Chapter 6 - Sick...
Recap Ch5 - Sawamura decided to stay over the break with Miyuki, but upon arriving back, he found a deathly sick catcher.
"Miiiiii-yuki!" Sawamura shouted as he entered the dorm room cheerfully. He held a big plastic bag in one hand and a tray of bowls on the other.
Of course, the catcher was sleeping, but being as loud as the pitcher was, he had awoken to the ruckus.
"Ei...jun...?" Miyuki asked while cracking his eyes opened to see his cheerful battery counterpart.
"Did I wake you up? Sorry..." Sawamura apologised as he crouched on the floor next to the catcher's bed. He placed his hand atop Miyuki's forehead to feel the temperature.
"Looks like you're getting better...maybe..." Sawamura said with a comforting smile. The moment the older teen saw it, it melted him away and caused him to blush.
"Anyways...it's already late in the evening...you must be hungry, I have dinner! I hope you're fine with porridge again..." Sawamura said as he quickly got up, walked over to his tray and bought over a bowl of hot porridge.
"Ummmm, I'm not really hungry..." Miyuki meekly said.
*GRROOOWWWWL* the catcher's stomach betrayed the catcher and contradicted what was said.
"Let me help you up. You must be really hungry...sorry for bringing food so late, I got dirty running around and decided to take a bath first." Sawamura carefully guided Miyuki into a sitting position and then grabbed the bowl, scooped a big spoonful of porridge and cooled it to make sure the temperature was right.
"Open wide..." Sawamura said as he moved the spoon towards Miyuki's mouth.
"Eijun! I'm not a kid any..." before he could finish, the pitcher shoved the spoon into the catcher's mouth.
"Mmmmmmhhh..." Miyuki protested, obviously recollecting the grueling meal he had earlier today, but to his surprise, it was good.
"Hmmm..." Miyuki hummed as he swallowed the porridge.
Seeing as how the catcher was so receptive of the porridge, the pitcher readied another spoonful, which the catcher welcomed with a big open mouth. Before either knew it, the bowl was completely empty.
"Do you want more? I have another bowl over there!" Sawamura was happy to see Miyuki eating so much.
"I'm full, thanks Eijun." Miyuki said as he leaned against the wall.
"You really outdid yourself with the meal." Miyuki complimented the pitcher.
"Huh? Oh...I went out to the convenience store and bought it..." Sawamura sheepishly stated avoiding eye contact. As he walked to the tray with the empty bowl and placed it down, a thought clicked into his mind.
"Wait...you can taste...?" Sawamura asked with some skepticism.
"Yeah..." Miyuki responded.
"WHAT?!...Then...lunch...salty..." Sawamura was speaking in broken words.
"Oh...ummm ...sorry..." Miyuki felt bad for gobbling down dinner, but avoiding the lunch, especially since Sawamura was the one who made it and all.
"Why are you sorry? I should be the one who's sorry for it...you know...with the salt and all..." Sawamura's voice dwindled as he wanted to avoid the fact that he butchered making lunch.
"Anyways! You should get some more rest..." Sawamura said as he rushed over the Miyuki's side to help the catcher back into bed.
'Hmmmm...Miyuki's drenched in sweat...' the pitcher noticed as he wrapped his arms around the weak catcher's body.
"Miyuki...you're drenched...you should change your clothes..." Sawamura muttered out.
"Eijun...it's fine..." Miyuki replied.
"It's not good to be wearing soaked clothing. I'll get you a new set. Hmmm, while we're at it, maybe you should quickly take a shower." the pitcher said.
Miyuki nodded his head in agreement, which signaled Sawamura to run over and help the catcher out of bed. Of course, Miyuki was far from better. After taking a couple steps, his legs gave in, causing him to fall and pulling Sawamura, who had the catcher's arms wrapped around his shoulders, down as well.
"Are you ok?" the antsy pitcher asked. He quickly helped Miyuki back onto the bed.
"Yeah, are you?" Miyuki replied.
"You know what? I'll get a bucket of water." A light bulb lit up above the pitcher's head as he ran out the door towards the bath.
"W-wait...Eijun..." Miyuki shouted in a quiet voice. He tried to get up, but his body gave out from lack of strength. The catcher sat there on the bed, back against the wall as he waited for the younger teen to return.
A few minutes passed before Sawamura came barging back in through the door with a bucket of warm water.
"I can wash you down!" Sawamura shouted in triumph as he walked to the sitting catcher, moved Miyuki's body away from the wall and pulled off the sweat drenched shirt.
"EI-EIJUN!" Miyuki shouted in surprise. He was blushing red at the abrupt and bold actions of the younger teen.
"What? How else am I going to wipe you down?" a clueless look was reciprocated towards Miyuki.
"B-b-but..." Miyuki was stuttering to find the words to stop the pitcher from going any further.
But nothing, the oblivious pitcher just continued. He sat on the edge of Miyuki's bed with the bucket of water next to him. He dipped a wash cloth into the waters, wringed it semi dry and started to carefully wipe, or more so caress, Miyuki with it. He started with the catcher's hands and slowly moved up the slightly defined arms, carefully wiping the catcher clean as he traced the outlines of the muscles with the cloth. Eventually, he made his way to Miyuki's nicely toned chest where he moved the cloth carefully around the distinct muscles.
"Mmmmmhhh." Miyuki moaned as the cloth grazed his body.
"Are you ok Miyuki?" Sawamura asked as he snapped out of his concentration. He was so focused on wiping Miyuki that he didn't even realise what he was touching and how nicely the figure in front of him was shaped.
"Ummmm, I'm ok...thanks Eijun..." Miyuki replied while blushing from the fact that he was enjoying the moment very much.
