Chapter 7.
Noises in the hallway. Harsh laughs with an edge of hysteria and stumbling steps.
Kim's heart leapt into his throat and his eyes flew open. Partially asleep, but alert with anxiety, he stared blindly at the grey curtains. Thinking he was home in his bed.
He didn't hear the boys pass harmlessly by the door. He heard his mother arrive in the early hours of the morning - with the friends, or strangers, she'd run into that night.
Don't come in. Don't come in.
His ears twitched and his mouth went dry. He swallowed tightly.
A cool palm brushed lightly over his nape and he squealed, heart thundering and limbs flaying.
Strong hands gripped his arms and Kim panted, vision clearing as he stared at Yas.
The albino's pupils were large with uncertainty and Kim's eyes filled with distress.
And perhaps Yas felt that; felt Kim's need for dependence and a steady touch - because his face calmed and the fingers around the redhead's nape firmed, guiding him forward into a hard embrace.
Kim heaved dryly, gut clenched tight and muscles trembling. Yas rubbed soothingly over his upper back, lips pressed to his cheek and breathed evenly, giving Kim a rhythm to follow.
Slowly Kim's heart slowed to match the pattern of the hands and breaths on his skin. He nuzzled into the albino's slender throat, inhaling that musky scent that wasn't strange anymore. It was simply Yas.
Cool lips pressed to his neck and pale fingers carted through his unruly hair.
"Better?" Yas whispered.
Kim tilted his head and answered by brushing their lips together. The kiss was like a cold drink of water - flowing through his veins in a soothing stream.
He sighed and wound his arms around the albino's long neck, feeling snowy strands slide over his skin. Yas' lips were so full and soft and it was so satisfying to nibble and suck that plump lower lip.
Kim's breathing was quickly deepening and his mind clouding. Yas was so comforting. So relaxing. It was easy to lean into him and open up.
His shaft filled, pressing against the confines of his shorts and dampening the cloth.
"Mmh." Kim pressed closer and Yas rolled onto his back, letting Kim sprawl on top of him.
Kim drew up his legs, ignoring the sharp twinges in his tail, and pressed his constricted erection against the albino's belly. The layers of fabric were frustrating and he groaned.
Yas' hands slid down the smaller boy's flank and gripped his hips, guiding him down until a hard bulge pressed onto his pelvis - and Kim thought he might come right there with a tongue in his mouth.
He tensed his thighs and used all the restraint he'd gathered over the years to keep the pleasure at bay. To make this last.
Yas reached between them, lifting Kim a fraction, and the curl of his hips was accompanied by the soft pop of a button. Cool fingers then pressed into Kim's shorts, releasing him like a spring, and lowered him until their cocks touched.
"Mm!" Kim opened his mouth wide and Yas' wet tongue pressed in as far as it could go, while a pale hand tightened around them and pumped.
Pleasure ripped into him, tingling in his toes and racing up into his balls, until his breath hitched, and he spilled into Yas' hand.
Cool slick coated him shortly after, followed by a harsh rattle that echoed through Kim's bones and had goosebumps rushing over his skin. But that touch of fear only intensified the release and he ground his hips harder.
The tension faded all at once and his muscles turned to liquid. He lay heavily on top of the taller boy and their mouths separated languidly.
"Feel good?" Yas panted against his jaw.
"Uh-huh." Kim mumbled and nestled back into that damp neck.
He was filled with gratitude and affection. Emotions so strong that he hardly knew what to do with them and he clutched the albino tight.
"Bad memories?" Yas breathed, stroking gently into his hair again and Kim nodded shortly.
He didn't want to talk about them - he feared the shame and the pain that would be uncovered - and the extent of the issues that inevitably followed. If he didn't acknowledge his past, maybe it would fade away.
He wanted the sweater gone - wanted to feel all that white skin against him - and his palms slid up the small of the albino's back and ran across knotted flesh.
Yas stiffened and Kim's eyes went wide. Scars. Large and numerous.
He lay very still. Hoping he hadn't just ruined everything by exposing a dark secret too soon.
"...I have them too." Yas finally rasped, and Kim was lightheaded with relief when the arms around him didn't withdraw.
He lifted a fraction, grasping for words. His disastrous home life had left him isolated and he didn't know the first thing about comforting anyone. Much less how to tend deep and painful memories.
What did Yas expect from him? Horror? Sympathy? Or was he more like Kim, where the subject was too raw to discuss. At least for now.
Wide red pupils met his gaze. Yas' pale features were blank and distant - blood red lips beautifully swollen and icy hair pooling beneath him like a pillow.
Kim had been on the receiving end of physical abuse, more than he cared to remember, and he was pretty sure he knew what he was seeing.
He exhaled shakily and spread his hands wide across the scars - accepting them without words - and lowered his head to kiss that gorgeous mouth.
Yas sighed and the tension drained from his limbs. His arms curled tighter around Kim and hardened sweetly.
Their cum was drying and itching between them, but the redhead didn't care. As long as Yas kept holding him close.
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"Kim?" A gentle touch smoothed over his cheek and he looked up into Cassius' cherubic face, gaze soft with concern.
His honey curls were damp from the lake and there was a light touch of pink across the bridge of his nose.
"Are you alright? Yas isn't hurting you?" The blonde spoke in his head.
