The days following that kiss were filled with an unbearable tension. Nio couldn't stop thinking about Tee. Every glance, every touch felt like it could spark something deeper between them. And yet, each time he felt himself getting closer to the edge of something new, he pulled back - unsure of what it all meant.

It was late one evening when the tension reached its peak. They were sitting in Nio's dorm room, both pretending to focus on the movie playing in front of them, but neither of them really watching. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the screen, but the air between them was thick with anticipation.

Nio tried to focus on the plot, his eyes flicking to the screen, but he couldn't shake the feeling of Tee sitting next to him. He could feel the warmth radiating off Tee's body, the slight shift of his weight as he leaned in just a little too close. He tried to ignore the way his heart raced every time Tee moved, but it was impossible. Every muscle in his body was taut, alive with the electricity between them.

Then it happened. Tee's hand slowly moved, resting lightly on Nio's knee. It was a casual touch, but it sent a shock through Nio's entire body, like a live wire had been connected straight to his heart. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes shot to Tee's face, trying to read his expression.

Tee was looking at him, his gaze steady, as if he was waiting for something, testing the waters. The moment stretched between them, charged with a thousand unspoken words. Nio's pulse thudded in his ears, and for a moment, he couldn't move. He couldn't speak.

But Tee wasn't waiting. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Nio's ear as he whispered, his voice low and filled with a promise, "You're staring at me again."

Nio's face flushed instantly, his heart racing even faster. "I - no, I wasn't staring," he stammered, but it was a lie, and they both knew it. He couldn't help himself. Every time he looked at Tee, the desire that simmered between them felt like it would burn him alive if he didn't let it out.

Tee's smile deepened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Nio's skin. "You can't hide it, Nio. I can feel it. You want this as much as I do."

Before Nio could respond, Tee kissed him - slowly, deliberately, his lips moving against Nio's with a heat that was both tender and possessive. Nio's eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened, and for a moment, everything else in the world faded away. All that mattered was Tee. The feel of his lips, his warmth, the weight of his body beside him.

When they pulled apart, Nio was breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked at Tee, his mind spinning, his body still buzzing from the kiss. He had wanted this for so long, but now that it was happening, he didn't know what to do.

"Tee?" His voice was a breathless whisper, as though he was afraid that saying too much would break the spell. "Are you sure about this?"

Tee's eyes were dark, intense with desire. He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a smile that sent a shiver down Nio's spine. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Tee's hand moved, trailing up Nio's thigh, his touch both reassuring and demanding. Nio's breath caught again, and he couldn't stop the way his body reacted, the way his heart hammered in his chest. Every nerve in his body screamed for more.

But despite the heat building between them, Nio hesitated. There was still a part of him - an unsure part - that was terrified of what would happen next. Of what they were becoming. He pulled back slightly, looking at Tee with wide eyes, his breath shaky. "What does this mean, Tee?"

Tee's hand slid up Nio's back, pulling him closer. "It means what you want it to mean," he said softly. "We don't need to figure it out right now. We just need to be here."

Nio's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but Tee's words grounded him. The intensity in Tee's gaze, the way he was holding him now - it felt real. It felt like something they couldn't undo.

And maybe, just maybe, Nio didn't want to.