Chapter 20

Zavier was a bit taken aback, no one had ever looked at him the way that Kaine looked at him; the desire in his deep blue eyes was palpable as he explored Zavier with his hands and eyes. He shuddered at his touch and Kaine froze, suddenly looking uncertain and worried.

Zavier held back a chuckle, it was clear that he hadn’t done anything like this before. Zavier reached up and pulled Kaine’s neck down to where he could more easily reach. Zavier initiated another kiss and ran his hand along Kaine’s back. 

Even without seeing, Zavier could tell that Kaine had a lot of scars on his back. He had quite a few on his chest, stomach, and arms, but it couldn’t compare to what Zavier could feel on his back. He gripped Kaine’s scarlet red hair in his other hand and kissed him harder.

He knew that this wasn’t what he should be spending his time on, and he knew that this was only proving Sheila right. But Zavier couldn’t stop himself, and it was clear that Kaine also wanted this. They were both sober adults living in the same house, it wasn’t a crime.

Zavier tossed the legality of it aside and slid his tongue into Kaine’s mouth. He’d been holding off from doing this too much since he wasn’t sure what might scare Kaine off. But to his surprise, Kaine simply opened his mouth wider and intercepted Zavier’s tongue with his own. 

Zavier sucked in his breath as Kaine suddenly started unbuttoning his pants and slowly taking them off. He was surprised by Kaine’s straightforward behavior despite being inexperienced, Zavier had expected to have the upper hand when he started the endeavor. He looked up into Kaine’s eyes, they looked slightly hazy, he was clearly a bit out of it.

 Zavier pulled Kaine’s hair a bit and Kaine looked up from what he was doing with a quizzical expression.

“Are you okay? You seem kind of out of it… We can stop if you want?”  Zavier spoke gently and Kaine got up and moved towards him. He silenced the concern by simply shaking his head and then kissing Zavier. He felt Kaine slowly slide his hand into his pants, fiddling with the hem while he did so.

It was quite clear how he felt about the matter.