Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 154: "Is he the dominant one...?"

Chapter 154: "Is he the dominant one...?"

"What the actual hell?" Wilson’s voice boomed through the speaker. "Hold up. I’m switching to video. This is too wild for just audio."

Chris sighed as the video notification appeared. Reluctantly, he accepted the call. Wilson’s wide-eyed, incredulous face filled the screen.

"For real?" Wilson practically gawked. "He kissed you? And you’re just now telling me? No wonder you’ve been acting like a grumpy hermit. I knew something was up. And I knew it just had to be him!"

Chris rubbed his temple. "That’s all that happened."

Wilson’s eyes narrowed. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

"I have no idea. Right now, I’m just on my way to Sinclair’s place. I’m waiting for the taxi I ordered to arrive."

Wilson’s brow lifted. "To tell him not to spread rumors that you and Sky are dating?"

"I’m not dating Sky," Chris snapped.

"Sure," Wilson drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You’ve made out a couple of times, and he kissed you senseless in public while drunk—but yeah, totally just friends." He rolled his eyes.

Chris gritted his teeth. "It’s not like that."

"Chris! Come home for the holiday. This whole mess is not good for you!" Wilson said, sounding concerned now.

"You know that is not going to work." Chris sighed and looked at the time on the phone.

His taxi would be arriving in 5 minutes.

Wilson did not push. Instead...

His expression turned mischievous. "So... I always assumed it would be the other way round. But... he completely overwhelmed you two times. Is he... you know, the dominant one?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Chris’s face went red-hot. "Get the fuck out of here!" he bellowed, slamming his thumb on the screen to end the call.

The silence in the room was deafening as soon as he ended the call.

That pervert.

A notification caught his attention—a missed call from Rachel, followed by a text: Hey, free to hang out today?

He knew for a fact that she wanted to grill him with questions about the incident last night. His response had been short and to the point: Not free today.

It wasn’t a lie. Sinclair had already told him he could come over to help with the post-party cleanup. Though, in reality, Chris had texted first, offering to help. The real reason was obvious—he needed to be sure Sinclair wouldn’t spread word of what had happened. Maybe it was already too late since it was past noon. If Sinclair had wanted to gossip, he’d have done it by now. Still, Chris needed peace of mind. For Sky’s sake.

When he arrived, Sinclair opened the door, dressed in a fresh beanie, tank top, and shorts—similar to what he wore the previous night but at least different and clean. Chris noted with mild approval that Sinclair wasn’t the type to rot in the same clothes for days.

Sinclair grinned when he saw him. "Chris-to-pher," he drawled as usual. "The only guy with enough decency to offer help."

Chris chuckled as he stepped inside. "Figured you’d need it after the chaos last night."

"You don’t say!"

The apartment was already mostly clean. Only a bit of mopping and furniture rearranging remained. They exchange casual talks as they mopped the place and push things into their right places. Sinclair told him his parents would return tomorrow morning. But he had to return to his dormitory tonight to get some of his stuff. He was traveling out of town for the school break. Chris also found out he was a model.

"That tracks," Chris remarked as they sat at the dining table. Sinclair handed him a plate of neatly diced fruits from the fridge together with a chill bottle of water.

"I made these this morning, so they’re fresh," Sinclair assured him as he also placed his across from Chris and sat down, facing him.

"Thanks." Chris speared a piece of apple with his fork.

The silence lingered as they ate, the quiet heavy with things unsaid. Chris’s mind raced, trying to figure out how to bring up last night. How was he supposed to start the conversation?

Sinclair, however, spoke first, breaking the silence.

"So," he said, leaning back casually, "have you thought about it?"

Chris blinked. "Thought about what?"

"The perfect excuse," Sinclair said smoothly, his lips curling into a smirk. "For what happened last night. A believable one."

Chris nearly choked on the piece of berry he had just bitten into. He coughed a little, forcing it down as Sinclair watched him with a casual, knowing smirk.

"A... believable excuse?" Chris repeated, stalling.

Sinclair leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Yeah. I figured you came over partly to help clean, but mostly to make sure I keep my mouth shut. Am I wrong?"

Chris sighed and set down his fork. He had finished his fruits anyway. "No, you’re not wrong." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Then I hope you have something solid. ’It was a joke’ sounds flimsy, and ’he was drunk’ might just fuel things even more. Especially since Sky doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who goes wild when he’s tipsy. And the fact that you came here already makes everything even more sus than it already was." Sinclair said casually.

"Look, Clair. I just... I wanted to be sure no wild stories got out, alright? I’m not trying to be paranoid or anything, but—"

"Relax," Sinclair cut him off with a laugh. "I’m not a gossip queen. I didn’t tell anyone."

Chris’s shoulders sagged in relief. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

"But you’re not off the hook yet," Sinclair added, pointing at him with his fork. "What was that last night? Are you in some kind of secret relationship with Sato?" He asked, curious.

"No!" Chris’s answer came, abrupt. "I mean, there is nothing happening between the two of us. Sky is... he is not like that." The lie didn’t even sound believable even to his own ears.

But what could he do?

This was the only way he could help Sky out of the mess he had put himself in.

Sinclair let out a laugh.

"You guys are really trying so hard." He shook his head.

Chris wanted to ask him what he meant, but Sinclair leaned forward in his seat, his hands clasped almost halfway across the table as he spoke.

"If you were so desperate to prove Sky’s kiss was a mistake, wouldn’t it have made more sense to have him kiss someone like Noel or even your friend Rachel? But Henry?" He raised an eyebrow. "Trying to prove Sky isn’t into guys by having him kiss an obviously gay guy? Seriously?"