45 Bathroom Apparition

[Adrian's POV]

Emptiness echoed within the white walls of the hotel room.

Three days had passed since Johan parted ways with him at the hospital's parking lot with Rafael. Without his presence, the room he shared with him for half a day felt like a void. Adrian rolled to his side, the bed covers crinkling under his weight.

He hasn't received a single update from him; if he's arrived safely in his apartment, or how his day was going. The chats and text messages he sent him haven't been read yet either, and his calls never went through, as if Johan's phone had been turned off. Furthermore, Christy informed him that Johan has been absent, which was strange.

"Where are you, Han?" Adrian mused out loud as he stared at the blank screen of his smartphone. "Why aren't you texting back?"

The time flashed 9:41 AM. There's still no text, or even a reply to his chat. The lack of communication just felt wrong. He thought they've gotten closer these past few weeks.

Was he being too clingy?

Through the eerie silence of the room, Johan's words he couldn't shake off fleeted in his memory.

'I guess falling in love is that easy. Staying in love... that's the most challenging part.'

'And what would make you stay in love, Han.'

'Why are you suddenly asking me that?'

'I just want to know.'

'There's one thing. Just one.'

'What is it?'

'Loyalty. That's all.'

Anxiety quivered Adrian's body. Johan's passive acceptance led him to believe he's okay with their set up, giving Adrian a false sense of security. But if loyalty was the one thing Johan wanted in a relationship, then doesn't that mean he's already a lost cause?

'Make up your mind because pseudo-relationships normally don't end well.'

Having no solid grounds to hold on to scare him. His relationship with Johan was as fragile as thin glass. One wrong move and it will shatter, gone forever.

Adrian rubbed his face in distress. Grabbing his smartphone and a pack of cigarettes, Adrian walked out to the terrace for a smoke. Situated at the heart of the city, the hotel was fairly small, but it stretched wide enough to cater to travelers like them. It was morning, and the vehicles congested the main road below.

Smoke rose to the air as Adrian lighted a stick, his elbows propped against the metal railings. He's only halfway to his fifth drag when he spotted a familiar masked guy standing in front of the pawnshop across from the hotel, sending him into an alert mode.

"Han?" Heart pounding in his chest, Adrian pulled his phone out of his pocket. Johan hadn't gone back to Olongapo yet. But why didn't he tell him? Where's he staying? And why he's not answering the damn phone! "Damn it!"

Throwing the cigarette away, Adrian dashed inside the room and out of the hotel in a flash. He couldn't be mistaken. Despite the hidden face, he would recognize that rich chocolate brown tresses rustling against the light breeze. And the beige jacket wrapped around his waist was the one he lent him before his departure at the hospital.

Upon reaching the front of the establishment, however, Adrian found no trace of the man, like he just vanished out of thin air. A motorcycle honked at him, prompting Adrian to step aside so the driver can park.

What the fuck? Was he hallucinating? Fuck, he was. How can Johan be here when he's already gone back to Subic three days ago? He's probably resting right now.

With a groan, Adrian turned back and walked inside the hotel. Maybe's he's too tired from watching over Aaron the night before. It's an agreement between him and his mother that they'd take turn; Adelia during the day, and Adrian at night since he's used to night shift.

"I should take a shower," Adrian muttered and stripped himself.

He and Johan checked in a different room from his mother and siblings, so walking around naked was not a problem. That could have raised suspicion from his family, but Johan, as always, made it plausible by explaining it was inappropriate for the males to share a room with them, given that Adrian's younger siblings were both teenage girls.

For someone who has no interest in women, Johan sure showed great respect towards the opposite sex, unless they're being an absolute bitch.

A sneer lifted the corner of Adrian's lips as he remembered Quinn's insensitive remark towards his brother. Although he'd likely just let it passed since Quinn's still a woman. But Johan didn't hesitate to lambast her with his sharp tongue, standing up for him when he didn't have the will to do so.

'Damn, I miss him already.'

Twisting the squeaky shower knob, Adrian leaned his hand on the tiled bathroom wall as water pelted on his skin like ice bullets. Adrian preferred a warm bath, so he stepped out of the sprinkler as he lathered his toned body with soap. When he reached for his semi-erect wood, his imagination traveled back to the time Johan gave him a sensual scrub. It only happened once, but they stopped midway, leaving him with a frustrated bathroom fantasy.

