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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End
  Relationship:
      Hyakuya_Mikaela/Hyakuya_Yuuichirou
  Character:
      Hyakuya_Mikaela, Hyakuya_Yuuichirou, Hiiragi_Shinoa, Ichinose_Guren
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Tutoring, Senpai-Kouhai_Relationship,
      Senpai_Notice_Me, Secret_Crush, Crush_at_First_Sight, Awkward_Flirting,
      Blushing, Sexual_Tension, Fluff_and_Smut, Eventual_Smut, Slow_Burn, Top
      Hyakuya_Mikaela, Bottom_Hyakuya_Yuuichirou
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-18 Completed: 2017-03-29 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 69692
****** Let Me Teach Yuu ******
by Saramaryllis, Vixenfur
Summary
     “He’s failing.” Mikaela blinked at his teacher, Mr. Ichinose- or just
     ‘Guren,’ as he preferred to be called- who was standing in front of
     Mikaela, cross armed, eyebrows scrunched.
     =====================================================================
     Yuuichirou is failing particular studies in school, and Guren calls
     in the help of the smart but younger student Mikaela. Yuuichirou
     isn't too pleased at the time, but when he meets Mikaela, everything
     changes.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** The Tutor is Hot and Guren is an Asshole *****
“He’s failing.”
Mikaela blinked at his teacher, Mr. Ichinose- or just ‘Guren,’ as he preferred
to be called- as he stood in front of Mikaela, eyebrows scrunched.
“I know it’s not your problem,” Guren continued, rolling his eyes
before pinching the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache. “But you’re
really intelligent and incredibly advanced for your age.” He waved the hand
that was pinching his nose before as he spoke. “So I was thinking, if you’re
okay with helping him out, it’d take a load off my shoulders. The kid won’t
listen to a word of advice I have to offer when it comes to teaching. He gets
all pissed off at me, says that my teaching is the problem, and dammit, I’d be
lying if I said I didn’t believe him sometimes.”
“Your teaching is just fine, Guren-sensei,” Mikaela started, but Guren shook
his head dismissively.
“Thank you, Mikaela, but...” Guren sighed. “There’s just something that’s not
clicking with him and I can’t figure out what. Sometimes, another kid can help
better than an adult can, as weird as that sounds, and since you’re doing so
well yourself, I thought, maybe you could offer him some insight and tutor him
a few nights a week...?”
“Of course! Absolutely!” Mikaela blurted immediately as his heart began racing
in his chest excitedly. Guren fixed him with a mildly surprised stare. Mikaela
felt himself freeze as he began to blush; Shit, was I too forward...?He thought
worriedly.
“Are you two already friends?” Guren questioned curiously, but Mikaela flailed
his arms, ears burning under his thick hair.
“N-No, I just-” Mikaela stammered, unsure of how to answer. No, I just have a
huge crush on him and have been looking up to him since the year started, so I
already know things like how he chews on his pencil when he’s confused, and how
he leans back on his chair really far when he spaces out, and how he likes to
stare out the window, and sigh heavily over something-
“Ah,” Guren smirked, as if understanding something, and Mika gulped a bit. Did
he know? Mikaela looked away shyly, but Guren only laughed a bit. “Okay. I get
it. Moving on, now. What weekdays work for you? That little punk does nothing
but hang out with his friends, so any day will work for him...” Even if said
'little punk' tried to proclaim he could do none of them, he would. Guren would
make sure he would.
“A-Ah, um,” Mikaela flailed and grabbed his bag, reaching inside of it and
pulling out his notebook. He looked down at his free days and smiled as he
looked back up to Guren. “Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays?”
“Perfect,” Guren grinned, “Nabbing him of his Friday night. It’ll teach him
about having ‘fun’ when you’re failing classes.” Mikaela shifted uneasily, and
Guren cleared his throat. “Alright, thank you, Mikaela. I’ll give you extended
due dates on assignments as recompense, if you need that.”
“I don’t think there will be a problem,” Mikaela chided, a huge grin on his
face before he bowed. “Thank you, Guren-sensei! Um, is it okay if I leave now?
I really should get to my next class before I'm late...”
Guren nodded and replied, “You're excused. I’ll see you soon, then,” He
followed it up with a wave as Mikaela scurried out of the room.
—
Yuuichirou looked down at the failing grade stamped across his test sheet and
couldn’t hold back the groan that followed. He peered up at his teacher, who
was glaring down at him, then furrowed his brows together. Opening his mouth,
ready to defend himself, Guren held his finger up to Yuuichirou’s lips,
effectively silencing him before he could say anything at all.
“Don’t even try it, brat,” Guren scoffed.
“Don’t even try what?” Yuuichirou replied hotly. “It wasn’t my fault that I
failed. Do you know how hard it is to study with friends like those pricks
behind me?” He shot a dark look at said pricks. Guren followed his line of
sight. At the entrance to the room, Shinoa, Mitsuba, Kimizuki and Yoichi, all
good friends of Yuuichirou's, were loitering around, waiting for him before
they headed off together.
Guren glared at them, snapped at them to leave and they quickly
scattered with some hilarious faces that Guren appreciated. Even more
aggravated, the man turned his attention back to Yuuichirou and the crease in
his brow had deepened.
“Be that as it may, Yuuichirou, I’m afraid if you fail any more of my tests
this year, you’ll be repeating the class, and as such,” Guren grinned, and to
Yuuichirou, it felt like pure evil had risen up from hell and plastered itself
across Guren's face. “… I’ll be assigning you a tutor. His name is Mikaela and
he’s one of your underclassmen.”
Yuuichirou’s mouth had dropped open, but no sound came out. He was being
assigned a personal tutor and they were younger than him? What a load of
bullshit, crap, piece of shit- Guren had to be kidding him. Fuck. “That’s not
fair," he snarled. "That’s not fair at all, I-” 
"Oh, and one more thing," Guren said, interrupting and ignoring Yuuichirou when
he finally did manage to speak. Guren looked nothing but happy when he glanced
at the clock on the wall and continued, “He should be finishing his class any
time now and on his way here to see you. I wouldn’t get too down. Who knows,
maybe you already know each other.”
Yuuichirou's face was livid; he highly doubted it.
—
Mikaela basically bounded out of his last class of the day, heart slamming his
chest. He was finally going to meet Yuu- the 'Yuu' he’d been glancing at in the
halls. The 'Yuu' his eyes would linger on during gym class, admiring his
physical form and abilities. The 'Yuu' he’d watched order the same juice from
the same vending machine every day and kick at it angrily when it
malfunctioned. Finally, he’d be able to speak to him and become friends and
maybe more...
When he reached the door to the classroom, he halted.
Suddenly, he was incredibly nervous. What if Yuuichirou didn’t like him? What
if he wasn’t into guys? Did he ever consider that? Mikaela’s heart began to
sink, and he faltered as he tried to force himself to take a step. It was hard,
but... he’d never know until he tried.
Mikaela settled on a firm resolve to suck it up and give it all a try. After
all, he would never know unless he gave it his best shot. After calming down
from all of his excitement, Mikaela put on his best smile and opened the door.
The second he did, it was like a wave of tension escaped and it was physically
hard for him not to gulp.
“Good afternoon, Guren-sensei!” Mikaela greeted as he moved inside. His heart
leapt in his throat when Yuuichirou turned and looked directly at him. He’s
looking at me. He’s finally looking at me… Mikaela thought excitedly. 
He stepped close beside Yuuichirou confidently and reached out his hand
politely. In his mind, what came next sounded a lot less flustered. “Hello, you
must be Yuuichirou. I’m Mikaela, but Mika is fine!” He almost choked on the
last word. Did I speak too fast? Too high pitched? Did I stutter? Mikaela’s
heart slammed as he waited for Yuuichirou’s response.
Yuuichirou did recognize Mikaela, but not in a personal, close-quarters type of
way. He had seen the other around occasionally, his friends- Shinoa
specifically- had pointed him out a few times; messy blond hair, brightest blue
eyes he had ever seen, and a truly hidden smile that was as gorgeous as it was
rare. Normally, Yuuichirou would shake the other’s hand, or maybe shout and
demand that he doesn’t need tutoring, but instead, something happened to him.
Characteristically, he should be kicking up a fuss now, but he hovered there in
silence. His eyes had scoped out the length of Mikaela’s body three times now,
and Mikaela must think him rude for all of his staring.
Mikaela, meanwhile tried not to twitch under Yuu’s... blatantly obvious
observing and heated cheeks. He’s staring at me. Just staring. And... and
blushing. Does he know? Is he checking me out? Is that why such an adorable
shade of red is all over his skin?Mika was getting all worked up, blinking
wide-eyed at his Senpai. It is Guren that finally managed to make Yuuichirou
react by whacking him upside the back of his head. Mikaela winced from phantom
pain.
It certainly broke the tension that just formed between them.
“Oi, brat,” Guren snapped. Yuuichirou scowled and Mikaela was left to watch as
Yuuichirou yelled at Guren about the wrongs of a teacher hitting a student.
Guren snorted when all of the heated yelling came to a stop. He said, “Don’t
get your panties in a twist. Are you going to say hello to him or not? You have
to be nice to this guy, you know. He's going to help you pass.”
Mikaela watched them bicker, heart tattering nervously in his chest while his
arm started to ache. He wondered if he should drop his hand and just smile
instead, but he kept it in the air, despite his literal shaking. Yuuichirou had
been staring at him so much just moments before, and he turned so red as he
did. It made Mikaela feel crazy. What does it mean? Mikaela could stare at
Yuuichirou like that and it would make sense, but... when it is the other way
around, Mikaela didn't have a clue.
He focused on Yuuichirou again just in time to watch him jerk back as though he
had been slapped before huffing loudly. Yuuichirou turned back to Mikaela,
grabbed his hand in a firm grip and shook it. The feeling was electric to
Mikaela. Of course, it was a rough grip, and Mikaela wondered what it’d be like
for Yuuichirou to touch him intimately, but just knowing that Yuuichirou’s
hands were warm and that he had such a grip made Mikaela giddy beyond belief.
“Nice to meet you, Mikaela-” Yuuichirou said. He couldn’t use nicknames yet,
that just wasn’t right. Normally, he wasn't one for caring about formalities,
but there was something about Mikaela. Still, he had to say something to piss
of Guren, so he continued with, “I am sorry to tell you, but I do not need a
tutor and so this is a waste of your- ouch asshole, fuck.” His hands ran to the
new sting on his skull. 
“He does need a tutor,” Guren turned to Yuuichirou, having thwacked him once
again. “You do need a tutor, you idiot student, and on Mondays, Wednesdays and
Fridays, you’re going to find a place where you-" he turned to Mikaela, "-and
this brat can cuddle up and pour over all of the simple and yet somehow
impossible subjects for you." He glared at Yuuichirou. Mikaela couldn’t help
his smile at the display. They seemed to be close.
Yuuichirou bristled and took his hand back from Mikaela, then bunched them into
fists instead. He held said fists up to Guren and shook them. “You can’t take
away my Fridays, we go out on them!” Yuuichirou protested. "It's our one real
night together!" That was a lie and Guren knew it. Guren snorted, since
that was of no real consequence to him. Yuuichirou could see from the look on
Guren’s face that he wasn't going to win their fight.
He wasn't usually one to give up so quickly, but he did anyways. With a sigh,
Yuuichirou dropped his arms to his sides and turned to Mikaela. He didn't mean
to be so hostile, and Mikaela must think badly of him by now, but he
was grumpy, his body was jumpy, and Guren was an asshole. So when Yuuichirou
finally spoke to Mikaela again, he does it a bit more harshly than necessary.
“I just want to pass the next few tests and then I’ll be out of your hair,"
Yuuichirou grumbles, but it’s okay, because Yuuichirou had yet to see that he
was blushing from head to toe. In fact, he had been blushing since the second
he laid eyes on Mikaela, and harsh words meant nothing when flustered.
“It’s alright, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela chimed, lacing his hands behind his back.
It seemed like a polite gesture, but Mikaela was really squeezing his own
fingers to death, trying to stop them from shaking. “I’m more than happy to
help.” He froze, fearing his sudden enthusiasm was too forward. “I mean, I’d
help anyone in need.” Mikaela felt slightly dreadful about the statement,
thinking it was too vague.
At this rate, would he ever be successfully flirtatious with Yuuichirou? Not
that you're trying to flirt in front of our teacher, Mika,Mikaela thought, so
hopefully, this doesn't quite count. 
“Alright you two, why don’t you go get ice cream or something to get to know
each other?” Guren cleared his throat loudly. “Or… whatever the hell kids do
these days. Just... shoo, off you go.” He brushed them away like he was ridding
himself of a couple of gnats, and Mikaela bowed politely before gesturing
Yuuichirou to follow him. Yuuichirou bristled, taken aback by Guren demanding
they act like friends.
He didn’t know this guy and yet- Yuuichirou looked at Mikaela again and
suddenly his heart thudded hard in his chest.
How strange. 
Yuuichirou's initial irritation after such an unexpected feeling died down and
he grumbled hotly under his breath, “… sure. Ice cream sounds good.”
Mikaela wasn’t expecting to get that lucky. Spending time with Yuuichirou
straight away just seemed miraculous. Mikaela expected hellos, greetings, and
goodbyes. To think that Guren was encouraging them to bond... it sounded more
like a joke than anything and yet, Yuuichirou seemed to be on board with the
idea.
Dragging his messenger style school bag over his shoulder and nudging it so
that the bag laid against his hip, Yuuichirou moved so that he was standing
next to his new tutor, then glared at Guren.
Mikaela was instantly excited, eyes lighting up when Yuuichirou stepped over to
him. Yuuichirou, on the other hand, was just annoyed that despite his
want to dislike Mikaela on principle, he couldn’t. The younger student was
kind. He had a warmth to his eyes that Yuuichirou did not often see. And
embarrassingly, when Yuuichirou looked at him, his eyes immediately went to
that small smile. An image too dirty to mention popped to his mind, and
Yuuichirou bristled. He was instinctively perving on the younger student who
was going to tutor him. They just met and his mind went to such a dirty place.
He could already tell that this tutoring was going to end terribly. Dirty
thoughts for a younger student who's only reason for being there was to tutor
him- how shameful was he? Shooting Guren one last dirty look, he lightly pushed
his hand on Mikaela’s shoulder and pointed to the exit. 
Mikaela’s breath might’ve hitched slightly when Yuuichirou touched his
shoulder, and he prayed that Yuuichirou didn’t notice. Yuuichirou would surely
find it weird that his underclassman was swooning over every little thing,
right?
“Come on, let’s get out of here before he decides I need a tutor for waking up
on time,” Yuuichirou said, snorting; surprisingly, Yuuichirou was rather good
at waking up on most days. He liked to exercise in the morning. It was what
gave him the firm, tough body that makes fighting with idiots so much easier.
Mikaela smiled a bit at Yuuichirou’s comment and began to walk. Reaching the
door, Yuuichirou turns around one last time to see Guren smiling at him with a
telling look that suggests to him that Guren knows something that he doesn’t.
So, he reacted appropriately and held up his hand, fisted it, and used his
other hand to wind the mock-crank that pulled up his middle finger.
Mikaela turned to wave at Guren, only to see Yuuichirou completely flicking him
off in the American way. Mikaela was shocked, eyes widening at the situation.
Even as Guren barked out a laugh, showing that he didn't mind, Mikaela quickly
walked out into the hallway before anything else could happen. When Yuuichirou
joined him, Mikaela faced him with a stern expression.
“Yuu-senpai, you shouldn’t do that to your teachers,” Mikaela advised
carefully. “Especially if you want to pass. That’s the first advice I’ll give
you.” He smiled a bit, nerves still edging in his mind, but he couldn't help
it. He really liked how Yuuichirou had been blushing at him earlier. Mikaela
kind of had an urge to tease him about it, yet he decided to let it
slide. After all, they just met, and Mikaela didn’t want their first afternoon
together to be a total disaster.
Yuuichirou gave him a look before he rolled his eyes. He walked in the
direction of the school exit that was closest to the main road. Mikaela
followed as they fell into silence until Yuuichirou mentioned an ice cream shop
that was just a few blocks away. Mikaela replied that he knew the one. At least
now they had a destination to head to.
Once outside, Mikaela mentioned a thought that had been playing on his mind.
“Guren-sensei seems awfully harsh to you, too. For a teacher, maybe it’s a bit…
much?”
Braving a short look at Mikaela’s face, Yuuichirou snorted and looked forward
again. It was a sunny day, and he had to squint slightly at the glittering
puddles from the rainfall the night before. “You don’t need to worry about him,
we live together. He’s not just my teacher. He’s my guardian, but the bastard
is never home…” Yuuichirou spoke, then looked at Mikaela again as they made it
to the main road.
Mikaela was surprised to find out that Guren was Yuuichirou’s parent- he would
of never thought that. He was kind of shocked that neither of them mentioned it
before. Before he could ask more, Yuuichirou continued. “Anyway, uh, since
we’re going to be hanging out more, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”
Mikaela felt his heart patter at the thought of Yuuichirou desiring to know
more about him. It seemed incredibly genuine, or maybe that was just Mikaela's
wishful thinking. This could be his chance  to set himself up as a good partner
for Yuuichirou, should it become possible. 
“Ah, well, I...” Mikaela said, before pausing. He wasn't quite sure where to
start. “I enjoy school, I suppose. I do well in it. But more than that, I love
to play violin. Music is a favorite hobby of mine.” He glanced at Yuuichirou.
Reaching behind his head, Yuuichirou scratched his head, nodded to show he was
listening. He took in Mikaela’s features once again. He didn't understand why
he couldn’t stop staring at this boy. He was gorgeous, and from the way Mikaela
spoke, he was kind as well. Yuuichirou embarrassingly realized that what was
happening could be described as instant attraction to this underclassman of
his.
“Though, despite popular opinion, I’m not a huge classical music nerd,” Mikaela
continued on, glancing at the ground. “When I sing at karaoke, I always pick
pop songs-”
Yuuichirou was so embarrassed by his sudden realization that he stopped paying
attention to where he was walking. In result, he slammed hard into an lamp
post. Accompanying the thud was a ringing sound in his ears as he stumbled and
fell down onto his butt, interrupting Mikaela's speaking.
Mikaela only looked away for a second- and yet, Yuuichirou was on the ground,
looking startled. Mikaela stared at him. He wanted to laugh and, at the same
time, he was worried. Unsure of what just happened, he didn’t want to appear
mocking, but it just seemed so much like a romantic comedy that it was hard to
hold back. Watching Yuuichirou carefully, Mikaela looked for signs of distress.
Immediately covering his nose and mouth, Yuuichirou cringed. This was so
humiliating for him. He had been so taken by Mikaela’s existence that he had
just done something that he was sure only happened in movies. God forbid
anybody he knew walked by. He’d never hear the end of it. Whimpering through
the pain, he lifted his hands off of his face and noticed blood on his fingers.
Mikaela was still in a state between worry and laughter when saw the blood. It
prompted him to freak out. “Yuu-senpai!” He called out, then crouched down next
to him and frantically looked for something to help Yuuichirou. “What do I
do... ah, here, wait-” Mikaela stood up and looked around. They reached the
street with the ice-cream shop, and conveniently next to it was also a corner
store.
He darted inside and asked for a first-aid kit. They lent some supplies to
Mikaela, who rushed back outside and crouched down next to Yuuichirou.
“Here, just hold still...” Mikaela shooed Yuuichirou’s hands away and tilted
his chin, angling it so he could see the injury. He didn’t seem to break his
nose- just bruised it and broke a blood vessel. Mikaela squinted, then looked
at the first aid and got out a gauze. He cleaned the wound and bandaged it
easily enough, despite Yuuichirou's whining, then returned the kit to the shop-
owners with a grateful bow and a small tip as compensation.
“Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela gazed at him, smiling a bit at how embarrassed Yuuichirou
looked. “You can tell everyone we got in a fight tomorrow, if it helps?” As
soon as Yuuichirou’s eyes lit up, Mikaela chuckled and added with a playful
tone, “But I won the fight. And your nose proves it.” It was bold of Mikaela to
talk down to an upperclassmen like he did, but he was only teasing, and he felt
it was the perfect chance to mess with Yuuichirou.
Yuuichirou was nothing but grateful for Mikaela’s help (and the shop owners,
who had kindly not come out to see the incident) until Mikaela gave him the
most bullshit excuse he had ever heard. Instead of growling about it, he
laughed and smiled. 
“Sounds like a good idea, but..." Yuuichirou replied. He looked Mikaela up and
down as he got to his feet and held onto his nose. The bandage covering it
probably made him look a bit like a delinquent. “I don’t know if people would
believe it. I'm seen as pretty tough, you know.” He boasted and Mikaela was
instantly ready to argue back at him that, actually, he was also quite strong,
and he would win in a fight if they truly fought.
Reaching out, Yuuichirou lightly tugged onto the bangs hanging down Mikaela’s
face and then flicked his nose. “A cute underclassman like you, able to take on
a strong guy like me? Hah.”
“Owie,” Mikaela scrunched his nose when he was flicked, but it hopefully
distracted from the way his cheeks had blossomed red and how his eyes had
shimmered from affection. He couldn't help himself. 
