As it turns out, the store doesn't have another couple's day discount in quite awhile but the city does end up needing saving.
The fight is quick as usual for the two heroes. The giant three eyed deformed frog seems to be a relatively easy opponent for Genos (Saitama lets the android fight the monsters for a bit for training before stepping in when needed) but turns out to be extremely difficult to attack, with his long tongue lashing out every few seconds. Genos manages to dodge it, but due to him tripping on a pothole in the road he falls and it hits him. Much to Genos's embarrassment and frustration, he's flung hard against a thick concrete wall, his arm twisting in a horribly detached away. It hurts like hell and Genos is left steaming, circuits frying as they try to continue working despite the injury. The impact of the throw leaves a crater in the wall and Genos is mildly stuck inside of it.
He closes his eyes one second and the frog is coming towards him - the next his third eye has been pushed back into his skull and he's on the other side of the road. Saitama looks pained seeing him like this as he hurriedly approaches him and Genos wheezes; he feels so stupid, so young and inexperienced.
"Pay more attention to your environment next time okay? Besides that you did great, really." Saitama speaks quietly as the crowd around them forms and a few people take pictures. Gently as possible Saitama pulls him from the wall. Nothing hurts as much as his arm does when he's pulled out from the wall, rubble and dust coming with him, and Genos knows it'll take awhile to fix back at home.
Saitama carries him in his arms and Genos nurses his arm against his own chest, looking up at the hero who walks past the paparazzi without caring what they have to say. He seems fixated with going home and his expression is stony.
"Sorry. I think you might have to cook dinner tonight." Genos mumbles so the paparazzi can't hear and Saitama readjusts him in his arms gently as possible. The android wonders how easy he is to lift for Saitama. He has to weigh a ridiculous amount with all the metal on him.
Saitama looks down and a pained look floods his usually carefree expression; Genos immediately regrets his words and wonders what he said wrong. His head bounces slightly to the rhythm of Saitama's steps.
"You don't have to apologize for anything, dumbass. I'm the one who should have stepped in quicker, I should be apologizing." Saitama doesn't keep his voice down. He stopped caring about what the people of the city had to say about him a long time ago, ever since the meteor hit. Genos feels a pang run through his chest and even though everything hurts right now he smiles a little bit.
The rest of the walk home is silent. Saitama speeds up a bit in order to get away from the flashing lights and microphones and they make it home safely, without much bother. When they walk into their apartment complex the woman at the front desk (who they're sure is half blind) smiles and greets them as if everything is normal and Saitama just nods and gives a hello back as they go up the elevator together, Genos steaming slightly.
The elevator ride is strangely enough not awkward; they've done this a multitude of times together and quite frankly Genos is far too worn out to even make polite conversation. It's as if Saitama can sense his mood, but it doesn't stop him from commenting on the battle as they come to their floor and walk out. Saitama is careful not to jostle him too much.
"These guys just keep getting dumber names. I mean Lord Frogella 3000, destroyer of the world?" Saitama ponders out loud, shaking his head slightly. Genos doesn't say anything, eyes falling shut. He rests his head against Saitama's chest, breathing a bit ragged.
Somehow, Saitama gets the door open to their apartment easily and a cool air rushes over them as they walk in. Before he knows it he's being very gently placed on the couch in the living room that they invested in recently, his head falling against a pillow that's been propped up for him.
"What tools do you want from your room?" Saitama asks him and the android can't exactly pick up on the emotion in his voice. Without opening his eyes he answers him, tilting his head slightly towards the hallway because that's where Saitama's voice is coming from.
"Just get me all of them please." Genos answers him, voice tired. Saitama gives a small response in recognition of his answer and Saitama can hear him rummage in his room. He takes the chance to open his eyes and inspect himself.
His arm is pretty fucked up. Its twisted the wrong way and his other hand won't stop shaking for some reason. His legs are relatively fine and his torso has a few scratches - he supposes that he could have gotten it much worse. Quietly as possible he grimaces and uses his shaking hand to snap his arm back to its proper place. There's the creaking of metal and a mixture of blood and oil gushes out onto his lap from his arm. He sucks in air harshly for a moment and then continues work, moving his readjusted arm around a bit to find out where the problem is. His hand mostly seems find, but most of the problem is in the joint of his arm.