Pouring a generous amount of hair conditioner in his hand, Adrian slicked it through his hair. With his palm coated with the slippery substance, what followed was inevitable. Leaning his back against the tiled wall adjacent to the shower spray, Adrian moaned as he stroked himself. "Han!"

He could never replicate those playful hands, but it's not like Adrian couldn't get off by himself. His hands were his partner for five years, after all. Adrian was halfway to his climax when a knock on the front door halted him. At first, he ignored the noise trying to interrupt him from the sweet bliss of masturbation, but the rapping against the wood was incessant.

It must have been one of his little sisters.

With an annoyed click of his tongue, Adrian hollered, "What is it! I'm taking a bath!"

He received no answer, and the knocking stopped, prompting Adrian to continue where he left off. Johan's image materialized behind his closed eyelids, wet, naked, kneeled in front of him.

Adrian tightened his grip. His moans and groans filled the hotel bathroom. Adrian lost himself in the building pleasure as he increased his pace. "HanNghh!"

"Yeah?"

"Faster!" Adrian panted through half-lidded eyes as Johan's image materialized; sat on the toilet bowl, in his red boxers, watching him with a wide grin on his face.

"How fast exactly, Adrian?"

"Fuck—!" Adrian slammed himself on the wall beside him before he slipped into the bathroom floor with a surprised yelp. "Han! What are you—! How—!"

Johan's giggles reverberated inside the bathroom as he rushed forward and kneeled in front of Adrian's sprawled, naked self. He grabbed his arms that were still suspended on the wall's surface, and the skin contact proved Johan was truly here.

Adrian groaned, from the shock, from the pain on his ass, and for the absurdity of it all. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry! Sorry!" Johan embraced him, head pressing close to his chest. "Wasn't expecting you to not hear me come in."

"Damn... I thought I'm going crazy that I'm seeing you everywhere."

Pulling away, Johan flashed him a silly smile. "But I'm here. Sorry again. Are you mad?"

He wasn't mad at all, despite the thousands of questions he wanted to ask. It relieved him to see Johan in the flesh. Still, Adrian scowled and tried to pull the best scolding face he could muster. "What do you think?" he growled low. The apologetic kiss he received made his heart flutter, removing any form of resentment that lingered. If there's any.

"Sorry. I'll make it up to you," Johan whispered to his lips, pressing closer.

"And how?" Adrian adjusted himself against the wall. With the object of his fantasy seated between his thighs, what his little prank interrupted grew needy with attention. And Johan didn't disappoint him when he grabbed him in his hand.

"Let's wash you off first," Johan said with a little squeeze.

"Hmm?" Adrian moaned when the hand started moving up and down. "But it feels good, Han. Let's wash off once you're done."

"I don't want to put soap in my mouth though."

Adrian's cock jumped at the implication. "Damn you, Han."

The reply he received was a tongue licking his lower lip. Johan released his hold and stood, pulling him up to step into the drizzling water.

Adrian didn't forget he wanted him assertive. Running a hand up to his thighs before grabbing his ass, Adrian tugged Johan's boxers down and kicked it to a corner. Johan moaned when he melded their bodies together under the water spray.

 He shut his eyes and allowed Johan to wash the conditioner on his hair, hands roaming around him, caressing the foam away. When Johan cupped his face, he reopened his eyes to stare at the face.

"I missed you," Adrian confessed. "You didn't answer my calls, didn't reply to my texts. I thought something happened."

"Sorry. My phone malfunctioned. I need to get it fixed, or buy a new one."

"What happened?"

"Let's talk about it later. There's something I want to do." Johan pushed him again to lean on the wall.

Excitement had Adrian smirking. "What kind of game are you playing again, Han?"

"Nothing much. I just want to make it up to you," he said between kisses along his jawline down to his neck. "Watching you earlier makes me want to do this so bad. So just stay still."

Adrian's groin tingled when Johan lowered his lips to his chest and down to his abdomen. He moaned at the tongue swirling around his navel, its tip trailing further south. His world exploded when Johan took him to the warm cavern of his mouth.

After days of cold silence, Johan overwhelmed him with a burning passion, and Adrian couldn't quite grasp what's going on. But as his cock hitched past Johan's throat, Adrian couldn't stop himself from fisting Johan's hair as waves of pleasure rocked him.

"Han!" Adrian reached his peak and unloaded his white essence in multiple shots, inside Johan's mouth.

Oh, shit!