Cotton

Akihiko stared intently as Misaki chopped the huge pumpkin into perfect miniature pieces. The art that Misaki had had cultivated for his daily experience of household chores seemed surprising and talented to Akihiko. The grown up man grew curious to know about how Misaki was capable of such wonderful slicing.

'Misaki let me try.'

'Try what?'

Misaki asked without looking at his lover and without stopping his slicing. Akihiko grew envious when he saw his lover doing such good jobs at the same time, which only Akihiko was capable of.

'I want to try chopping the pumpkin.'

'No.'

Misaki was wise enough, not to hand a knife to a man who was completely incapable of any work except writing and doing perverted stuffs.

Akihiko pouted at Misaki's denial and looked at Misaki like a begging puppy.

'But Misaki I want to help you.'

'If you want to help me then go and wait for the dinner.'

Akihiko was never accustomed to negative answers. Leaning in close, he cupped Misaki's chin with his fingers and pressed his lips to Misaki's. Somehow the knife in Misaki's hand, connected with Akihiko's arm and Akihiko broke the kiss, groaning at the pain. Misaki saw the open wound and rushed towards the bathroom to bring the first-aid kit.

'Stupid crazy rabbit what were you thinking?'

'But Misaki you didn't-

Akihiko tried to defend his innocence but Misaki snapped at him again.

'I was holding a knife, a knife that can slice through a 15 cm thick pumpkin.'

Akihiko flinched when Misaki cleaned the blood with some cotton, the white soft material turned red and wet immediately.

Akihiko smiled at how Misaki was able to cure his wounds so easily. Just the look of anxiety and care in Misaki's eyes was enough to make him convince that the cut was worth it, and Akihiko would gladly injure him again if Misaki looked that cute and beautiful healing his wounds.

Just like the cotton treated the lesion, Misaki healed all the wounds in Akihiko's life, till all of them were completely gone without leaving any marks. Cotton was simple, fragile, gentle, fuzzy and warm, always prepared and devoted to cushion all damages, no matter how dreadful it was. zIn the same way, Misaki also silently accompanied Akihiko and made him happy and secured.

Akihiko couldn't help but wonder how would it like to make the cotton wet and soaked and defenseless, he couldn't wait to do the same thing to his beloved Misaki…

Misaki shuddered and blushed when he saw the smug look on Akihiko's face.

'Your cut is deep and you are grinning like an idiot, is it that much fun?'

'I don't care if it is deep, my Misaki will take good care of it, and it is fun to get Misaki's special treatment.'

'Shut up, be more careful and be grateful that it was just a minor cut.'

'Misaki thank you for healing me.'

Akihiko said and Misaki understood that the sentence had more meaning when his lover's eyes turned gentle like the fresh dewdrops on green grasses.

'You are welcome.'

Misaki responded, looking down and trying hard to hide his face growing redder with every second

Akihiko hugged Misaki and squeezed the lithe body, Misaki's body was warm and soft and Akihiko had to make it hard…

'Misaki I love you.'

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I asked my friend (vessto) what does she thinks about cotton for a particular reason and she gave quite a rational answer. And her thoughts were 'Hmmm... wound and a cotton piece with a medical fluid'

That's how I came up with this idea… but personally cotton saved me yesterday from a very dangerous thing…