Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 159: In Sky’s home

Chapter 159: In Sky’s home

They moved silently up the staircase, careful not to make any noise. Sky’s room was at the end of the hall, and he opened the door quietly, gesturing for Chris to follow.

The room was tidy and organized, as Chris remembered. Still bland like he remembered.

Chris glanced around, his mind briefly drifting back to the first and last time he’d been here—when he crashed the party to meet the so-called fiancée, Mei. That day had been chaotic and awkward. The fact that he was back now, under completely different circumstances, almost made him laugh. He barely suppressed the smile threatening to form on his face.

Sky caught the expression after closing the door and raised a brow. "What’s that look for? What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Chris said, shaking his head, though the amusement lingered in his eyes.

Sky gave him a skeptical glance but let it go. "You can sit anywhere while I find you some fresh clothes," he said, moving toward his wardrobe.

Chris sat on the bed, watching as Sky rummaged through the wardrobe. There was something oddly domestic about the scene—Sky pulling out clothes with a furrowed brow, clearly taking his task seriously.

Finally, Sky turned around with a big T-shirt, a pair of joggers, a clean towel, and a new toothbrush. He handed them to Chris, who was still lounging on the bed, his gaze fixed on Sky.

"Leave your clothes in the laundry basket," he pointed at the basket beside the bathroom door. "We just bought those extra clothes, and they need to be properly sanitized."

Chris just stupidly stared up at him.

Sky frowned. "What are you smiling for?"

The guy seemed to get easily irritated. Or was it just him being embarrassed?

It was hard to tell. Sometimes, Sky was very good with hiding his emotions. Other times, he just blew up.

Chris grinned. "You, being all husband material."

Sky huffed. "Shut up and get moving."

As expected, Sky’s face gave no reaction.

Chris simply laughed before he stood up to do as he had been told. He pulled off the hoodie and next, he raised his shirt.

"Wait!" Sky blurted out, his eyes widening in alarm. "What are you doing?"

Chris looked at him, a picture of innocence. He was confused by how Sky suddenly raised his voice since they had been speaking quietly so as not to disturb his parents on the other end.

"Taking my clothes off?" Chris supplied in confusion.

They stared at each other for a moment, the silence thick with unspoken understanding. Then, it clicked for Chris. "Ah!" he exclaimed. He quickly dropped his shirt, a little awkwardly.

Sky turned around and busied himself with taking out things for himself too.

He said no words.

But the silence in the room was... uncomfortable.

Chris walked awkwardly to the bathroom to shower. At the same time, Sky told him he would use the guest bathroom and then he disappeared from the room.

Sky’s bathroom smelled like him. By the time Chris was done with his shower, he was sure he also smelled like Sky. Using his bathroom, soaps, shampoo, wearing his clothes.

He was blow drying his hair with the thankfully quiet hair dryer when Sky entered the room.

Chris’s eyes flickered to him through the mirror. Sky looked... well, annoyingly good. His skin had that post-shower glow, and his hair was still slightly damp, curling at the edges. Chris quickly looked away before his thoughts wandered too far.

He stood up to give Sky space to sit. "Time to dry your hair."

"Done already?" Sky asked, moving to grab the hairdryer.

"Yeah," Chris said, "It’s your turn now." He pointed to the chair by the vanity. "Sit."

Sky frowned. "I can do it myself—"

Before Sky could protest further, Chris snatched the hairdryer from him and motioned to the chair. "Come on. Let me help you," Chris insisted.

Sky narrowed his eyes but reluctantly sat down. His reflection in the mirror met Chris’s gaze. "Seriously, what are you—"

Chris winked. "Relax. I’ve got you."

He turned on the dryer, the soft whirr filling the room. His fingers raked through Sky’s hair, parting it gently as he moved the dryer back and forth. Sky stiffened at first, clearly unused to being fussed over like this.

"You’re tense," Chris murmured.

Sky’s lips parted, but he didn’t respond. Chris’s touch was deliberate, almost hypnotic, as his fingers combed through Sky’s hair with a gentle rhythm. The tension in Sky’s shoulders slowly eased, though his reflection revealed a conflicted expression.

It was too intimate—too much. Sky’s heart raced, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the heat of the dryer or the heat radiating from Chris standing so close behind him.

Finally, unable to bear the strange tension swirling between them, Sky reached up and caught Chris’s hand. "It’s dry now," he said hastily, standing up.

Sky avoided his gaze, feeling like his skin was burning. "Thanks," he muttered before brushing past Chris to put the hairdryer away.

It was interesting to watch Sky behave that awkwardly around him.

He didn’t tease him for it. He simply let it be.

They had another problem.

The moment had arrived—the inevitable awkwardness of figuring out sleeping arrangements.

Sky rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at Chris. "You can take the bed," he muttered. "I’ll sleep in the living room." He began to reach for one of the three pillows he had on the bed.

Chris frowned at him. "Are you crazy? Why would you leave your room for me?"

"It’s no big deal," Sky insisted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he hugged the pillow. "I do it when the guys visit sometimes."

Chris crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. "What, do you think I’ll jump you or something?"

Sky’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. "What? No!" His voice cracked slightly, and then, to Chris’s surprise, Sky let out an awkward, embarrassed laugh.

Chris raised a brow. "You sure about that?" he teased.