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Kaelix opened the door to his boyfriend’s door, only to sense something unusual inside. The air was thick with sweat and heat, and when he looked at the bed— he saw Zeal, vulnerable, no walls up, as if he was tired. Sick.
Kaelix immediately rushed to him, pressing the back of his hand on his forehead. “Zeal, what— what happened?” his breath came in slow and ragged. Zeal slowly turned his head to look, and without surprise, of course he wasn't able to speak.
Kaelix had only bitten his lips and rushed to the cabinets to find anything, medicines, thermometer, or even a cold compress. “Wait there..” Zeal was left inside that scary bedroom as Kaelix ran out of it to find medicines inside their apartment.
A few minutes after, Kaelix comes rushing in, sweat dripping down as he panted heavily, holding out a silver box. “haa— here, I got—I got your medicine.” He slowly walked up to Zeal to help him sit up, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Come on.”
Zeal groaned softly as Kaelix carefully guided him upright, his body heavy with fever. His skin burned against Kaelix’s fingertips, and that worried him more than anything else. With trembling hands, Kaelix fumbled open the silver box, pulling out blister packs of tablets, a thermometer, and a small bottle of water.
“Stay with me, Zeal,” he whispered, as though his voice alone could tether him here. He slid the thermometer gently beneath Zeal’s tongue, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. The sight of Zeal— usually teasing, bright, and full of mischief— reduced to this fragile state was almost unbearable.
The thermometer beeped, and Kaelix pulled it out, eyes widening. “Forty… Zeal, you’re burning up.” His lips tightened, and without hesitation he pressed a cold compress against Zeal’s temple. Zeal let out a weak sigh at the relief.
Kaelix’s chest ached. He pressed another kiss, this time to Zeal’s temple, his lips lingering. “You should’ve told me,” he murmured, voice cracking. “Why do you always carry everything alone?”
Zeal, struggling to keep his eyes open, managed the faintest smile. His fingers, shaky and clumsy, found Kaelix’s hand, curling weakly around it. No words came— his throat was too dry, his strength too drained—but that little squeeze said everything. I didn’t want to worry you.
Kaelix’s heart twisted. “Idiot,” he whispered, biting his lip as his vision blurred. He lifted the water bottle to Zeal’s lips, coaxing him to take slow sips, his other hand stroking Zeal’s back in small circles. “Don’t ever scare me like this again. You hear me?”
Zeal coughed lightly after swallowing, leaning against Kaelix’s shoulder. His breathing slowed, his body trembling less under Kaelix’s steady care.
And Kaelix—usually sharp, guarded, and prideful—just held him, arms firm, eyes never leaving him. In that moment, it didn’t matter how vulnerable or messy Zeal looked. All that mattered was that he stayed. “Sleep,” Kaelix whispered into his hair. “I’ll be here. I’m not leaving you.”
When Zeal’s eyes fluttered open, the fever had dulled to a bearable warmth, his body no longer aching as sharply. The room was dim, the curtains half-drawn, and the only sound was the quiet, steady rhythm of another’s breathing.
Kaelix was there, true to his word— his head resting on Zeal’s chest, one arm draped loosely across his waist as though to make sure he couldn’t slip away. His usually immaculate hair was slightly messy, his brow still faintly furrowed even in sleep, as if worried dreams clung to him.
Zeal’s lips curved, soft and faint. He dipped his head just enough to brush a kiss against Kaelix’s forehead, the type of kiss that lingered just for a while. The gesture was light, almost hesitant, but it was full of gratitude— a silent thank you for staying, for not letting go.
Kaelix stirred at the touch, his lashes fluttering open. His eyes, glazed with exhaustion, met Zeal’s. For a moment, he seemed caught between relief and irritation.
“You…” Kaelix’s voice was hoarse, muffled against Zeal’s chest. He blinked slowly, then sat up a little, though he kept one hand firmly pressed to Zeal’s arm, as if to reassure himself he was awake. “You’re awake.” Zeal's hands slowly wrapped Kaelix's waist. Zeal chuckled weakly, his voice still scratchy. “And alive. Thanks to you.”
Kaelix’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked away, clearly trying to mask the flood of emotions threatening to break through. “Idiot. You had me running around this apartment like a madman. You should’ve said something earlier.”
“Didn’t want to trouble you,” Zeal murmured, his eyes soft, watching the way Kaelix’s ears turned faintly pink.
“That’s not—” Kaelix’s voice cracked, and he cut himself off, exhaling sharply. He rubbed a hand over his face before leaning back down, pressing his forehead against Zeal’s shoulder. “…You are trouble, you know that?”
