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[goingtobeunwell]

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Time passes, and Raju doesn't quite get used to it. Not that there isn't still time to, but he'd expected it to be easier. He hadn't wanted anything at all for years and even before that, after he'd started the work but before moving it to Delhi, sometimes he'd come home and... well.

It isn't easier now, in any case. But Francis does, eventually, seem less sore. In less pain. It's easier for him to stand, and to move. The relief of it is powerful, but the urge to touch, the thing inside him that's still convinced that he could help if only he could put his hands just there keeps rearing its head, which doesn't do a thing to help the rest of it. The need. There's as much relief in leaving to forage or hunt, now, as there is tension in needing to finish it quickly and come back to keep an eye on things.

There's no reason to leave right now. They have plenty of food.

"You aren't cold?" he asks, not looking up from the book on one half of his lap or the notebook on the other. He doesn't need to to know what Francis is doing, and what exactly that looks like. "You're sure?"

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“I’ve been sitting in front of the fire sweating,” argues Crozier from his place at the basin.

He’s been more and more independent as of late, but still cautious, still afraid of a setback. If he does the wrong thing and inadvertently puts more time into this very long recovery period he might just go mad. He has been going mad, in fact, a silent stream of self-abusing thought running through his mind every time he even so much as looks at Rama with less-than-pure intentions.

But his mind is focused as he starts to strip his top layers away - he’s in desperate need of a scrub up after spending all day drying out fish and hanging herbs; he can smell the smoke lingering on his skin now, in his hair. No, he needs this little bath, it’s all about practicality at the moment.

“Besides, you know I don’t get as cold as you do,” he adds, lathering up a flannel with a a sliver of soap. He’s bare from the waist up, the lower half he’ll less concerned with today.

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"Mm." The sound of clothes being taken off was unmistakable. He hears Francis moving, hears the wet sound of the flannel being rubbed against itself. He keeps looking down at the book. Bark looks like this, the leaves look like that...

He glances up, and the tight thing inside his chest sends a shock through the rest of him again. He's seen plenty of men without their shirts before and it's never felt this way. But he'd seen Francis without it too, more than once, and never known...

It's hard to hold on to the thought. He looks down again, rolling his lips between his teeth, curling one hand into a fist and then loosening it again. Two rows of flat, dark green needles. Red berries...

He realises his thumb is tapping fast against the notebook paper. "But you don't even smell bad," he tries. "Just like herbs. And fish, but I'm well used to that by now. Aren't you?"

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Unaware that he has an audience, Crozier unceremoniously starts washing himself with the flannel and the cooled water. He sighs quietly to himself; it feels good to be able to do this much on his own again.

He's hearing concern for the chill in Rama's protests, nothing else. "I'll be fine," he says, running the flannel over his shoulders and across the back of his neck. God, but that feels good, and he knows he's getting the thin film of grime off of his skin. "It won't take long at all."

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"Mm," he says again, and the idea of it not taking long compels him to look back up, and then not make himself look away. If Francis does this, Raju will have to just sit here knowing that he's doing it— but if he finishes, Raju won't get to see at all. Terrible either way. But, well, it feels good doesn't it? Raju finds that he wants that, the feeling, even if he can't match it to the kind of action that he'd like.

His eyes track the flannel moving over Francis' skin. He wants to be the one doing that. That hand should be his hand. When he thinks it, briefly, it's as if he can feel it there.

For a moment Raju the thought both sit where they are, quietly. "I should do that for you," he decides to say, voice lower and gaze now fixed, the decision too close to when he's actually said it to bother holding himself back. "Later. Once you're well."

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Crozier picks up his head and glances over his shoulder, finally feeling Rama's stare burning into his back. That was the trouble to begin with, wasn't it? Rama had insisted on bathing him, washing his hair, dressing him - they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

"You can do as you please," he replies, moving the cloth a little more slowly. He dips it back into the water, forgetting to ring it out as he draws it down his chest, rivulets of water running down to his navel. "Once I'm well."

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Raju leans onto one leg, the book sliding down over the notebook as he shifts and crinkling its pages. He doesn't look down at them. The water drips over Francis' skin.

"Francis," he says, a sharp sort of really? in his tone. Nonsense, to think he hadn't felt this way before, or hadn't noticed it. Maybe it's sharpened now by the idea that he could. He could stand and walk over there. He won't, but he hadn't even known to decide not to, before.

Nonsense to think Francis doesn't realise what he's doing, either. Raju can't tell yet. It's hard to think past the effect it's having now.

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Crozier absolutely knows what he’s doing. There’s been a fair share of moments when Crozier’s been in Rama’s place, staring at him hungrily as he hauls firewood or stretches after he wakes for the day. All lean muscle and beautiful eyelashes and dark hair - he’d pin him down and devour him whole if he could. He wants him desperately…so yes, admittedly this might be a little revenge.

