Chapter 134

Nicholas slowly stepped away and broke Ezra, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He muttered.

"It's not ticklish at all, I was just wondering what you were doing," Nicholas looked up at Ezra, frowning.

Ezra chuckled, "I'm just checking if you can still feel the area around it...does it hurt? Itch?" He asked slowly, his fingers still gently tracing around the dressed wound on Nicholas' smooth stomach muscles.

Nicholas' frown got deeper, "I...I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, it's not itching, I'm fine, move," He raised his hand and pushed Ezra away from himself. 

Ezra wanted to smirk but didn't. He knew it would get Nicholas angry, and he was too tired to banter with him, so he just let him go.

"Alright, I just want to know if the wound is getting infected or not since you refused me to stitch it up, but you're alright. You can go shower; I'll have a cloth for you by the time you're out of the bathroom," he said and sat back on the bed.

Nicholas blinked; he wanted to say something but kept it to himself; he was wondering if this was how Ezra always treated all his patients. He was quiet and too caring for a doctor-patient relationship.

He stepped back, keeping his eyes on Ezra's unreadable, he was just about to turn away from Ezra when he called him again. 

"Nick, wait," Ezra stood and went over to his bedside drawer.

Nicholas was starting to feel like Ezra was purposely troubling him, but he still halted; he wanted to know what Ezra had to say this time.

"Take off your shirt," Ezra ordered as he walked over to Nicholas. 

"What?" Nicholas reeled back.

Ezra sighed. "Just take it off already, I need to cover the wound," He showed Nicholas the plastic bandage.

"Hurry, Nick," He urged.

Nicholas reluctantly pulled the shirt off his head, stretching his hand to give the shirt to Ezra, "Here, I don't know where you keep your laundry," He said.

"Of course," Ezra took the shirt and hung it over his shoulder.

"I just need to cover this with a plastic bandage. We don't need water touching it," Ezra mumbled as he placed the bandage over the wound.

"I'll change the dressing after your shower," He said and turned away from Nicholas. 

"There are new towels in the drawers," He informed Nicholas as he left the room.

Nicholas stood at his spot, trying to understand what was happening. 

Was Ezra trying to act like they were friends? No arguments, no insults, no provocations...it was too suspicious. He suspects that Ezra must have something hidden, he was just waiting for the right time to unveil his evil plan.

"Weirdo," He muttered and went into the bathroom to shower.

Ezra was already waiting for Nicholas by the time he came out of the bathroom.

Nicholas paused as he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Ezra lying shirtless on his bed, with his arm over his eyes. Je looked like he had just taken a shower too.

His loose blue pants seemed to be comfortable because he looked so calm and comfortable, almost as if he was sleeping. 

Nicholas sighed; he was probably sleeping; why wouldn't he? Who reads the whole day without food? 

Nicholas scoffed and walked over to the bed to pick up the pair of clothes that was sitting beside Ezra on the bed. He must have brought it out for him.

He picked up the pants and frowned, it was the same as the one Ezra was putting on.

Why would Ezra give him a matching outfit? Just to annoy him?

He wanted to walk back to the bathroom to fix his clothes but he just decided to pull the pants up under his towel.

He was doing just that when Ezra slowly turned his face to him and opened his eyes, "You're out?" He asked tiredly, lifting himself with his elbow to sit up on the bed.

"Look away, I'm trying to get dressed here," Nicholas ordered.

"Sorry," Ezra muttered tiredly and looked away from Nicholas. 

As Nicholas pulled his pants down to his waist, he stared at Ezra and wondered why he was being so obedient and peaceful. 

He gently removed the towel from his waist and folded it.

He caught Ezra pushing his fingers through his hair and he couldn't deny that he looked sexy at that moment. He was aware that Ezra was a handsome nerd, but he wasn't his type, plus he hated him.

"Are you done?" Ezra asked when he started to feel Nicholas' eyes on him.

Nicholas blinked and slowly nodded, "Yeah. I'll just go drop this-"

"Give it here, um, just sit," Ezra replied and crawled out of bed, looking like he would drop to sleep at any second.

He got down from the bed and took the towel from Nicholas' hand, "Don't fix your shirt; you can do that after I'm done with the wound," He said in a quiet voice.

Nicholas watched Ezra walk out of the room. It seemed he was taking the towel to his laundry room. Nicholas indirectly felt insulted. 

Why would Ezra watch a towel after just one fucking use? Does it mean that he was the dirty and bacteria-filled one as he used his for up to a week?!

Rubbish.

He felt like Ezra just wanted to intimidate people with his profession, but he didn't care; he would behave as he had always behaved. He didn't care if it pleased through doctor or not. 

Ezra soon returned with a first aid box in his hand. He pulled a chair from his bedroom table and went over to sit beside the bed.

"Come here, Nick," He patted the space in front of him.

Nicholas stood from the other side of the bed and went over to sit in front of Ezra.

"Do you want to lie down or you're good this way?" Ezra asked as he took some ointments out of the first-aid box

"I'll sit," Nicholas replied, putting his hands behind him to support himself. 

Ezra nodded, not saying a word.

