Chapter Thirteen

When Makoto woke up the first time, he felt his head throbbing and he was too hot and his mouth felt like it was as dry as a desert. He also figured out he was in a bed and had no idea how he had ended up in it. A moment later he realised someone else was in the bed – Sousuke – and he was snoring softly. Makoto tried to move but instead he felt nauseous, his head spinning and he laid his head back down on the comfortable pillow and fell asleep again, the only way to stop the spinning and the throbbing in his head.

The next time Makoto woke up he was alone in the bed and didn't feel quite as hot. Though he did still have an awful headache and his mouth still felt dry and he still felt like he was going to be sick. But he was able to sit up in the bed and look around the room and assess his situation. The first part he figured out was he was mostly naked. He was wearing just his boxer briefs and that meant…. Sousuke must've undressed him. Or maybe Makoto had been awake enough for a while to help him but Makoto barely remembered that.

He also noticed the tattoo. It had been wrapped up with plastic wrap obviously so he didn't bleed all over Sousuke's sheets but he didn't remember that happening either. He tentatively picked at the tape that held it in place, preparing to peel it off but reluctant due to the spike of pain he felt.

Makoto was never drinking again, he decided. He'd never been a drinker, unlike his fellow students he'd been devoted to the swim team during his teen years so had never really bothered with it and plus, being drunk at home would've been a nightmare with Ren and Ran probably jumping on him to wake him up early. But now he was sworn off it. Especially when he'd woken up half naked in another guy's bed. At least it was Sousuke's place.

Having assessed his own situation, Makoto looked around the room and realised he was in a small one room apartment that looked like a hotel room. The bed in which he was sleeping was a pull out that Makoto guessed doubled as a couch during the day and the kitchen area was basically equipped with a microwave and a method to boil water. It had nothing else. Makoto scanned the walls, covered by posters and he noted a guitar perched on a stand on the floor as well as a laptop open, a news broadcast running silently on the screen.

It was smaller than Makoto's room in the shared apartment with Haru and he could see that the ceiling appeared to have some water stains and the wallpaper was peeling underneath the posters. As he sat, he suddenly realised that there had been a constant sound since he'd woken and Makoto guessed that was what had woken him up and he figured it out through his hung over brain.

A shower. Sousuke was in a shower. Naked in a shower.

He needed to get out of here – wherever here was and Makoto looked around to see where his clothes were, noticing them neatly folded on a stool next to the kitchen area. Makoto was about to make his move and leave the warmth and comfort of the covers when he heard movement and he turned to see Sousuke enter from what Makoto guessed was a tiny bathroom.

"You're awake," Sousuke said and Makoto could only mumble in affirmation – a noise that he guessed was a "yes" as he watched Sousuke – wet and naked Sousuke – walk into the room.

He had been towel drying his dark hair and when he realised Makoto was awake, he transferred that towel to be wrapped around his waist but in the brief second Makoto had seen all of his body. And he felt like he needed to lay back down and it was nothing to do with his headache and hang over.

As he'd guessed Sousuke would look good naked – Makoto just hadn't expected how good. How he'd look with water dripping down his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos, those tattoos on his torso and hips joining some work that went down his thighs, his legs mostly covered as well. Sousuke was a canvas, his body art and Makoto had seen it all.

And even though he'd tried to not look, well, he'd seen there and realised that was impressive too.

"How do you feel?" Sousuke asked as though the last minute had not happened, walking over to the kitchen area and he was running a tap to fill a glass of water. A glass of water intended for him, Makoto guessed when he walked over with it.

"Headache, the room spins a little… sick."

Sousuke joined him on the fold out bed and handed over the glass of water, the condensation on the side showing how cold it was. Makoto took a few tentative sips and then Sousuke handed over some pills which he took as well, washed down by the cool water, placing the empty glass on the floor when he was done.

"I'm sorry," Sousuke said and he looked away from Makoto, his hands in his lap, and Makoto reached out and touched Sousuke's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin from the shower and the water droplets against his fingertips.

"Don't be. I did it because I wanted to. Not because of you."

Makoto felt his mouth go dry as in that moment Sousuke leaned over to press their lips together and Makoto was very conscious they were both nearly naked, the towel covering Sousuke's groin barely hiding anything and Makoto in only tight boxer briefs. And perhaps he was hung over and it was the wrong time to be doing this but Makoto reached for Sousuke's hair, feeling the moisture in it as he dragged him closer, the kiss deepening. A moment later Makoto was on his back on the fold out, Sousuke straddling him like he'd imagined in some of his guilty fantasies and the towel was barely hanging on, so low on Sousuke's hips and Makoto's fingers reached out to touch, his hands caressing his hip bones, sides, along his abs.

