Bad Boyfriend (R-18)

Prologue: Confession

Blaire Perena admired Kasmir Park the first time he laid his eyes on the latter.

Towering height. Dark, mess of a hair. Chocolate, almond eyes. Straight, pointed nose. Plump, pink lips. Lean physique. God, he's attractive as hell.  Kasmir's really popular among the girls, even with the guys in their school. Blaire is certain that not a single person in the campus does not know him, and he is definitely one heck-of-a-lucky guy that he became friends with him. He let his feelings consume him, trying so hard to keep it from everyone, more especially from Kasmir, until one day, he just woke up realizing it is already something more than plain attraction.

He has fallen for him.

Anxious that the time is running out, having a year left before graduation, Blaire finally decides to confess. It's now or never. He thought.

He slowly turns the knob of the condo unit's door where Kasmir lives alone. He peeked a little before coming in. "Kasmir!" he called out.

Someone pinched the skin behind Blaire's neck, so Blaire startles. Kasmir chuckles when the smaller looks at him venomously. "You really are adorable, Blaire," Kasmir says, ruffling the other's hair.

Blaire couldn't think properly, he fumbled as soon as he started to take a step, and he nearly slipped. Good thing Kasmir was there to catch him.

"Hey, be careful. The floor is kinda slippery," Kasmir reminded, as he carefully holds Blaire's thin waist to guide him until they reached a part with a dry surface. "I just mopped."

Blaire felt his heart beating rapidly that anytime soon, it'll just claw out of his chest.

"So, what is you're gon' tell me? Is it so important that you had to bring your ass over here at this hour, baby boy?" Kasmir smirks. 

Blaire gulped, miserably failing to ignore the nickname the giant just gave. He felt his throat drying, but he can't turn his back now, or his feelings would haunt him tonight. And then the next night, and then the next next night. It's okay. You can do it, Blaire. He takes a long, deep breath, closes his eyes shut to earn enough confidence, then looks back onto the taller's eyes.

"Kasmir, I-" he trails off, his heart thumping loudly.

"You what?" Kasmir's brows furrowed.

"Don't laugh."

"Hmm?"

"I-I like you," he said, stuttering. He bowed his head a bit to hide his flushed cheeks. "I really like you so much, even before I am yet to be friends with you." After blurting that out, he felt a slight relief. Maybe because of the fact that he has finally spoke bold of his feelings he had been keeping for so long for the guy.

He remained still, waiting for Kasmir to say something, but not even a single word escaped from his lips. Having notice of the silence, Blaire slowly lifts his head up, only to catch a sight of the taller staring down at him with his cold eyes - cold enough to kill all the flying butterflies inside his stomach.

Blaire restrained his voice from shaking. "W-why aren't you saying anything?" he probed, fist balling on his sides as he averts his gaze from Kasmir's cold stare.

He waited a little more, but the taller kept his mouth shut.

It was already too late when it finally hits him.

Blaire knew since then that Kasmir is a f*****g player. A notorious one. All he does is play and f**k, and f**k and play. But damn, his simple gestures filled Blaire's hopes that it's still possible for an asshole like Kasmir to like him, even for just a bit. His simple acts of caring meant deeper to him.

Too bad it was.

"I-I thought, you," he pauses to breathe through his mouth, "You could have had something for me," he said, barely audible for Kasmir's ears to hear.

Kasmir scoffs. "You did?"

Blaire's eyes felt teary as a familiar ache starts to creep into his heart. He bit his lower lip, harshly wiping the tears off of his cheeks. He smiled bitterly, avoiding Kasmir's emotionless stare. "What am I saying," he snorted, "It's too impossible for a player like you, to like someone in a romantic way, right?"

Kasmir sighs then crosses his arms over his chest. "For you to ask that kind of question, I also thought you're not that dumb," he said nonchalantly.

Blaire couldn't believe what he thought about Kasmir. It's true. He couldn't be that dumb, right? Then why is he there? Why did he confess? Why did he even think the raven-haired has something for him? His own thoughts pain him a lot, he felt like his heart is being stabbed, numerous times, deep. He wanted to punch him, he wanted to kick his balls, he wanted to cut off his hands and ears for caring for him in a way that he could get the wrong idea.

