Debts

Ch. 6

The morning was rough, Saitama and Genos were up first, the two all ready to go, Genos making breakfast while Saitama got Garou's clothes around so that he wouldn't have to find them while eating.
When he finally did wake up, he took care of the futons while the table was set, joining the two heroes to a delicious breakfast of eggs and bacon.

Garou stared as Genos excitedly pointed at some hero merch that had Saitama's bald head on it. From the looks of it being on sale, it didn't sell much. They would sometimes get the few fans taking pictures of Genos, hearing comments of "look it's Demon Cyborg!" Or "Who are those two with him? Other heroes?" And Genos and Saitama would ignore them, would let them take the pictures a fuss over them. He pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, moving closer to Saitama's area away from the cameras, he didn't care if anybody noticed or not. He just wanted to be away from the cameras.
When they reached the shop he glanced up, looking up at the chic styled lettering of the store. And inside, the amount of fans following them had dwindled, only a small group of female fans still around, keeping their distance.
"Hey," Garou looked over at Saitama. "Stand still," a pair of light gray swim trunks with cherries on them were placed by his neck, the bald hero thinking. "What'd'ya think? You like 'em?" Garou grabbed the pair, looking them over.
"Uh, sure," He replied, seeing Saitama smile at him. The warm feeling in his chest was quickly snuffed out by a giggle from one Genos's fans.

They reached the food court quickly, Genos paying for the orders and Saitama dragging Garou along to find a seat. They forgot to warn Garou about how many fans follow Genos around, but Genos enjoyed the nervousness coming from him as he tried his best to stay out of view. And even still that small group of ladies from the shop followed them, or more so, followed Genos, they even went to the same food shop, and even ordered the same order he made. He have to ask them to stop following at some point. Maybe offer a picture with them if they did. He couldn't risk Garou being found out through pictures. Which reminded him he'd have to check the Heroes Reddit, where fans enjoyed posting pictures of their favorite heroes that they've taken, he'd have to report each one where Garou would be visibly seen.
"You're order, sir," The cashier told, handing him the bag. "Want me to tell them off?" They offered, glancing over at Genos's stalkers.
"Thank you but I can handle it," Genos replied. The cashier nodded, hurrying to do the stalkers orders. Genos sighed, trying to make himself calm and then turned to the group of women.

"Oh good. He's telling them off," Saitama commented, watching as Genos calming and politely asked the group of women to stop following them. He saw Garou look over, watching the whole thing.
"Does this happen a lot?" He ended up asking.
"Yeah, whenever me and Genos come out they follow," Saitama sighed. "We usually just let them,"
"Are you followed?" Saitama shook his head with a chuckle.
"Nah. I'm not that famous," Garou seemed surprised at that. "I know you saw the glares I got when we went shopping last time," Saitama sighed. "People think I'm a cheater and that I'm scamming Genos. That's if they recognize me,"
"Oh,"
"Yeah," Genos soon joined them, handing them the food to the rightful person, and soon Saitama and Genos started talking about what the beach Genos had in mind.

When they finally reached the beach, it was the middle of the day and at its hottest. They made a quick stop to a store to buy some snacks, drinks and some sunscreen, Saitama remembering how bad his last sunburn got. Genos decided to take over setting their area up while Saitama dragged Garou along to the changing rooms, he pushed Garou into one of the stalls, handing him his swimtrunks and heading into the one right beside it.
He was first to finish changing, waiting paitently for Garou on a bench inside, occasionally telling someone that he was just waiting for a friend and that he wasn't waiting for a stall.
Saitama looked up when he heard a stall door open.
Oh fuck. Saitama thought as he tried his best to not stare.
"You ready?" Saitama asked, hoping desperately that he sounded calm.
Cause god damn, was Garou blessed with looks. 
Everything on him complimented everything else.
His long fingers complimented his long legs. His well defined muscle complimenting his softer features.
"Yeah," Garou answered, causing Saitama to stand up and the two left to meet Genos who had the entire area all set. An umbrella to shade them off from the sun, and the cooler full of cold snacks and drinks hidden in the middle, three towels set down for them to sit.
"Thanks for setting up Genos," Saitama thanked.
"Anytime Sensei," Genos replied with a bow, soon grabbing his swim suit and leaving as Garou and Saitama sat down.

Garou laid down on his stomach on the towel that Saitama pointed at, closing his eyes and just listening to the waves.
"Hey, you put on sunscreen?" He heard Saitama ask.
"I don't need it," Garou mumbled, half asleep.
"You need it or you'll burn!" Garou looked up at him, seeing the bald hero rub some sunscreen over his arms. "If you don't put it on I will," Garou shrugged, grabbing the bottle and putting some on his face and handing it back. "Geez. Do you not know how to put sunscreen on?"
"Never used it," He heard him sigh, tensing when he felt hands on him. "Wha-!"
"Stop moving. Just putting sunscreen on you since you don't know how," Garou did as he was told, muscles tensing underneath Saitama's touch. He felt the hands lower, making sure to get his sides as they went down. They skipped his tailbone down to his calf's, and Saitama continued down to his ankles, making sure no spot was uncovered.
Then those godly hands stopped.
"See. Not that hard. Now you try again," Garou sighed, sitting up and instead of grabbing the bottle Saitama poured some into his hand, Garou covering the rest of his body with it and then laying down again, this time on his back with an arm over his face.

Genos returned not that long after, seeing the two relaxing already, so he quickly joined them. He was Breifly stopped by an older gentleman that had request a selfie of him for his daughter, which Genos obliged, making the older man thank him and leave with the photo.
Genos sighed, glancing over at Saitama, who was relaxed as always, then over at Garou, who, based on his scans, was flustered.
Did he miss something? 
He'd ask Saitama about it later he decided, opening up the cooler and grabbing a bottle of cold water.
Not long after a group of young boys came over and asked if they'd join in they're volleyball game. Saitama had somehow persuaded Garou to join them, so that they weren't outnumbered.
"Aren't you afraid hell be caught, sense?" Genos asked. Saitama waved him off.
"Nobody is gonna recognize him. Especially when he's out there having fun," he told. "Only ones who would, would be the ones from Bang's dojo," Genos nodded. He looked out, watching as Garou barely joined in, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.

Garou returned after giving high fives to the kids, who called out a "thanks for the game!" As they returned back to their families. He sighed as he sat down, sweating already from the sun from just barely doing anything besides making sure the game continued.
"Hey," Garou looked up, surprised when he found an unopened popsicle in front of his face, Saitama waving it a bit. "To help cool ya down," Garou nodded his thanks, taking the treat from his hand, quickly opening it and placing it in his mouth.

Saitama tried not to stare. He really did. He also tried really hard not to think about Garou's pale lips as he held the popsicle with his mouth, imagining something else between those lips. As he took a bite and-oh, yeah no that wouldn't feel to good. Saitama shivered at the thought of his dick being bit off, but at least glad he stopped with the images of Garou and his mouth.

Garou saw it. He saw him staring. Saw the blush. Saw as Genos stared at him, a confused look on his face, his eyes going between him and Saitama, trying to figure out what was up.
He tried so hard to ignore it all. 
Hoped bitting the damned popsicle would make him stop staring. And it worked. Briefly. And then his eyes were on him again.
He could feel a burn against his cheeks, so he tried harder to just stare at the ocean, the people playing, the dogs happily running about. Anything but him.
He wasn't this bothered when that cashier flirted with him, he was annoyed with her, but he hated how he wasn't annoyed with this. 
He honestly enjoyed it.
Craved it.
And that bothered him.