riverviewlogs | [Forward-Dated to 1/16] Happy birthday, asshole. [Open]

[ Yes they certainly were more apparent. Shigeru will get to those once he's done getting himself stabilized. After the adrenaline rush runs out he's shaking so badly he can barely hold his phone in his hands. But he'll just lean in to give Dodger a tight hug, where Dodger can definitely tell he's shaking like a leaf, before he gets to work on healing his injuries. For the most part the larger injuries get healed to being minor scraps and bruises while everything minor just disappears as if it never existed to begin with. He'll just pause for a minute before he finally has a chance to recover from his own shock.

He'll sit back once he's done though and will just...start to wipe at his eyes with the back of his hands as he begins to cry, he signs something because there's no way he can actually hold his phone right now anyway. ]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. [ Ugh he feels so horrible. Saying all those things to Dodger and and turning into that horrible monster out of anger. And Dodger just tried to kill himself and he was just ignoring it the whole time knowing it was going to happen. He feels so terrible and guilty, even if he knows that the fight they had was both their faults. But he should have been there or at least told someone. ]

[Dodger stumbles a bit, his hand missing a few times to find the right spot to press and hug him back, but he manages it with a dumb sort of sluggishness in his movements.]

Hey.... [He can't think of anything else to say. The words just aren't coming to him, his... head is still foggy, even with the drugs out of his system. He can feel each attempt at a train of thought just... breaking down, before it leaves the station. He isn't even in the mindset to panic, he just keeps repeating the noise softly as he holds Shigeru.] Hey... hey...

[He at least manages to kiss Shigeru, missing at first but stumbling and searching until their lips meet. Just so that he can get his point across that... he's just glad to have him here.]

[ Dodger's embrace, and the kiss, all manage to calm him down enough that he's not shaking as much anymore. It's...really hard to look him in the eye though still. He'll still wipe at his eyes but he'll eventually stop crying only sniffles coming out every so often in the silence that follows.

He'll finally pick up his phone and type something for it to speak out for him. Now actually managing to type he'll move away a little to touch Dodger lightly on the cheek with a bloodied gloved hand. ]

You need to rest. We should get you changed too, before you get sick. [ Says Shigeru who is literally as exhausted as Dodger probably is. But he always puts others first, this time is really no different, it helps him cope in some ways to not focus on himself. ]

[He's glad to not have to read the phone, because he isn't even sure he could focus that well... he just nods slowly, moving to get up before stumbling and sitting hard on the floor again with a thump. Fuck, he is out of it.]

Fuck... [He manages to mumble, before Brink starts to nudge him like a mother hen out of the bathroom. With some effort he grabs hold of the dog, letting himself be dragged out toward his bedroom area. At least the one advantage of a studio apartment is not having to move very far to get him near cleaner clothing. Although... in this state he's not likely to be able to dress himself.]

[ Shigeru will follow as he helps brink get Dodger to his bed at least. He'll just...go and change the other himself. Even if right now he really wants nothing more than to wash his hands, which he actually does at the kitchen sink, before he starts to look for something for Dodger to wear. He has a new pair of gloves on, already stained again with blood, ugh, he shouldn't have even bothered. But this whole situation was way too stressful and Shigeru really...just needed to do something to get that urge to a more manageable level.

He's sure Dodger won't mind Shigeru undressing him so he just...will get started with his shirt. He's soaking wet so Shigeru has a towel handy to dry him off as well. He'll motion for him to lift his arms as he removes Dodger's shirt, making sure that none of his wounds are still there either. He'll pat the other man down silently and will also attempt to dry his hair a little too. All his movements are gentle and steady this time as he takes care to make sure Dodger isn't still soaking wet.

Focusing on Dodger at least helps keep his mind and hands busy. Otherwise he'd probably just rub and clean his hands raw again. But he never really imagined himself doing something like this... ]

[Dodger is exhausted and strained, and wants nothing more than for Shigeru to be undressing him. He helps as much as he can manage, lifting his arms for his shirt to come off and reaching out to touch Shigeru's face gently as he's looking over him.

One of Dodger's ribs is still badly bruised, but at least he has no open wounds left. Still, it's worrisome when Shigeru gets to unwrapping the soggy bandages from his wrist, and uncovers closed cuts that were shrunk by his healing but are still deep and clearly done with the intent to kill. The main damage is still in his brain from being underwater so long, visible from the glassy look left on his face, and the odd, tentative clumsiness of his movements. While Shigeru is drying his hair he leans into the touch, closing his eyes and relaxing into the bliss of being coddled. This is where he belongs, being cared for by Shigeru and feeling loved.]

Love you.

[The admission is mumbled, and accompanied by a doe-eyed look from Dodger as he leans forward to kiss him with a clumsy enough motion that he might fall over if Shigeru pulls away.]

