Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 109: Outer turmoil

Chapter 109: Outer turmoil

As Sky gently tugged the trousers down, Chris lifted his hips slightly to make it easier. The fabric slid down his legs, leaving him feeling exposed and strangely liberated at the same time. He swallowed hard, his heart racing as Sky’s gaze remained focused on his task, his expression unwavering and supportive.

The sensation of his trousers being pulled down revealed more of his body to the cool air in the room. Chris’s skin prickled with goosebumps, and he couldn’t help but feel a flush of embarrassment for the umpteenth time tonight. It was as if his vulnerabilities were on full display, but with Sky’s unwavering care, the shame seemed to melt away.

Sky changed positions and went to sit on the edge of the bed. Chris’s legs were then gently elevated and placed in his lap. The proximity felt oddly intimate.

Chris shut his eyes momentarily, grappling with the intensity of his emotions. He tried to distract himself with thoughts of anything else, anything less revealing. He tried to think about his one-year birthday party, except he could not remember what happened that day and could only recount what his parents told him. He tried to think about all the fights he had had and even the unpleasant feeling of kissing Ash, but none of them was able to stop his raging emotion. His mind remained stubbornly fixated on the current situation. He wanted to die of embarrassment. He considered feigning unconsciousness. He probably should just faint. He could not even bring himself to open his eyes.

He was unmistakably aroused. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. Yet Sky’s actions and demeanor spoke volumes. There was no judgment, no awkwardness—just unwavering support and care.

Chris’s fingers clenched the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white. He fought to control the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him. He was both grateful and afraid, his heart torn between the desire to pull away and the yearning to be closer to Sky.

His body jumped when Sky reached for his hand to gently pull it away, releasing it from its grip. He then gently cleaned it with the wet cloth.

"Try to relax," Sky whispered.

Yeah, that sounded very simple. Chris wanted to roll his eyes. But the fact that Sky was relaxed about it all made him a little relaxed once again until the cloth began to move higher up his thigh and he couldn’t ignore the knot of tension that had formed in his stomach.

Sky’s fingers paused for a moment below his... you know, and Chris’s eyes shot open, his gaze meeting Sky’s with an unspoken question. Chris’s heart raced, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized Sky was waiting for his permission to continue.

"You... c-can keep going if it’s fine with you," Chris murmured, his voice barely audible. The words felt like a confession, a silent admission of his vulnerability.

His eyes briefly glanced below, and he could see how proudly it stood. It made him visibly cringe, and Sky released a chuckle.

Sky’s voice was soft, a gentle reassurance. "It’s okay. Your body’s reaction is completely normal. Many people are unusually sensitive."

Chris blinked, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. He tried to laugh it off, his voice wavering slightly. "Like you’ve cleaned them up to know that."

There was a moment of silence, and then Sky’s response came, matter-of-fact but sending a shockwave through Chris’s system. "I have."

"WHAT?" Chris’s eyes widened, his initial shock giving way to a mixture of anger and jealousy.

"I said I have. How else would I be this good at it?"

Before Chris knew it, he blurted out, "Who the fuck is that bastard?!"

In a surprising move, Sky brought his hand up and gently slapped Chris on the mouth. "Told you no swearing!"

Chris shot him an incredulous look, not knowing whether to be more shocked by Sky’s confession or by the casual slap. He wrestled with the discomfort of the situation, his emotions swirling beneath the surface.

"Who are they?" He asked Sky, who didn’t even bother to give him an answer and just did his thing.

He glared at Sky as he wrung out excess water from the towel, and when Sky sat up and their eyes locked, the bastard had the guts to wink at Chris like anything was funny right now. The audacity of it all irritated Chris even further.

"Here," Sky offered him the cloth, and Chris couldn’t help but feel exasperated. "Clean up yourself."

Chris took the cloth with a begrudging sigh, his mind racing to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions that had enveloped him. "Aren’t we already done with that?"

Sky’s amused smile lingered, and he glanced down at a specific spot below Chris’s waistline, causing Chris to follow his gaze to his semi-hard ahem. The realization hit him, and he couldn’t help but feel a mixture of mortification and amusement.

Oh...

"You do not expect me to clean that up for you, do you?" Sky asked playfully, lightening the mood.

Chris’s discomfort wavered between irritation and amusement. "Well, considering how things are going, who knows what else you’ve got up your sleeve?"

Sky chuckled softly, his amusement genuine. "That is out of it, perv."

The comment managed to evoke a brief smile from Chris, his awkwardness subsiding slightly, but then he began to wonder whether he was supposed to clean up with Sky right there looking at him.

"Make it quick. I’ll be looking for a fresh set of clothes for you while you do that." Sky gently carried Chris’s legs away from his lap and placed them on the bed, and as he stood up, he said, "And don’t worry—I won’t spy."

Chris’s amused gaze watched him as he moved to his wardrobe and opened it. It wasn’t exactly organized but Sky didn’t say anything about it.

It probably wasn’t a good thing that he would be touching his sensitive spot with Sky in the room while he could clearly see Sky’s back and his butt whenever he bent.

God help his perverted soul!