Kyle collapsed over P, still inside him, trying to catch his breath. P pressed a sweet, affectionate kiss to his lips.

“Are you okay? Was it what you expected?”

After regaining his breath, Kyle answered,

“I’m okay. And it was better than I expected. But… are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, worried.

P smiled, eyes widening playfully.

Kyle blushed, but a small smile escaped him.

P kissed him deeply, then murmured against his ear,

“Do you still want to do what you said? Do you still want to try being bottom tonight?”

Kyle tensed, and P noticed right away.

“It doesn’t have to happen if you don’t want to,” he said gently. “We can stop here… or we can do it again exactly the same way as before.”

Kyle glanced at the clock and realized much more time had passed than it had felt like, but he didn’t want the night to end here.

“Will I get the chance to see you again?”

“Kyle, you said you knew what you were getting into. You know what I do for a living — don’t you think that if this turned from one night into more, you’d eventually reach a point where you’d feel uncomfortable with what I do and ask me to stop?”

“I’m sorry, you’re right. That would probably happen… and I wouldn’t like being that kind of person.”

P sighed and continued,

“If we’re meant to be together again, then fate will take care of it, okay?” He pressed a kiss to Kyle’s forehead.

“Hm… you’re really going to leave our possible future in the hands of fate? I like that,” he said with a smile.

“Putting that aside — do you want to continue, or did the mood die?”

“I’d like to continue, and no, the mood didn’t die,” Kyle said, “but I don’t have much time to be home before my parents call the police looking for me.”

P laughed, thinking Kyle was exaggerating.

“I’m not joking. My parents are very strict about some things. But before I go, can I make a promise — in case fate helps us?”

P’s eyes widened as he waited.

“Next time, there won’t be any doubts about who’s what. It’ll be my turn. Actually, my first time. I’ll wait for you again, so you can be the first inside me… and who knows, maybe the only one.”

Kyle saw P was about to speak, but didn’t let him. He kissed him instead and began moving toward the bathroom to clean up a little. P stayed on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a subtle smile — one Kyle noticed when he came out of the bathroom, already dressed.

P propped himself up on his elbows and looked at him.

“Oh, by the way — your green eyes are breathtaking. The moment you turned on stage, that was the first thing I noticed, even from far away. There’s a good chance I’d recognize you because of them… but like I said, the choice to talk to me or not is yours.”

P’s eyes widened and he fell back onto the bed. Suddenly Kyle was in his field of vision, kissing him softly.

“Until fate brings us together again.”

Kyle stepped out without looking back.

I didn’t know if this night would become just a memory or something more — but for the first time, I was willing to let the unknown wait for me.