[Johan's POV]
With nothing but a thin bedsheet covering his lower half, Johan found no ounce of regret as he lay on the bed beside Russell, naked. The arm strapped securely around his waist kept any self-doubt at bay. And the occasional kiss to his shoulder blades made him feel so... wanted.
It was an amazing experience.
But he reminded himself that sex was sex. It would be crazy to think otherwise. As fantastic as it felt, Russell was still a playboy who's only after fun and spontaneity. A ferocious young beast trying to satiate his curiosity.
Johan couldn't deny he was the same. He'd be lying if he didn't find the whole ordeal funny. A soft chuckle came out of him as he glanced at the door.
"The hell are you laughing at?" Russell asked.
"Nothing. I just find it funny thinking Grandpa cursing the gay people when he's housing one himself. It's just hilarious."
Russell's brows lifted. "I thought you said you're not gay."
