Jeff's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "I… I think you need some rest. I should leave."
He stood up quickly, but Rico grabbed his hand tightly. "Don't leave me alone… please," Rico pleaded, his voice soft and desperate.
Jeff looked down at him, conflicted. "You're drunk, Rico. You don't know what you're saying right now. You just need to rest."
But Rico pulled him into a tight hug. "I do know what I'm saying… and I meant every word."
Jeff's heart pounded in his chest. A wave of emotion crashed into him—confusion, guilt, desire. He thought of Mr. Sebastian and what he might say if he found out. "Rico…" Jeff whispered, then slowly pushed him away.
He grabbed his jacket and turned toward the door. "Please… take care of yourself. I'm going now."
Rico's eyes shimmered with tears as he whispered, "It's okay… You can go now. Thanks for everything."
Jeff stepped out of the house. He climbed into his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His heart screamed to stay, but his mind kept telling him to run.
"Why do I care?" he murmured. "Why does it hurt to see him like that?"
He looked up at the house, his thoughts spinning with Rico's tearful expression. Then, without thinking, he opened the car door and rushed back inside.
Rico was still on the couch, staring at the floor. He looked up, stunned. "Jun… why are you back?"
Jeff didn't answer. He crossed the room in just a few strides, grabbed Rico by the waist, and kissed him—hard and hungry.
Rico clutched Jeff's face, returning the kiss with the same raw intensity. Their breaths grew heavier as their lips moved in sync, full of emotion neither had put into words.
Jeff's thoughts scattered. I don't know what I'm doing… but I want to kiss him. I want to touch this man…
Jeff looked into Rico's eyes and gently wiped away his tears. Rico wrapped his arms around him, whispering, "I'm very lucky to have found you."
Jeff smiled softly and replied, "I'm lucky too."
As their eyes locked again, Jeff leaned in, inhaling the scent of Rico's skin. He placed a gentle kiss on Rico's neck, trailing his lips along the curve of his jaw. Rico's breath hitched as he murmured, "If you want to do more… let's go to my room."
Without hesitation, Rico took Jeff's hand and led him toward the bedroom. Jeff sat down at the edge of the bed, watching as Rico slowly removed his shirt. His toned chest was illuminated by the soft light in the room, and Jeff's heart pounded. How beautiful… he thought, barely breathing.
Rico walked toward him, his gaze intense, and slowly began to unbutton Jeff's shirt. Jeff quickly stopped him, grabbing his wrist gently.
"Rico… I don't know how to do it… with a man. It's my first time," he admitted, voice low and hesitant.
Rico gave him a warm, reassuring smile. "It's okay… I'll teach you," he said, his voice deep and soothing.
He leaned in and kissed Jeff—softly at first, then deeper, with growing hunger. His hands slid down Jeff's chest, then lower, rubbing gently over the fabric of Jeff's pants.
"You're so hard… and big," Rico whispered teasingly, his breath warm against Jeff's skin.
Jeff's breath caught in his throat. "Are you scared of it?" he asked, voice hoarse.
Rico climbed onto his lap, looking into his eyes. "I'm ready to bear it."
Jeff gripped Rico's waist, drawing him closer. He kissed Rico's chest, lips trailing down to his sensitive skin, where he began to lick and gently tease his nipples. Rico moaned softly, fingers tightening in Jeff's hair.
The room filled with heat, tension, and the quiet sounds of shared intimacy as they explored each other—new and uncharted, but full of feeling.
Rico lay back on the bed, eyes half-lidded as he watched Jeff lean over him. Their breaths mingled as Jeff kissed him deeply, the world outside their moment fading into nothing.
"Give me more," Rico whispered breathlessly. "Give me deep."
Jeff's eyes darkened with want. "I'll give you deeper than you've ever imagined," he murmured, and their lips met again in a fiery kiss.
