A/N: here's the next chapter everyone…enjoy!xD
Wings of Glass
Chapter Eight
Oliver wasn't sure if what he did was right. In anxiety, he got up the next day earlier than he intended, but could not leave the bed for Enrique fell asleep in their hug.
Hence, he waited for the sun to rise.
"N-ri-que?" he nudged the slumbering boy gently.
Like a child, he merely snuggled up to him and the greenette sighed.
"Enri…" the angel dared himself to roll over and make their noses touch.
It took a while before the blonde was roused from sleep.
"I'm so sorry! I slept in your room! You must've been very uncomfortable…!" the doctor was on his feet, fixing himself in front of the floor length mirror. Behind him, Oliver was too tired to stop another tide of useless excuses.
A flushed face returned to him. "Sorry," he said again. "I apologize too much. Let's just have breakfast before your bath, eh?"
The greenette was also too tired to take a bath.
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"Th-then…wh-who sh-shall give…me…a b-bath?" the sick boy asked his doctor after having the latter tell him he had not hired anyone to do it.
Enrique smiled. "I will…" and he whisked Oliver off the couch and carried him bridal-style to the bathroom.
Soon, an innocent naked angel sat in the middle of the tub, being ignorant of shame as the blonde idly watched him, waiting for the water to fill.
"En-ri-que?"
"Hn?"
"Don't…you…w-want…to…take…a…bath…too?"
The Italian doctor broke into a beautiful smile. "Your speech is improving."
"Is…that…a…good…thing?"
"Yes…yes it is. And I'm gladly accepting your offer." He promptly stripped down to a bare bum and climbed in the bathtub.
Four sets of toes wiggled in the lukewarm water as it dominated half the tub. Oliver was seated between Enrique's legs as the blonde began to lather his patient's back.
"What ARE these on your back?" he asked as he gently passed the foamy bathing sponge over what he earlier perceived as pustules. On his closer observation, the supposed lesions on the boy's back looked like very large collinear wheals that he had never encountered before in his years of practice. "Do they itch?"
"They…hurt…" was the quiet reply.
The Italian nodded and dropped the subject. "Come, come, face me, let's wash your front."
There were a lot of squeaks and splashed before the angel settled down. Again, the diligent doctor cleaned his torso and limbs, taking care of scrubbing his once-broken ankle.
Then, after rinsing Oliver down, Enrique took some facial wash, rubbed it gently between his palms and massaged it on the greenette's face, starting with the cheeks.
"Close your eyes and your mouth," he instructed. "This doesn't taste good."
The younger boy did as he was told and rinsed his face with the shower hose.
"Okay…turn around again. I'm going to wash your hair…" the doctor took the shower hose from him and sprayed the fluffy green hair with water once he sat down again.
But the fine locks seemed to merely absorb the liquid as it stayed poofy and firm. Enrique tried wetting it again…to no avail.
"Damn. You've got stubborn hair, Oli…almost like mine…" the grass-colored expanse just won't look like it got wet!
The blonde gave up and proceeded to lather the angel's hair with shampoo. Oliver, meanwhile, was curiously examining the container of facial wash.
"Aren't…you…going…to…take…a…bath…too?"
"Of course," said the doctor, preoccupied with thoroughly rising the younger one's head. "As soon as you're dressed…"
"NO!"
The Italian's tanned cheeks were sprayed with cool flecks of bath water as the greenette violently wheeled about.
"Y-you…do…too…much…"
Enrique was touched as the angel gently washed his face. He did not dare restrain the other boy as he took his turn in bathing him.
There was no exchange or words. Softened summer blue eyes followed Oliver's progress as he was sure it was his first time giving anyone a bath. The greenette's actions were very slow and sensual. He scrubbed the blonde's body meticulously, giving every inch of lovely creamy skin its own attention, as well as the best he's got.
In the course of reaching for the shampoo bottle, the angel turned the hot water up a notch, but none of them noticed.
The sick boy made a move to stand so he could wash the doctor's back, but the latter stopped him.
"Don't stand, you'll tire yourself."
Puzzled lavender eyes looked at blue before shrugging.
Enrique's breath hitched in his throat as Oliver carefully scooted closer and raised his arms as if to hug but it reality to soap his back. The blonde gently fitted his hand in the slender curve of the younger boy's waist to support him. The skin was flushed and felt delightfully warm.
Their cheeks were barely apart and the Italian felt the heat radiating off his patient as he next occupied himself with shampooing the blonde's pretty head.
"B-bow…down…I…I'm…not…that…tall…"
True, the greenette was reaching in order to massage the older boy's scalp. The young doctor obliged without complaint. He leant his heavy head on the angel's chest and succumbed to immense relaxation brought by his delicate fingertips.
Steam and water gushed out of the shower head and stained cornflower hair and paper pale skin.
Oliver and Enrique raised their head simultaneously and lilac-lavender inavertedly met baby blue.
The greenette's gaze quickly dropped to the blonde's slightly parted lips. He braved invasion of personal space. The humidity of the whole room made the air thick and difficult to breathe in, thus making its occupants light-headed.
"Enrique…" the whisper was barely audible above the music of the water droplets.
"Hn?"
"I…love…you…"
There was a dramatic pause. A warm, wet hand rose from the hot water to cup the pale face.
"That's nice."
TBC
A/N:…that's all he could say? What a jerk! Watch out for the next installment of WOG! For now…enjoy!xD and ciAo…