Island of BL

Chapter 81: Pluem, Chimon

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of chapter 47

Third Person POV

As soon as Pluem was able to unlock the door to Chimon's cabin, he pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Chimon in.

Chimon stepped in and was about to turn to say thank you to Pluem but was taken by surprise when Pluem stepped inside with him.

"It would not be good for you to be alone in this condition," Pluem said by way of explanation as to why he entered the cabin.

Chimon did not argue with Pluem. Chimon was indeed feeling light headed and his stomach was feeling a little queasy. He knew he was going to upchuck his lunch any minute and he knew it was the Mai Tai that was behind it.

The moment that Chimon felt the stirrings of rebellion in his stomach, he rushed to the bathroom just in time. Well, almost, because some of it splashed on his shirt, but after everything came out he felt thoroughly spent and he collapsed weakly on the bathroom floor.

He had not noticed Pluem rushing in with him and had stood behind him the whole time until he was all spent. Then he felt Pluem taking off his shirt and setting it aside inside a transparent plastic laundry bag.

Chimon felt too weak to stop Pluem from doing whatever he was doing for him. Pluem had taken a washcloth from one of the bathroom drawers and wet it under the bathroom faucet. Then Chimon felt him gently wiping his face and neck and then went lower down his chest.

When Pluem was satisfied that Chimon was cleaned up enough, he helped Chimon to his feet and guided him to his bed.

"Where can I find a fresh shirt for you?" asked Pluem, looking around the cabin.

Chimon pointed to the narrow closet and Pluem quickly went to open it and took out a plain white tee.

"I can do it," Chimon tried to say as Pluem put the shirt on him but Pluem was all finished even before Chimon could complete his sentence.

"Do you have any water in your fridge?" asked Pluem.

"I think so," said Chimon.

Pluem took out an eight ounce bottle of spring water and uncapped it before handing it to Chimon.

"Thanks," said Chimon, accepting the water but unable to look into Pluem's eyes, because for some reason Chimon was suddenly feeling shy and self-conscious.

"After you finish drinking your water, you might want to take a short nap." Pluem suggested, "you will feel better when you wake up."

"I think I will take your advice," Chimon said after taking in the last few drops of water from the bottle, "please just close the door after you. I'm too weak to get up."

"Who says I'm leaving you," said Pluem, "I'm staying here until you wake up and then we could have dinner together later."

"But I don't want to trouble you any longer," Chimon protested.

"Shut up and close your eyes," said Pluem, pulling a chair from under the bedside table and sitting on it. He then rested his arms on the table and lay his head on his arms and closed his eyes.

Chimon could not understand why Pluem was going through all this trouble for him but he was deeply grateful to Pluem for it.

Before long, both Chimon and Pluem were fast asleep.

Chimon was first to wake up. He tried not to make noise as he made his way to the bathroom, so as not to wake Pluem up.

After Chimon did his business in the bathroom, including brushing his teeth, he quietly went back and stood behind Pluem wondering whether he should wake him up or not.