Nani looked like a frightened little mouse-eyes wide, breath shallow-as he slowly realized he wasn't dreaming anymore. The room was real. And so was the man standing in front of him.
Sky.
Sky approached carefully, as if any sudden movement might scare Nani.
"Did you have a bad dream?" Sky's voice was low, tender, too gentle for someone who'd just torn this boy apart hours ago.
Nani didn't answer with words. He simply nodded, still trembling, eyes unfocused. He flinched again when Sky touched his shoulder, but didn't resist as he was guided back down into the bed.
Sky's palm rested on his forehead.
"Shit. You're burning up," he whispered, brushing the damp hair from Nani's skin.
Without hesitation, Sky picked up his phone and dialed his family's private hospital. His voice was sharp with urgency, but restrained-he didn't want to startle Nani again. It was nearly 1 AM.
"The doctor needs to come now. Yes, it's urgent."
The doctor didn't arrive for over thirty minutes.
In that time, Nani had drifted off again, shivering in his sleep, sweat clinging to his skin. Sky sat beside him, scrolling furiously through article after article on caring for someone with a fever.
One suggestion stood out: cool compresses.
He grabbed a towel, soaked it in cold water, and gently pressed it against Nani's neck and forehead. Nani whimpered slightly but didn't wake. Sky continued, methodical and quiet, as if trying to erase every terrible thing he'd said earlier through this single act of care.
When the doctor finally arrived, Sky nearly leapt to the door.
"He's burning up. He wasn't like this earlier. Why is he shivering so much now?" Sky demanded, his voice cracking beneath the worry.
The doctor's gaze was calm and professional.
"He has a fever," he replied, stepping closer to examine Nani. "It's nothing alarming. His body is simply exhausted. Stress, overexertion, not enough rest-it all catches up eventually."
The examination was brief. Blood pressure, temperature, and a quick physical scan. The doctor began setting up an IV.
Then came the question:
"Was he recently involved in sexual activity?"
Sky hesitated, clearing his throat. "Yes."
The doctor nodded, unfazed. "I'll need to check his behind for inflammation or signs of tearing."
Sky stiffened. "What? Why? Can't you just give him medicine?"
"It's standard. But I don't need to, not in his state. If there's swelling without a tear, it'll still be painful. Here-" the doctor handed Sky a small box "-these are anti-inflammatory drugs and ointment. Apply the cream twice daily, morning and night. Be gentle with him."
Sky took the items, fingers tightening around the box.
As the doctor packed up, he gave one final look at Nani. "Let him rest. His body is screaming for it."
And then he left.
The door clicked softly shut behind him, leaving Sky alone again. With Nani.
He kept the medications the doctor handed him, all except one-the cream. That, he needed now. Not later.
He moved through the dimly lit room like a shadow, his eyes locked on the sleeping figure curled on the bed. Nani looked too delicate like this-fragile in a way that made something primal stir in Sky's chest. Something hungry.
He climbed onto the bed as quietly as possible. Carefully, he rolled Nani onto his side, brushing hair away from his damp forehead. Then, with slow fingers, he slid the briefs down, revealing the bruised softness he couldn't stop thinking about.
Sky paused, staring at the swollen, reddened entrance. His breath caught. A chill ran down his spine-and straight into his groin. He dipped his fingers into the cream, but they trembled as he moved them between Nani's cheeks.
The moment he touched that heat, his control began to fracture.
"Fuck..." he hissed through gritted teeth, his erection straining painfully against his pants. "Not now... This is not the time for this..."
But his dick doesn't care about right or wrong.
He pressed the cream gently into Nani's torn skin, pretending it was just care. But the friction, the way Nani's body responded even in sleep-a twitch, a soft whimper-it lit a fire inside him he couldn't put out.
"You're killing me, Nani," Sky growled low, like it hurt to hold back. His fingers moved deeper, slower, rubbing the cream in as if he had all the time in the world. As if he owned this body. And maybe, in this moment, he did.
Nani whimpered again, barely conscious, and Sky shuddered.
"I should stop," he whispered against Nani's neck, voice strained, trembling with desire and restraint. "But I don't want to."
His lips brushed Nani's skin, warm and slightly damp. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of sleep and sweat and everything he'd been craving.
"Get well soon, baby. I want you awake when I ruin you next."
He pulled Nani's briefs back up, his fingers lingering too long. Then, without another word, he stood and walked to the bathroom.
He locked the door behind him.
And let everything he was holding back consume him.