Jock Next Bed (BL)-Chapter 238: Losing his mind

Chapter 238: Losing his mind
I want you.
Before Sky could even think of a denial, Chris reclaimed his mouth, this kiss deeper, hungrier than any before. It swallowed Sky’s gasp, devouring any lingering embarrassment. Chris’s hand slid to the back of Sky’s head, tilting it, deepening the angle, pulling him into an inescapable current.
Chris moved with deliberate slowness, his body pressing down, molding against Sky’s. His other hand, hot and firm, traced a path along Sky’s side, over his hip, then settled on the curve of Sky’s ass with a possessive squeeze.
Meanwhile, Sky’s hand slid down Chris’s bare back, finding the indent of his spine, tracing it downwards, exploring every taut muscle. Chris shifted, groaning softly, his hips grinding lightly against Sky’s.
Breaking the kiss only for a moment, Chris leaned his forehead against Sky’s, their shared breaths coming in hot, uneven pants. His voice was pure whiskey-dark desire when he rumbled, "One day, Sky." His thumb rubbed slow, deliberate circles over the crease where thigh met ass. "I’m going to give you exactly what you want." A sharp nip to Sky’s lower lip. "Going to fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days."
Sky’s eyes, already wide, somehow widened further. The bluntness. He stared up at Chris, breathless, his mind reeling from the sheer audacity.
A flicker of his usual defiance, his need for control, surfaced. He managed to force out a short, breathy laugh, "It might be the other way around." The words were rough, barely a whisper against Chris’s lips.
Chris’s answering smirk was pure sin. He captured Sky’s wrists in one large hand, pinning them above his head as his other hand slid between their bodies, a calculated brush against Sky’s straining groin. "We’ll see about that, Sato," he breathed against Sky’s mouth before claiming it again.
Their bodies moved together. Chris’s fingers curled into Sky’s ass, pulling him flush, rocking them both. Sky’s moans were muffled against Chris’s mouth, a sweet, uninhibited sound. His other hand, meanwhile, moved.
There was surprisingly no hesitation in his movement when he reached between Chris’s legs, a firm, possessive stroke that made Chris release sound of pure pleasure.
Sky chuckled faintly, a low, satisfied rumble in his chest.
Chris pulled away, glaring at him, but his eyes were bright with a mixture of annoyance and pure heat.
Sky laughed again, a rare, uninhibited sound. "You’re sensitive."
"Really?" Chris raised a brow, a challenge in his voice. "Should I remind you about last night—"
"Shut up." Sky’s voice was firm, a sudden shift in tone. And then, with a shocking surge of strength and agility, he flipped them.
Not. Again.
Chris was caught completely off guard. It had happened out of nowhere. He tried to find his balance, but Sky was already on top of him, straddling him, one hand pressing firmly against Chris’s throat. Not choking, not painful, but utterly dominant, holding him in place.
"Stop fighting. I won’t do... that to you," Sky said, his voice quiet and firm, but a blush was coloring his cheeks, betraying a hint of embarrassment for his own intensity.
He leaned down and nibbled on Chris’s lips tentatively, his hand remaining firmly on Chris’s throat.
Chris’s mind raced in a mix of horror and exhilaration. God, Sky was aggressive.
Whenever they kissed or made out, he went full... dominant. Pressing him down, making sure he was helpless, and now even choking him. He was supposed to not feel excited by it. But unfortunately, he could feel the excitement, a primal thrill coursing through him. Especially when Sky slowly began to rub himself against him.
Dry humping him.
The actual fuck!
The air grew thick with their escalating desire, the scent of their arousal musky and intoxicating. Each deliberate thrust sent waves of sensation through Chris, making his breath hitch and his hips instinctively buck in response, meeting Sky’s friction, humping him too. Their eyes met, locking in a fierce, unspoken challenge—Sky’s gaze blazing with dominance, Chris’s burning with an equally potent fire.
Sky broke the kiss, trailing his mouth along Chris’s jawline, his teeth gently scraping before he latched onto the sensitive skin just beneath Chris’s earlobe. He sucked, hard, eliciting a raw, choked groan from Chris that he immediately muffled with a deep, consuming kiss.
Sky’s other fingers tangled in Chris’s damp hair, tightening, pulling gently but firmly, tilting Chris’s head back to expose more of his neck, where his hand was not already covering.
Chris, never one to be outmaneuvered, responded in kind. His hands, tracing the hard lines of Sky’s back, slid higher, gripping Sky’s shoulders with possessive strength. One hand slipped to the nape of Sky’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling, urging Sky closer, deeper into the relentless rhythm they were building. His other hand, meanwhile, migrated lower, deliberately brushing against Sky’s straining cock through their shorts, a bold, confident stroke that made Sky gasp against his lips.
But then...
"I may die," Chris said breathlessly, his voice a little strained. "Your hand."
As though Sky just realized, he let go at once, looking horrified. "S-Sorry." He stuttered and pulled back gently, but still straddling him. "A-Are you... okay?"
Chris was trying to catch his breath. So was Sky. Chris propped himself up on his elbows and laughed, a cough escaping him. "Yes. I... think so."
"Sorry," Sky said again, his blush deepening.
"It’s... okay." Chris coughed. "I understand you like to get a little... intense. But try not to kill me while at it. You’d cry if I died."
Chris was teasing him, a light touch to diffuse the intensity, but he didn’t get the usual teasing response he was expecting from Sky.
Instead, Sky was just looking at him, his finger brushing Chris’s neck. Then, with a soft movement, he helped Chris sit up so that he was now straddling Chris’s lap, Chris’s hands wrapping instinctively around his waist. Sky’s hard-on pressed directly into Chris’s.
"Why... aren’t you saying anything?" Chris asked, a faint frown touching his brow.
"I will not cry if you die," Sky said, his voice flat.
Chris let out a short laugh, a huff of disbelief. "Is that what you were thinking about?"
"I will die if you die." Sky interrupted, his gaze piercing.
Silence descended, heavy and charged.
Chris was again left completely speechless.
"It’s a little bruised," Sky said, his hand brushing over Chris’s neck again, a feather-light touch that still sent shivers down Chris’s spine.
He shifted even closer.
Chris stilled.
"It looks... pretty though." Sky found himself saying as his light touch lingered on Chris’s neck, the words coming out softer than intended.
Sky’s eyes. His actions. His words. And their current position, with Sky straddling him, sitting on Chris’s lap, Chris’s hard-on directly pressing into the crack of Sky’s butt, only being seperated by the light material of both their shorts, was making it very difficult for Chris’s mind to work.
Fuck. He was losing his mind.