The Guide is Actually a Body-Switching Esper [BL]
Chapter 145: Wet Problem

Chapter 145: Wet Problem

They had a problem.

They had a very... wet problem.

Once all the emotions calmed down, and they both were finally able to catch their breaths, Lane and Damien were faced with the aftermath of their affair.

That is, the sheets. While they didn’t end up torn like Lane predicted - they were not attached to the bed, after all, so they only got pulled off the mattress and crinkled up into a complete mess - they were damp from their sweat... And had a big, dripping wet stain from Damien’s sperm that spilled all over the bed.

"So," Lane cleared his throat, glancing at Damien. The lights were now on, and he could finally see his boyfriend’s flushed face in its full glory.

...Honestly, that tousled, damp hair, red, frowny face, that muscular body glistening with sweat, and that majestic cock, dripping with cum, still impressive even when hanging down... It made Lane want to pounce at Damien, and take him again.

But he didn’t. As much as he wanted it, it was Damien’s first time, so he didn’t want to push the man too far. Not to mention, they were in the middle of the summit. They had to get up and walk around a lot during the day, or sit at conferences. The point was, if Damien was too sore... He might be reluctant to let Lane fuck him again, unless he’d have the next day off. Which rarely ever happened!

Of course, it was likely that Damien would recover by the morning, being an S-ranker and so on, but Lane couldn’t tell for sure. He had never bedded an S-ranker before, as for himself, he had never been a bottom, so how could he know?!

No, it was better to hold back for now, and be glad he got at least one round. So, he bit his lip and turned his eyes away.

"Well then... How about you go wash up first, while I... ahem, deal with it?" he suggested. As much as he’d prefer to join Damien in for a shower, he could tell the man was embarrassed about dirtying the sheets... And Lane didn’t want Damien to remember their first time with embarrassment! So, he was going to be a responsible top, and clean it up while Damien was in the bathroom.

"...Deal with it?" Damien furrowed his brows. They weren’t at home, where they would have spare sheets...

But Lane already grabbed him by the shoulders, and led him to the bathroom. "Yes, deal with it. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we can sleep comfortably in a dry and clean bed... Just make sure to take your time!" Having said that, he shut the door behind the man’s back, and went to the hotel’s phone.

’Clean it up’, in Lane’s vocabulary, obviously meant ’get someone to clean it up!’

He dialed the reception, and after a few signals, one of the night receptionists picked up the phone. "How can I help you?"

"Hi, I’m calling from room 2005. We have spilled some... drink on the bed, and it’s all wet. Could we get it changed, please?"

"Ah, I’m so sorry, but there are no members of the housekeeping team on shift right now. Would it be alright if I assigned you a new room instead?"

"Yeah, sure. As long as it only has one king-size bed!"

"Of course. One moment, please." There was a moment of silence, as the receptionist typed something in the system, before she said, "Your new room is 2207. It’s the same type of room as your current one, except that it’s two floors higher. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, sounds great!"

"I’m glad to hear that. A staff member will deliver your new key cards shortly. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Well, it’s a bit late, and we’re tired. Would it be alright if we left our luggage in our old room overnight, and turn it over in the morning?"

"Of course, please take your time."

"Great! Thank... Oh." Lane was about to end the call, but he was stopped by his stomach growling. Only then did he realize, that he didn’t eat much at the gala... And he suspected Damien ate even less than him, so he quickly grabbed the menu from the desk, and ordered a meal to be delivered in half an hour to their new room.

Just as Damien stepped out of the bathroom, wearing the hotel wardrobe, which was clearly too small for him, leaving part of his chest exposed, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, I... I have brought your, uhm, your new key cards!" the hotel employee said as Lane opened the door. Trying hard to ignore the fact that Lane was still half naked, as he barely bothered to put his boxers back on. "A-and, just to confirm... You would like your meal delivered to your new room, right?"

"Yes, please," Lane smiled, and shut the door.

"...That’s how you ’deal’ with it?" Damien asked as soon as they were alone again, giving Lane an exasperated look.

Lane only shrugged his shoulders though. "Well, how else was I supposed to deal with it? I asked just for a change of sheets first... But they said they can’t do that now, so they offered us a new room instead."

"Still, you could have..." Damien started, but then paused. There really wasn’t much Lane could do. There were washing machines available to the guests, but Damien himself wouldn’t really want to do that now, so it was only natural that it wouldn’t even cross Lane’s head...

"We should at least rinse it off," he eventually said, glancing at the sheets.

"What for? It will be taken for a wash tomorrow anyway... Ah." Lane had to try his hardest to stifle his laughter, when he saw Damien’s bright red face. Damien was simply too embarrassed to let anyone, even strangers from a foreign country who didn’t really know him, find his sperm-stained sheets!

"Fine, fine," Lane eventually said, the corners of his mouth twitching as he struggled to suppress his smile. "Then I’ll take them with me to the shower. Then, we’ll go to our new room, have a meal, and cuddle a bit before sleep, okay?"