His crazy heart (MXM)

Chapter 4: Uncontrollable Passion

As the meal progressed, John found it impossible to tear his gaze away from Greg. While everyone else at the table was engrossed in their food, he was captivated by Greg's lips as they moved with a certain fondness for the meal. The red and delicate nature of Greg's lips made him yearn to taste them, wondering what such an experience would be like. They appeared more appetizing than any dish on the table, and the urge to capture and savor those enticing lips was overwhelming. He struggled to contain it. So lost in his daydreams about those tantalizing lips was John that he failed to notice Maria tracing his intense stare back to its source - Greg's face.

Maria's brow furrowed when she observed John's unusual fixation on Greg. Unable to ignore it any longer, she finally spoke up, "John, is something wrong? Aren't you enjoying your meal? Why are you staring at Greg?" Her words drew attention from the others who turned their heads towards John, including an oblivious Greg who had been busy indulging in the delicious spread before him.

"Nothing...I'm not staring," John stammered as he abruptly rose from his seat, "I've finished eating; if you'll excuse me." With that said, he hastily retreated upstairs, filled with embarrassment.

"How could she just blurt that out? I wasn't ogling at Greg,” John muttered under his breath as he tried convincing himself otherwise but found his heart unwilling to accept this denial.

"What's happening here?" Maria called after him quietly.

"Damn! Why did you sneak up on me like a ghost? You scared me!" John shot back at his sister while clutching his chest and catching his breath.

"Why so jumpy? Aren't you a cop?" Maria teased. "John, be honest with me now. What brings you here this time? You never visit unless there's something on your mind, so out with it." Maria stood in a commanding pose, hands on her hips.

John sighed as he looked at his sister. She was right; she knew him well. Still, he refused to admit anything absurd. "There's nothing to discuss this time, sis. Can't I visit my own sister?" He held his ground.

'So you've finally put up your defenses,' Maria thought as she approached John. Her eyes radiated a warmth that John found hard to resist. Despite his reluctance, she tried coaxing him with a soft tone, "But I can see it."

"I said there's nothing!" John retorted through clenched teeth before hastily unlocking the door and darting inside, slamming it shut behind him with such force that Maria felt her body shake from the impact.

Taken aback by her brother's sudden display of frenzy, Maria whispered to herself, "Alright then," before descending the stairs. But why was he blushing? She pondered over the image of John's flushed face.

By the time Maria returned to the dining room, it had been cleared and Greg was in the kitchen washing dishes.

"Thank you so much Greg! But you really didn't have to do this; you're a guest here," Maria exclaimed as she joined Greg in the kitchen.

"It's no trouble at all; you've offered me your home and fed me well," Greg replied with a smile while scrubbing away at a dish in his hands. "The least I could do is help clean up."

"You're too kind!" Maria couldn't help but compliment him before changing the subject. "Greg, can I ask you something?"

"Of course! What is it?" Greg looked up at Maria curiously.

"It's about my brother," Maria hesitated before continuing.

"Your brother?" A look of confusion crossed Greg’s face.

"Yes," Maria confirmed, then paused before continuing. "I noticed him staring at you during dinner and he was acting rather odd. Have you two met before?"

"No, we don't really know each other. He just helped me out of a jam today," Greg explained.

Maria was surprised at this revelation. 'So my aloof brother actually cared about someone?' she thought to herself.

"Yes, he did. Is there a problem?" Greg asked noticing Maria's change in tone.

"No, not at all!" Maria laughed off his question. "Let's finish these dishes and get some sleep, okay?" She glanced out the window to see the rain falling heavily outside. It had been pouring since they arrived at her apartment and she imagined how tired Greg must be by now.

Greg nodded in agreement but remained silent.

"Goodnight," Maria murmured warmly to Greg.

"Goodnight," he replied as he made his way to the guest room for the night. He shivered slightly at the thought of sharing a roof with John and felt a cold sweat forming on his brow as he remembered his earlier strange behavior; even the chill from the relentless rain outside couldn't cool him down.

With anxiety coursing through his veins, Greg delicately and quietly turned the doorknob. However, the door seemed to have a mind of its own, producing a startling and alarming creak as he nudged it open. It was almost as though the door was conspiring to announce his presence. Muttering a curse under his breath at the obstinate door, Greg stepped into the room. He fervently hoped that John would be fast asleep by now. His decision to tackle the dishes had been nothing more than a stalling tactic, in hopes that John would dismiss him and retire for the night since he had left dinner table earlier.

All hopes faded to dust when reality shattered Greg's illusions. A sudden chill crept down his spine, signaling the unwavering gaze burning into his back. Clenching his jaw, he silently acknowledged, "He's not asleep."

