In Fever...

Casaneva Memoir #2

 

I was in bed with swollen tonsils and one of those rare fevers.
Consumed by alternate attacks of chill and heat, I was moaning alone.

L gave me a phone call.
On hearing my voice, he hung up, saying, "I'm coming right now!"

Shivering, I opened the door at his ring. He came in with a big paper bag in his arms.
"Just relax and stay in bed."
L began to prepare something in my kitchen. I felt at ease and fell asleep in a minute.

He gently shook me out of sleep.
"You need to have a bite. Eat something and take your medicine, then sleep again," he said softly, looking into my eyes.
Chicken soup with fluffy egg in it and pieces of grapefruit were in front of me.
After a tiny bit of the food and medication,
I thanked him and slept again.

A bad chill awoke me in the middle of the night.
"L...I'm so chilly..."
He put away the book in his hands and approached me.
Smoothly dropping off all his clothes, he came into my bed and embraced me from behind.
I realized how warm and comfortable a human body was....
I clasped L's hands holding me.

My feverish sleep was a series of fragments, some deeply sound, others light and troubled.
Every time I woke up, L's existence consoled me.

In one of such waking...
"L..."
I turned over in the bed and put my feeble arms around his body.
I kissed his breast....
"No...You should sleep..."
I chuckled.
I explored his body despite of the pain in my joints from the fever.
Lead by a new desire born somewhere in my mind, I pulled my body more tightly against his.
"Chako..."
When L half-groaned, my hands were grasping his penis.

Fever heated up my lust, too.
Fading consciousness inflamed my body.

Clumsily I took off my pajamas in the bed.
"Aah...it feels warmer in this way..."
L's smooth skin caressed mine.
It was strange that his hard-looking muscles admitted me without any resistance.

With me on my side, L carefully entered me from behind,
So that he wouldn't disarrange the quilt.

My languid body was squeezed of its last fever.
I felt floating...
Feeling his teeth biting the nape of my neck, I saw the inside of my eyelids turn red.

Next morning I woke up, all free from the fever.
"Honey...can I ask you a favor?"
"What do you want?"
"Could you play 'Twin Bagworms' with me?"
"What's that?"

Clad in one blanket, we jumped around the room with laughter.
"Bagworms, bagworms, we're twin bagworms..."

I was exhausted.
I could answer someone's kindness only by putting our bodies together.
I was in such a period of my life...

A feverish and sticky memory, isn't it.....?

 

 

 

To be continued...