บท 16: Cold Intimacy
[Adrian's POV]
Johan had always been the naive, cute guy in Adrian's eyes. But as the brunet straddled him fully naked; chest heaving, and the surrounding of his left nipple adorned with an angry bite mark, the innocence he painted Johan in his imagination shattered forever.
Never judge a book by its cover. Adrian learned how true that old saying was tonight.
Body still tingling with the high of his orgasm, Adrian lifted a hand to caress Johan's bare hips. "Han. That was—!"
"That's what you keep coming here for, right?" Johan said in a flat voice.
Adrian's hand stopped mid air, centimeters away from Johan's skin. For the first time since he bit Johan's nipple, their eyes met. The emotionless orbs stabbed him, and his still erect manhood slowly turned placid.
How did he not notice it? Adrian was too blinded by euphoria that he failed to realize Johan engaged in a sexual play with him with no feelings at all. Nothing but pure lust.
Johan climbed out of his lap, pinching their scattered clothes with his toes and flinging it to the couch's armrest, away from the mess they made on the leather surface. He trotted to the kitchen with no words, leaving Adrian to deal with the sticky substance on his body by himself.
"Hey," Johan called, head popping in the kitchen doorway. "Wanna shower together?"
Adrian hesitated, but the drying cum and ice cream on his skin made him stood and followed Johan to the kitchen. The ogling look Adrian received made him semi-erect, and Johan smirked.
He's so not innocent at all.
The cold sprinkle of water brought shivers to his body, but Johan's soapy hands rubbing against his skin turned him into a living furnace. The overpowering scent of sweet coconut clogged his nose, arousing him even more.
Johan lathered his firm chest with froth, fingers intentionally strumming his perked nipples. His hands traveled down to his abs, and it stayed there for a long time, rubbing, pinching, until it moved to his back.
"You're awfully quiet, Adrian," Johan whispered to his ears as his hands roamed around his back, pinching his butt cheeks when he didn't answer. It still held no emotion, but it sounded seductive with his lowered voice.
"Han, I-I don't—what?" Adrian stammered, distracted because Johan had his body pressed against him.
Adrian's breathing hitched when Johan pulled away and kneeled to tend to both his legs. His hardened cock twitched at the position Johan was in. One wrong move and he'll... he'll... damn it!
"Where's the Adrian who kissed me yesterday?" Johan looked up and grabbed him, stroking his shaft that almost made him explode.
"HanNghh!" Not knowing where to put his hands, Adrian's hand flew to the wall next to him.
"Oh, he's gone to heaven, I see. Rest in peace, buddy," Johan said in a mocking tone of voice. He thumbed the underside and clenched around the head, rubbing in circular motion. Adrian orgasmed not too long ago ad he still felt sensitive there. Before he reached his peak, however, Johan let go of his dick. "I like you better when you're assertive."
Such a fucking tease!
Johan stood and stepped out of the water sprinkler. He leaned on the white wall, lathering himself with soap while staring at Adrian. He looked erotic in that position, like a model posing for a bold magazine.
Assertive. Johan said he wanted him to be assertive. But he also forbade Adrian from touching him. Adrian panted as water and foam gushed down his body, his erection aching with need.
Fuck. Which one does he need to do? He can't think. Johan's driving him crazy and—wait.
Adrian glared at the shorter man. The smirk on his face told him that's his intention from the very start. Taking a step forward, he yanked Johan towards him. "What are you smirking at, Han? Are you toying with me?"
"So what if I am? What are you gonna do about it?" Johan looked up, challenging him.
Adrian hooked an arm to his waist, hand slithering between Johan's ass until he reached his entrance. "This is what I'll do if you're not gonna stop playing this little game of yours."
Johan squirmed when he inserted the tip of his middle finger. "Adrian, stop." He gripped his shoulders, but didn't push him away.
"What? You don't like it?" Adrian pushed further and Johan pressed against him with a whimper.
"N-no. I mean, I love what you're doing, but I'm not letting you fuck me bareback."
Adrian frowned at the unfamiliar word. "What do you mean?"
Johan looked at him with serious eyes. "If you want to continue this." He motioned to what they're doing. "Either you use a condom, or provide me with a medical certificate stating you don't have a sexually transmitted disease."
The last part of his statement felt like a slap in the face. Adrian let go of Johan, who stepped past him and into the shower.
