[Johan's POV]
As the high of his orgasm faded away, and his cock turned flaccid in his hand, Johan's back slumped against the bathroom wall, self-loathing and shame replacing the short-lived euphoria. He sighed, closed his eyes, and let the running water washed away the evidence of his salacious fantasy.
How can someone evoke such filthy thoughts just by laying beside him? But then, he couldn't fantasize about Adrian the way he used to without feeling emotionally wretched. Then there's Alden, who resorted again with withdrawal. He wouldn't be surprised if the Chef disappeared again without contact, then would later come back claiming they didn't break up and shit.
"I don't want to deal with these stupid feelings anymore," Johan said, wiping the water from his face. "Fuck them both. They can go crawl up to where they come from and rot there. I was living a peaceful life here until they came knocking in my door."
