BIA Ch. 99

Day Twelve

“Nice.”

Chester said as soon as he stepped inside. He hadn’t even gone near the window yet, so what was so nice about it? Isaiah was about to say something, but he changed his mind and just replied, “It’s okay,” briefly. Chester was the type who would make two or three excuses if he got even one word of criticism. It was fun to play with him when he was bored, but when he was tired like now, it was best not to bother him.

“You can see the church well, too.”

Manny, who had already gone to the window, said as he opened the curtains. It was a place with a clear view, enough to see the building clearly even on a rainy evening. It would be even better on a clear afternoon, no doubt.

“Oh, that’s right.”

Chester also got excited and opened the window. Watching Chester sit on the window seat and look outside, Isaiah felt a strange feeling. It was the window seat he had been holding onto the whole time he was doing that with Bran yesterday. It was a bit of a strange analogy, but it felt like he had brought in a lover and committed a terrible act while his husband was away.

Thinking things like this, I must have really hit rock bottom.

Isaiah sighed and lay down on the sofa. Then, belatedly, he remembered that they had also done it here and sat up abruptly.

“What’s wrong?”

Manny and Chester asked at the same time, surprised by his sudden movement.

“Ah, no. It’s nothing.”

Isaiah calmed his pounding heart and quickly examined the sofa. Fortunately, there were no noticeable stains or anything.

How can there be no trace after doing it so messily…? And we didn’t even use a condom.

Something felt off, so he looked closer and realized that the sofa cover itself had been changed. It seemed that the cleaning person had come in the morning.

Well, what kind of man is Bran? He knew Chester was coming, there’s no way he would have left it like that.

Finally completely relieved, Isaiah lay back down on the sofa when Chester came over and sat next to him. It was more like he was crumpled at Isaiah’s head rather than next to him.

“How long are we renting this place for?”

“Saturday.”

“Not Friday?”

“Checkout is strictly 11 AM. We can’t leave at 11 AM on Friday, so we have to leave at 11 AM on Saturday.”

“Then,”

“Just go into the Airbnb app and look.”

He didn’t want to say anything more. Isaiah took his smartphone out of his pants pocket and tossed it to Chester.

“What is it? What did you do last night instead of sleeping, that you’re so worn out?”

Chester grumbled, watching Isaiah lie on the sofa and even close his eyes.

“Did you go to Mountain Dog again, you homo bastard?”

“Yeah. I’m about to pass out from dealing with three guys at once, so don’t talk to me.”

Before Isaiah could even finish his sentence, Chester yelled.

“Crazy, don’t lie! I know you didn’t go!”

He asked if he went himself, but the moment he said he did, he freaked out again. He couldn’t understand why.

“If you knew, why did you ask?”

Isaiah opened his eyes and stared up at Chester by his head.

“Huh? Why did I ask?”

Isaiah, feeling uncomfortable because of Chester, lifted his head and laid it on his thigh, asking. He expected him to snap back right away, but Chester suddenly blushed red and clenched his mouth shut. In that state, he glanced at Manny standing in front of the window, then looked back down at Isaiah’s face, then back at Manny, fidgeting around, before finally jumping up from the sofa and shouting.

“Shit, why would I ask? I’m asking because I know you’re obsessed with guys! You leave your smartphone at home and sneak out to hook up with all sorts of guys, and I’m worried you won’t be able to shoot straight the next day because you’re worn out, why else!”

“I’ll take Viagra and shoot.”

“What… Hey, just, just hold it in for a few days, is it that hard!”

This homo bastard, this worn-out gigolo, a walking disease, a guy who’s gonna die from AIDS, Chester even stamped his feet, criticizing Isaiah more fiercely than usual. Manny sat him down on a separate one-person sofa, telling him to calm down, but Chester’s anger still didn’t subside.

“You can’t go anywhere on Thursday night, got it? I’ll make sure you sleep next to me, no matter what, got it?”