“What, Ram?” he smiles, flannel running over each nipple, leaving them pert and hard, and then down lower and lower to catch the water. If somebody’s going to stare he should give them a show, that’s just having good manners.

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Francis is smiling. Raju catches the smile before his gaze moves down again over Francis' hard nipples, following the path of the cloth. His body feels tense in every place that it can be, and he's very aware of the hard beating of his heart. He huffs something that's nearly a laugh, ducking his head before it rises again, gaze pulled back. He's leaning onto his arm, hand pressed flat onto the floor, and it's as far forward as he's permitting himself to go. "You're an ass, has anyone ever told you? Have I ever told you?"

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“What about my arse?” he asks innocently, gesturing to his waistband. “Did you want to see it?”

He grins briefly, gap in his teeth peeking out before he turns back to the basin. The flannel’s set aside in favor of splashing water over his face and head, running his fingers through half-copper, half-graying hair.

He’s having a grand old time here, especially knowing he has his full attention. He can sympathize with Rama’s plight, but he has full faith in his continued good health.

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This time he does laugh, helpless not to. The water over Francis' skin, the fingers in his hair, the terrible teasing and Francis' happiness, and that gap between his teeth revealed so briefly by his grin— Raju wants him very badly. He watches Francis wet his hair, knowing Francis is showing off for him, and feels his drawers growing tight. It's wonderful and terrible and the teasing's hit its mark, but Francis doesn't seem to expect Raju to actually take him up on it. So of course he wouldn't do anything else.

"Of course I do," he grins, that low tone still settled in his voice, even as laughter lingers around it. "If you'd be so kind."

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“That could be dangerous, my love,” he says, voice a bit of a low purr in his throat. He rubs at his neck and then picks up the flannel to rub himself down a final time, slow and with a lot more attention to detail. A spot on his wrist here, the hollow of his neck, his collarbones.

“Is that really something you want?”

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Raju looks surprised and then his hand curls into a fist, he leans even further forward, then lets out a hard breath through parted lips. My love was the last weight on a scale Raju didn't know was there, and he knows for certain now that he can't allow himself to move at all. If he did, it'd be to do something he can't allow himself. It'd been a matter of course at home, sometimes more or less often but never a surprise, the affectionate words. He realises, vaguely, that he can't remember the first time he and Seetha said something like that to each other. Whenever it was, it surely wasn't a surprise then either. But Francis is an adult whose life could have taken him anywhere else, and that he'd want to call Raju my love now wasn't ever guaranteed. It's an odd feeling. Not surprise, exactly.

"I want everything." The serious, intent way that it comes out wasn't something Raju planned, but it's true, and there's no reason for Francis not to know he means it. His gaze moves over Francis' body, down and then back up again. He starts to smile. "And I like danger. I like a challenge. Show me."

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He realizes the moment it’s said that he’d just leveled a challenge to Rama. He pauses to look back over to him, unsurprised to see the want in his face but taken aback by the other emotion there. He isn’t certain what it is exactly, he’s hard to read.

But he wants everything, and there’s no joking or teasing to detect in his words. Crozier inhales sharply. He feels a bit like prey walking straight into trap, but there’s an obvious thrill to be admired and have the command of someone like Rama.

“If you insist,” he says, thumb in his waistband. He pulls at his trousers, revealing small clothes first (that sealskin pair hasn’t been worn in quite some time) as he steps out of each leg. He locks eyes with him again - Rama wants to see his arse - and then turns around to strip off the last piece of clothing.

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The tight, powerful feeling inside him tells him that he could he could right now, that he should, that Francis is so close and there, there is all of him, and Raju could just get up and have it. There's no chance that feeling is going to win, not now with Francis' injuries healing but all the more obvious with the bandage off, but Raju likes the fight. Both hands are curling their fingers against the floor.

"You were washing, weren't you?" he asks, voice just as sharp as his gaze. "Go on."

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He shivers, a little from the cold, but mostly from the fire burning in Rama’s eyes. This game is as delightful as it is agonizing. They can tease each other all they want, but they both know Crozier isn’t fully healed yet. They’ll tease and laugh and then ultimately have to calm themselves down again before it goes too far.

Hasn’t it already gone too far?

He smiles wickedly and picks up the flannel again, letting it wander lower and lower, his body angled away from Rama so his actions are slightly veiled from him. The flannel gets dipped back into the basin, Crozier bending slightly as he wrings it out, then lets the water drip back down his chest and back.

