I Can't Escape This BL Story

Damian moved behind Adrien, gently taking hold of his hands. His warm touch made Adrien's heart race.

"When doing magic, you have to stay calm," Damian said, his voice low and steady, almost a whisper in Adrien's ear. "Think of it as an extension of your body. Magic is created from mana—an invisible force all around us. Some people can sense it. Try to picture yourself creating water, then feel as though it will appear exactly where you want it to."

Adrien swallowed hard, struggling to focus. Damian was too close—closer than he had anticipated—and his heart pounded louder with every passing second. "How am I supposed to think straight when you're holding me like this?" Adrien blurted, trying to hide his flustered tone.

Damian chuckled softly but didn't loosen his grip. "Close your eyes if it helps. Focus on the magic, not me."

Reluctantly, Adrien shut his eyes, forcing his thoughts away from Damian's proximity. He tried to follow the instructions. "Okay," he murmured, his voice wavering. "Think water, and there will be water…"

To his surprise, a large bubble of water materialized in front of them—and promptly burst, drenching them both.

Damian stepped back, brushing his wet hair out of his face. "Oh. My bad. Forgot to mention—you need to imagine where it should go." He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Okay, let's try again. But first…" He began unbuttoning his shirt. "We're soaked. Let's get out of these wet clothes."

Adrien froze, his mind racing as Damian casually shrugged off his shirt. He told himself it was just like changing in a locker room—completely normal. But the thought of Damian standing there, bare-chested, made his cheeks burn.

"I'll just… head to the restroom," Adrien stammered, turning away.

Before he could leave, Damian grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "My prince," Damian said, his tone playful but firm. "Where are you going? No need to be shy." He smirked. "Let me dry your clothes with my flames. It'll be faster."

Adrien sighed in resignation and began removing his clothes, handing them over to Damian. Standing there in just his shorts and singlet, he felt uncomfortably exposed. Damian took the clothes and began using his flames to dry them, his movements fluid and confident.

"While I'm doing this, try using wind magic," Damian suggested, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. "It'll help balance your control."

Adrien hesitated, crossing his arms self-consciously. "I don't think it's going to go perfectly," he muttered, his cheeks flushing as he tried to focus on anything but how vulnerable he felt.

Damian looked back at him, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, I'm sure it'll work. Besides," he smirked, "I see you staring. Are you tempted by my figure, my prince? Or do you… want to use me for something else?"

Adrien froze, his face turning crimson. "What… What are you even saying?" he stammered, fully aware Damian was teasing him. The audacity of it made him want to channel his embarrassment into something—anything—productive.

Deciding to give it a try, Adrien raised his hand, focusing hard on the idea of creating a gust of wind. A tiny breeze sputtered out, barely enough to ruffle a leaf.

Damian's lips twitched as he tried to keep a straight face, but after a moment, he burst into laughter. "Hahaha! My prince, is that what you call 'blasting me'? That's adorable!"

Adrien glared at his hand, the disappointment clear in his voice. "Seriously? That's it? I couldn't even do better than that?"

Damian's laughter softened as he walked over, resting a reassuring hand on Adrien's shoulder. "Hey, don't beat yourself up. Magic takes practice. You're doing fine, trust me." His grin returned. "But I'll admit, you make failing look cute."