Extremely short chapter, i know! just waiting for some feedback before I continue with this.
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Forcing the redness from his cheeks, he examined the sleeping man's body for any serious damage it might have sustained, cleaning every cut he stumbled upon. Soon the acidic smell of antiseptic wafted throughout the room, making Ritsuka's eyes water, and still, Soubi lay sleeping soundly. And a good thing, that was; Ritsuka shivered, and his cheeks turned cherry-red again as he imagined what he might have said, should he have woken up to find Ritsuka leaning over him, that close…
'Ok, too much thinking… bad, bad, bad. No, no thinking. That's better for now. Just don't think about it.'
Ristuka hastened his movements, suddenly extremely conscious of their close proximity and hoping desperately to finish very, very soon. While working, he had scampered onto the mattress, sacrificing personal space for a better reach to the sleeping man's many injuries. Now, he sat straddling the said mans lower thighs, shaking nervously and hating himself for it.
His heart hammered loudly as he trailed his soaked cotton ball down Soubi's pale stomach, reaching for an especially nasty scratch right above the denim waistband of his jeans.
He stopped mid-breath as soon as he properly looked the scratch over.
'Why?!' he wailed mentally.
Slaping his forehead with his free hand, he peeked through his fingers back at the offending mark - it was long and thick, stretching from just to the right of Soubi's belly button, to the slope of his right hip only to dive mockingly under the rim of those jeans that Ritsuka had been trying to hard to avoid.
That, that was off-limits territory. That was far too much, far too… low! He simply wouldn't clean it, Ritsuka concluded stubbornly. Soubi could take care of that himself, there was no need for him to go out of his way to put this dimwit back together every time he fell apart.
The boy huffed, his ears flattening into his messy black mop of hair as a sudden wave of anger washed over him. He didn't need to be doing any of this! Didn't need to be staring at Soubi's smooth, naked chest, didn't need to be letting his fingers linger on every especially temping expanse of skin, didn't need to be – oh god he didn't need to, but he wanted to.
A shudder ran up the boys spine as he noticed with regret just how tight his own jeans had become across his groin. His body was betraying him he thought sourly, watching his hand hover above the rust-colored button of Soubi's pants.
'To clean the cut, just to clean that cut!' He told himself, choosing to forget his decision to ignore it altogether. His throat dry, he brought the zipper down with one tug.
"I'm still using those"
Ritsuka had never moved so fast in his life; barely had his ears registered a sound, let alone Soubi's silky voice, he had flown to the other side of the bed, falling unceremoniously from the edge with a thud and the whirl of blankets.