Chapter 38: I think I have fallen in love.
"Augustine," Charles whispered urgently, his eyes suddenly wide with alarm. "Someone’s coming!"
He quickly pushed Augustine away, a sense of panic gripping him as the reality of their situation set in. "We need to stop."
A soft scoffed escaped Augustine’s lips as he tried to close the distance between himself and Charles, but once more he was being shoved away.
"Why are you scared?" Augustine asked, a hint of confusion in his expression as he arched his eyebrows. "We’re not doing anything wrong."
Charles rolled his eyes at the ridiculous statement of Augustine.
*Knock... Knock*
Quickly, he hopped down from the bathroom sink, wrapping his arms around his chest to cover his nipples and part of his stomach. "Just get out already," Charles urged, using his body to push Augustine out of the bathroom. "Please just go."
"Hahahaha!" Augustine laughed out loud as he sluggishly stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Before sharing a blissful moment with Charles, Augustine had earlier locked the entrance door of the vip room, and currently, he made his way towards the locked door.
Unlocking the VIP room door, Augustine emerged with a smooth smile, greeting the boutique manager. "My apologies for the delay," he said, smoothly regaining his composure. "My friend is still in the bathroom."
The young manager nods her head in understanding. "Alright then. Just let me know if you need any help." She politely uttered before waking away.
After a quick exchange with the manager, Augustine slipped back into the VIP room, locking the door behind him with a sharp click.
Silently, he tiptoed toward the bathroom, his movements calculated and stealthy, ensuring that Charles remained unaware of his return.
Arriving in front of the bathroom, Augustine gently pushed the door, and it instantly began to slide open.
"What the hell, Augustine!" Charles cried out, his voice rising in alarm as he pressed his left hand against the door to prevent Augustine’s entrance. "Get out!" he demanded, his body exposed as he frantically used his right hand to shield his dick from being seen by the eyes of Augustine.
Augustine, on the other hand, kept trying to push the door open. "Pookie, I’m not going to touch you. Just open the door so I can admire you," he purred, his voice a beguiling blend of honeyed persuasion and lust.
He wasn’t using his full strength to push the door open, not wanting to risk hurting Charles by forcing his way in.
"Augustine, I’m naked, so just go away!" Charles snapped, his voice laced with both urgency and embarrassment.
His heart pounded against his ribs as he pressed his back against the door, gripping the handle tightly as if it were his only defense. "I mean it, Augustine!" he yelled, his frustration boiling over, his cheeks burning with a mix of anger and something far more confusing.
A deep sigh escaped Augustine’s lips as he stepped back, reluctantly withdrawing his hands from the door.
His fingers lingered in the air for a moment before curling into a loose fist at his side. "Just have a quick bath, okay?" he muttered, his voice softer now, almost reluctant.
Turning on his heels, he made his way toward the plush couch in the VIP room, sinking into its cushions with a quiet exhale, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he tried to steady the storm of emotions brewing within him.
Meanwhile, Charles who was still inside the bathroom quickly locked the door as he breathed out in relief.
He bit into his lower lips, walking over to the bathroom mirror and there, he took in a deep breath, glancing at his reflection.
’What did I just do?’ he mumbled inwardly, his thoughts a tangled mess.
His index finger absentmindedly traced the curve of his lips, from one corner to the other, as if trying to relive the sensation that still lingered there.
His heart pounded against his ribs, each beat a reminder of the moment he had just shared with Augustine—intense, electrifying, and undeniably real.
Slowly, he dives his finger deep inside his mouth, roaming his tongue around it in a circular motion.
"Did I just allow him to kiss me?" He questioned himself out loud, and slowly he removed his hands from within his mouth, placing it on one of his nipples.
’I just allowed a man to suck my nipples,’ Charles mused to himself in complete astonishment.
It was almost as if he couldn’t believe all that had transpired between himself and Augustine.
’Did I also allow him to touch my dick?’ He probed within himself.
As Charles remained in the bathroom, he couldn’t stop replaying the moment he had just shared with Augustine.
The warmth of Augustine’s touch, the way his breath had ghosted over his skin-it was intoxicating.
Charles forced himself to focus on his bath, letting the water wash over him, but no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept circling back to Augustine.
His heart pounded as he realized just how close they had come to crossing that final line. The idea both terrified and thrilled him.
