Debts

Ch. 9

Garou hesitated before handing Saitama the basket, the bald hero taking it and leaving. The whole week he kept doing nice things for him, probably to try and make him forgot what had happened.
But it was hard to.
Not with what Genos left.
'The noises you made were cute.'
Garou pinched himself, sighing and going to at least do something, keep his mind off and away from his thoughts.
He didn't know what to do.
It seemed like both where flirting, but Saitama gave mixed signals and Genos was probably just trying to get blackmail.
"You okay?" Saitama asked. Garou nodded, slumping. "Okay. Just remember. If you wanna talk, I'm here,"
"Yeah," Garou responded, taking a bucket and scrub to the bathroom.
He didn't have to do much, the bathroom already spotless. But he didn't care. He did the kitchen as well. Cleaned whatever he could really. Which wasn't much.
"Hey!" Saitama called. "C'mere!" Garou sighed, placing the scrub somewhere safe and after washing his hands went to where Saitama was.

"There you are!" Saitama chirped. Shoving his hero suit into Garou's hands. "Noticed you looking at it quite a bit, thought you wanted to try it on,"
"What?" Garou gaped, looking at him.
"Try it on," Saitama repeated. "Don't worry, it was just cleaned," he watched as Garou looked at the suit. "C'mon," He hummed pushing Garou torwards the bathroom. "Put it on," The blonde hesitated before closing the door. Saitama smiling to himself.

It wasn't long before the door opened, and Saitama looked up and couldn't stop staring. The suit looked good on him. He swallowed, walking over.
"Oh good, it fits," He managed, slipping a finger around the belt loop hole, tugging the blonde closer. "Looks good," he felt Garou shiver as he traced his way up, soon turning the blonde around.
Damn he had a nice ass. Saitama couldn't help himself but stare at it.
He traced a hand down along his back, skipping his ass and going straight to the thigh, giving it a nice squeeze, hearing Garou let out a breath.
He hummed, turning Garou around again, looking up his stomach to his blushing face.
"What'd you think?" He asked, staring right into those golden eyes, watched as he swallowed and answered.
"Comfy," Saitama smiled.
"Good,"

Genos tapped his foot at the check out, the line unusually long at this time of day. He was told to hurry by his sensei, tempted to just leave the item and find it at another store, but instead he stayed and waited, watching as the line slowly dwindled.
He sent a text to Saitama to let him know he'd be late.

Garou's eyes went wide when he felt lips against his own, slowly being pressed up against the wall. He was shocked, he didn't know what to do. He felt as Saitama felt along his stomach, his mouth hungry for more, a thigh making it's way between his legs.
They broke for air, Saitama going straight to his neck, his hand unzipping the suit, a hand starting to sneak inside, and go down.
"Stop," Garou ordered. Relieved to feel all movement freeze.
It didn't take much to push Saitama off him, the bald man looking at him with hooded eyes. All he could do was just run to the bathroom, strip himself of the suit and take a shower to think it all over.

Saitama was about to knock on the door when he heard the shower start, deciding on just heading to the living room to read and wait for him there. He must've really something wrong. Maybe he remembered that stupid debt and just tried to deal with as much as he could and just couldn't.
Saitama shivered.
He had been forcing this entire thing when all the blonde was doing was just tolerating it.
He could've slept with him and he probably didn't want it at all. All those advances seemed shitty now.
He sighed, slumping. He'd apologize when he left the shower. They'd sort it all out, he was sure.
He should've taken a picture at least.

"What is going on," Garou mumbled, sitting in the tub as the water hit his back. His thoughts where all over the place. His mind would go to the kiss, the hand squeezing his thigh, to how his breath started getting heavy.
He didn't know what to do.
He leaned back, the corner of his eye seeing yellow through the curtain. He pulled it away a bit, thinking, staring at the suit, like it had the answers.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, letting a breath out and opening them.
He stood up and climb out, turning the water off. Quickly drying himself off, briefly debating and finally deciding.