Yuuichirou was reluctant to admit it, but Mikaela was taller than him, and
the muscles on his arms sure looked firmer tan his own. Still, Yuuichirou was
sure he had more experience. He was always getting into fights. Meanwhile, as
Yuuichirou reasoned with himself, Mikaela was frozen.
His Senpai, his long-term crush had just called him cute.
Was that cute remark Yuuichirou hitting on him? Mikaela tried to convince
himself otherwise. There was no way he could be that lucky. Yet... his heart
was picking up its pace as he looked at Yuuichirou’s smirk.
“What exercises do you do, anyway?” Yuuichirou asked, gesturing back to their
original destination that they were stalling themselves from reaching; he could
see it from where they stood. “Come and tell me as you buy me ice cream to
apologize for 'punching' me in the face.” He grinned cheekily, reminding the
other of their little plan, and crossed both arms over his chest. The bleeding
had stopped now, but his nose was still tender and the breeze was aggravating
it; he couldn’t wait to sit inside, away from the wind.
“Exercises...” Mikaela trailed off, following Yuuichirou as they continued to
the shop. He tapped his lip and said, “Standard weightlifting, I guess: pull-
ups, dumbbell curls and arm extensions... Nothing unusual.”
Coming up to the shop, Yuuichirou looked it up and down and then to Mikaela.
With a smirk, he pulled open the door and bowed teasingly, “After you, m’lady.”
He was not sure why he was clearly flirting (it wasn't helping him with this
instant attraction problem he had picked up on), but the words kept coming out
and he had no idea how to stop them. Mikaela blinked at the unusual nickname,
partially flustered and partially amused. He raised an eyebrow.
“Eh, but Yuu-senpai, you’re shorter than me,” he said slyly, “Wouldn’t you be
the lady?” Before Mikaela could take back his bold comment, he stepped inside
gracefully and walked up to the tabletop menu that stood just inside of the
door. He gazed at it, humming softly and wondering what flavor to order while
listening to Yuuichirou's blustering behind him. He couldn't hide his smirk and
it was lucky that Yuuichirou was too busy behind him to notice it.
Yuuichirou’s jaw had dropped, his mouth flopping open as Mikaela walked
onwards and he was kindly treated to a view of behind Mikaela. Yuuichirou was
so shocked by the teasing reply that he didn't realize how he was actually
impressed. He failed to notice just how incredibly attractive Mikaela was from
behind until it was too late. In something of a daze, he walked inside,
thinking about Mikaela's butt, and let the door bump him as it shut behind him.
Coming up beside Mikaela, his lips snapped together and he peered at the menu
as well, effectively silenced. That was very well played on Mikaela’s part.
Well played…?The thought struck Yuuichirou. What game where they playing?
Shouldn’t he be yelling his heart out of his chest by now for such rude
behavior? Instead, he was finding it really damn cute and heating up at
anything and everything that came from Mikaela’s mouth. How goddamn
frustrating... and yet, he couldn't find it in his heart to stop their
flirting- surely that was what it was, right?
Surely their playfulness wasn't just some way to get over the tension between
tutor and student, right?
Unaware of Yuuichirou's internal struggles, Mikaela was feeling a bit
victorious as he gazed at the menu. Yuuichirou was silently standing beside him
and nearly grinding his teeth. It was cute- it was very, very cute. Mikaela
cocked his mouth to the side, trying to hold back a laugh and instead focused
on the ice cream. He had been staring at it for so long now it was getting
weird.
All the while Mikaela cooed over Yuuichirou, Yuuichirou came to the absolute
realization that he was flirting and it had nothing to do with their tutor-
student status. He quickly slapped his hands to his mouth. The resounding smack
earned him a couple of stares from others in the shop. Mikaela gave him a
quizzical look. Yuuichirou, in response, quickly dropped his hands to his sides
and berated Mikaela in an attempt to save himself from his own self-caused
embarrassment.  
“I’m not that much smaller, like an inch maybe and I definitely can beat you in
a fight- do you want me to prove it?” Yuuichirou challenged, bristling. Yeah,
that felt more comfortable; less flirting and more arrogance, as it should be.
Mikaela just stared at him, tilting his head slightly before grinning.
“But Yuu-senpai...” Mikaela pointed to his nose. “You’re hurt already. It
wouldn’t be a fair fight if you were already injured.” It was true and Mikaela
knew that would only piss off Yuuichirou more, and he grinned to the point his
cheeks were starting to hurt. He really enjoyed this playful banter they had
going on. “It would ruin my reputation, you know. Everyone would see me as a
bully for beating up the same person twice.” Being with him already feels
really natural, Mikaela thought wistfully. He was certainly still a bit nervous
and hyperaware of everything he said and everything Yuuichirou did, but Mikaela
found that he was genuinely having fun and enjoying their conversations. He
could get used to this easily, and if they were dating, it would be even more
wonderful. Mikaela quickly chided himself for thinking so far ahead.
Yuuichirou just shoved Mikaela for the jibe. It was light and held no
hostility, but it came with a scoff and Yuuichirou huffily saying, “Well, you
cocky asshole. Now you’re buying me two cones and I won't take no for an
answer!”
“Wha...” Mikaela sighed, about to protest, but Yuuichirou was like
an unstoppable force. Looking at the menu, Yuuichirou reached and pointed at
the two flavors that he wanted and then hummed to himself. 
“And, I think I want a milkshake as well,” Yuu was feeling gluttonous, what
could he say.
“No fair, Senpai...” Mikaela whined. Though, he wouldn’t say no to the demands.
One day together and he already loved the idea of doting on Yuuichirou.
Yuuichirou gave off an evil laugh and Mikaela's eyes went a little wider.
Yuuichirou noticed and pushed his lips together. Mikaela found it incredibly
endearing.
“I- uh…” Yuuichirou trailed off, then came back with a snappy, “… just order
the ice cream already.”
The way Yuuichirou shifted awkwardly and fidgeted forced Mikaela to accept
something- that he was finished. That had been too cute. Yuuichirou from afar
had always been friendly, tough, and cute, but up close, he really was
no different. What was different were the emotions Mikaela felt. They were much
more real. Yuuichirou truly was going to be the end of him. He had survived his
desires for Yuuichirou by just watching from afar, but to now have him close as
well... Mikaela was doomed.
Unsure of what to say, he just nodded and in a slow, aimless voice replied,
"Yeah, ice cream... I'll order it now."
 
***** Mikaela Shindou, died while thinking of Yuuichirou Amane’s delicious bare
ass. *****
Chapter Summary
     There is nothing better than ice-cream and a crush.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Mikaela just finished asking Yuuichirou for his flavor preferences one more
time before Yuuichirou spoke about a different topic.
“I’m just going to get a seat and then we can talk more about the tutoring
sessions,” Yuuichirou said and Mikaela agreed. He turned and looked around,
searching for a table and when he found one, he went to it.
Without Mikaela to make him flustered, he was able to truly consider what this
tutoring meant; Monday, Wednesday and Friday didn’t seem too bad, but
considering how ten minutes with Mikaela had him acting like a playground kid
with a crush, it might start to get bad.
After he left Mikaela to pay and bring over everything, Yuuichirou watched him
and felt a bit guilty when he heard Mikaela request a tray to bring it all
over, since carrying 3 cones and a milkshake all by himself wasn't all that
doable. Mikaela didn't mind however. This was nothing when he had all of those
blushing Yuuichirou memories to keep him happy now.
Once the ice cream was handed to him, Mikaela turned around in time to see
Yuuichirou leaning back in his chair like he did in class- just on the verge of
falling over- and Mikaela felt his heart soar. He was being such a huge
goofball, rocking like that, but Mikaela loved it and took a moment to stare at
him.
This... oddly felt like a date. Was Yuuichirou thinking the same thing?
Considering how much he was blushing and calling Mikaela cute, Mikaela’s mind
was telling him that yes, Yuuichirou was obviously flirting, but Mikaela’s head
panicked and tried to convince him that he was just delusional.
His thoughts were clouded by his own feelings, right? It was easy to
misinterpret people’s actions when interested in them.
Just as Mikaela’s heart was about to sink at this realization, he noticed
Yuuichirou looking at him in time to see him grin, lift his hand and wave.
Mikaela snorted when Yuuichirou yelled, “Hurry up, getting hungry over here!”
Yuuichirou took his bag off of his shoulder as Mikaela walked over and put it
to the side. His eyes drifted to the scenery outside. The world looked ruffled
by the soft breeze, with trees and bushes swaying, making leaves fly. This felt
oddly romantic for just a get-to-know each other session. It was cute.
Feeling giddy, Mikaela stepped over to the table, set the tray down and sat
across from Yuuichirou. Yuuichirou reached out and grabbed the milkshake and
shoved the straw into his mouth, then slurped it up. It was vanilla flavored
and the straw was see-through. To anybody that dared to have a dirty mind, it
looked a lot like something else.
“Yuu-senpai, it’s not good for your health to have this much,” Mikaela
informed, swallowing thickly. “You’ll gain weight this way. All that hard work
for your muscles will go to waste,” he added, eyes trailing over Yuu’s arms and
torso... maybe a little too slowly. He gulped a bit and ripped his eyes away to
eat his ice cream.
Yuuichirou choked in his haste to answer. Spitting the straw out, thick globs
of vanilla ice cream dribbled out from his mouth and onto his uniform.
Mikaela’s eyes snapped to Yuuichirou when it happened. He had half a mind to
laugh at Yuuichirou’s mistake, but the color of the shake and the way it fell
out... Mikaela gulped hard. The tips of Mikaela's ears burned.
Cursing, Yuuichirou whirled his head around to look for a napkin. Mikaela was
about to offer one, but before he could, Yuuichirou found one himself. Except,
when he tried to clean it off, he rubbed it in instead and cursed louder.
“Heh, Yuu-senpai, that’s not helping,” Mikaela pointed out. He figured
Yuuichirou would just leave it from there on out and lapped at some of his own
ice cream, but then Yuuichirou started to un-do his jacket and peel it off.
The shirt underneath was ruffled and only half-buttoned. Two of the buttons
were through the wrong hole, and it was clear that he had been late to school
that morning. Mikaela froze, eyes glued as Yuuichirou rolled his shoulders and
strained his neck,  showing off the messily buttoned undershirt.
Seeing Mikaela stare, he explained with a grin. “This morning was a bad one for
me, okay?”
Is this some sort of test, God? Mika thought dreadfully as Yuu grinned up at
him. Mikaela realized his face was incredibly red and he was looking at
Yuuichirou hungrily, so he quickly looked away, trying to clear his throat.
Watching Mikaela’s expression as it changed into something else, Yuuichirou
grinned harder. Yuuichirou made this situation impossibly more difficult by
saying, “I mean, if it’s bothering you that much I could just strip here and
re-do it all now?” Yuuichirou would never ever do such a thing, but it was cute
to tease Mikaela.
Mikaela’s eyes widened. Yuuichirou had literally just offered to strip down in
front of him. Mikaela visibly flinched and drool collected in the corner of his
mouth. Oh, please no. Mikaela flailed embarrassedly and grabbed at a napkin,
rubbing at it quickly and looking up at Yuuichirou to see if he noticed.
Instead, Yuuichirou went back to drinking and Mikaela was ready to sell his
soul to the afterlife. Yuuichirou thought he was letting the teasing atmosphere
fade by sucking on the straw, but in reality, Mikaela was still all worked up.
Trying to bring their strange flirting to an end, he asked, “So, tutoring…?”
Mikaela was paralyzed. He didn’t even register the word ‘tutoring’ and simply
stared at Yuu, face flushed and mouth gaping.
Is he… okay? Yuuichirou thought to himself.Why is he acting- no, surely not.
Yuuichirou was quick to shake that thought from his head. The two just met, and
sure, a lot had happened in that short period of time, but it wasn’t enough to
have Mikaela blushing like Yuuichirou was his ultimate crush.
Frowning, he scrunched his face together and then held his fingers out in front
of Mikaela’s face and clicked them. “Hey, hey you in there? Don’t tell me
you’ve never seen a guy drop food all over himself before. Mikaela?"
The thing that finally cut the tension was the small, depressing plop of
Mikaela’s ice cream on the table, having slowly slid right off his cone while
he was too busy staring at Yuuichirou. He blinked a couple times at
Yuuichirou’s snapping fingers. “S-Sorry, senpai,” Mikaela murmured shyly,
looking at the ice cream that fell on the table. “Ah, I have to clean this,
don’t I-”
He was interrupted by a sudden bang and a scream, and when he looked up,
Yuuichirou's fingers were gone and so was he.
Yuuichirou was on the ground with the remains of his milkshake all over his
clothes. He had pushed his chair just a little too far back and his milkshake
went down with him. It was freezing! Looking down at his uniform, he grit his
teeth together and wondered how the fuck such a thing had just happened.
Mikaela was speechless. He didn’t even know how to react. Okay, so he had been
watching Yuu from afar for some time now, but he never thought Yuu to be the
incredibly clumsy type. Yeah, he stumbled here and there, but it wasn’t
anything unusual. But this was on a whole new level.
Mikaela didn’t think it was possible to screw up this many times in less than a
day.
“Hey, uh, shit. I need to get home and sort this crap out,” Yuuichirou
explained. He wanted to ignore the horrid, burning humiliation; his ass had
begun to ache from how he had landed. “Do you-fuck-do you want to-uh- come home
with me?”
It was a bit odd to invite Mikaela over, but they did need to prepare for all
of this tutoring crap, and Yuuichirou really didn’t feel like sitting around
here, making an even bigger idiot of himself and plus, he was a mess. “I can
make dinner to compensate you for the ice cream you bought?” He winced as he
tried to move; god, his ass hurt.
“Y-Your house?” Mikaela almost squeaked out, throat tight. His crush, who had
now not only ran into a pole and spilled milkshake on his shirt, twice, just
offered him to come over to his house. Mikaela was gaping at this point, and he
took note of how Yuu seemed to be in pain.
Mikaela chewed on his lip, then leaned over, taking Yuuichirou’s bag and
swinging it over his shoulder. He pulled out a bill and left it on the table,
then glanced at Yuu hesitantly. Sighing, Mikaela got up, leaned down beside him
and scooped Yuuichirou into his arms before he could convince himself not to.
Yuuichirou froze as Mikaela’s hands went under him. His eyes went wide and his
lips twitched trying to say something, but he could only stay silent.
He carried Yuuichirou to the counter and bowed his head. “I am terribly sorry
for the mess,” Mikaela apologized politely. “I left a tip on the table as an
apology. Again, we apologize!” He then turned curtly and carried Yuuichirou out
of the shop, blushing at the feeling of people staring at them.
By the time Yuuichirou had collected himself enough to wriggle his way down to
the ground, Mikaela had reached a corner and helped him to his feet.
“Sorry, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela said softly, “Can you stand and walk? I-I mean, I
can carry you if you would like, too...” He scratched the back of his head,
laughing lightly.
In a tone too high to be natural, Yuuichirou chided, “I was able to walk
before! Oh God, did you see the other people who were in there?” They were
wearing their school’s uniform. “I give it a day and people are going to know
you just whisked me out of that shop like some damsel in distress and tease me
about it forever!”
“Not forever, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela hummed, an apologetic laugh in his tone-
because, honestly, the situation was pretty hilarious. “Just for the rest of
the semester." Yuuichirou stared at Mikaela, then to his dirty uniform and
groaned.
Staring, Yuuichirou quickly reached out, grabbed Mikaela’s wrist, then tugged
him in the direction of his home. “You know what? I have decided that when we
reach home, you can make dinner. Screw paying you back for the ice cream.”
Mikaela stumbled a bit when Yuuichirou grabbed his wrist, and he let himself be
pulled along, eyes flicking up from Yuuichirou to their hands. It wasn’t like
they were holding hands, per say, but... this was like some boys love comic!
Mikaela gulped at the way Yuuichirou's ears were red, just like his own.
After inhaling deeply, Yuuichirou then exhaled slowly and scolded Mikaela more.
“It’s the least you can do for ruining my reputation in school as a tough guy.”
Tugging on Mikaela a little more forcibly, Yuuichirou was determined to get
home before anything else bad could happen.
“I’m told I’m good at cooking,” Mikaela laughed lightly, speeding up to catch
up to Yuuichirou’s pace. Even though he was now walking by Yuuichirou’s side,
Yuuichirou’s fingers were still wrapped around his wrist and Mikaela didn't
plan to point it out. He’d let Yuuichirou realize their prolonged contact and
get all flustered about it.
Mikaela then briefly wondered how far away Yuuichirou’s house was, and in that
moment, his heart slammed his chest. He was going to his Senpai’s house, and he
only was formally introduced to Yuuichirou today. Mikaela felt like the master
of flirtation and seduction before he realized that the day had been a literal
disaster, with spilt milkshakes and bloody noses.
“What do you like to eat, Yuu-senpai?” Mikaela asked curiously, looking over at
his upperclassman, who was still huffing and pouting about everything that
happened at the ice cream shop.
Yuuichirou paused his walking and turned back to Mikaela with a grin. “I like
curry.” Although Yuu was not quite sure if he had the ingredients for it, nor
if Mikaela had the time to make it, but it wasn’t that late. The sun was still
fairly bright and high in the sky. “And you know what’s even better? Guren
won’t be home until later, so we’ll have the place to ourselves!”
“Ah, good, because making study plans makes so much noise,” Mikaela replied
sarcastically with a smile. He was feeling a bit more comfortable and confident
with Yuuichirou. His heart still raced, but he could handle it better.
Finally letting go of Mikaela’s wrist, Yuuichirou scowled and continued to walk
in silence until he could see his house at the end of the street. Pointing it
out, Yuuichirou explained, “That’s my house there.” He reasoned with himself
that in the comfort of his own home, he is sure to stop making a fool of
himself… right?
Mikaela saw Yuuichirou’s house and his eyes sparkled a bit. This was where his
Senpai lived! It wasn't far from him. Maybe, if he took a slightly longer
route, they could walk to school together... No no no, that’s too fast. Mikaela
shook his head a bit to disregard his wishful thinking, a blush on his cheeks.
Once they reached the house, Yuuichirou welcomed Mikaela inside and shut the
door behind him. He took off his shoes and called out, “Oi, Guren, you home?”
When silence responded, he smiled happily.
Mikaela politely stepped inside and removed his shoes, saying softly, “Pardon
the intrusion.” He then gazed around the house, trying not to look too excited.
“Whoa, it’s nice here...” Mikaela said. It was actually quite messy in spots,
but Mikaela would never point that out; it made the home feel less like a set-
up and more like a real house.
Walking Mikaela through the house, Yuuichirou pointed out the living area, the
kitchen, and the toilet.
While tugging Mikaela to his bedroom, he jabbed a finger at a closed door and
said, “That’s Guren’s. If we go in there we’ll be killed.” He joked, but his
tone was ominous.
“Scary,” Mikaela murmured, eyeing the door cautiously before being shown to
another room.
Opening up the door to his own room, Yuuichirou pointed inside of it and said,
“This is where we will be studying once we have got all of the dates and times-
on Friday’s, I really like to go out in the evening, so if we can be done
before night time, that would be nice!” Mikaela’s heart sped up more at the
glimpse he got. Being inside of Yuu’s room was something special- a privilege.
Suddenly, Yuuichirou slammed his fist into an open palm and said, “Oh yeah, you
said you would make dinner for me, eh- we should go back downstairs and see if
we even have any ingredients in the house, and if we do, I can leave you with
that and go and clean all of this crap off of me.”
Without waiting to see if Mikaela was keeping up, he skipped back down the
stairs, jumping the last two steps. He stumbled hard and almost crashed into
the floor. Luckily his (formerly failing) acrobatic skills were fairly good and
he saved himself from injury. Mikaela followed and giggled a bit at how
adorable Yuuichirou was acting.
Heading back to the kitchen, Yuuichirou found everything needed to make dinner
and moved them to the side for Mikaela. How casual they were being was weird;
he didn’t know why he was acting casual with Mikaela. It was just that… it felt
natural.
Finally, Yuuichirou turned to Mikaela, who hoped he didn’t look too lovestruck,
and said, “So, there are the ingredients. If you need my help- well, I’ll be
naked!” He laughed, though he eyed up Mikaela to see what his reaction would
be, and Yuuichirou’s stomach felt oddly fluttery as he did.
Mikaela gawked. He lost all hope of keeping his thoughts a secret. His face
betrayed him as everything suddenly burned and he was redder than the tomatoes
on the counter. He let out nervous laughter and sputtered, “Y-Yeah! Y-You
wouldn’t be of m-much help, Senpai..” His heart raced in panic and Mikaela
rushed to the ingredients and said, “I’ll get started with the curry, then!”
Yuuichirou saluted Mikaela’s dedication. He sprung a cheeky, toothy grin at the
other and then backed away to the door of the kitchen. Mikaela’s eyes watched
him until he was out of sight, and then he turned to the food, letting out a
deep sigh.
Day one of meeting properly and Mikaela was in his crush’s house, making his
crush his favorite food, while his crush was naked a few rooms over.I’m dead,
Mikaela thought again, more dreadful than before.
