Bath Time
During the night, Hiroki had tossed and turned, unable to get as fit a sleep as he would have liked. The Vicodin Takahiro had given him had certainly helped to ease his pain. However as the sun rose into the sky, his aches and pains returned with vengeance.
He felt horribly sticky from sweating so much during the night and still too weak to move much at all.
Wrestling weakly with the sweat dampened sheets, he scowled as Takahiro knocked on the door and entered the room.
Takahiro blinked at him, "Kamijou, let me help you." He walked over and leaned down to help untangle him from the sheets.
Still scowling, Hiroki tried to shove his hands away, but they'd become too tangled up in the sheets to really move at all.
"I don't need your help Takahashi!"
Takahiro sighed, "Now, now Kamijou, there's no need to take that kind of attitude. I know this is a difficult situation, but please let me help you. It'll be quicker that way and then Misaki can change the sheets while I prepare a bath for you."
His light auburn brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing, his lips curling back. "I can do all of that myself Takahashi."
"Then, can you get out of bed yourself, without pain Kamijou?"
Determined not to lose face, he struggled with the blanket that was twisted all around him.
Each movement sent pain shooting through his head.
Finally, after several moments of struggling to escape from the sheets, he bowed his head, his bangs falling over his eyes. "Takahashi..."
"Yes, Kamijou?"
"I can't get out of the blanket." He averted his gaze, not willing to directly ask for help.
Takahiro smiled softly and took the end of the blanket and helped to disentangle Kamijou.
"There you go, now Kamijou, would you like help to the bathroom?"
Hiroki's head shot up and winced, placing a hand to the throbbing pain where he'd hit his head during the crash.
He glowered, even through his pain, one eye closed, "I can walk Takahashi! I'm not completely helpless."
"Okay, then follow me Kamijou and I'll get the bath ready."
Just then, Misaki walked by the door, "Nii-chan, what're we going to make fo' bweakfast?"
Takahiro turned his head toward his little brother and smiled. "We'll make omelet rice and fish, but after Kamijou has washed up. Misaki, could you change Kamijou's sheets please?"
Misaki glanced at Hiroki, who was still holding one side of his head.
The youngest of the three gulped and nodded his head, nervously edging outside the door. "I'll go get fresh sheets from the hall closet Nii-chan."
Takahiro watched his brother leave the room and then looked back at Kamijou, "Coming?"
That one word had Hiroki stopping, mid-step, his face suffusing with color. Before his eyes he saw himself back in the car, returning to the thoughts of the time.
He'd been about to go out and find some man to fuck, but the storm had interfered with his plans.
He blinked, frowning, wondering if he were some sort of male whore, because there hadn't been anyone specific.
"Kamijou?"
He looked up into worried deep blue eyes. "Yeah..." and stepped toward him.
Takahiro smiled and turned, leading him out into the hall and to a door on the right which led into the bathroom.
"Why don't you have a seat there," he pointed at the shower seat next to the bucket, back scrubber, newly opened bar of soap and the rubber ducks and little plastic ship that he assumed were for the kid.
Hiroki slowly sat down and watched as Takahiro leaned over the tub and turned on the water, checking to make sure the temperature would be just right.
While the water was running, Takahiro turned toward him and asked, "Do you need help removing your clothes Kamijou?"
Takahiro wasn't able to meet Kamijou's eyes as he normally would, biting into his lower lip, shifting uncomfortably.
Hiroki, in his minds eye imagined Takahiro undoing the buttons of his pajama top and flushed.
"N-no. I'm perfectly capable of undressing myself. You can go out now."
"Are you sure Kamijou? What if you slip and fall?"
"I'll call you when I'm in the tub, okay?" He frowned.
Takahiro nodded, "As you wish Kamijou, but remember, Misaki and I are here if you need any help."
"Yeah..." he murmured low and once Takahiro had left the room, closing the door behind him, he took a deep, long breath and slowly exhaled.
