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Today was supposed to be a day off for Orange. Supposed to was the key word. Instead he found himself doing chore after chore as he cleaned up the apartment. He loaded the dishes in the dishwasher, he vacuumed the whole apartment, he washed, dried, and put away his clothes instead of leaving them in a basket for days to end up needing to be thrown in the dryer again just to get the wrinkles out. After Chuck cooked dinner for them he reloaded the dishwasher. His final act of doing something productive was putting his and Chucks' cellphones on their chargers. All he wanted to do was lay down, but then he remembered something and groaned.
He needed to take a shower.
His energy level already felt depleted for the day. If it could go into the negatives it probably would, but he knew he had to get this one last chore out of the way. His feet felt so heavy though with each step he took to the restroom. As he entered the restroom he collapsed onto his knees, arms hanging over the bath tub with his head resting against it. Orange doesn't know how long he had been like that when he heard Chuck's concerned voice.
"Hey, buddy... You okay?"
Orange forced himself to lift his head to look up at chuck. He shook his head no and slowly lifted a hand to point at the shower head. Chuck, already used to how Orange gets when he overexerts himself, followed the finger and then looked back down at him.
"Oh, you want a shower." Chuck kneeled down and placed a hand on Orange's knee. "Well buddy, you're lucky you got me around. How about I give you a bath instead." Orange nodded, but didn't make any attempt to move. Chuck knew that with him suggesting it basically meant he transferred all the power to himself so he now had to do everything for orange. Chuck fiddled with the nobs, checked the water temperature with his wrist, and then set the plug. Now that that was taken care of he could put his focus onto Orange.
Carefully Chuck nudged Orange to where his body was facing him. He could say this was pathetic, but to him there was no such thing as calling Orange anything negative. "Alright, gonna need to take your clothes off. Let's start with your shirt." Slowly Chuck tucked in Orange's arms into his sleeves and worked the shirt over his head. It ruffled his blonde hair a bit and Chuck let out a short-lived laugh. "Sorry, I know this is nothing to laugh about, but your hair is everywhere." Orange looked at him and gave a smirk to show he approved of the small teasing. "Now time for the ol' pants and boxers." With that chuck shimmied both articles of clothing all the way off of their owner. Orange was now sitting in their restroom stark naked. If he was any other person he would feel embarrassed to have somebody see him naked, but Orange had no shame. Were it any other time where he had the energy and he was undressing himself with Chuck walking into the restroom he would continue what he was doing, turn around, and bend down to give Chuck a view.
But for now Orange was sitting on the bathroom floor trying not to nod off.
The water was at the perfect level for a bath. Chuck turned the nobs for the water to turn off. Then he slowly moved himself so that he could place Orange's arm around his shoulder and his legs underneath his arms. With one swift movement Chuck lifted Orange and slowly placed him in the warm bath. Orange let out a sigh as his body became submerged. Chuck watched Orange settle into the bath before standing up to gather the wash clothe and Orange's, what Chuck consider fancy, noir 3-in-1 face, hair, and body wash. Even though Chuck thought it was high class of Orange to buy this he had to admit that he loved the smell of it, which meant he loved Orange's scent of vanilla, cardamom, and what he can only describe as Orange's natural musk. He also had to have known Orange to find a way to find a product that combined being used for both his hair and body and still have it leave his hair so soft.
After gathering the needed items Chuck kneeled next to the tub and cupped his hands underneath the water. "Alright, buddy, gonna start pouring water on your hair. I'll try not to get it in your eyes." Orange summoned all the strength he had to give Chuck a half thumbs up before it quickly dropped back into the water. People may think that he only does that as a gimmick, but Chuck learned that he does that outside of the ring as well. After scooping and wetting Orange's hair until it was practically plastered on his head Chuck opened the noir bottle and squeezed a bit of gel into his hand. Rubbing his hands together Chuck then started to massage it into Orange's hair. For having big hands Chuck was very delicate when it came to Orange. He only used his finger tips to massage against the other's scalp. Again Orange let out a little, content sigh. "You like that, huh?" Chuck asked. He didn't expect to receive a reply so he continued on by washing his hands and rinsing Orange's hair. After Orange's hair was yet again plastered to his head Chuck wet the wash clothe, squirted some gel on it, and massaged it between his hands. Silently Chuck began to tenderly scrub Orange's arms and body with one hand and using the other hand to splash water on Orange to rinse him. It was a quiet few minutes before Chuck began to hum. It wasn't any song in particular, but silent rooms always made him nervous so he just made music. Orange didn't care. This was bliss to him and the humming was very melodic. Soon chuck was lifting Orange's legs and scrubbing them and his feet down one at a time and softly placing them back in the water.
Dropping the wash clothe in the tub Chuck grabbed a towel and then left. Orange's eyes were shut, but he could feel that chuck's presence wasn't there. It was only a minute Chuck was gone though because he came back with the biggest shirt he owned and a pair of Orange's boxers. "I know it felt great being pampered, but the fun's over. Time to get out." Setting the clothes aside Chuck reached down to unplug the tub while he steadied himself to lift up a slippery Orange. To Chuck's amazement Orange steadied himself on his feet, using Chuck as an anchor. Chuck took a step back and allowed Orange to step out of the tub. Chuck couldn't help himself but be in awe at how a simple bath that he gave to Orange helped him regain some of his strength. Meanwhile Orange was just standing there starting to shiver. Chuck snapped out of it, grabbed the towel, and started to softly pat Orange dry. He ruffled orange's hair dry and chuckled when Orange looked up at him with a pout. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself." Chuck decided to press his luck and quickly kissed that pout. For once Orange's eyes widened, but then went back to their neutral state. There was a smile instead of a pout now.
Chuck grabbed the boxers and this time just held them out for Orange to step into and pulled them up. Then he grabbed the big shirt and draped it over Orange's body. He could have gotten Orange's own clothes, but 1. He figured orange would want to be comfortable and 2. He kind of likes seeing Orange wear his clothes. With the bath done Chuck took Orange's hand and led him to their bed. Orange did not even bother to get under the covers. He laid down on top of the blanket and muttered a, "Thanks Chuck", before falling asleep.
"Welcome," Chuck said before moving to turn the light off and getting himself changed for bed.