-
Alone, Yuuichirou was left to consider all that had happened. He didn’t know
Mikaela, aside from what he heard about him in class and from his friends, but
he personally knew very little about him. Yet there he was, only a couple of
hours after being told he was Yuuichirou’s new tutor, treating the guy like he
was his best friend.
In the bathroom, he peeled his uniform off, tossed it into the corner and stood
at the sink. He threw water onto his face and groaned. The amount of
humiliating, over the top, downright flirting he had done... it was a surprise
that Mikaela hadn’t run away already.
Yuuichirou looked into the mirror and saw just how red his cheeks had been,
Mikaela’s were like that…
Pulling away from the sink, he got into the shower and washed off the bits of
ice cream still sticking to his skin. Groaning loudly, he washed his hair and
resolved to act more mature. That was until he got out of the shower and the
smell of food hit him. Going down the stairs in his towel, he came to the
kitchen door and said, “It smells nice!”
Unfortunately for Yuuichirou, his desire for maturity failed; he took a step,
slipped, and the towel dropped to the floor, leaving his naked, dripping body
in full view for Mikaela to see.
-

Mikaela was doing quite well with the cooking, actually. It had been some time
since he made curry, but he was proud of the outcome so far. He was washing
dishes as he went along, leaving them to dry on the counter since he did not
know where they were stored yet.
The sauce had a few more minutes to simmer, and Mikaela put his hands on his
hips and admired his handiwork. He heard the bathroom door open and footsteps
approaching, so he looked over his shoulder when he heard Yuuichirou speak.
It was one thing to see Yuu shirtless, wet from the shower with a towel hanging
low on his waist, but that only lasted a literal second before the towel was
ripped away too fast for Mikaela to turn away. He was treated to a view of
everything before he could squeak and turn away, his heart slamming into
overdrive.
He was in too much shock to really think about what had just happened. Instead,
Mikaela inched over, keeping his hand cupped over his eyes so all he could see
were Yuu’s feet, then he leaned down, grabbed the towel and raised it up to
Yuuichirou, head turned away. If he looked forward he’d see...
Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god- Mikaela’s mind was spinning and his
face was boiling hot.
Mikaela wasn’t sure he’d last much longer at this rate. He feared his heart
might explode or his face would burst from all the blood rushed into it.
Despite physical concerns, Mikaela wondered about his mental and emotional
state at the endless barrage of things that were happening between him and his
crush today.
Rest in peace, Mikaela Shindou, Mikaela thought, the hand holding the towel now
trembling.
Yuuichirou didn’t scream. He squawked and stood there frozen to the spot, and
when Mikaela held out the towel to him, he snatched it in an instant and tried
to laugh it off. Only, his laugh came out wrong and it sounded more like cah-
cah-cah as he backed away slowly and whispered, “I’ll just… go get... clothes.”
Fisting the towel back around his body, he held on to it tightly as he turned
tail and power-walked back to his room, cursing how red both their faces had
gotten.
-
The second Yuuichirou left, Mikaela fell to his butt.
He sat there, eyes wide, and held his knees close to his chest. His heart was
slamming his chest harder than it ever had in his life. He swallowed and
inhaled, trying to calm himself, face still positively baking in embarrassment
for both himself and Yuu.
He sat there for a handful of minutes, contemplating his existence, wondering
if Satan himself was hovering behind him with a pitchfork, or maybe the Grim
Reaper, poking him in the back with a scythe to tell him, ‘Yo, your time is up,
time to go, buddy.’
Mikaela then noticed the steam rising from the pot of sauce and sprung to his
feet, stiff as he walked over and removed the lid, stirred the sauce and
turned the heat off. It was ready to eat.
Shakily, Mikaela prepared two plates and set them on the table, then sat down
awkwardly, staring at his food. His stomach churned with the general shock of
everything and he swallowed, a bit annoyed that his heart was indeed still
racing and showing no sign of slowing down.
Yuuichirou had just gotten downstairs. He was in a general lounging outfit, and
when he saw Mikaela again, he swallowed nervously.
Mikaela jumped when Yuuichirou entered. To his relief, Yuuichirou was clothed
and adorably still blushing. Mikaela swallowed. All he could remember was
Yuuichirou's body. Now that he’d seen everything, he couldn’t un-see it. The
images would be Mika’s godsend when he was alone in the dark and a bit too hot.
He didn’t need to make up Yuuichirou’s body in his head anymore, but as of
right now, he shouldn't be thinking that way.
“I, um-… I’m sorry about earlier,” Yuuichirou explained while rubbing the back
of his head. “It just, uh, smelled really nice, and I wanted to see if it was
almost done.” He tried a small smile. Looking to the side, he inhaled deeply
and then began to apologize for every other thing that happened that day.
“I’m sorry about everything, actually. It’s not normal for me to be so clumsy,
or have such bad things happen to me. I must have done something to deserve it.
Karma surely had it in for me. You must find this weird- your Senpai running
you ragged and having you make dinner in his house, ne?” It sounded so silly
saying it out loud. “I don’t know why I acted so outrageous.”
“Yuu-senpai, it’s alright,” Mikaela regarded him gently.
No, it’s not alright, I have a huge crush on you and now I want to touch you a
thousand times more, and I’m gonna die, and- “We can act like it never happened
and move on.” Mikaela smiled charmingly, even though he was screaming
inside,I’ll never forget this until the day I die. Oh my god, on my tombstone
it will say ‘Mikaela Shindou, died while thinking of Yuuichirou Amane’s
delicious bare ass.’
“I made the curry!” Mikaela cut in too quickly, too high-pitched. It was to
shut up his internal monologue. “I hope you like it, Senpai.” Things were tense
as it was, but maybe- hopefully- nothing would go wrong with their meal and
they could eat in peace and finally get to the real subject matter- tutoring.
"Let's not worry anymore?"
Yuuichirou inhaled a deep breath and smiled. A moment later and both were
finally seated. “You’re right. Let’s start again, ne?” Who cared if Mikaela
saw him bloody his nose, mess up his clothes, mess up his words and absolutely
butt-naked. They could ignore all of that. He could pretend none of that
happened… sure.
Pulling the bowl of curry closer towards him, Yuuichirou clapped his hands
together, bowed his head and said, “Thank you for the meal.” Raising his head
again, he decided to ask, “And since we’re starting again, It’s nice to meet
you, my name is Yuuichirou, but you can call me Yuu. I’m a year above you in
school and I really love curry.”
Mikaela smiled up at Yuu, also saying, “Thank you for the meal.” He blinked at
Yuuichirou, laughing shyly. “I’m Mikaela, and Mika is fine,” he said, mimicking
Yuu’s format, “I’m a year below you and I also really love curry.”
Yuuichirou nodded and they both began to eat. It smelled absolutely delicious
and Yuuichirou moaned as he ate. Mikaela put a spoonful in his mouth, enjoying
his cooking. He blushed at the sounds Yuuichirou made and watched as Yuuichirou
ate his curry, eyeing every spoonful that disappeared in his mouth.
Mikaela watched Yuuichirou's cheeks puff out and his eyes gleam at the taste-
it was so, so cute. Mikaela sipped at some water, as if trying to tell himself
to stop being so damn thirsty. It was hard- Yuuichirou was his dream. Mikaela
felt his heart thudding again and he blushed slightly, continuing to eat.
Yuuichirou decided that this was the best food tasted in a long time. Most of
the time, Guren would leave takeaway for him, or his friends would come over to
cook (and the girls would try to destroy the kitchen). “This food is amazing!
How would you feel about moving in and becoming my personal cook?” He gushed,
not really thinking about it.
Mikaela smiled broadly at Yuuichirou, glowing at the compliment. His Senpai
really, really loved his cooking that much? It was the best praise he felt he’d
ever received, and he blushed more, but this time from happiness. “Thank you,
Senpai!” Mikaela called out cheerfully. “I- I would love that.”
Yuuichirou choked and he choked hard. He hadn't expected that reaction.
Mikaela tilted his head in concern as Yuuichirou coughed. He eyed the glass of
water by Yuuichirou’s plate, about to suggest for Yuuichirou to drink it, but
the other waved his hand dismissively and he sat back silently.
“It went down the wrong way. No need to panic.” Although a part of him wanted
to see Mikaela worry. He then blushed and groaned internally. He needed to get
it together. All he knew about Mikaela was that he was very hot and very kind.
Unfortunately, that was all he needed to know for his hormones to get to work.
Mikaela finished his food first and Yuuichirou wondered what to say. Going back
to the previous topic, he said, “About the cooking job... the pay would be
really bad. I am really poor." He hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe I can pay you in
some other way for your services?”
Mikaela tensed for a second and blushed hard until Yuuichirou finished up with,
“I have some cool manga, maybe I can pay you in that.” He noticed the lack of
flirtation in Yuuichirou’s eyes and relaxed. Oh, he's not offering anything
like... that, Mikaela thought with mild disappointment and mostly relief. His
mouth quirked into a small smile.
“Eh... I enjoy manga sometimes,” Mikaela replied. He didn't often read manga,
but he noticed Yuu carrying around volumes of manga with him at school. He
always tried to figure out what they were so he could find out more about
Yuuichirou. Then we'd have more to talk about, right? Mikaela liked his idea. 
Yuuichirou nodded and somehow failed to realize how his suggestion became
real. He ended up saying, “How about one volume for every... two meals? Maybe-”
Mikaela blinked a bit, noticing some rice stuck to Yuuichirou's’s jaw. He
stared at it, far too distracted by it to hear Yuuichirou’s response. It was
driving him nuts. “Yuu-senpai, you have a... rice, stuck to your face.” Mikaela
pointed and impatiently leaned forward to pick it off, his fingers brushing
Yuuichirou’s skin ever so slightly.
Yuuichirou’s mouth opened, and it stayed that way as Mikaela’s hand pulled back
and set the piece in his napkin, blushing a little bit at the fact that he
touched Yuu’s face. “Sorry. Continue?”
Stammering, Yuuichirou replied, “I have this manga calledSeraph of the End.
It’s pretty cool! It’s got this kickass main character, and-” Yuuichirou
blushed. How could he mention that he had a romantic preference for the two
males in the series?
Mikaela listened intently to Yuuichirou, then noticed Yuu’s pause and the
following blush. Mikaela tilted his head. He wondered why there was sudden
embarrassment. He guessed it was something from the story, maybe an attractive
girl. His stomach twisted slightly- he sure hoped not.
Yuuichirou shook off his pause. "-and a cool secondary main character. I’ll
lend you volume one tonight, and you can come back for the second one next…” He
looked to the desk calendar across the room. “Friday?” Mikaela didn’t look like
he would rush through the book, but manga didn't take long to read.
“That sounds fine, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela responded kindly, glad that Yuu was
even letting him borrow his favorite manga in the first place. Mikaela wasn’t
sure he was all that interested, but he would give it a shot so he could at
least share his thoughts with Yuuichirou about it.
Yuuichirou nodded, and when he finally finished all of his food, he said, "Then
it's settled! And also, thank you, and uh, sorry for making you cook dinner."
He leaned his elbows on the table and hummed pleasantly. It seemed he had
finally finished embarrassing the fuck out of himself. 
“It’s alright,” Mika smiled warmly, “I enjoy cooking. And it makes me glad that
you enjoyed it, Senpai.” Mikaela then focused on Yuu, clearing his throat
slightly. ”So, um. Guren-san told me you’re struggling in the sciences...? Is
there anything else I should know?” He asked, bringing the conversation back to
the reason they were even together.
Yuuichirou held up his hand and said, “Wait, wait. Let me go get the manga- I
want to show you, and then we can talk studying.”
Getting up to his feet, he hurried out of the kitchen, skipped up the stairs
and snatched up the first volume from his room. It was still in good condition,
save for a few dents in the spine- Yuuichirou was messy, but he wasn’t crazy.
Manga was precious to him, and it had to be well looked after. He quickly
returned downstairs and held it out to Mikaela.
Mikaela took the book from Yuuichirou’s hands, noticing a purple-haired male
wielding a scythe on the front cover. He blinked at it, flipping it over to
glance at the back, where he noticed a few other characters. “Thanks, Yuu-
senpai,” Mikaela said and put the book away in his bag tenderly, excited to
read it for Yuu’s sake.
Yuuichirou smiled. “So you were talking about sciences? I do have problems with
it, yeah. Actually, I can’t seem to get the reproductive system and I have no
idea what a prostate is. Well I do know, but not... ah, how embarrassing.”
Mikaela blushed to his ears. Just when he thought the endless embarrassment was
dying down, it flared back up. He felt his face heat up considerably, and he
ducked his eyes away, looking at the window instead.
Yuuichirou sat down once again, then put his elbows on the table. “I mean- ah,
actually, let’s wait ‘till we have an actual study session, ne? We can talk
then.” Wiggling his butt a bit, he moved backwards and leaned down straight so
that his head laid on the table. He bit back a yawn. “Since it's getting dark,
maybe we should end tonight?"
He didn’t mean to sound so abrupt, but he didn't know where Mikaela lived,
and he’d hate to walk the streets when it was dark, no matter the distance 
(that was by no means him calling himself weak or easily scared, just that the
dark wasn’t at all fun to wander in).
Mikaela’s heart twisted a little- he didn’t really want to leave Yuuichirou,
but he knew at some point he had to- plus, he had to reflect upon the
incredible amount of things that happened today between himself and his crush.
“Yeah, I should head home, then,” Mikaela said in agreement, looking back at
Yuu. “Sh-” Mikaela paused, heart thumping all of a sudden as he said, a bit
nervously, “Should we exchange e-mails o-or numbers for contact...? J-Just in
case-” He mentally smacked himself for getting so embarrassed over this; asking
his Senpai for his contact info... It felt like a dream.
“Emails? Yeah, let me just- hang on a moment,” Yuuichirou replied, getting up
again and heading for his phone. Bringing it back to the table, he waited for
Mikaela to get his phone and then the pair swapped details.
When Yuuichirou got his phone back, they both stood up. He had half a mind to
ask Mikaela if he could walk him home, but he held his tongue. Mikaela was a
big boy; he wouldn’t appreciate such a protective gesture, surely?
After some time of casual talking and plan making, Yuuichirou guided Mikaela to
the door. Crossing his arms over his chest as Mikaela readied to leave,
Yuuichirou smiled fondly. They had spent one day together and Yuuichirou could
tell this was the beginning of something big.
What sucked was when his grades went up, he’d never hear the end of it from
Guren.
Seeing Mikaela ready to go, Yuuichirou opened up the door and said, “So, see
you on Friday, or around at school, I guess." He shifted his gaze on anything
but Mikaela, though Mikaela watched him fondly.
Kindly, Mikaela bowed and thanked Yuuichirou for allowing him in his home and
said, “See you Friday then, Yuu-senpai.”
Once Mikaela left the house and Yuuichirou closed the door behind him, he
looked down at his phone at in the contact details, unaware that outside,
quickly walking home, Mikaela was doing the same thing, smiling wider than he
felt he ever had.
Chapter End Notes
     A collaboration of sweet MikaYuu goodness from a couple of nerdy
     role-players, better known by our Tumblrs (if Criostail would ever
     stop remaking hers):
     Vixenfur is Mikaela_(rp_blog)
     Kind_Criostail is Yuuichirou_(personal_blog)
***** Yuuichirou's Dick Goes Soft So Fast it Could Win A World Championship for
Dick Deflation *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikaela tutors Yuuichirou for the first time on the fated topic of
     sex ed. Dinner follows through without a hitch- but how long can
     their normality last?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Yuuichirou spent almost all of the time between their initial meeting and now
thinking about nothing and no one but Mikaela.
He was shouted at in class so often due to his dazed “Idiot!” expression, as
Guren yelled, that he came to accept that what he felt for Mikaela was
undeniably a crush. In fact, it almost felt like a love-at-first-sightevent.
Of course, Yuuichirou didn’t believe in that, but that didn’t mean anything
when it came down to the way his heart felt tense and his stomach felt fluttery
when visions of Mikaela came to his mind. It was embarrassing really, going red
in class at the thought of an underclassman; he should be ashamed, but he just
couldn’t bring himself to be. Instead, he found himself eagerly looking forward
to their meeting and finding out what Mikaela thought of his favorite manga
series.
So, when Friday hit and the last class ended, that nervous fluttering inside of
him built up and his palms became clammy. He yelled excitedly to his friends as
they headed to the door, loudly explaining that he was going to be with his
tutor that evening so he couldn’t hang out with them right away, like the
normal routine (despite formerly complaining that he wanted the tutoring to be
as short as possible for their hangouts).
As he crossed the room and opened up the door, barely anybody made it out (his
friends included) when he saw a mess of blond hair. He couldn’t contain the
smile on his face. He bulldozed out of the room and came to stand in front of
Mikaela.
—
Between the moment he left Yuuichirou’s house and the moment he approached the
classroom door on Friday, Mikaela had done almost nothing but replay the day
they formally met in his head. Mikaela had seen Yuuichirou occasionally since
then as they passed by in school and waved shyly to one another, but they
hadn’t really talked. Everything they said and did on their first day together
was on constant repeat in Mikaela’s mind, sometimes making him incredibly
grateful, and other times making him want to erase his memory. It was one thing
to think of Yuuichirou’s smile in the middle of class. It was another to think
of Yuuichirou’s ass while trying to write a paper.
When he needed a break from thinking, he read the manga and was curious about
his findings. The two boys, Mitsuo and Shin, seemed close when they were young,
but Mikaela assumed with the introduction of the female character 4 years later
that the potential gay romance was gone- especially since Mitsuo was murdered.
This made Mikaela’s hopes fall for a bit, since he appreciated gay characters
in media he could relate to. Though... by the end of the volume, Mitsuo was
revealed as alive and a vampire. Mikaela was intrigued to see the reasons
behind that. He wondered how Mitsuo had survived those years alone without Shin
to keep him company. The story was surprisingly good already.
He was more than eager to tell Yuuichirou his thoughts. Mikaela stood by the
classroom doors, waiting patiently for Yuuichirou to come out as he held the
manga in his hands. He heard voices inside the classroom and easily
distinguished Yuuichirou’s yelling from the other sounds; it made Mikaela smile
a bit. When the doors opened, Mikaela’s heart leapt as Yuuichirou came out.
Yuuichirou was smiling wide with brightly sparkling eyes.
Mikaela was too excited himself to notice how his own emotions were reflected
in Yuuichirou’s expression. He almost wanted to hug him, but he knew that’d be
a little too weird. Instead, he smiled wider and turned to face Yuuichirou,
heart pounding wildly. He then noticed Yuuichirou’s friends, freezing slightly.
They came up behind him and Yuuichirou turned to them instead.
“Hey guys, this is Mikaela,” Yuuichirou introduced him, “I’ve decided to call
him Mika though. Mika,” he turned back to Mikaela, “These are my friends:
Shinoa, Mitsuba, Kimizuki and Yoichi!” Addressing his friends again, he
grinned, “This is the guy Guren wants to tutor me.”
Oh god,Mikaela thought as he stared at the purple haired girl before him.
Shinoa was smirking at him.
Mikaela and Shinoa met before this.
—
Mikaela was watching Yuuichirou from afar, longing clear in his eyes during a
lunch period as he walked slowly to his classroom. He paused by a corner,
pretending to check his phone as he gazed at Yuuichirou, admiring how he
laughed at something Mitsuba said, and how he pouted at Yoichi- he was
ridiculously cute.
A small laugh of, “Oho?” made Mikaela jump and whip around.
He was caught. Yuuichirou’s friend, Shinoa Hiiragi, was smirking at him and
holding a couple juices to her chest. She seemed to be the one who got their
drinks today from the cafeteria. She stepped aside before Yuuichirou’s group
could notice she was back.
“You know,” she said slyly, and Mikaela gulped nervously, heart racing faster
and faster, “Yuu-san is really dense. He’s not gonna notice you if you stare at
him forever.” She seemed to be reading into Mikaela’s mind as he panicked- oh
my god she knows. She’s seen me. What’s she gonna say to Yuu-senpai? Am I a
stalker? Will-
“Though, you’re totally his type,” Shinoa cut in, making Mikaela sputter
slightly. She said, “If you talk to him, I’m sure he’ll be swooning over you in
no time.” Shinoa smiled, “Byebye, Mikaela-kouhai!” She hummed nonchalantly and
left Mikaela slumped against the wall, heart racing as he let out a breath he
didn’t know he was holding.
—
The flashback faded away and Mikaela blinked as Shinoa pretended to introduce
herself for the first time. Both her and Mikaela recalled their first real
meeting, so there was a split second of tension before Mitsuba said hello to
him.
The four stared at Yuuichirou and then one at a time greeted Mikaela. Turning
their attentions to Yuuichirou, they bid him final farewells and made their
excuses to leave the duo alone. They, of course, had already realized that the
mystery crush Yuu had been going crazy red-in-the-face over was Mikaela, and
that leaving the pair alone sooner was better. Mikaela focused on Yuu again,
smiling wide and adoring how cute Yuu looked, all rosy-cheeked and shifting
from foot to foot.
