He'd invited Giovanni over, and they had watched a movie, and then Giovanni had gone to the bathroom, and then... then what? He couldn't really remember anything after that, and any attempt to, just made a sharp pain run through his skull. He groaned, turning to his size. He was in the living room, lying down on the couch. That he could tell since he was now staring straight at the television.

     All Ashkii could remember after Giovanni went to the bathroom was feeling very cold, then warm, and then soothed. He wasn't sure what happened last night, but he did know he'd passed out and had a very nice sleep if he did say so himself. He wondered if Giovanni got home safe.

     Ashkii's eyes moved in the direction of the kitchen when he heard the sound of the fridge opening. He frowned a bit, a bit puzzled when he saw someone moving in the distance before his eyes widened at the realization of who it was.

     "Oh, you're awake now," Giovanni said when he closed the fridge door. He smiled at Ashkii, throwing the younger man off guard. "I made breakfast," Giovanni added, holding up the tin of butter he'd gotten from the fridge before walking over to the kitchen counter that had a plate of toast, another plate with scrambled eggs, and two mugs of coffee.

     "You didn't go home last night?" Ashkii asked, even though the answer was obvious.

     "I didn't," Giovanni said, picking up a piece of toast to butter. "You seemed sick. I wasn't sure if it was okay to leave you by yourself."

     "Oh." That was the only appropriate word Ashkii could think of. He sat up on the sofa, staring at Giovanni who was no longer in the jeans, vest, or sweater he remembered from yesterday. He was in a black shirt that seemed to swallow him, and hopefully in some shorts underneath because all Ashkii could see were his long slender legs.

     Ashkii took in a deep breath before letting it out. "Is that my shirt?" he asked, as Giovanni dropped the piece of toast to pick up another one.

     "Yes. I couldn't really sleep in jeans. I had to look for something..." the man trailed, nibbling his lower lip. "I sort of helped myself to your things if you haven't figured that out."

     Ashkii squinted at Giovanni also noticing the man's hair was a bit wet. Did he was it?

     "I'm sorry. I just didn't want to leave to grab my things, and I didn't want to leave you by yourself—"

     "It's okay," Ashkii said, cutting him off. "I help myself to your things a lot when I'm over at yours," he reminded the older man. He wasn't mad at Giovanni in the slightest. He didn't want the man to think that, but he also didn't want to explain why he was staring so much at him either. There was something about Giovanni swimming in his shirt with the guesswork of if he was wearing anything underneath or not that was making his stomach do backflips.

     Giovanni stared at him for a bit before smiling and nodding. "So, do you want some breakfast?"

     "Yes please," Ashkii said, feeling his stomach rumble at that exact moment. He felt like he was about to throw up whenever he moved too fast, and then he remembered all he'd had last night was wine and chocolate.

     Giovanni brought over the plates and dropped them on the coffee table, before heading to grab the mugs. When he got back he sat beside Ashkii on the sofa and handed the younger man one of the cups.

     Like Ashkii had guessed Giovanni's hair was wet. He also probably had a shower, because he smelled a lot like Ashkii's body wash instead of his signature flowery scent.

     "You're a very lightweight," Giovanni said, making Ashkii chuckle a bit before taking a sip of coffee. He noticed there was sugar and milk in it. Odd, he hadn't pinned Giovanni as a sweet tooth. "To be fair though, that was twenty percent alcohol," Giovanni said, reaching out to touch Ashkii's forehead. The man backed away, a bit startled. His heart was pounding, and the bit of skin Giovanni had reached seemed to still burn after he scooted away.

     "Relax. I'm just checking if you still have a fever," the older man said.

     Ashkii nodded. "Sorry," he muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed. Giovanni reached out his hand again, touching Ashkii's forehead before taking his hand away.

     "You seem fine now. I should leave in a bit. It's almost ten anyway."

     "Ten?"

     "Yes. Did you miss a class?"

     "No, not yet. I have one at eleven-thirty," Ashkii said, looking over to the clock. If he wanted to make it he had to start getting ready now.

     "Thank you," Ashkii said after swallowing a bit of toast.

     Giovanni looked over at him. "Thank you for what?"

     Ashkii shrugged. "Staying with me, and making breakfast," he said. "I'm sorry, I should have drunk a bit less."

     "It's okay," Giovanni said, reaching out a hand to touch Ashkii's shoulder. He gave it a rub and a little pat. Ashkii knew it didn't mean anything, but it was clawing at his insides, making him crave more. Gosh, first he couldn't look at the man's lips and now he couldn't afford to let him touch him unnecessarily?

     "I—maybe I should take a shower now. I can eat later, just put it in the fridge," Ashkii said, getting up quickly before hurrying to his bedroom. He knew he was acting strange but having an erection in front of Giovanni wasn't something he was willing to risk.

     When he walked into his room, he noticed Giovanni's clothes from yesterday neatly folded into a pile next to the bag he'd brought along with him last night. He also noticed that one of his towels was missing and that the clothes in his top drawer had been folded into neat little squares. Giovanni seemed to have a thing for organizing, and you could just tell he'd been in a room because something had been folded, dusted, or arranged into place.

     Ashkii grabbed a towel, and then some clothes so that he could change in the bathroom because there was no way he was walking around bare-chested in a towel with Giovanni under the same roof as him. He scurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind him before starting the shower and getting undressed.

