Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 112: Different emotions

Chapter 112: Different emotions

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Chris stirred in his sleep, the warmth of the morning sun coaxing him back to consciousness. As he gradually became aware of his surroundings, he realized he was cocooned in an embrace. This time, it was Sky’s face nestled against his broad chest, a reversal of the night before, and a contented smile tugged at his lips. The sensation of warmth and coziness made him reluctant to leave the embrace that had cradled him through the night.

He ran his fingers through Sky’s tousled hair, savouring the softness of each strand. A sigh of pure pleasure escaped Sky’s lips in response to the soothing touch, even in the depths of sleep. Chris marvelled at the sound, knowing that he had the power to bring this kind of serenity to Sky.

He couldn’t help but admire Sky’s peaceful expression as he slept, his features softened by slumber. He wondered if Sky had any classes or commitments today. But instead of rousing him, he decided to let Sky continue his slumber since he had been awake for most of the night and he wasn’t sure when he fell asleep.

A gentle smile graced his lips as he resumed running his fingers through Sky’s hair, a simple pleasure he had come to cherish.

He had pushed out the evil thought in his head that seemed to always want to remind him that he was playing with fire.

Fine, Sky does flirt with him. Sky acted abnormally jealous and possessive toward him. However, it shouldn’t mean anything. Even if they had shared a bed several times and even cuddled each other, it shouldn’t mean anything. That voice from the pit of hell continued to whisper into his head, reminding him that they were just roommates. Sky would never be gay, bi, or whatever for him. Sky had a fiancée waiting for him. He would never go against his family or try to ruin his reputation for him. There was a lot Sky was bound to lose simply by taking whatever was between them seriously.

But, despite knowing all these things, Chris was stubborn to accept anything else other than the moments they shared between them. This solace and peace they found in each other. Because he was sure that whatever happiness Sky brought him, he also gave it to Sky.

"Should I regret coming here?" He whispered while looking at Sky’s face.

Should he regret meeting him?

He didn’t want to regret it.

He also wanted to regret it.

With a sad smile, Chris continued to run his fingers through Sky’s hair. Each strand felt like a silken thread, and the sensation of it slipping through his fingers was oddly soothing. It was as if the world outside their shared bed didn’t matter, as if time had suspended itself to allow them this stolen moment of intimacy.

Sky, however, remained lost in the depths of slumber, his eyelids fluttering occasionally as if he were on the cusp of waking.

It seemed he suddenly had a moment of realization of what he was doing, and he stopped the action immediately, taking a deep, shaky breath.

Sky stirred in his sleep and groaned weakly before his eyes fluttered open.

If it had been a few days ago, Chris would have found it awkward. That was if he hadn’t already jumped out of bed as soon as he woke up.

"Good morning," Sky’s voice was low and drowsy as he looked up at Chris’s face with his eyes in a squint.

"Good morning. Would you like to sleep some more or go get ready for classes?" Chris asked quietly, wondering why Sky wasn’t pulling away.

Sky’s eyes were already shut, with his head nestled closely to his chest.

"No classes. Let me sleep some more."

"Okay," Chris said, brazenly drawing him closer.

Sky seemed really sleepy because only a few seconds passed and he seemed to have fallen back into sleep.

Just as the room settled back into its hushed stillness, his phone on the bedside table rang, shattering the stillness. He reached for it, fumbling slightly in his haste to silence the incoming call. But when he saw the caller ID, it was his father’s name that greeted him on the screen.

Sky stirred awake at the sound of the ringing phone and Chris’s movements, his eyelids heavy with sleep. Chris shot him a reassuring smile and mouthed a silent "I’ll be quick" as he answered the call, gently stroking Sky’s hair to help him back to sleep.

"Good morning, Dad," Chris said, his voice soft so as not to disturb Sky further.

His father’s warm voice echoed through the phone. "Morning, son. How are you feeling? Your mother and I have been worried."

Chris glanced at Sky, who had surprisingly fallen back to sleep. "I’m better. I’m in good hands here."

