Chapter 40 Killing The Killer

Book:The Ice Prince Published:2024-5-1

Flynt opened the door slowly, trying not to make a sound. It’s past midnight and Dean must be asleep. Flynt took off his shoes in the corridor and slid them straight into the shoe cabinet. He saw the shoes Dean had worn this morning neatly tucked away on one of the shelves.
Flynt was still wearing his socks to muffle the sound of his footsteps. The whole room was dark. The light only comes from the lamp in the kitchen, making the room dim.
Flynt saw that the bedroom door was tightly closed. He plopped down on the sofa and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His whole body ached and his eyes burned, from all day bent over and staring at the slabs and connecting the tiny and intricate wires and electronic components.
Flynt plopped down on the sofa, stretched his legs and thought about taking a nap before taking a shower, then he disappeared into the world of dreams.
An hour later, in the bed room, Dean woke up thirsty. He turned on the nightlight on the nightstand next to him, sighing because he realized he didn’t have the bottle of water he usually brought into his room because he likes to wake up at night to drink. His eyes fumbled to his sides and realized that no one was there.
The side that Flynt usually occupied was still as tidy as it was when Dean came home last night and decided to go to bed immediately after taking a shower.
Flynt said that he would be home late because he had to attend a seminar on robots and after that returned to the laboratory to complete one of his assignments which was almost close to the deadline.
Dean himself felt tired after a day controlling the children’s ward. Not many residents are accepted at St. Patrice Hospital this year, so he and several fellow residents bear more of the burden than last year.
Dean looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised. It was almost three in the morning and Flynt wasn’t home yet. Dean got off the bed and out of the room. He would get some water and wait for Flynt to come home while he warmed up some food in the microwave. Flynt must be hungry when he gets home.
Dean opened the bedroom door and walked into the kitchen, but he stopped when he saw a pair of legs sticking out of the sofa. Dean stood at the end of the sofa and saw Flynt sleeping still wearing his socks and college jacket.
Dean sat cross-legged next to Flynt with his chest rising and falling steadily. Flynt’s handsome face looked sharper now. His cheeks are also thinner and there are dark circles under his sunken eyes. Flynt’s forehead was covered with long hair.
Dean reached out and gently brushed away the hair that had fallen onto Flynt’s forehead. He rested his head on the side of Flynt’s neck and closed his eyes. It had been more than eight months since the incident with Gray and Flower.
Everyone eventually returns to their original life and routine. Flynt and his friends are busy with various seminars to add value to their certificates later, practical assignments in laboratories or engineering workshops, as well as starting material for internships.
Dean and his friends began a two-year residency before receiving a graduation certificate and receiving a doctorate. No one is not serious in undergoing residency, because if the evaluation scores they get are not in accordance with the standards set, then they have to repeat it again for two years and for medical students it means they will repeat the same hell plus the apocalypse in hell alone.
Everyone is busy and the time to get together just to chat over a drink at the bar becomes very valuable because they rarely have really free time to hang out.
Dean and Flynt also have a hard time spending time together even when they actually live in the same apartment. They sometimes met at the dinner table for breakfast together in a hurry. Instant food is a quick solution, then part with a quick kiss.
Messages took longer than usual, because sometimes Dean was struggling with an open wound that couldn’t stop bleeding, when Flynt texted, or vice versa, Flynt was having the hassle of fixing a robotic hand that couldn’t hold a glass like it should have was in the plans, when Dean texted.
Dinner just passed, because they were both too tired all day and sometimes Dean chose to sleep in the room the hospital provided for the staff who had night duty, or Flynt was too tired to drive a motorbike and ask permission to sleep at the student headquarters engineering in the basement of the faculty.
Flynt opened his eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to the dim light of the room. He felt something warm and soft against his neck. Dean.
Flynt raised his hand and tilted his body so he could see Dean freely. “Hi, Baby,” Flynt whispered with a smile. He grabbed Dean’s head and kissed his fragrant hair.
Dean touched Flynt’s face and touched his cheek. “You’ve been getting thinner lately.”
Flynt reached out and grabbed Dean’s waist, then lifted him up in a light motion. Dean lay on his side on the sofa so they were facing each other.
“What time are you coming home?” asked Dean softly. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I’m not sure,” Flynt replied. “I left the workshop around twelve o’clock.”
“Why don’t you sleep in your room?”
“I was planning to take a shower first in the outside bathroom so as not to disturb your sleep, then go into my room and sleep. I sat on this couch for a while and suddenly you were here.”
Dean snuggled into Flynt’s arms and hid his face in his lover’s chest. “Flynt, it’s only been three months but I already feel like I want to die missing you,” Dean muttered as he squeezed Flynt’s back.
“That the same condition with me, Babe,” Flynt grabbed Dean’s waist and caressed Dean’s forehead with small kisses. He rubbed his thigh against Dean’s midsection and heard his lover moan softly. “Honey, we can’t go on like this,” Flynt whispered in Dean’s ear. He licked the back of Dean’s ear. “We have to fight this killer.”
Dean chuckled softly. He looked up and looked into Flynt’s eyes, who were looking at him seductively. “The killer?”
“Skip for a day tomorrow, tell me you have a fever. I’m also going to miss a seminar session. How about it?” said Flynt as his hands gently squeezed Dean’s waist and hips and his lips landed light kisses on Dean’s neck and hair. “Uum… you smell so good.”
“Why?” Dean asked teasingly. He closed his eyes and his hands moved to unbutton Flynt’s shirt.
“I will be the killer tonight.”
“Who are you going to kill?”
“Time. Which separated us lately.”
“How to?”
“You see….”
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