Sawamura then continued, this time starting at the abs.
'Whoa...Miyuki's abs are pretty hard...' he subconsciously thought as he moved the cloth around the outlines of the muscles. The pitcher was captivated into a trance, wiping certain spots multiple times. He could see the muscles flex with every breath the catcher took.
"Eijun? You ok?" Miyuki asked.
"Huh? Yeah!" the pitcher responded while nodding his head, snapping himself out of his stupor.
"Can you lean forward? I'll clean your back too." Sawamura said as he finished the catcher's front.
Miyuki tried pushing himself off the wall, but to no avail. Of course, Sawamura realised his request was impossible, so he leaned towards Miyuki, wrapped his right arm around the catcher and pulled the older teen away from the wall.
Miyuki also leaned into Sawamura placing his weight on the pitcher's body, while he rested his head on the crook of the pitcher's neck.
'He's so warm...' Miyuki thought as he took a deep breath. He buried his nose into the pitcher's neck and continued to inhale.
'He smells so good too...' Miyuki was intoxicated by the pitcher. Luckily for him, his body was too weak to even produce an erection, which he was very grateful for.
Sawamura started to rub Miyuki's back with the cloth. He put his chin on the catcher's shoulders so that he could get some vision of the catcher's back.
'Mmmmhh...Miyuki smells nice..." Sawamura's mind wandered off as he too was intoxicated by Miyuki's scent. He could feel Miyuki's warm body against his, as well as the catcher's breath caressing against his neck, which enveloped his bare skin and ticked every inch in its wake.
Sawamura was lost in the sensation and eventually just circled the cloth around Miyuki's clean back.
The catcher, of course, didn't mind and rather enjoyed the feeling. The comforting feeling that Sawamura gave him started to cause an onset of sleepiness to befall upon him.
'This feels like...the locker room...' The pitcher reminisced the time he fell onto Miyuki's naked body. Sawamura then become aware of his position, which snapped him out of his drunken state.
"I'm done..." he muttered quietly as he moved Miyuki away from his body. The pitcher could see that the catcher was falling asleep. He quickly grabbed a clean shirt that he had set aside and pulled it over Miyuki's head and onto his body.
"Let's get you back in bed." Sawamura quietly said in a soothing voice.
"Mmmmm..." Miyuki mumbled in agreement.
Sawamura slowly lowered the catcher's body and positioned his head on top of the pillow. The pitcher was about to pull the blanket over the catcher until he realised that the shorts the older teen wore were still drenched in sweat.
"Oh I forgot your shorts...let me change it and wipe you down there..." Sawamura said as he went to pull the shorts off.
"Eijun..." Miyuki whispered as his right hand quickly grabbed Sawamura's.
The catcher gave a tired disapproving look, for obvious reasons, to the pitcher.
Sawamura then realised what he was about to do and blushed a deep red.
"S-s-sorry! Ummm..." the pitcher looked around, grabbed a towel and threw it over Miyuki's bottom half.
"I'll just change your shorts and boxers instead of w-wa-washing you down there." Sawamura said as he reached his hands underneath and quickly pulled off the catcher's shorts and boxers.
'Eijun...' Miyuki was too tired to stop the younger teen.
Sawamura threw the sweaty clothing aside, grabbed hold of the towel that was covering Miyuki, and quickly ran it over the bottom half to dry Miyuki up, of course all the while making sure it didn't uncover certain objects.
Miyuki was beyond embarrassed as he could feel Sawamura repeatedly rub his little friend, yet deep down, he didn't want the pitcher to stop.
Alas, the pitcher eventually stopped, grabbed a clean pair of boxers and shorts and threaded them through the catcher's legs and to their final resting spot.
"DONE!" Sawamura noted as he grabbed the towel off the bottom half. He had a big grin on his face, marking his accomplishment.
"Thanks Eijun." Miyuki whispered amongst tired eyes.
"No problem!" Sawamura said as he placed the dirty clothes aside.
As Sawamura cleaned up everything, a whisper was heard coming from the sick teen.
"I love you Eijun..." the catcher whispered before drifting off to sleep.
Sawamura turned around to see a sleeping catcher. Miyuki's face was so serene, as if he wasn't sick at all. His chest was lightly moving up and down like the calm night's waters.
'K-k-kawaiii...' the thought crossed the pitcher's mind as he was entranced at the figure sprawled in front of him.
Sawamura walked up to the catcher's bedside, knelt down and pulled the comforter so that it was tucked right up to the older teen's neck. "I love you too...Kazuya..." the pitcher started to whisper as he looked at the sleeping teen's face.
Slowly, as if captured into an entrancement by the peaceful sleeping face, Sawamura leaned in and placed a kiss on Miyuki's forehead. Realising what he had done, he blushed furiously as he quickly ran to turn off the lights. The pitcher then took a seat on the floor next to the catcher's bed, leaning his back against the wall.
'Good thing Kazuya's asleep...' Sawamura thought as he became flustered from the embarrassment of kissing the older teen.
'Kazuya...that doesn't sound bad...' his thoughts immediately changed as he realised what he was calling Miyuki.
"Thanks Eijun..." a whisper came from Miyuki.
'What?!' the panicking pitcher thought as his heart sank. He stayed still to scout whether the catcher was really awake. Had he been caught? Seconds passed, but all he could hear was the rhythmic breathing of the catcher, in which he gave a sigh of relief.
"...although...I would prefer a kiss to the mouth..." Miyuki whispered again.
Stunned, the pitcher immediately dug his head between his knees out of embarrassment and hoped that everything was just a dream.
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