The lost continent

Chapter 13

Kirishima is vomiting before he even knows he’s awake- he feels the acidic upturn of his stomach and the next thing he knows he’s heaving onto the sand beside him. The morning light didn’t even wake him, because after he wipes his mouth with the back of his arm he sees the sun is already high in the sky. It makes his head pound.

“Bakugou! He’s awake!” Mina’s shouting hurts, too. She’s on her way to the into the river that runs to the ocean, to wash the sand and sleep from her body. “He’s gettin’ water for you, hun.”

“Thanks.” Kirishima says- and promptly vomits again. He’s not sure if this is worse than seasickness or not- at least then he didn’t have a headache to boot.

Kirishima manages to sit up, and he feels sand sticking to him in literally every crevice of his body. When he moves his head it shakes out of his hair. He sees Bakugou walking over to him, still in the nude, but he’s carrying clothes over his arm and one of the water pails from the ship in his arms. Kirishima is grateful when he hands him the ladle, but he’s overcome again with nausea, and turns quickly to project his stomach contents in the opposite direction of his captain.

“Sorry.” Kirishima says weakly. He expects Bakugou to make fun of him, but he just helps him sit up and offers him the water again.

He tucks Kirishima’s hair behind his ears and snorts. “Better or worse than seasickness?”

“I can’t tell.” Kirishima says wearily.

Bakugou laughs softly. “You’ll feel better soon. We’ll wash up and then go into town.”

“Yeah, I’m really hungry.” Kirishima says. He looks at the wet spots around him...everything in his stomach was certainly gone.

He splashes his face with the remaining water, and when he stands he feels the weakness settle into his body. He feels drained from the hangover and his head hurts with the sun beating down on it, and his muscles are sore, like they are after he and-

Kirishima whips his head towards Bakugou, maybe a little too fast for his hungover body to agree with right away. He blinks his eyes carefully, steadying his gaze.

Bakugou tilts his head, then breaks into a wide grin, knowing. “You’re fuckin’ somethin’ else, Kiri.”

Kirishima’s cheeks flare up and he holds them with his hands, embarrassed. “Um, I remember, but… it’s foggy. The crew wasn’t there, right? Like they remembered to leave?”

“They weren’t so drunk they couldn’t hear ya though.” Bakugou says, patting his hand. “C’mon, let’s get that fucking sand off.”

Kirishima follows him to the river shore, where the tide ebbs and flows, still gentle in the quiet cove. He’s furrowing his eyebrows, thinking hard- he knows they had sex, but he’s afraid of what might’ve come out of his mouth- how drunk did you have to be to forget what you’ve said? Was he that kind of drunk?

“Did I um… say anything weird?” Kirishima asks, uncertain. He figures if he confessed his love Bakugou would maybe bring it up? Even to tease about it. He has a sudden drop in his stomach that has nothing to do with nausea when he considers Bakugou’s affections being less than his own feelings. He pushes the feelings aside, unwilling to consider them.

Bakugou thinks. He bends down, rubbing the water over his legs. Kirishima follows his example, washing the sand away. It feels good.

“Well, you’ve certainly gotten used to callin’ my name.” Bakugou says. He washes the water over his thighs, around his dick, and Kirishima still finds himself staring at his skin, covered with ink and pretty, and his cock, hung long and thick, the whole reason Kirishima is wincing as he cleans himself in the salt water.