When the two were alone, Yuuichirou turned to Mikaela and asked, “So how was
it? Did you like it? Want to go my house or yours today- for that studying,
that is?” His words were rushed, and for a guy he only met properly once, it
was obvious that he was too happy to see him again.
Why does he have to be so cute?Mikaela wondered, feeling his heart melt a
little more every second. He opened his mouth to respond to the first question,
but Yuuichirou continued to ramble and Mikaela laughed a bit, feeling his neck
heat up slightly.
“Let’s go to my place?” He suggested softy, not wanting to invite himself over
to Yuu’s house without Yuu welcoming him. “If that’s okay, Yuu-senpai...”
Let’s go to my place. Instantly, Yuuichirou’s enthusiastic speech came to a
halt. He quickly covered it by grinning widely, showing off clean, straight
teeth. He bunched his fists together and yelled, ”Yes, that sounds great!”
He did want to see Mikaela’s home- really, he did- but for some reason, the
second Mikaela chose his own home over Yuuichirou’s, it made the butterflies
inside of his stomach flutter even harder. It was a surprise that he didn’t
choke on nerves.
“Is it far from here?” He asked, straightening up and shoving his arm together
with Mikaela’s, hooking it around so that they were linked together. Tugging
Mikaela towards the exit, Yuuichirou worried that the incidents from last time
might be repeated from how nervous he was.
Mikaela was about to answer, but he stammered, blushing as their arms were
linked. He couldn’t speak for a second, heart racing at the close contact, but
then he gathered the strength to respond.
“It’s... not too far from your place,” Mika said slowly, trying to hide his
embarrassment. “Like... maybe a few streets down. You’ll see it.”
This is only meant to be studying, why does it feel like a date?Yuuichirou
thought, embarrassment making him tense. Trying to act natural, he slid his arm
away from Mikaela’s once they were both walking outside of the building. He
then shifted so that his bag hung a bit more comfortably at his side. He didn’t
want to seem odd, but honestly, he thought to himself, it’s probably too late
for that.
Part of Mikaela wanted to keep their arms linked, and the other part of him
felt if they continued, his heart would burst. Yuuichirou snorted as they
reached the school gates, and Mikaela guided Yuuichirou in the direction of his
house.
Yuuichirou said, “How about when we get to your home, this time, you can set up
a table for studying and I can make dinner?” The second he said it, the more he
realized that it sounded like they were a couple. He had to turn away to hide
his blush. It was hard not to turn back, however, since the last time he said
something so intimate, Mikaela’s blush had been really cute to look at.
Mikaela’s heart fluttered in interest, and he smiled, especially when
Yuuichirou seemed flustered by his own request and turned away.
“I-I’d be honored, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela responded softly, watching Yuuichirou’s
face carefully.Is it just me, or is Senpai acting... the same way I am? No,
that’s impossible,he told himself immediately. There’s no way the most perfect
person, let alone your Senpai, would have feelings for you like you do for him.
Though, Yuuichirou’s behavior was suggesting the opposite, interestingly
enough.
“Oh,” Mikaela looked in his hands, where he was still holding the manga. He
handed it to Yuu. “I loved it, actually. Shin is kinda stubborn, but he’s
finally making friends! And not to mention how Mitsuo actually lived and became
a vampire!” Mikaela expressed his shock. “I mean, how is Shin going to react to
that when he hates vampires so much? He thinks Mitsuo is dead, too... I can’t
wait to read volume two, Yuu-senpai.” Mikaela grinned wide at Yuuichirou.
Yuuichirou listened along to Mikaela’s compliments about the manga, putting in
words when needed. It was not until they reached Mikaela’s home that he
realized he left the manga at home. Before Yuu knew it, they were walking up to
Mika’s house, where Mika held open the door for Yuu. The house was quiet.
“My mom’s out,” Mikaela explained, “She’s not home a lot, so it’s safe to
assume my house is almost always empty.” He didn’t realize how sad that
sounded, but to Mikaela, it was normal to be alone.
Yuuichirou swallowed thickly. He and Guren had a very odd relationship- Guren
was not his biological father, and he wasn’t often home. He sort of adopted
Yuuichirou one year and that was that. They hadn’t bonded as most would expect,
but they did have something along the lines of respect for one another. Sighing
heavily, Yuuichirou welcomed himself in and took his shoes off. He tried to
figure a way to continue on without sounding too pitiful by saying sorry.
Mikaela didn’t seem the like type to want apologizes for things outside of his
control.
It wasn’t until Mikaela guided him further inside that Yuuichirou imagined the
silence had gone on long enough. Yuuichirou said, “… So I might have left the
next volume at home.” He laughed softly. “Perhaps after studying and dinner you
can walk me home and…!” Another thought hit him, one he completely forgotten
about- because normally, it would have nothing to do with a study tutor. “I
just remembered that I’m having a gathering at my home tomorrow night, a party-
just the guys and girls you met today, but if you like… you can come over?”
Suddenly he felt self-conscious. Was he, perhaps, jumping the gun a bit? He
didn’t understand why he was fast-forwarding everything when it came to
Mikaela, but it just felt right to him; he felt oddly connected to Mikaela, not
that he planned to admit that anytime soon.
Mikaela was pleasantly surprised. Yuuichirou really wanted to integrate Mikaela
into his friend group that badly? Mikaela felt his heart flipping back and
forth in his chest. He expected their relationship to be restricted to tutor
and student, maybe casual friends, at most. Not that Mikaela wanted it to stay
that way, but he was biting down his hopes for anything more than that.
But the way Yuuichirou was speaking and acting... Mikaela felt something was
happening. Yuuichirou really seemed to like him.
Whether that meant in the same way Mikaela liked Yuuichirou was still unknown.
“It sounds fun, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela responded warmly, and Yuuichirou
continued.
“You could pick the manga up then if it’s easier than walking me home,”
Yuuichirou offered an alternative. “Um, we’ll be having a few drinks, there
will be some music and a few games- Shinoa and Mitsuba are a thing together;
they’re the girls, so if that makes you a bit uncomfortable, I’d understand if
you want to say no.” He eyed Mikaela carefully. Suggesting that his best
friends were lesbians was probably the best idea he had had in ages to see
where Mikaela’s preferences lay and whether or not he is homophobic.
Mikaela didn’t seem like homophobic type at all, but it was better to be safe
than sorry. If the thumping in his chest was anything to go by, Yuu would need
to know sooner rather than later. If seeing his cute underclassman one day made
him this nervous, he could only imagine it would get worse.
… Worse to the point he might accidentally confess at a stupid moment, and it
was best to garner some insight to how Mikaela might react to a confession.
Mikaela had picked up on Shinoa and Mitsuba, though he wasn’t totally sure,
since to him, girls were usually closer, straight or not. Now, it was confirmed
that they were a couple. He wasn’t shocked at all, and knowing Yuuichirou was
comfortable around gay friends…
... maybe, even if Mikaela confessed someday, Yuuichirou wouldn’t be disgusted
by him.
“That’s completely fine,” Mikaela said surely, his tone confirming to
Yuuichirou that he was accepting. “I-I’m honored that you... even want me to
come.” Mikaela blushed a bit, “I’m not... really... I haven’t been to many
parties, so I’m sorry if I’m kinda... quiet.” He rubbed the back of his neck
slightly, looking apologetically at Yuuichirou, who looked at him with
surprise.
Mikaela was friendly, kind, smart… he was everything that anybody would desire
in a friend. So hearing that he wasn’t a common party invitee made Yuuichirou
wonder. He was never a big fan of pitying people, so he tried to keep his
thoughts hidden. He closed the gap between them and patted Mikaela hard on the
back.
“Well,” Yuuichirou said boldly, “You’re about to get a real taste of a good
old-fashioned party tomorrow night for sure, and if you want, the rest are
staying over, so you can as well… if you like.” He watched Mikaela’s face for a
reaction. Yeah, he definitely had a crush on Mikaela, and a party was a great
idea to see where Mikaela’s preferences landed- that, and the manga he handed
over to him. It wasn’t common for Yuuichirou to act so sly, but Mikaela made
him feel nervous.
“St-...” Mikaela stammered, face heating quickly. “Stay over...?” He was almost
shaking now.
Before Mikaela had a chance to say anything else, he pushed them forward. “Now,
where is your kitchen, do you have ingredients? I have all of my study books in
here.” He pulled his bag from his side and dumped it on the floor. The thump
was quiet; there was almost nothing in his messenger bag besides his science
books.
Mikaela deflated slightly. Yuuichirou gave him time to answer, not demanding
upfront, and Mikaela felt oddly fluttery from that. He was really, really
thoughtful to do that, Mikaela thought.
“Kitchen is that way,” He pointed down the hall and turned to walk.
“We have a biology test on the reproductive system coming up, if you don’t mind
helping me out with that,” Yuuichirou continued on as if nothing awkward was
building up.
Mikaela twitched a bit- why did that have to be the first thing he taught his
crush? But he had to- as Yuuichirou’s tutor; plus, he’d rather Yuuichirou learn
from him rather than online or from Shinoa.
It completely slipped Yuuichirou’s mind at that point that he was super angry
with Guren for getting him a tutor. Yuuichirou was actually really beginning to
look forward to their time together. He knew it was only because his tutor was
Mikaela, and he was totally fine with that.
“That’s fine, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela replied kindly, then guided him into the
kitchen. “We have ingredients. It just depends on what you want to make.”
Mikaela stood next to Yuu and suddenly noticed that Yuuichirou was quite a bit
shorter than Mikaela. Of course, Mikaela knew Yuuichirou was shorter before
this, but it wasn’t often they got to stand so close. He thought it was cute-
Mikaela stood with his shoulders back so he looked even taller than normal.
Yuuichirou didn’t slouch heavily, but he did walk more casually, hands in his
pockets. It made him look a bit smaller. If he were to stand up straight and
push his shoulders back, he might even look Mikaela’s height.
Mikaela smiled a bit at him, then cleared his throat nervously when Yuuichirou
glanced at him, having felt Mikaela’s stare. Mikaela had to cover himself
before any questions were asked, so he quickly said, “What do you have a taste
for?”
“I don’t know about you, but I fancy curry!” It was bad that Yuuichirou was
mentioning the same food that they had last time. Mikaela was going to think he
didn’t have the taste buds for other foods, but it had been long enough for him
to want it again.
“Again?” Mikaela laughed lightly, but he shrugged a bit. Curry was one of his
favorites, too. “Alright, Yuu-senpai.”
“If you don’t mind, I think I can find the ingredients myself, if you want to
get to the studying quicker?” He asked. He wasn’t trying to rush, despite it
seeming that way. He just wanted to sit down and try to get information out of
Mikaela about himself as they studied.
It was bad enough that Yuuichirou developed one of those weird one-day crushes.
Now, he wanted to see if there was any substance to it. He asked his friends
about Mikaela, but they only told him not to obsess over cute underclassmen.
… Except Shinoa; she just laughed at him.
Moving about the kitchen, his mind lingered on the memory of her being humored
and his face scrunched up, irritated at the vision. As much as he loved the
girl, she really knew how to get under his skin sometimes. She knew he had a
crush; he was sure of it. Damn it,Yuuichirou thought sourly. Sighing, he
stopped focusing on the fact that he wasn’t in his own home and started to
rummage through the cupboards for the ingredients.
After Yuuichirou suggested that he set up for studying, Mikaela left the room
and gathered his books and Yuuichirou’s bag. He returned to the kitchen and
cleared enough room on the table for their study materials, setting their books
in respective places. Once he turned around, he noticed Yuuichirou had already
whipped up a recipe. Mikaela let out a small laugh.
Yuuichirou heard the sound behind him and he quickly stopped.
"Oh, ah- sorry. I guess I kind of… made myself at home,” Yuuichirou laughed
softly.
“That’s nothing to be sorry for,” Mikaela assured him, a small smile on his
lips. “I’m curious to see how your curry compares to mine.” He stepped closer,
standing next to Yuuichirou as he mixed together ingredients and started up the
stove.
“Why do you like curry so much, Yuu-senpai?” He asked softly, a little
nervously. Though, with the way things have been going... they were so friendly
and comfortable around each other that Mikaela wasn’t really worried about
Yuuichirou’s reactions as much anymore.
Yuuichirou shrugged and replied, “Well, why do you like what you like so much?”
There wasn’t really a reason behind his preference; he was just attached to the
taste. “It’s not too spicy to me and it makes me wake up after a tiring day.”
Mikaela accepted Yuuichirou’s answer and watched as he cooked the meal. Ducking
down to check the stove, Yuuichirou watched the fire beneath the plates flicker
to life. He grinned when they reach the height he wanted. He straightened up
and turned back to Mikaela.
“You got all the books ready, yeah?” He asked, then got the mixing spoon and
popped it into the pot. He stirred the ingredients together and inhaled; even
though it wasn’t fully cooked, it smelled delicious. As he prepared the rice,
his eyes glanced over the sauce and he moaned softly. He was already tempted to
eat it as it was, but he didn't think his stomach would appreciate that.
“Yeah, they’re all set up,” Mikaela responded, looking over at the table as he
replied. “I’ll get out the drinks. What would you like? We have...” Mika went
on to list what was in the fridge.
Yuuichirou listened to Mikaela’s replies in the background while he cooked. He
laughed, joked and nonsensically chattered back until the curry bubbled. The
smell was strong and the food was done. He got Mikaela to show him where the
plates were, then poured out curry into the bowls and added the rice. With
Mikaela’s help, he set the food up on the table. Mikaela sat down excitedly,
looking at the steaming meal with glittering eyes.
“There is a little extra,” he said to Mikaela, “So if you want more, just tell
me and I’ll get you some.” This was Mikaela’s home, and yet, there he was,
acting like the host.
Mikaela thought nothing of Yuuichirou’s tone. Home made food from Yuu-senpai...
What more could I want? Mikaela licked his lips, softly thanked for the meal,
then dove right in. The taste was incredible- enough flavor for surprise, but
nothing eye-watering or painful. The rice was soft and the sauce did not make
the vegetables soggy. It was all in amazing harmony.
“Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela looked up, “You should be a chef.” He grinned, “This is
amazing. Forget me being the cook!” He continued to eat and tried not to shovel
it down his throat too fast. He tried to savor the taste, but it was hard to
slow down when it was so good.
During dinner, Yuuichirou watched Mikaela when he was fairly sure the other
couldn’t see him. He didn’t gobble down his own food for once and instead took
his time to eat. He watched how Mikaela’s eyes lit up from how delicious he
found the food. There was something about the honest warmth in those eyes that
made Yuuichirou’s heart beat harder. The butterflies in his stomach returned
with full force, and a couple of times, he choked a little bit. He had been too
mesmerized by how beautiful Mikaela was that he found it hard to eat properly.
And then, as wonderful as eating dinner together had been, it was over. Mikaela
had collected the dishes and taken them to be washed. Mikaela told Yuuichirou
to look over his notes before they got started. Mikaela’s heart pattered
nervously at the subject of their lesson, but he told himself he could teach it
if he really tried, despite awkward definitions.
Yuuichirou was left with a table of words he had never seen. There were a few
obvious ones regarding female anatomy and, like a giant child, his cheeks went
red. By the time Mikaela returned, Yuuichirou was on the carpet, whimpering.
Mikaela paused, seeing Yuu laying on the floor and groaning, like he was in
physical pain at the thought of learning.
“I’m going to fail. I’m going to fail hard and be kept back a year. I’ll be in
your year.” Yuuichirou paused immediately at that. Of course, he wasn’t the
type to fail a class of purpose to share a year with a crush, but the initial
temptation was there and it just made him even more flustered. Kicking and
banging his feet and hands on the ground, he rolled onto his stomach and just
stopped. Laying there like a fish plucked from the ocean, he made wub-wub
sounds with his mouth and fake-sobbed.
“I’m not that stupid..." It was only a couple of classes he was failing. But
for some reason, the topic he struggled with just had to be sex ed, and his
tutor just had to endear him to them. Yuuichirou wanted to run away and jump
Mikaela’s bones at the same time; it was frustrating as fuck.
Mikaela sat down across from Yuuichirou and puffed out his chest, trying to
look big and strong.
“Leave it to the great Mikaela-sama!” Mikaela proclaimed loudly. “By the end of
this evening, you’ll feel much better about this stuff, Yuu-senpai. It may take
a few lessons, but before the test, I guarantee a higher score than what you’d
get without me.”
Mikaela relaxed his Superman pose and pouted a little at Yuuichirou. “Unless
you don’t have faith in me! I’d be hurt, Yuu-senpai.” With that, Mikaela lifted
his notebook to read it better and cleared his throat. “Let’s start with the
male reproductive system. It’ll be easier for you to understand and for me to
explain because we’re both boys. We’ll be a bit more technical with girls.”
Mikaela explained each definition one by one, and every five-or-so definitions,
he’d pause and go over them to see if Yuuichirou remembered. Once Yuu had them
remembered, they continued on. They were nearing the bottom of the list with
nothing totally awkward… until the dreaded moment arrived.
“The prostate,” Mikaela began to explain,”is a gland surrounding the neck of
the bladder in men and it releases prostatic fluid.” He looked up at
Yuuichirou. That part wasn’t awkward at all, but the rest would be. “Basically,
it’s a bundle of nerves in your butt.” His cheeks burned a bit as he continued
reluctantly- he knew this information would not be on the test, but it’d help
Yuuichirou remember. “Touching the prostate feels really good. All men can find
sexual pleasure in getting their prostate touched, but it’s... um. In gay sex,
the usual goal is for the top man to hit the bottom man’s prostate. F-For
pleasure.”
Yuuichirou thought he was doing well, remembering all of the facts. He thought
he was doing a great job of not making childish jokes until Mikaela brought up
the fated topic; as he expected he would, he choked. Yuuichirou grit his teeth
together and tensed to keep himself from looking like a fool. He quickly tried
to collect himself and hummed.
“So, there is a walnut-sized thing in my butt,” he held his breath and tried
not to chuckle too hard. Mikaela nodded along with Yuuichirou’s words. “That,
if touched with... your penis, for example, would feel really good to me?” He
held his hand up to his mouth and snickered.
Fuck. Mikaela felt his heart stop when Yuuichirou used him as an example.
Images went flashing through Mikaela’s head- images he only thought of when
alone, hand wrapped around himself. The last thing he needed was to reveal to
Yuuichirou that he thinks of this often.
I wish I could show you what it feels like, Yuu-senpai...Mikaela thought
dazedly, looking at Yuuichirou heatedly for a moment before he cleared his
throat and studied their notes.
“So that’s a better explanation than when I overheard Guren speaking to his
boyfriend about it... it was horrifying. ‘That spot that feels good after you
finger yourself… you remember your prostate. I’m going to hit that hard
tonight’." Yuuichirou looked sick for a moment. Mikaela only half-listened to
Yuuichirou, then nervously laughed in response through a tight throat.
“Do you know how traumatized that incident made me?” He still had horrifying
visions to this day; when it popped up during his masturbating, his dick goes
soft so fast it could win a world championship for dick deflation. There was no
way in hell he was going to tell Mikaela, however. He had embarrassed himself
enough for one night, spilling such intimate information about himself and his
father. If Guren ever caught wind of what Yuuichirou had just said, Yuuichirou
knew he would die. Yuuichirou rubbed the back of his head and realized just a
little too late that he used Mikaela and him having sex as an example. What the
fuck was his life sometimes, and where could he buy a brain-to-mouth filter,
honestly.
“L-Let’s continue, yeah?” Mikaela suggested with a slight stutter due to his
heart pattering quickly against his chest.
They moved on to the female reproductive system, which wasn’t too strange,
since Mikaela didn’t care for girls beyond medical knowledge, and Yuuichirou
was the same way. Yuuichirou, surprisingly, wasn’t getting bored. Dinner passed
without a hitch, despite a few embarrassing moments. But it wasn’t as bad as
their first meeting, and studying didn’t seem to have any humiliating moments
until Yuuichirou brought up the prostate in such a bland manner and exampled it
badly. He didn’t even realize the full implication of what he said until
Mikaela’s words stuttered behind a hitched breath. Yuuichirou might have
groaned if not for how smoothly Mikaela changed topics.
Female reproduction was just as mesmerizing as male reproduction, it seemed.
Yuuichirou winced at several points. He couldn’t believe that girls had to go
through so much crap due to their bodies. No wonder Mitsuba was so tender all
the time. He would have to try and be kinder to them (and bring in a supply of
chocolate always for her and Shinoa).
Shaking off the thought, he drifted back onto Mikaela and smiled. His attention
was waning as he took in Mikaela’s face; the way his ears peaked out of his
messy, fluffy hair, the way his eyes widened and narrowed with his expressions
always changing...
… the way his lips pushed together and separated. The thin trail of saliva that
naturally collected from talking, and how he desperately wanted to press his
lips to Mikaela's...
Jerking back to reality, he shook his head and said, “What?”
“We made progress tonight, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela repeated, since Yuuichirou
didn't hear him the first time. He closed his notebook decisively. “We’re all
done until Monday.” He paused, not sure if Yuuichirou wanted to leave or stay
longer. Of course, Mikaela would never dismiss him from his home, but if
Yuuichirou was in a hurry to see his friends, Mikaela wouldn’t force him to
stay.
