Park’s lips twitched in an aborted smile, his gaze flicking from where he held Gift’s shirt to pin him against the wall with his sharpened gaze. “Did I? Or did I let you borrow it and you just never returned it?”
“I…” Gift couldn’t finish his sentence. The finger tucked beneath the fabric was now lazily stroking the skin just beneath, stealing Gift’s ability to think.
“You…” Park murmured, taking a step closer.
What was happening here?
“I…like it. It smells like you,” Gift managed.
Park’s eyes widened, his pupils so dilated they were just dark pools. His hand fisted in the fabric. “Surely, it can’t still smell like me. Not after all this time?”
Gift sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. How did he tell Park he never washed the shirt? That it sat in his drawer and he mostly just pulled it out to press against his nose when he was horny and desperate? That it only really made an appearance on the rare occasions when he had any privacy to jerk off.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
It didn’t matter, anyway. Park had clearly made the decision for him, dragging him closer by the fabric fisted in his hand and dipping his head to press his nose to the center of Gift’s chest, inhaling deeply while Gift just stood there, trembling, his dick already starting to take notice of the proceedings.
Gift let himself bury his nose against Park’s damp hair, inhaling the fragrance. It was only fair, right? If Park could sniff him, he could sniff back. Could Park see how turned on he was? Could he feel him shaking? Hear the rapid breaths as he fought to pull air into his lungs?
“It does smell like me,” Park said, his voice low and rumbly in a way Gift had never heard before. “You smell like me.”
Before Gift could ask if that was a good thing, Park nuzzled his nose along his throat to just behind his ear, taking a step forward and crowding him up against the door until their hips aligned, the heat of Park’s body warming Gift to his core and making him feel small and safe and so very turned on.
Gift stood frozen as Park continued his exploration, his hands dropping to tighten around his waist, his nose trailing against his skin in a way that set fire to his insides. What was happening? All this from a t-shirt? Gift was going to send Payton a cookie basket. When soft lips pressed a kiss against the sensitive skin just behind Gift’s left ear, he couldn’t stop the low whine that left his lips.
Park stumbled back like Gift had shot him, shaking his head as if to clear it, then turned and walked away like none of that had just happened. Gift stood there, trying to pull himself together. Finally, he slipped his shoes off and slid on the slippers beside them, hurrying to where Park stood in the living room.
“This might take a minute," he mumbled. "You can hang out and watch TV for a bit,” Park said, gesturing towards the sofa as he made his way towards the kitchen.
Gift’s stomach clenched. He didn’t want to be that far from him. “Can’t I help?”
Gift didn’t want to be dismissed, relegated to the sofa to play on his phone. Not after what just happened. He was too unsettled. Just seconds ago, Park was this warm presence pressing him to the wall and scenting him like a fucking werewolf, and now, he was acting as if the whole thing never happened. It was dizzying.
“Do you know how to cook, Kla?” Park asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Gift shrugged. “I can make ramen…” He flushed. “Well, I can make instant ramen.”
Park chuckled, sounding almost…fond. “I don’t think it’s come down to instant ramen just yet. I’m sure I can whip up something.”
When they entered the kitchen, Gift realized just how tight the space was. “What can I do?”
Park turned, almost bumping directly into him. His eyes widened in surprise at his proximity, his hands going to Gift’s hips to keep himself from stumbling. “You…” he said, looking around, before settling on something, “can sit right here. Out of the way.”
Before Gift could even guess what Park had in mind, he lifted Gift up, hands tight around his hips, squeezing in a way that made him light-headed, then deposited him on the counter before turning to open the fridge.
Gift sat frozen, hips tingling where Park’s fingers had dug in. What would it feel like with Park gripping him like that while he was inside him, pounding away at him, making him take whatever he gave? The thought had his cock twitching in pants that hid nothing. His hands curled into fists, and he couldn’t stop the raw sound that escaped.
Park turned to him, frowning. “You okay, Kla?”
Gift needed to get it together. He’d been reading too much spicy fan fiction lately.
Gift cleared his throat. “My mouth’s a little dry,hia.”
Park narrowed his gaze at him, searching his face for so long Gift started to wonder if he could read minds, then reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, cracking the top before handing it to him. “Here. Drink this.”
Gift took the bottle, downing it in four gulps. Park’s eyes widened, and Gift’s pulse tripped when he realized his gaze was on Gift’s throat. When he finished, he wiped at the drops of water rolling down his chin. Park gaped at him before seeming to catch himself, spinning on his heel and looking into the depths of the fridge once more.
“Are you okay with pasta?” Park finally asked.
