
Sky didn’t answer with words. He leaned in and kissed him.
Softly at first. A gentle press of lips, like a promise not to vanish. Then slower, deeper, until Sky’s hand slid around the back of Chris’s neck, pulling him in. Chris shifted, kissing him back with more urgency, his hands finding Sky’s waist and tugging him closer.
Sky exhaled shakily against his mouth. "Try not to walk around shirtless."
Chris chuckled and nodded. "I’ll try."
Sky kissed him again, desperate now, like he was trying to make up for every second he’d wasted doubting them.
Chris moved forward, pushing Sky back onto the bed. His body hovered just above him, one hand beside Sky’s head, the other pressed against his chest, grounding him.
Their mouths met again, harder this time. Their bodies tangled,.fingers dragging across skin, legs brushing. Chris’s hand skimmed beneath the hem of Sky’s shirt, mapping out his ribs with soft, reverent touches.
Sky’s breath hitched. His eyes flickered towards the drawn curtains, then to the closed door. He remembered their friends were still just outside, their laughter and splashes still faintly audible. The thought made him hesitate for a fraction of a second, a fleeting return of his earlier anxiety.
Then he looked at Chris, whose gaze was intense, patient, waiting. And the hesitation vanished, drowned out by a different kind of urgency.
Chris smiled. "You sure?"
Sky pulled him down by the collar, a fierce, almost desperate tug. "Shut up."
The world outside vanished.
There was only breath. Skin. The sound of their hearts beating too loud.
Chris was on top of him, his skin warm and smooth under Sky’s touch. Every line of his chest, the soft curve of his waist, the twitch of muscle when Sky’s fingers skimmed across his ribs.
Chris had never looked more undone.
And yet he was in control.
His mouth trailed from Sky’s jaw down to the side of his neck, biting gently at the same spot he’d left a mark the night before. Sky hissed, tilting his head, fingers curling against Chris’s lower back as if to drag him impossibly closer.
"Still not taking that shirt off?" Chris murmured against his throat, smirking, a playful challenge in his voice.
"No," Sky muttered, breath shallow. "You’re already being greedy."
Chris chuckled, low and wicked, before letting his teeth scrape over Sky’s collarbone. "I like greedy."
Sky’s hands gripped his hips in retaliation, pulling their bodies flush. He wasn’t just reacting; he was dictating. Chris let out a shaky sound, something between a groan and a gasp, then continued exploring the sharp lines of Sky’s abdomen, his touch reverent but firm.
They moved like they’d done this a thousand times in their heads but never out loud. Like their bodies had memorized the steps already. Mouths clashing, hands everywhere, hips pressing, frantic and deliberate all at once. Sky was a storm, Chris a steadying force that still allowed for chaos.
Chris kissed him again, deeper this time, one hand tangling in Sky’s hair as if anchoring himself. Sky returned the pressure, his own fingers digging into Chris’s scalp, an unspoken demand for more.
Sky’s breath caught.
His heart pounded.
His mouth opened before his brain could catch up, the words a raw, unfiltered rush of everything he was feeling, everything he was, in this moment, desperate for.
"I want you," he whispered.
Chris froze.
The air shattered.
Like glass cracking under heat.
Sky blinked.
Chris blinked.
Their faces were inches apart. Close enough to kiss. Close enough to kill.
"...What?" Chris asked, eyes wide, a tremor in his voice that mirrored the shock in Sky’s own.
Sky stared, completely horrified with himself. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Not like that. Not yet. The words hung in the air, exposed, vulnerable. His carefully constructed walls, shattered by two simple words. "What?"
Chris’s wide eyes held his for a long moment, not with judgment, but with an unreadable mix of surprise and something far deeper. Then, a slow, impossibly sexy smirk spread across Chris’s lips. He leaned in, closing the small distance between them.
"You want me, huh?" Chris whispered, his breath hot against Sky’s mouth. It wasn’t a question, but a statement of absolute certainty, delivered with a confidence that made Sky’s stomach clench.