Yuuichirou blinked and nodded. The last part of that lesson was a blank space
to him. He imprinted Mikaela’s body into his memory, and it was all he could
think about.
“Yeah, um, yeah. Going. Got to see my friends,” Yuuichirou mumbled, unsure of
how to speak properly anymore.
Mikaela gave him a curious look, then packed up his study materials and stored
them in his bag. He watched as Yuuichirou did the same, eyes dazed somehow.
Maybe he’s just that interested in the subject, Mikaela decided. He walked
Yuuichirou to the door, then stood there stiffly.
“If you want, I can walk home with you, Yuu-senpai...” he suggested softly,
feeling his heart start to race as he spoke. “I-I mean, not that I think you
can’t handle yourself, but if you wanted company, or not, I understand...”
Mikaela blushed at his nervous wording.
Mikaela suddenly thought about the party and potential sleepover tomorrow and
bit his lip. His heart raced so fast at that, it was almost unsettling. He took
a shaky breath and finally looked back at Yuuichirou.
Mikaela was adorable. Yuuichirou had forever promised himself that that he
would never use that word, but there was not a better word available.
Yuuichirou watched Mikaela carefully and shook his head.
“I wouldn’t want to pull you away from the warmth of your home," he replied
softly. "Besides, I’m not that far away, and if you’re trying to sneakily spend
more time with me, don’t forget the party tomorrow!” Getting to his feet and
stretching upwards, his body arched enough that skin showed just beneath his
belly button. Relaxing, he ended up in a slouched position and shook off the
serious study atmosphere that had built up over the past few hours. It was
weird how different today felt compared to last time. It felt more dignified,
he supposed, and that was good. He couldn’t go around making a fool of himself
all the time; now that just wouldn’t be fair to Mikaela. He didn’t want Mikaela
to get addicted to his quirks after all (even though it was too late, not that
Yuuichirou knew that).
“How about I walk myself home, leave you too this mess, and you come to my
house early tomorrow? I will show you my home before the rest appear, yeah?” He
asked as he collected all of his stuff together, then dropped down to his knees
once again. The thought of seeing Yuuichirou tomorrow, if not most of the
day... it was so much better than a short walk home, Mikaela decided.
“That’s fine, Yuu-senpai,” he leaned against the doorframe and watched
Yuuichirou lovingly. “I’ll text you when I’m coming over.” His heart leaped at
the words. He’d be seeing Yuuichirou tomorrow at their party and staying the
night; the situation almost couldn’t be better. Mikaela knew it’d be best if
they were alone, and were able to kiss and possibly more... but it was far too
soon for Yuuichirou to be comfortable with that. Mikaela didn’t depend on ever
kissing him, but he’d always hope for it.
He held the door open for Yuuichirou once he looked ready to leave. “I’ll see
you tomorrow, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela said again, a bit shyly, a gentle smile on
his face.
Yuuichirou waved goodbye to Mikaela, smiled softly and then turned to leave. As
he heard the door shut behind him, he looked back over his shoulder and sighed
contently. It was a terrible thing- crushing so hard on somebody he only just
met, not to mention Mikaela was younger than him… but when did silly little
things like that ever stop him?
As he walked, he whistled to himself. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but it was
getting close, and if he didn’t to get to Shinoa’s home before the sun went
down, he’d be scolded for days. He couldn’t wait to tell the gang that he had
invited Mikaela over to the party. They knew enough about his little crush to
indulge his need to spend less tutoring time with Mikaela and more friend time.
Yuuichirou smiled as he spotted Shinoa’s house not long after his thoughts went
silent. The lights in the top rooms were on and he could see silhouettes as his
friends moved behind the blinds. Getting his phone out, he texted Shinoa to
open the door and ended the evening with hilarity, gossip and the knowledge
that Mikaela would be coming over tomorrow.
And not for tutoring, either.
Which reminded him that they didn’t actually plan when the next session would
be and where. It was a really good thing, after all, to have Mikaela come over
the next day; now, he had a valid reason to see Mikaela other than I think
you’re hot, let’s be friends and then some. That night, he finally fell asleep
thinking of Mikaela with a fond, small smile. 
Chapter End Notes
     A collaboration of sweet MikaYuu goodness from a couple of nerdy
     role-players, better known by our Tumblrs (if Criostail would ever
     stop remaking hers):
     Vixenfur is Mikaela_(rp_blog)
     Kind_Criostail is Yuuichirou_(personal_blog)
***** If only Mikaela Knew That Yuuichirou Was One of the Gays *****
Chapter Summary
     The party begins, but it truly has only just begun.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
After packing up his things and texting Yuuichirou that he was on his way,
Mikaela stood at his doorstep the following afternoon. He had been here once
before, but this was a bit different. Today, Yuuichirou wasn’t at his side,
opening the door for him.
This time, Mikaela stood alone, gripping the strap of his bag and swallowing
nervously. All he had to do was knock and Yuuichirou would be there.
It seemed like such a small, insignificant moment, but to Mikaela, it meant so
much. Just two weeks ago, he couldn’t even work up the courage to speak to
Yuuichirou, face to face. Now, he was literally spending the night in
Yuuichirou’s home. He was invited by his Senpai to spend time with him.
Even if nothing romantic came of their time together, Mikaela felt grateful
that someone as stunning as Yuuichirou would lend his time to Mikaela.
Yuuichirou wasn’t the smartest person, not the most graceful and and certainly
not the most careful, but Mikaela thought all of those characteristics made him
even more adorable.
Yuuichirou had the brightest smile Mikaela had ever seen. Physically,
Yuuichirou was perfect. He was muscular, but he was still smaller than Mikaela
and he desired to find all the places where Yuuichirou was soft, tender and
kissable. Yuuichirou’s eyes could be dark and sexy, he imagined; but they could
also be round and cute, sparkling as he talked about his favorite manga.
Yuuichirou could be smirking and clever but also pouting and blushing. Mikaela
couldn’t pick out anything missing, anything wrong about Yuuichirou at all. He
knew that Yuuichirou was more than just his appearance, too. He hungered to
know about Yuuichirou’s deepest feelings, his true personality- he wanted to
learn everything about Yuuichirou.
For this reason, Mikaela was entirely happy and open around Yuuichirou. His
heart soared when he looked at him, and Mikaela wouldn’t suppress a smile if he
didn’t have to. This was why Mikaela was so kind to Yuuichirou- he didn’t do it
consciously, necessarily. He simply adored Yuuichirou that much and wanted to
be as close to him as he could get.
Mikaela took a deep breath, blushing at his train of thought as he finally
lifted his fist, knocking his knuckles against the door.
—
Yuuichirou had managed to do only two things; get out of bed and shower. The
previous night after he left Mikaela’s, he headed out with his friends and
hadn’t gotten home until late. It was bad, but Guren hadn’t been in either, so
he didn’t care too much.
What he did care about was when the knocking came and he realized it was
Mikaela, suddenly his lack of preparation felt a bit too overwhelming. He was
in his bedroom shoving on his jeans and a tight green shirt when the door
sounded, and in his hurry to get to it, he didn’t realize he had put his shirt
on backwards.
Swinging open the door, he looked Mikaela up and down and grinned. “Hey, Mika!”
Yuuichirou said, then reached out and tugged the other inside. “Glad you could
make it, come on in!” He shut the door behind Mikaela and held his hands out to
take Mikaela’s bag and coat.
“I’ve got a place for these, if you don’t mind? Places to sleep are kind of
spread out, but you’ve got a choice between the floor in my room and sharing
the living room with the loser squad when they’re drunk and perverted.”
Yuuichirou snorted as visions of their previous parties came back to him. He
almost worried for Mikaela’s sanity now, but the other had to learn somehow.
Learn… what exactly?The thought lingered on his mind, but he had no real
answer.
Mikaela stiffened up, heart already flipping over in his chest. “I-I’ll stay in
your room, Senpai!” He gulped suddenly. “I-If that’s alright! If not, I’ll stay
in the living room, o-or anywhere really.” He felt privileged to even be there-
he would not be picky with where he slept.
“Drunk and perverted, eh?” Mikaela laughed nervously, but he tried to appear
joking on the outside. “That sounds wild. I’m curious now. I’ve never been
drunk before, though, so I can’t say I know how I’ll act.” He was excited to
drink for the first time, but he was a bit afraid of how he would act around
his Senpai and his friends. What if he was really stupid, or what if he cried-
or worse, what if he spilled out his feelings?
Mikaela vowed to himself he would try and keep ahold of his logic. He didn’t
want to screw anything up now, especially since he did have to tutor
Yuuichirou, but he also wanted to set himself up as a possible boyfriend.
Awkward things have happened, surely, but to be fair, none of them were
Mikaela’s doing. Every time something embarrassing occurred, it was
Yuuichirou’s fault.
Mikaela felt bad for thinking that way, but it was the truth. He removed his
shoes and smiled at Yuuichirou, trying to appear charming. “I’m glad to be
here. I’m excited for the party,” he told Yuuichirou, heart bursting with joy.
“I’m excited, too,” Yuuichirou replied as he gathered Mikaela’s bags into his
arms, then walked Mikaela inside. He jerked his head towards the living room.
“If you just wait in there, I will take your stuff upstairs and then I’ll come
and get you a drink- a non alcoholic one to start off the party," he said. The
last thing he wanted was for Mikaela to be drunk before his friends came. They
were a force to be reckoned with when they were sober- a drunk Mikaela would
stand no chance against them. But if they were drunk as well… it would probably
be fine. He would just need to make sure they were drunk first.
Quickly taking the bags upstairs, he then came back downstairs to see Mikaela
sitting in the living room. His heart swelled at how right it looked to have
Mikaela in his home. He ran a hand through is hair.
“Are you a Coke or Pepsi person?” He asked. He supposed Mikaela might just
prefer juice, but he wasn’t going to overthink things.
Especially since he still hadn’t noticed his backwards shirt and apparently,
neither had Mikaela.
The truth was, Mikaela had noticed the backwards shirt, and he was smiling
about it discreetly. Yuuichirou was cute beyond belief, and Mikaela was
planning on pointing out the shirt, but the thought escaped him at Yuuichirou’s
question.
“Coke is fine,” Mikaela replied gently, eyes following Yuuichirou as he went to
the fridge and brought over two drinks to the couch. “Thank you, Yuu-senpai,”
Mikaela smiled brightly before sipping the soda.
He set his drink down on the coffee table before them, eyes flickering as he
noticed the portraits perched on a shelf in the living room. “Ah, is that...
that’s Guren-sensei,” he pointed at one of the pictures. “And...” Mikaela
paused. “Is that- Is that Shinya-sensei, the music teacher?” His eyes widened
in surprise. Why else would a picture of two teachers, side by side and
grinning wide, be placed in their living room? He remembered Yuuichirou
mentioning how Guren had a boyfriend, but he only just realized how surrounded
Yuuichirou was by gay people.
Oh, if only Yuuichirou knew he was sitting next to yet another gay person. And
if only Mikaela knew that, actually, Yuuichirou was one of the gays. 
Yuuichirou laughed.
“Yeah it is,” he replied softly. “Guren is my adoptive parent, but Shinya might
as well be considered one as well.” Lazily, he glanced over to the picture and
a warming smile widened his cheeks. “The two are a strange couple, but they are
a couple nonetheless.” Mikaela listened curiously, enjoying the sound of
Yuuichirou talking, no matter what it was about.
Turning his attention back to Mikaela, his smile dampened, but not due to
Mikaela. Rather, he was contemplating what to talk about. So far, the pair had
been together only a few times over the last few weeks, but most times nothing
substantial had come out of it…
Unless they counted Yuuichirou’s huge-as-fuck-and-still-growing crush.
He blinked at the thought and tried to hide his grin by subtly angling his
face. “Ne,” Yuuichirou said and took a sip of his own drink. “I’m glad you
came, I know it seems a bit forward, but I really think you and I can be great-
” He paused accidentally and let out a breath, “friends.”
Mikaela was in a slight daze when Yuuichirou expressed his happiness about
Mikaela being there. It took Mikaela a minute before his heart sped up and he
blinked a couple times in pleasant surprise.
Reaching behind his head to rub it, Yuuichirou tried to think hard about what
to do. He invited Mikaela over early so they could get to know more about each
other, and he wanted some alone time, but knowing his friends, they would barge
in early.
Frustrated at his inability to form conversation, he pushed his lips together.
“I-I’m very glad to be here, Yuu-senpai!” He chirped, heart skipping quickly
now. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Just as a comfortable silence fell between them, there was the sound of a door
opening. Mikaela jerked at the voice that cut through the house.
“Yuu-san!” Mikaela recognized it as Shinoa, instantly. “We know you have
nothing to do with your sad little life, so we’ve arrived early! I know, I
know, you’re glad to see-” She halted as soon as she saw Mikaela’s round, blue
eyes staring at her. “Oh, hello, Mikaela-kouhai! Was I interrupting something?”
She asked with a sly grin. Mikaela’s cheeks flooded with heat. That’s right, he
recalled. She knows about my feelings.Yuuichirou’s face went as red as
Mikaela’s did. 
Yuuichirou had no clue about her affiliation with Mikaela, so seeing her look
at him so suddenly and with such a face made his cheeks grew hot with jealousy
and he huffed.
“Wha-” Mikaela didn’t even have time to ask any further before Yuuichirou’s
outburst interrupted him.
“Shinoa, I told you guys not to come early for once!” Yuuichirou said.
“And I can see why,” she returned, laughing.
Sauntering inside, she jabbed a thumb behind her and said, “I brought the rest
of the squad with me. Yoichi has a bunch of snacks, Kimizuki’s carrying the
beer and my dearest Mit-chan is so cute, worrying about a tear in her tights
when I’m only going to rip the rest of them off later on-”
Yuuichirou slammed his hands down. Shinoa’s ability to have no brain-to-mouth
filter was as bad, if not notoriously worse than his own.
“We don’t want to hear about your porn movies with your girlfriend!” He huffed
and she barked out a cheeky laugh.
Getting to his feet, he mouthed an apology to Mikaela and pointed to the door.
“I’m going to help four-eyes with the alcohol, you can sit there if you like,
but I warn you- Shinoa might cause some problems.” He snorted. She might… no,
she will, he thought. Mikaela would learn soon enough.
Mikaela laughed a little nervously, sitting in place and watching as Yuuichirou
stepped away. He was joined by Shinoa, who had a smug grin on her face. It
seemed to be her default, Mikaela observed. He gulped and stiffened, feeling
the back of his neck heat up.
“So,” she drawled, crossing her legs. “You two were looking at each other
interestingly. Did I cockblock a first kiss?”
Mikaela sputtered and felt his face plunge into an even darker shade of red.
“N-Not at all!” Mikaela waved his hands frantically. “W-We were just talking!”
“Oho,” she mused. “About what? Feelings?”
“N-Not necessarily...” Mikaela ducked his head away. Shinoa watched him for a
second, then seemed to change subjects, much to Mikaela’s relief.
“So, have you been drunk before?” Shinoa questioned, leaning forward excitedly.
Mikaela shook his head. She laughed delightedly. “Oh, this will be fun! No
worries, Mikaela-kouhai, we will have lots of fun, okay?”
“O-Okay,” Mikaela stuttered and fidgeted, then looked up as Yoichi and Kimizuki
stepped inside, carrying snacks and alcohol, respectively. Yuuichirou held
another crate of beer.
That much?Mikaela’s eyes widened the sheer amount of alcohol they had. Well, he
figured between six people, it would be gone in no time, but it was a daunting
sight nevertheless. Mitsuba followed, holding a sleepover bag against her hip.
Mikaela wondered if he should help with anything, but it seemed there was
nothing else to help with, so he stayed put.
Chattering away to himself since Kimizuki and Yoichi clearly weren’t listening
as well as they could have been, Yuuichirou stopped in his tracks at how close
the duo were. His eyes narrowed and he set the crate down.
“Do you two know each other already?”
Of course, Yuuichirou had already introduced them beforehand, but it had only
been a passing-by hello. The way Shinoa and Mikaela were talking and the air
they gave off was so warming- he shook his head. Jealously was an unbecoming
trait to have.
He smiled instead and ran his hand through his hair. He did not want to seem
bothered, even if, perhaps, body language gave away the impression.
“In a way,” Shinoa grinned. “I mean, I’ve seen him around before he started…
tutoring you.” Mikaela’s heart raced a little at her suggestive way of speaking
and he clenched his hands nervously.
Coming back up to where Mikaela and Shinoa were, he dropped to his knees.
Yuuichirou leaned forward and flicked Mikaela’s nose and ruffled Shinoa’s hair.
Mikaela scrunched his nose and his cheeks heated up considerably. He sure hoped
Yuuichirou hadn’t heard what they were talking about.
“Since everybody is here early and I don’t want us to finish the alcohol before
it even gets dark, how about we store it and then watch a movie or play a
game?” Yuuichirou suggested.
It would be nice to get everybody comfortable with one another- meaning,
Mikaela- before the party could take off into full swing. He had been meaning
to do that from the beginning, but with everybody coming early… he would just
need to find another way.
On the bright side, Yuuichirou thought to himself; at least I haven’t made a
fool of myself yet.
“That sounds good,” Mikaela nodded at Yuuichirou’s suggestion.
“Oh, fun!” Shinoa giggled. “I want to pick the movie.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea...” Kimizuki said doubtfully. Mikaela
looked over his shoulder, noticing the taller boy coming over to where they
were seated. “... considering the sorts of things you usually watch.”
“Eh,” Shinoa whined. “What’s wrong with what I watch?”
“A lot of things,” Kimizuki argued. There were so many things wrong with
Shinoa’s choice in movies. Yuuichirou knew this to be a fact. The last time he
had let her pick the movie, he still had the images of dreams that never ended.
Even those days… he shook his head before the flashes could come back to him
and he huffed.
Mikaela had no idea what they were talking about, but he just smiled politely
at Yuuichirou and waited patiently for them to come to a decision about what to
watch, or instead, what to do. He didn’t mind, as long as he was with his
Senpai, he was pleased.
“Shinoa is not picking the movie, Yoichi can,” Yuuichirou said and gave Yoichi
a warm smile. Yoichi looked terrified at the idea of letting Shinoa pick.
Yuuichirou turned to Mikaela and said, “if you ever let her choose the movie,
you’re done for.”
He snickered while letting his thoughts return to Shinoa’s earlier words-
sometimes, it was hard to keep up with the conversations in their gang. They
were never short on words, that much was for sure. Eyeing up Mikaela, he nudged
him.
“Hey,” Yuuichirou said, grabbing Mikaela’s attention. “As they sort out the
movie, help me load all of this into the kitchen.”
Considering they weren’t exactly a couple (hell, they had only just really
become friends) it would see crass to accuse anybody of not telling him
everything, so he needed to find a new way to question Mikaela. Getting to his
feet, he waved off Kimizuki and Yoichi’s offers to help.
“Mika is gonna help me, aren’t you?” He looked at Mikaela when Mitsuba cut in
front of him and offered to make food. Shinoa perked up at that, quickly
offering to help as well and Yuuichirou could have cried for his bad luck.
“Sure, Yuu-senpai!” Mikaela perked up, glad to be of help somehow. He was
completely oblivious to Yuuichirou’s desire to be alone. He wanted to be alone,
too, but he was already accepting that they wouldn’t be tonight.
He helped Yuuichirou bring everything into the kitchen anyways, chatting along
with Yuuichirou’s friends as best as he could. Naturally, he wasn’t as
talkative, but he did his best to be polite to everyone. Even Shinoa, who was
giving him suggestive looks.
They made their way back to the living room, where Yoichi had picked out
something and stuck it in the DVD player. Mikaela sat down on the couch where
he was before, unsure of where else to sit, and watched as everyone settled
around them.
After that, everything calmed down for a while. After the excitement of seeing
Mikaela, followed by embarrassment of having his flirting ruined by the
untimely arrival of his friends, and then their chance at alone time dashed,
Yuuichirou had to make peace with the knowledge that they would no longer have
any time to themselves.
It was a shame, really.
As much as this was a great opportunity to get Mikaela used to his friends, it
was also a good time for him to flirt as best he could and see if he stood any
form of a chance.
He wasn’t so dense as to never notice the blush on Mikaela’s cheeks, and he had
come to the solid conclusion that Mikaela was not as dense, either. Rather,
Mikaela seemed to have much more common sense, if he were honest.
Yuuichirou sighed, thinking back on the past hour as he settled onto the sofa
beside Mikaela.
Everybody else took residence in different places: Shinoa sat on her own chair,
Mitsuba sat on the floor between her legs, Yoichi was laying on his belly and
Kimizuki was seated beside him.
Mikaela was watching the movie probably the best out of the whole group besides
Yoichi. Kimizuki was silent as he watched for most of the film. Shinoa and
Mitsuba kept messing around off to the side, distracting each other with hushed
words and sly touches. Yuuichirou was shifting and sighing a lot, so Mikaela
had figured he wasn’t concentrating at all. 