Zeal smiled again, this time wider, his chest warm not just from recovery, but from the rare crack in Kaelix’s armor. His hand rose, slow and gentle, to stroke Kaelix’s hair. “Then I guess I’m glad you don’t mind the trouble.”
Kaelix froze at the words, his heart thudding loud enough that Zeal could probably feel it against his ribs. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh, the kind that sounded a lot like surrender, and allowed himself to rest there— just for a while longer, where he was needed.
Zeal’s fingers threaded lazily through Kaelix’s hair, tugging just enough to make him look up. Their eyes met, close now, too close for either of them to pretend it was nothing.
Kaelix swallowed, his breath caught in his throat. “Don’t… look at me like that,” he muttered, but the words had no bite. His voice was soft, almost pleading. “Like what?” Zeal asked, feigning innocence, though his smile gave him away.
“Like you know I can’t walk away.” Zeal’s chest warmed at that confession, fragile but real. He shifted slightly, ignoring the dull ache in his body, until their faces were a breath apart. “Then don’t.”
Kaelix’s defenses faltered completely. His hand found its way to Zeal’s cheek, thumb brushing over skin still a little warm from fever. Slowly, cautiously, he leaned in, pressing his lips to Zeal’s.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t fierce. It was soft— deep in its quietness, in the way Kaelix lingered as though afraid Zeal might vanish if he let go. Zeal kissed him back, weak but certain, one hand sliding up Kaelix’s arm, grounding him.
When they finally pulled apart, a string of saliva gets caught between them, and Zeal laughs it out. Kaelix rested his forehead against Zeal’s, both of them catching their breaths. “You should be resting,” Kaelix whispered, though his voice shook, betraying how much he’d wanted this. “You’re gonna make me catch your cold, meanie.”
“Hard to rest,” Zeal teased, his smile crooked, “when you’re on top of me like that.” Kaelix’s cheeks flushed crimson, and for a second he almost moved away— but Zeal tightened his hold on his wrist, keeping him there. “Stay,” Zeal said, softer this time, all pretense gone. “Just stay with me.”
Kaelix exhaled, his resistance melting completely. He lowered himself again, this time curling into Zeal’s side, lips brushing his jaw in a fleeting touch that was almost another kiss. “Fine. But only because you’re impossible.” Zeal chuckled, closing his eyes as his arms wrapped around him. “And you love it.”
Kaelix didn’t answer— not with words. Instead, he pressed another kiss to Zeal’s skin.
Kaelix lingered against Zeal’s jaw, his lips trailing down in feather-light kisses that left warmth blooming across his fevered skin. Zeal shivered— not from illness this time, but from the way Kaelix’s touch carried both hesitation and hunger, as if he’d been holding this back for far too long.
“Kaelix…” Zeal’s voice came out rough, low, his hand sliding into the back of Kaelix’s shirt, fingertips pressing into warm skin.
“Don’t talk,” Kaelix whispered against his throat, his lips grazing just below Zeal’s ear. His breath was uneven, betraying how undone he already was. “Just… let me take care of you.”
Zeal chuckled weakly, though it quickly broke into a sharp inhale when Kaelix’s mouth found the sensitive curve of his neck. “You—you’re supposed to be the careful one,” he teased, though his fingers curled tighter into Kaelix’s back, pulling him closer.
“Not tonight,” Kaelix murmured, his voice husky. His hand slid down Zeal’s chest, tracing every line, every ridge of muscle with deliberate slowness, as if memorizing the shape of him. He shifted, straddling Zeal’s hips more firmly now, no longer hiding how badly he wanted this closeness.
Zeal looks up, his breath catching. He had felt Kaelix's bottom shift against Zeal's hips, and it made him witness heaven. Despite his earlier weakness, heat surged through him, an ache of want that pushed aside every trace of fever. “Kaelix…” he whispered again, softer this time, laced with need. “Stop teasing me, just cause I have a fever and you know I can't take control— ngh..”
Their mouths found each other again, hungrier now— no hesitation, no barriers. Zeal kissed him like he’d starved for it, like Kaelix was the cure he’d been denying himself all this time. Kaelix answered with equal fervor, his hands sliding into Zeal’s hair, tugging just enough to draw out a low sound from his throat.
When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Kaelix’s forehead pressed to Zeal’s, his lips swollen and damp. “You drive me insane,” he muttered, his voice trembling between anger and adoration.
Zeal smirked faintly, his thumb brushing along Kaelix’s lower lip. “And yet… you’re still here. On top of me. Kissing me like you’ve wanted this forever. Rubbing off of me like a kitten in heat.”