"Fuck…" Sousuke murmured into his mouth and Makoto felt exactly the same.

Fuck, indeed. As his cock was now fully hard in his boxer briefs and he could feel each perfect bump of their bodies where they were subtly moving against each other, colliding and fitting together as though they were familiar with one another.

As though this wasn't the first time.

But Sousuke drew back and Makoto watched, his eyes heavy lidded as he backed off, grabbing for the towel and wrapping it around his waist tightly – the action confusing the hell out of Makoto.

It made sense when Sousuke got up off the bed and Makoto felt the chill of being left alone on his fold out, hot and horny and hung over.

He sat up and Sousuke was looking around for clothes, his laundry system seeing to equal Makoto's.

"Did I…?" Makoto asked.

"No… I gotta go… I've got somewhere I need to be," Sousuke said as he removed the towel this time though while Makoto got a glimpse of his ass, it was soon covered by dark boxers. "I'm really sorry… you can stick around. I spoke to your buddy when he checked up on you. He knows your safe."

Makoto hadn't even thought about that. Haru did tend to check up on him, Makoto did the same to his roommate and he was sure Haru would've worried that he didn't appear. But obviously Sousuke had sorted that out by answering one of Haru's calls - Sousuke who was dressing at a speed that seemed impossible to Makoto, his jeans on and his t-shirt, hoodie. He walked over to the bed and Makoto hoped he didn't look as confused and disappointed as he felt.

"I'm sorry… I wanted to but fuck… this is important," he said and he leaned over for a kiss that lingered, a kiss that Makoto wanted to grab for his shoulders and drag him back towards the bed. It didn't happen as Sousuke backed off again and gave that small sexy smile that had become Makoto's undoing. "You can shower here… just don't get your ink wet."

And with a brush of lips, a quick peck, Makoto watched Sousuke grab for sunglasses and his phone, his keys and wallet, before he gave a quick wave. "I'll call you," he promised.

Makoto nodded, the move still making him nauseous and he laid back on the bed, scowling at the whole experience. He just wanted to get back to his own bed, lie there and wallow in the sexual frustration Sousuke had caused but he had to get home. He crawled out of the bed to find his clothes, finding his phone in the pocket of his jeans and he used a maps app to discover where exactly he was. He discovered he was not far from the red light district that Sousuke had taken him to that night and sung and so he knew which station he needed to get to at least.

That was something.

He texted Haru to let him know he was heading back and then scowled at the multiple messages Nagisa had sent clearly while he was drunk.

Things like "he's so into you" and various other more scandalous suggestions. Though he supposed least he could answer Nagisa's question about whether he was "hung like a horse" as he could confirm that, yeah, he was.

Shaking his head, Makoto opted for not taking a shower in Sousuke's place, especially when he discovered how small it was, the image of Sousuke's tall and broad frame fitting under it kinda amusing Makoto. Instead, he splashed some water on his face and used some of the spray that Sousuke obviously used. The scent of Sousuke on his body making Makoto's libido surge again and he dampened it down as best as he could with cold water before he dressed in last night's clothes.

Clothes that smelt pretty much of booze and sweat. Unpleasant but he only had to get home. He tentatively touched at the tattoo, noticing now his nausea and headache was subsiding that the pain there had seemed to increase. He felt like he wanted to itch at it but he guessed that wasn't allowed. He'd have to research what he was allowed to do as obviously Sousuke had advised not to get it wet. Which would be hard with where it was on his body.

Finally dressed, Makoto looked around Sousuke's place and wondered how the hell he'd be able to lock up once he was gone but as he prepared to leave, he noticed a key that had been below all his clothes on the stool.

A note was attached.

Lock up when you leave. You can keep the key.

S

Makoto looked at the key – a normal average key but felt some weirdness handling it. Wasn't giving someone a key to your place a big deal? Hadn't he seen that in some of his mother's dramas he'd seen when he was playing with his toys as a child? He didn't know but it seemed… significant. More significant than the tattoo that was irritating him under his clothes.

Unable to think anymore and wanting to get to his apartment so he could fall asleep for the rest of the day or his life, Makoto let himself out of Sousuke's place, locking it behind him before he made his way home, his mind racing and body aching.