Yoichi had a content expression on his face as he watched the film, and Mikaela
felt himself get absorbed in it as well. Somewhere in the middle of the film,
Kimizuki excused himself to the kitchen and he didn't return. The smell of food
drifted into the living room some time later. Just as the last scene of the
movie was ending, Yuuichirou moaned.
“Hot, cooked food…” He turned to Mikaela and without really thinking about it,
he said, “I doubt it could be as nice as yours.” Mikaela’s heart thudded and he
looked shyly over to Yuuichirou.
“M-My cooking can’t be that good,” Mikaela argued modestly. “Yours was really
good, Yuu-senpai.” In the corner of his eye, he noticed Yuuichirou giving him a
certain look, but he gulped and looked away, unsure if it was what he thought
it could be.
Before it could get any more awkward and before Yuuichirou could reply to
Mikaela, a shadow loomed over them and Kimizuki was there, handing out beers.
“It’s western style food tonight, I made burgers and buns,” he said. Yuuichirou
took the beer. Kimizuki looked out the window and sighed sadly. Mikaela tilted
his head, unsure of why he did that.
Yuuichirou couldn’t help himself from snickering.
“Oi, four-eyes, moping about everybody refusing to have a BBQ?” Yuuichirou
taunted. Kimizuki shot him a look. “Last time, we almost burned the garden
down, you know we’re not allowed anymore.”
Kimizuki held out a beer to Mikaela. His outstretched hand stiffened a little.
“If it gets out that I’m handing this to a minor…” Kimizuki warned. Yuuichirou
wanted to cut in, but he did not. It was funny watching Mikaela react to
Kimizuki.
“I-It’s fine,” Mikaela chuckled nervously and took the drink from him. He felt
something similar to an electric shock cut through his body. He was holding his
own alcoholic beverage for the first time. He felt so cool, like a real adult,
and in front of Yuuichirou, his own Senpai…! He was the coolest right now,
surely. Mikaela’s eyes sparkled excitedly.
Nudging Mikaela, Yuuichirou jerked his head at the beer. Mikaela tore his eyes
away from the drink for a moment to glance at him before looking back at it.
“Drink that one slowly,” Yuuichirou said. “After dinner, the real party will
begin. I’ve got so many tracks stored ready to play, I think you’re going to
really love some.” Leaning in closer, he whispered, “… and if we’re lucky, we
will see the girl’s-!”
Mitsuba lobbed a pillow at him, having clearly heard him and he laughed
hesitantly, but said little more. Shinoa shook his head and Yoichi tried to
pretend he wasn’t listening at all. Kimizuki rolled his eyes and once he was
free of beer, he headed back to the kitchen and plated up the food.
Whoa. Wait. See the girl’s...?
Mikaela didn’t want to feel his stomach sink like it did, but he couldn’t hold
back his shock. It shouldn’t be that surprising, honestly. Mikaela shouldn’t of
gotten his hopes up, thinking Yuuichirou wasn’t straight. Of course, Mikaela
was being completely dense, since the word ‘bisexual’ didn’t cross his head
once- he was too centered on the hint of Yuuichirou’s attraction to girls.
Did he not have a chance, after all...?
Mikaela sulked a little and looked at the drink in his hands with less
enthusiasm than before. Maybe if he drank it, he would stop thinking that his
feelings were unrequited. With this in mind, he lifted it to his lips and took
in a small sip.
He made an expression of mild disgust, but he tried to keep his cool. He didn’t
want to seem lame in front of the others, after all. Plus, he expected it to
taste pretty bad, anyways; it was alcohol, after all.
Unaware of Mikaela’s sudden drop in personality, Yuuichirou began arguing with
Mitsuba, this time in reference to the conversation that had left Mikaela
feeling a bit hopeless. Even as Kimizuki gave out dinner to everybody,
Yuuichirou tried to juggle holding his food, drinking his beer and arguing.
It was a hilarious sight to most in the room.
“I don’t know about you, but I want to see it happen again. Do you seriously
not remember any of it? You and Shinoa forced all us boys onto the sofa and
walked the sofa up and down the living-room for God knows how long, we were all
very surprised at your strength.” He laughed, and Mitsuba growled at him.
“We did nothing so embarrassing, so shut up before I make you!” She yelled,
although she had had the good graces to put down her plate and drink before
arguing. What she didn’t have, however, was the common sense not to get
physical.
She grabbed a pillow, lobbed it at Yuuichirou and when it hit him, he had half
a burger greasing up his top and half a beer rubbing it all in. He yelped in a
high-pitched tone. Mikaela gasped a bit and jerked when it happened, then
briefly wondered if this was something that happened to Yuuichirou often.
Jumping to his feet, Yuuichirou jabbed a hand at Mitsuba.
“What are you playing at?” He yelled. “Look at me, I spent ages getting ready
for tonight!” Without really thinking about it, he looked at Mikaela and then
quickly back to Mitsuba. Mikaela was surprised no one pointed out that his
shirt was on backwards the entire time, but he kept quiet, smirking slightly to
himself. 
Yoichi got up to diffuse the situation, but Yuuichirou was already peeling his
upper clothing off. “I might as well stay like this the whole night if I’m just
going to get wet again.” He sent her a pointed look, but Yoichi gasped, Shinoa
choked and Kimizuki groaned.
“If any of us make you wet again tonight, it’s probably not going to be your
bestest ever, forever friends,” Shinoa laughed. Her gaze turned to Mikaela and
Yuuichirou looked ready to let steam flow freely from his ears.
Mikaela didn’t even notice Shinoa’s eyes on him. He was far too distracted. He
may have seen Yuuichirou’s body completely naked before, if only for a brief
second of complete embarrassment, but he didn’t have the chance to really stare
at Yuuichirou’s body.
Now, he did.
Mikaela sipped at his beer absentmindedly, slowly intoxicating himself with
every swig. Because of this, he didn’t have the ability to really hold back his
expression or the flush on his cheeks as Yuuichirou lifted his shirt up. Once
it was off, he was almost drooling, and he had to stop zoning out when
Yuuichirou looked at him, or else it’d be hard to explain his staring.
Still, whenever Yuuichirou was doing something else, he admired the curve of
his shoulders, the muscles that made him look toned but not too buff, and the
gorgeous pale skin, free of any marks or blemishes... he was flawless.
Mikaela’s heart was racing and he realized he had finished his drink and he
really would like another.
Mikaela got up slowly and went to the kitchen, helping himself to another drink
before he returned and resumed his spot on the couch, watching the crowd yell
about whatever they were yelling about.
Yelling was an understatement. Yuuichirou had put down his beer, launched at
Shinoa, and was beaten in a match of strength on the floor. Mitsuba was
groaning in the background as Shinoa sat down on Yuuichirou’s butt and yanked
his arm behind him.
“Beg, beg for mercy!” She cackled while Yuuichirou tried to best to wriggle and
writhe to freedom.
Kimizuki had taken up a place beside Yoichi and was chatting idly away. It was
obvious he was finding it hard to ignore the mess going on behind them. Yoichi
was half-talking back to Kimizuki and half glancing over with worried eyes to
where Shinoa had rolled Yuuichirou onto his back and was now tickling his
belly.
Yuuichirou almost choked; had begun laughing so hard.
When he glanced at Mikaela out of the corner of his eye, he reached up.
“Save me,” he begged. “If you have any heroics in you at all, slay this beast
and save me!” There were tears in his eyes from how hard he was laughing at her
fingers tickling his sides. He clawed at the ground, managing to get onto his
belly again.
He tried to crawl towards Mikaela as Shinoa giggled along.
“Yes Mika, come save your princess, should you dare take on the scary-gorgeous
dragon,” Shinoa taunted.
Mikaela was watching the entire scene with wide eyes, unsure of what to do. He
didn’t know Shinoa well enough to put his hands on her so casually, and even
though she was dating Mitsuba and Mikaela had no interest in girls, he still
felt awkward trying to push her off of Yuuichirou.
“I-I...” Mikaela stammered, mouth twitching into a smile at the hilarity of the
scene. He suddenly was struck with a better idea. “Fight back, Yuu-senpai! You
said you were tough, right?” Before his words could affect Yuuichirou, Shinoa
was yanked back by Mitsuba, who was glaring at her.
“Stop torturing him, you psycho,” Mitsuba scolded. Shinoa giggled gleefully and
leaned back into her arms, allowing herself to be dragged away.
“Oh my,” Shinoa sighed dramatically. “It seems that I’m the one being saved,
and by balloon tits, nonetheless!”
Mikaela watched with wonder as Shinoa was lifted into the air by Mistuba. Damn,
she’s strong,he thought as Shinoa was tossed onto the couch. Instead of being
afraid at the way she flew threw the air weightlessly, she let out a squeal of
joy and bounced on the cushions when she landed. Even Mikaela could tell
Mitsuba threw her gently on purpose.
Mikaela brought his eyes back to Yuuichioru, who was laying limp on the ground.
“Yuu-senpai?” He tilted his head and leaned closer, straining to see if
Yuuichirou was even breathing after all of his laughter.
Yuuichirou’s hand shot out swiftly, almost hitting Mikaela’s face. He stopped
just short of his nose and turned his head slowly. His eyes were wet with
tears, red and wide. His nose was sore from being mushed against the ground and
his fingers trembled softly.
“Kill the demon,” he whispered out before flopping back on the floor, dead.
The whole room burst into various displays of laughter: Kimizuki, Yoichi,
Mitsuba and Shinoa all giggled in their special ways, and when Yuuichirou got
to his feet, he shot Shinoa a dirty look and threw himself against Mikaela.
“That wasn’t saving me, Mika,” he whined. “I thought we had something!” Mikaela
sputtered at their closeness and felt his face flame red.
Yuuichirou was clearly joking, but the sudden tension in the room made a blush
spread redder across his already hot face. He let go of Mikaela and stumbled
away.
“I-I am going to go get a-another drink,” Yuuichirou said, then looked around
awkwardly and swallowed thickly. “Or seven.”
Mitsuba and Kimizuki snorted, Shinoa giggled knowingly, and Yoichi just sighed,
dropping his head towards his chest.
Yuuichirou’s comment about needing another drink reminded Mikaela to drink more
of his own. He reached over and sipped on it distractedly, doing everything he
could to keep his eyes away from Shinoa’s knowing smirks.
“Mikaela-kouhai,” Shinoa said, and Mikaela felt dread settle in his stomach. He
knew teasing was soon to come. “Your face is awfully red. Could it be that
you’re getting tipsy?”
“M-Maybe?” Mikaela shifted, heart racing nervously. He was sure he was blushing
over how his shirtless Senpai cuddled up to him, but he couldn’t admit that. He
took another gulp of alcohol to try and feel less tense about his thoughts and
reactions.
“You gotta try harder!” Shinoa encouraged. “Drink up, drink up. I think Yuu-san
is bringing enough over here for all of us.” They both knew Yuuichirou meant
seven drinks for himself as an exaggeration (or maybe not), but she would
probably take a cup from Yuuichirou’s hand and thank him anyways.
After he realized he finished this drink as well, Mikaela got up and went to
the kitchen to get another. Yuuichirou was the only one there... still
shirtless.
Mikaela’s heart thumped and he stepped over slowly, not wanting to startle
Yuuichirou, but he also unsure of what to say in greeting. He ended up just
standing and staring at him awkwardly.
Maybe it was the alcohol that made Mikaela open his mouth. Whatever the reason,
he didn’t think twice before he spoke.
“You’re hot.”
Chapter End Notes
     A collaboration of sweet MikaYuu goodness from a couple of nerdy
     role-players, better known by our Tumblrs (if Criostail would ever
     stop remaking hers):
     Vixenfur is Mikaela_(rp_blog)
     Kind_Criostail is Yuuichirou_(personal_blog)
***** You’ll Do Fine Beating Your Own Ass *****
Chapter Summary
     The party continues and Mikaela and Yuuichirou get a bit too carried
     away. The morning is more than a little awkward.
Chapter Notes
     Hey hey guess what? We have a treat in this chapter! And... something
     else. Lawls. Enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Yuuichirou had to blink. Surely, he misheard that.
As soon as Mikaela realized what he said, he instantly wanted to bash his head
into the counter. Shock at his own words paralyzed him and he stood there,
staring at Yuuichirou.
Composing himself as best he could, Yuuichirou inhaled a deep breath, put his
cup down and then turned around to grant Mikaela a wide, tight lipped smile. “I
am boiling, yes.”
He reached behind himself and grabbed his drink. If Mikaela was paying even the
smallest bit of attention, he would have seen how tight Yuuichirou’s grip was
and how shakily it made its way to Yuuichirou’s mouth. Mikaela certainly
noticed; his eyes flicked down to his grip on the cup and his stomach turned in
nervousness. He feared he made Yuuichirou uncomfortable and he started thinking
of ways to counter his statement, or maybe even say he was kidding.
Which he certainly wasn’t, but it might be his only way out at this point.
“I should go get a shirt,” Yuuichirou continued. “But I don’t think I can make
it to the stairs.” His heart might give out; it was already racing at the
fastest speed it could go. Swallowing thickly, he gulped down the rest of his
drink and staggered.
The alcohol was definitely starting to get to him, and without thinking about
it, he giggled. Just as Mikaela was about to put on a fake smile and act like
he was messing with Yuuichirou, Yuuichirou spoke.
“Unless you mean I look good,” he said. “In which case, you’re pretty hot,
too.”
There was no mistaking Yuuichirou’s flirtatious behavior.
Mikaela had a moment to hold his breath and feel his heart slam his chest
harder than it ever has. His entire face plunged into a dark shade of red. His
mouth cracked open in question.
Before Mikaela could reply, Kimizuki’s head popped into the kitchen.
“Oi,” he said. Kimizuki’s voice made Mikaela jump and stumble to the side, as
if someone just caught him committing a crime. Kimizuki paid him no mind and
continued. “You have thirsty guests out here, idiot. Do something about it.”
Completely dismissing his behavior, Yuuichirou turned on Kimizuki and yelled at
him. “You wanna go, four-eyes? You think I won’t beat your ass up?”
“Hah!?” Kimizuki scoffed when Yuuichirou challenged him. “What’s all this
about, you dumbass? You can hardly stand, you’re drunker than I am. You’ll do
fine beating your own ass. And what the hell did I do!?”
Mikaela reached over and gripped the counter tightly, knuckles going white as
he clung to it for any sort of mental stability.
His Senpai clearly admitted to finding him hot. It was important to consider
they were both drunk, but... Mikaela figured drunk people were more truthful
than anything. In that case... Yuuichirou must’ve meant it. Mikaela looked
desperately at the beer and he grabbed another one, then tilted his head back
and downed half of it quickly.
When he set it down, the entire room swayed and he realized he was definitely
getting drunk now. His gaze moved slowly over to Kimizuki and Yuuichirou, his
eyes glazed with a mixture of his drunken state and his lust for Yuuichirou.
I want... to touch him... Mikaela thought hazily, cheeks darkening.
As Mikaela suffered through his drunken lust, Yuuichirou finished up his fight
with Kimizuki. Kimizuki had tutted at the inebriated teen and stormed off,
muttering under his breath. Smugly, Yuuichirou turned his attention back to
Mikaela.
His face quickly dropped.
Mikaela’s expression was gorgeous. He had no idea what changed between when
they last spoke hardly two minutes ago and right then, but something had, and
his whole body felt it. Heat prickled his toes and swam its way up to his
groin, where it lingered and tempted his cock into an erection.
The heat raised higher until his face was flushed with it and he whimpered.
Watching Mikaela, he did something he never would do sober. He crossed the room
and granted Mikaela’s wish. His drink was left to the side as he threw his arms
around Mikaela and kissed him hard.
The feeling was enlightening.
Mikaela’s spinning, drunken world halted and his eyes stretched wide when his
Senpai, the one he’s been dreaming of and drooling over, unmistakably kissed
him.
Mikaela’s lips were soft and tense with surprise. He couldn’t move. He was
paralyzed and his heart stuttered in confusion, as if it couldn’t decide
between stopping and racing. He was aware of Yuuichirou moving his mouth and
nibbling on his bottom lip, but his eyes were still opened and he hadn’t
budged.
A small sound akin to a whimper edged from his throat and he jerked slightly,
which made Yuuichirou pull back. Mikaela blinked at him in shock, hands shaking
as he grappled for any sort of words or ability to speak.
Yuuichirou turned his gaze away and downwards to the ground.
“S-Sorry,” Yuuichirou stuttered, although he didn’t sound very apologetic at
all. Rather, he sounded lustful.
Mikaela was too shocked to kiss Yuuichirou properly. That was his first kiss,
but he had a pretty good idea of how to kiss. He could do it better than that.
Yuuichirou was rambling and Mikaela was staring at his lips intently.
“I-I don’t know what I was thinking,” Yuuichirou let out in a single breath. “…
I-”
Mikaela reached out and grabbed Yuuichirou’s arm with one hand and his waist
with the other. He yanked Yuuichirou close and pressed their bodies flush
together, making an electric-like feeling rush through both of them.
Yuuichirou’s gasp was covered by Mikaela’s mouth, and Mikaela tilted his head
and kissed at him deeply, meshing their lips together in a soft, slightly wet
and heated collision.
He released Yuuichirou’s arm and shakily moved his hands down, resting them on
Yuuichirou’s hips and rocking them together, groaning at the hot feeling.
This was thousands of times better than his dreams.
Mikaela turned them around and pressed Yuuichirou against the counter. In the
process, he got one knee in between Yuuichirou’s legs and was rutting against
his crotch. Just as they changed positions, Mikaela pushed his tongue inside of
Yuuichirou’s mouth, feeling the heat Yuuichirou had to offer.
It was all so, so good.
Mikaela let out a moan and pressed Yuuichirou harder against the counter,
nudging his knee into his crotch more and wanting everything he could get.
Yuuichirou’s moans were intoxicating, much more so than the alcohol.
That was it for Yuuichirou.
The lust took hold and captured him in a hazy fog of rushed decisions and an
insane desire to see just how nice Mikaela’s cock looked against his skin. He
shoved Mikaela away with perhaps a little more force than necessary and grabbed
his hands.
In as serious a tone as any drunken man could manage, he said, “follow me,
now.”
He dragged Mikaela out of the kitchen, slipped past his drunken, giggling
friends, and tugged Mikaela up the stairs. Mikaela stumbled along, heart
pounding endlessly. Everything seemed out of focus except for Yuuichirou. He
could see Yuuichirou’s perfect and bare shoulders, his ruffled black hair, and
the edges of his flushed ears and cheeks. His eyes blearily moved down to stare
at their hands, where Yuuichirou held him tightly and moved them to his room
eagerly. They had barely made it as far as Yuuichirou’s door before he had his
lips on Mikaela’s again.
The alcohol was heavy on his breath and his body felt sluggish- he had used a
lot of energy to rush them upstairs, but he didn’t let it dissuade him from
trying to strip Mikaela of his clothing. Mikaela felt a rush all over again,
rising from his chest and spreading throughout his body, and he found himself
chasing after Yuuichirou's lips when he pulled away.
“I’m already shirtless, puts me at a disadvantage, don’t you think?” Yuuichirou
laughed breathlessly. He pinned Mikaela in place with a sultry gaze and nipped
at his lip playfully.
“Come on, Mika,” he said lowly. “You have to give me more than that. Where’s
that fire from downstairs?” Giggling, he stumbled over his words. That
made Mikaela stiffen. He felt a flush heat his cheeks hotter than they already
were, and he shyly looked away. Yuuichirou’s laughter was making him flustered.
“If you can get me on the bed and naked, I’ll use my mouth on you.”
Mikaela’s eyes widened in shock.
Yuuichirou was clearly gone. The alcohol had taken complete hold of him and his
inhibitions had all been taken down with ease.
He stared at Yuuichirou. Even in his drunken haze, his mind clouded with
questions. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he surged
forward and pulled Yuuichirou close to his body again, kissing him as deeply as
before. He felt Yuuichirou smile against his lips and he pulled back slightly,
only to stumble back as Yuuichirou jumped and tossed his legs around Mikaela’s
waist. Mikaela held his thighs- oh my god, they’re the perfect combination of
soft and firm, he thought- and rushed them to the bed.
The next time he focused on his surroundings, Yuuichirou was underneath him,
shirtless, red-faced and panting, hair messily surrounding his lust-darkened
eyes. Mikaela clenched the sheets on either side of Yuuichirou’s head, amazed
that something he only imagined in his dreams was truly in front of his eyes.
Mikaela tried to find words, but none would come out. He leaned down to
Yuuichirou’s lips again.
“Yuu-senpai...” he breathed out hotly, then kissed him again, unable to get
enough of the kisses he’s always desired. In between, Yuuichirou gasped and let
out small sounds.
“You’re beautiful, Mika…” Yuuichirou gushed through the lustful hitches in his
breath. “I’ve wanted to do this with you since the moment I saw you.”
He gave Mikaela a mischievous look and dragged him down so that the warmth of
his breath dampened the curve of Mikaela’s ear. “I’ve wanted to kiss you and
touch you and do so many things with you,” he continued and nipped at the skin.
Yuuichirou’s words made Mikaela’s head spin even more. His heart throbbed at
when he heard things he’s only dreamed of hearing. Yuuichirou, wanting to kiss
him? Yuuichirou, wanting to touch him? It didn’t register properly because he
couldn’t believe it was real. His breath hitched and his face flushed, a small
whimper sneaking past his lips.
