Withering Head Wounds - Soudam

The Lack of Trust

"No no! I-I don't mind at all! As long as y-you are comfortable, I have no reason to...stop you..." Gundham could barely look at Kazuichi at all, his thoughts already being bad enough with his gaze turned away. "I can provide you with some undergarments if you wish...I-I understand if it'll make you feel more comfortable." At this point, Gundham was fiddling with his necklace as a minor distraction, biting his tongue to hold back everything he wished to say and do. Why did Kazuichi have to do this to him now before he had the chance to properly communicate how he felt?
"O-Or I could get...your undergarments clean quickly!" He hadn't even thought about the fact that this way he would be holding them. He had been trying not to think about the fact that he'd be washing Kazuichi's clothes...what he'd been wearing all day...probably covered in the boy's scent. God, he hated how much of a perv he must sound like. He was fine if he didn't act on anything, right?
Kazuichi had leant himself back against the kitchen counter, awkwardly looking anywhere but at Gundham. He initially was going to just go without underwear until the morning, but now after seeing him like that, he felt much too uncomfortable to remain how he was. "Uh...yeah, if ya don't mind, could ya quickly wash mine...?" He mumbled. It didn't feel right wearing Gundham's, not at this point at least.

This meetup was only supposed to help him cope better with the loss of Sonia, and now it was spiralling into something he didn't even know. Maybe it was just unintentional? They were both teenagers. Kazuichi knew more than anyone how randomly they could get hard out of nowhere. He had to stop judging him so harshly...

"Yes of course!" Gundham seemed to say so suddenly, shifting his position as he tried to ignore how sensitive he was right now. "I-I shall go do that immediately! It should only be half an hour and then they shall be dry for you! I'll make sure to...give your other garments more of a proper wash." He seemed to laugh nervously, slowly and awkwardly making his way out of the kitchen. How could he just let himself get so carried away like that? Had Kazuichi seen? Was he uncomfortable?
God he was such an idiot...how would Kazuichi ever forgive him? Though...they were practically the same with their infatuations so perhaps he'd understand.
Gundham was quick to fish out the underwear from the clothes basic, trying not to admire it for too long as he tossed it into the washing machine with a small amount of detergent before setting it on the fastest setting. Well, it would seem with this that they'd have some time to kill.
The breeder headed towards his room, letting out a frustrated groan as he shut the door. He couldn't deal with it now. He needed to ignore it. Gundham decided it was probably best for him to change clothes entirely. So, he took off his bandages and instead pulled on a longer shirt, a thin glove over his battered hand instead, at least until Kazuichi was asleep. He made sure to actually put on some underwear and baggy pants to hopefully hide his issue a bit more. It certainly wasn't as obvious, but someone like Kazuichi would still probably pick up on it. With his jewellery taken off and his contact removed, Gundham looked practically like a different person. He would've preferred to keep the contact in, but he wasn't used to wearing it consistently for this long so he would rather be safe. Grabbing his glasses and laptop, Gundham went to the living room to sit in the armchair without another word to Kazuichi.

The mechanic on the other hand decided not to think about it too much.

He tried to shrug off the behaviour, walking over to the living room where he had placed his bedding and sat down on the couch. He leaned against his pillow and pulled the blanket over himself as he picked up the remote and turned the television on. He didn't know how long the other was going to take, but he didn't want to sit there alone with his thoughts.
After a short while, the incident began to shift back to the back of his mind— that was, until he saw the other coming back. He lifted his head a little to glance over at him. Had he...fixed his problem? Gundham was wearing completely different clothes. Kazuichi's eyes unintentionally trailed down to his lower half once again before quickly looking away, the light blush returning to his cheeks once more. He could tell that he was still hard, although it was obvious that he was definitely trying to hide it now. But he knew a boner when he saw one - he was used to hiding his own fairly regularly. He gulped before quickly glancing back at the television, staying silent as Gundham moved to sit in the armchair next to him.
The silence was uncomfortable, and he couldn't get past the thoughts in his head. He needed to know if he was the cause of it. Was Gundham attracted to him or something? It would explain the weird way he had been acting while he was over, but it could also just be due to how overwhelmed he was by everything. That explanation didn't make all too much sense, but he was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.