     At first, it had been a regular shower where he soaped down and washed his hair, but then he heard a sneeze from the living room, and his body was reminded that Giovanni was here. In his house. In the next room. Wearing his shirt, and possibly no pants.

     He gritted his teeth, cursing himself mentally when he felt his lower half begin to get hard. He touched it with reluctance, wondering if it was okay. He rationalized it to himself, deciding that it wouldn't take too long, so he closed his eyes, letting his mind play the fantasy of him getting touched and caressed by Giovanni.

     He'd always thought that he wouldn't mind getting a blowjob from Giovanni—he still didn't, but now the idea of kissing him kept playing in his mind. God. The older man had such a nice neck. And his legs. They were skinny, but they were toned, and for a moment Ashkii thought he wouldn't mind fucking between the man's thighs if he was allowed to. He took deep breaths, stroking his manhood as thoughts of Giovanni bounced around his head. He came in his hand and swallowed his moans as his body shook.

     The aftermath of this was similar to the aftermath of every other time he'd thought about Giovanni that way. He would feel deeply embarrassed for a while and contemplate his sanity as he called himself every disgusting name known to man under his breath.

     He was in the middle of doing just that when there was a knock on the bathroom door. Ashkii almost jumped out of his skin.

     "While you shower, would you like me to get your things together? Just tell me what to pack." Giovanni said from the other end of the door.

     Ashkii blinked, still recovering from the shock. "Sure, I have my bookbag somewhere in my room. There's a pile of books on my dresser you can put in it. My laptop's charger is by the foot of my nightstand. And my laptop's sitting on top of it. Feel free to shut it down before you pack that up."

     "Alright, I'll get to that."

     Once Ashkii was sure Giovanni had left by the sound of his footsteps fading, he let his eyes narrow down to his dick. That was, for some reason, getting hard again.

     "Fuck," he muttered under his breath as his breathing hiked. The bartender's mere existence under the same roof as Ashkii was doing a number on him.

     He eventually did finish having his shower. He got dressed in the bathroom and stepped out before circling to his bedroom door. He wondered where Giovanni was since he didn't get a hint of him in the living room/kitchen area. He couldn't still be packing up, could he?

     He opened the door, spotting the man by his nightstand with his laptop in his hands. "Giovanni—" he started saying but paused. His mouth hung open as he processed what was happening.

     It felt like his soul was leaving his body when he realized what Giovanni was looking at. The man had his laptop open and had a blank, empty look on his face as he stared at the screen of Ashkii's laptop.

     Ashkii had a feeling he hadn't closed the tabs the last time he went on a research adjacent masturbation mission on a porn site, and Giovanni confirmed that with his next words.

     "Well then... I didn't think you'd be that interested in blowjobs..." Giovanni trailed, looking up from the screen to look eyes at Ashkii. "Also, blowjobs from other dudes?"

     "I—" Ashkii started but stopped, deciding it was best not to incriminate himself any further with talking. "Can you hand me my laptop? I have a class in a bit."

     Giovanni did as he was told, closing the laptop before walking a bit closer to Ashkii. He handed it to him but didn't break eye contact as he said the following words. "Also, it seems like you have a type too," the bartender said, folding his hands across his chest. "Skinny twin gargles eight-inch cock is quite the title I'll say that." Nothing was teasing about Giovanni's tone. He didn't sound like himself. He sounded concerned—deeply concerned.

     "I thought you were straight?"

     "I was—I am. Fuck, I don't know..." Ashkii trailed, feeling his cheeks warm up even more. "I was thinking about it..."

     "Hmm, I wonder what skinny twink you had in mind!" Giovanni said in an exaggerated preppy voice, that was tinged with a bit of mockery.

     Ashkii felt like dying. He looked down at the ground, hoping the floor would swallow him in shame. "You're not going to make me state the obvious, are you?

     Giovanni seemed taken aback by that. His eyes finally peeled off Ashkii and they wandered about before landing back on the younger man who looked like he'd been caught committing a crime. "Well, I guess I don't have to do that," Giovanni said. "You know, I'm a little bit too old to still be considered a twink—"

     "Please," Ashkii said firmly, cutting the man off. "Could you please not make fun of my feelings."

     Giovanni cocked his head to the side. "Your feelings?" he asked, a bit perplexed. "It's porn."

     "I just want to have an idea what it'd be like with the person I have feelings for. Especially since I don't really have a chance in the first place. I don't know what other reason you'd think I have in mind, but I find you really attractive, and I was just curious..." Ashkii trailed, sighing before finally making to tuck his laptop into his book bag that was sitting on the bed. Giovanni had packed everything else. He'd close the tabs in the privacy of his car, he couldn't stand here knowing Giovanni was watching him.

     "I—" he started but he paused when he zipped up his book bag. "I'm going to head out now. You can close the door behind you if you want to stay a little bit longer," he said. "The key is on the window slab by the door, and you can just hide it under the floor pot when you're leaving."

     With that said, Ashkii turned around and made a run for it—well, not exactly. He sped walk to the front door, before heading to his car. He didn't look behind him and drove off as soon as the engine started up.

     He didn't want to think too much about what Giovanni would be up to that day, but what he did know is that they probably wouldn't speak to each other for a while.