Kaelix froze for a heartbeat, his heart pounding. Then, instead of denying it, he leaned in again, kissing Zeal harder, deeper, until there was no space left between them— just heat, breath, and the quiet thrum of hearts finally beating in sync as Kaelix lifts his hips up to grind against him more.
“Kaelix.. don't— haa..” Zeal's grip found Kaelix's waist as he tries, tries so hard to steady him, but instead— he only found himself moving Kaelix's hips more. “Z—Zeal...mm..”
Zeal couldn't really move cause of the heat creeping up his body, so for now? he let Kaelix do the rest. One blink, and Zeal sees Kaelix already undoing his sweatpants. Kaelix's eyes were full of need, and it sent shivers down Zeal's spine, and worse; he found it way too hot.
"Kaelix," Zeal whispered, his voice filled with a raw, primal hunger. "I want you." His breath caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of heat wash over him. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "D—Don’t say that." He stood up, his hands trembling slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt. Zeal watched him, his eyes darkening with desire. Kaelix's shirt fell to the floor, and he unbuckled his belt, his eyes locked onto Zeal's.
He pushed his pants down, his boxers following, and stood naked before Zeal. Zeal's eyes roamed over Kaelix's body, his gaze lingering on the hard planes of his chest and the bulge in his boxers. Kaelix could feel the heat of Zeal's gaze, and it sent a wave of desire coursing through him.
Zeal tried to lift his body up and touch him; feel him. But—
Kaelix pushed Zeal back onto the bed, his hands exploring Zeal's body. He could feel the hard planes of Zeal's chest, the softness of his stomach, and the heat of his cock. He leaned down, his lips capturing Zeal's in a deep, passionate kiss. Zeal growled, his hands tangling in Kaelix's hair. He could taste the sweetness of Zeal's lips, the saltiness of his skin, and it sent a wave of desire crashing over him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Zeal's neck, his chest, his stomach. He could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps. He looked up, his eyes meeting his, and he smiled.
He reached out, his hand wrapping around Zeal's cock, his thumb rubbing over the tip. Zeal growled lowly, his hips thrusting forward. Kaelix could feel the heat of his body, the softness of his skin, and it sent a wave of heat crashing over him.
“Darling— you're teasing me..at this point, ngh..” His hips slowly jerked forward everytime Kaelix's thumb teased the tip of his cock, spilling out pre-cum so smoothly.
“I’m having the time of my life, in charge— in control.”
But Zeal lays there, quiet, but soon about to explode. Kaelix noticed the way the air shifted, the way his moans started to grow heavier by the time passed. God, he wanted to get fucked by Zeal, that feeling of his shaft wrapping around his insides only sent shivers down his spine.
And only with the thought of Zeal snapping his hips forward and fucking him relentlessly made him drip pre-cum himself as he worked his hand faster on Zeal's shaft. “Kaelix..” He growled.
“That’s..That’s right, call my name— mm..” Kaelix closed his eyes shut as he started to feel pleasure by himself as he rubbed Zeal's cock endlessly. “Kaelix— I'm...” Zeal’s words came in heavy pants, pre-cum dripping from his dick.
“Me too— let's..ngh..” He didn't even dare finish that sentence, and Zeal already nodded. And with one final rub from the tip, Zeal and Kaelix came together, loads of ropes shoot out, some even dripping on Kaelix's face, and it only turned Zeal on even harder.
Kaelix ruffled his hair and laughed a little, licking some of the semen dripping down his face to his lips. “Enjoyed?” He asks out of the blue— leaving Zeal stunned and speechless. “You— I didn't know you could lead. Adds another story to my BDSM list.”
Kaelix’s eyes widened and there it was— that normal flustered face Zeal was used to seeing. ”There he is,” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, only a peck. “You— you sick..pervert.” Zeal taps the space beside him and Kaelix crawls there anyway, laying his head down Zeal's bare chest. “I love you.” He whispered, tracing soft kisses down Kaelix’s arms.
“I love you more.” He adds, then tracing kisses down Zeal's neck and chest. “Booba?”
Zeal bursts out laughing, laughing for about two minutes and a half, and by then, Kaelix already stopped— but he just kept on going. “You’re ridiculous, wasn't even that funny! you don't even laugh at the jokes I make that ARE funny!” He pouts as Zeal wipes off the tears by the side of his eyes.
“Pouting? how cute.” Zeal purposely lowered down his voice as he turns to face Kaelix’s back, wrapping an arm around his bare waist. “You know..”
“I feel energized after that blowjob you gave me.” He starts, while Kaelix revs up his engine. And in one glance—
Zeal was already on top of him, God, help him. He was doomed.