The Need To Be Needed

[Johan's POV]

For the first time in a while, Johan had to put on some sleeping clothes because too much skin contact could result in compromising, unresistible stuff. After getting rid of the boxers that had been stained with Adrian's seminal fluid, Johan took a quick shower and threw on a maroon pajama bottom and a plain tank top.

"I don't see the point of doing this, Han," Adrian said as he pulled on the blue basketball jersey he lent him. It belonged to Raymond, but the blond didn't need to know that. Crawling back beside him, Adrian looped an arm around his waist. "We already had sex countless of times."

"Would you like to sleep on the couch instead?" Johan suggested and immediately received a whine in response. Someone's acting like a kid. "Aren't they wondering why you're here? Your Mom. Your family. You just got back from Alaminos."