Greg closed his eyes briefly, drawing in a deep breath to brace himself for what might come next. When he turned around, a surge of fear nearly propelled him backward as John's intense stare locked onto him without faltering. The steely gray of John's eyes bore into Greg like a hunter fixated on its prey, sending shivers through his tense body. Every shallow breath betrayed Greg's mounting unease. "You're still up?" he managed to stammer out, his voice betraying the lingering panic that gripped him. Instead of answering, John abruptly... stood up and took hard, decisive strides toward him.

Greg fidgeted, his fingers nervously clutching at the fabric of his clothes. A startled scream escaped him as he felt hands gripping his shoulders unexpectedly.

John wasted no time closing the distance between them, their faces so close they could feel each other's breath on their skin. Under Greg's wide-eyed stare, John reached out and cradled his face, stroking it in a sensually torturous manner. The man before him bore little resemblance to the officer Greg had encountered just hours earlier; this was not the proud and competent man who had once arrested him for disturbing the peace at the market. Instead, John seemed driven by an uncharacteristic lust.

Caught off guard by John's actions, Greg found himself momentarily stunned before regaining some semblance of control. However, fear and panic quickly took hold of him. Although he was attracted to men, he had never been intimate with anyone until now. Ever since realizing his s****l preference, he had lived in a state of fear and self-consciousness, always being careful around others to avoid judgement. He'd managed well so far but worried about what his parents might think.

The man standing before him was making it difficult for him to maintain his composure; he could feel John's touch on his skin causing a tingling sensation as if butterflies were fluttering in his stomach - he yearned for more. Shivers coursed up his spine as his heart rate skyrocketed dangerously high causing anxiety-induced nausea.

This was exactly what terrified him: losing himself in overwhelming desire and exposing who he truly was. The longing within him was intense; the way John caressed his cheeks weakened his knees. Who wouldn't react that way when a handsome, aloof man came so close and touched them? But one thing troubled him: John wasn't known to be attracted to men and might just be testing boundaries.

A pang of sadness hit Greg at this realization. Amidst his desire, he mustered the courage to ask, "What are you doing?" He bit his lower lip nervously, silently pleading for help from some unseen force to stop John.

"Please stop!" A plea slipped from Greg's lips. 'Why is he doing this to me? And why am I so affected by his touch?' he questioned inwardly.

Oblivious to the turmoil he was causing, John continued stroking Greg's smooth but now flushed face. Their eyes remained locked in an intense stare as they both succumbed to their lustful desires, while Greg's heart pounded at an alarming rate.

"Greg, I...I'm sorry," John stammered out, unable to restrain himself any longer. "Can I kiss you?"

Overwhelmed with desire, Greg found himself locking eyes with John for a moment before he nodded in agreement. However, a sudden realization struck him; something wasn't quite right. He shouldn't succumb to his desires simply because he couldn't resist the enthralling touch of John, especially when it was unclear whether John fully comprehended the implications of his actions. Attempting to push John away, Greg found it too late; by the time his hand had moved, John had already leaned in and claimed his lips.

Caught in an unexpected situation, Greg felt powerless and allowed John's kiss while his hands rested on John's firm chest. The intoxicating sensation of being kissed for the first time by someone he admired sent shivers down his spine and caused butterflies to flutter relentlessly in his stomach. His knees weakened under the overwhelming emotions, causing him to lean more into John's body as his hands slowly made their way around John's neck.

This was how he had been feeling since that day at the market when John pinned him down. He parted his lips, allowing John's tongue entry into his warm mouth where it explored every corner as if memorizing each detail. Their tongues danced together perfectly and gently.

"Hmm," they moaned together as their passionate kiss escalated further. Curiosity led John's hand under Greg's pajama top where he gently caressed Greg’s n*****s which sent tingling sensations throughout Greg’s body.

Suddenly finding support in each other became a necessity rather than a desire as their bodies craved more of this newfound intimacy. As Greg’s legs began to wobble beneath him, John swiftly hoisted him up against the wall.

"Ahh," they gasped simultaneously as their lower bodies connected and their arousal brushed against one another. Without wasting any time, John began moving rhythmically against Greg while they continued to moan from the repeated contact.

"Oh my God, I'm going to..." Greg's voice trailed off as his eyes closed and his breath hitched. Pleasure coursed through him, pooling in his lower body until he couldn't hold back any longer. He climaxed!

The shuddering of Greg's body sent John over the edge too, causing him to release. They both panted heavily, trying to catch their breaths.

Suddenly, John seemed to regain his senses and almost instantly Greg landed on the floor with a loud thud.