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Not that I wouldn't want to

Chapter 8

Misaki woke up in bed. Keeping his eyes shut he felt for the damage report. His leg and wrist aching from using them to hold himself up hours before, but not as bad as when he'd first gotten them. He moaned and rolled over. And promptly Suzuki-san. Misaki opened his eyes.

He was not in his room, but Usagi-san's. And that probably meant…yup, Usagi was in bed with him. Misaki sighed and glared at his lover with a mix of love (yes, love) and irritation.

Usagi was 'sound asleep', so Misaki didn't see any problem in slipping away to his own bed. Unfortunately, Misaki did not see his crutch anywhere in the room. Dammit, Usagi-san must've left it in the bathroom when I passed out. Remembering that he'd actually passed out during sex, and not even full fledged sex at that, turned his face scarlet. Muttering darkly, he tried to heave himself out of bed.

"And where exactly do you think you're going?" Asked a voice behind him. Misaki froze. Then he slowly turned around. Usagi looked up at him from his pillow. Misaki noted randomly how good his lover looked, just lying there, passive, not attacking and not pissed off over a deadline. Just calm and peaceful.

Misaki shook his head, trying to knock such thoughts out of his head. Usagi asked, "Are you okay?" He gave the boy a once over out of concern. Apart from the injuries from the accident, he seemed alright.

"I'm fine," Misaki replied hastily. "Um, can you go get my crutch from the bathroom?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to go back to my room now."

"Then no, I cannot."

"Eh? Why not."

"Because I don't want you to leave."

Of course he doesn't. "Whether you get my crutch or not, I am still going back to my room."

He started to try and hobble off the bed, in a worse state than he'd been in this morning. Before he could even get his bum leg off the bed, a hand caught his wrist. He looked back at Usagi-san. He was wearing one of his borderline pathetic expressions that you got from kicked puppies. "Please don't leave," he murmured softly.

Misaki heaved a sigh and gave up. Besides, he told himself, he wouldn't be going anywhere in this condition anyway. He fell back with a, "Fine, I'll stay. Just don't do anything to me for a while. I hurt all over."

Usagi shoved Suzuki out from between them so he could see Misaki clearly. The kid did look sick. He reached across the space between them and pressed his hand to Misaki's face half in concern, half in affection.

Misaki, unintentionally, Usagi was sure, pressed his face up into his palm. Maybe not, he realized a moment later.

Misaki had always pointed out how cool Usagi's hands were. And right now, Misaki's face was blazing hot. And it sure as hell wasn't because he was embarrassed or turned on.

Usagi lay there frozen while Misaki nuzzled against his hand.

To be continued.

Okay, no smut in this one but…

Oh and thanks to Yana5 for the inspiration for this one