A Whale Shark's Ray (Free!)(SousukexOC)(Boyxboy)

Chapter 15

After finishing up with our bathing, we each got dressed in pajamas. Or rather, he put on his equivalent to pajamas and I put on a pair of sweatpants.

Kind of awkward sleeping next to someone you feel affection and sexual desire towards when they're only wearing underwear. I swear, he can really freak me out sometimes..

"Munto, you still need your medicine."

I grumble from where I'm sitting on the bed, as I'd been about to put my shirt on. Besides, I'm not sure how comfortable I am with him touching my back while dressed like that.

"Why aren't you looking at me? You're usually staring me in the eyes right now. Something wrong?"

"..clothes..."

"What?"

"I said 'put on some clothes'!!"

I snap at him, looking at him with a small glare, but there's no anger or hostility behind it. He shrugs, then smiles at me with an odd gleam in his eyes.

"I know you can't resist, little ray."

I look away, unable to help it. I can't even believe those words just came out of his mouth. I don't really remember him being this.... Naughty.

..............

.............

I love it.

"I'm sorry, is that really you speaking or whatever's in your pants?"

"Both. Now come here and let me touch you."

I sigh to try and calm my nerves, though it doesn't do much to help.

"Stop sending those kinds of signals my way, you horny whale shark..."

"What?"

"Nothing, just talking to myself."

"Sounded foreign... Oh, were you speaking your native language?"

The lotion is cold, but I try to stay still. His touch feels heavenly, and combined with the smell of him and the lotion, I feel at ease.

"Japanese is my native language. Arabic is just... habitual."

"It's pretty when you speak it."

"Is it? I think it's beautiful when sung."

"Do you have a favorite song?"

"In Arabic...? Well... Not really.."

"Are you always this tense? You're practically a rock..."

"I wouldn't really know... Can't reach my back very well."

"Satoshi doesn't touch your back?"

"Pfft, he's too busy trying to climb into my lap. He's always done it since we were little, but it's kind of weird now."

"I thought you two were the same age?"

"I've always been the bigger of us."

"Big? No, you're small."

"You're quite seriously the only one who thinks that."

Silence returns. My mind turns to other things at the loss of the distraction. Other, darker things. I'm afraid of Sati. We started out fine, until his possessiveness started getting a little overboard. He's a manipulator, made of a complex web of lies. Just thinking about him coming into my home and potentially hurting someone I care about brings a nauseous knot to my stomach. Sati's tall, taller than me and even Sousuke. He knows how to handle every inch of his body to its full potential, making him far stronger than swimmer-body me. But the worst part is his words. They eat at you, stab at the weakest and sorest parts of your mind until you're a groveling mess on the ground. I would know..

I'm snapped from my silent reverie by a hand covering my eyes, another placed on top of my own fisted hand upon my thigh. It startles me at first, but I don't move. Instead, my fists relax, opening to lay flat. Only now do I notice the throbbing at my temples, headache brought on by my own tired thinking. All energy seems to suddenly drain from me as the hand covering my eyes is removed.

"Are you done?"

It's clear in his tone that he doesn't really know what I was doing to begin with, but I nod my head anyways. The hand covering my own moves so it's holding my hand in it's palm, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of my hand. I look behind me to see Sousuke frowning a bit. Whatever I was doing must've worried him... I turn my head away to look down at our hands.

"...sorry..."

"It's fine. You okay?"

Why is it that you ask the most painful questions? The ones that have no answers, the ones that leave me tearing myself to pieces to see if somewhere, in some dusty corner, there's something I can use to give you one?

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Alright."

He get up to turn the lights off, while I pull on my shirt and curl up beneath the covers. I keep myself facing the wall. The room turns dark, and I hear him get into bed behind me. The minutes go by slowly, painfully slowly. Until finally I hear the even breathing that tells me he's asleep.

The tears spill then, on their silent journey across my face and into the pillow. I don't make a sound.

I stayed like that until the sky just barely began to lighten, when my eyes finally closed and I drifted away. Though whether I went to a peaceful place, I will never know.