🦄HAY THERE! MY LITTLE SNOWDROPS! 🦄

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"Rotting in the shower like this would not do anything!"

Nethuka thought as he rubbed his fingertips that had scrunched up skin that resembled a snail trail on sand. His eyes were bleary and hurting as he had stayed under the shower for too long.

He had no idea what had triggered these not so positive feelings that made him reluctant to go to his own room. But what he knew was that the person in that room had something to do with it. Akesh.

How Akesh even ended up on Nethuka's bed was a nightmare dressed like a day dream. It was a bizarre situation that Nethuka never saw coming.

But now as he hid in the bathroom like a timid rat not wanting to be caught by a python Nethuka knew that nightmares can occur in broad daylight.

A loud knock on the bathroom door made Nethuka slide and fall on to the slippery floor.

"Hay? Are you still in there?"

Akesh's voice was heard from behind the door.

And Nethuka felt his entire body heating up like a match that was lit on fire. A strong hot flare furiously burning down his body warming him from the insides before dying out in to a nothingness. A flash of lightning that ran through his body reaching every curve and edge, rejuvenating him.

He glued his thighs together as his alerted head suddenly rose high. Despite the mildly warm water that dripped down his naked body he felt cold and frozen. And despite the closed and locked up bathroom door that stood between them he felt as if Akesh had invaded his privacy. His personal space.

"Nethuka? HAY?"

Another knock and a yell from the unwelcoming voice fell on Nethuka's ears and Nethuka said, "Poddak inna" [wait a little] and turned off the shower.

He hesitated for a second before opening the bathroom door and made sure that the towel was tightly wrapped around his body before stepping out. He did not want to risk anything, did not want to be seen by him that way.

As soon as he opened the door to step out from the warm, cozy bathroom he was greeted with a cold splash of night air and an even colder death glare.

Akesh stood there with a towel on his shoulder with a frown on his face ready to eat Nethuka's soul out.

"How very grateful of a guest this is?"
Nethuka sarcastically thought to himself.

Of course he would never say such a thing to Akesh's face even though to slap him with such words was a blooming desire in Nethuka's heart. Not because he was sacred or anything he just did not want to hurt someone's feelings.

"Finally!"

Akesh complained before going in to the bathroom walking past him.

"Whose house is this again?"
Nethuka asked a rhetorical question from himself while shaking his head.

He walked towards the staircase and saw it sunk in darkness because the lights from the upper end of it had not been lit. And thinking that he would be able to make it Nethuka took his first step only to trip and fall on to his back.

"Ouch"

He whinced in pain as his back and head hit the floor and Nethuka stayed still on the floor with his closed eyes trying to gather what just happened to him.

"Arrrgh"

He muttered in pain as he tried to roll on to the side but his back was hurting from the fall. Despite the pain Nethuka tried to get back on to his feet, loosening up the knot on his "towel sarong" during the process.

And once he got back on to his feet he stood in his born cloths at the foot of the staircase with his towel on his feet, he prayed God to not to make Akesh open the bathroom door to check what had happened.

For the first time Nethuka was glad that Akesh was a heartless bastard that had no care for anything other than himself.

And once he got to his room Nethuka put on a baggy t shirt and a pair of pijama bottoms that covered his ankle even and got on to his bedroom that was on the right corner of the room.

Unlike the other days that he would spend reading books or scrolling down on his phone waiting for sleep to come, Nethuka went to bed with neither his phone nor a book.

His mind was so occupied with one thing at that moment that he could not focus on anything else.

One disturbing thought that made him hate himself. A cursed thought that a sane person should not be thinking about a certified asshole like Akesh.

"What would have happened if he opened the bathroom door to check if I was alright?"

Nethuka laid on his bed as the September moonlight invaded his room through the window. The light fell on to Akesh's bed that was right under the window, drawing a long scary looking shadow on the floor.