Saitama comes back into the room and sets all of his tools on the table in front of him and then pushes the table closer to him for easy access. He's seen Genos do this a thousand times before so he's not too worried, but regardless he doesn't like to see his friend so hurt. The android thanks him and Saitama nods, going to his bedroom to switch out of his outfit probably.
A hour or two passes and Genos makes good progress in fixing his arm even with a trembling hand and Saitama takes to sitting down next to him on the couch, mixed between reading a comic and watching the television. Saitama turns to the channel his anime comes on and waits for it to air, avoiding the news channel for Genos's sake. He's told Genos more than once that he needs to unwind sometimes and focus on helping himself.
It's just the quiet clinking of metal and the sound of sparks mixing with the hum of the television and the flipping of comic pages. By now the pain is more bearable for Genos, considerably so. But he's getting pretty hungry and tired and he'd rather not work while this tired. Shifting around on the couch he puts down one of his tools.
"Teacher," He starts off and almost immediately Saitama puts down his book and looks at him, "Could you please make me something to eat?" After the question Saitama is already off the couch going towards the kitchen.
"Sure, what are you hungry for?" Saitama asks casually, but it seems like he's almost eager to do it. Genos dismisses it. It's probably all in his head.
"Anything." Genos replies, licking his lips absentmindedly as he rolls one of his shoulders and listens to Saitama clank around in the kitchen. He's a decent cook; just a bit messy is all.
Genos watches the TV only half paying attention as he thinks about his fight earlier today and as time passes he smells pancakes from the kitchen and a pink dusts over his cheeks. He bites the inside of his cheek. Pancakes are probably one of his favorite meals because of how fluffy and sweet they are with syrup. He wonders if its coincidence or if Saitama remembers how much Genos enjoyed them when he made them last time. Regardless, they smell delicious.
Soon enough Saitama is coming over to his side with one fork and a knife. He pushes away the tools in front of Genos and makes room for the plate and sets it down with a clink, Genos leans forwards, hands reaching towards the fork as Saitama goes back to the kitchen.
"You're not hungry teacher? You should eat too." Genos comments, his dominant hand shaking badly as he stabs one of the pancakes that's smothered with syrup. Two strawberries lay on the side of the plate and the entire sight has Genos's mouth watering. He hears the clinking of a glass from the kitchen and gratitude swells inside him.
"Nah, I'm not really that hungry right now. It's not a big deal." Saitama responds casually, coming back into the room with a glass of water and setting it in front of Genos, who's obviously struggling with his food. His hand's shaking only seems to worsen as he tries to concentrate, bringing the food to his mouth with difficulty. He spills a little syrup on his chin and licks it up, oblivious to how Saitama is staring as he stabs the pancake again, a bit roughly.
"Well, you should eat later then. Thank you for the food." Genos says after a bite. He only pauses what he's doing when Saitama slides over on the couch, brushing Genos's hands away from the plate so that he can pick it up, along with the fork. Easily he begins slicing at the pancake.
"What are you doing?" The android questions him, confused as he watches Saitama stab a small piece of the pancake, effectively picking it up and holding it up from of Genos. Immediately Genos is blushing, realizing what Saitama is offering to do for him. His good hand grabs his own pants hard; he looks away and tries to ignore the familiar sensation of his artificial heart being tied into knots. He's suddenly reminded of how warm Saitama's hand feels and he mentally smacks himself, trying to gain a grip on the situation.
"Teacher, this really isn't necessary, I can feed myself - " But before he can say much else soft warm pancake is pressing against his lips and Genos wouldn't be surprised if he started to steam again. His pulse jumps when Saitama speaks.
"Eat." That's the end of the conversation. Genos opens his mouth and takes in the pancake, eyes snapping to Saitama's, who's looking at him dead on with an expression that the android has never seen before. It makes him hard to look at it and the word attractive flits in Genos's mind before he brushes it out, obediently taking the next bite of food from his teacher.
