b>Healing His Wounds: Chapter 2 - Memories b>
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The next day, Eiri woke up late. He stretched his arms out and yawned, and slowly got up to take a shower. He stumbled as he rose up from the couch and groaned.
"Wow", he thought, "this is one major hangover..."
He was still in an intoxicated stupor as he made his way to the bathroom. Then he realized something that was never usually there - the silence. It had never been so quiet before. Eiri wondered if Shuichi was home.
"Nah...if he was here I'd definitely hear him".
But just to be certain, he went and checked his own bedroom, to see if the young man had also slept in. But there was no one there; all Eiri noticed was that the covers were wrinkled up. He decided to quickly make his bed before going to get a shower. As he tossed the blankets up, he noticed something strange...dark brown spots on the sheets. He looked closer and realized the spots were blood spots. Eiri was confused.
"I wonder if Shuichi had a bloody nose or something..."
He shrugged his shoulders and made final adjustments to the bed. Satisfied with a cleanly made bed, he grabbed a clean pair of jeans off the floor and headed for the bathroom - he did not intend to go anywhere today, so he figured he would just dress casually. He closed and locked the door behind him as he entered the washroom; this was a habit he picked up soon after Shuichi moved in; before, he would always leave the door ajar as he showered, but when his young lover became part of the household, he had a tendancy of sneaking into the bathroom and peeking behind the curtain while the blonde man stood beneath the jets of searing-hot water. He also had a tendancy of sticking his arm into the shower and poking Eiri in places he would rather not be poked in when he was not in the mood to play. So, Eiri quickly adopted the habit of locking the door behind him, unless he was in the right mood, in which case he left the door open for Shuichi.
As Eiri ran a loofah sponge over his chest, he reminisced about the last time Shuichi invaded his bath time; it was the previous Friday evening, and he Eiri recalled being in the mood, so he left the door open. Shuichi pussyfooted in and swiftly slid his arm behind teh shower curtain and gave Eiri's backside a light squeeze. Eiri turned around, looking evilly at Shuichi, almost scaring the pink-haired boy, but then he playfully splashed water on him, and motioned for Shuichi to join him. Yipping happily, Shuichi stripped down in a heartbeat and stumbled into the shower. Eiri grabbed the detatchable shower head and started to spray Shuichi; Shuichi blocked it as best as he could, but Eiri always surprised him by spraying him in the unprotected areas. Then, Eiri unhooked the hose, so the water would run freely over them. He pulled Shuichi close and looked down at the boy; he always looked so sexy when he was wet. Eiri ran his hands up and down the boy's hips, slick with soap and water. They began to kiss, and Shuichi developed an erection almost immediately.
Eiri smiled, remembering how easily Shuichi got turned on, and then he remembered the love they made that night; it was far from being solely physical pleasuring - both their hearts were working on that warm, starry evening. And the intercourse was followed by even more passionate kissing; shortly after, they fell asleep in each other's arms, and Eiri recalled whispering "...baka..." before totally passing out.
Thinking about this really made Eiri a little on the hormonal side, as he began to feel that 'rush' within his body. He tried to suppress it, but it was too late - looking down he saw he had an erection that was begging for attention. He knew Shuichi was nowhere around, and he really did not want to wait. He really wanted to take care of it himself, but he stopped, thinking that he could overcome his urge. With slow, deep breaths and thoughts of other things, his arousal eventually disappeared and he returned to his normal appearance. br>
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b>Author's Note: Okay this chapter is kindof stupid. b>