[ Shigeru's gentle during the whole thing, realizing that he should heal him a bit more to at least clear the fog from being underwater so long. He gets a clean shirt on the other man before he goes to work on his wrists. He is...really gentle when he touches and works on Dodger's wrists, akin to how Dodger was when he cleaned up his hands when he had scrubbed them to the point of bleeding. But he'll bring his lips to one of the cuts underneath those bandages in a light kiss and he'll activate his powers again. This time it'll be directed at whatever damage might have occurred within Dodger's brain from oxygen deprivation. The fog will start to clear after a few minutes. But all the while Shigeru will keep up his ministrations of re-wrapping his wrists and so forth.

His...eyes might sting a little at the mumbled admission because, well, Shigeru could have prevented this and there's a well of guilt rising up from the pit of his stomach as he just touches Dodger's face lightly with a soiled gloved hand as he kisses his forehead. He'll keep Dodger from falling over by resting his hands against his shoulders, allowing him to kiss him and leaning into it. He still has to get Dodger's pants off to get him into something dry but...maybe he should wait to see if he's better after healing him a bit more. ]

[It's like a gulp of cold water, feeling his senses sharpen properly as Shigeru heals his head. He blinks a few times, and continues to feel a bit sick.. not so much from the damage he's done to his body, but from the disorientation of being sober and out of pain.
For a moment, he can't even speak, just leaning heavily into Shigeru and taking deep breaths.]

...Fuck...

[It's really all he can think to say, even with his thoughts connecting properly again. But the old Dodger is back, as evidenced by the lopsided smile on his face as he glances up at Shigeru.]

...Still need some help getting my pants off, if you don't... mind.

[ Shigeru's face is red as he nods in acknowledgment. With Dodger back to normal it only makes him a bit more self conscious about the whole thing. His hands will reach down then lightly touching the zipper of Dodger's pants before he undoes it and helps him unbutton them too. ]

Can you...lean back? It'll be easier to take them off.

[ Ah. This really is...embarrassing, he can barely look him in the eye, but he'll pull them off if Dodger complies with his request. At least he won't dry him off, unless Dodger asks him to. ]

[Unfortunately, wet jeans are the work of the devil, and Dodger doesn't seem to be planning to help him this time. He leans back to give Shigeru room, but otherwise just watches him with a playful look on his face as he goes through the arduous task of unbunching and rebunching soaked denim.

And once they're off, Dodger gets up and stumbles onto the bed, peeling off his socks and boxers and feeling like a new man without all that fucking fabric wrapped around his privates. Of course, now he's completely naked in front of Shigeru, which is not as much an issue for him as it is somewhat awkward given the state of things between them.

He offers Shigeru a lot that might be apologetic, if it wasn't laced with humor.]

There's clothes in the dresser over there... or you could join me and strip, your choice.

[It's somewhat obvious which choice he's hoping for, but... he knows Shigeru well enough not to expect it.]

[ Ugh it's awkward and makes his cheeks go hot to have Dodger staring at him like that. But he eventually gets them off and will just...proceed to watch Dodger strip in front of him. Lord this has been such a crazy night. But for some reason the humorous tone just makes Shigeru get a little upset and before he can stop himself he's typing something on his phone. ]

You stupid idiot! I was so worried! [ Shigeru saying something like that after everything /smh

He just wipes at his eyes with the heel of his hand before he moves closer and is kissing Dodger with some heat and some need. It's a mixture of adrenaline and being really upset all meshing into one thing at this point. But his upset look turns into a huffed laugh as he shakes his head. He shouldn't have expected anything different, honestly. Dodger will be Dodger. ]

And all you can think about is that. [ But he doesn't move from his position by his bedside, still wiping a little at his eyes. He's still so worried and he doesn't want to leave just to make sure Dodger will be okay. He might just...sit down on the bed then, like his exhaustion from the night is catching up with him. But even before he does anything else he'll type something. ]

I'm sorry, for everything.

[ He just feels so incredibly bad. But he'll kiss Dodger again leaning onto the bed, a gloved hand lightly touching face. It's a gentle, but heated, kiss and touch. Almost as if Shigeru is worried and still making sure what he healed was enough. ]

I...wanted to do something special for your birthday too. [ But maybe this would be enough. So he'll start to undress himself, hands a little clumsy as his nerves kick in again. He honestly shouldn't be nervous, this isn't the first time they've had sex, but, well Shigeru wanted it to be perfect in someways. Still his face is so red as he fiddles with own pants before he finally gets them off. He'll work on his shirt next getting that off but...the bandages he has underneath his shirt are still there and the wounds on his back are still there too if not as bad as they were. The upper portion of his torso is all wrapped up down to just a little past his rib-cage. He might wince a little at his own actions, but it doesn't deter him from moving closer to Dodger before he pulls him into a deep kiss again. The only thing left is his underwear but that can wait. ]

[For a few moments, Dodger is worried he'd actually fucked up, and Shigeru was just angry at him... but then Shigeru kisses him, and the worry flies right out of his mind. He lets Shigeru push him back, his back hitting the bed as he pulls Shigeru onto his lap.

