LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH

Chapter 14: Wiyan Feelings

Wiyan emerged from the restroom, his heart still racing. He couldn't believe how flustered Alex made him feel with just a simple touch. He splashed water on his face, muttering to himself, "Get a grip, Wiyan. You're acting like a damn teenager. But... how can I not when he's right there, so close, so ugh, stop!" He shook his head, trying to shake off the warmth pooling in his chest and elsewhere.

Back in the kitchen, Alex was stirring the sauce with an ease that only made him more attractive in Wiyan's eyes. The gentle glow of the kitchen light seemed to highlight every detail—his focused expression, the subtle curve of his jaw, the way his hands moved with precision.

Wiyan cleared his throat as he walked in. "So, what are you making?" he asked, trying to sound casual, though his voice was a little strained.

Alex glanced up, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "Pasta. I'm not a chef, but I figured we both need some real food after today. You know, something to soak up the alcohol Kevin left behind in the air." He chuckled softly.

Wiyan chuckled along, leaning closer to peek into the pot. His shoulder brushed Alex's, sending a spark through his body. God, why does he smell so damn good? This isn't fair!

"Can I help?" Wiyan offered, desperate for something to do that would keep his hands busy and his mind off Alex's presence.

"Yeah, sure," Alex replied, handing Wiyan the pasta. "Here, keep an eye on this while I finish the sauce."

As they worked side by side, their movements occasionally brought them into each other's space. Alex reached for a spice jar, his hand brushing Wiyan's. It was a fleeting touch, but to Wiyan, it was electric. His breath hitched, and he quickly looked away, focusing intently on the pot of boiling pasta.

I can't do this. I'm going to lose it if he keeps getting so close.

"Hey, you okay?" Alex asked, his voice soft but concerned.

Wiyan startled, realizing he'd been standing frozen for a moment. "Y-yeah, just... uh, boiling water, you know. Very distracting," he stammered, cursing himself for how awkward he sounded.

Alex gave him a curious look but didn't press further. Instead, he smiled. "Well, you're doing great, mate. Best water boiler I've ever seen."

Wiyan laughed nervously, his mind racing. Why is he so nice? He has no idea what he's doing to me.

The tension became too much when their hands brushed again, and Wiyan could feel the heat rise in his body. He quickly excused himself. "I need to, uh... use the restroom again. Be right back."

Alex frowned slightly. "You sure you're okay? That's the second time—"

"Yeah, yeah! Just something I ate earlier," Wiyan interrupted, practically sprinting out of the kitchen.

In the restroom, he tried to relieve himself of the overwhelming feelings, but all he could think about was Alex. He unzips his pants seeing his bulge feel the sense of lust for Alex. Wiyan started to stroking his member while closing his eyes feeling the touches he had from Alex in the kitchen he continues stroking his member faster and imagining fucking Alex with his big and long member imagining the way of Alex moaning his name and screaming for his mercy make him cum hard "AHH! Fuck...Fuck"  Wiyan leaned against the sink, gripping its edges. His reflection stared back at him, his cheeks flushed and his breathing uneven. You're such an idiot, Wiyan. Pull yourself together. It's just Alex. He doesn't even know how you feel. And he probably never will. But damn, he's perfect.

A knock on the door startled him.

"Wiyan? It's me, Alex. You okay in there? You've been in there a while," Alex's voice came through the door, tinged with concern.

"I'm fine! Just... needed a moment," Wiyan called back, trying to sound calm.

"Alright, but hurry up. Dinner's almost ready," Alex replied before walking away.

Wiyan took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. You've got this. Just act normal. You can survive one meal without making a fool of yourself.

When he returned to the kitchen, Alex had already plated the pasta. The table was set, and Alex handed Wiyan a plate. "Here you go. Hope it's edible," Alex joked, his eyes twinkling.

Wiyan smiled, feeling the tension ease slightly. "I'm sure it's great. Thanks for cooking."

As they sat down to eat, Alex noticed Wiyan's distracted expression. "Mate, you look like you've seen a ghost. You sure everything's alright?"

Wiyan hesitated, scrambling for an excuse. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a bit tired, I guess. It's been a long day."

Alex studied him for a moment, clearly unconvinced. "Well, if you're tired, you're welcome to crash here tonight. No sense in going home like this."

Wiyan's heart skipped a beat. Stay here? Overnight? With him? He tried to keep his cool, nodding casually. "Thanks, mate. I'll take you up on that."

Alex smiled warmly, and Wiyan felt his heart swell. He's too kind. Too perfect. How am I supposed to survive this night?

As they continued eating, Wiyan stole glances at Alex, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. I can't tell him how I feel. It would ruin everything. But God, it's so hard to be this close to him and not say anything.

The meal ended, and as they cleaned up together, Wiyan felt a strange mix of relief and longing. He wanted the night to end so he could escape his own feelings, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave Alex's side.

"Ready to call it a night?" Alex asked, his voice breaking through Wiyan's thoughts.

Wiyan nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah. Thanks again for everything, Alex."

Alex clapped him on the shoulder, his touch lingering for just a moment. "No problem, mate. That's what friends are for."

Friends, Wiyan thought, the word both comforting and devastating. For now, that'll have to be enough.