Closing his eyes, his lips thinning as he pressed them together, he undid the buttons of his pajama top and slipped it off, tossing it into the hamper next to the door.
Carefully standing up, he pulled down the pajama bottoms and stepped out of them, along with his underwear.
Once undressed, he sat back down and picked up a loofa and wet it and the bar of soap in the bucket of warm water. Lathering the soap onto the loofa he began to scrub his body.
Closing his eyes again, he sighed, moving the loofa down over his neck to his chest.
His lips parted as he imagined that instead of the loofa brushing over his nipple, that a mans fingertips were touching him.
His eyes flung wide open, his cheeks heating with color again. It hadn't been just any man that he'd imagined. The face that belonged to that hand in his imagination, had been Takahiro.
He tried to keep his mind off his newly formed desire. They were both men and somehow, he couldn't see Takahiro wanting to do those things with another man. Certainly not him, not when someone else wanted Takahiro.
His brows furrowed, wondering who it was who wanted Takahiro. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, or if it were a fragment of some memory.
Shaking his head, he concentrated instead on washing himself. Once he'd finished, he only had his back left and picked up the scrub brush with the long handle.
Lathering soap onto it, after dunking it and the loofa inside the bucket of water, he washed his back.
Rinsing himself with the adjustable shower-head, without getting into the tub, he rinsed off and let the water drain down the drain-hole in the middle of the room where the floor dipped in slightly.
His hands took hold of the side of the tub and he slowly placed one foot in and then the next, carefully sitting in the nice hot water. Several minutes earlier, he'd turned it off when the bath looked as though it were nearly filling to the brim.
Takahiro paced outside the bathroom, watching as Misaki took the clean sheets into the room they were lending their guest.
Never before had he felt so awkward over the thought of seeing another mane naked. Not when he and his family had often gone to public bathhouses and washed up there.
"Nii-chan? Are you okay?"
He looked down at his brother whose big green eyes stared at him, worried.
Kneeling, he placed his hands on Misaki's shoulders. "I'm fine Misaki. I'm just worried about Kamijou."
Misaki sighed and wrapped his arms around his brother in a hug.
Takahiro knew that Misaki probably worried that he too might leave, like their parents had. He wasn't going anywhere though. Misaki was his little brother and with their parents gone, he'd look after them. He knew his parents wouldn't want them to be separated.
"Why don't you get the ingredients out for breakfast and I'll be in the kitchen in a few. Don't touch the knives." He warned.
Misaki let his arms fall to his side and nodded, smiling, "Okay!"
Takahiro watched him hurry down the hall toward the kitchen.
Frowning, he turned back to the door of the bathroom. Kamijou had never told him he was in the bath tub and it had been too long.
Knocking on the door, he turned the knob and walked in.
"What the hell Takahashi!?" Kamijou dipped his body beneath the water. Takahiro could only see his knees and then his nose and up.
"You said you'd tell me when you were in, but you didn't, so I got worried." Just for a moment, the thought that it was a shame he couldn't see more ran through his mind.
Turning around, he stared out into the hall, confused by his thoughts. Kamijou was a man, he tried to tell himself. Even if he was attracted to him, there was no way Kamijou felt the same. Plus, he'd always been attracted to women. He'd even had a couple of girlfriends before.
"I'll go get you a towel and change of clothes and then you can meet Misaki and I in the kitchen. Unless you'd like help?"
"Don't worry about me."
But that wasn't something he could do, Kamijou had been hurt in the same accident that had claimed his and Misaki's parents. He didn't want anything to happen to Kamijou.
Maybe it was all the emotions of the past few days that had gotten to him and because Kamijou was a part of the incident, he was reacting strangely toward him.
He tried to rationalize his strange new desires with that and went to get Kamijou a towel and change of clothes. Once he'd done so, he went to help Misaki in the kitchen.
Author Note: I'm wondering how readers are reacting to this rare-pair. I like taking the oddest and most unlikely sometimes and seeing how it pans out. Hopefully this one has thus far?