Mikaela’s reaction was well worth the dirtiness of his tone. He grinned, laid
back and gestured to his body. “I want you to have this. I want you to touch it
as you please and I want to do it all right back to you.” He gazed up at
Mikaela with eyes full of desire and swallowed thickly. Mikaela watched with
wide eyes, wanting absolutely nothing more than what was in front of him.
Yuuichirou was perfect.
“But first,” Yuuichirou teased, “if you want me to suck you off, I need you to
do a small favor for me. I need you to go into the bathroom and grab the lotion
hidden behind the cabinet and I need you to bring it in here without alerting
the others to what we're doing.”
Licking his lips, he added, “I would do it myself, but I think I’ll just fall
down… thinking about doing it with you is making my knees weak.”
“I-I’ll go get it,” Mikaela stammered out dryly. He reluctantly left Yuuichirou
and staggered to the door, hardly able to walk himself.
Yuuichirou watched Mikaela go and he almost cried out for Mikaela to come back,
he was so lust-riddled. His skin felt tender even to his own fingers, and just
one single stroke over his stomach made him flutter with even more desire.
He looked longingly to the door and then to his cock. Mikaela wouldn’t mind
surely, if he were to say… touch himself a little bit, right?
Shuddering back an overbearing wave of need, he laid back on the bed and stared
up at the ceiling. The drunken fog made even the plain color above swirl into
something else. His body stole back his attention with a single tremble.
“Mika,” he moaned softly, knowing that he couldn’t be heard. “Mika, please
hurry. I need you.” His hand slipped down his body and he leisurely touched his
cock- just a simple squeeze here and there... until it wasn’t that anymore. He
was stroking himself.
Images of Mikaela sucking him off, touching him, fingering him and using his
tongue on him there filled Yuuichirou’s mind, fading in and out like a scripted
movie. He thumbed at the slit and yelped, jerking forward into a sitting
position as cum spilled over his hand.
He flopped back, closed his eyes, and hardly realized that he had made a grave
mistake. Before the two could do anything, Yuuichirou fell asleep.
—
Mikaela managed to get down the stairs without falling and make his way to the
kitchen, where he looked around confusedly.
Cabinet behind the... Lotion behind... suck you off... beautiful, Mika...
Mikaela’s face darkened. Yuuichirou’s words were a mess in his mind. He looked
around the kitchen with a dazed expression until he saw Shinoa come into focus.
“Oh, Mikaela-kouhai?” She raised an eyebrow. “You look... pretty red. Could it
be you are also engaging in something naughty!?” Mikaela squinted at her and
only just realized that she had Mitsuba sitting on the counter. Mitsuba’s
shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped and her shirt was riding up her torso.
Shinoa had one hand on Mitsuba’s stomach and the other on her thigh.
“S-Sorry for... interrupting,” Mikaela stammered. “Hey, do you know where the
lotion behind the cabinet is...?”
“Eh!?” Mitsuba blurted out, not even caring that Mikaela had walked in on her
half-undressed. It must’ve been the drunkenness; she seemed like the type to
get angry about that sort of thing normally. “You’re getting lotion? That
means-”
“So you’re the one Yuu-san is sleeping with this time,” Shinoa mused with a
smirk on her face. “Mikaela-kouhai, it’s in the bathroom, that’s upstairs.”
“Oh, right,” Mikaela nodded, then awkwardly trudged out. He climbed up the
stairs and got to the bathroom before he realized what Shinoa had said.
This time?
Mikaela stood in the bathroom, staring at his reflection with shattered eyes.
Yuuichirou must’ve gotten drunk and tried to sleep with others before. Hell, it
could be anyone in the group, with the exception of Mitsuba and Shinoa. Maybe
it was either of them before they were dating each other. Images of Yuuichirou
with others made him sick. His stomach churned and he whipped around, crouching
over the toilet just in time as he puked out whatever was in his stomach.
He gagged a few more times, then sat there, slumped over before he reached over
shakily and flushed the toilet. He rolled onto his butt and laid against the
wall, breathing heavily and staring at the bathroom door with bleary, teary
eyes.
They slipped down his cheeks as hot, heavy drops. Mikaela wasn’t special, after
all. Yuuichirou had others he slept with. Mikaela was just a temporary fuck,
nothing special.
All of Mikaela’s hopes crashed in the form of heartbreak. He stood up shakily
and left the lotion in the bathroom, then slowly dragged his feet to
Yuuichirou’s bedroom. He’d have to make up an excuse why he couldn’t continue
their activities.
He pushed open the door hesitantly. His throat was tight and he knew tears were
still sticky in his eyes, but he didn’t bother to wipe them away. Just as he
was about to say Yuuichirou’s name, he paused.
Yuuichirou was fast asleep, cum splattered on his stomach.
Part of Mikaela was disappointed, but he knew it was for the better. He
stumbled about until he found a tissue, then he stepped over and gently wiped
it off of him. After throwing the tissue away, Mikaela collapsed onto the
ground where Yuuichirou had set up his bed and knocked out almost immediately.
—
Come the morning, Yuuichirou woke up late, sticky and with the horrible
foreboding feeling of having done something extremely wrong. His fingers itched
with an unpleasantness he had not felt in a long time and when he looked down
to see Mikaela sleeping, it all came rushing back to him.
Against his chest his heart seemed to stop and his breath caught in his throat.
The headache that came from being hungover thumped against his skull and his
mouth felt gross. It was altogether horrible and he wished he hadn’t woke up at
all.
What a terrible thing he had done, hitting on Mikaela like that.
… But hadn’t Mikaela joined in…? No, surely not,Yuuichirou told himself. It had
to have been the alcohol. He knew Mikaela was fairly new to it, and Yuuichirou
knew the consequences of not being careful as a first-time drinker.
Gently massaging his head, Yuuichirou got out of bed, collected his clothes and
rushed to the bathroom to shower and ready himself for the day ahead. He could
only groan at the thought of what his friends would say to him… surely they
would mock him or berate him. 
Once he had showered and clothed himself, he slowly made his way downstairs to
see if Mikaela was up and sighed with relief when he saw that he was still
asleep. The one who was up, however, was Shinoa. She was grinning at him like a
maniac.
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Yuu-san,” she spoke while giggling, making
Yuuichirou narrow his eyes. “Doing what you did with poor Mika-kouhai last
night- did you treat his body well…?” She winked at him and Yuuichirou had the
courtesy to blush darkly.
“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” he huffed without really
thinking about it. “The only thing I remember about last night is four-eyes and
his terrible cooking, Yoichi whimpering at the film and you and Mitsuba rolling
all over each other… Mika was the only sane one at all last night.”
—
When Mikaela woke up, Yuuichirou was not in the room. He was glad; Yuuichirou
wouldn’t have to see the pain in Mikaela’s face not only from the hangover, but
from his own emotions.
Shinoa’s words repeated over and over in his head. He remembered crying and
throwing up in the toilet.
Most of all, he remembered kissing Yuuichirou in the way he’s only seen done in
movies. It was full of passion, of lust, of desire... something he’s felt for
Yuuichirou for months now, watching Yuuichirou from a distance, and now that he
got close enough, he got what he wanted.
He should feel elated that he got to kiss the crush of his dreams. Thinking
about it made him fluttery and his face warm.
But the fact that Shinoa said he had done that before, with others...
... Mikaela chewed his lip and rolled onto his side painfully.
By the time he willed himself onto his feet, he decided he needed water and
food. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and brushed his hair, but he
figured he could shower later. The room was steamy, as if someone was just in
there. He assumed Yuuichirou had just showered before Mikaela was up. He
treaded down the stairs, then was about to turn into the kitchen when he heard
Yuuichirou and Shinoa talking.
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Yuu-san,” Mikaela heard Shinoa saying.
“Doing what you did with poor Mika-kouhai last night- did you treat his body
well…?”
“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” Yuuichirou responded.
Mikaela’s heart stopped. “The only thing I remember about last night is four-
eyes and his terrible cooking, Yoichi whimpering at the film and you and
Mitsuba rolling all over each other… Mika was the only sane one at all last
night.”
Mikaela’s stomach balled up tightly at his words.
He didn’t remember a thing.
Mikaela’s grip on the railing tightened and he tried to swallow down the harsh
sting of tears. Maybe it was better that way. It would save Yuuichirou the
humiliation of making out with not only a guy, but his kouhai.
Before Mikaela could stop himself, he stepped into the kitchen and his eyes met
Yuuichirou’s.
He sure hoped he didn’t look as broken as he felt. Mikaela slapped on a fake
smile.
“Good morning, Yuu-senpai, Shinoa-senpai,” he greeted, then numbly stepped past
them to get to the fridge, where he pulled out a bottled water. He had no idea
what to say after hearing what he just heard. He was so, so nervous.
Yuuichirou froze in his tracks. Had Mikaela heard all of that? He had spoken so
harshly as well. His heart slowed to hard, painful thumps, and when he turned
to reply to Mikaela, he sniffed back his own almost-sob and spoke far too
rigidly, “G-Good morning, Mikaela… Mika, I-”
He didn’t manage to follow up. Perhaps, the luckiest thing to happen to him
that morning was the sudden feeling of his stomach rolling. Nausea rose up
within him and he ran out of the kitchen to the bathroom, leaving Mikaela alone
with Shinoa, who was staring at him. Mikaela held back the urge to run after
Yuuichirou and make sure he was alright.
“So,” she said, eyeing the blond up. “You look wrecked. Is little Yuu-san lying
to me? It sure feels like something happened between you two.” She tapped her
lips and spoke in a softer voice, though not unkindly. “Although, if he has
forgotten truly, I am so sorry, Mika-kouhai. I know the feeling.”
He sat there silently, at first, frozen with fear at Shinoa’s words. She knows
how I feel...? So that means, she also did this with Yuu-senpai, who
forgot...?A sickly feeling came over Mikaela.
She looked past him and towards the living room, where Mitsuba was bullying the
other two boys into helping her tidy up. Shinoa turned back to Mikaela and
sighed. “Mitsuba denied my very existence for the beginning of our
relationship.” Relief washed over him as he realized that, according to that
statement, she hadn’t almost slept with Yuuichirou.
It never occurred to Shinoa, who was known for her playful jokes, that Mikaela
had taken her as seriously as he had. Seeing his sad face, she never knew it
was due to her own words, but thought it had to be due to Yuuichirou’s
forgetfulness.
Still, her words from last night haunted his memory; who had Yuuichirou tried
to sleep with before? He looked at Mitsuba doubtfully, but Kimizuki and
Yoichi... either of them were possible. Mikaela looked down at the ground.
“We just kissed,” Mikaela replied after silence had gone on long enough. “We...
almost went further, but he fell asleep.”
“Typical cherry boy!” Shinoa exclaimed, which immediately conflicted with
Mikaela. He gave her a funny look and she smirked at him. “What is it? Are you
shocked that Yuu-san is still a virgin?”
“L-Last night, you said that he slept with others...” Mikaela trailed off, but
Shinoa let out a delighted giggle.
“Mika-kouhai!” She punched his shoulder playfully. Mikaela had only just
noticed she stopped using his full name, and he felt a little fuzzy inside,
glad that Yuuichirou's friends were warming up to him. “I was only messing with
you. I wanted to see you get all flustered and demand to know who, and I’d make
you think I had some sort of knowledge that I really don’t have, and I could
use it to make you do things for me.” Mikaela slowly looked more and more
disappointed. Well, forget that previous thought. 
“Right...” He said unsurely, narrowing his eyes at her. She flicked a lock of
hair over her shoulder proudly.
“It’s how I am, Mika-kouhai,” she grinned at him. “You’ll have to get used to
it.”Indeed I will,Mikaela added to himself.
—
Yuuichirou held onto the toilet and jerked whenever he felt the need to be sick
rise up. His eyes were watery and red and he had a desperate need for a drink
of water, but he would wait; he would have to.
His nails clawed along the edge as flashes of the previous night came back to
him over and over, assaulting his mind. This was ridiculous. How was he meant
to… he closed his eyes and forced his mind to consider a black, blank wall.
It worked for a moment. It worked long enough for him to stifle the nausea, sit
back up and then clean himself off.
By the time the visions came back, he was well on his way to seeing what the
delicious smell drifting through the house was; it smelled like Kimizuki was
making breakfast before he ran off with Yoichi- the typical way their mornings-
after went.
He got into the kitchen, remembering the way Mikaela kissed him and thinking
about how he had almost gotten Mikaela’s dick inside of him. The thought set a
blazing blush across his face just in time for him to meet everybody else, who
had all cooped up in the kitchen, awaiting breakfast.
For a moment, his eyes passed over Mikaela and he gave him a small smile.
As far as Mikaela knew, he had forgotten the whole night, and by the way
Mikaela was treating him (in a normal fashion), Yuuichirou guessed that his
‘forgetfulness’ was the best case scenario. After all, who couples together
after only hanging out for eight days?
Yes, feigning ignorance was the best case scenario here, he was sure of it.
Mikaela watched Yuuichirou closely, worry making him anxious and wary of
everything Yuuichirou did. He tensed and tilted his head.
“Yuu-senpai, are you okay...?” Mikaela asked gently. “You don’t look so
good...” He was briefly distracted as a plate of food was set down before him,
and he looked up to see Kimizuki, apron tied around his waist.
“Enjoy,” he said. “And idiot Yuu, I made your eggs with extra salt.”
Mikaela picked at his own food slowly. It was very good, but it wasn’t
Yuuichirou’s cooking. Not only that, but nerves still prickled at his stomach.
He kept glancing up at Yuuichirou, wondering what Yuuichirou was thinking. He
didn’t remember the kisses and Mikaela had no idea what to talk about. The
kisses were all he could think about.
Instead, he tuned in to Shinoa and Mitsuba’s conversation, which he quickly
regretted.
“’Oh, Kimizuki-’” Shinoa gasped dramatically. “Oh, wait, actually, if I’m gonna
be Yoichi-kun... ‘Oh, Shiho! Harder!’” Her voice went higher, and she expertly
ducked as Kimizuki whipped around and almost thwacked her with a carton of
orange juice.
“G-Guys,” Yoichi stammered, blushing to his ears and seemingly shrinking into
his shoulders. Mikaela blinked in shock. So not only were Shinoa and Mitsuba a
thing, but Kimizuki and Yoichi, too? Didn’t that make Yuuichirou the odd one
out? He looked over at Yuuichirou curiously.
Yuuichirou’s eyes widened a little when Mikaela didn’t linger on their
conversation, and he couldn’t help but think it was due to what happened last
night.
Mika never would have just- he paused, thinking he might have misjudged the
situation heavily the previous night. The thought that they had only really
been speaking for eight days hit him hard once again.
Perhaps his kindness is for Guren, and not for me?
Yuuichirou wouldn’t put it past his foster father to ask Mikaela to indulge in
a friendship with him; he always did listen to his friends better, and
honestly, if that was the case, it had worked. At the same time, he felt that
Mikaela didn’t have it in him to be so cunning.
Their friendship was real, but perhaps the feelings Yuuichirou had developed
were only things that had happened on his part.
Yuuichirou sighed, picked up his plate and began to pick at his food. “I’m
fine,” he said thrusting his way into the general conversation. “But I might
die- how much salt did you put in here, you useless four-eyed bastard? Do you
want me to seize up and die?”
Without much heat to it, he glared at Kimizuki, who snorted at him and waved
him off.
Mikaela smiled a bit, then continued to eat until it was gone. He then excused
himself to go take a shower.
He tried not to think a lot. He really, really did, but it was hard. He kept
remembering how amazing it felt to kiss Yuuichirou. He couldn’t forget what
Yuuichirou told him, even if it was in a drunken haze... being called
beautiful, being told that his feelings became mutual as soon as they formally
met...
It made Mikaela’s heart warm with joy.
That was, until, he had to remember that- oh, right, Yuu-senpai doesn’t
remember a thing.
Mikaela bitterly ended his shower and dried off himself, and once he was
dressed, he returned to Yuuichirou’s room and gathered up his things. He wasn’t
sure how long he was allowed to stay for, but he knew he’d have to head home
eventually. It wasn’t like Krul would be worried about him, but he didn’t want
to intrude for too long.
Especially when Mikaela couldn’t get ahold of himself around Yuuichirou all
over again. He finally got this close, and now he felt like they took a few
steps back. Not that Yuuichirou knew this; he may as well never know. Mikaela
bit down on his lip as he thought, seated on Yuuichirou’s bed in his room.
He’d just never say it. Maybe, just maybe, he could hint at it and see if
Yuuichirou remembered anything on his own. But he couldn’t bring it up bluntly.
That just wouldn’t work well.
Mikaela was spacing out, staring out the window in Yuuichirou’s room, not
noticing as time ticked by.
Yuuichirou was tidying up what was left of the party. Mikaela had oddly
disappeared and he finally sent the rest of his friends off. He looked around
the room and dropped his head with a sigh, knowing he should seek Mikaela out.
He wasn’t going to bring up last night; that much he had ascertained. But at
the same time, he had to know where they stood. Did Mikaela hate him now? Had
he come on too strong? He couldn’t ask, not without taking back his own words,
and should he do that, then… what was to make Mikaela trust him?
Ah, he hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it appeared he had buried himself
into quite the mess. This was exactly why love-at-first-sight romances don’t
work. Things go wrong. They get colorful and people get hurt.
Putting away the cleaning supplies, he heard Mikaela inside of his room. He
smiled softly as he made his way in there and said, “Mika, you’ve been in here
a while. Are you okay? Would you like some lunch- uh, dinner, uh… what time is
it anyway?”
He spoke casually, trying to gauge what sort of situation he had layered
himself in.
After all, last night he and Mikaela almost had sex, and this morning he denied
remembering a thing. Now, Mikaela was treating him with distance… something
somewhere had gone wrong. Yuuichirou had to be careful to find out.
Mikaela stuttered at his question. His heart raced to see Yuuichirou, but he
was nervous all at the same time.
“I don’t want to be in your way, Yuu-senpai...” Mikaela said softly. “Plus, we
only ate breakfast a little while ago. I’m alright.” He smiled a little, but he
found it difficult. He ached so badly to kiss Yuuichirou again. And it killed
him to know that such a deep, tender moment for Mikaela was forgotten by
Yuuichirou.
Something so important...
Mikaela turned away, praying he didn’t look too sad. “Ah, I wouldn’t want you
to have to feed me two days in a row,” Mikaela continued. “I’m coming over
tomorrow to tutor, after all. N-Not that I have to stay for dinner, but I
wouldn’t want you take up too much of your time...”
Oh god, what am I saying?Mikaela thought dreadfully. He was struggling to think
of anything to say or do when all he could think of was Yuuichirou’s flushed
face, his promises to suck Mikaela off, his needy grabs and lustful eyes...
Like this, Mikaela was in danger.
He wanted to kiss Yuuichirou again so badly that he almost blurted it out. Yet,
Mikaela wasn’t the only one getting a little hurt.
Yuuichirou could see it in his eyes that Mikaela remembered the previous night
and was trying not to bring it up. He desperately wanted to apologize and set
the record straight, but he held back.
It wouldn’t do to admit the truth when he had given Mikaela such an easy out.
Such an easy…Yuuichirou looked away and grit his teeth together.
“Yeah, tutoring.” He forced his gaze back onto Mikaela and said, “look, if you
don’t mind, can we skip this week? I know Guren asked you to tutor me, and as
my guardian, he is doing right thing, but I think I need a break this week.”
He needed to collect his thoughts together and there was no way for him to
study with Mikaela so close to him; just how he had fallen so deeply in such a
short space of time?
It felt like destiny, but the twisted kind, where it happens only to drag them
down.
“Maybe the Monday after that you can collect me after class and we can go to…
the l-library.” He forced himself to speak, since he’d rather have Mikaela come
to his home or they go to Mikaela’s.
But he knew he had to calm down now. He couldn’t let what happened the previous
night ruin their budding friendship. He just couldn’t.
Mikaela forced his eyes away from Yuuichirou’s lips, licking his own nervously
and shifting from foot to foot.
“You do have your test Monday, so...” Mikaela nodded quickly. “I understand.
You will only just be beginning to move onto the next unit. I should give you a
chance to take notes and learn before re-teaching you, right?” Mikaela smiled
quickly, but there was an uneasy air around them. They needed space for another
reason, but Mikaela almost thought Yuuichirou looked...
... guilty.
As if he was blaming himself for what happened. But he didn’t remember...
right?Mikaela’s heart halted for a second.
"Right," Yuuichirou smiled awkwardly, then quickly dropped it and watched as
Mikaela hesitated.
There’s no way he’d lie about that, would he? Mikaela swallowed tensely, but
before he could think further, he crouched down and gathered his bags.
“I’ll get going then, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela said, then bowed. “Thank you so much
for having me over. It was really fun, and please try and study tonight for
your test tomorrow!” He may have sounded a little rushed, but he was nervous
and strangely sad.
"Ah, no promises," Yuuichirou rubbed at the back of his head. "But I'll try.
