Teach me, Touch me. 

Part 27: Special 6.

Gear sat quietly the whole way home, weighed down by guilt. Kanthi was just as silent and serious, making Gear too nervous even to apologise again, though he'd already said sorry so many times. Kanthi, in this mood, was honestly a little scary, but Gear knew he deserved it after being so careless.

 

"Go ahead and shower and get some sleep. I've got a bit of a work problem I need to finish tonight."

 

"P' Kanthi.." Gear's voice was soft and pitiful as he grabbed tightly onto his lover's shirt just as Kanthi turned away.

 

While they both stood there in silence, Gear chose to hug Kanthi from behind, pressing his face into the broad back in front of him. The sweet gesture made Kanthi smile and calm down almost instantly.

 

"I'm not mad, but I really do have work to finish. Go shower and get some rest, okay, good boy?" Kanthi comforted him. Gear nodded at the gentle words and went to do as he was told without protest. Still, Gear could tell Kanthi wasn't acting like his usual self at all. He'd lost the ring... No wonder Kanthi was this upset.

 

That was all Gear could think about as he kept blaming himself, not realising that his boyfriend had already let it go. Kanthi's heart had softened the moment he saw those sad, watery eyes. He loved this kid so much that nothing could really make him angry. 

 

The only reason he was acting cold was to show Gear that he wasn't going to be soft on everything, especially not when Gear let himself get drunk and didn't ask for help from his boyfriend. And another thing...

 

Kanthi couldn't help but think he'd get some kind of cute apology from his younger boyfriend. And Kanthi was right...

 

Gear did what he was told, but instead of going to bed, he went to find Kanthi in the study. When Kanthi smiled at him, it made him feel a little better. He set a cup of warm milk down next to Kanthi on the desk, offering a sweet smile, though his big, round eyes still showed clear worry.

 

"Why aren't you in bed yet?"

 

"I'm not sleepy. I just wanted to be with you."

 

Kanthi smiled and took a sip of the warm milk.

"Do you have a lot of work? Is that why you wanted me to go to bed first?"

 

"Yeah, there's a little problem with the cars we're importing."

 

"Is something wrong?" Kanthi asked, his voice warm even though the question sounded distant, making Gear feel safe enough to speak up.

 

"I wanted to apologise for today." Gear said, lowering his head, not even daring to look Kanthi in the eye.

 

"Why do you think I'm mad? Tell me."

 

"I lost the ring," Gear said, finally looking up, biting his lip nervously. Kanthi just smirked a little, his serious mood slowly melting away because of Gear's cuteness. He couldn't help but pull Gear into his lap.

 

"I really didn't mean to. I feel so bad about it."

 

"That's not what I'm mad about."

 

"Then?"

 

"I worry about you. I care about you a lot. You get drunk like that and tell me you're fine, it's not okay."

 

"You know you can't trust people at the club. What if I hadn't been there?" Kanthi cut himself off, not wanting to say anything worse.

 

"I just didn't want to be a burden to you."

 

"You're my boyfriend, Gear. Stop thinking like that."

 

"Okay, I understand. I'm sorry."

 

Kanthi smiled softly, then pressed his lips gently to Gear's cheek, making the sadness in those big eyes fade away.

 

"So you're not mad at me anymore?"

 

"And if I'm still mad, what are you going to do about it, stubborn kid?"

 

"I'll make it up to you," Gear said.

 

"How? All you do is sit there pouting like you're about to cry," Kanthi teased, squeezing Gear's nose until it turned red, making him look even cuter.

 

"Well... I'll make it up to you in a way that you'll definitely forgive me." This time, Gear wrapped his arms around Kanthi's neck, showing a shy confidence.

 

"But I'm busy right now. I have to work."

 

"Can I just try to make it up to you for a bit?" Gear's voice and eyes were full of pleading, his lips moving in a way that made Kanthi almost give in completely.

 

"..Three minutes. If you can't make it up to me, I'm going back to work," Kanthi said, glancing at the digital clock on his desk and making the offer to his stubborn boyfriend.

 

"Why so little? You're so mean to me today."

 

"Hmm... Thirty seconds are already gone."

 

"Kanthi!"

 

"Time's ticking, you know."

".."

 

"Uh, hmm.." Kanthi stopped talking, letting out a sound of satisfaction when Gear suddenly kissed him sweetly, breaking down all the seriousness he'd tried to keep up.

 

"Ah."

 

"Wait, what are you doing?" Kanthi quickly asked as Gear pulled away and dropped to his knees on the floor, his actions bold as he placed a hand on Kanthi's crotch.

 

"Well."

 

"Ah.. Gear, what are you doing?" Kanthi's voice changed as the usually innocent Gear started using all the tricks he'd learned right back at him.

 

With so little time, Gear knew he wouldn't succeed if Kanthi kept up the tough act, so he decided to use his secret weapon, one that would probably make the man give in in less than a minute.

 

Gear knew Kanthi never wore underwear with his pyjamas. He started by kissing Kanthi's crotch through the fabric, his free hand gently stroking until Kanthi's body responded, growing hard and evident through the thin pants.