He fixed a glove and gently removed the bandage and dressing from the wound.

He cleaned the wound with neutral liquid and applied an ointment to it, "Does it hurt?" He slowly raised his head to look at Nicholas. 

Nicholas raised a brow at him, "Of course, I'm human, not a robot," He scoffed. 

"Sorry," Ezra said, gently starting to dress the wound with fresh dressings.

"What's with you, Ezra? Why are you pretending to be nice?" Nicholas couldn't help it; he wanted to call Ezra out, so he stopped playing with him.

Ezra ignored him for a few seconds before he asked, "How was your day?" He glanced at Nicholas and went back to focusing on the wound.

Nicholas frowned, "Why? You care?" 

"Did you miss me? I know my home can be quite boring," Ezra spoke calmly, he finished what he was doing and looked up at Nicholas, waiting for his reply.

Nicholas found himself speechless; the look he saw on Ezra's face showed that he was serious about his questions, which left him baffled; why would Ezra be asking him that kind of question? 

Why would he miss him? That's just a stupid question.

"Are you done?" Nicholas questioned.

Ezra nodded, "I am." He answered.

Nicholas nodded and wanted to stand up but Ezra placed a gentle hand on his thigh. "Answer my questions first, Nicholas. How was your day? And, did you miss me?" He asked again.

Nicholas couldn't believe this was happening; Ezra must have turned on the wrong switch in his head that evening. 

"You are acting weird, Doc, are you okay?" Nicholas raised his hand to feel Ezra's forehead. 

"I'm fine," He removed Nicholas' hand from his forehead, placing it down on his thigh. 

"Then...what's this?" Nicholas asked cautiously. 

"This is a human relationship, Nicholas. We are two humans in a house, it's only natural we communicate," He replied.

"But you don't communicate with anyone when you're alone," Nicholas stated. 

Ezra sighed, "But I'm not alone now, Nicholas. Come on, don't make this hard, just answer me," he pleaded quietly.

"This is awkward, but if you want to know, my day was splendid; I'm not the one who's going to develop an ulcer. And, no, I didn't miss you, that would be stupid, Doc," He spoke with irritation.

Ezra chuckled, "I just want to make sure you did feel ignored while I was working...but it also seems like you were worried about me not eating, right?" He asked.

"Worried? No, I was just stating a fact, I'm surprised you don't have that knowledge as a doctor...starving isn't good for the health, but I'm sure you know more about that, get your hands off me, I need to sleep," He removed his hand from Ezra's hand on his lap.

Ezra smiled, nodded, and stood from the chair; he placed his hands beside Nicholas and leaned down toward him.

"Ezra, if this is one of reversed psychology, please, move aside; I need to sleep," Nicholas moved his upper body backward.

Ezra was studying Nicholas as he tried to avoid him. He was finding out that Nicholas really seemed stumped each time he got this close to him, and he was curious to know why.

"What if it wasn't a reversed psychology, Nicholas? What if what you're seeing is what I intend to do?" He questioned in a low voice.

Nicholas blinked slowly, his eyes betraying him to run down Nicholas' naked chest.

"Answer me, Nicholas," Ezra said, watching Nicholas stare at his body.

"No, I'm not interested..." Nicholas muttered and placed a hand on Ezra's chest to push him away, but Ezra wouldn't budge; he was in a position where he had more stamina than Nicholas, who was trying to lean away from him.

"Ezra...move," Nicholas frowned at him.

"But you're staring, Nicholas, do I turn you on?" His face got closer to Nicholas' face, stopping just a few inches away from it.

Nicholas gulped quietly, "I think you're taking this too far, Doc, just get off-"

"Can I kiss you?" Ezra asked all of a sudden.

"What?!" Nicholas asked, his eyes widened and heart racing.

Ezra placed a knee beside Nicholas, one of his hands moving up behind Nicholas.

"Can I kiss you, Nicholas?" He whispered.

Nicholas shook his head, "You're out of your mind," He muttered.

"Is that a yes?" Ezra questioned.

Nicholas shook his head, "It's enough, Ezra. I've had enough, get off before I get violent," 

"I'm going to kiss you, if it turns you on, we can work it out. You can come to me whenever you want to do it, I'd do it for free, no strings attached," Ezra placed a hand behind Nicholas' head and leaned his head in, his lips aligning with Nicholas'.

Nicholas was frozen until he saw Ezra's lips getting too close, he quickly snapped out of it and placed a finger on Ezra's lips.

"Quit this nonsense, Ezra. I'm not a playboy like you are, and I only have sex with someone I love. I'm not a random fucker like you. Even if I were, it would never be you. Now, ger iff me and never play this way with me, ever," He finished and pushed hard against Ezra's chest.

Ezra let Nicholas push him off.

He moved away and picked up his first aid box then stared at Nicholas. 

"Confirmed, Nicholas. I was trying to make sure we could stay together without developing feelings. That's what happens when two people spend time together a lot. Goodnight, Nick. I'll see you tomorrow," He said and walked out of the room.

Nicholas released a long sigh as Ezra left the room, he placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart drum out of rhythm. 

"What the fuck was that?" He muttered, staring at the door.