The room was heavy with the unmistakable scent of sex, used tissues scattered across the floor after what Flynn and Dylan had done. Exhaustion kept them both lying there, unmoving. Dylan gently ran his fingers through Flynn's hair as Flynn rested against his arms.
The shock was still evident on Flynn's face. He never imagined that he would experience something like this—being intimate with another man. And yet, despite the surprise and lingering disbelief, Flynn couldn't deny it.
He had liked it.
"Fuck... that felt so good," Dylan muttered, a lazy grin on his lips.
"Happy now?" Flynn replied flatly, refusing to look at him.
Dylan propped himself up slightly and faced Flynn. "Of course. You were incredible earlier," he said shamelessly. "The way you sounded—those moans were so damn hot. Especially when you were about to come—"
"Shut up," Flynn cut in quickly, heat rushing to his face. "You don't need to spell out what happened." Even remembering it made his chest feel tight with embarrassment.
"Why not?" Dylan said, amused. "You enjoyed it too. You were moaning so loud—hell, you were practically begging me to keep going—"
"Dylan!" Flynn snapped. "Do you ever feel embarrassed by the things that come out of your mouth? You really have a talent for being shameless."
Dylan only chuckled. "Why would I be embarrassed?" he said casually. "Want to do it again?"
As he spoke, his hand slowly crawled toward Flynn's crotch, hidden beneath the bathrobe.
Flynn immediately brushed Dylan's hand away. "Enough, Dylan. You already got what you wanted—now you're trying to go for another round?" he snapped.
With that, Flynn pushed himself up from the bed and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up.
Dylan remained on the bed for a moment, naked and grinning to himself. Then he stood, stretching lazily, and followed Flynn to the bathroom,looking completely satisfied
After finishing their showers, Flynn and Dylan lay back down to sleep.
"I'm going home this weekend," Flynn murmured as soon as they were settled. Although he had agreed to stay at Dylan's apartment during the week, they had decided he would still go home on weekends to visit his father and avoid missing him too much.
"Okay. I'll drive you," Dylan replied.
Flynn nodded and adjusted himself comfortably on the bed. He quickly fell asleep, while Dylan stayed up scrolling on his phone. When he noticed it was nearly 11 p.m., he finally put the phone aside and got ready to sleep as well.
Seeing Flynn shift uncomfortably in his sleep, Dylan pulled him closer and slid an arm beneath his head, drawing him into his chest. Almost immediately, Flynn relaxed, his breathing evening out as his body settled naturally against Dylan's arm. Whatever tension he had earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a calm, steady sleep.
Dylan looked down at him for a moment, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. Without thinking too much about it, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Flynn's forehead.
Sometime after that, without even realizing it, Dylan drifted off as well.
He only woke when his alarm rang at 5 a.m. Their class wasn't until 7, but he had set it early on purpose—to prepare breakfast for the both of them, and more importantly, to let Flynn sleep a little longer.
As Dylan gently tried to lift Flynn's head from his arm, Flynn instinctively turned toward him, snuggling closer as if that was the most comfortable position to sleep in.
Dylan chuckled quietly at Flynn's stubbornness. As much as he wanted to let him stay curled up in his arm, he needed to get up and start preparing breakfast. Carefully, he lifted Flynn's head and placed it back on the pillow, making sure not to wake him.
Noticing Flynn shivering slightly, Dylan quietly adjusted the air conditioner and covered him with a blanket before leaving.
About thirty minutes later, Flynn woke up and was surprised to find Dylan gone. The clock read only 5:30 a.m. He quickly got up and washed his face in the bathroom. Just as Flynn stepped out of their bedroom, Dylan appeared, carrying two plastic bags.
"You're awake already. I didn't wake you so you could rest longer. I bought breakfast from Aunt Mary's restaurant for us," Dylan said, setting the food on the table.
Flynn simply nodded and sat down. He noticed the sweat forming on Dylan's neck. "Aunt Mary's restaurant is quite far from here," he remarked.
"It's okay. I drove, and it's still early. Besides, I prefer Aunt Mary's cooking," Dylan replied.
"There's so much food. We won't be able to finish all of this," Flynn said.
"Ah, yeah. Aunt Mary went overboard with the servings and even added some extras. She said we can just refrigerate and microwave what's left," Dylan explained.
Flynn just nodded and started eating. Dylan took his seat and joined him.
They ate in comfortable silence, the early morning calm settling around them. By the time they finished, nearly twenty minutes had passed—it was just a little before seven.
Without wasting any more time, they cleaned up quickly and went back to their room to get ready.
When they reached the parking area, Dylan glanced at his car, then at the scooter parked nearby. Instead of taking the car, they decided on the scooter. It was faster, and with the school just a short distance from the apartment, they didn't have to deal with morning traffic.