After taking his bath, he wrapped a white towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom.
"Oh, you’re done?" Augustine asked, rising from his seat as he casually slid his hands into his trouser pockets. His gaze lingered on Charles, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"Pick an underwear, a trouser, and a shirt that you fancy, then head over to the dressing room to change," he instructed, his voice smooth yet unreadable.
Charles gave a small nod, barely meeting Augustine’s eyes before turning toward the clothing rack.
His fingers grazed over the expensive fabrics, but his mind was still clouded with the weight of what had just happened between them.
"Do you want me to help you out?"
"Augustine, I don’t think I need your help." Charles spat, making sure that he wasn’t making eye contact with Augustine because he felt a bit nervous.
His back was being turned on Augustine whose finger was still deep inside his trouser pocket.
"Charles, are you upset with me?" Augustine asked, his voice softer this time.
Without waiting for a response, he closed the distance between them, slipping his arms around Charles’s waist from behind.
His touch was firm yet gentle, his breath warm against the back of Charles’s neck. "I... I am just a bit tired." Charles lied.
Charles wasn’t tired, but a wave of frustration settled over him—not at Augustine, but at himself.
’shouldn’t feel this way. Augustine asked for permission, and I let him.’
Charles sighed, trying to shake off the lingering emotions.
Lost in his thoughts, Charles kept questioning why he shouldn’t be upset.
Meanwhile, Augustine’s hands, still wrapped around his waist, slowly began to slip beneath his towel.
Charles quickly balled his fist and aggressively hit Augustine’s hand away. "Stop acting like a pervert and stay away from me." His voice trembled with frustration.
Augustine smirked, leaning his head against Charles’s shoulder, his breath warm against his skin as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. "You smell so nice pookie." Augustine purred with a seductive voice as a warm smile was being plastered on his lips. "Can we continue from where we stopped?" He probed with a pleading voice.
Charles sighed, gently pulling Augustine’s hands away from his waist as he stepped forward. "I don’t... I don’t think I can do this, Augustine. I’m not ready. I need some time to think." His voice was soft, filled with uncertainty.
Charles’s voice conveyed a serious tone, and Augustine, sensing the weight of his words, nodded in understanding.
He slowly leaned away, his expression softening. "Get dressed, okay?" he purred, stepping back before settling onto the couch behind him.
Inhaling...
Charles inhaled deeply, moistening his lower lip with his saliva before slowly licking it.
With a deep sigh, Charles grabbed a pair of black boxer briefs, a white long-sleeve shirt, and grey trousers, noting the slight tear at the end of each leg.
He then picked up a white long-sleeved kimono jacket that reached just above his knee.
Charles headed over to the dressing room, quickly removing the white towel wrapped around his waist.
He dressed himself with practiced ease, glancing at his reflection in the long mirror.
Satisfied with how he looked, he smiled and stepped out of the dressing room.
The eyes of Charles roamed around the VIP room but Augustine was nowhere to be seen, and it was almost as if Augustine had ditched him.
’Did he run away because I didn’t yield to his sexual desire?’ Charles questioned himself as he hurriedly made his way towards the bathroom, grabbing his previous clothes before walking towards the exit door of the VIP room.
’Augustine is so immature and self-absorbed,’ Charles fumed inwardly, his frustration mounting with every passing second. ’He’s acting like a child, and I’m going to make sure he understands the consequences of his behavior,’ he resolved, seething with anger as he firmly maintained his position. ’He’s a spoiled brat,’ he thought to himself.
As he opened the door, he was stunned to see the manager of the boutique and Augustine in his front.
"Ohh, you are done," the manager purred with an excited smile. "You look stunning." She went on to compliment.
Charles smiled warmly. "Thanks for the compliment."
Augustine’s voice was soft yet charged with a strange intensity as he spoke, his eyes locking with Charles’s.
"Pookie," he murmured, his gaze admiring Charles with an almost reverential look, "you are the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes upon. You know that, right? You’re like a damsel—so captivating, so untouchable, yet so effortlessly alluring."
His words lingered in the air, each one weighted with unspoken meaning.
Augustine’s tone was sincere, but beneath it, there was a vulnerability, a plea for Charles to see him in the same light.
"H-huh?" Charles probed with an arched brow, confused as to the reason why Augustine was suddenly complimenting him with such flattering words.
"Pookie, I think I have fallen in love."