Hit By A Car, Healed By A Touch (boyxboy)

Chapter 6

“Talk about copping an eyeful,” Taras stated with a pervy grin. God’s knows how long he had been standing there. “Want me to put up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door? You guys will totally need one.”

Kagen lowered his head, hiding the light blush that had adorned his cheeks with his hair and he twitched. “Taras…” he said his name slowly and very, very threateningly. “I suggest you get out.”

“Why?” Taras whined, pouting obnoxiously. “It was starting to get good.”

With his hair covering his eyes, Kagen said nothing as he walked over to his desk and pulled out a pair of Tonfa’s, wielding the nightsticks with the grace of an expect. And he was walking slowly over to them; very slowly, each step precise and menacing.

Taras stiffened while Jensen flailed. “Wah! Wait, I’m here too!”

“Che,” Kagen muttered, his eye hidden ominously as he lifted the Tonfa’s in an attacking position. “Then you better learn to duck.”

Taras did the smartest thing anyone would have done in such a situation; he turn and ran, Jensen on his back and clinging onto his neck acting as no hindrance whatsoever. He ducked into a vacant room and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it securely. Then, they waited with baited breath, Taras going as far as to press his ear against the door. When he didn’t hear a thing, he released a sigh of relief before they quickly turned into chuckles of amusement.

“Kagen and Makis, huh?” Taras commented as he walked over to the bed. “How cute.”

“Do you want Kagen to beat the shit out of you?” Jensen asked as Taras finally released his hold on him.

“He’s just so much fun to rile up,” Taras explained, acting as though it was a guilty hobby of his.

Jensen had no retort, so simply snorted and scooted away from the redhead the moment he released him, folding his arms over his chest and eyeing him off warily. He had to admit, though, seeing Kagen kissing Makis surprised him a little. He had the reputation of being untouchable.

Ah, well, that was regarding his status as a martial artist. Clearly, after seeing the two of them together, it didn’t…ahem.

Quite suddenly, Taras leaned forward and poked him on the cheek. It wasn’t a hard or harsh poke, but it did startle him and Jensen jumped slightly before scurrying away. “What was that for?” he asked with a sense of irritation as he held his cheek with his hand.

“You don’t like to be touch, do ya?” Taras stated more so than asked.

Still rubbing his cheek, Jensen gave him another one of his glares. “If someone is trying to touch you, then it means they’re trying to hurt you. It’s the same with any martial art.”

“But not every touch equals pain,” Taras said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, impeccably close to him and took Jensen’s chin into his hand in a surprisingly soft grip. “See? Am I hurting you?”

Jensen winced a little from the touch, but he made no conscious effort to push away. He could feel a blush make its way onto his cheeks when he found that he could really do nothing but look into Taras’s gentle blue eyes.

Strange, he didn’t notice before but they were as blue as the sky at midday.

“…I still don’t like it,” Jensen muttered after a moment of silence.

Taras arched an eyebrow. “What about this?” he asked before he suddenly let go of his chin and ran his fingers gently through his hair, twirling a loose strand around his fingers.