Notes

One day, he was aching. The pads of Kieran's fingers on his thigh left a mark. One by one, his fingers left a tingling sensation between his legs. Kieran played so innocently. He'd play so unaware, though there was the intent behind his hand inching closer merely to peek at Brett's features for his expression.

They weren't ready to have sex. Brett knew that much. It was okay for him because Brett would wait for as long as needed if Kieran wanted sex any time. For now, he wanted to explore what his fantasies looked like. After cold water had knocked out his breath and caused him anxiety, Brett needed to solve unresolved problems the improper way.

He shifted comfortably in his bed, having the room door locked as the others were gathered. Brett felt his breath hitch as he unbuttoned his own jeans, just imagining Kieran's longer fingers palm him. Suddenly, Brett entered his own world of daydreams of fantasies. He was stuck in a trance no one could break him from.

It was dark, but purple hues illuminating their faces in a fashionable way. Brett was already stripped to his briefs, as Kieran was in his suit from the masquerade. He patiently sat on the very corner of their bed, covered in flickering rose petals in and out of his fantasies. His chest felt warm as Kieran stepped forward between Brett's thighs. He used his fingertips to tap Brett's knee, asking for more access between his legs. Brett didn't know what to expect.

The element of surprise added excitement tingle in his abdomen. Kieran left it unpredictable. He solely leaned down, wasting no time capturing his lips between his own. Brett leaned in too, being the first to add his tongue after adorning his lips with the love he could feel from the roots of his heart. Brett rested his hands on Kieran's sculpted cheeks, even more, sculpted by the purple lights. He felt a sensation of confusion as Kieran removed one of his hands, but felt his heart flutter once Kieran intertwined his fingers with Brett's.

Kieran pulled away much to his dismay but raspily told him to lean back and close his eyes. How could he possibly want to close his eyes when the most handsome man was before his sight? Brett did as Kieran insisted regardless. He laid himself flat on his back, closing his eyes. Something aligned with enjoying the show, he assumed.

Brett's breath hitched once he felt Kieran's lips above his abdomen. His heartbeat quickened as every kiss went north, though the gaps were by a few seconds. Brett opened his eyes, and he couldn't resist. Kieran tilted his head faintly at his failure of keeping his eyes closed. However, the blond kept eye contact for a split second before closing his eyes to put every emotion into the kisses right beside his heart. Brett bit back a smile, looking down with an adoring gaze.

"You know I'm so, in, fucking, love, with, you," Brett heard as Kieran's lips reached his collarbones, his lips still trailing a trail of kisses right below his neck. Brett wanted to respond, but he couldn't. He didn't need to respond, as he already knew the answer.

Before Brett could open his mouth to respond, he let out a shaky breath upon feeling Kieran's fingers fumble with the waistband of his briefs. The chills on his arms formed as he felt Kieran's suit against his naked body. He watched as the fabric of his clothing carelessly shifted against his tanned skin. Brett pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding to Kieran as a plead.

Kieran wasn't the one to grant Brett his fullest wish yet. His lips trembled as to form words to beg Kieran to get it done already. Brett felt his cheeks heat up as Kieran's fingers reached under his briefs by one centimeter. The chills continued as Kieran wouldn't grant him anything unless he'd explicitly told him to. This was their competition. This was the way they'd challenge each other. This was just like their moments on the plane and the breakfast. Brett and Kieran challenged one another.

However, Brett wasn't in the state to argue or be stubborn. He wished he were, but Brett could feel the throbbing reach his abdomen. He curled his toes from anticipation, his body riddled with desperation as he looked at his calm best friend carelessly stroking the very cloth of his briefs.

"Ki," Brett exhaled shakily, not having to say the full sentence. He gained eye contact with Kieran to tell him what he wanted. Brett was too proud to ask or beg outright. It'd give Kieran a false sense of victory, and his competitive nature wouldn't allow him to. Besides, Kieran knew what he wanted. He could see it through Kieran's ever-so-innocent features.

Kieran tilted his head in confusion and furrowed his eyebrows as if to pretend not to know. He soon raised his eyebrows and hummed to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Kieran let out so casually as if Brett wasn't squirming and flustered right under him. He was vulnerable, exposed under his fully clothed, controlled best friend.

"Ki, just touch me," Brett heaved a breath in surrender. Kieran's smirk grew, supposedly because it was so easy for him to win. Brett almost rolled his eyes. Kieran was fast to lean in to grant Brett kisses, even though he knew well Kieran was equally desperate to touch him.

Brett's hands trembled as Kieran's hand slid under his briefs too slowly. It was gradual, it was controlled, and it was on purpose. He yelped amidst a kiss, gasping in shock from feeling Kieran's cold hand against his throbbing length. Kieran hummed against Brett's parted lips, wrapping his fingers fully around him. Brett's chest expanded as he held onto his breath, exhaling slowly once Kieran gave one squeeze without making any movement.

Kieran pouted his bottom lip at the lack of opportunity to kiss his flustered best friend, uncontrollably breathing from his minimal touch. He leaned away from Brett, leaving the brunet's body free of traces of his body. Kieran quietly used his other hand to curl his fingers by the waistband. He let go of Brett's heated length to slide the briefs just enough to reveal an inch of his exposed cock to the colder air. Brett shuddered at the sudden exposure, bucking his hips up to get the clothing off as fast as he could.

Kieran was deadly slow. He was patient. He was controlled, or so it seemed. Brett's eyes could roll back at the sight of Kieran between his legs, all suited up and handsome.

Kieran pulled Brett considerably gently by his thighs, having his legs on each side of Kieran's thighs. He could sit on Kieran's lap if he wanted to, but Kieran had a plan Brett didn't know. He felt all of his muscles unclench as Kieran's fingers grazed his inner thighs, occasionally squeezing the soft skin so firmly.

Brett didn't dare close his eyes as Kieran's hand inched closer to his cock, his palms trailing his hand's exact position for Brett to count down to relief. Kieran's eyes were trained on Brett's face, body, and his own fingers soon wrapped around him.

Kieran's smile turned to a sly smile and proceeded with no words. Once again his fingers curled around his length to fit Brett's so perfectly. This time, Kieran's movements were determined. As for Brett, he already found himself trembling at the long craved, long desired, long hungered touch from Kieran- and Kieran only.