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Raju catches himself leaning to try and see what Francis has hidden by turning away from him, and laughs under his breath as he stops himself. He waits until Francis has bent down, admiring the view, and until he's straightened up again.

"Not going to let me see the rest?" He isn't really complaining about it, even as part of him wants to. It's a game of restriction, after all, and Francis' teasing is restricting just enough. But he wouldn't be complaining if he did see more, either.

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“You only said arse,” replies Crozier, moving slowly as he bends to wash his thighs.

It’s strategic as well - the less Rama sees the more fun the game is, of course. It has nothing to do with the heavy rush of blood between his legs, the red blush creeping from neck right down his stomach and rapidly swelling cock.

He never took himself as an exhibitionist, but when the voyeur is as striking as Rama…well.

He allows for the slightest of peeks as he twists to wash the back of his thighs and down to his calves.

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Raju's still sitting, still leaning toward Francis. His hands are half-clenched on the floor and his head is cocked, and his gaze is between Francis' legs. He catches Francis' peek at him and the gaze moves to Francis' face and he grins, knowing and pleased. He might be able to see a blush there, angle of Francis' stance permitting, and knows in a rush that Francis might be able to see Raju's interest even better now if he looks at the same spot in return. Or maybe Raju will have to shed a layer to make it as obvious as it feels. Maybe if Francis asks.

"I did," he confirms, gaze admiring. "And if I said something else?"

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He thinks Rama knows he'd give him whatever he wanted, all he would need to do is ask. In fact, he'd probably give without needing to be asked, but Rama's voice is low and silky, and it wraps around the part of is brain that craves more.

"I'd consider it," he replies, looking outright at his clenched hands, the rigidity of his posture that seems wound up like a gear. He could leap forward now, pounce and just take what he wanted, but that remarkable self-control is keeping him in stasis.

Well. Not all of him. He can plainly see the tugging of his trousers, the dozen layers or so that Rama wears be damned. He smirks softly, trying to keep himself under control despite the very real burning in his belly. If he asked Rama to wash his back right now - no, that isn't part of the game. He can't. But he can shift his weight and turn, just barely letting Rama catch a glimpse of his hidden front.

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A noise makes it out from the back of Raju's throat, low and appreciative. He shifts his weight to shift his position in his drawers and lets out a hard, slow breath through parted lips. "What would I have to do?" he murmurs. "To get you to do more than consider?"

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He can think of a few things.

Crozier brushes his hair back from his face, licking his lips in an impression of a man deep in thought. "What would you have to do..."

Well, those trousers are probably very uncomfortable. "You could let me see what I'm doing to you," he tells him, brow raising suggestively. "You look like you might need a little room in your trousers."

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A smile spills over Raju's face and his hands hurry to the buttons of his trousers— and then stop there, as he realises he's just hurried himself away from the collected, controlled impression he'd been cultivating before. He ducks his head over a very quiet laugh, gaze quickly growing hungry again as he looks back up, his eyes raking over the parts of Francis that he can see.

His fingers move quickly again, undoing one fly and then the other, hooking his thumbs under his drawers and pushing the whole lot down a little on one side, a little on the other, groaning a little as he has to shift to make it happen and feels the material moving against him. Then he tugs up his shirts, moving their ends out of the way. Then his hips are bare, the very tops of his thighs are bare, the skin of his stomach just above his groin feels the air. It doesn't feel cold at all. He pauses a moment looking into Francis' eyes and smiles, pleased, reaching inside his drawers to tug his cock free.

"What about this? Can you see what you're doing now?"

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He feels winded by the sight of him, clearly as thrilled and uncomfortable as he is from all this prolonged eye contact and unabashed flirting. Just a hint of his bare skin makes his mouth water like a goddamned animal, whatever remaining bit of blood that had been making its way to his brain automatically diverting downwards.

"I can see," he says, trying to swallow the hard lump caught in his throat. God. God. He wants to get down on his knees and worship him with his mouth. He can just imagine how he tastes, how he'd feel on his tongue...

He returns the smile, red now from head to toe. He's a man of his word though, and turns so Rama can get a good view of the front of him, flushed chest and need all on full display for this man. He keeps his chin up and his hand on the flannel despite the very strong urge to cower and cover himself, locking eyes with Rama and then taking a good long look at his body.

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He wants to be closer. He wants to, it would be alright it would be easy...

Raju bites his lip over his smile, gaze moving up Francis very slowly, taking its time with every part of him. When he reaches Francis' groin he glances up to his face, smile growing, and his own hand moves just a little over sensitive skin. He lets out a hard breath and moves his gaze over the top half of Francis, head to neck, to chest, to stomach, to hips.

"I want to taste your skin," he says, voice rough. "Look how far down that blush goes. I want to mark the rest of your skin that colour, too."