Kaysar
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Category:
Reality TV › Big Brother
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,943
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Kaysar
***Disclaimer - This is all in lighthearted longing for a hook-up that will probably never happen. No offence to Kaysar, Michael or Janelle is meant.*****
The end was near for Kaysar. He wanted to kick himself. He was given a second chance by America and was on his way out the door the very next week. He had hoped to come in with a clear mind and play the game with integrity. But after 14 hours in the Pressure cooker with Jen and poor Rachel exhausted on the floor, he had believed Jennifer's lie about getting rid of James. Now Kaysar was on the block, backdoored by Jenn and her evil group of Cappy cult members. He was disappointed in himself. He hadn't wanted to win the game for money, his main thought since hearing about the America's choice vote was that he could go back and protect Janey. He wanted to keep her safe for as long as he could. Even going home tomorrow wasn't so bad to him, he was relieved to be away from the viciousness of the house, and Janelle still had another chance, but he would be away from her and when she got out she would be running to Michael. Kaysar shook the thoughts of jealousy from his head, Michael was a dear friend and he would never think bad thoughts about him, no matter that Michael clearly had Janey's heart. He put away his prayer mat and went to brush his teeth before bed. He was always the last to sleep, staying up late with Janey and sometimes Howie, he didn't care that he would fell like crap in the morning, those long nights filled with playful teasing were what made it tolerable in the house. Janey's sparkling eyes and brilliant smile were worth a thousand sleepless nights to him. He tried to stay quiet as he entered the Bedroom area, Howie and Rachel were sharing a bed in the gold room with James in the other bed in the room. Jenn and her crew were camped out in the Head Of House room upstairs. Janey was sleeping on a bed in the colourful room known as the Rainbow room. Kaysar hesitated for a fraction of a second, tempted to crawl into bed with her and spend his last night with her in his arms. She had asked him too, smiling playfully as they finished up their conversation.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?" She had asked, her voice and demeaner very innocent.
"No, you might grab my butt." H had teased but his heart had pounded at the thought and he was sure he would touch her with want and desire, in a way that he should not. Finding strength in his faith he continued onto his own bed, far away from Janelle and laid down on it, staring up at the ceiling while his left hand reached up and began to absently twist at his dark hair. He went over the final words he planned to say when Julie gave him his chance to address the others in the game. Eventually he fell asleep.
In his dream he smelled her, sweet and light, hair tickling his face, warm skin sliding against his. A cool hand touched his face and he woke with a jump, Janelle was in his bed.
"Shhhh." She whispered.
"What is it?" He asked
"I don't want you to go tomorrow. I hope I made them hate me enough to vote me out instead of you." She told him, her hand still on his face, stroking his cheek and beard. He could barely concentrate on the conversation, the feel of her up against him was more than he imagined.
"I don't think that is likely." He responded.
"I'm going to be so lonely. The week you were gone was awful." She admitted and she laid her headon his shoulder, still tilting her head to look at his face, his arm automatically went around her shoulders, holding her against him.
"You shouldn't be here." He told her even as he held her securely against him.
"Your family will be angry and embarrassed." She nodded, knowing the beliefs of his family forbade a man to lay in a bed with a woman who was not his wife.
"They will be. But for the life of me I can not find the strength to make you go." He admitted, his whisper so soft she could barely hear him.
"I'm sorry." She said, he voice filled with hurt, she didn't want to cause him pain, not the kindest person she had ever known.
"Don't be." He took his free hand and laid in to her face and leaned toward her, wanting to feel her lips just once before he had to go home. She made a soft sigh as their lips met, he knew then that she had wanted the same thing. He pulled away, was he just a body to lay againt? A convient person to make her feel wanted? A substitute for Michael?
"What about Michael?" He asked, his lips tingling from his very first kiss.
"I don't want to hurt him, But I think I jumped into that too soon. Kaysar, I really like and care for you. I know you can't promise me anything. Just for tonight let's forget all that. And when we see each other on the outside we can go from there."
"Janey you really just might be the perfect woman." He teased before kissing her again, he wasn't sure he was doing it right but she seemed to like it, judging by the little noises she was making and when she slipped her tongue into his mouth he thought he might explode in his pajama pants. He knew he had to stop, he was already going way beyond what he should be doing, he pulled away and tucked her head under his chin, deciding that tomorrow when he saw his family he could deal with the reprecussions because tonight he was just a man laying with the woman he loved. He felt her body relax and knew she was asleep but he stayed awake, memorizing each thought and feeling so that he could cherish this moment again and again for the remainder of his life.
