[BL] Obsessed with Him, Surrendered to His Voice

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: A Night of Unspoken Feelings

~Third- POV~

Frederick held his gaze for another moment before reaching for his phone. He sent a quick message to Damian and Elias, explaining that they wouldn’t be joining them after all.

Once he was done, he turned towards the driver.

”Take us home.”

”Alright, sir,” the driver replied, shifting into gear and smoothly pulling away from the curb.

As the car moved, Reynold shifted away from Frederick, sliding towards the opposite end of the leather seat. He settled there without a word, leaving a noticeable distance between them.

Frederick turned to look at him, regret settling heavily in his chest. He wished he had kept the conversation to himself. Perhaps he should have waited for a better moment to tell Reynold. Now, what had started as a beautiful day together had ended in silence, and even their last night together was no longer going as he had hoped.

He reached for Reynold, hoping to draw him closer and talk things through, but Reynold wouldn’t even look at him. His gaze remained fixed on the window, his expression closed off.

Frederick tried again, making several attempts to get his attention, but Reynold remained unresponsive. Eventually, he stopped trying and leaned back against his seat, silently cursing himself for bringing up the subject. His thoughts were so consumed by regret that he barely noticed the passing scenery.

A few minutes later, the car passed through the estate gates and came to a smooth stop in front of the house.

”Sir, we’re home,” the driver announced.

”Alright,” Frederick muttered.

One of the guards outside hurried over and opened Frederick’s door. Frederick stepped out, then turned back and offered Reynold his hand, as he always did.

”I’m fine,” Reynold replied stiffly, ignoring his outstretched hand as he stepped out on his own.

Without waiting for Frederick, he turned and walked briskly up the stone steps towards the front entrance.

”Sweetheart... baby,” Frederick called softly, but Reynold didn’t slow down.

With a quiet sigh, Frederick turned to his guards. ”Take everything we bought today upstairs to our bedroom.”

”Alright, sir,” they replied.

Frederick hurried after Reynold, catching up with him in the grand foyer just as the housemaids bowed in greeting.

”Welcome home, sir,” they chorused.

Reynold walked straight past them without a word or even a glance.

”Will you have dinner, sweetheart?” Frederick asked as he caught up with him.

”I’m fine. I’ll go upstairs first,” Reynold replied coolly before turning towards the grand staircase and heading up alone.

Frederick followed closely behind him.

Reynold couldn’t get the thought out of his head. Five whole days in the same city as Eva. The idea alone made his stomach tighten. He knew he couldn’t reasonably complain or start another argument, especially after Frederick had explained everything. He wanted to trust him and not let jealousy get the better of him, but it wasn’t as easy as he wished. For now, he would rather keep his thoughts to himself than risk another argument.

When they entered the master bedroom, Frederick tried once more to speak to him, but Reynold walked straight past him into the walk-in closet and began taking off his clothes.

Frederick followed him inside, approaching from behind before wrapping his strong arms around Reynold’s waist and drawing him against his chest.

”Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he murmured near his ear.

”Nothing,” Reynold replied. ”I’m just tired. I want to get changed and take a shower.”

”Baby, can you please talk to me?” Frederick pleaded.

”I’m fine, Frederick. I already told you I’m just tired,” Reynold replied.

Frederick sighed, briefly resting his chin on Reynold’s shoulder. ”Alright. Let me help you out of your clothes.”

”I can do it myself.”

”Please, let me help you,” Frederick insisted gently.

Reluctantly, Reynold gave in.

Frederick moved slowly, carefully easing the crimson jacket off his shoulders. He let it fall to the floor, then reached for the waistband of Reynold’s trousers. The button came undone with a soft click. He slid the zipper down and guided the fabric over Reynold’s hips, letting the trousers drop to his ankles.

What remained was the black mesh bodysuit.

The delicate fabric clung tightly to every line of Reynold’s body, thin enough to reveal the warm tone of his skin beneath. It hugged his narrow waist and followed the slight curve of his hips, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Frederick’s eyes darkened. Heat flooded through him as he took in the sight. He stepped closer and ran both large hands down Reynold’s sides, slow and deliberate, thumbs brushing over the mesh that stretched across his waist and hips.

