CHAPTER 25

[ T H I R D P E R S O N’ S P. O. V ]

Levy’s heart was pounding in his chest as he heard the footsteps approach him, from behind. His blood froze, and sweat drops started to form on his forehead. The washroom was so awfully silent, that one could hear their own blood pumping in their veins. He closed his eyes shut for a while, and opened them again as he drew in a deep breath.

“Levy?” A familiar voice called out, with a tune which had no tinge of danger mixed with it. Within a second, Levy turned backwards and came face to face with his brother, Reign.

“Holy shit, Reign. What are you doing here?” He asked, breathing a sigh of relief as his brother came to his sight.

“I heard your strained voice from across the hall and I came to check. What’s wrong?” Reign’s voice was lathered with genuine concern for his elder brother, whose heart beat was still running away at the rate of millions per second.

“Nothing, just come here.” Levy breathed out, as every word he said reflected the depths of need he had for his brother. Reign gave him a warm smile, as he stepped closer to the troubled quarterback. He looped his arms around the base of his neck and pressed his body on his brother’s.

They gazed at each other’s eyes, hazel brown ones staring down at the bewitching green orbs, and Levy could swear that he could stare at those eyes for the rest of his life. Reign took the lead, as Levy leaned against the granite slab on which the huge sinks were fixed. His body muscles went from tensed to relaxed, as the little brother trailed his fingers all over the contours of his cheekbones.

Bringing his lips close to his elder brother’s, it felt like the water pressure under a thousand feet below the sea level. The sexual tension between them was immense. And when their eager lips finally met, it was as strong and as severe as a dam breaking through.

“Oh God.” Reign moaned, as his elder brother took the initiative on his side of it, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. Their lips crashed, as Reign’s free hand grabbed the hem of Levy’s jeans for support. Soon enough, Reign pressed himself further onto his brother, as the ‘in-a-tranceʼ quarterback was pushed up against the cold granite slab.

The smaller brother placed himself in between his brother’s legs, cupping his face in his hands. The hot, troubled couple were moving their lips hard. Levy could feel him growing hard, as his brother rubbed his crotch against his. Their mouths met again, with an ardent passion, and it tasted like the fruity breeze at spring time. They both wanted their fill.

“Oh brother..” Levy breathed out, as their tongues clashed against each other, battling for dominance. Their tongues were down each other’s throats and all they could think about was how much they wanted each other.

Like warm velvet wrapping them both, they continued their assault on each other, sucking the breath out, until they had to break away. Levy’s eyes scanned his brother, who was all hot and sweaty and his anxiety was now gone. All this time he thought, Reign was the one obsessed with him, but that wasn’t true.

He was the one obsessed. He was the one beguiled. He was the one enthralled. He was the one possessed. He was the one whose redemption proved out to be the man standing in front of him, with kiss swollen lips. And all along, oh lord, he was the addict.

Suddenly, he felt something vibrate in his jeans pocket. The annoyed quarterback groaned, and fished his phone out of the pocket. He found George’s name flash on the screen.

“You better be dying at this moment, George!” Levy growled, annoyed at him for ruining the moment.

“Bad timing?” He chuckled, as he noticed how much out of breath Levy seemed.

“Worst timing!” Levy corrected him, eyeing his brother who was finding his anger amusing. Reign toyed with his shirt with a smug grin on his lips. He exactly knew the amount of control he had over the domineering quarterback.

“Ashley Wicker has gone missing.” George blurted out.

“WHAT?”

(A/N : Let's all slip into something, a shade darker. This quote sounds familiar? It's from Fifty Shades Darker.

And, what do you think about Ashley's disappearance? Is she dead? Don't ask me, figure that yourself.

Tired of cliffhangers? You're readers, suck it up. 8 more chapters to go! Have a good day.

Yours, GREY.)