"You're in the infirmary."
Oh god, he knew that voice. Just by hearing it, the things that happened on the rooftop came rushing back to him and he felt the color rising to his cheeks almost instantly in an embarrassed blush. He peeked around the sheets covering him up to his chin and blinked when he saw Doumeki wearing his P.E. uniform.
"Why—"
"We were both soaked to the bone and the doctor said we needed to change our clothes right then. You were passed out, so I did it for you."
That explained why his hair was still wet, but the rest of him was nicely snug and dry, he thought as he lifted the sheet to look down at himself. Noticing his glasses on a chair next to the bed, he sat up and pulled them on. He pulled them off almost instantly to wipe them clean. The rain really had done a number on them and the water had dried without being wiped off, so consequently there were great splotches all over the lenses.
For all the fact that Watanuki knew he was a loud and brash boy, he could think of nothing to say, in light of the aftermath of what happened on the roof. It was still pouring down rain and he wondered, in passing, how long he'd been out. The silence began to grown awkward and he fidgeted in the bed.
"I think I'll go to class—"
"I love you."
"Don't interrupt me!" he shot back, even when his cheeks darkened and he could only look away shyly. It wasn't surprising, really, that Doumeki put it so bluntly. He was a blunt kind of guy. What made it so embarrassing was the fact that Doumeki, while also being deadly serious, has the softest and sweet look in his eyes that Watanuki had ever seen, and it was only there for him to see.
Slowly, Doumeki moved to sit on the side of the bed, his hand reaching out to caress Watanuki's hot cheek. It almost didn't seem that this was the same boy from the rooftop who'd attacked him so recklessly with need. Nor was it like Doumeki. The Doumeki he knew, and consequently fell in love with, was candid and passionate. This gentleness he wasn't used to and kept bringing back memories of the dreams he'd had about Kami.
"You don't seem to be getting a fever, though your face is hot."
Wait…what?!
"You jerk! Are you telling me that you were checking my temperature?!"
"Your cheeks were red and I wondered if you caught a cold from the rain. What did you think I was doing?"
Watanuki gestured unintelligently with his hands, abortive actions that explained nothing as he stuttered, trying to not simultaneously yell and hide under the blanket in embarrassment. "I thought you were…you know…being romantic!"
"Oh. You wanted romantic."
"No, I didn't want romantic," he snapped, "I was just saying that I thought—"
His words were cut off when suddenly a tongue invaded into his mouth and a deep crimson color filled his whole face when Doumeki's larger form came bearing down on him, covering and pressing him down onto the bed. His insides began to melt as he realized that this kiss was just as powerful as the one on the rooftop, though not quite as needy.
"Hey, hey, hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled frantically as Doumeki's lips suddenly began to assault his neck.
"I'm being romantic."
"This isn't romantic, it's sexual harassment!!"
"It's only sexual harassment if you don't want it," Doumeki retorted without breaking a stride, fingers going to the zipper of the long-sleeved jacket he wore for his P.E. uniform.
"Who says I want it?! What about the damn doctor?! Where is he?!"
Doumeki lifted his head and gave him a look. When Watanuki's panicked and indignant face didn't change for comprehension, a hand gripped between the smaller boy's legs. Feeling the hardness, he kneaded the tip of it just a little, even through the sheets, and suddenly the look made sense. Watanuki looked away. "That…that…that doesn't prove that I want it!! It's a natural reaction!! I can't help it that you look good!"
"Thanks."
The smug tone made Watanuki blink and turn back, but Doumeki was already back to kissing his chest, teeth gently grabbing a nipple through the thin undershirt underneath the jacket. He hissed automatically in arousal, praying that the doctor would not show up any time soon. "Thanks for what?!"
"You said I was handsome."
"I didn't say that! I just said that you 'looked good'. That wasn't handsome! It just meant that…you're…passable…in the looks…department…" His words got continually breathy the longer that Doumeki seemed intent on seducing him and the fiery passion from the rooftop was awakening. Any more than this and he wouldn't be able to control himself. "Doctor…coming…"
"He has to take over teaching for someone in the science department right now. We have at least an hour, which is plenty enough time."
Oh god, he was falling farther and farther away from his self-control and he completely lost it when Doumeki shifted to lay more comfortably over him, tossing the sheet aside to grind their hips together. It cause friction and kind of pleasure that his body had begun to crave and he threw his arms around his boyfriend to bring him close for another passionate kiss.
