As if sensing my discomfort, Yasu finally let go of me, crawling from the bed. He silently walked out of the room, coming backwith some Tairenoru. He handed me the tablets and a glass of water. I sat up on the bed and took them from him, tossing the tablets back before chasing them with water.
The three of us climbed out of bed, with me leading them to the shower. It was your typical Japanese shower, which meant it would be awkward for all three of us to be in there, but Yasu and Ryosuke helped to strip me of the rest of my clothes. I loved the intimacy of it all. They had me sit on the small stool before turning on the taps, adjusting the temperature, taking the showerhead off the hook and bringing the water over to cover me.
The last time I’d been washed like this was when I’d been little and had gotten really sick. My mother had been terrified that I’d fall over hurting myself, so she’d come in with me, scrubbing at my feverish skin. There were days I missed her, but the separation was needed in order to keep my mental health sound.
Yasu ran a soapy sponge down my back while Ryosuke worked shampoo through my hair. The attention was enough to make me purr. I wanted to melt into a liquid pile of goo at their feet. This was all too much. I knew better than to drink so much in such a short amount of time, but if it got Yasu and Ryosuke to pamper me like this, could it really be so bad?
Yes, the headache was enough to turn me off it. That wasn’t worth anything.
After I was scrubbed down, both Yasu and Ryosuke quickly washed up. I sat helplessly on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, watching them. It was so strange how everything seemed perfectly choreographed. No one seemed uncomfortable around each other. I wanted to live in this perfect little bubble a little longer.
That wasn’t the case when Ryosuke suddenly cut off the water, stepped out of the shower, and pulled out towels for all of us. Was I still playing the helpless little victim? You bet. I wanted tobe swamped with whatever pampering and love these guys were willing to give me.
After they were both dry with towels tucked around their hips, they helped me to stand, patted me, and wrapped a towel around my waist. Another towel was draped over my shoulders, since I was still shivering. They brought me back to my room, tucking me under the blankets as both of them left me alone to go to the kitchen.
I wanted to be with them.
The throbbing in my head had dulled a bit, but it wasn’t completely gone. Before long, the smell of miso hit my nose. My stomach gurgled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten anything after we’d left practice the day before. I’d only put alcohol in it. That was part of the problem.
Instead of waiting for the guys to come back and get me, I crawled out of the bed, found a large t-shirt, and pulled it on. I made my way to the kitchen, where I found Ryosuke leaning over a pot on the stove while Yasu messed with my rice cooker. The thing was old, but it was trustworthy. It cooked the rice perfectly. I never found any crunchy, uncooked bits. Even though it struggled to turn on sometimes, I refused to get rid of it because when it did work; it was perfect.
Two sets of eyes looked up at me as I entered the room. While my state of undress would have made me feel exposed with previous partners, I didn’t feel that way around these two. I wanted them to see me. Both of them watched me as I crossed the small space and sat at the tiny table.
Yasu finally got the rice cooker to turn on. Ryosuke scooped up some of the amazing-smelling soup and brought it over to me. I quickly picked up the small cup, slurping it down, letting the salty broth wash over my tongue and soothe my soul. There was something so simple and comforting about miso at breakfast.
Both Ryosuke and Yasu joined me at the table. It would take a while for the rice to cook, but it was nice to just sit there and enjoy a bowl of soup with them. And as suspected, the broth did wonders to help my hangover. By the time I’d finished my first serving, I was feeling ten times better than before I started.
“Are you okay this morning?” Ryosuke asked as he grabbed my bowl, getting up from the table to refill it. I sort of liked that I didn’t need to ask him. He just naturally wanted to take care of me.
I hummed my appreciation as the fresh bowl of soup was set in front of me. “I’m okay. Thank you so much. Both of you.”
They watched me as I sipped at my soup, making sure to slurp extra loudly. It was hard to mess up miso soup, but there was something special about the fact that Ryosuke had made it for me. That both of them had made themselves at home in my kitchen…
A warm hand landed on my knee. I looked over to see Yasu smiling at me. I covered his hand with my own. We sat there for a few more moments in contemplative silence before the rice cooker beeped, signaling that it was done.
“Let me get that,” I said as I stood from my seat. Yasu and Ryosuke had done enough of taking care of me for the morning.
When I reached into my cupboard to pull out three more bowls, my shirt rose and I felt the draft of cool air along the bottom edge of my butt. I smirked because I wanted them to know that I’d chosen not to wear anything under the shirt.
Little snippets of the night before had come flashing back. While I respected both men for not taking advantage of me when I wasn’t at my best, it didn’t change the fact that I had them both in my space and I wanted them.
Steam billowed over my face as I opened the lid of the rice cooker, putting a hearty scoop in each bowl. I set them on the table and instead of sitting back in my own seat, I landed inRyosuke’s lap. He grunted as his hands landed on my hips to hold me in place as I leaned forward, taking a bite of my rice with my chopsticks.
“What are you doing?” Yasu asked.
I shrugged, but kept eating. If he couldn’t figure it out, maybe he didn’t need it for fun.
Chapter 28
Yasu
Maybe there should have been a warning label. Don’t be alone with Itsuki or he was bound to cause trouble.
I should have guessed that would have been the case after the night before, but when he’d woken up, so groggy and sleep-rumpled, I thought maybe it would have been a quiet morning. I should have known my friend better than that. I should have predicted it wouldn’t be the case based on recent events.
It was hard not to grow aroused as he continued to squirm on Ryosuke’s lap as he ate his rice. It was a shit breakfast, but there wasn’t much in his home and we’d done our best to make him happy. Not that it was hard to make our spunky little guitarist happy. He loved to be spoiled. He’d been that way for as long as I could remember.
That was when a wicked idea formed in my head. If Itsuki wanted to be frisky this morning, I could think of a thing or two that would throw him for a loop.
