Page 113 of Sixty Meters Under

He is kissing me. Oh…

Ryosuke felt like his brain melted when Lennart’s tongue slid inside his mouth. He knew he should push him away, but he couldn’t put an end to this heavenly feeling.

Just a little bit more. Mm, this feels so good.

Lennart’s kisses became sloppier and at the same time Ryosuke could feel all his weight crush him. Lennart’s head fell to the side and Ryosuke heard him snore.

Great. He fell asleep. Not that we were supposed to be kissing but he probably thought he’s kissing his girlfriend or whatever she is.

Frustrated, Ryosuke pushed Lennart to the side. He looked at his sleeping figure for a moment and thought about his options.

It will be impossible for me to take him to his room, which means he will have to stay here and sleep with me in bed.

Realizing this, Ryosuke’s cheeks heated. He covered the man with his blanket and took another one to cover himself on the other side of the bed. He felt hot under the cover and was unable to fall asleep for another hour.

Chapter 30

Lennart woke up to a throbbing headache. The room was still dark as he sat up and groaned. His stomach somersaulted, making him jump and run for the bathroom door. It was a struggle in the darkness, but Lennart reached the toilet just in time.

“Holy fuck,” Lennart gasped out when he caught his breath. His head pulsated, and he didn’t have the strength to get up. He lowered his body next to the toilet bowl but soon felt the urge to throw up once more.

Once his stomach calmed down a bit, he heard a voice behind him: “Are you okay?” Lennart tensed and looked up. He saw Ryosuke standing in the doorframe and looking worriedly at him.

It took Lennart a few more seconds to pull out the information from the back of his mind and remember why Ryosuke was in the bathroom with him. “Sorry for waking you up,” he said, but he couldn’t recall, not if his life depended on it, how he ended up in this miserable condition. Last thing he remembered was being at the bar and drinking with his friends.

Ah… Drinking. That must be it.

“That is the least important,” Ryosuke interrupted his train of thought. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’ll be alright, just drank too much. I should be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Lennart nodded but felt nausea build up again. He leaned over the toilet and didn’t even have time to tell Ryosuke to leave him alone.

This is so embarrassing.

He felt Ryosuke’s hand on his back.

“You don’t have to be here. Go to sleep.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

Lennart quickly flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He wanted to get up, but that was an impossible task at the moment. He gave up and leaned his face against the cool porcelain.

“Is it getting better?” Ryosuke asked after a brief pause.

“I don’t know.”

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Ryosuke was hesitant to leave him by himself. He wasn’t bothered by the reek of alcohol and vomit when Lennart’s safety could be at stake.

What if someone put something in his drink too? Is the killer really behind the bars? Should I call the doctor before it’s too late?

Lennart breathed heavily, seeming unable to get up. Ryosuke wished he could help him somehow, so he asked, “Do you want to go back to bed?”

Ryosuke waited, but no answer came. Lennart didn’t move and supported his head on the toilet seat.