Jock Next Bed (BL)-Chapter 244: Provocation

Chapter 244: Provocation
Chris had just finished changing. The outfit settled on him like it had been tailored not just for his body, but for this very moment. Black, structured, sharp at the shoulders, soft where it needed to flow. Lace glinted against the light, thin and patterned, edged in gold like a whisper of danger. Silver accents along the buttons and belt gleamed provocatively, catching light in ways that dared anyone to look and get burned.
He ran a hand through his red hair, tugging it back before letting it fall naturally, framing his face in messy, calculated perfection. His reflection caught his gaze, and his chest constricted just slightly.
Fuck. He was hot.
Before he could even straighten his blazer, the curtains behind him parted, rudely, with a swish of velvet.
Wilson stepped inside, eyes immediately locking onto Chris. His lips parted in a low whistle that seemed to rattle the air. "I knew it," he said, voice thick with mock awe. "The moment I saw this outfit, I knew it would fit you perfectly. I’m good with these things."
Chris laughed, chewing his lower lip. The sound was nervous, awkward in a way he didn’t expect. His stomach twisted in a deliciously tense knot. He could feel it in his chest, a buzzing anticipation, the kind that made the world tilt just slightly.
"Why?" Wilson pressed, cocking his head, a brow raised. "Don’t like it?"
Chris shook his head, voice quieter than intended, careful. "It’s not that." He paused, exhaling softly as though he were letting a secret slip free. "Sky... would go crazy."
The teasing glint in Wilson’s eyes brightened. "Ah," he said, "so this isn’t about the clothes. It’s about the chaos you’re about to unleash."
Chris grinned. "Exactly."
Wilson smirked wickedly, the kind that suggested he knew exactly how much fun the next few moments were going to be. "Well, you’re about to find out, ’cause he’s already here." His lips curved into a sly, knowing smile. "I’ll be gone now... before he kills me for daring to barge into your dressing room."
And with that, he was gone.
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Sky’s turn came next. He was led into the dressing area, and for a moment, he paused, surprised by how empty it felt. Where was everyone? He glanced around, half-expecting someone to leap out or at least hear their voiced, only to be told they each had separate rooms.
His mind was still twisting around that piece of information when the curtains on the right slid open.
Wilson stepped out, casual as ever, giving a lazy wave. "Take it easy," he said, a teasing lilt to his voice that carried unspoken warning. Then he vanished, leaving Sky staring at the empty air.
Sky frowned. Take it easy? What did that mean?
He didn’t have time to puzzle it out.
Because the curtains opened again.
And Chris stepped through.
Not gently, not like some cinematic reveal with slow music swelling. He moved as though the air itself had parted just for him, as though gravity had decided to pause and watch.
Sky froze. The sound of his own heartbeat filled his ears.
The first thing he noticed: the hair. Red, untamed, catching light like fire, strands falling lazily across his forehead, framing those impossible blue eyes. Eyes that swept the space with quiet, unshakable certainty. Sky’s chest tightened before he realized it, and he found he couldn’t breathe for a moment.
And then... the outfit.
The blazer was sharp, pristine, cut to perfection. Open, just enough to reveal the delicate lace beneath. Thin, patterned, edged with gold that glittered like sunlight on water. A slender chain rested casually against his chest, neckline dipping provocatively, teasing without revealing everything. Chris stood confident, exposed even, but like he knew exactly what he was doing.
This was not just a look. It was provocation.
Sky stared, unconsciously, mouth slightly agape.
He felt like the world had shifted, like the air had gone electric.
Two thoughts struck him at once:
He would never forget this entrance.
And he would never look at lace the same way again.
Chris was also looking at him in an interesting way. Because not only was Sky’s hair beautifully styled, the studs in his ears and nose gave him a cool edge. His outfit wasn’t even finished yet, and he already looked like someone who could stop time. Too good.
Sky broke the stares first.
"Oh, fuck no," he muttered under his breath, unable to stop the words from leaving him.
Chris barely had time to blink before Sky was in front of him. One hand clamped around his wrist, tugging him back into the dressing room. The curtains clicked shut behind them with a muted thud, sealing them in a private storm.
Chris tilted his head, bemused. "Sky?"
Sky didn’t answer immediately. His gaze dragged over the lace, the shimmer of gold edges, the open chest, the necklace that gleamed like temptation itself. His jaw clenched tight, fingers twitching.
"Why... why do you look like..." He stopped, swallowed, frustrated with his own inability to articulate the heat clawing through his chest. "...Like this?"
Chris raised an eyebrow, teasing but calm. "Like what?"
Sky’s voice dropped, rough and low, trembling just slightly. "Like you’re about to walk into a room and ruin someone’s life."
A slow curve of lips. "Is that what I look like?"
Sky didn’t smile. He flicked his eyes down again, tracing the lines of the blazer over the lace, the gold edges that claimed space in ways that made his pulse thud painfully. "...Like someone else could just... see you. Want you. Take you."
Chris stepped closer, the fabric of his lace whispering as he moved. "They can see me... and want me. But they can’t take me."
Sky’s hands lifted unconsciously, brushing the chain against his fingers, tracing the edge of the blazer, as if memorizing every line before the world did. His heart pounded, ears roaring with anticipation and fear.
Chris noticed the tension. The tight jaw, the slight hitch in his breath. His lips curved into a small, private smile when he saw Sky wearing the necklace he had gifted him. A mirrored rebellion, intimate and silent.
"Why do you look this pretty?" Chris murmured, low, rough, a tremor of something dangerous in his voice. "Are you going out there to make people want you?"
Sky arched a brow, teasing despite the heat in his chest. "Are you talking about me... or yourself?"
Before Chris could respond, Sky closed the last distance between them.
Their lips met. Firm. Unhesitating.