argenti's breathing was heaving as he leaned with his back against the wall of the restaurant's bathroom. his gaze shifted to the other male, his roommate, heavily breathing as his upper body rested on the bathroom sink.

and who was waiting for them at their table? both of their partners. this affair.. it had to stop. they both knew it, but they couldn’t stop. they needed it—needed each other.

“let me help you.” argenti offered, voice soft and tender, moving to carefully clean his roommate up.