"Sorry. I'm just being careful," Johan said as he scrubbed the foam out of his body. "I have mine in the bedroom, along with lab results. You can check them once we're done here."
Adrian's arousal faded. He couldn't argue because Johan got a point, but the entire ordeal felt like transactional, and it crumpled his gut in disdain. Johan didn't trust him. That hurt.
"Don't be pressured. If you don't want to go through the lab testing and stuff, just make sure you have a condom with you every time." Johan left the bathroom after that, and Adrian stood in the cold bathroom floor with only the pattering sound of water from behind.
Adrian stepped out of the shower after he collected himself, a red towel wrapped around his waist. Johan was waiting for him in the kitchen, dressed in a pair of boxers. He stood upon seeing Adrian and met him halfway, holding a blue towel of his own.
"Your hair's still dripping wet," Johan said, raising the towel to his head to help Adrian dry his hair. "You angry?"
Adrian shook his head, bowing to give Johan an easier access. The towel hung to his shoulder and icy fingers grasped both sides of his face.
"It's easy to tell when you're angry."
"I'm not."
"You've got expressive eyes, Adrian." Johan thumbed his thick eyebrows before leaning in to kiss his forehead. The warmth in his voice was back, and the kiss he planted on Adrian's lips felt genuine. "Sorry to bring that up in the middle of an intimate moment, but I need it to be clear."
"It's okay, Han. I understand."
"But you're not happy about it."
Adrian looked Johan in the eyes. The storm in those hazel orbs disappeared, and Johan's back to his usual self. Whatever his usual self was even. It's getting harder to read him.
"Are you staying the night?" Johan asked, sliding his fingers to link their hands together, guiding him to the living room.
The mess they made on the couch was gone. The television has been turned off, and again, whatever occurred felt like a distant dream. If it wasn't for the angry bruise on Johan's chest, he would have believed it was only a part of his sexual delusions.
Johan squeezed lightly, still waiting for Adrian's answer. Back in the bathroom, he was sure he'd have to drive home late. But at the pooling emptiness in his heart, Adrian need Johan's warmth by his side.
"Yeah, I'm staying," Adrian answered. "Is that okay?"
The smile he received told him he's welcome to stay the night, and he's not saying no to that. After pulling on his boxers, Johan had him sit on the bed as he grabbed a hair blower.
The whirring sound of the device accompanied Adrian's swirling thoughts, but Johan's fingers on his scalp soothed his troubled mind. He was really great with his fingers, wasn't he?
"Han?" Adrian began as Johan continued his ministration over his head. "Have you... have you had one-night stands?"
"A few times," Johan answered without missing a beat. "Why?"
'Am I one of those one-night stands to you?' Adrian wanted to ask, but shook his head instead. "Nothing. I'm just curious."
"Does that disappoint you?" Johan turned off the blower and unplugged it. When Adrian didn't answer, Johan dropped to his side to explain. "That was in the past before I met you. I need to forget."
"Forget about what?"
"I'd rather not talk about it." Johan climbed to bed but paused. "I have a spare toothbrush in the kitchen drawer. You can use it."
"Okay." Adrian stood and walked to the kitchen to get rid of the lingering taste of chocolate ice cream and escaped the suffocating truth that Johan has been with someone else before him.
In his mind, Johan never had anyone, not even a first boyfriend. He's unsure if it was jealousy, and even if it was, who was he to feel jealous? What right does he have to feel such emotion when Johan was only his, inside this apartment?
When Adrian walked back in the bedroom, Johan was already nestled beneath the covers. He held his smartphone in his hand, the light from the screen illuminating his smiling face.
Adrian felt his hands unconsciously crumpled into fists. Sighing, he crawled under the covers and pulled Johan in an embrace. He got a glimpse of a chatbox before Johan turned off the screen of his mobile. "Who's that?"
"Nothing. Just a chat group site I joined yesterday." Johan dropped his smartphone to the bedside table and faced him. "You're still angry, huh?"
Adrian only tightened his gripped around Johan's waist, bringing their body as closer as he could get.
"So needy," Johan grumbled on his lips before kissing him.
Adrian returned the kiss with a fervent one, showing Johan how needy he could get.
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K_Contiello Despite all the drama, I'm here to lowkey promote HIV/AIDS Awareness. Whatever your gender is, knowing your status or simply educating yourself with correct information can help fight social stigma and raise awareness. Because more often than not, people died not from the virus, but from the fear of knowing their status and the discrimination they might face.
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