I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 167: So precious (Slight M)

Arlen thought he was brave but at this moment he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the expression in Ravi’s eyes, "You don’t have to say it back. You do not have to say anything, I just wanted to let you know. And it would be my greatest honor if you would consider me."

Ravi looked at him. He was so shocked that he could not react for a while. Arlen opened his eyes and seeing the flabbergasted expression on Ravi’s face, his heart sank.

"I think I should go. I will see you tomorrow. Rest well." He could not stay here anymore, if he did, he might just make an unseemly spectacle with his tears.

As he turned, Ravi reached out to stop him, his hand wrapping around his wrist so tightly and naturally. It made Arlen’s heart skip a bit.

He was touching him like this, does it mean that he is not upset with him? The knowledge brought a sweet joy to his heart and a gentle breeze blew around the house.

Love was a mystery indeed, Arlen thought. Just a simple touch and he felt like his heart was so content, like rain on dry soil.

Ravi swallowed, his throat bobbing as he looked at him. The heat of the wrist on him, the warm blood he could feel running through Arlen’s body told him, that it was real. Arlen liked him.

And he was asking him to return his feelings. This person who was so important to him, this person who was everything he ever dreamt of liked him.

"I like you too," Ravi said calmly as he looked up at him.

Arlen sighed and nodded his head sadly, "I understand. En? Wait, really? Do you like me? Why? No, no, you have said it, you can’t take it back Ravi." He twisted his hand, turning it around so that he would be the one gripping Ravi’s wrist.

Why? Do you know how long I have loved you? Could you understand just how precious you are?

The two of them looked at each other and Ravi’s eyes were so clear that he could see every swirling color as he stared into Arlen’s blue eyes. Ravi stepped closer and with his free right hand, he stretched it towards Arlen.

His fingers traced ghostly touches up the side of Arlen’s arms. His fingers hovered over the top of Arlen’s shoulders before descending on his neck, it was warm, pulsing with life. It moved up, his thumb brushing against Arlen’s lips before moving up to cup his cheeks.

It rested snugly, sending a shiver down Arlen’s body but more than the hand on his cheeks was the eyes looking at him. It was compelling.

He could not look away, not for the death of him.

"Arlen."

For the first time in his life, Arlen suddenly realized how sweet his name sounded.

"You are like the brightest sun. Why? How can I not? You shine so brightly, you are so kind, funny, and handsome."

"Handsome?" Arlen’s eyes twinkled and Ravi’s lips twitched before settling on a smile.

"Yes, you are so handsome. I like it. I like everything about Arlen. I love the way you love life, your dedication, your compassion, the way you frown, the way you work, and your smile. If I should die this moment, I pray it should be the last thing I see before I leave for the Netherworld." His hands moved from his cheeks, "And your eyes, your kind beautiful eyes. Arlen. You are life as heaven intended it. The most beautiful color in shades of gray. To me, falling in love is only natural. How could I not?" Ravi stood on his tiptoes and his breath caught in his throat.

The look in those blue eyes was dizzying, like standing at the edge of the shore to watch the sunrise. His hand touched the hair like gold and Ravi closed the distance, his cool lips pressed down.

He tasted like him, a taste Ravi could identify but not define. He tasted warm, probably the way the sun must taste. He tasted like joy, he tasted like his.

That kiss started gently, Arlen letting go of Ravi’s hand to weave his hand in his hair. The kiss was so gentle, reverent even, sending shudders down his body. It was like the words Ravi felt he could not tell him, he could show him.

The way he kissed him, like he was sacrificing something to an altar. Arlen has never been kissed like this, he did not attempt to take control allowing Ravi to take control.

Sparks tingled through him and Ravi soon deepened the kiss with hungry strokes. His heart was tumbling so fast, that Arlen felt that he was in complete trouble.

Ravi’s lips brought bliss as they slid against Arlen’s in a scorching kiss that sent aftershocks through his body.

Ravi’s kiss was like standing at the edge as the sea churned crest below, one step off would guarantee destruction. As he sank his lips over his, from reverent, those strokes soon grew more desperate. He did not just seek to possess, but to devore.

A shudder ran through Arlen’s back as he let the sensations wash over him. They kissed for a while until Ravi pulled away, kissing him on the forehead as he did so.

Arlen struggled to breathe but his cheeks turned red at the gentle kiss on his forehead. He suddenly had the urge to kick his feet and tell everyone that he had a boyfriend.

"That was one hell of a kiss." He said and Ravi laughed loudly. The two of them looked at each other and a similar mirth flashed in their eyes.

"I...you had a long day. I don’t want to keep you out here. It is cold." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

No, I have never caught a cold. He did not want Arlen to leave so soon.

"I will see you tomorrow."

"En."

"Good night." Arlen said, grinning and giving him a peck.

"Goodnight, Arlen." Ravi thought after confessing, they would, you know...

Three minutes after Arlen left, he still stood there. There was a sense of surreality that had faded away.

The wind blew and he looked to the left, it was Arlen returning with a sheepish expression on his face.

"Did anything happen?"

"No. I just wanted to confirm. We are dating, right? You are my boyfriend, right?" He looked at his lips and swallowed.

Ravi laughed, "Yes, I am yours."

"So, can I have another kiss?"