Debts

Ch. 5

Garou had woken up to silence. No talking from the TV and no flipping of pages. For a second he thought he slept through the entire day, but the sun was still up when he looked.
He seemed to be the only one home.
Flipping through the TV and finding the news station showed that Genos was after a monster, Saitama was probably with him as usual, the cyborg probably needed it.
He stretched with a yawn, standing up and heading to the bathroom. He thought about taking a small jog around the building, just borrow one of Saitama's hoodies just in case. He was sure the bald hero wouldn't mind. He'd probably rather have him take one instead of being caught.

Saitama looked at the TV, King's Dating Sim still going as they looked at the computer screen.
"You sure you wanna search this stuff? I could just do it at home," Saitama told.
"I figured Genos would be looking over your shoulder," King replied in a rather relaxed tone. Hell, Kings been more relaxed since they started hanging out. They've told each other secrets they've never told anyone else. He could count on King with anything he couldn't trust Genos with, or at least things the cyborg didn't understand.
Hell he could probably tell him about Garou and he probably wouldn't say anything about it to anyone. Might ask questions, but he knew of Saitama's strength.
"You sure? Wouldn't you be weirded out?" King shrugged.
"It wouldn't be the first time I've viewed this stuff," Saitama looked at him, surprised.
"Really?" King nodded. "When?" King hummed, thinking.
"I was probably 17,"
"Huh. Never would have imagined you watched gay porn,"
"Yeah. I was in high school and was curious," King told, typing away on his computer, a website popping up with porn ads on the sides. "I can't believe this websites still up,"
"How old is it?"
"Old," Saitama hummed, looking back at the screen.
"You sure you wanna watch this stuff with me around?" King shrugged.
"I doubt any of it's good. Last I saw it was pretty crappily made,"
"And your showing me these?"
"Only website I know that has cyborgs in it," Saitama hummed, remembering what he told King.

They've watched every video the website had, all were shit. The "cyborgs" were just dudes dressed up in chrome clothes with a hole on their backsides.
"Well that's all," King told, clicking off. Saitama sighed, sitting up.
"Those didn't help," Saitama admitted. King hummed.
"You could probably ask Pri-Pri-Prisoner for some websites. He might know some,"
"The guy who stares creepily at Genos?" King nodded. "I don't know," King hummed, thinking again. Saitama sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Maybe I'll just search some websites when I'm home alone,"
"Genos doesn't go through your search history?" Saitama shook his head. "I thought he would trying to figure out the cause of your strength,"
"He just takes notes on what I do for the day or what words I can come up with," King nodded. "So what now?"
"What time is it?" They both leaned forward to look at King's magic anime girl clock. "I guess we could finish this game. If you want you can talk a bit more," Saitama nodded.
They continued chatting while King played the dating sim, Saitama commenting on the game while talking about his thoughts. He slipped somewhere about flesh, but he hoped that King would just think nothing of it.

Saitama sighed, closing his apartment door, finding it empty, again. He wondered where Garou wondered off to, opening the apartment door to find the blond just about to grab the door knob, eyes surprised for a slight moment, wearing one of Saitama's hoodies. Man did it look good on him, Saitama thought, breifly looking along the defined muscles underneath the sleeves.
"Hey," Saitama greeted moving out of the way for Garou to enter, seeing some sweat on his brow. "Go jogging or something?" Garou nodded, pulling Saitama's hoodie off.
"What-"
"You can just put in the laundry basket if you want," Saitama cut him off. Garou nodded, doing just that.

Genos came home a couple hours later a bag of groceries and clothes in hand. Handing the clothes to Garou and handing Saitama two boxes of phones and then leaving to place the rest of the stuff in the bag to their rightful place.
Saitama takes the phone labbeled with a big "G" out of its box, setting it up and adding both his and Genos' numbers into the phone.
"Here," Saitama says, handing Garou the phone. "It's got minutes and data. I've already set me and Genos' numbers in there. Along with an emergency contact number, which is just my hero cell phone," he adds, watching as the blonde plays around with the phone, getting a feel for it. "Other than that. It's yours, you can do whatever really with it, just keep it on you okay?" Garou nods. "Okay," When Genos returns he's teaching Garou how to use the cell phones multiple functions while Saitama read a manga of his.

