Adrien didn’t hesitate for a second. He led the way to his room with a determined step, and I followed right behind him. On the way, I asked if I could freshen up a bit in the bathroom, which was right between our rooms on the right.
He let me, and I wiped away the last traces of bodily fluids still lingering around my lips before splashing some water on my face.
I looked up at myself in the mirror.
What the hell are you doing, Stephane?
Why are you going along with all of this?
I mean…
The day’s already been exhausting, you’re completely drained, and you’re still following them wherever they want to take you.
How long can you keep this up?
A quick swipe with a damp towel later, I looked a bit more presentable.
But still…
Was any of this sustainable?
I got my answer pretty quickly.
Adrien gave it to me: it was. At least partly because of him.
I finally got to really take in his room.
It was smaller than mine, and right away it gave off this warm tone, somewhere between red and orange. The big yellow curtains, the thick red blanket on the bed, the wide wooden dresser overflowing with all kinds of strange little objects, and the walls covered with posters of dense forests and a few scattered animal photos… it almost felt like stepping into a movie set. Something soft, slow, and comforting.
The atmosphere pulled me in immediately. It felt safe.
Sure, it was a bit cramped: there wasn’t much space to move around the bed—but it was cozy. Like a little bubble, cut off from everything else.
“Oh… smells a bit like paint.”
Adrien sat down on the bed, glancing around as if guiding my eyes.
“Yeah, sorry. I’ve been doing a bit of DIY lately.”
I was still standing in the doorway, but he gestured me in with a small, reassuring smile.
“It’s fine,” I said, stepping inside. “It’s not unpleasant. Is it for a project?”
“Just… to keep busy. I like building little things on my own.”
He pointed to a small wooden object on a shelf at my height.
“That one’s the most recent.”
I picked it up to look more closely.
It looked like a boat.
No—it was a boat. You could clearly see the hull, darker wooden pieces forming a small cabin, even a mast waiting for a sail.
“That’s cool. You made this here?”
“Yeah,” he said with a small laugh. “Nothing too original or difficult, honestly. I just like putting all the pieces together.”
Up close, I could see the tiny wooden slats fitted into each other. It was detailed work. And he’d even taken the time to paint parts of it.
“You follow plans?”
“Yeah. There are tons of people sharing them online.”
“It looks really good.”
“Thanks.”
Lowering my gaze, I noticed more objects on the shelves below: painted wood pieces, some shaped like ashtrays.
“Don't remember seeing you smoking?”
“No… those were for my ex.”
Right.
“Wanna listen to something?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
There was a vinyl player on a low table. Adrien hesitated for a moment.
“Something slow, okay?”
“Honestly, yeah. That’s perfect. Put whatever you want.”
“Alright. Sit on the bed.”
For once, it wasn’t an order. Just an invitation.
And I followed it without hesitation.
I wanted this moment. Something calmer. A break from everything that had happened today.
As soon as I sat down, the first notes started playing.
(Listen to: Sunset Mission - Bohren and der Club of Gore)
Slow jazz. Soft piano drifting over a deep, steady bass, like a warm wave settling in the room. Then the saxophone came in.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Of course.
The sexophne.
I always thought of it as the move: put on some sax-heavy jazz to charm a lady.
Wait a second…
“So this is your trick, huh? You play sax to get into my pants?”
“What?” Adrien looked at me, genuinely confused, as he sat on the other side of the bed.
I stretched out on top of the blanket, still smiling a little.
“Don’t like it?” he asked, suddenly unsure. “I can switch.”
“No, no. That’s great.”
Actually… it was exactly what I needed.
Perfect for this moment.
Adrien lay down too, and we stayed there for a while, side by side, listening to the music, letting its softness and quiet melancholy fill the room as we stared up at the ceiling.
No glow-in-the-dark stars for him.
“Thanks for coming,” he said.
“My pleasure. I wanted to.”
Another silence.
Then he shifted a little closer, turning onto his side. I didn’t move, but I turned my head toward him.
