**Chapter 1: A Moment of Relief**

The warm glow of the evening sun cast a comforting light over the university campus, but Agent's mind was elsewhere. He had been looking forward to this alone time with Ray all day, and now that they were finally together, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. As they relaxed in Agent's room, the soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle rustle of the trees outside created a soothing background noise. Ray, with his short, curly black hair and beautiful brown eyes, lay on Agent's bed, his pale skin a stark contrast to the dark wood furniture. Agent sat beside him, his thin black dreads tied back, and a durag wrapped around his head, giving him a relaxed, effortless look. "Hey, what's wrong, Ray?" Agent asked, his voice low and concerned, as he gently brushed a strand of hair out of Ray's face. "You've been quiet all day, and I can tell something's bothering you." Ray hesitated, his stutter becoming more pronounced as he struggled to find the right words. "I-I-I... my b-b-back and n-n-neck have been h-h-hurting all d-d-day," he said, his higher-pitched voice laced with frustration. Agent's expression softened, and he reached for a bottle of lotion on his nightstand. "Let me take care of that for you," he said, his American accent a gentle contrast to Ray's thick Asian accent. Ray nodded, and Agent helped him lie on his stomach, his shirtless back exposed. Agent poured a generous amount of lotion into his hands and began to massage it into Ray's skin, his fingers working gentle magic on Ray's tense muscles. As Agent worked out the knots, Ray let out a soft moan, his eyes drifting closed in relief. Agent smiled, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners, and continued to massage Ray's back, his hands moving in slow, soothing strokes. The tension in Ray's body began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm, and Agent felt a wave of happiness wash over him. This was what he loved about their secret relationship – the quiet moments, the stolen glances, and the chance to take care of each other. But as he worked on Ray's neck, Agent couldn't shake off the feeling that something was still off. He glanced around the room, his eyes scanning the space, but everything seemed normal. He focused back on Ray, his hands continuing to work their magic. "Does that feel better?" Agent asked, his voice low and soothing. Ray nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y-y-yes... t-t-thank you, Agent." Agent's heart skipped a beat at the affectionate term, and he smiled, his eyes locked on Ray's face. "Anytime, Ray. You're my boyfriend, and it's my job to take care of you." As Agent continued to massage Ray's back, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, this chance to connect with the person he loved. But little did he know, their peaceful evening was about to be disrupted...