Jeff's mouth trailed down Rico's neck, leaving a trail of warmth behind, gently biting him just enough to make Rico gasp. Rico moaned softly, fingers tangling in Jeff's hair, gripping tightly as Jeff continued to explore his body.
"Jun… Jun… Ju—" Rico's voice was a mixture of pleading and pleasure, lost in the feeling.
That night, the two of them moved together, hearts racing, bodies speaking what words could not. It was more than passion—it was the moment their connection finally ignited into something real, something unforgettable.
The soft rays of morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Jeff slowly opened his eyes, blinking as the world came into focus. His gaze landed on Rico, peacefully asleep in his arms, both of them tangled beneath the white blanket—bare, close, and warm from the night they shared.
Jeff's eyes trailed over Rico's skin, spotting faint red bite marks scattered across his neck and shoulders—marks he had left. His heart skipped. Oh shit… what did I do last night? Guilt and confusion swirled in his mind. Now what?
Rico stirred gently, his lashes fluttering before his eyes opened. As he became aware of their position—naked, lying so close—he blinked in surprise, then groaned. "My butt hurts…" he muttered, voice raspy. "We… we did it last night?"
Jeff looked away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Y-yeah… we did."
Rico sat up slowly, thoughts racing as he rubbed his temple, trying to recall everything. Jeff quietly got out of bed and started gathering his clothes from the floor, slipping into them one by one.
As Rico's eyes followed him, they landed on the faint scars across Jeff's neck and chest—reminders of a past he hadn't asked about, yet now somehow felt deeply curious about. Flashes of the night returned. His voice echoed in his mind: "Give me more, Jun… harder… faster…"
Rico shook his head, murmuring to himself, "Why… why did I do that?"
Jeff paused at the door, his back turned. Without saying a word, he opened it and stepped out, leaving Rico alone with his thoughts and a hollow ache that had nothing to do with his body.
Jeff sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He let out a shaky breath, trying to steady the storm inside his chest. Forget it, he told himself. Forget what happened. But the images of last night kept flashing in his mind—the way Rico clung to him, the sound of his voice, the way he whispered Jun...
He started the car and drove off, the engine roaring softly as he disappeared down the street.
Back in the bedroom, Rico sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the crumpled white sheets. His fingers brushed over the faint marks on his skin, the scent of Jeff still lingering on his body. He stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.
"I've been with a lot of men…" Rico whispered to himself, "but… Jun's different."
He swallowed hard, heart thudding. Why does it feel like this? Why does it feel like something more?
He looked at the door Jeff had walked out of. "He's already gone," Rico murmured. Then, more firmly, "But I need to talk to him. I need to see him again."
Jeff stood under the hot water in his bathroom, rubbing his body as memories of Rico's touches from the night before flooded back into his mind. He closed his eyes briefly, heat rising to his cheeks—not from the water, but from the vivid thoughts.
Suddenly, his phone rang. He stepped out of the shower quickly, water dripping from his hair, and grabbed the phone. A towel was wrapped loosely around his waist. He looked at the screen and muttered, "Mr. Sebastian…"
He answered the call.
"Jeff, why didn't you answer my calls?" Bast's voice was sharp, almost cold.
Jeff hesitated, then replied, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Sebastian. I was feeling a little sick."
There was a pause. "Okay. Tell me about last night."
Jeff went silent for a moment, then said carefully, "Last night, Mr. Rico didn't celebrate his birthday. He drank too much, and I just dropped him off at his house."
Bast's expression darkened on the other end. "He has many friends. What about his mother? His sister? Where were they?"
Jeff responded, "I think I need to find out more about that, sir."
"Do it," Bast said firmly. "First, take your medicine and rest. Then report back."
"Yes, sir," Jeff replied softly.
Bast hung up.
As Bast stared at the phone in his hand, he whispered to himself, Rico has many friends… and family too. Why weren't they there? Why did he look so lonely? He narrowed his eyes, confusion and a strange ache rising in his chest. After our breakup, I never cared to know what happened in his life… but now, something feels wrong.