This was starting to become a pattern, Zitao thought as they trudged into the umpteenth crappy motel with new wounds to lick - this time literally as well as figuratively. They would have to start from scratch yet again, and each time the rug was whipped out from beneath them they were left with fewer and fewer resources, friends, and options. And right now, honestly, they were pretty damn screwed.
In the cramped little bathroom, Zitao sat on the edge of the bath tub, long legs either side of Jiyong with feet flat and toes lodged against the wall. He eyed the spoils Jiyong dumped onto the sink counter, impressed, but not needing to ask how he'd managed to accuire all that. Even Jiyong would have had trouble sweet-talking a pharmacist in the short time he'd left Zitao alone in the car, so there was only one other possibility.
He caught a glance of himself in the waterstained mirror, and wow, he looked like shit. Pale with a blood crusted cut on his lip and a bruise under one eye. But it was only a quick glance before he was watching Jiyongs hand gently take over, letting go of the balled up shirt and letting the older man work his magic. As much as he didn't want to be a little bitch, he couldn't help whimpering like one when he had to get his shirt off, revealing another couple of yellow patches of skin brushed with blue bruises on his ribs from the ambush attack in their apartment. But Zitao avoided looking down at his own body as Jiyong tended to the wound, focusing on the other man's protruding collar bones instead with a wrinkled nose, trying not to disrupt progress with his winces and hisses.
He looked up when Jiyong spoke though, managing a little snort and curl of his lips. But that was all, dark eyes flitting back down and grimacing until the work was almost done. It wasn't just the physical pain, but now, out of harms way, there was time to think about everything that had happened today. Everything Jiyong had said...
"Hey. Ji," he started after some thought as the other man began to bandage the wound, lifting his good hand to rest lightly on the other's hip but still not looking up. "I'm sorry I never realised how you felt. I should have known." He hung his head a little, feeling a prickle in his eyes. "I just... I really wanted it to work."
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Date: 2015-05-03 12:45 pm (UTC)In the cramped little bathroom, Zitao sat on the edge of the bath tub, long legs either side of Jiyong with feet flat and toes lodged against the wall. He eyed the spoils Jiyong dumped onto the sink counter, impressed, but not needing to ask how he'd managed to accuire all that. Even Jiyong would have had trouble sweet-talking a pharmacist in the short time he'd left Zitao alone in the car, so there was only one other possibility.
He caught a glance of himself in the waterstained mirror, and wow, he looked like shit. Pale with a blood crusted cut on his lip and a bruise under one eye. But it was only a quick glance before he was watching Jiyongs hand gently take over, letting go of the balled up shirt and letting the older man work his magic. As much as he didn't want to be a little bitch, he couldn't help whimpering like one when he had to get his shirt off, revealing another couple of yellow patches of skin brushed with blue bruises on his ribs from the ambush attack in their apartment. But Zitao avoided looking down at his own body as Jiyong tended to the wound, focusing on the other man's protruding collar bones instead with a wrinkled nose, trying not to disrupt progress with his winces and hisses.
He looked up when Jiyong spoke though, managing a little snort and curl of his lips. But that was all, dark eyes flitting back down and grimacing until the work was almost done. It wasn't just the physical pain, but now, out of harms way, there was time to think about everything that had happened today. Everything Jiyong had said...
"Hey. Ji," he started after some thought as the other man began to bandage the wound, lifting his good hand to rest lightly on the other's hip but still not looking up. "I'm sorry I never realised how you felt. I should have known." He hung his head a little, feeling a prickle in his eyes. "I just... I really wanted it to work."