When Levine woke up, for the first time in forever... he felt refreshed.
His body was light, mind clear, and the fatigue that had clung to him for days had finally lifted. He sat up slowly, rubbing his messy hair and blinking around. The spot beside him was empty-Kallen was gone. The window was closed, the library quiet, and the AC right above had been set perfectly... like someone adjusted it while he slept.
He glanced to his side and saw a notebook.
Neat handwriting. Clear notes. Easy to understand. All the lessons he'd missed-written out perfectly.
Tucked inside was a small sticky note:
Find me in the music room.
Levine blinked. Then smiled.
After a quick fresh-up, he packed his bag and made his way there.
"Kallen?" Levine called out, stepping inside the spacious, echoing music room.
There, near the piano, Kallen was adjusting some instruments the teacher had apparently asked him to check. He didn't look up.
"Lock the door," Kallen said flatly.
Levine blinked, a bit flustered... but did it.
Click.
Now it was just them.
The silence in the room was thick. Heavy. Even the air felt warmer than it should. Levine walked forward, fidgeting.
"I really had a great sleep... thanks to you," he spoke first, trying to break the tension.
Kallen finally turned, leaning back against the piano with his arms crossed, watching him silently.
Levine bit his lip.
The way Kallen looked at him... those dark eyes, still and intense, burned right through him. He looked away, nervous. Then, gathering courage, he stepped forward and pressed a soft kiss to Kallen's lips.
"...That's a little thank you," he whispered, eyes still on the floor.
Silence.
Kallen didn't say a word.
"Seriously... why do you always have to be so silent? Can't you talk a little? This is so awkward and embarrass-"
Levine gasped as Kallen suddenly grabbed him, pulling him close, lips crashing onto his in a deep, heated kiss. He backed Levine gently against the piano, the cool surface pressing to his spine.
"Wait... wait-here?" Levine whispered breathlessly.
"It's soundproof," Kallen murmured against his skin, lips kissing down his jawline. "No one will hear you."
His hands moved with slow confidence, brushing against Levine's hips and sliding beneath the fabric of his hoodie. His voice was low, commanding.
"If you want to thank me... then keep speaking."
"...What?" Levine blinked, confused, flustered.
"Say my name," Kallen whispered, fingers dancing up Levine's spine.
"K-Kallen..." Levine murmured, cheeks burning, heart thundering.
"Louder."
Kallen's hands slid under his hoodie, fingers deliberately brushing warm skin, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched.
"Mhm... Kallen," Levine whimpered, voice soft, needy, fingers tightening on Kallen's shoulders. He felt himself melting into the kiss that followed-desperate, hungry, deep.
Kallen's lips moved from his mouth to his jaw, then to his neck and collarbone. He pulled at Levine's zipper.
"Lift your arms."
Levine hesitated-but obeyed, shy and red, slowly lifting them.
Kallen pulled the hoodie off and tossed it aside. Levine stood there in his school shirt, messy and disheveled. Kallen unbuttoned it, one button at a time, fingers brushing warm skin underneath.
With his shirt now open, Kallen explored him like a map-like a melody he was learning by heart. His fingers moved along Levine's waist, delicate but firm, almost like he was playing piano keys.
"Your body's an instrument," he whispered, lips brushing over Levine's chest, "and I'm the only one who knows how to play it right." Then he looked up, eyes burning. "Now sing for me. Talk. Moan. Whisper. Just let it out... for me."
Levine's breath hitched as Kallen's lips ghosted over his skin-every kiss slow, deliberate, and devastating. His hands roamed across Levine's bare skin, exploring every inch like it was something he'd been aching to touch for ages.
Levine whimpered when Kallen's tongue flicked over a spot just below his collarbone, sending shivers down his spine.
"K-Kallen... it tickles..." he gasped, fingers clutching the edge of the piano behind him.
"Good," Kallen murmured against his chest, lips curving into a smirk. "Then you'll remember it."
With every kiss, every brush of his hands, Kallen pulled something raw and needy from Levine. He kissed down slowly, then moved back up-teasing, not giving him what he wanted all at once. His touch was like fire, his lips painting trails over skin as if marking territory.
Levine's hands instinctively slid under Kallen's shirt, feeling the firm muscle underneath. It made him dizzy. Kallen was burning hot, every inch of him sculpted, strong-and yet his touches were tender, calculated, like he was savoring every second.
Their lips met again-deeper, more desperate this time. Kallen grabbed Levine's waist, lifting him slightly to sit on the edge of the piano, lips never breaking. The moment he did, they were both gasping, lips red, eyes locked.
Kallen leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Levine's, both of them breathless.
"You're shaking," Kallen whispered.
"I'm not used to this..." Levine admitted softly, voice trembling as his fingers gripped Kallen's shirt tighter.
"I know," Kallen said, brushing a thumb over Levine's lower lip. "But you're doing so good for me."
Then he leaned in again, this time kissing him with everything-hunger, control, possessiveness. His tongue danced with Levine's, stealing every sound, every moan that escaped. Levine clung to him like a lifeline, heat flooding through every nerve as Kallen's hands ran up his bare sides, thumbs brushing under his arms, so slowly it made him whimper.
Levine's head fell back slightly, lips parted, chest rising and falling as he gasped when Kallen kissed down his throat again, biting gently and sucking at the sensitive skin.
"Mhm-ah... Kallen..." Levine's voice cracked, overwhelmed.
"That's it," Kallen growled, pulling him closer, grinding their bodies together with just enough pressure to make Levine tremble again. "You feel that? That's how much I want you."
Levine's eyes fluttered closed. "Why... why do you want me so much?"
Kallen pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. His gaze was dark, but soft.
"Because you're the only thing that makes me lose control... and I like it."
He leaned in again, kissing him with that same heat, making Levine melt under every touch, every sound they exchanged in that silent, sealed room-where time felt like it stopped just for them.
Their bodies tangled, lips swollen, shirts half open, breaths heavy and sweet with tension.
It was a symphony of heat, breath, and whispered names-Kallen's favorite melody.