Just the Two of Us (Karma x Nagisa)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Nagisa squeaked. Strip?! Karma didn't look fazed at what he said. "I mean, we're going to bed, right? Strip for me."

The smaller boys eyes widened. "You didn't have t-to say it that way!" Karma smirked before leaning down right next to Nagisa's ear. The blunette squeezed his eyes shut has he felt the red heads breath. His cheeks flushed.

"Strip, or else I'll do it for you."

Karma didn't seem to wait for an answer, because he was already pulling at the hem of Nagisa's black v-neck. Nagisa gasped and brought up his hands, playing with the red strands of hair as a sign to stop. Karma growled, a low rumble in his chest that made the blunette jump.

"N-Nagisa..."

Nagisa glanced at the taller boys reddish-orange eyes, an emotion swirling through. Is that... lust? No. Karma can't be in love with him. They're guys, and Karma's his best friend.

Best friends don't strip each other.

Nagisa groaned as he felt the room temperature air hit his stomach. Karma had started to pull off his shirt.

Best friends don't get into the position you're in now.

Nagisa had to agree with that. His legs wrapped loosely around Karma's hips. Karma pressed his lower half into Nagisa, making him give out a breathy moan.

Best friends don't do that.

"A-alright. I'll sleep with you."

"And you'll strip?" Karma's hands dared to wander lower.

The blunette nodded quickly. Karma smirked.

Slowly, Karma pulled himself from Nagisa and let him stand. The smaller boy went to one side of the room as the red head went to the other.

"Don't worry, I'll get ready for bed as well."

Both boys turned away from each other, slowly taking off their clothes. Nagisa blushed as he slowly pulled off the baggy jeans.

"I have some sweatpants in my dresser somewhere, just dig around." Luckily, Nagisa was the closest one to the wardrobe so he didn't have to look at Karma. He fished around until he spotted some sweatpants in the corner. Quickly, he slipped them on and sighed, still a size too big.

"Pass me a pair."

Nagisa grabbed another pair of sweatpants and turned around. He blinked. Once, twice, maybe thrice. Karma was... shirtless?

Karma's collar bone really stuck out, his perfectly toned chest looked more appealing. He slowly trailed his eyes down, and gaped. The faint lines of a 6-pack clung to his body. Well, he is a delinquent. The jeans hung loosely around Karma's hips, showing off a v-line. Nagisa wondered if the jeans he was wearing felt honored. His arms weren't as skinny as Nagisa's, but he wasn't totally muscular. His arms seemed strong and steady.

The red head turned to see what the wait was until he saw the blunette staring. He smirked triumphantly. He gestured to his body, flipping the hair out of his eyes.

"Like what you see?" Nagisa blushed, turning his deepest red as he threw the sweatpants across the room and turned away shyly. I was caught staring! Nagisa scolded himself.

Karma laughed and they both turned around again. The small boy felt self-conscious. He totally forgot about his many chest and back injuries and he didn't want to freak out Karma. He opted for keeping the v-neck on. Karma would understand.

He heard the bed creak as Karma laid on his side, smirking victoriously. He watched the blunette wince, then turn around with a small smile and sit on his side of the bed. The red head frowned.

"Your shirts still on." Nagisa flinched. "Um, yeah. I don't really want to take it off." Karma's frown deepened.

"I said strip. Do you want me to do it for you?" Nagisa stared at him. "No..."

"Then strip."

"I-I don't want to."

"It's unfair. Why do you get to wear a shirt and I don't?" Nagisa scowled. "I never said you had to take off your shirt."

"But my bed gets hot if you wear a shirt," Karma whined. Nagisa shrugged. "I'll deal with it."

Karma gave him a serious look. "No. Take off your shirt." Nagisa flinched as Karma slowly lifted his black cover up, until he quickly moved off the bed.

"Okay, okay! Fine..."

Karma smiled happily and sat back to watch the show. Nagisa winced as he grabbed his shirt. Here goes nothing. His lifted the shirt painfully slow, feeling his injuries burn as they saw the light of day. Once the shirt was off, he discarded it to the side, flinching as he heard a quick intake of breath. Here it comes.

He slowly turned around, his injuries and scabs showing. His eyes slowly met Karma's, but he wasn't on the bed.

The blunette looked up at the foot of the bed and there stood Karma, a shocked and piss off look on his face. Karma slowly walked forward, a hand clenching and unclenching.

Nagisa's eyes widened in fear, slowly backing up against a wall. The red head was too busy fuming to see he was scaring the smaller boy. The blunette flinched when he felt the cold wall meet his back, and Karma still walked towards him.

In fright, Nagisa covered himself with his arms. "I'm sorry!" He said, a few pitches higher than his normal voice. His eyes hid behind his eyelids as he prepared himself for a slap. A punch. Whatever Karma was going to do.

He waited for about 10 seconds, but nothing came. Slowly, Nagisa opened up his arms and opened his eyes, seeing a hazy Karma above him. The red head stared down at him, Nagisa almost said something until he felt a drop of water fall from the sky onto his cheek. His blue eyes widened. Not from the sky, but from the boy above him.

Karma was crying, and he was confused.

"Kar...ma?" He said it slowly in a whisper. Karma bent down and scooped up the blunette, holding him a few inches above the ground and took him into a crushing hug. Nagisa's feet dangled uselessly, so he wrapped his stray limbs onto Karma's waist and breathed in the familiar scent of the red head.

There was a long silence as they held each other, feeling content.

"What happened." Came Karma's strained voice. His tears seemed to be gone, but his voice was still gravelly.

Nagisa sighed and continued to tell Karma about his past. The blunette didn't even think about the consequences of someone knowing, he just spilled. He trusted Karma with his past, he knew he wouldn't tell a soul.

"So, on Friday, when you wore a different shirt, you were trying to hide your injuries?" Nagisa nodded and stared at his shoulder. The 4 crescent marks were still perfectly there, a small scab on each. Karma followed his eyes and saw the 4 crescents. His eyes narrowed, letting go of one of Nagisa's sides and traced his hand on the crescents. He saw Nagisa's reaction, a shiver while he closed his eyes, letting out a small whimper. Karma hugged him closer to his body, exploring the many injuries on the blunettes back and getting the same delicious reaction out of each caress.

"And when did this all start?" Nagisa opened his eyes slowly, and whispered. "When my dad left us."

"And the reason why you were at my door?" Nagisa explained how he got there and why. He also explained the girl clothing, making Karma look surprised.

I wonder how hot he looks in a maid costume. Karma shook his head. What was this feeling?

"I'm not letting you go back to her. I'm not letting anyone have you." Nagisa nodded, a tired look in his eye.

Karma carried the smaller boy to bed, laying him gently on his side while he went over to his. Nagisa stared at Karma as he turned off the light.

"Good night, Karma."

"Good night, Nagisa."