Kim's head was tucked beneath the albino's chin and he smiled softly. His tail pounded terribly, but it paled compared to the warmth in his chest, and he shook his head a fraction.
Cassius returned the smile and snuggled right up against them - tanned skin warm from the sun and Yas stirred.
"I don't know how you can breathe like that. It always makes my feet stomp." The blonde grinned and looked up into Yas' slow blinking eyes.
"Hi, sleeping beauty." Cassius said out loud and leaned in to kiss the albino's mouth. "Did you have a good day?"
Yas' response was a contented sigh against Cassius' lips and the thumb at Kim's nape stroked lightly.
The curtains parted and Chilla's silver hair glinted in the light. His large eyes darkened with disapproval.
"Have you both been inside all this time? It's not healthy." He scolded and Cassius waved his hand in friendly dismissal.
"Look at them, sweetie. This was a day of healing." Tanned fingers smoothed back Kim's hair and warm lips pressed to his brow. "Wasn't it?"
Kim smiled again and Cassius kissed his mouth, hand sliding lower.
"Alright." Chilla clapped his hands sharply and instantly gained everyone's attention.
"Did you have lunch?"
Yas' flushed cheeks were answer enough and Chilla held open the curtains. "We brought dinner. Everyone come eat."
Kim's stomach growled and he regretfully lifted, awkwardly tucking himself back into his shorts. Cassius came to the rescue with a wet wipe and a short while later the boys all sat in a circle on the floor.
Chilla passed Kim a cooling pack and a bowl of vegetable stir fry with peanut sauce and chili dressing.
The albino's bowl was entirely carnivorous and he munched on crisp chicken happily. The headboy had an equal serving of meat and vegetables - and Cassius' plate was vegetarian.
"We have a meal plan." Chilla explained, as he dipped a piece of carrot into the sauce. "The students all take turns to cook and clean..."
"I'm cooking tomorrow." Cassius broke in, wiping a dab of sauce off Kim's cheek and licking his finger.
"...and you'll be put on the rota, as soon as you're well enough for it." Chilla finished and Kim nodded quickly. He was eager to help and earn his keep.
"My mom is expecting us in a week and a half. Your tail should be better by then." Cassius nudged the redhead gently and Kim's smile was wide enough to leave an ache in his cheeks.
Afterwards Cassius took down the bowls and Yas went to take a second shower.
Chilla brought Kim a fresh toothbrush, and they took care of their ablutions, before preparing for bed in Cassius' room.
Kim sat on the lower bunk and drank down his painkillers.
"Kim," Chilla spoke quietly, while pulling off his shoes, "we like having you here."
The headboy's tone was inordinately solemn and Kim capped his water bottle nervously. "I-I like it here too."
Chilla approached Kim with light steps and sat beside him, leaning back on one elegant hand.
"You've probably guessed that the three of us are in a relationship." Grey eyes watched him closely. "We've considered a fourth member for some time. We all have certain needs and it's important that we're balanced."
Hope filled his chest and Kim's throat tightened. His hand clenched into the bedding and he nodded jerkily, not trusting his voice.
Chilla hesitated, then turned to face Kim fully, folding his slender legs on the bed. "If friendship is all you want, that's fine. We'll still help you settle in and you can share my room for as long as you need to. This isn't an ultimatum."
Kim's heart thumped and his ears twitched. Chilla's eyes softened. "If you need more time..."
"No!" Kim choked out and scrambled for words. "I-I'd like to be with you. All of you. In a...in a relationship?" His voice squeaked at the end of the sentence, turning it into a question, and he cringed.
Chilla smiled warmly and reached for one of Kim's tense hands - massaging the palm with his thumb, as he turned to look at the door. "You can come in now." He called and the door burst open.
Cassius strode in with a bright smile, completely unfazed that he'd been caught eavesdropping, followed more slowly by a suitably sheepish looking Yas.
"I knew you'd say 'yes'." The blonde grasped Kim's nape and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his lips.
"Bandage first." Chilla stood to rifle through a bag for a fresh compress.
Cassius held Kim's tail and together they all managed to redo the dressing with minimal discomfort. The blonde then pulled off his clothes, tossing them carelessly to the floor, and sprawled on the bed.
Kim, having been stripped during the bandage change, hurried under the duvet with flushed cheeks.
Yas brushed his frothy hair, and changed into an oversized grey t-shirt, before slipping beneath the covers.
Chilla remained fully dressed and paced lightly, while scrolling through his phone.
"I'm getting up at seven. You too, Cassius?" Chilla spoke, eyes fixed on the screen.
"Mhm." The blonde lifted from Yas' neck. "I'm running with Oliver."
"Yas?"
The albino released a hissing sigh and pressed into Kim's throat, long hair tumbling forward to hide his face.
Chilla frowned slightly. "You should try running with Cass. It gives you energy."
Cassius chuckled and stroked a hand up Kim's thigh. "Lots and lots of energy." He whispered against Kim's jaw and the redhead moaned.
"Yas, your session is at eleven and then we can all meet for lunch in the garden."
Yas gasped an affirmative and arched beneath Kim's mouth.
"Kim, we have an appointment with the headmaster early. Then I'll give you a tour of the grounds and introduce you to the..."
Cassius abruptly lifted, reached across the bed, and slammed his palm against the light switch on the wall. The room plunged into darkness and Chilla's voice trailed off.
"Come to bed, honey."
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