Be My Friend

Chapter 26: Devil's Choir

"What the hell is that?!" I nearly shout. I point to his define back and chest to the numerous bruises and cuts decorating his flesh. Some were healing quickly right before my eyes but I couldn't help to worry anyway.

"Sometimes there are demon uprisings." He shrugs as if it's no big deal. Fuck you mean? I think harshly. He quirks an eyebrow.

"'Demon uprisings?'" I repeat slowly. "And they did that to you?" I ask and run my hand along the wounds very gently, but I also want to smack him at the same time. 

"That's nothing. You should see them. I'm stronger than you think." He says with a straight face. A laugh breaks loose out of my throat. The sound echoes throughout the small tiled room.

"Whatever tough guy, says the dude who asked for bubbles." I snort sarcastically. "Now hurry up and get in the bath." I scoff. He's been trying to undo the buckle on his pants for the last five minutes but keeps slipping and fumbling. I squint my eyes at him accusingly; he was probably drinking before he came here. I watch him wobble backward and use his arm on the wall to steady himself.

I step forward and intervene before he faints. I undo the buckle and pull his pants down and can't help the blush spreading across my cheeks as he steps out of them further. I turn around and look away.

"I'm sure you can manage the rest," I say and head to the door as I hear the rippling of water echo behind me.

"Wait." His raspy voice stops me as soon as my hand was hovering above the door handle. I turn around to face him and suck in a sharp breath because I've forgotten he's already naked. My hand comes up and quickly covers my eyes in hopes of recovering my innocence. It doesn't work. Cover your junk. Your dick is not a gift. His laugh echoes against the walls and I feel my face blush ten times harder. Shut up, I know you can hear me, dickhead. 

"What do you want?" I hiss out, not at all pleased.

"I want you to join me." He says with no trace of humor despite laughing a minute ago. I cough in hopes of clearing the cotton from my throat. Did he really just say what I think he said? My hand clenches over my eyes even tighter. I heard Nym outside of the door trying to claw his way inside but after me ignoring him for the past five minutes he's seemingly given up with how noticeably quiet it now is. 

"I-um what?" I manage to get out. "Listen," I frown slightly, "I-I'm not like that. If you hadn't noticed I'm kind of demisex-" I begin but get cut off.

"I know." He says and I almost lower my hand in surprise. "I just like having you close." He admits and the cotton in my throat seems to intensify and the blush comes back to my cheeks.

"I..." Thinking for a moment. I sigh and lower my hand but keep my gaze far away from his southern region. "Fine -just- I don't know, cover up down there or something," I say and turn around to lower my hand from my face. I take off my pale blue sweater hesitantly. Then my black t-shirt and then my jeans and socks. "I'm leaving my boxers on. Just so you know." I declare aloud and bite my lip nervously. I turn around and cross my arms over my bare chest trying to look anywhere but his eyes.

"It's your call." He says with the hint of a smile. I make my way over to the ceramic bathtub and hesitantly lower myself into the very warm water. After a few moments, I sink back and let my muscles relax with our legs intertwined.