Alone Without You
Satoru emerges from the water, now on the other side of the onsen and directly in front of Suguru. His white hair flattened with dripping locks hanging around his face as he looks up at Suguru from the water. He floats forward, moves to sit to Suguru’s left, so much closer than Suguru was mentally prepared for. Suguru cannot think about anything other than the fact that they are both naked, silently both thanking and cursing the haze of the water which obscures anything that could otherwise be seen. Satoru’s hand begins to trail up Suguru’s left arm that is perched on the backrest he sits against. Suguru stares at the hand as it glides up, up, up, cups his bicep then rubs circles around his shoulder.
“What are you doing,” Suguru whispers, can’t stop himself.
Satoru isn’t deterred, stares intently at where his hand meets Suguru’s skin. “You’re so tense, Suguru,” Satoru whispers back, leaning into Suguru as his hand starts to massage his trapezius muscle, “relax for me."