His father’s tone held a mix of relief and curiosity. "Who’s taking care of you, Chris? And why are you whispering? Are you sure you are fine?"

Chris couldn’t help but smile as he watched Sky. "My roommate is asleep. He was here to care for me throughout the night. So don’t worry; I’m in good hands. Thanks for calling."

"Hold on!" His father’s voice came in just as he was about to end the call.

He knew that tone all too well.

"He cared for you throughout the night? How bad was the fever?" Concern was etched in his father’s tone, but more than that, he knew his father had more to ask.

"Not very bad. But I promise to visit the hospital." Chris whispered, preparing to hang up.

"You seem very eager to get rid of me." His father’s tone was laced with suspicion.

"What? No. Not at all." That didn’t sound very convincing, to be honest.

"Are you sharing the same bed?" His father asked out of the blue, taking him aback as he looked down at Sky, who was still sleeping.

"What?" He exclaimed, his voice hushed, and he quickly retrieved his fingers from Sky’s hair as if that was going to make him less guilty.

"Are you sharing the same bed with the ’roommate’ who took care of you throughout the night?" The way he had said the roommate made Chris wary. His father was very smart and nothing ever went past him.

His cheeks coloured in embarrassment as he whispered. "Why... would you ask that?"

"Chris... I don’t want to remind you that you are there to study."

"I know. I know." He ran his fingers through his own hair.

"... not cuddle your roommate."

"Did you miss the part where I said I was sick and he looked after me?" He tried to hide the irritation in his voice even though he knew he had no right to be pissed, as his father’s suspicion was correct.

"And you are sharing the same bed because he is what? A fever medicine?"

"Why... are you so sure that we are cuddling?" He was trying so hard to sound innocent, but it wasn’t working. However, Sky chose that moment to mumble something unintelligible in a groggy state and snuggle closer.

Chris shut his eyes just before his father said his name.

"Chris?"

"Y-Yes sir?"

"Do you like that boy?"

"Oh God! Can we not talk about this?" This was so embarrassing.

"No. We will talk about it because I just left work to call you, and not only am I interested in your physical health but also your mental health. And I don’t want it to take a hit again because you are heartbroken. So do you like that boy?" His tone was strong and steady.

Chris was quiet. He looked at Sky. The realization hit him. That he liked him too much to even deny it.

"Yes." He mumbled.

His father didn’t answer immediately. When he did, he asked. "And is there a chance for a relationship between you two?"

In a vulnerable tone, he admitted, "No."

"Be ready to move out of the dorm." His father spoke in a serious tone.

"I don’t want to."

"Chris!"

"I’ll have him."

"What?"

"I... will have him." He said it in a determined tone.

His father sighed heavily. "I know that your mother spoiled you a lot. No. I think we both did. And we didn’t teach you how to handle rejection. But you need to understand that there are times when you should let go—"

"I already let go the first time." Chris cut him off, his emotions spiking.

"It doesn’t matter how many times you need to let go—"

"Dad. No, please." Chris begged, cutting him off again. "You need... You need to understand how I feel."

"Do you think he’d want what you want?" His father asked.

That was a good question. One he had never bothered to ask himself. He had only just assumed that Sky would want it as long as he wanted it.

Sky stirred again in his sleep.

"Can we... talk later?" He spoke quietly to his father, his voice heavy with emotion.

There was a pause before his father sighed again. "I will check for the best hospitals in your area and book an appointment for you. Go there when it’s time, and be sure to call me when you get to the hospital."

"Okay," Chris spoke quietly. "Thanks, Dad."

"Anytime." He said it quietly before the call ended.

Chris kept his gaze on Sky’s face, all kinds of emotions passing through him. His eyes began to cloud with water, and he didn’t realize this until a tear dropped on Sky’s forehead. Sky opened his eyes, which were heavy with sleep. Their eyes met for a moment before Chris looked away, cleaning his eyes.

He was quick to untangle himself from Sky and climb out of the bed.