Finding True Love

Was it a lie?

Korn opened his eyes. The room was still dimly lit. Morning was still hours away. He blinked a few times before he could fully focus. In a few seconds Knock's peaceful sleeping form came into view. A few bad thoughts ran threw Korn's mind before he was reminded why he was awoken in the first place. All of the alcohol of the night was finally catching up with him. He needed the bathroom, and he needed it now. The only issue was that Knock had managed to wrap his arm around his shoulders, trapping him in place. Korn didn't have time to be gentle. With creative squirming he wiggled himself down out of Knock's arms, shoved a pillow in his place and rushed into the bathroom. Once his bladder was relieved he returned to the bedroom and his sleeping Knock. He stretched his arms high over his head, groaning softly as he stretched out the muscles. His arms froze mid stretch as his eyes locked with Knock.

"Shit." Korn said, dropping his arms.

"Nice greeting." Knock clutched the pillow Korn had used as a replacement to his chest.

"I just didn't want to wake you. Are you feeling any better?" Korn moved to the side of the bed. He sat down next to Knock, putting a hand to his forehead.

"Better?"

"Yeah. You said you were sick."

"Sick?"

Korn dropped his hand, his eyes opened wide. "You're not sick? God damn it and I worried for nothing."

"Sick? Right." Knock offered a fake cough.

"I thought your stomach hurt based on how you ate."

"Right." Knock dropped his hands to his stomach.

"You fucker." Korn stood up. "You lied to me."

"What, no. I wasn't feeling well earlier." Knock grabbed for Korn's hand, but he pulled away.

"Are you sure that wasn't some excuse?" Korn turned his back on Knock.

"Excuse? For what? "

"I don't know, you tell me."

"Korn I don't understand what's happening right now."

Korn shook his head. "While you think about it, I am going to take a shower. And when I come back I hope you have an answer."

Korn stalked into the bathroom without a glance back. He didn't want to show that he was smiling from ear to ear. Although Knock had lied about being sick Korn was relieved to find out he wasn't actually sick. It bothered him a little that Knock had lied, but in the end he was only happy that Knock was fine. But it didn't stop him from offering a small amount of punishment.

Korn stripped down and hopped into Knock's shower. He didn't mind using Knock's shower. Though he preferred using his own. Though it was less of an issue now that he had helped Knock clean up his mess more than once. He had to convince Knock that a wet cloth over every surface wasn't enough to really scrub things clean. He had given Knock some pointers. And as much as Knock showed no appreciation for them, he still followed through. Korn let the warm water wash over his skin. He slightly cursed himself for walking out on Knock. He could use someone to wash his back right now. But he would have to wait. Punishment is punishment. Korn did the best he could on his own. Scrubbing all his parts clean. It felt good after a night of drinking at the bar. Once he was satisfied he turned off the shower and toweled himself dry. The other room remained dead silent. Either Knock had gone back to sleep, or....

"Knock?"

"Hmm?"

"You still awake?"

"Mmm."