”Sweetheart...” His voice came out low and rough. ”You have such a beautiful body.”

Reynold immediately caught the shift in his tone—the deep, husky edge that always meant Frederick was already thinking about taking him. He took a small step back.

”I’ll do the rest.”

”No, baby.” Frederick caught his wrists gently, keeping him close. ”Keep this on. I love it.” His voice dropped even lower, thick with want. ”Help me out of mine instead.”

Reynold hesitated for a long moment before finally giving in. He stepped closer, sliding Frederick’s tailored jacket off his broad shoulders. He unbuttoned the crisp dress shirt and pushed it aside, exposing the hard lines of Frederick’s chest and stomach. Then he reached lower, unbuckling the belt and tugging the trousers down.

His hand brushed against the front of Frederick’s briefs. The thick, unmistakable ridge of his erection strained hard against the fabric. Reynold froze. His eyes flicked up to meet Frederick’s intense gaze.

”Do the rest yourself,” he said abruptly, pulling his hands back as if burned. He turned, grabbed a two-piece silk pajama set from the shelf, and hurried out of the walk-in closet, leaving Frederick standing alone.

Frederick stripped off the rest of his clothes quickly, grabbed his own pajamas, and followed after him.

By the time Frederick stepped into the bedroom, Reynold had already removed the mesh bodysuit and left it on the bed. The shower was running, and Frederick could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

He immediately walked straight inside to join him. Reynold was standing beneath the warm spray. The moment Frederick entered the glass enclosure, Reynold’s eyes dropped to the thick, fully hard cock standing between Frederick’s legs. He rinsed the soap from his skin in a rush and stepped out the second Frederick moved closer.

”I’m done,” he said flatly.

Frederick reached for him, calling his name, but Reynold wrapped a towel around himself and left before Frederick could catch his wrist.

Alone beneath the running water, Frederick let out a long, frustrated sigh. He finished washing, dried himself and returned to the bedroom.

Reynold was already dressed in his pyjamas, curled up on the far side of the king-sized bed with his back turned to Frederick and his eyes closed.

Frederick pulled on his pyjama bottoms and climbed onto the bed. He waited, half-expecting Reynold to roll over and snuggle against him as he always did, even when half-asleep.

But Reynold didn’t move. A wide stretch of empty sheets separated them, and Frederick couldn’t help noticing the distance.

Frederick was still hard, his body aching, with the thought of Reynold leaving for campus the following day weighing on his mind. Slowly, he shifted closer and slipped an arm around Reynold’s waist, trying to draw him back against his chest.

Reynold stiffened and refused to let himself be pulled closer.

Left with no other choice, Frederick pressed himself flush against Reynold’s back, wrapping an arm around his waist and letting the hard length of his cock rest firmly against Reynold’s backside so there could be no mistaking how badly he wanted him.

Reynold gave no reaction. He lay completely still.

Frederick nudged him gently a few times, hoping to get some kind of response. But Reynold remained unresponsive, deliberately pretending to be asleep.

Refusing to give up, Frederick leaned over him and pressed soft, lingering kisses along the side of his neck, trailing down to his exposed shoulder before moving back up behind his ear. His hand slipped beneath Reynold’s pajama top, his warm palm moving slowly over the smooth skin of his stomach and chest in gentle, coaxing strokes.

Reynold made no sound. He didn’t move.

Finally, Frederick’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear. His voice dropped to a low, almost desperate whisper.

”Baby... I want you.”

For a heartbeat, the room remained silent.

Then, without opening his eyes or turning around, Reynold spoke in a quiet, cold voice that cut straight through the warmth between them.

”Not tonight, Frederick. I’m not in the mood.”

Frederick went still.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His hand, which had been moving gently over Reynold’s stomach, stopped. He stared at the back of the blond head resting against the pillow. The rejection settled heavily between them.

”Are you upset with me?” he asked quietly.

”No.”

The answer came too quickly.

Frederick frowned. ”Then why are you acting like this?”

Reynold finally opened his eyes, staring blankly at the room. ”I’m tired, Frederick. I just want to sleep.”

Frederick let out a slow breath and carefully withdrew his hand...