“So… did you survive your first day under the new rules?”
I let out a small laugh:
“Yeah… it was intense.”
“I figured. I heard a few things here and there.”
My smile faded slightly.
“I hope we didn’t bother you again.”
“No, it’s fine. You were in your room. Not my business.” He shrugged, but I could tell something was still on his mind. “You do whatever you want.”
Whatever they want, more like…
He moved closer again, one of his legs settling just next to mine, almost touching.
I suddenly felt small. I’d never been in bed with another guy before, and definitely not someone as tall as him.
“Do you think we could… try the hug now?” he asked, a bit nervous. “Or is it too much?”
“H-how do you want to do it?”
“Turn around.”
I did as he asked, turning onto my left side, facing the door and the main shelf, the music filling my ears, slow and hypnotic.
I waited a few seconds. Adrien seemed to hesitate. Maybe it was easier for him to start like this, with my back to him. Less intimidating.
I heard him shift behind me.
For a second, I thought he was getting off the bed, so I turned my head slightly to see what he was doing.
What I saw made me swallow hard.
That giant biologist was pulling off his T-shirt, revealing a broad chest covered in thick, dark hair, dense and wild, stretching down over a flat stomach just as hairy. And he was about to take off his shorts too.
Gulp.
“Does it bother you if I change?”
“No… go ahead.”
He was in his boxers now. Deep red, even darker than his bedspread, and underneath it… a bulge. Not just a bulge: the full package in plain sight. A solid, heavy shape pressing against the fabric, threatening to spill out on the side.
And he wasn’t even hard.
At rest, it already looked as big as I was in the morning on the good days.
I hadn’t expected that from him. Not at all. And yet, it felt like a promise, of something more intense, something deeper. A small knot of heat formed low in my stomach.
Wasn’t this supposed to be just a simple, innocent hug between friends?
Yeah… right.
I stayed where I was, deciding it might be too much to undress too. I just lay there, waiting for him.
Adrien moved closer, slowly, then pressed his chest against my back, only a thin layer of fabric between us.
His warmth wrapped around me instantly.
Then his long arm slid over my body, settling naturally against my stomach, like it had always belonged there. His hips shifted closer to mine.
There was something deeply calming about him. With every breath he took, I felt my own body syncing with his, following the same rhythm.
“Is this okay?” he asked softly.
“Yeah…” I nodded.
He exhaled again, a deeper breath this time, making me shiver slightly.
Then a comfortable silence settled between us.
I stayed still for a moment, letting the rhythm of his breathing settle into mine, his arm still wrapped around my stomach, his chest warm against my back.
“Was it always like this… with her?” I asked quietly.
Adrien took a second before answering. I could feel his chin shift slightly above my head, like he was thinking about how to put it.
“Not exactly,” he said. “But… not completely different either.”
I frowned a little.
“What do you mean?”
He exhaled slowly, his grip tightening just a bit, almost unconsciously.
“It’s weird,” he admitted. “Holding you like this… it’s not the same, obviously. Your body’s different. Broader here, less… soft in some places.” He hesitated, then added, “But the feeling? The closeness? That part… it’s kind of the same. It’s universal I guess.”
“You like it?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, more firmly this time. “That’s everything I needed.”
There was no embarrassment in his voice now. Just something simple. Honest.
“Did you guys… do this often? Just lie down and listen to music like this?”
He let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a small laugh.
“That was more my thing than hers.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I like staying in be late you know. Take my time. Putting on something calm and just… being there.” His thumb brushed absently against my shirt. “She wanted the opposite sometimes.”
“How so?”
“She was always moving,” he said. “Always wanted to go out, see people, do something new.” A small pause. “She loved music too, but not like this.”
“Not the slow stuff?”
My question got him to laugh :
“Not really aha. She liked playing it more than listening to it.” I could hear the faint smile in his voice. “And singing. All the time.”
I smiled a bit myself.
“Was she good?”
