Page 69 of Sixty Meters Under
“I’m going to take a shower,” Ryosuke replied, avoiding looking at her. The only thing he wanted was to disappear from her sight.
He entered the bathroom and unbuttoned his shirt. He threw it into the basket and leaned over the sink. Without the buttons pressing his chest, his breath came more freely. Ryosuke hung his head and inhaled, filling his lungs to the brim.
He exhaled sharply, tightened his grip on the smooth surface and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had a desire to ram his head into the wall or simply throw himself on the floor and never get up. He thought that the best option would be simply to take a dive head first from a building, but he knew that was impossible given his current location.
This whole thing about Scarlett gave him no peace. It tortured him day and night, and lately, he also had to deal with the dishonorable feelings he’d developed for aman.
A man.
It was driving Ryosuke crazy; he couldn’t stop thinking about Lennart, especially having seen him in the library a few minutes earlier.
“How can I stop this? What should I do?” he asked with desperation in his voice. “I don’t want to feel this way.” He lowered his head again and closed his eyes, but all he could see was Lennart’s face. Frustrated, he groaned and finished undressing.
When he entered the shower, he saw there were still three minutes and twenty seconds left. “That should be enough,” he said to himself and turned on the tap. The water was colder than he expected, and he twisted the nozzle to make it a little warmer.
When his skin was wet enough, he turned off the stream and applied shower gel, noticing, with horror, that he became hard.
Fuck! Not this.
Ryosuke ignored his need, but it was a challenge. He finished showering, and almost jumped out, battling with his body’s desire. While he dried himself his entire skin prickled with excitement. He released a soft moan when he ran the towel across his crotch; his erection demanded his urgent attention.
“Fuck!” Ryosuke gasped out when he felt another wave of arousal wash over him.I don’t want to do this, but I– I…
His mind was fighting against it, but he couldn’t resist and thought about Lennart pinning him against the bookshelf. Ryosuke closed his eyes and quickly grabbed onto the shower frame with one hand while reaching for his hard flesh with the other. “I can’t— resist, oh!” He squeezed his shaft and strokedin the familiar rhythm, his mind becoming blank and filled with ecstasy. “Ah…” It didn’t take him long to climax, he was soon releasing jets of cum into the air.
When his body relaxed and he recovered from the high, he noticed the soiled wall tiles. “Oh, come on,” he groaned. As he bent down, a knock made him jump and almost fall over.
“Ryosuke, are you okay?” Ayame’s voice echoed from the other side of the door.
“Yes! I’m fine!”Jesus.“I’ll be out in a minute.” Ryosuke shouted and rolled his eyes.
?
They entered the canteen dressed in formal attire. Ayame hung on his arm and walked beside him in her tight red glittering dress, while Ryosuke wore a fitted black suit. To dress like this was Ayame’s idea; she wanted the two of them to dress up a bit for the Christmas Eve dinner. She assumed they wouldn’t be the only ones, and it looked like she was right. When Ryosuke looked around he saw women in various elegant dresses of different colors and men in suits of darker shades. Ayame smiled, obviously pleased with her own choice.
Almost all the tables were occupied, people sitting in groups as usual. Ayame and Ryosuke walked to the large table where a couple of residents filled their plates with various Christmas specialties.
Ryosuke took an empty plate and looked around, thinking what to choose, but something else caught his attention. Lennart stood next to the table as well and filled his own plate. He was dressed in a gray suit and had his hair combed back. Ryosuke’s heart skipped a beat at the sight and he stiffened when Lennart’s eyes locked with his.
Lennart casually walked closer. “We meet again.”
“It seems so,” Ryosuke replied, trying to keep a neutral expression on his face. He saw a small smirk form on Lennart’s lips as he added: “Bon appetit.”
“Bon appetit to you too,” Ryosuke said and placed food on his plate. In that moment he didn’t care what he took; he needed to get occupied.
Lennart walked away and sat at the table where his mother and Hugo were already sitting in the company of two young women. Ryosuke noticed Lennart sitting next to one of them, and the way they interacted made his blood boil. But Lennart looked up again and their eyes locked. Frozen, Ryosuke kept his eyes on him.
“Love?” Ayame’s voice interrupted. “You didn’t tell me you made a new friend.” She came closer and curiously glanced over at Lennart.
“We’re not friends.” Ryosuke looked away. “He is an investigator.”
She turned to him, visibly surprised. “Oh, really?”
“He questioned me about Scarlett’s death.”
“Hm, I would never have guessed,” Ayame admitted, looking at Lennart once more. “He looks rather like someone fromPlayboymagazine.” She laughed, but Ryosuke didn’t find it funny. His features remained unfazed as he looked at the half-empty servers.
“Why are you so serious today?” Ayame asked and nudged him with her elbow.