 

Kanthi tried to stay strong, but he was already losing the battle as his body reacted. He could only grit his teeth and let Gear do as he pleased. Once he saw Kanthi was ready, Gear tried to pull down the pyjama pants to touch more, but Kanthi grabbed his hand tightly.

 

"Three minutes are up."

 

"Kanthi..Did I fail?" Gear's face fell, looking up at his boyfriend with sad, hopeful eyes.

 

"Why do you get more stubborn every day?" Kanthi frowned, frustrated. Gear probably thought Kanthi just wouldn't forgive him, but the truth was, Kanthi simply couldn't take the pressure anymore.

 

In the end, Kanthi gave up on his work, stood up, and scooped Gear into his arms, tossing him onto the sofa with more force than he meant to. He ripped off his clothes hungrily, then stripped Gear until he was completely naked too.

 

"If you know my weak spots this well, then you should know not to make me worry, okay, kid?"

 

"Okay, I know now," Gear replied, voice husky, wrapping his arms around Kanthi's neck as Kanthi leaned over him.

 

After that, neither of them said another word. The only communication between them was the touch of bare skin, moans, and Kanthi's dirty talk as he teased his lover.

 

The jealousy and need to teach his young boyfriend a lesson made Kanthi pour everything into this wild, heated sex. There wasn't a single spot on Gear's pale, smooth body that Kanthi didn't touch, leaving marks everywhere to show he belonged to him.

 

"Ah, P'Kanthi.." Gear's small voice escaped, full of pleasure. Even though they were on the cramped sofa, Kanthi showed no mercy, thrusting hard and deep. The hot shaft inside Gear's tight entrance felt like it would break through his stomach with every movement, making Gear push at Kanthi's hips a little to get him to slow down.

 

"What's wrong, kid? Is it too much?" Kanthi asked through gritted teeth, his tone rough, but he didn't let up at all.

 

"Yeah, it's too much. I-I'm about to fall off the sofa."

 

"Ah-"

 

"Heh, it's fine. I'll just follow you down there," Kanthi grinned, watching as Gear's back finally hit the soft carpet beside the sofa.

 

That didn't stop their fun at all. Kanthi followed Gear down to the floor, moving just as fiercely. With more space, he spread Gear's legs wider and pounded even harder, making Gear moan sweetly in pure bliss.

 

Their wild lovemaking went on and on, ending in a filthy climax. As Kanthis' mind went blank, he pulled out and brought himself to Gear's face, who was still begging for more.

 

Gear knew precisely what to do. The young man opened his mouth, waiting as Kanthi stroked himself with a full grip. When the sticky release finally came, a low moan of pleasure escaped Kanthi. Gear blinked quickly to keep the cloudy liquid out of his eyes, then used his small tongue to lick the tip clean and swallowed the rest, making Kanthi completely satisfied.

 

"Ah.." The sound of heavy breathing filled the silence. Kanthi let his back fall against the floor, exhausted, and pulled his lover into his arms, kissing him over and over with deep affection.

 

"You were really rough with me today."

 

"Sorry."

 

"You don't have to apologise. It was... fun," Gear mumbled the last part, burying his face in Kanthi's broad chest in embarrassment.

 

"Heh, you're so cute. That's why I want you every day."

 

"So you're not mad at me anymore?"

 

"Did you really think I could stay mad at you, babe?"

 

"Eh, then."

 

"I just have to show you sometimes what I don't like. Otherwise, my good boy will turn into a stubborn one like today."

 

"You're so mean," Gear scolded his boyfriend softly this time.

 

"But about the ring, I'm... really sorry."

 

Kanthi looked at his boyfriend's guilty face and finally gave in. He stood up and walked to the desk, leaving himself naked, and came back with something in his hand.

 

"The ring-where did you get it?" This time, Gear's big, round eyes went wide in delight, but there was still a lot of curiosity there. Kanthi sat down on the sofa and pulled Gear up to sit next to him. He took Gear's left hand and gently slipped the ring back on, kissing it over and over again.

 

"A staff member at the club found it."

 

"That's lucky."

 

"I wasn't worried about the ring being lost. I was worried about you getting drunk. So please understand me. I care about you a lot, and I get really jealous when other people get close to my wife."

 

"I understand. I won't let myself get drunk again. Or if I do, I'll tell you right away."

 

"Good boy." Kanthi smiled, then kissed Gear's forehead as a reward for listening.

 

"Should we... get dressed first?" Once things got quiet, the awkwardness came back. Gear's eyes wandered to that big thing that had just been inside him, making him shiver with the memory.

 

"No, I want you again."

 

"But your work is waiting, Kanthi." This time, Gear quickly pressed his hands to the older man's strong chest as Kanthi moved to pounce on him again.

"Forget about work." Kanthi shrugged and stood up to his full height, putting Gear's face right at the level of his hot body.

 

Gear blushed deeply. He'd never once refused Kanthi's wild, drawn-out sex, even though it always cut into his sleep.

 

"Open your mouth."