Chapter 2 :

Either one of them didn't want to break the eye-staring contest. Devon was planning to risk it when he was about to move, a droplet of rain occurred.

The unexpected rain disturbed the moment. Without a second thought, Ashiro was the first to stand in panic. "Shit! Why does it have to rain?" Ashiro was in panic and quickly put on his shoes. He was about to step away and wanted to go back to the villa, yet a warm hand grabbed his wrist and walked in another direction.

With a doubtful look on Ashiro, he asked while running, "Isn't the way back on the other side?"

"I know a place near," Devon replied with a reassuring tone of voice.

Ashiro had no choice but to follow. Devon didn't let go of his hand while they were running. Fortunately, even though it was raining, there was still the light of the moon, so Ashiro could see the path.

After a little while, they arrived at a small house, more likely a vacation home. It wasn't that grand, yet it felt like home. However, Ashiro noticed that it seemed like no one was home because there was no light inside the house. "I think there's no one who owns the house," he said.

"Nah, I have the keys," Devon replied, taking them out of his pocket and unlocking the door.

Ashiro looked like he wanted to ask if Devon owned the place. "This place is owned by a friend of mine, Calix. He already knows that I'll be sleeping here tonight," Devon said, as if understanding the question Ashiro was about to ask earlier.

"Here, dry yourself," Devon passed him a towel.

"T-thanks," he replied nervously. Ashiro couldn't help but notice Devon, who was only wearing shorts, revealing his muscular body. "Oh God, please don't make me a saint," he whispered to himself, trying to compose his thoughts.

"You can take a shower. I left some undergarments and a shirt inside the bathroom," Devon said, heading to the kitchen.

"Okay..." Ashiro was about to step into the bathroom when Devon spoke again.

"Also, just look under the sink. There's a cabinet filled with shorts," Devon said, sipping water.

Ashiro observed Devon's every move. It was hard for him to ignore Devon's alluring presence, especially as a bisexual man. He felt flustered but managed to gather himself and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"For God's sake! Why am I like this?" he murmured, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. "I don't want to be a saint, please," he added.

"Ashiro, get a hold of yourself. He already has a girlfriend, okay?" he reminded himself. "Forget it! Let's just take a bath," he said, removing his wet clothes.

Luckily, there was a washing machine in the bathroom, although there was no dryer. He decided to wash his clothes, as there were hangers and detergent in the cabinet.

He took a while in the shower. More like he spent over 35 minutes inside. Before exiting, he wrung out his clothes and emerged with wet hair.

He didn't want to come out because he felt embarrassed about his appearance. The clothes Devon left for him were too big, almost like a dress on him. He had no choice but to wear them. Thankfully, he found shorts in the cabinet Devon mentioned earlier.

Upon stepping out of the bathroom, he saw Devon in the living room, seemingly preparing food. He closed the door quietly and approached the table where Devon was.

"You're done already? Come on, let's have dinner. I've prepared a little," he said to Ashiro. It was a creamy miso mushroom pasta.

"Mmm... It smells good," he said. It was true that Devon was skilled in everything. The aroma made him even hungrier. He pulled a chair next to Devon and sat down, waiting for Devon to join him. However, when he looked back, Devon had gone back to the kitchen.

"You can eat first. I'll get us some drinks," he said. Ashiro didn't hesitate to start eating. Food was life for him, as he wasn't a picky eater unlike those born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

"Water, juice, or soda?" Devon asked, looking into the refrigerator.

He swallowed his food. "So... I think I saw some tequila and wine there." He meant to say soda, but he noticed some alcohol in the cabinet where the TV in the living room was.

"Are you really sure?" Devon seemed hesitant to hear this.

"I'll grab it, Devon," he said, standing up and heading to the cabinet to take a tequila with 40% alcohol content.

"I think it's too strong for you, Sheero," Devon hesitated at his decision.

"Don't worry, the stronger, the better, you know."

When he reached the table, there was a wine glass on the table. Devon grabbed the wine and opened it, then poured it into each glass.

After a while, they had finished eating. He was already feeling tipsy from the tequila. Devon did not notice that his companion had already had too much to drink. "I think you nee-" he didn't finish his statement, seeing that Ashiro was already asleep. He was deeply asleep on the sofa. Devon didn't even notice that Ashiro went on the sofa, he got up from his chair to wake up Ashiro.

Devon felt a strange sensation as he stared at the man in front of him. "Why do I find this guy so sexy?" he said.

He couldn't deny that earlier, he really wanted to kiss that guy. Luckily, it rained, otherwise he would have already cheated on his girlfriend. Yes, he had already been in a relationship with Diana for six months. But earlier it seemed like he lost his mind at the lake. He feels like there is something that makes him do something he can't control.

Ashiro moved a bit, which caused Devon to move his clothes up.

Devon could see Ashiro's fair skin. He could hardly see his small waist. The white leg-oops, why was he looking at someone else's body? He feels like a pervert, and in addition to being a straight guy, why is he attracted to this guy? They are both men. Put that in your head, Devon. He reminded himself.

"Ashiro, Ashh, wake up. It's getting cold out here, let's go inside the room." He thought Ashiro was already asleep. So he had no choice but to carry him. "How can a guy be this light?" He asked himself. He tried hard not to look at Ashiro, otherwise he would not be able to control himself from doing what he wanted to do.

He was trying to grab the doorknob to open the door until he noticed that Ashiro moved.

Ashiro felt something was wrong. It seemed like someone was lifting him up, so he opened his eyes. He was surprised to see himself being carried in a bridal style by Devon.

He struggled to lift himself. He was about to fall, but then he felt warm hands cover his back and another hand wrapped around his waist as if to protect him from falling.

He closed his eyes tightly. Then he felt a warm breath on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and Devon's face appeared to be staring at him intensely. His gaze was filled with-no, it couldn't be-thirst?!