Early the next morning, Dante walked out of the guest bedroom looking haggard. Seeing the master bedroom door still closed, he felt like he was going crazy.
He had let a kid whose name he didn't even know into his house, use his bathroom, and sleep in his bed, while he himself was burned by lust and suffered insomnia all night.
All his personal hygiene items were in the master bathroom; he had to go inside to wash up.
Dante rubbed his face, gritted his teeth, and opened the door. Fortunately, the young man on the bed was sleeping soundly wrapped in the blanket. Aside from a few pinkish-white toes peeking out, nothing else was exposed. Dante breathed a sigh of relief, then for some reason, felt a twinge of disappointment.
Crazy!
Enda heard the sound of trickling water and groggily sat up, staring blankly for a while. It took some time for him to fully wake up, his head aching slightly. Habitually reaching for his glasses on the bedside table, his hand met only empty space, and he suddenly remembered this wasn't his home.
At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, and Dante stepped out. Since it was Sunday, he was wearing a comfortable set of home clothes. Although he had lost sleep all night, he still looked handsome and radiant. It was a pity Enda couldn't see it. With his myopia over five diopters, everyone looked like a beauty to him.
"Up already? I sent your clothes to be washed; just wear the set I put on the bed for now. I'm going out to buy breakfast and call a locksmith while I'm at it."
Enda nodded continuously. Just as Dante was about to leave, Enda suddenly called out to stop him:
"Ah… um, sir… what is your name?"
It was so embarrassing; they had been neighbors for so long, yet he still didn't know the man's name.
"My name is Dante. What about you, kid? What's your name, and how old are you?"
"My name is Enda. I'm twenty-two this year, still a university student."
Oh, exactly ten years younger than him. Dante nodded and walked out. Except for the master bedroom, his house was full of cameras, and important items were kept in the study which was carefully locked, so he wasn't afraid of the boy having bad intentions.
Besides, Enda seemed like an honest person; he probably wouldn't do anything like that.
Returning with breakfast, Dante saw Enda busy inspecting the old computer he had thrown in the corner of the wall. The boy's hands were clutching his pants tightly, his posture looking incredibly funny.
"What are you doing? Come out and eat breakfast!"
Enda looked up and fumbled his way over, his expression carrying a hint of regret. He bit into the pate baguette, his eyes still glancing toward that computer. Seeing this, Dante said:
"I bought that machine a long time ago. It was used so much that it broke and won't power on anymore."
"I know. Looking at it, I can tell the hard drive is fried. I just feel that it's still quite new; it's a waste for it to be broken."
"Well, what can you do? I'm a designer, using the machine twenty-four seven; even a machine made by God would collapse."
Enda's eyes lit up slightly. He looked up and said to Dante:
"Dante, since you're going to throw it away anyway, how about letting me try to fix it? I'm in IT, but I'm really good at fixing electronics."
"If you like it, just take it. If you can fix it, keep it for yourself."
Enda smiled until his eyes formed slits; he felt his neighbor was extremely adorable.
"By the way, the locksmith at the apartment complex said their schedule is full this morning; they can only send someone to fix it in the afternoon."
"Then can you let me stay at your place for a while? I didn't bring my phone yesterday, so I don't know where to go now."
"Good lord, in this day and age, there are still people who don't carry phones. And what were you doing yesterday to get so wasted?"
Enda gave a forced smile, ducked his head, and focused on gnawing his bread, seemingly unwilling to answer this question. Dante didn't try to pry. He finished his bread quickly, rinsed his mouth with water, and turned to instruct Enda.
"I'll be in my office. If you need anything, call me."
"You have to work even on your day off?"
"Yeah, it's my own company. If I don't do it, who will?"
Enda looked at him with eyes full of admiration; the image of his neighbor grew even taller in his eyes.
Over 9 AM, Dante felt thirsty, so he stood up and left the room. Walking into the living room, he saw Enda lying on his stomach on the sofa, tinkering with his broken laptop. He didn't know how the boy did it, but the machine that had been dead for ages was now working again.
He poured a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen, sitting down next to Enda and leaning in curiously to take a look.
On the screen was the interface of the game Arena of Valor; the kid was playing engrossed. Dante spoke up:
"Oh, you fixed it? That's impressive."
"Of course, leave it to me."
"Wait, you can see without glasses?"
"I can't see anything really, but I'm used to it, so I can play without looking. I have to admit, a computer with high specs makes a difference; it plays really smoothly. Are you really giving this to me?"
Just as a match ended, Enda turned his head to ask. Because Dante was sitting right against his side, when Enda turned, his hand slightly bumped Dante's arm. The water in the cup immediately splashed out, soaking the crotch of Dante's shorts.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Enda panicked and scrambled up, reaching for the tissue box under the table. Because of this movement, the loose pants hanging on his body immediately slid down, revealing a pair of pristine white legs.
Dante froze. He almost dropped the cup, but luckily he managed to catch it in time. However, the remaining water in the cup also splashed out, pouring straight onto Enda's head. The boy looked up at him in bewilderment. Dante was standing while Enda was kneeling on the sofa with his rear raised. His wet face was right at the level of Dante's waist, so the thing that was gradually growing larger under Dante's crotch fell straight into his line of sight.
Dante really wanted to find a hole to crawl into. It wasn't his fault; it was because this kid was too captivating.
The sleepwear Enda wore was much too big for him. When the pants slid down, his private parts were immediately covered by the shirt hem. However, just now, with his movement to reach for the tissues, the hem was pulled up slightly, and a perky, firm butt played hide-and-seek before Dante's eyes. By the time Enda got the tissues, he was doused with water by Dante. With wet hair plastered to his face, he knelt there dazedly, looking up at Dante.
This image was truly too erotic, making it impossible not to have wild thoughts. The little guy in Dante's pants couldn't bear the loneliness and lifted its head to say hello.
"Ahem… that… well… the computer in my office is also freezing up a lot. How about you come in and take a look for me?"
Dante quickly turned around, his hand tugging the shirt hem slightly to cover that embarrassing spot, and changed the subject.
Enda's face flushed bright red, and he whispered:
"Yes…"
After saying that, he grabbed the baggy pants and followed Dante into the office, some indecent thoughts springing up in his mind.