Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

56 - The Aftermath

"Ow!"

"Don't move."

"How bad is it?" Izuku asked, biting his lip as he risked a glance over his shoulder to find the bastard struggling not to laugh.

"It's umm," Katsuki cleared his throat, "not that bad."

"Liar," he muttered pathetically as he turned back around and laid there, trying to pretend that he didn't have major rug burn covering the back of his arms, back and ass.

Katsuki chuckled as he leaned forward and kissed the top of his shoulders, one of the few places that wasn't covered with rug burns.

"It's not that bad," the man clearly lied, because every inch of his back and bottom was on fire.

Fire!

"Is-Is it bleeding?" he asked, worrying his bottom lip, praying that Katsuki did a better job of lying to him this time.

A long drawn out sigh was his answer.

"I'm really sorry, Tink."

At that, he buried his face in his pillow.

"It was worth it," he mumbled, because it had been worth it...

At least it had been, until the most intense orgasm of his life had slowed down that he'd realized that his back was on fire.

That's when he may have started freaking out... a bit.

Katsuki chuckled as he gently ran his big fingers through Izuku's hair. "I'm glad that you think so."

"It was," he solemnly said with a nod and a little sniffle.

"I'm a little out of my league with this one," Katsuki admitted with a sigh, which made him a little nervous because that meant-

"We have two choices here, Tinkerbelle," Katsuki said, taking Izuku's hand into his and placing a gentle smile on his palm. "I can either take you to the emergency room or go get my brother."

Yeah, that's what he figured Katsuki was going to say.

"I'm fine," he said, and he was, just as long as he didn't move or care that seventy percent of his body was on fire.

"Deku," Katsuki said, giving Izuku's hand a small squeeze, "you've got some serious rug burn from a hotel carpet. Besides the fact that it looks really painful, I'm concerned about all the bacteria."

"I'll just rinse off in the shower. It will be fine," he said, moving to do just that when Katsuki decided to go into detail.

"Tink, it's a hotel room carpet," The man stressed. "It's probably coated with dirt, sweat, rotten food, urine, semen, fecal-."

"Okay," Izuku rushed out, cutting Katsuki off as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about all the bacteria coating his body before speaking again.

"Go get your brother!"

*****

"Get the germs out. Get them out." Izuku muttered into his pillow, his small hands gripping the pillow he had his face buried in, tightly.

"He'll be here soon," Katsuki said soothingly as he glanced down at his watch, wondering what was taking his brother so damn long to get his ass there.

"It's gross!" Izuku whined miserably into his pillow.

"Shh, I know, sweetheart. I know," he said, gently rubbing Izuku's leg as he tried not to look at the damage he'd done to his back and bottom.

He may have lost control a little at the end there...

"No more sex on hotel floors," Izuku muttered.

"Definitely," he easily agreed, because as far as tactical plans went, he'd seriously fucked this one up.

He should have waited and gone with his plans to make this special for Izuku.

He should have gone with his favorite flowers, sleigh rides, holding him in front of the fire, champagne, chocolate and- oh, fuck.

Swallowing, he stood up and walked over to the bag he'd dropped.

Even before he picked the bag up, he already knew he'd fucked up more than just the rug burn.

He picked up the bag, looked inside and closed his eyes in defeat.

Condoms.

He'd forgotten to wear a condom, something that he'd never done before. His father had drilled it into his head to always use a condom.

Always.

And most importantly, he and Izuku had talked about it and agreed upon it.

Dropping the bag on the coffee table, he walked back over to the bed and sat down.

"Tinkerbelle?"

"Hmm?"

"I have to tell you something."

"What's that?"

"I, um," he started to say, only to pause to take a deep breath, "I didn't use a condom."

"Oh, crap," Izuku muttered with a groan that ended with an, "Ow!" when Katsuki tried to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Sorry," Katsuki said, wondering just how badly he was going to end up fucking this whole thing up.