Genos hummed, cutting up veggies for a soup that he had learned from Bang, who had mentioned that most of his students had enjoyed it. He planned on making it anyways, but Garou being there had reminded him of it.
"That smells good," Saitama's voice hummed. Genos smiled, feeling prideful. "Didn't Bang make this once?" He whispered.
"Yes, you enjoyed it so much I had asked him for the recipe," Genos replied. "He was more than happy to give it," Saitama hummed again, sniffing the scent coming from the pot. "It should be done soon,"
"Alright. Me and Garou will set the table up," and with that Saitama left the kitchen.
When Genos entered the dining/living room, the table was neatly set, a mat set for the pot and bowls all around. Garou was already sitting there, watching TV from the looks of it while Saitama continued reading his manga.
"Dinners ready," Genos told, placing the pot down, pouring the soup into Saitama's bowl first, and pouring Garou's next before pouring his own.
"Smells good!" Saitama complimented again, quickly digging in. Genos peaked at Garou, watching him sniff and his brows lower.
"Is everything alright, Garou?" Genos asked, trying hard not to look smug. All he gained was a nod and the blonde started eating.

Garou was the one to do dishes as Saitama packed the rest of the soup in a container.
"Must've been good, huh?" Saitama commented. "You've had at least three bowls," The hero hummed. "It was pretty good soup. That old man sure knows how to make a recipe,"
That's where it was from.
"So. Thinking tomorrow, it's supposed to be in the 100's, so, how about we all go to the beach?"
"The beach?" Garou copied, looking at him questioningly.
"Yeah. Y'know where there's sand and the ocean,"
"Wouldn't I get caught. Is what I'm asking," Saitama "oh'd"
"Genos says he's found one that's not that populated. Though I'm sure heroes would be thrown off by you in a swimsuit," Garou raised a brow at him. "You're not going nude at a public beach,"
"I don't have any trunks," Garou heard as Saitama placed the container in the fridge.
"Neither do me and Genos. So we can shop an hour or two ahead," Garou hummed, turning the faucet off and drying off his hands as the sink drained.

Saitama helped wipe the counter off, even though there wasn't much to wipe off. From how wild Garou looked, he was a very clean person. He never really made much of a mess, except when eating. Sometimes Saitama would find him with some food on the corner of his mouth, and watch as discreetly as he could as the blonde quickly licked it off.
He felt guilty when he'd have dirty thoughts of him, he was with Genos, which nobody knew about. They kept it secret so the hero association didn't kick them out.
They weren't the only secret couple either. King and Fubuki were a surprise couple, And he only knew about them because they told them. Yet he and Genos never told them about their relationship.
Saitama looked over when he heard a yawn, seeing Garou cover his mouth with the back of his hand.
It was about time for bed.
Saitama left the kitchen to see the futons all set, Genos finishing off his few chores, glancing back at him with a wink.
Did he really want to do it tonight?

Garou was quick to fall asleep, more sprawled out, a leg outstretched from the comforter as he laid on his stomach, his cheek squished against the pillow and as usual the comforter covering his face.
Saitama lightly grabbed the blondes hand, and moved it as much as he could, to see how out Garou was.
If he didn't now any better he would've thought he was dead.
"He's out sensei," Genos told. "You don't have to do that," Saitama hummed, placing Garou's hand back on the ground.
The two stood up and headed for the bathroom, Genos opening the cubbord underneath the sink and grabbed a bottle of lube as Saitama locked the door.
Saitama's pants dropped quickly, and Genos poured lube over his fingers, soon going to work, stretching Saitama out.
"So, what size tonight sensei?" Genos asked.
"You choose," Saitama hummed, pushing back onto Genos's fingers.

Genos nodded, grabbing a 7inch dildo from the drawer, using it's suction to attach it to his metal plate over his crotch. He pulled his fingers out and lubed the dildo, and positioned himself, slowly entering Saitama's hole, who let out a low moan as Genos reached the hilt.
"Man, it's been a while," Saitama mumbled, pushing back against the dildo. "You can move y'know,"
Genos nodded, pulling out and pushing back in. The movement was slow at first, but Genos upped the pace when Saitama pushed back down as he was leaving. The pace was quickly quickened to where Saitama let out a few moans, Genos needing tp stick three fingers in his mouth to muffled them, which didn't help much. He used his other hand to grab his sensei's member, and pumped him with his thrusts, and in no time Saitama came with a rather loud moan.
So much for trying to be quiet.
Genos pulled out, and removed the toy from his crotch. He placed it in the sink to clean later and went to clean up the mess on the door and floor, Saitama gave him a kiss as he pulled his bottoms up, and then left for bed. When Genos was done he found Saitama sitting up, staring at the sleeping figure beside him who was more outstretched, an arm reaching Saitama's futon instead of just his pillow. The comforter no longer covered his face sleeping face, him looking at peace.