Page 114 of Sixty Meters Under

“Do you want to wash yourself first?” Ryosuke tried again, but there was no response. He decided to get the matter into his own hands and wrapped his arms around Lennart’s torso, hoping to help him to get to his feet. When he felt the hardness of Lennart’s muscles under the t-shirt, his face flushed.

Damn, he’s so ripped.

And when the intoxicating scent of Lennart’s cologne filled his nostrils, Ryosuke did his best to suppress the dirty thoughts that threatened to infect his mind.

I need to focus on the task at hand. He is very heavy.

Luckily, Lennart made an effort to get up; Ryosuke worried they’d both end up crashing on the floor.

Lennart tightened his grip on the sink with both hands while Ryosuke held him. Once stable, Ryosuke reached out and got the water running while Lennart put a stream of liquid soap on his palm, washed his hands and splashed his face a couple of times. When he finished, Ryosuke passed him a towel, and Lennart wiped the remaining water from his skin.

Ryosuke helped him to the bed, but Lennart paused, asking, “Wasn’t I supposed to be in the other room?”

“You are. But the bathroom is in this room, so I let you stay here tonight. I thought you might need to use it. You didn’t even manage to get to your room when you came from the bar.”

“Really?” Lennart asked, surprised, but he didn’t have enough strength to keep himself from crashing onto the mattress, face down.

“Yes.” Ryosuke lay down next to him.

“I’m sorry,” Lennart muttered, and turned his head to face him.

“It’s okay.” Ryosuke gave him a reassuring smile.

“I hope I didn’t do something stupid.”

Ryosuke swallowed nervously, remembering their shared kiss. “No. You didn’t. You fell asleep as soon as your friend brought you into the room.”

“That’s good. I’m sorry for being a burden.”

“I said it’s okay. I’m the one who shouldn’t be here.”

“So we’re even then.” Lennart grinned.

“I guess we are.” Ryosuke smiled.

?

The next time Ryosuke woke up the room was bright. He blinked his eyes into the new day feeling the weight around his waist. But when he remembered where he was, his eyes widened.

He heard soft snoring behind him, and there was no mistake that the weight he felt was of a hand wrapped around him.

Fuck.

At first Ryosuke wasn’t sure whether to move or stay in that position. He drew out memories from the last night, wondering why they’d ended up in such a sleeping position.

Lennart woke up in the middle of the night. He was throwing up and feeling hungover, and when they returned to the bed they talked until they fell asleep. Ryosuke assumed that must be all, since he didn’t remember anything after that.

He probably doesn’t even know where his hand hangs… but it feels good.

While Ryosuke pondered whether to get up or not, Lennart stirred. Ryosuke held his breath and waited to see if Lennart would wake up. He secretly hoped that he would turn to the other side and continue to sleep, but his hopes were soon crushed to pieces. The pressure from his waist was gone and he felt the weight on the mattress shift. Lennart groaned, and Ryosuke felt his weight shift as he sat up.

Ryosuke waited a little longer then turned, acting like he just woke up. Lennart was indeed sitting but also holding his head with both hands.

“Does it still hurt?” Ryosuke broke the silence.

“What happened last night?”

“You really don’t remember?”