A Business Deal [MxM]

Chapter 3: Vansh

As I emerge from my room, I find the door of Dhruv's room ajar. There's nobody around and unless he is expecting someone, he would not keep the door open so carelessly. I lock the door of my room and knock at his door. Getting no response, I peek through the open space to find his tracksuit lying on the bed. I slowly open the door and step inside. Since my intention is nothing but to check on him, I do not bother shutting the door behind me. It is only now that I hear the shower running. I look around the room and take a few steps towards the balcony. On the other side, between his bed and the armchair, lie his suitcases. Open. How irresponsible! Or was it a theft? There appear no signs of theft. His suitcases appear neatly packed. I consider waiting for him to finish showering before I leave. I turn and look at the bed again. It is only now that I spot his underwear carelessly thrown on the pillow. I sneer in disbelief- it is red. Not even maroon, but a vibrant red.

The water stops running. In a few moments, the bathroom door is unlocked and he comes out, just a towel wrapped around his waist. His body glistens as he hasn't wiped himself dry. Water drips from his hair and mostache. He freezes upon spotting me in his room. He just stares at me, saying nothing.

"The door was ajar. I came in to check.", I say pointing at the door. I should have shut it. Anyone who sees inside would be able to see him half-naked. "I'll leave." I hurry towards the door, but stop at the foot of the bed. "You should lock your door properly. Especially when your suitcases are lying open."

"It was Jagat.", he replies blankly. "He was here when I went for a shower. He must have not shut the door properly before leaving."

"I did not ask for an explanation."

Dhruv nods his head. "But you must know. You must have already thought of me as a careless person after seeing the state of the room."

I look around the room. It is rather clean and impressionable. Nothing to judge him for. Weirdly enough, it smells like him. It's not as if I am trying to sniff around, or get to know how he smells. I reckon, however, that if he has a distinctive scent to him, it is this, not the cologne he wore last night. My phone chimes again and I take it out. It is a text from Yashika. When I put it back in my pocket after replying, his look expresses disappointment. Maybe he just wants me to get out.

He takes a step towards the bed-it might be his way of asking me to leave so that he can change, no, get dressed-but trips in thin air. He fails horribly in his attempt to balance himself and falls face down, right at my foot. All those gym hours wasted. This kid cannot do the bare minimum to save his face. Or something else too. That must have hurt.

The act of balancing did not succeed, and led to another disaster- his towel came undone. He is lying down, flashing his naked butt. Its shape is...

Outside, I hear footsteps accompanied by voices. I rush to the door and shut it. Upon returning back to where he's still lying, I shield my eyes. "Cover your butt."

"Can you not figure out the place I hurt myself?"

Just as I thought. "Sorry." I look around and see a handkerchief lying on the desk under the TV. It is the closest thing at hand, so that is naturally the thing that I use to cover his butt. It does not cover it completely, but reduces the impact of the flash and flesh.

He raises his head and looks at me in disbelief. If he could, he would have killed me right now. I did something ridiculous, and he knows it. In my defence, I have no intention to see his flat, firm and lean butt. He can keep it to himself and flash it before anyone he wants to, but not me. He throws the kerchief aside and grabs his towel. Covering as much part of his butt as he can, he sits first. He grabs his left ankle and presses it. He winces in pain. "I think I sprained it."