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“AUHG do you have to do this??” Jirachi, the wish master groaned loudly as his roommate Lugia started picking at his hair.
“Jirachi! Your hair is matted and tangled! Do you ever take care of yourself while im gone??” The guardian of the sea scolded, “And you REEK!”
The wish pokemon rolled his eyes at Lugia’s lecturing, turning his head away and folding his arms. Groaning loudly he started his complaining again.
“It doesn’t matter that much! I’m fine. I don’t need you taking care of me!” Jirachi turned to the flying type, firmly pointing a finger at him as he finished his sentence. Lugia quickly swatted his finger away, sitting on the couch Jirachi had probably laying on all day.
“You need to take care of yourself you know, I can’t just let you sit here and rot.” The sea guardian spoke with genuine care in his voice, making the steel type relax his shoulders and wings, looking down somewhat ashamedly.
Lugia put a gentle hand on Jirachi’s back, rubbing his back. “Listen, I know it’s hard but you need to take care of yourself-“ Before the man could finish his sentence, Jirachi wearily layed his head on the other’s shoulders.
“Luuu…..” The steel type groaned lazily, sinking into Lugia’s shoulder more.
“Youre really not gonna get up, are you?” Lugia only half questioned.
“Right on the money- HEY!” As Jirachi was preparing to convince his roomie to let him continue to do nothing for the rest of the day, he felt the others hand around his waist, and felt himself get thrown over his shoulder.
“WHAT THE HELL- LUGIA PUT ME DOWN!” Jirachi loudly protested, kicking his legs.
“Nope. If you wont clean yourself then I will.” Lugia said resolutely.
The wish master whined the whole way to the bathroom, with Lugia not paying much mind to it. The taller man placed Jirachi on the bathroom floor, closing the door behind him. Jirachi stubbled as his feet hit the ground, the two men facing each other.
“Go on, strip.” Lugia said quite bluntly, acting like this was a completely normal thing to ask.
“WHAT!?” Jirachi stated loudly, being in complete shock of what was just asked of him. His face going bright red. “Im- Do you think I’ll just do that in front of you? I know we’re dating but- “ The wish pokemon couldn’t find the words to finish off his sentence properly, deciding too instead cover himself with his arms.
“Ah right, ill turn around then.” Lugia said causally, grabbing a towel from the shelf and walking over to the bath, turning the nozzle almost all the way to the right, running a hot bath for the other.
“You- it’s…you don’t have to.” Jirachi spoke shyly, something in him not wanting the other man to look away from him. Some sort of silent comfort with the other lead him to being uncharacteristically vulnerable. Before Lugia could interject he quickly clarified “No starring. I know i’m hot but I don’t need you ogling me, got it?”
“Yes, yes, I understand.” Lugia spoke calmly, seemingly not noticing how unusual the shorter man was acting, grabbing a stool and placing it next to the bath.
“Whatever.” the steel type said defensively, before lifting up his shirt, showing his bare torso and his chest which had some faded and healed scars under them, pausing for a short moment to gauge the others reaction, before continuing and tugging down his pants and boxers, shivering as his bare body was hit with the cold air.
He plopped himself into the bathtub, trying to adjust to the hot water, meanwhile the other man was taking off glasses along with his sweater to leave himself wearing his casual tanktop, not really caring if it got splashed on as it was more of a throwaway peace of clothing. He put his sweater on the towel which was placed on top of the toilet seat as it was most convenient for the man, and put his glasses on the counter.
“You can adjust the water if you’d like.” Lugia said softly.
“Yeah, yeah whatever, just get on with it okay?” Jirachi replied defiantly.
The other sighed annoyedly“You should be grateful i’m even doing this for you.” Lugia responded, carefully using water pulse to wet the others hair. grabbing the shampoo bottle from the side of the bathtub, popping open the cap and squeezing out the shampoo onto his hands. He scrubbed the shampoo into Jirachi’s scalp.
