Page 59 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“I don’t know.” Jun shuffled his feet as Damian moved toward the kitchenette. He winced. “These boots weren’t made for running.”
“You made them run.”
Jun snorted. “I can run in anything. You should see some of the dance practices we’ve done.”
“I saw you do the three-legged race with Yohei.”
Jun busted out a laugh. “Told you I can run in anything.”
“You’re swapping prepositions. That’s with, not in.”
Jun shook his head, but he was smiling. He reached for Damian. Damian wrapped an arm around Jun’s waist. “Let me call room service. Richard is having dinner with Gigi and Mi Hi.”
“I don’t even know what time it is. Ugh, Mi Hi must be pissed. How’s Gigi here?”
“I called Gigi. Mi Hi is not pissed. Richard seems charmed with her. You and I are going to order food, shower, and then eat in bed.”
“Aren’t the police looking for me?”
“The police can wait.”
Jun gulped. Damian really meant it. “But it’s the police?”
“You’re not breaking any laws. You’re waiting until you have your legal representation in place. Let’s start getting you warm. We can turn on the shower and stand next to it while we order room service.”
He really meant it. Jun blinked, too stunned and tired to argue, as Damian let him by the wrist into one of the bedrooms, shut the door, and then guided him into the bathroom where he turned the water on hot and let the spray start to fill the space with mist.
“What do you want to eat?”
“You.” The word just came out of Jun’s mouth. He slapped a palm over his lips.
Damian’s chuckle rumbled inside the small space.
“Right now, I’m a popsicle and a sweaty one. Real food first.”
“Pizza, then, please.”
“What do you want on it?”
“Canadian bacon, pineapple, and extra roasted garlic, please.”
“How about some barley tea to go with that?”
Jun nodded. It wasn’t his favorite, but it would warm him up without adding caffeine.
Damian called in the order, his Korean fluent and flawless as always if somewhat more formal than what Jun would use himself. He put his phone down on the bathroom counter and then looked Jun up and down.
“I’ve done many things, but I’ve never taken clothes like this off someone.”
Jun blushed. “Do you hate it?”
“Hate it, no. You look good in anything. I’ve just never taken a wig off anyone before.”
It took both of them, but they managed to figure out how Mi Hi had secured the hat, which amazingly enough, had never fallen off during the run, and the long wig. The sweater, skirt, stockings, and shoes were more easily handled. In the novelty of taking off such foreign clothes, Jun didn’t realize he was naked in front of Damian until he was.
He curled his arms in on himself, but Damian was already turning away, stripping himself out of his sweaty shirt with efficiency. He paused as he started to drag off his pants, his underwear starting to come down with them, everything sticking together. “Do you mind if I get in with you?”
“Please.” Jun’s voice came out in a whisper. He felt fragile as glass; the only thing that was going to hold him together right now was Damian.