The whole ordeal has him fumbling for words but he can't speak, an awkward heavy tension lacing the air and covering the room. It feels like it's a hundred degrees as Genos slowly eats the rest of the pancakes; Saitama makes sure he gets every last single bite.
Miraculously, the thought of one of his dirty dreams pops into Genos's head and as much as he tries to get rid of the thought it just won't go away, persistently it lingers. The thought of Saitama kissing his neck and biting him with teeth while pulling his hair, his burning hands tracing the lines of his hips. By now if Genos did speak, his voice would be a little breathless, stuttering and sloppy. He wonders if this is what being drunk is like.
Genos can't help but shift around a bit, from each bite to next, unable to look Saitama on directly. He wishes that the hero would stop staring at him. He can feel his eyes practically burning into his chest. He wonders if Saitama has some sort of laser vision because it certainly feels like he does.
He's almost done with his meal and there's only one piece left. Saitama mops up the rest of the syrup with it so that's its dripping a little bit and he quickly feeds it to Genos, but regardless of speed a bit still dribbles onto the corner of his mouth. Just as Genos goes to wipe it off, Saitama beats him to it.
"Here let me..."
Genos is completely and utterly still. His eyes reach Saitama's, who's looking at his lips, entirely focused on them and Genos swears he can't breathe right now even if he tried, all the oxygen pent up in his chest as he holds his breath. Saitama touches him gently, his hand lightly touching the side of Genos's face, brushing against his cheek as his thumb wipes away the syrup, brushing along his lips ever so slowly, dragging them only slightly with the moment.
The place where Saitama is touching him feels like its burning, like Saitama is forever branding him with his touch so everyone knows that he's his and honestly Genos doesn't think that's such a bad idea right now. He's melting underneath his touch; he allows himself to lean into his hand ever so slightly, moving just a little bit. Genos feels like the entire moment is fragile as glass and if he moves to quickly it'll smash to pieces and honestly he wants to hold onto it for as long as possible. His chest is fiery and alive as Saitama holds his position for a second, looking like he wants to say something but he doesn't. More than anything Genos just wants him to ram their mouths together and kiss him as hard as possible because he's just dying to know what it feels like.
Then all of the sudden, Saitama's hand pulls back from him entirely and Genos can feel disappointment dropping in his stomach like a ton of bricks, until he watches what Saitama does next.
Genos makes a noise that doesn't even sound human, something between a whine and a strangled moan that makes him quickly cover up his own mouth with his hand as if to smother it, eyes still locked on Saitama. The older man looks at him the entire time he holds holds his thumb to his own mouth, licking the syrup off of it in a almost sensual way that has Genos's face a ruddy red color, a coiling sensation gathering into the pit of his stomach.
Genos is mixed in between wanting to kiss Saitama and running away out of a lack of anything to say about the humiliating noise he just made and of course, the running away side wins inevitably. Before Saitama can make out his next words, Genos is up off of the couch and practically run-walking down the hallway to his room, leaving Saitama on the couch. He squeaks out a quick thank you for the meal and then quickly enters his room and locks the door, fingers trembling as he does so.
He goes straight for his bed, flopping onto it and smothering his face into the pillows. He tries to ignore how his cock is stiffening against the mattress and he refuses to touch it, trying to focus on nothing but his breathing. He grabs the covers hard, his damaged hand shaking still. He only moves to let himself breathe, hot air spilling past his lips as he groans and frowns, face still red.
He replays the scene over and over again in his head, completely mortified at his reaction to Saitama licking up the last of the syrup. He looked at Genos like he wanted to attack him or something. Genos loses the amount of time he lays there; the light outside of his bedroom window turns dark. Finally when Genos calms down some, thinking about what he should do from here on out.
He can't talk to Saitama about it.
What would he say? By now he thinks, its pretty obvious how he feels and if he's lucky then Saitama will ignore it and forgive him for how he acted. He just can't imagine Saitama liking him more than a friend. If anything what happened out there had to be a joke.
Eventually, Genos grows tired from the day's events and falls asleep on his bed, thinking of how Saitama looked at him, as if he could see straight through him.