I Want To Paint Your Lips

Chapter 4

"It's okay Del," Evan said loudly. "I'll do your paint as soon as you're done showering, okay? Do you want me to wash it all off now?" he asked softly. Delirious whimpered at the words. "If I take it all off now I can put it on nicer afterwards. I'll put it on very carefully and it will look much nicer than if I don't take it all off now."

The man shook and shuddered, knees looking like they wanted to buckle, if the bar wasn't there. "O-okay." His voice was very small and quiet, and he let Evan slowly come closer, picking up a cloth and standing just out of the water spray. He turned, one eye almost completely washed off and half the white around his mouth gone.

"It's alright," Evan murmured, soaking the cloth and wiping at the man's face. His eyes rested shut, wincing with each swipe. His hands were curled tightly around the bar. "Talk to be, Delirious, what would you like to eat for dinner? I can get you past again like last night, or maybe I could get you chicken tonight. Would you prefer that? What do you want?"

"Chicken." One word. Short. Fast. They were distracting him.

"Focus on my voice Delirious, count to ten for me?"

"One. Two. Three." Shaky gasp, both the eyes were gone now. "Four. F-five." His jaw clenched. He stopped.

Evan grabbed his arm, squeezing gently as his hand accepted the raining water. "Keep going, you can do it."

"Six. Seven. Eight, nine, ten." He rushed the words out gasping in and out as I wiped the red from around and on his lips. Before Evan even told him to, he began counting back down. It wasn't the best way to calm down but with Delirious, it was all he could do. Count. "Ten. Nine. Eight. S-seven." He kept his eyes closed, Evan humming to him as he turned the water off and grabbed the towel hanging on the rack beside them. He wrapped it around the bigger man's shoulders. "Six. Five. Four... T-three. T...two. One." He let out a big sigh, Evan unlocking his hands from the rings so he could dry himself slowly with the towel, eyes still closed.

"Are you alright?" Evan asked. He received a small nod, eyes blinking open only to stare at the floor. He didn't say a word and Evan took one of his cuffed hands loosely. As soon as he started leading Delirious, the bigger man tightly locked their fingers, a hold that Evan didn't think he'd find himself out of very easily. Delirious slid on a new pair of pants and sat down on the bench in front of one of the mirrors, blinking hatefully at his bare face. He obediently slipped his hands into the fresh level three strait jacket, hugging his chest in that familiar positioning as his caretaker did up all the buckles, locking him in place and confining him once again.

Retrieving the face paints and lipstick, Evan stood in front of his patient and wiped his face with the towel, drying little droplets so he had dry skin to paint on. He rested his eyelids shut, his lips pulled down in a sad frown. In a few seconds, the brunette's phone was playing jumpy music on a low volume, something for the guy to focus on other than the silence. Resting three fingers on his jaw, Evan began slowly dabbing white paint over his eyelid and curving the oval over his eyebrow and just above his cheekbone. He did the same on the other side, filling it in with a thick layer before drawing out the wide white grin, just up to the edges of his lips.

The paint dried onto his skin, excess crumbling like dust on his pants, and Evan began doing thin lines to outline the edges of the white patches with red and green, not over doing it, but just enough to make it look clown-like and pristine. He dipped a thin brush in green and swiped it down from the top of his eyebrow over his eyelid and stopping just below his eye. He did the same for the other side before getting the red lipstick and painting around his lips, up into a grin with two circles topping the ends. He carefully filled in the man's dry lips, finishing the face of Delirious.

He stepped away to the side, allowing the man to blink his eyes open and study himself in the mirror. Evan closed everything up, rinsed the brushes in the sinks and zipped up his bag. When he stood he found Delirious pushing up against his body, head falling on the brunette's shoulder.

"I can't," Delirious grunted, wriggling his arms in discomfort as they were pinned between the two of them, "hug you." His voice was low and sad, genuinely upset by the fact that he was unable to hug the man for doing his makeup and helping him back to himself.

With a small laugh, Evan wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders, drawing a little contented sound from the patient. He let his arms fall after a few long seconds and Delirious grinned over his shoulder, drawing back and pressing a kiss to his cheek again, just the same as yesterday.

"Delirious!" Evan whined, glancing at the big red splotch on his cheek. The man cackled, shuffling back away from Evan to sit back down. The Asian man rolled his eyes, turning to Bryce and Ohm who were making very slow progress. But progress. "Think you got it?" Bryce looked up and smiled weakly, nodding with slight reluctance. He was determined to work with Ohm whether the mysterious man accepted that or not. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then, give me a shout if he doesn't behave."

Then the two were gone, Delirious' laugh floating in the air as the door shut the two of them in together. Bryce was doing alright at keeping his cheeks a normal pale colour, but Ryan was definitely persistent and his flirting was definitely doing things to his head... and undoubtedly, his dick.

So far, the jacket was on at least, his arms were in his sleeves. Just had to do the buckles and chains and they could go; but Ohm's firm stare and smirk followed Bryce's every movement and it was very hard to focus on making sure everything was tight enough and in the right place.

"Are you a virgin, Brycey?" he purred as Bryce pulled his sleeves to his back. The boy swallowed, doing the two big buckles up successfully before coming back round to the front of the bunny-eared man. The ears had gone back on as soon as his hair was dry.

He got started on the buckles at forearms but Ohm wouldn't stop shifting and wriggling. "I really don't think my sex life has any importance to you," Bryce said as evenly as he could. Ohm laughed, deep in his throat, a smirk in his lips.

"It is when I'm going to be a part of it." Bryce sucked in a breath, choking on it in his throat as Ohm chuckled.

The blonde coughed his throat clear, cheeks burning as he kept his eyes on the buckle, threading the leather through with shaky fingers. He nearly poked the metal through before Ohm tugged his arms apart and the leather slipped out. Bryce shoved a hand against the man's chest, flustered and impatient, and pushed him flat back against the wall behind him.

"What will it take for you to stop talking and be still so I can get this done and take you back," he snapped, putting an edge in his voice that did nothing but make the maniac laugh.

Unhidden eyes slid up, twisting his mouth in a thoughtful smirk as he genuinely thought about what he wanted in order for his compliance. His eyes slid back to the fiery baby blues of the tall boy in front of him. "Maybe you could do something with that tongue of yours; I bet you have enough talent to shut me up," he taunted, leaning forward against the hand that was still on his chest.

Bryce refused to be affected by his words, throwing all fucks out the window as he shoved him back again, following him and crushing his lips against Ohm's smirk. His free hand shot around to the back of his patient's head, gripping his hair and tilting his head, tongue diving in to dance with that of the very amused, very satisfied man. For several moments, Bryce used his "talent" and silence filled the bathrooms, his hands briefly forgetting their task as Ohm moaned lightly into his mouth, sending blood rushing between his legs. Bryce sucked on Ohm's bottom lip, dragging it through his teeth.

The blonde pulled back, dropping his eyes to the last two buckles and yanking the leather through the buckles tightly, breathing heavy. He grabbed the piece of grey ribbon, shifting around behind Ohm and tying it over his eyes. The patient still had a smirk on his kiss-bruised lips, very satisfied but silent. He let himself be chained, and crippled, and didn't say a word as he was lead back to his room, Bryce walking strong and quick until he was giving Ohm a push into his room and leading him over to the wall where the collar hung.

The patient stretched his head up, giving Bryce all the room he needed to tighten the leather around his neck before stepping back and glaring down at him. "I know what you're trying to do and even though I enjoyed that, I am not that easily manipulated, Ohm," he snapped, stubborn and irritated. "Get some sleep." And with that he turned and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Ohm to kick his feet up on the bench and smirk to himself.