While in bed, Gavin tries to make Loui to turn to his side, but Loui refuses. In the morning, Loui waked up in the arms of Gavin. While playing basketball, Loui injures his leg and face by a fellow student, whom gets kicked by Gavin for injuring Loui. Loui gets help from his friends Yuki and Nicoholas. On the way home, Gavin forces Loui to ride with him on his bicycle. At Loui's house, Loui tells Gavin that he was ignored by Gavin. Gavin disagrees and gives him the medicines he bought for Loui. Later, Gavin helps Loui with his wounds. In the Bed, Gavin tries to convince Loui to masturbate with him, but Loui refuses.
P.O.V...
Gavin protects and cares for Loui after his injuries, but Loui resists some of Gavin's advances, testing the boundaries of trust and intimacy between them.
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the fan. Gavin lay next to Loui, nudging him gently.
"Turn to your side," Gavin murmured, his voice low. "Just for a little while."
Loui stiffened, eyes half-closed. "I don't want to."
Gavin's hand hesitated above him. "It'll be more comfortable… I just want to hold you."
Loui shook his head, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "I'm fine like this."
Gavin sighed but didn't push further. Instead, he wrapped an arm around Loui and settled into the silence, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Loui felt warm, safe, even if he wouldn't admit it.
Morning light spilled into the room, and Loui stirred awake. His head rested against Gavin's chest, and his body was cradled in Gavin's arms. He blinked, dazed.
"You… you're holding me?" Loui asked softly.
"Mm," Gavin replied, eyes still closed. "You fell asleep like this. I didn't move."
Loui's cheeks flushed. "H-hey…"
"Shh… just relax," Gavin murmured. "You're safe."
Later that afternoon, the basketball court was alive with the shouts of students. Loui dribbled past a teammate when suddenly he tripped and slammed into the hard floor. Pain shot through his leg and face, and he groaned.
"What the—!" Gavin's voice roared. He sprinted across the court and kicked the offending student lightly but firmly. "Don't touch him like that again!"
The boy staggered back, holding his stomach. "I-I didn't mean—"
"You hurt him. That's enough." Gavin's eyes burned.
Loui groaned, clutching his leg. His friends, Yuki and Nicholas, rushed over. "Loui! Are you okay?" Yuki asked.
"I'll manage," Loui said through gritted teeth. Nicholas helped him to his feet.
On the way home, Gavin pushed Loui gently onto his bicycle. "Get on. You're not walking like that."
Loui hesitated, muttering, "You're being… controlling."
"You need help," Gavin said simply, tightening his grip to steady Loui. "I'm not asking. I'm telling."
By the time they reached Loui's house, Loui was frustrated. "You ignored me earlier," he said, glaring. "You didn't even notice I got hurt until it was serious!"
Gavin shook his head, handing him a small bag of medicine. "I noticed. I just didn't want to fuss over you. Here—take these."
Loui eyed him suspiciously but accepted them. Later, Gavin gently cleaned and dressed his wounds, his touch careful but lingering, making Loui squirm.
"Careful," Loui muttered, avoiding Gavin's gaze.
"I am being careful," Gavin said, a teasing edge in his voice. "I just… want to make sure you're okay."
That night, they lay in bed. Gavin shifted closer, whispering, "You know… you could… I don't know… help me out?"
Loui's face burned. "No."
Gavin chuckled softly, brushing a hand along Loui's arm. "I thought I'd try. No pressure."
"I… I just can't," Loui said quietly, leaning against him but keeping a small barrier.
"Okay," Gavin said, smiling faintly. "We'll wait. You decide when it's time."
Loui felt the warmth of Gavin's body behind him, steady and comforting. Despite the teasing, the injuries, and the frustrations of the day, he realized he trusted Gavin completely—even if he wasn't ready to give everything yet.
And for tonight, that trust, that closeness, was enough.
The next morning, Loui woke slowly, sunlight spilling across the room. His head was heavy, and for a moment he felt a familiar warmth. Opening his eyes, he realized he was still in Gavin's arms.
"Gavin…" he murmured, half amused, half embarrassed.
"Morning," Gavin replied lazily, one arm draped over him. "You look cozy. Don't tell me you want to get up already."
"I… I have to," Loui mumbled, but his body relaxed against Gavin, unwilling to move just yet.
Gavin's hand brushed his side. "You don't have to. Stay."
Loui pushed slightly. "No. I can't… I have things to do."
Gavin smirked, teasing, but didn't argue. "Fine. But breakfast's on you if you get up."
Later, on the basketball court, Loui tried to ignore the lingering pain in his leg. He dribbled the ball cautiously, but a fellow student shoved him too hard. Loui stumbled, scraping his face and twisting his leg. Pain flared instantly.
Gavin, who had been watching from the sidelines, exploded. "Hey!" he roared, sprinting toward the boy and landing a swift kick to his shoulder. "Don't touch him like that!"
The boy yelped, stumbling backward. "I—I didn't mean—"
"You hurt him!" Gavin snapped, eyes blazing.
Loui groaned, gripping his leg. Yuki and Nicholas rushed over.
"Loui! Are you okay?" Yuki asked, concern etched on her face.
"I… I'll manage," Loui muttered, but Nicholas steadied him, supporting his weight.