Nethuka tried to erase all thoughts about Akesh from his mind and tried to make himself fall asleep even though sleep had no intensions of coming anywhere near him.

Nethuka turned to left and right making his bed a mess as he was failing all his attempts to go to sleep. And all a sudden his entire body tensed and curled in to a defensive position that he always preferred to sleep in as the lights of his room lit up.

"Akesh!"

Nethuka thought as he heard the footsteps that reached the other end of the room. And as he laid facing Akesh's bed Nethuka sealed his eyes shut not wanting to open them.

It was his room not Akesh's. But once Akesh stepped in to it Nethuka could not help but to feel like an invader. A prisoner in his own house. An outsider in his own home.

With his eyes forcefully closed Nethuka tried to fall a sleep. But the a constant squeaky sound from the other end of the room kept on interrupting him.

And as he opened his eyes slightly to see from where the sound is coming from his eyes were greeted with the sight of Akesh making himself "little too comfortable" on Nethuka's bed.

His shorts rested at his knees as they were rolled down and he arched his back
making a bow from his body.

The September moonlight that peeped in to the room, seductively painted his bare body in silver and black as it dripped on to his body and on to Nethuka's bed.

Nethuka watched him doing his thing with wide eyes, a sealed mouth and a burning body. A body that had lost control and had become a slave to his carnal feelings. A body that was begging for a touch. A touch of love.

Nethuka could hear the muffled groans that Akesh made and he shamelessly invaded the other's privacy with his eager eyes.

Every inch of Akesh's body seemed perfect for him. Perfect than the Greek sculptures he had observed. Perfect than the Roman men he had painted and loved. Perfect than anyone he had ever known. Every inch of his body seemed perfect from top to bottom and bottom to top.

After a couple of minutes Akesh's body fell down breaking the bow he had made earlier. His lips remained slightly parted after his head fell back as he orgasmed. The room was filled with his heavy breathings and Nethuka felt his stomach churn at the sound of it.

"Urrh aaaaaaaah...."

His voice fell on to a soothing sigh before ending in a silence.

And as he slowly began turning to his right Nethuka knew that he was going to be caught red handed staring at Akesh pleasing himself.

He hugged his pillow closer and squeezed his eyes shut and stopped breathing as an immediate response to the situation.

He stayed in that curled up position for a couple of minutes listening to the silence that ruled the room. And a second after he decided to open his eyes back he heard Akesh getting up from his bed.

Blind and clueless of what was going to happen next Nethuka laid completely still on his bed like a victim of medusa that had turned in to stone.

His ears were wide awake trying to catch any sound of Akesh doing anything else but the room was dead silent making him suspicious and more than that curios.

"What is he doing now?"

And after a couple of seconds of staying completely still Nethuka came in to the unfortunate decision that it was safe for him to open his eyes.

Nethuka's heart skipped a full beat as he saw Akesh bending over him, peeping in to his face as if he was a python ready to gobble up a rat for his dinner.

Everything fell in to a muteness around Nethuka and his heart began beating rapidly as warm rushes flashed though his body.

Was this the feeling one gets when they are about to be murdered?

He thought.

And as Akesh bent forward to whisper in to his ear Nethuka noticed that he did not have his boxers on him.

Blood rushed in to his face as his eyes met what the September moonlight shamelessly rested upon.

And lava rushed in to his heart once he mustered up his courage to look up to Akesh that was bending towards him.

"Hay Nethu!"
He whispered low maki g his breath fan against his face and Nethuka breathed in that "Signal" smell.

"Hope. You enjoyed the show. Good night."

He murmured against Nethuka's ear, the hot puffs of air making Nethuka grind his back against the bed with overwhelmed feelings.

He felt the lower half of his body heating up as if someone was holding and iron between his thighs. The feeling was too intense that he found it painful.

With a tempest in his head and a full blown tsunami in his body Nethuka knew this was going to be a restless night. And the one to be blamed slept safe and sound a couple of metres away from him.
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