The wish master started getting comfortable, relaxing his shoulders and wings; which were flicking water around. Jirachi decided to mess with the other man, using his wings to powerfully splash lugia with water, completely soaking him.
“UHG- JIRACHI!” Lugia griped, water dripping from his face as he glared at Jirachi. The sea guardian continued to scrub the shampoo into his hair as the steel type giggled maniacally.
“Water incoming, close your eyes.” Lugia warned “Wuh-“ the wish master turned to the other man confusedly turned to him before getting a blast of water in the face, spitting water out of his mouth hurriedly, trying to wipe his eyes (which did not go well).
“PFBT- LU HELP THERES SOAP IN MY EYES.” Jirachi dramatically waved his arms around. “Calm down! You look like a fish out of water!” The flying type spoke irritated, sighing loudly before speaking again “come here.” Lugia said while grabbing a facecloth, clutching Jirachi’s head and turning it towards him, wiping the water and soap from his face.
“No more fooling around. Got it?” The taller man stared daggers into the shorter mans eyes. “Okay! Okay. Sorry Mr fun police!!” Jirachi spat back light heartedly, turning himself back around to have his back facing Lugia.
Lugia dipped his hands into the water to wash any remaining shampoo off his hands. He grabbed the conditioner, scrubbing it into Jirachi’s hair as he did with the shampoo.
“Alright, now we have to wait a bit until we can wash that out.” Lugia stated.
“Ahhhggg…I hate waiting!” Jirachi groaned. “Really? Seems like you have no problem laying on your ass all day waiting for me to get home.” The sea guardian rebutted. “Nuh uh! It’s so boring when you’re off to your dumb job.”
“Oh wow, to think the all mighty wish master misses his roomie. How cute.”
“NO!! I DIDNT SAY THAT.” Jirachi shouted defensively, turning to the other to shove his finger in his face aggressively.
“Wasn’t hard to tell what you were getting at.”Lugia responded nonchalantly, tilting his head.
“Whateverrrr….” The wish master whined, crossing his arms and pouting.
“Close your eyes and tilt your head up, water time.” Jirachi luckily closed his eyes this time, letting the water drip down his hair into the bath.
“There, was that so hard? We’re done now.” the flying type stated. Jirachi responded by sticking out his tongue at Lugia.
The steel type stood up and stepped out of the tub, water dripping down from his body onto the bathroom floor. “Here.” Lugia said before putting back on his glasses and tossing a towel at the shorter man, with him clumsily catching it.
“I’ll get you some clothes, while im gone dry yourself off.”
“Yeah I know what to do.” Jirachi responded
“Just making sure.” Lugia spoke with a snarky tone.
After a few minutes, the flying type returned with some pyjama pants, and some band shirt of which he didn’t recognize.
“Thanks Lu!” Jirachi chirped as the other handed him his clothes. “No problem, I’ll be out in the living room once you’re done. Once your hair is fully dried I’ll brush it.” The flying type stated before leaving and closing the door behind him.
Jirachi, tossed on the baggy shirt and pants. He walked out of the bathroom into the living room, where lugia was sitting on the couch, with the lights off and a blanket over his lap. Jirachi noticed that Lugia had changed clothes, now wearing a dark blue shirt instead and now had his hair untied.
“Heya Lu.” Jirachi exclaimed, walking over and plopping himself on the couch. The man almost immediately sank into the couch, sitting casually with his legs spread out.
The flying type leaned his head on Jirachi’s shoulder, very clearly being tired.
“Aw come’re you big softie.” Jirachi snickered, pulling Lugia on top of him while shifting himself to be lying down on the couch. The flying type wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, cuddling into his waist.
Lugia slowly closed his eyes, clearly about to fall asleep. Jirachi noticed this and decided to get comfortable, accepting that this is where he would be sleeping for the night. He closed his eyes and leaned into the couch.
Eventually both feel asleep in each other’s arms. Enjoying the comfort both found in eachother.