Chapter 3: I'm sorry
The days of the week accumulates in Saitama's life. The cities, his work as a hero, the world, remains the same. During the week, apathy is another presence in his department and he must juggle to combat it. It also happened before. Before, it was even more exasperating because boredom was not seem to end. It extended infinitely throughout the hours and his depression, at times, threatened to devour him.
Now instead ...
Two days are significant. Two days are a change, a twist. It's not too much ... in a sum of seven, two do not amount to much. But to him ...they mean everything. Because in those days he becomes another person. A person who feels more, who has more fun, who laughs more .. that cheats and mocks his apathy, his sadness.
How?
How to feel that life has lost meaning, if a being like Genos is at his side?
In those two days that they live together, he allows himself not to question so much, not to think, not to rationalize ... he knows that they are traps. He knows that if he starts walking that way he will run into his fears and insecurities and does not want to. Then, he does not think.
It is, actually, easier than he had imagined.
How to do it?
Simple. Letting go. Allowing himself to communicate with the same language that Genos speaks. A language of friction, of glances, of imperceptible caresses ... a language that has no words, or rather, that is beyond words.
Sometimes, he would like to tell him..That he should not slow down so much, that it is not like before, that he has changed, that he can already love him as he would like.
However, he does not. He's afraid it's too much. Saitama knows that he is reciprocated, but a passage to the act implies other questions.
Genos..
He's young. So young, that Saitama senses that he has not even had time, in his tragic existence, to succumb to hormonal desires, to experiment with his body, to try couples, to be encouraged to feel otherwise. He does it now, with a metal body that is not even his own ..
Is not the same.
For that reason he is forced to be careful. Although most of the time he does not look like it, he is the adult. In this case, he must act as such. Because Genos is important and he must take care of him.
Sometimes it's so easy for things to get out of control ...
Because he does not stop being young.
Because he also feels and desires.
That day, while the cyborg tells him about the new components installed in his anatomy, he decides to follow his story with his hands. Here and there, whatever the area to which the boy refers, he shows his interest with his touch.
"Dr. Kuseno has installed a new temperature sensor in my hands." "Ah," he says, and takes his limbs in his, "The doctor has put a new set of shock absorbers on my knees." "Did he do that?" He responds, while placing one of his hands on the mentioned part.
He can almost feel how Genos' breathing is broken at times. His story loses coherence and his anatomy raises the temperature. His capacity for self-control is truly admirable and he would like to congratulate him for it, if only it did not impede his own wishes.
On this occasion, his need to feel him has won over his prudence. It is just an innocent game,he will not look for more, he will not ask for more than what is offered..
The problem is... that Genos offers more. When it comes to him it is always more, more words, more strength, more devotion ..
When his hands involuntarily reach the synthetic skin of his face, the cyborg takes them between his.
No more games, he seems to say and with that, he brings his face closer to him in a kiss so deep and intimate that it makes his body acquire a strange lightness. It is not rough or demanding as his first kiss. It is slow and smooth, like someone who has waited too long, who has longed for too much time..
Genos takes his time in his mouth. He goes through it, looks for it when he moves his face slightly, but does not press him. He does not prevent him from moving away. Genos gives him exits, options ... he can retire when he wants, he can end it at any time. That makes Saitama feel like a adolescent.
The roles have changed. He, who wanted to take care of him, to not scare him ..
A thought suddenly assails him. Genos does not need to be taken care of, be protected ... he needs to be reciprocated with the same intensity.
The sudden conclusion makes him smile. The boy departs somewhat confused but smiles too and suddenly, neither of them can stop laughing.
Saitama is not sure what it is so funny, he does not know if it's the happiness of having met Genos, or how silly he has been so far, or if it's the irony of the whole thing, he does not know.
The only thing he knows is that while both laugh the clothes are disappearing and that he no longer feels insecure or uncomfortable. He knows that Genos will not judge him, that he would never do it and that gives him enough courage to love him.
He has little experience in these matters, but his partner does not seem to care. That night, they both learn from each other. It's funny, but Saitama likes the way the raw metal shapes splice on his skin. Genos also seems to enjoy it, since at times, he presses against Saitama, looking for an even greater intimacy.
Saitama knows what he wants, what follows the fiery caresses, but he is not ready yet. The cyborg burns under him but understands and does not ask for more.
From one moment to the next, everything ends for both of them. Saitama feels inexplicably young and does not know what to say. He is afraid to say something stupid and ruin the moment, so he does not say anything.
The cyborg draws him to himself with marked intensity and then lets him go. Saitama gives him a small smile, before closing his eyes.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be another day, thinks the One punch man. Tomorrow we will talk about this and I will know what to say.
The next day, when the clarity of the new day awakens him, he finds himself alone. Still stretching, he calls Genos with a pasty voice. No one responds. He is surprised that he woke up on his own and did not see the breakfast prepared.
He can not reach any conclusion when he sees the note on the table.
Only two words.
"I am sorry."
Two words that have the power to leave him motionless on the futon, until the midday sun illuminates the sheets.
To be continue..