The End
The end was near for Kaysar. He wanted to kick himself. He was given a second chance by America and was on his way out the door the very next week. He had hoped to come in with a clear mind and play the game with integrity. But after 14 hours in the Pressure cooker with Jen and poor Rachel exhausted on the floor, he had believed Jennifer's lie about getting rid of James. Now Kaysar was on the block, backdoored by Jenn and her evil group of Cappy cult members. He was disappointed in himself. He hadn't wanted to win the game for money, his main thought since hearing about the America's choice vote was that he could go back and protect Janey. He wanted to keep her safe for as long as he could. Even going home tomorrow wasn't so bad to him, he was relieved to be away from the viciousness of the house, and Janelle still had another chance, but he would be away from her and when she got out she would be running to Michael. Kaysar shook the thoughts of jealousy from his head, Michael was a dear friend and he would never think bad thoughts about him, no matter that Michael clearly had Janey's heart. He put away his prayer mat and went to brush his teeth before bed. He was always the last to sleep, staying up late with Janey and sometimes Howie, he didn't care that he would fell like crap in the morning, those long nights filled with playful teasing were what made it tolerable in the house. Janey's sparkling eyes and brilliant smile were worth a thousand sleepless nights to him. He tried to stay quiet as he entered the Bedroom area, Howie and Rachel were sharing a bed in the gold room with James in the other bed in the room. Jenn and her crew were camped out in the Head Of House room upstairs. Janey was sleeping on a bed in the colourful room known as the Rainbow room. Kaysar hesitated for a fraction of a second, tempted to crawl into bed with her and spend his last night with her in his arms. She had asked him too, smiling playfully as they finished up their conversation.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?" She had asked, her voice and demeaner very innocent.
"No, you might grab my butt." H had teased but his heart had pounded at the thought and he was sure he would touch her with want and desire, in a way that he should not. Finding strength in his faith he continued onto his own bed, far away from Janelle and laid down on it, staring up at the ceiling while his left hand reached up and began to absently twist at his dark hair. He went over the final words he planned to say when Julie gave him his chance to address the others in the game. Eventually he fell asleep.
In his dream he smelled her, sweet and light, hair tickling his face, warm skin sliding against his. A cool hand touched his face and he woke with a jump, Janelle was in his bed.
"Shhhh." She whispered.
"What is it?" He asked
"I don't want you to go tomorrow. I hope I made them hate me enough to vote me out instead of you." She told him, her hand still on his face, stroking his cheek and beard. He could barely concentrate on the conversation, the feel of her up against him was more than he imagined.
"I don't think that is likely." He responded.
"I'm going to be so lonely. The week you were gone was awful." She admitted and she laid her headon his shoulder, still tilting her head to look at his face, his arm automatically went around her shoulders, holding her against him.
"You shouldn't be here." He told her even as he held her securely against him.
"Your family will be angry and embarrassed." She nodded, knowing the beliefs of his family forbade a man to lay in a bed with a woman who was not his wife.
"They will be. But for the life of me I can not find the strength to make you go." He admitted, his whisper so soft she could barely hear him.
"I'm sorry." She said, he voice filled with hurt, she didn't want to cause him pain, not the kindest person she had ever known.
"Don't be." He took his free hand and laid in to her face and leaned toward her, wanting to feel her lips just once before he had to go home. She made a soft sigh as their lips met, he knew then that she had wanted the same thing. He pulled away, was he just a body to lay againt? A convient person to make her feel wanted? A substitute for Michael?
"What about Michael?" He asked, his lips tingling from his very first kiss.
"I don't want to hurt him, But I think I jumped into that too soon. Kaysar, I really like and care for you. I know you can't promise me anything. Just for tonight let's forget all that. And when we see each other on the outside we can go from there."
"Janey you really just might be the perfect woman." He teased before kissing her again, he wasn't sure he was doing it right but she seemed to like it, judging by the little noises she was making and when she slipped her tongue into his mouth he thought he might explode in his pajama pants. He knew he had to stop, he was already going way beyond what he should be doing, he pulled away and tucked her head under his chin, deciding that tomorrow when he saw his family he could deal with the reprecussions because tonight he was just a man laying with the woman he loved. He felt her body relax and knew she was asleep but he stayed awake, memorizing each thought and feeling so that he could cherish this moment again and again for the remainder of his life.
The End