Gavin, meanwhile, kept his gaze on the boy. "Stay away from him," he warned, his voice cold but controlled.
On the way home, Gavin insisted Loui ride on his bicycle, balancing carefully with Loui clinging to him.
"You're impossible," Loui muttered.
"You're hurt," Gavin said simply, glancing down. "I'm not letting you walk like that."
When they arrived, Loui's frustration bubbled over. "You ignored me earlier! How could you not notice I got hurt until it was serious?"
Gavin shook his head, handing him a small bag. "I noticed. I didn't want to fuss. Take these."
Loui looked inside—bandages, ointment, and painkillers. He frowned but accepted them. "You really… care a lot, huh?"
"I do," Gavin said quietly, following Loui into the house. "I can't just watch you get hurt."
Later, Gavin carefully cleaned Loui's wounds, his fingers brushing softly along Loui's leg and cheek. Loui flinched at first but gradually relaxed.
"See?" Gavin murmured. "Not so bad."
"You're… really attentive," Loui said softly, avoiding Gavin's eyes.
"I just want you safe," Gavin replied, his voice low, intimate. "You mean a lot to me."
Loui's heart skipped. "You… you're annoying."
"And you love it," Gavin teased, a small smile tugging at his lips.
That night, in the quiet darkness, they lay in bed. Gavin shifted closer, his hand brushing Loui's side.
"You know," Gavin murmured, voice soft and teasing, "you could… I don't know… help me out?"
Loui's cheeks flamed. "No."
"I thought I'd ask," Gavin whispered, voice gentle. "No pressure. Just… if you ever want to."
Loui's heart raced. He pressed a hand to Gavin's chest. "I… I can't tonight. Maybe… maybe never."
Gavin's smile softened. "That's okay. We'll wait. Whenever you're ready, you decide."
For a long while, they lay in silence. Loui felt the steady warmth of Gavin's body, his steady heartbeat, and the comfort of someone who wouldn't push too far but wouldn't leave him either.
And for tonight, that closeness, that trust, and the quiet teasing of Gavin's presence were enough. Loui realized, with a small, shy smile, that being near Gavin—safe, cared for, and protected—was everything he needed.
The next morning, Loui woke to the familiar warmth of Gavin's arm draped over him. His face was still sore from yesterday's fall, but the presence of Gavin made the pain almost bearable.
"Morning," Gavin murmured, his face buried in Loui's hair. "You awake?"
Loui blinked, trying to wiggle free, but the weight of Gavin's arm kept him pinned. "Gavin… I have to get up," he mumbled, though a part of him didn't want to.
"Stay a little longer," Gavin teased. "You're cute when you're grumpy."
Loui's cheeks flushed. "I'm not grumpy!"
"Sure you are," Gavin said, smiling, nuzzling his shoulder. "But I like it."
Loui tried to push him gently, but Gavin only tightened his hold. "Stop… you're heavy."
"You like it," Gavin whispered, teasing yet soft.
Loui groaned, half frustrated, half embarrassed. "I don't!"
"Sure you do," Gavin countered, his lips brushing the shell of Loui's ear. "I'll take it as yes for now."
Later that day, Loui limped onto the basketball court, still favoring his injured leg. He tried to ignore the stares and whispers, but the memory of yesterday's fall lingered.
"Loui! Are you okay?" Yuki called, rushing over with Nicholas.
"I'm fine," Loui replied stubbornly, wincing slightly.
Gavin, standing a few feet away, narrowed his eyes. "If anyone touches you again…" He didn't need to finish the sentence; his glare was enough.
Loui looked at him, a mixture of relief and exasperation. "You're ridiculous," he muttered, though the faint curve of a smile betrayed him.
On the way home, Gavin forced Loui onto his bicycle again. Loui grumbled, clinging to him, but he felt strangely safe.
"You're ignoring me again," Loui said suddenly, looking over his shoulder.
"I'm not ignoring you," Gavin said calmly, gripping the handlebars. "I'm keeping you safe."
Loui huffed, but his eyes softened when he saw the small bag of medicine Gavin handed him at his house. "You really think of everything, huh?"
"I do," Gavin replied, leaning close to gently clean the scrapes on Loui's face and leg. "You can't keep getting hurt without me noticing."
"You're annoying," Loui said softly, trying to hide his blush.
"And you love it," Gavin teased, his fingers lingering a moment too long on Loui's shoulder.
That night, they lay in bed, side by side. Gavin's hand brushed against Loui's arm.
"You know," Gavin whispered, voice low and teasing, "you could help me… if you wanted."
Loui stiffened, his cheeks burning. "I… I can't."
Gavin's smile softened, his hand retreating slightly. "That's fine. I won't force you. I just… want you to know I'm here, and we can go at your pace."
Loui turned slightly, resting his head closer to Gavin's chest. "I… I trust you," he admitted, quiet and hesitant.
Gavin's heartbeat was steady beneath Loui's ear. "That's enough for me," he murmured, brushing Loui's hair back gently.
They lay together in silence, the room filled only with the soft hum of the city outside and the quiet rhythm of their hearts. Loui realized, as he drifted closer to Gavin, that trust could be more intimate than anything else.
For tonight, the teasing, the warmth, and the quiet closeness were more than enough. And maybe… just maybe… he could learn to let Gavin in, step by careful step.