He swung again, but this time Kel was ready, latching onto him to pull him forward off his feet. One hand grabbed Rin by the scruff of the neck and shoved, sending him sprawling through the open entranceway that attached to the showers.
Rin righted himself and spun, but before he could react at all, Kelevra was there, pushing him into one of the stalls. His right shoulder whacked against the solid tile and he winced, the anger still driving him when he tried to fight his way out only to be cornered in the small cubicle. He hissed and growled, seeming more animal at the moment than anything else, but that frustration was so raw he couldn’t be bothered to care about appearances.
Which was a mistake.
He didn’t have that luxury.
Theyalwayshad to care about appearances.
Rin froze all at once, his wrists painfully captured in Kelevra’s hands, his back pressed against the shower wall. The space kept them close, their bodies practically rubbing together, and—he sucked in a sharp breath when the Imperial Prince shifted and his hard-on rubbed against Rin’s stomach.
He couldn’t be serious? He was turned on at a time like this?
“Deep breaths,” Kelevra instructed, a thread of anger still in his tone as he cautiously released Rin’s wrists. When he wasn’t immediately hit again, he dropped his hands lower, tugging the black t-shirt Rin was wearing out of his waistband. He had it over Rin’s head in a flash, chucking it straight into the empty stall across from them before moving to his pants.
The sound of the zipper snapped him out of it and Rin shoved at his shoulders, forcing him back, but Kelevra didn’t let go, the move only jostling them both.
“Fine,” the Imperial Prince stated darkly, “ruin your clothes, I don’t fucking care.” He switched on the shower in a flash, ice cold water pouring down on them, Rin taking the brunt of it when he was shoved beneath the spray.
He sputtered and floundered, but he was no match against Kelevra’s strength, and the fingers digging into the sides of his neck warningly finally had him still a second time.
“You need to cool down,” Kelevra told him, free hand reaching around to resume undoing Rin’s pants. He bucked forward when Rin tried to stop him, the hard bulge bumping against Rin’s ass. “Consider this an order, cadet.”
The anger leeched out of him all at once, but Rin remained tense as his now wet pants and briefs were dropped to the floor and left there around his ankles to soak up whatever didn’t swirl down the drain. He shivered when he felt Kel’s hand roam up his stomach, fingers gliding over his chest.
He wanted to tell him to stop, but the words caught in his throat like lead, the sinking feeling of panic overwhelming him. Because he knew if he could just stop and think he’d know exactly what to say to stop Kelevra from whatever he intended—the same way he always knew what to say to his brother whenever he was triggered and out for blood.
But Rin couldn’t think. He couldn’t do anything but stand there while the Imperial Prince felt him up and took liberties he shouldn’t be allowed to take. He sucked in a deep breath, the air burning his lungs, and tried to focus on the icy water pelting his chest. It wasn’t enough though. Water was typically his go-to, that and his shell. The latter was in his pocket on the ground and the shower wasn’t doing enough to drown out his emotional response.
Blindly, Rin slapped a palm against the tiled wall to his right, thumb brushing against the smooth surface. He needed grounding before he made things worse for them. He needed—
Rin jerked when one of Kelevra’s hands suddenly wrapped around his flaccid dick.
“The anger is gone,” Kel noted as he started pumping him, clearly undeterred by the fact Rin wasn’t in the mood. “But you’re still shaking.” He hummed like that was interesting and not a tell-tale sign he should back off and give Rin space. A normal person would have picked up on that fact.
The Imperial Prince wasn’t normal though.
Rin Varun wasn’t normal either.
And Sila…Sila might be the worst of all three.
What the actual hell was wrong with his life?
“We’re going to fuck,” Kelevra announced.
Rin shook his head, but he had no way of knowing if the other man saw and chose to ignore it or if he was looking elsewhere since he was standing behind him. Either way, his opinion on the matter clearly wasn’t something the Imperial Prince cared about.
“Do you know how hard it’s been these past few days without you?” Kelevra licked at the back of Rin’s shoulder, his hand working more vigorously around his dick. “I kept waiting for the disinterest to settle in, but it never came. Every waking minute was spent wondering what you were doing, who you were with, why it wasn’t me. And sleep…don’t even get me started. You owe me for every night I woke up jerking off to the thought of you wrapped around my cock.”
Rin didn’t see how that was his fault. He also didn’t think to share how he’d had a similar—though not as aggressive—problem. The Imperial Prince didn’t deserve it, and if anything, this whole ordeal had taught Rin things were better when he kept his mouth closed where the other guy was concerned.
He needed this to be over so he could get to his brother. They had to come up with a plan. If their father contacted him before Rin got a chance…He didn’t even know what his brother would do.
That was the scary part.
He didn’t know.
He hadn’t known. He’d underestimated Kelevra when he should have minded the warning. The guy was a predator who didn’t feel empathy or remorse. Hell, he was already so pleased with himself that Rin was getting hard in his hand, he didn’t even notice how he was currently in the throes of an anxiety attack.
