When they finally pulled apart, a thin strand of saliva and semen connected their mouths for a moment before breaking. Noah licked his lips, looking thoroughly debauched and entirely too pleased with himself.
“You’re fucking dirty.”
“And you love it.” Noah pecked Kaj once more before rolling off of him.
“Never said I didn’t,” Kaj replied, ogling him as he disappeared into the bathroom. “By the way, how come Ivar knows?”
Noah didn’t answer, so Kaj followed him into the en-suite. Crossing his arms, he leaned on the door frame while Noah took a leak.
“You knew he knew,” Kaj noted.
“Yeah.”
“How?”
“He saw me walking out of your room one day.”
“Why am I only hearing about this now?” Kaj frowned.
“I-I… I wasn’t sure how you’d react. He promised not make a big deal out of it as long as we kept working well and it didn’t affect your recovery. But said he’d inform Niels so he can stay ahead any potential backlash.”
“Niels knows, too?”
“I guess.” Noah shrugged.
“But he hasn’t scolded us or anything.” Which threw Kaj off. Niels was usually breathing down their necks with these kinds of things, always warning them to be extra careful with their image to avoid unnecessary complications.
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you. You know them better than me.”
Kaj shook his head. Their managers knowing about their relationship wasn’t what bothered him. “Is that why you’ve been so fucking weird lately? You were avoiding me so I wouldn’t find out?”
A part of him was mad at Noah for lying. He wasn’t the bad guy here. Just wanted to keep his private life private, at least while he figured out what it meant or where it was going—if anywhere. He didn’t need melodrama added to the internal conflict he was navigating. Like, why did he prefer that Noah had lied than him second-guessing their arrangement? Kaj had never felt like this toward any of his hookups, not even the long-term ones.
“No.” After flushing the toilet, Noah moved toward the sink to wash his hands.
Concern flared in Kaj’s chest as he straightened and took a step forward. “Is Trine okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, she’s perfect. Considering.”
“Then what the hell is wrong with you, dude?” Kaj asked, realizing just now how unserious this entire conversation might look from the outside, since they both had messy hair and flaccid dicks hanging there. “I didn’t want to ask since it’s probably none of my business, but you’re acting strange.”
A brief lull swayed in the air.
“Remember when we talked about online trolls?” Noah finally said.
“Yeah.”
“It’s gotten worse.” Noah turned around, resting his ass on the countertop as he crossed his arms. “It’s notjustmy socials. Someone somehow found both my personal and professional email accounts, and… it’s sickening. I’m not reading anything anymore—Niels advice—but every time I get a notification, I freeze. It’s stupid because it’s not even a physical threat, just emails, but it’s making me feel so unsafe. Like I’ll find that person somewhere without knowing who they are and they’ll hurt me or something.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s not your problem.”
“But—” Kaj stopped himself, unsure of what he was going to say. He was actually worried, and it felt so bizarre. “Have they tracked who they are?”
“Whoever they are, they’ve been using a proxy or some shit. Niels explained what the private investigator he hired has been doing, but I don’t understand the jargon. All I know is that it could be one person or several people.” Noah sighed, hands gripping the countertop. “Though Niels is convinced it’s just one because everything revolves around me being a weak, untrustworthy little shit that’s stealing your spotlight.”
“That…”
