Snippet #1829122

Jerico Javey

Look at him, Jerico spat in his mind. Kaili was laying there like some degenerate bastard. He was so full of himself, wasn't he? He got what he wanted, after all. He got Kia. His Kia. No, not Kaili's Kia. Jerico's Kia. Jerico was Kia's spec. That should be enough to keep that snide idiot away from what didn't belong to him; but, of course, it wasn't. That was Jerico's fault for not realizing he'd actually cross that line. “Why do you want to know Jerico?” The way he said his name made Jerico want to both gag and shiver in fury at the same time. Who the hell did he think he was to be so pompous? He wasn't king of the world! He wasn't anything special! “Are you perhaps…jealous of Kia? Did you want something too?”

"Jealous!?" Jerico spat out quickly. A little too quickly for his own liking. He watched with forced patience as Kaili ignored him to stretch out his muscles. He followed Kaili's movements through narrowed eyes, not exactly sure what it was he was looking for or why, but unable to bring himself to look away or storm out of the room. He managed to convince himself that the reason he hadn't left yet was because that would be giving up too easily. He wasn't done cursing this arrogant asshole out just yet. He wanted Kaili to know that it was not a good idea to cross him. He wanted to burn it into his head, somehow, someway.

“How childish can you be, prick?” Kaili looked genuinely annoyed for a moment and Jerico felt a sense of superiority. He almost--almost--smirked in victory, however small it was, but stopped himself from doing so. He couldn't show any prideful emotion in a time like this. He had to be serious, ruthless, mean, and absolutely not-- Jerico let out an involuntary gasp of surprise as Kaili reached out and yanked him down onto the bed beside him. Jerico landed awkwardly on his stomach, glaring into the pillow his face had smacked uncharacteristically into. He adjusted himself slightly, turning his body and head to the side to turn that livid glare on the man way too close beside him. “Don’t move.” Jerico could of laughed in he wasn't so pissed off. Don't move? Don't fucking move, he says. Jerico grumbled in his mind. I'll punch him right in the throat. While he was too busy going through all the ways he could go through with Kaili's future murder, Jerico didn't think to move from his compromising position. Before he could clear his angered, ranting thoughts, Kaili was already speaking again. “…I didn’t do much to Kia. Kissed for the most part,” Kaili went on. “it’s not your business to begin with so I don’t feel the need to divulge what happened behind closed doors any longer. Bring it up again and you’re pretty little face will meet my perfect fist.”

Jerico blinked, a margin of his previous aggravation dying away. He wondered if what Kaili was saying was supposed to calm him down somehow. Granted, he had to admit, it did make him feel more relieved and less pissy. If all they did was kiss...and they didn't do any of that... Then. Okay. Then there was still a chance that Kia's innocence was still in-tact. He wondered if he had just jumped to conclusions because he hated Kaili. Maybe, Jerico thought as he watched Kaili shiver, he had over-thought him. Maybe Kaili wasn't as bad as he thought he was.

“Bastard…close the door when you leave…mm…after I’m asleep….fuck you’re hot as hell…” Kaili murmured in his half-asleep daze. Jerico's eyes widened a margin, then narrowed again. Then again, he wouldn't put the deed past him. Jerico's face turned a bright red and, this time, he wasn't so sure why. His glare turned halfheartedly on the other man, looking him over from his half-hidden face down to his covered up body and back again. He shook his head and sat up immediately, getting a little dizzy from the action and deciding to sit on the edge of the bed a moment longer. He turned to look back at Kaili again, tilting his head slightly. I wonder what... Jerico's thoughts trailed off as he leaned forward slightly and ran his hand through Kaili's hair. It was a quick motion, his fingertips only slightly brushing over Kaili's forehead, before he snapped his hand back like he'd just touched fire. He felt his face burning. This is stupid. This guy is a stupid idiot and kissing or not, he's going to pay.

Jerico got to his feet, a question still lingering in his mind. He wanted to wake Kaili up to ask it, but... A few minutes ago, he would of woken Kaili up with a smack to the back of the head, but now he wasn't so sure. He wasn't feeling it anymore. "Di..." his voice died before he could even start the sentence. Kaili was asleep, he reminded himself. He wouldn't answer even if he asked. So, with an aggravated sigh, Jerico stomped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Now what?