No strings attached

Pt.24- No solution.

Kirishima stared down at the now sleeping man. A million thoughts about what he'd just done- about what he'd just said coursed threw him. There was no way he'd actually done that. How could he have allowed himself to do something so stupid, so on a whim?

Perhaps it was one of those spur of the moment type situations, but if that was the case, why didn't he feel bad? Why did he feel bad about thinking that? If it was because of the heat of the moment, why did he say it after he kissed him, not before?

He couldn't come up with a logical answer. All he knew is that he had to get away from this man. As far away as he possibly could and figure out what the hell was going on. Because things clearly weren't the same, some how, some way, things had changed.

The straight path that they had engraved had bent. What he felt and wanted in the beginning was being called into question. He couldn't do this anymore.

He refused.

He took another glance at the man in the bed and grimaced. He wanted to run as far away as his legs could possibly take him. As far as any plane could take him to rid himself of all of this, but he just couldn't leave.

Not yet.

Being as quiet as he could, he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth, making his way back to Yokozawa and beginning to wipe him clean, grimacing slightly when he saw his seed dribbling out of the him.

Maybe...he should've worn a condom.

After taking responsibility and ensuring that the younger was clean, he made his way to the living room and sat on the recliner. He was going to spend the night. Something just wouldn't allow him to leave without explaining himself first, so he stayed.

He stayed awake all night. Only jolting slightly when he heard shuffling around.

A few long minutes passed until the other emerged from the room, totally clueless that the elder was still in his house. He trudged to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he chugged it.

"Good morning." Kirishima said, deciding to make his presence known.

Gray eyes widened. "O-oh, you're still here. I thought you had left because I woke up and you weren't there."

"I stayed because I want to talk to you about something."

Yokozawa sighed, placing his water down. "I'm sorry," he started.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry that I got drunk, but I swear, when I texted you I was sober."

"That's not what I wanted to talk about."

"Its not?" He grew confused, rubbing at his wrists that were slightly aching from having been binded that night. They were red from slight irritation, the scarf that had been used to tie them rubbed against them far too long.

"Ahh. I'm sorry about that. I put some ointment on them for you that I found in your first aid kit."

"Thanks. I noticed that you also...." He trailed off, a blush on his face.

"I mean- I dirtied you so it's only fair that I clean you up." Kirishima easily reassured before becoming serious. His face morphed into one of somber. He had prepared himself all night for this very encounter, for this very conversation, but now that the younger was actually standing in front of him, he hesitated. "So there was some things that I did last night that I'm not entirely proud of."

"Things? Like what?"

Didn't they just have sex last night? He couldn't remember to be honest. Everything was still an untraceable blur. He remembered texting the elder to come over and then getting drunk but couldn't recall anything after that. Had they done something else?