Shigeru is halfway through taking his shirt off when Dodger catches his face in his hands, pulling him closer to kiss his eyelids softly in an attempt to cool him down.

But then the bandages click, and he pushes Shigeru back just enough to push his shirt the rest of the way off. He can't remember if he's ever seen Shigeru injured, much less with injuries bad enough to need bandages. The humor has sapped from his face, and he runs his fingers gingerly over Shigeru's ribs.]

What happened?

[ Shigeru will flinch a little when Dodger traces over his ribs. He'll just shake his head and lightly kiss Dodger's hand. He looks...awkward because he doesn't want to really ruin the moment with all of that. They had both been wrong in hurting each other and, well, he doesn't want to really talk about it at the moment. ]

The fight. [ From the light festival goes unwritten. ] It's...nothing. They're healing still.

[ The wounds were deep enough that it's taking several days to a little over a week to heal them. Coupled with the small fractures that had to be healed first. His body does prioritize what heals first when there's a lot of trauma to him. At least the wounds on his head were healed but his back...was a real mess afterwards.

But he'll shake his head and lean over to kiss Dodger. His own hand will lightly touch the bruise on Dodger's rib. A questioning look on his own expression as if asking what happened. ]

They're still a little sore, but I'm okay.

[So... he did this. He managed to do enough damage that even Shigeru couldn't spring back from it.

His fingers slide across the bandages as they curl into a fist, careful not to hurt Shigeru in the process. He just feels like such shit... And when Shigeru calls attention to the bruise on his ribs, he just shrugs awkwardly.]

I started a bar fight. [He lets out a short huff of laughter.] Just a... birthday present to me. Thought it would make me feel something.

[And it didn't. He barely felt anything except emptiness.

He shakes the thought from his head and shifts to kiss Shigeru again, his hands moving down to Shigeru's hips. He pulls Shigeru up on his knees, pressing kisses to the space just above his underwear, catching the cloth with his teeth and tugging them down as his fingers yank them down in the back.]

Let me make it up to you.

[ Not spring back as quickly, but he always manages to spring back. This is just...taking a bit more time then usual. Him trying to not use his powers is also a factor in this as well. He just gives Dodger a look of admonishment but it's quickly replaced with surprise and a soft huffed moan as Dodger shifts him to his knees and presses those kisses against his skin. It sends shivers down his spine and he'll watch Dodger remove his underwear there's some look of need and lust in his eyes as he does so. It's...really turning him on, but he's trying to retain some composure right now. He might be red as a beet when Dodger offers that, but he'll nod 'yes', because he hardly thinks saying no will stop the other anyway.

He'll balance himself against Dodger by resting his hands on his shoulders only after running gloved hands through his hair. He'll kiss him softly on the forehead, hands running along his shoulders and neck. He'll drop his phone onto the bed, just to make it easier to keep himself upright and it's just getting in the way right now. Even if Shigeru doesn't look excited, well, it's obvious from his cock that he's starting to get there. ]

[Well, the phone out of the way seems like a good thing to Dodger. He'd much rather be doing anything today than thinking, especially with Shigeru so close to him and somehow still willing after everything he's done to him.

Dodger had been rusty when he got here, but recent events have given him all the practice he needs in this particular area. His mouth is already wet when he takes Shigeru into his mouth, just sucking lightly on his head while he strokes the rest gently with his hand. Each touch is soft, both to tease and to be sure he doesn't go further than Shigeru wants him to.

Slowly he takes the rest of him in, letting the other man's cock slide all the way into his throat without much effort, and he glances up at him with a playful soft of affection before swallowing around him.]

[ It's...sort of weird feeling and he can't help but have a lapse in thought that it's disgusting. But he knows that it's fine and that it's just his phobia resurfacing from the stress of everything. Feeling the wetness and heat from Dodger's mouth around him makes him huff out a another silent moan, his back arching a little as he pushes his hips forward and rocks them slightly. Dodger's touch is...so gentle it's really surprising but also just making him more hard while he's inside Dodger's mouth.

His blush only gets redder, at his own actions more than anything, but also when he glances down and sees that expression oh Dodger's face. His knees might go a little weak when Dodger takes him in fully. It feels so good, god, he's glad he can't talk right now. But he can still make noise and Dodger will hear the light pants and huffs from Shigeru as he grips Dodger's shoulders a bit tighter. His hips will roll a little bit more as he closes his eyes and runs a hand through Dodger's hair, it's gentle but he'll tug on his hair a bit when Dodger's actions make him shiver in pleasure. But he'll try to stop himself, he doesn't know if that's okay with the other. He doesn't want to make Dodger uncomfortable either. ]

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