"Watanuki-kun? Doumeki-kun?"
If he had registered it, he would have stopped, but even Himawari's voice at the infirmary doorway didn't reach him in time to prevent her from seeing them. When her eyes touched his, effectively dousing him in metaphorical cold water, he remembered that she had had no idea about his feelings for Doumeki. She didn't appear shocked and though it looked as if she might cry, she merely smiled. "Oh, sorry. I'm glad it all worked out, Doumeki-kun."
Before he could utter a word, the door was closed discreetly, but Watanuki was left with the feeling that he had betrayed her. He knew that she'd never hold it against him, that wasn't the problem. His conscience was yelling at him for what she had just seen and he had been unable to say a word.
Seeing the upset look on Watanuki's face, Doumeki pulled away to sit on the side of the bed again, their passion doused for the moment. "Are you worried she won't approve?"
Watanuki wanted to yell and hit Doumeki for trying it at school a second time, tell him that he was stupid and wrong, but Doumeki had no idea that Himawari had been in love with him. And he had made a promise not to tell him ever. Not even a slip of the tongue would be allowed. Watanuki valued the friendship he had with Doumeki and Himawari and he feared that if Doumeki were to know of Himawari's feelings that it would break the triangle of support that the three of them created.
"I can't believe you sometimes! At school! A second time!"
"You wanted it as much as I did."
"Yes, damn it, but think of the time and the place!!"
Doumeki sighed and gave him a quelling look when his yelling proceeded to get louder. "What are you getting upset about? I wanted to do it because I love you. Is that wrong?"
Watanuki flushed brightly with another blush. It didn't matter how many times Doumeki said it, the words 'I love you' never ceased to bring that reaction out of him. Perhaps it was because he couldn't quite believe it. That he had managed to grasp this happiness.
"Yuuko-san will never let me hear the end of it…"
"Watanuki!!"
"Oh god…"
"How was it, how was it?"
Even though the blush made his cheeks too bright, Watanuki tried to exchange his shoes for his soft slippers with as much dignity as he could, ignoring Yuuko's bounciness as she, Mokona, and the girls all send a barrage of questions at him.
"I'm not going to ask how you know, nor do I want—"
"The Ame Warashi."
"I said I didn't want to know!!" he screeched at her smug look and stomped past her to find his apron and handkerchief he usually wrapped around his hair. The rain had let up to a light drizzle by the end of school that day, and for that, he was grateful.
"Watanukiiiiiiiiii, tell me!"
"I'm under no obligation to tell you!" he snapped, dusting with more than the necessary force so it hid his shyness and embarrassment.
"Awww! Stingy! And Doumeki-kun is so handsome that I—"
"You keep my man out of your dreams!!"
There was a conspicuous moment of silence after his outburst and four pairs of eyes stared at him. He turned the most crimson possible at the eruption of his jealousy and he fidgeted under the stares. Was Yuuko mad at him? Was that the reason she was looking so serious and just on the light side of angry?
"Watanuki."
"Y-yes, Yuuko-san?"
"Could it be that you're sexually frustrated?"
"…"
Her eyes narrowed, but this time he had knew that she was enjoying this, not angry, despite her almost strict expression and the silence of the peanut gallery. "Could it be that Doumeki isn't…good?"
He could feel a vein pulsing in his forehead, feel the pressure slowly rising, and when she opened her mouth to say something else, he snapped, interrupting with a furious tirade that even she would be hard pressed to interrupt.
"Damn you, Yuuko! Don't you dare insult Doumeki like that! And I am not sexually frustrated! We almost did it twice today! He was so damn good that I—"
It wasn't until her grin became nothing short of smug and she looked so eager that he realized she had tricked him so expertly into saying everything he hadn't wanted to say. His face flushed with embarrassment at what he almost said and he wished that the earth would just swallow him up right there so he could get away from those gleeful eyes.
"So good that you…what?! Tell, Watanuki! So good that you passed out?"
When Watanuki only looked away, hiding his face behind one hand, she gasped, a genuine show of jovial shock. "Oh my god, you didn't pass out because it was so good, Watanuki! Oh my god, that is just so precious!" Peals of laughter echoed from her open mouth and she alternately giggled and guffawed until she slumped to the floor, clutching her sides tightly.
"I hate my life," he muttered, bringing up his other hand to hide his red face from the laughing Dimensional Witch and her mini-Yuuko named Mokona.
End