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Part 26: Deny
Nowaki runs a hot bath for two while Hiroki waits outside of the bathroom reading reviews from his recently published article on his smart phone. The two had seemingly gotten along once they left the hospital and nothing dramatic has caused any fights other than an occasional thump on the head with a book whenever Nowaki says something dumb. You can say that they act like if they're back to their normal selves, however they act more like roommates more than lovers which upsets the tall man a lot. They are in this gray area of post relationship where Nowaki couldn't figure out if they are together or not. It is a hard situation to be in for the man and he doesn't know where the borderline of affection should stop. He has not tried to advance anything yet out of fear that he would lose his beloved's trust.
"Hiro-san, bath is ready." he chirps
He turns off his phone, places it in a pocket compartment within the wheelchair and then rolls in the bathroom. He begins to take off his maroon long sleeve shirt, and independently removes his dark wash jeans without any struggle.
"Ready?" Nowaki asks
The long chestnut hair naked man nods his head as he uses his strength to push himself up from the wheelchair. Nowaki stands by him, places his strong, secure arms around the thin man's waist while holding onto his fragile hand. Slowly, one small step at a time, they walk towards the hot steamy bathtub. Although Nowaki wouldn't mind carrying him to the bathtub, he knew that every chance Hiroki gets to walk, it is a small progression towards recovery.
Once he enters the bath, it was Nowaki's turn. As he lifts his tight black shirt, he reveals his impressive forming abs, in which Hiroki couldn't help himself but have a small peak. It was delicious to watch and the only reason why he hasn't shoo him off for privacy. As he removes his shirt and threw it in the laundry bin, he focuses his attention to his ripped light blue jeans
His fingers brush against the metal button that was latched through the loop which is securing his jeans. He folds a bit of fabric to unlatch the button with one hand, while at the same time, he unzips, reveling his grey Calvin Klein briefs. Hiroki, soaking in the bathtub is enjoying the view of the doctor stripping down right in front of him. Despite having no romantic feelings towards the man, there is defiantly intense sexual chemistry.
The doctor turns away from the tub, sticks both thumbs into his briefs and pulls them both down in one swift motion. Hiroki unconsciously bites his lips as he takes a good look at the doctor's impeccable ass.
Nowaki caught him in mid stare, thus giving a wicked smile. As he enters the tub, the water rises and it spills over.
"Want me to wash your hair Hiro-san?"
"No"
There was a brief silence.
"I want to wash your hair. May I?"
"I don't-"
"Please" Nowaki interrupts mid-sentence.
Hiroki shrugs his shoulders as he rolls his eyes. They argue over petty things such as this very often, however Nowaki always seemingly win somehow through his uncomfortable kindness he drowns Hiroki in. In truth, Hiroki doesn't mind having his hair washed, especially the way Nowaki massages his scalp, it feels so heavenly divine.
Hiroki removes the hair tie from his wet locks and scoots towards him, cold shampoo squirted on top of his head. Nowaki's large hands begin to work their magic, every finger working the lather into his scalp.
'Mmmm'
Hiroki leans into his chest, moaning in pleasure involuntarily, in which is making Nowaki incredibly turn on. His hands stop and he looks down at Hiroki, meeting his honey colored eyes. He leans in for a kiss, however Hiroki stops him by blocking with his hands.
Hurt, Nowaki scoots back and remains quiet for the rest of the evening.
Christmas Eve never felt this lonely before.