not a lot. Other than I had fun here. ^_^
Otogi groaned as he woke up. A quick glance at his clock told him that it was late in the afternoon. His head was pounding and his mouth was dry. He felt like shit. Like he'd been his by a truck. Twice.
"Welcome back to the world of the living," Honda said idly. Otogi looked over to where the brunet was sitting in the armchair with his legs curled under him. He had a book in his lap... he read? Otogi didn't know that.
"Still here?" Otogi asked. "Don't you have better things to do?" That - roughly translated - was code for 'I don't want to be seen like this'.
"Someone has to make sure you'll be okay," Honda rationalized with a shrug. "Feeling any better?"
"Yea. So you don't have to stay," Otogi told him, sitting up. The pounding in his head increased ten-fold, but there was a much more important worry: his hair was a mess. On top of that, he was really cold. And uncomfortable; his clothes were twisted around his body in unnatural ways.
"Don't get up," Honda ordered.
"Huh?"
"Don't get out of bed," Honda said seriously. He stood and stretched. "What do you need?"
Otogi rolled his eyes. "For your information, I have to piss, so unless you want to hold it for me while I go…"
Honda flushed and shook his head, holding his hands out as if to ward off the words. "No, no, go ahead," he said hurriedly, falling back into his seat.
"Thanks for your permission," Otogi retorted sarcastically. He stood and walked to the bathroom - never mind that his gait was slower than usual, or that his arms were crossed to combat the chill he was feeling.
Honda had seen him sick… damn it! How more embarrassing a situation could he be in? Well, he was sure that Honda was going to kiss him before threw up; that was pretty embarrassing. He never would have imagined that Honda would try to kiss him! Granted, he didn't know why that excited him, but the fact that he was robbed of the opportunity had him very frustrated. He fumed.
When he was done in the bathroom he went into the living room, turned on the TV and sat on the couch: still fuming. It wasn't ten seconds before Honda was out of the bedroom and scolding him. "You should be in bed."
"I'd die of boredom," Otogi whined. "I can rest just as much at here; at least the TV can keep me entertained."
Honda shook his head in surrender. "Only if you promise to stay on the couch."
"Fine," Otogi agreed. He was true to his word and stayed on the couch; Honda even brought out his pillow and blankets, the whole nine yards. Honda was sitting on an armchair, watching TV with a half-bored expression on his face, glancing over at Otogi every few seconds. Otogi tried to ignore the concerned looks and watch TV. It was working for the most part; he probably would have fallen asleep again if his clothes weren't so damn uncomfortable. They weren't designed to sleep in, and Otogi wasn't used to wearing anything to bed. After about forty minutes of shifting and tossing around uncomfortably Otogi heaved a frustrated sigh and started stripping beneath the blanket.
First the pants: off Otogi, out of the blanket, and unceremoniously to the floor. Honda's eyes were big as golf balls as his gaze darted from the pants to Otogi and then back to the pants… and then back to Otogi. "What are you doing?" he finally asked, his voice rough.
"Undressing," Otogi answered simply, pulling off his shirt and dropping it beside the pants. He sighed contentedly, curling more comfortably against the couch. Much better!
Honda paled. "B-but why?"
"Because I was uncomfortable." He snickered at the look of shock on Honda's face. "Don't have a heart attack; I'm still under the blanket."
Honda blinked and looked back to the TV. "Yea. Weirdo."
Otogi didn't remember falling asleep, but he woke up in his bed; he was wrapped tightly in his blanket. The room was dark, and the clock read eleven PM.
He. was. scorching. Otogi untangled himself from the cocoon of blankets - undoubtedly Honda's handiwork - and sprawled out on the bed, taking a deep breath. He immediately felt better.
…
That lasted all of ten minutes before Otogi was shivering. He wrapped his blankets around him again, trying in vain to go back to sleep.
"Ugh!" Hot again! He threw the blankets across the room in utter frustration.
Cold. And his blankets were across the room. He did the only thing he could think to do in such a desperate situation. "Honda." He squinted, trying to see in the dark. Ah, Honda was sleeping soundly in the armchair. Too soundly; he didn't stir when Otogi spoke. "Honda!" Nothing. Putting on his best 'pissed-off dad' voice he bellowed, "HIROTO!" He cringed. His voice hurt his head, but he got Honda's attention. The brunet sat straight up, looking around frantically, until his eyes fixed on Otogi. He glared.
"That wasn't funny," he hissed.
Otogi laughed weakly… mostly because he was still tired, but partially because Honda was sort of scary. "It worked; nothing else was waking you up."
"Oh," Honda said maternally, mockingly sweet, "does poor little Ryuuji need something?"
"Yes," Otogi countered, deciding to be more collected than Honda. "I'm cold."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"I threw my blankets over there."
"You really are an idiot," Honda grumbled, standing from his sleeping spot and retrieving the blankets. He crossed the room to Otogi's bed and dropped them onto the black-haired teen. Otogi almost laughed - apparently Honda didn't enjoy being woken up. "Anything else?"
Otogi considered the question, and then smiled. "Are you warm?"
"What?"
Otogi grabbed Honda's wrist and yanked him down onto the bed. "Mm, body heart," he said, cuddling against Honda to drive his point home. He pulled the blanket over himself and his newfound source of warmth.
"What?" Honda yelped, struggling. "Y-you're naked!"
"Shut up, I'm after your body heat," Otogi explained, holding firmly to Honda. After all, the brunet was warm, and comfortable - once he stopped squirming.
"This seems really…" Honda gave up and wrapped an arm around Otogi's waist. "Warm now?"
"Uh huh," Otogi nodded.
"I should be getting paid for this."
"That would make you a whore."
"Whatever. Babysitting my nephew isn't so weird…"
"Shh," Otogi said sleepily, pressing his finger to Honda's lips. "I'm sleeping." Or rather, he was really close to falling asleep. In fact, if he hadn't suddenly realized that Honda was a great life-sized teddy bear, he might have fallen asleep without a hitch. Unfortunately, he realized that while cuddling for warmth was nice, he could think of much better reasons to be cuddling in bed… In fact, if it weren't for his sore body and pounding head, Otogi might have even been feeling romantic.
But Honda had tried to kiss him, he was sure of it! Kissing didn't take a lot of energy (most of the time), and he didn't feel like he was going to throw up… He went for the kill, lips pressing tentatively against Honda's. There was a pause… and then Honda yanked back. "Gross," he protested. "You're sick! I don't want to catch what you've got."
"Romantic," Otogi replied scathingly. To hell with kissing; Honda made a much better life-sized heater when he wasn't taking… or moving. Otogi snuggled a little closer and forced himself back to sleep.