How exactly he planned to make Isaiah sleep next to him when he himself was stuck at Cedric’s place was beyond Isaiah. It was ridiculous, but Isaiah was inwardly tempted. Because Chester was currently sharing a bedroom with Bran. Sleeping next to Chester meant sleeping in the same bedroom as Bran. Of course, that didn’t mean he intended to do anything with Bran.

Truthfully, Isaiah had never practiced abstinence, whether it was one day or two days before D-day. It wasn’t just Isaiah; most snipers he knew were the same. In fact, under the pretext of relieving tension, some did more drugs than usual or deliberately visited brothels to meet women. Isaiah wasn’t that extreme, but he didn’t force himself to abstain from his usual habits either. He simply didn’t feel the need.

But if the other person was Bran, it was a different story. The words about being about to pass out from dealing with three guys at once weren’t just empty words. He was really as tired as if he had dealt with three people at once. He hadn’t even done it that many times, just three times, or even twice if you went by Bran’s standards, so he didn’t know why he felt so drained. It wasn’t because of the difference in physique, since most of the men he had met before were similar in build to Bran. But he had never suffered such a violent aftereffect. Bran’s thing… was big of course, but it wasn’t like he had never encountered a man like that before, and he had used tools of even more inhuman sizes several times. Of course, it was overwhelming, but that feeling was only temporary, and the aftereffects didn’t last until the next day.

But why was Bran so exhausting? He felt his energy draining in real-time yesterday. But he didn’t expect to feel like this even today. It wasn’t just that he was drowsy, but it felt like a part of him was still inside him, which was even more troublesome. Even when he didn’t know he had sex with him—that is, when he was Isaiah Diaz and had sex, and then immediately returned to being Isaiah Cole and didn’t know anything about what had just happened—he had felt this feeling.

Of course, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to shoot a gun because of this, but he knew for sure that it would affect his condition, so it was right to refrain from it the day before… Or… maybe just do it once? And maybe it would be different if he used a condom. That’s right. The situation was a bit different yesterday in many ways. He didn’t use a condom and even ejaculated inside. It might be different if they did it in a more normal way. Yeah, that’s right. There’s no need to rule out doing it…

He was having all sorts of random thoughts without any context, just letting his mind wander, when suddenly,

“Oh, what’s this.”

Chester muttered from beside him. Isaiah woke up instantly at his excited voice.

“What? What is it?”

“No, this.”

What Chester was showing him was the smartphone that Isaiah had given him a little while ago. Isaiah felt his heart sink.

Could there be any trace of Bran left in the Airbnb app? Like Bran’s name on the receipt…

“If you rent it for a week, you get a 15% discount on the rental fee.”

“……”

“We can buy curtains with this.”

Right? Yeah? The math works out perfectly, right? Judging by how he kept asking for confirmation, the rental fee discount was just an excuse, and he clearly wanted to bring up the curtain story from the start.

When Isaiah just stared at him without saying anything, Chester seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere and quickly changed the subject.

“Oh, right, you said you were going to get bullets today?”

“Yeah.”

Isaiah answered, getting up from the sofa.

“Is it that bar again? What time do you have to go?”

“I don’t know.”

Isaiah thought for a moment and then said,

“I think I should go by six at the latest.”

“What? You’re going that early? You’re not trying to sneak off somewhere else in the middle, are you?”

Chester, with his eyes blazing again, pounced on him.

“What are you talking about? You’re going to drive me to the bar anyway.”

“You bastard, I have to go to church!”

“Ah, is that so.”

“You didn’t deliberately time it for the service, did you?”

Chester made a blatantly suspicious face and then ordered Manny next to him.

“Hey, you drive him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Manny, as if he expected this, bowed his head obediently.

“And follow him all the way inside the bar.”

“Yes…?”

But he seemed not to have expected this, and looked at Isaiah with a troubled expression. Of course, Isaiah didn’t expect Chester to go this far either. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he was going to do anything else, just sit there. If Manny seemed to notice anything strange, he could make up an excuse then.

Isaiah leaned back on the sofa and replied, pretending to be calm.

“Do as you please.”