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, she’s still is honestly. Saw her in a concert a month ago.”
Silence fell again.
I hesitated, then asked anyway:
“Do you miss her… a lot?”
Adrien didn’t answer.
His arm stayed around me, but it tensed slightly. His breathing changed, just a little. Enough for me to notice.
I waited.
But nothing came.
So I didn’t push it.
A few minutes passed by, I legit thought Adrien was sleeping behind me, but then...
“I’ve been thinking about our kiss… the other day.”
Shit.
He’s going to say he didn’t like it.
Or that it felt weird.
It had been strange. New. Uncertain. Full of unfamiliar sensations.
What was he going to say?
“I’d… rarely had a kiss that good.”
I let out a quiet breath, relief washing over me.
“Maybe it was just the alcohol.”
A pause.
“That’s what I told myself at first. To reassure myself. But when I got back to my room, I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head.”
“Me too, man.”
That made him freeze.
“Really?”
“Yeah… I kept thinking about it.”
“So you liked kissing a guy too?”
“I mean… I think that was pretty obvious,” I said with a faint laugh. “But I think it’s more than that.”
I took a second to find the right words.
“I think… it’s more you that I liked kissing.”
His breath caught. I felt it—his whole body going still for a second, like time had stopped. Then his heartbeat kicked back in, stronger.
His hand on my stomach tightened slightly, fingers curling into the fabric.
“I see…” he said slowly. “Do you think I can get a little closer?”
I nodded.
His hold around me tightened, pulling me fully against him. His hips pressed firmly into my as, and that’s when I felt it.
Heat.
Solid heat.
And something hard now, wedged between my cheeks, pushing them apart.
Holy shit.
He was hard.
And not just a little.
I could feel it twitch now and then, pressing more insistently against me. Then he slid one of his powerful legs over mine, locking us together.
We were completely connected. Pressed tight, body to body.
“And like this?” he asked, his voice gentle, almost careful.
Why did it suddenly feel so good… being the little spoon to another guy?
The very little spoon, actually. The tiny one at the bottom of the drawer—the one for baby food or dessert cups.
Because next to him, I felt small. And I wasn’t even that small.
But Adrien had to be nearly a head taller than me, his breath brushing the top of my skull, his feet probably hanging off the bed.
How did he even sleep in this thing? It looked more my size than his.
Probably curled up, knees bent… like now.
Honestly, this position… it would’ve been perfect for sleeping.
His warmth was like a slow-burning fire at my back. Comforting. Steady. His calm breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his body against mine… it could’ve lulled me to sleep.
“I’ve never been the little spoon,” I muttered.
Adrien chuckled softly.
“Yeah, I can imagine. I’m more used to being on this side… it doesn’t bother you?”
“I would’ve told you, idiot.”
“Oh, Steph’s showing his claws now, huh?” His fingers flexed slightly against my stomach, like a teasing grip. “You rebelling?”
“No need. I’m good right where I am.”
His cock shifted again between my cheeks, reacting on its own.
“Sorry… it’s just… it’s been a while since it had any… action.”
There was something almost sad in his voice.
I could’ve teased him. Pushed a bit. But I didn’t.
“Don’t apologize. I get it.”
A longer silence.
“I told you at the bar… I just wanted closeness. Cuddles. And that’s true.”
Something in his tone made me pay attention.
“But sometimes I want more too. Obviously. I just… I don’t know how to do that without thinking about her. That’s the problem.”
“I see…” I said softly, unsure how to respond. “You still seem pretty attached.”
Attached… yeah, that was the word.
“Yeah. But what I really miss is this. Moments like this. Touching someone again.”
In a way… I’d missed that too.
“Do you think we could do this again? I mean… just cuddle like this?” he asked, almost hesitant. “I know you’re going a lot further with the others, but… for now, this is what I need. Would that be okay?”
“Of course yeah. Take your time.”
“Thanks, Steph.”
And he tightened his arms around me.
Just a little more.
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