Because he did.

He got the wrong idea.

Blaire started sobbing, his fringe covering his eyes as he cries his heart out loud. He wanted to tell Kasmir all of the thoughts running inside his head, but he knew he couldn't. Instead, he lowered down his pride, his ego, because yes, he still wants to be friends with him. It's the only way for me to stay beside Kasmir, he thought.

"I'm so sorry."

Kasmir quirks his eyebrows. "For what?"

"For this stupid feelings..."

Kasmir heaves a sigh.

"I know that after this, you will not talk to me anymore. You will surely stay away from me, won't you?" Blaire asked between his sobs.

Kasmir hums in reply. 

Blaire holds Kasmir's wrist. "Please don't."

The latter looks at him dismissively, quite hazy for Blaire to read his expression due to his tears. "Please dont stop talking to me. Please don't stay away from me," Blaire begged, his flushed face glistening with tears.

Kasmir looks away. He cannot stand the sight. Sure, he has been flirting and teasing him since he finds the other adorable, yet, at the same time, a loser. The "kindness" and "sweetness" he's been showing to him were all intentional, thinking it was fun to see him blush every single time he tries something on him. However, he never thought that this day would come and that it would be this pain in the ass.

"Stop crying, will you?" Kasmir hisses.

But Blaire didn't hear a thing. "Please?"

"Stop it."

"Kasmir-"

Blaire was interrupted when Kasmir suddenly pushes him harshly against the cold wall, his hands on the both sides of the shorter male, trapping him in between his long arms. Kasmir stares at his wet, pink lips. He smirked which flustered Blaire.

"What are you-hmph!"

Kasmir suddenly pressed his lips against his. Blaire winces when Kasmir started to move his lips violently. It was a mouth-bruising, sloppy kiss. It was so rough that Blaire felt like his lips are about to be ripped from his face. He tried to push him, but he's too weak. All he can do is to weep silently as Kasmir continued his painful assault on his lips. 

Not long after, the rough kiss is replaced with a gentle one. Blaire, feeling the tingles overwhelming him, mindlessly wraps his arms around Kasmir's neck as he responds into his soft and gentle kisses. Kasmir licks his lower lip asking for an entrance, and to his surprise, Blaire didn't put up a fight and just opened his mouth for him to explore.

Blaire's knees trembled. He moans silently as Kasmir's tongue gently wanders inside his hot mouth. Feeling his body heat up,  Blaire leans his petite body closer, grinding himself against Kasmir. The taller smirks, feeling the shorter male's c**k growing inside his tight pants. He is aware at the sensual rendition the adorable male's doing right before him. He leaned his head down to have a beautiful view of Blaire's white, milk skin. 

Blaire felt shivers when Kasmir breathed out warm air against his neck. "I did tell you to stop crying. Now I'm hard, 'cause your crying face is so hot..." he whispers, glancing on his face for a bit, before he grazes his lips against the shorter male's neck. Blaire whimpers as Kasmir's tongue sinfully licks his neck. "Can I..." he began biting the skin of his neck, leaving trails of red marks on it, "f**k you?"

Shivering from pleasure, Blaire clumsily hoisted himself up into Kasmir's body, coaxing him to carry him upwards. Kasmir firmly holds his butt, lifting him up, as the smaller began unbuttoning his own shirt, throwing it somewhere he doesn't know, giving no heed. Kasmir laid him on the couch, still with their lips locked, still dazed by the shorter male's exposed body.

He's so damn fuckable.

Blaire was the first one to pull out from the kiss because of lack of air. Foreheads pressed against each other as they both catch their own breaths, he abidingly stared at Kasmir's eyes, who is currently looking down at him with an unfamiliar expression. Blaire's heart breaks more upon realization. 

It's nothing special. It's lust. He's looking down at him with lust.

With a mind horribly f****d-up, Blaire pulled Kasmir's nape for another mouth-bruising kiss. He doesn't care anymore if his lips swell. He doesn't care anymore whatever it is that is about to happen between them. All he knows is that if only this is what he can have, he'll seize the hell out of it.

"Please, do."