Thanks for coming, Mika." Without much else said, Mikaela made his way
downstairs and waved before Yuuichirou shut the door behind him. He turned and
made his way back to his own house with heavy, slow steps.
What had happened felt... oddly like some sort of one-night stand, without any
sex. He wanted something much more with Yuuichirou.
Maybe sometime, he could find the courage to tell him this. For now, Mikaela
understood and respected the truth.
They needed space from each other.
Chapter End Notes
     A collaboration of sweet MikaYuu goodness from a couple of nerdy
     role-players, better known by our Tumblrs (if Criostail would ever
     stop remaking hers):
     Vixenfur is Mikaela_(rp_blog)
     Kind_Criostail is Yuuichirou_(personal_blog)
***** ‘How to Ruin Your Life in Eight Days,’ an Autobiography by Yuuichirou
Amane *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuuichirou gets a little jealous, but then they go to get ice cream-
     this time, it's not so awkward- and then have a heart-to-heart talk
     on the walk back home.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“‘How to Ruin Your Life in Eight Days,’ an autobiography by Yuuichirou Amane,
subtitled, ‘My Life Sucks’… Don’t you think it would make a great title?” He
said, watching the clock as it seemingly ticked slower than usual towards the
end of the lesson.
Savagely amused by Yuuichirou’s stropping, Shinoa just patted him on the back
with mock sympathy.
“Mah-mah, Yuu-san,” she said. “It’s only been a week since you almost popped
your cherry and failed. Time heals all wounds.” She giggled when Yuuichirou
whirled around and growled at her. Guren coughed at the front and Yuuichirou
cursed softly, then sat quietly until Guren continued teaching.
“It’s not that,” Yuuichirou hushed back. “It’s just- eight days, Shinoa. I
tried to sleep with somebody I’d only known for eight days and then I told him
we needed to spend a week apart. What kind of love-sick…” She gave him a
warning look, knowing what he might say, and he finished off dejectedly, “…
person does that?”
He dropped his head onto his desk and closed his eyes. In a whisper only Shinoa
and those closer to him could overhear, he said, “and today is the first time
I’m seeing him after the whole fiasco. God, I hope he doesn’t hate me now.”
That would just be too cruel. He wished he could make it all up to Mikaela,
but… that would mean admitting to his lengthened out lie and making Mikaela
lose all potential future trust in him. Yuuichirou groaned and slammed his head
on the desk, which prompted Guren to tell him off at the same time the bell
rang.
At this point, he had accepted that he had dug a grave and was happily ready to
go die in it. He made his way to the library, more nervous to see Mikaela than
ever before.
—
Instead of waiting outside of Yuuichirou’s classroom, Mikaela was in the
library.
Well, in actuality, he was outside of Yuuichirou’s classroom. His own class was
only one floor below, after all. As soon as the bell rang, he was out of his
class and standing before the doors of Yuuichirou’s classroom. He then saw the
kids begin filing out and he darted away nervously, deciding to just meet him
in the library, like they’d planned.
It was increasingly harder to watch Yuuichirou from a distance, like he always
used to. It seemed that Yuuichirou noticed him much more now. As soon as
Mikaela lifted his eyes, they locked with Yuuichirou’s and they both had to
look away and pretend they weren’t staring at each other.
Mikaela’s stomach churned with anxiety and he rushed into the library, then sat
at one of the desks and frantically organized his notebooks. He kept glancing
over his shoulder, expecting Yuuichirou any moment now.
“Yo, Mika-kun,” a voice came from behind, and his heart leapt, assuming it was
Yuuichirou for only a split second. He turned and saw his classmate, Lacus,
waving at him.
“Hey...” Mikaela trailed off.
“Don’t look so disappointed!” Lacus scoffed and came next to him, leaning on
the big table that Mikaela sat at. “Do you hate being classmates that much,
Mika-kun?”
“I suppose not,” Mikaela said lightly, then snuck a sly smile at Lacus. They
both laughed a moment later. Mikaela didn’t have many friends, but Lacus and
Rene were kind to him. Krul liked having them over at their house and feeding
them lots of food, so they had become pretty good friends over the past school
year.
Yuuichirou stepped into the library and was greeted with the sight of Mikaela’s
laughter. After his initial heart-thud and breathless staring, he watched
Mikaela’s interactions with his friends and he couldn’t help how he felt. The
jealously flared up inside of him, twisting and relentless. There was no need
for it, and yet there he was, trembling to himself.
Mikaela thought he caught someone in the corner of his eye, and sure enough,
Yuuichirou was standing there, shoulders stiff and eyes wide.
“H-Hey, Mika.” Well, that might have given it away, Yuuichirou thought after he
stammered. “If you’re busy, we don’t have to study today.” Although, he really
did. The test he had suffered through this week was nothing in comparison to
the one coming up.
He had to be thankful for something, however.
He’d passed the test on the reproductive systems with flying colors. As much as
he wanted to be giddy about it, feeling guilty about how he’d treated Mikaela
made it too hard. If only he and Mikaela could snatch back that paradise they
had built up over eight days.
Yuuichirou frowned without meaning to. His thoughts were stuck on how paradise
was often an illusion, and considering what happened at the party… he had to
agree. Still, he couldn’t help but walk forward selfishly.
“But I need you,” Yuuichirou said, shooting a harsh look at the purple-haired
boy next to Mikaela. “So if your friends can give you up, I’d like that.”
The way he spoke brought out a blush on his cheeks. Mikaela’s friends noticed
easily.
Mikaela’s mouth dropped a little bit at Yuuichirou’s actions. His heart was
pounding, not just from the feeling of actually being with Yuuichirou for the
first time in a week, but also from how he acted.
He’s acting like a jealous... Mikaela gulped. A jealous boyfriend. A protective
one at that...
“Ah, um...” Mikaela blinked wide-eyed at Yuuichirou. “I’m not busy. I planned
to study with you so I wouldn’t have made other plans.” He noticed the look
Yuuichirou was giving Lacus and he tensed up. “L-Lacus was just saying hello.”
“Yeah,” Lacus raised an eyebrow and Rene had joined his side at this point.
Mikaela nodded his head at him in acknowledgement, since he didn’t see Rene
earlier. “We’ll, uh, get going now. See you later, Mika-kun!” Lacus flashed him
a smile. Rene nodded, then followed Lacus out of the library.
Mikaela looked over to Yuuichirou again, smiling sheepishly.
“Take a seat, if you’d like,” Mikaela gestured to the seat next to his.
“Unless... well, you said you didn’t need to study today, so if you’ve got
other plans, I can always leave you be...” Mikaela trailed off nervously, then
looked up quickly. “Ah, wait, if you plan on leaving, could you tell me how the
test went, before you go?”
Yuuichirou was embarrassed. He was wholly, completely and utterly embarrassed.
Of course they were only saying hello. They were fresh out of class after all,
and it was only natural. What the hell am I playing at, Yuuichirou thought with
a steaming face. Why did I blurt out something so… so…
He shuddered and realized quickly that might make Mikaela presume things.
“I don’t need to study- but I want to hang out,” he replied quickly. The rate
in which the words left his mouth were far to fast and far too etched with
need. His feelings were getting desperate, spurting out at the most inopportune
times.
“We should go-” He stopped. It would seem odd to go to his home, weird to
invite himself to Mikaela’s, and he didn’t really want to stay within the
school. His mind flashed back to the ice cream shop and he smiled. “Let’s go
get ice cream.”
Perhaps it would be like their first meeting, but with far more grace and
elegance than he had shown the first time around.
Mikaela blinked up at Yuuichirou, momentarily speechless before he nodded and
shuffled his things into his bag.
“Sure, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela said as he pushed his chair back in and slung his
bag over his shoulder. “Except... I am supposed to be tutoring you.” He looked
apologetically at Yuuichirou. “I don’t want Guren-sensei to get mad. So we
should at least look over something for a little bit?” He settled next to
Yuuichirou as they left the school and were on their way to the shop.
It was nostalgic, walking the same way they did the first time they went. Not
that it had been a long time since they went this way, but for Mikaela, it was
such an exciting day. He was finally with his Senpai for the first time, and
now they were going back to the same place. He hoped it would have less bloody
noses and less spilled ice cream, but he hoped that Yuuichirou was still just
as adorable as he’s always been.
“Ah, and the test,” Mikaela suddenly remembered, since Yuuichirou seemed to
avoid his question before. “How did that go?”
Yuuichirou truly had hoped Mikaela wouldn’t have asked. “I passed… I guess I
should thank you for that. Or Guren should-” He grinned suddenly. “I’ll make
him buy you a gift.”
Falling into step beside Mikaela, he stood perhaps a little closer than
strictly necessary, but he longed for the intimacy of that night. He felt like
it was owed to him, and yet… he didn’t dare to bring it up with Mikaela.
“H-He-” Mikaela stammered. “He doesn’t have to! It’s fine, I... thank you...”
He ducked his head away nervously, feeling flustered that Yuuichirou felt the
need to reward Mikaela for tutoring. “But I’m really glad you passed the test!
We can keep this up with the method I’ve been using, then...” Mikaela trailed
off as they approached the shop. No mishaps had occurred on the way this time,
and both of them were thankful for that. They got some looks as they stepped
inside that suggested the staff didn’t forget their episode from a while back,
but Mikaela did his best to ignore them. Yuuichirou snorted at them and shook
his head. How stupid, he thought.
“Come on, Mika,” Yuuichirou said. Without thinking, he took Mikaela’s hand and
dragged him to the counter.
The spike in heart rate Mikaela felt was enough to make him almost speechless
for a second. Yuuichirou holding his hand like that was shocking and he flushed
quickly.
“I want-” When Yuuichirou’s hand became clammy, he realized that he was…
holding Mikaela’s hand, like they were a couple. He quickly stole his hand
back. His heart pattered furiously against his chest. “S-Sorry…”
Mikaela stiffened and looked at the menu. “It’s alright,” he said softly. “What
were you thinking of ordering?” He glanced over at Yuuichirou, cheeks still
burning red. He couldn’t contain himself. It was the first time he touched
Yuuichirou in some time and he really, really loved it, just as much as the
first time they shook hands.
He wanted to kiss Yuuichirou even more than before, and he had to bite down on
his lip to try and stop his thoughts from spiraling out of control.
Yuuichirou shrugged, still feeling slightly nervous about his actions. His eyes
flickered over to Mikaela’s cheeks and swept across his face, refusing to see
his eyes. Looking behind Mikaela, he watched a table of girls giving them
glances and he sighed, turning back to face the front.
“I guess, whatever is the special?”
Turning his head to the menu, he gave it a once over and hummed, scrunching up
his features; what did he fancy? Mikaela’s name immediately popped up into his
mind and his cheeks burned. Mikaela was searching the menu for the special,
attempting to distract himself from his quickly escalating thoughts when
suddenly, Yuuichirou spoke up again.
“I want the butterscotch-vanilla triple scoop,” Yuuichirou said quickly. It was
the first thing his eyes set on to cover up his embarrassed reaction to
thinking about Mikaela.
Just thinking about Mikaela made his chest flutter.
Mikaela stopped searching and gave him a bit of a funny look, then turned his
eyes back to the menu distractedly. He couldn’t look at Yuuichirou long before
his heart decided to pound out of control again.
“Is it just me or is it really hot in here?” Yuuichirou laughed nervously.
“Considering we’re in a damned ice-cream shop.” He shot the staff a look as
though it was their fault and then straightened up and huffed. The staff didn’t
react. They only stared at Yuuichirou, likely wondering, ‘Who the hell is this
haughty little kid?’
“It’s... a bit hot, yes,” Mikaela said shyly. “B-But it’s hot outside, anyways,
summer’s around the corner... So it might just be from the outdoors. Ice cream
will do the cooling-down.”
Mikaela then ordered their desserts and made sure he was extra polite to the
staff, for they had not only caused them trouble in the past, but Yuuichirou’s
comments weren’t really helping their situation.
By the time they had the ice cream, they were sitting down at the same table as
before, and Mikaela was still slightly flustered, remembering all of the
commotion they caused last time. He peeked up at Yuuichirou, hoping he could
enjoy his food this time without dropping it everywhere. Mikaela noticed
Yuuichirou zoning out, so he busied himself, eating his ice cream in a somewhat
awkward silence.
Still, this was definitely a lot less embarrassing than the first time they had
been here. Only, it was also a lot more stressful, for both of them, but mostly
Yuuichirou. The memory of holding Mikaela’s hand not ten minutes ago gave way
to visions of them touching, kissing– almost continuing and…
Yuuichirou shuddered. His cheeks darkened and he sighed, thinking of how he
wanted to talk to Mikaela about it. He needed to clear up the mess he had made,
but the idea of pulling the hay out of the needle stack was daunting. Who knew
what else would fall free?
He could lose Mikaela’s friendship. His friends loved Mikaela, they’d destroy
him if he wrecked his poor Kohai in any way. Guren would have to find him
another tutor, and that brought on far too many problems than he wanted to
count.
One: He really liked Mikaela and didn’t want to lose him.
Two: He really, really liked Mikaela and would be heartbroken to see him go.
And finally, problems three, four, and five: Guren would yell, maim and kill
him.
Mikaela was a golden child among the teachers. He was studious, well mannered
and perfect– that’s what Guren said when Yuuichirou asked why he chose Mikaela
for a tutor.
Shaking his head, he bit down on his ice cream too fast and swallowed it even
faster. The freeze that seized his brain made him yelp and make the most
hilarious contorted expression. “–Damn it!”
Well, that wasn’t nearly as bad as spilling it all over, but Mikaela still gave
a nervous look to the customers who had flinched at his outburst.
“Yuu-senpai...” Mikaela leaned forward gently and looked at Yuuichirou, concern
in his gaze. “You should eat your ice cream slower, you know..."
Mikaela smiled a bit and sat back, continuing to lap at his ice cream. It was
simple- vanilla, with a hard chocolate shell around the upper half of it. He
gently bit at the chocolate, skillfully pulling off shards of it between his
teeth. He had chocolate smudged at the corner of his mouth, so his tongue
darted out to lick it clean.
Mikaela was completely oblivious to the careful ways he was eating. To him, it
was normal- he hated to make a huge mess. However, if someone were to be
staring at him carefully, they might find the movements of his tongue and
manner of eating the ice cream a bit alluring, even... lewd. The way he was
able to manage such intricate movements with his tongue suggested he was
talented at… other things.
Mikaela then looked up at Yuuichirou, noticing him staring. “Is something
wrong, Yuu-senpai?” He asked timidly, a flush blooming onto his cheeks. To have
his crush stare at him like that was, to say the least, reminiscent of that
night.
“N-Nothing,” Yuuichirou replied sternly, his tone solid. Although the stutter
gave away that it was far more than nothing, and from the way his cheeks
highlighted all the way up to the tips of his ears… “I just- you’re eating is,
I mean…”
Quickly staring down at the table, he eyed up a small spot where his own ice
cream had dripped and pursed his lips together.
What Mikaela had looked like eating had been– it was… he shuddered; it was
erotic, and to know Mikaela was not doing it on purpose both broke his heart
and gave him a serious fantasy for the moment he got home and into his bed.
His trousers felt tight just imagining that attentive, long tongue swiping
around his c–!
He shook his head again and busied his mouth by eating his ice-cream. When some
of it dribbled down the corner of his mouth, he looked up to see Mikaela.
Acting accidentally erotic, he gestured to Mikaela. Mikaela was momentarily
paralyzed at Yuuichirou’s display. His face, slightly pink, with rounded green
eyes and a dab of white at the corner of his mouth...
“I need you… to pass me a napkin, please,” Yuuichirou said softly.
Mikaela was almost certain he’d get hard right then and there, but Yuuichirou’s
words were enough to snap him out of it. Yuuichirou had no intention of
exaggerating the first sentence, but it happened, so he quickly wiped his mouth
along the arm of his sleeve.
“Actually, don’t worry,” Yuuichirou murmured, now embarrassed. “It doesn’t
matter.”
Mikaela cleared his throat softly, continuing to shyly eat at his ice cream.
It seemed they were lucky that afternoon, for no more incidents occurred and
they left the ice cream shop without a ruckus. Maybe the next time they went
there, the employees wouldn’t give them such harsh looks.
Mikaela scratched the back of his head and looked a Yuuichirou nervously.
“So, uh... I know you said you didn’t have to study today, but we can...”
Mikaela offered. “Or, if you want to just come hang out, that’s okay too. I-I’m
free this evening so... you’re welcome, Yuu-senpai.” He smiled genuinely at
Yuuichirou, heart fluttering excitedly.
It reminded him of the first time they spoke, and that made Mikaela all the
more cheerful.
Yuuichirou almost accepted Mikaela’s offer, but he quickly shook his head. “I
can’t tonight. I promised Guren I’d eat with him– if he’s even home.”
“Ah, no, it’s okay, I understand,” Mikaela smiled quickly. He realized that he
wouldn’t exactly know what to do if Yuuichirou accepted, so a small part of him
was glad that Yuuichirou denied the offer.
Yuuichirou shrugged, and for a moment, the uneasiness he felt from the party
melted away in order to give way to irritation. “You remember the teacher who
hired you, that Guren- is he even paying you?” Mikaela opened his mouth to
respond, but he was cut off by Yuuichirou shaking his head. “Nevermind, I told
you about Guren being my father, right? Well, he is only a teacher, but he’s
never in, I can only imagine what he gets up to, and usually, he's out with
Shinya- his partner. Did I tell you? I think I did.” He perked up, idly
slurping at his ice cream.
“You told me, yeah,” Mikaela smiled. “I wouldn’t have guessed, but I saw them
talk in the hallways and it was obvious to me then.” He crunched at the edge of
his ice-cream cone.
Now that Yuuichirou thought about it… the two had met one another, cozied up
pretty fast, and then almost had sex together during the party- yet they hardly
knew a thing about each other. No wonder the night ended up in such a
disastrous way.
“Hey,” Yuuichirou said after a moment, focusing on Mikaela. Mikaela looked up.
“Tell me about your family. I just realized I know next to nothing about you
aside from that you’re smart, have really bright eyes and super fluffy hair.”
He laughed until he realized how flirtatious he sounded, then turned his head
away, embarrassed.
Mikaela’s cheeks blazed red and he looked down quickly. Both of them sat in
silence for a second, hearts beating quickly before Mikaela spoke up.
“Ah, it’s just... Krul and I,” Mikaela said gently. “She adopted me when I was
twelve. My parents both died in a car crash.” He held back on telling
Yuuichirou the rest unless he also wanted to share something. He didn’t want to
scare Yuuichirou off with his incredibly tragic childhood right after they
seemed to be getting along again. “How about you, Yuu-senpai...?”
Mikaela looked up shyly at Yuuichirou. Of course, as the spying underclassman,
Mikaela wanted to know little details about Yuuichirou and he clung to whatever
he saw from a distance. He had already picked up on the kind of juice
Yuuichirou always got from the vending machines, the places where he and his
friends met up, and even the place where Yuuichirou pet a stray cat every day.
He knew these things, but he didn’t know anything really important about
Yuuichirou just yet. He leaned forward eagerly.
Yuuichirou watched his feet as he walked. So, Mikaela is an orphan as well? He
kept a well trained smile on his face and, since he was not one to hide
himself, he replied, “Guren adopted me when I was eight.”
Yuuichirou looked at the ground. “Nothing happened before that. Or rather… I
don’t know what happened before that.”
Slowly returning his gaze back to catch Mikaela’s, he shrugged. The uneasiness
of their mistakes might have dulled, but the atmosphere had been replaced by
something else, something darker. “Guren told me it was better that I didn’t
know what happened before he came along, so I never looked into it until last
year.” He was silent for a second. “I still don’t remember it, but I found out
from a hospital… I followed a lead to that-,” Yuuichirou blinked and his eyes
were wet. His smile widened and it was lacking in any warmth.
“Damn it, I look weird, don’t I...” Yuuichirou wiped his eyes along his sleeve.
Mikaela’s heart sped up in fear and concern as Yuuichirou suddenly teared up,
and he almost reached out to comfort him, but he held back, simply stepping a
little closer so that their shoulders brushed.
“Yuu-senpai...” Mikaela said softly, unsure if he should put his hand
somewhere. Maybe he’d put it on Yuuichirou’s shoulder later, but right now, he
just stuffed it into his pocket. “You... don’t have to continue, if you’re not
comfortable...”
He felt bad; he didn’t want to reduce Yuuichirou to tears, especially outside
of their neighborhood. But if Yuuichirou wanted to continue, Mikaela wouldn’t
stop him.
Yuuichirou looked, wary of others around before he continued. The wetness in
his eyes dried and he gave a side-glance to Mikaela before pursing his lips
together.
Was it really alright to tell Mikaela, even after that night? Even after how
awkward and personal Yuuichirou made him feel- not to mention how, to save
face, Yuuichirou claimed to have forgotten it all– was it still okay to spill
his innermost feelings? He didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“The hospital told me that when I was eight, there was an accident. It’s
actually more likely that… my parents tried to make it look like an accident. I
was covered in bruises- they told me it was probably from being shoved down the
stairs.” He was glad not to remember such horrors.
“They also told me when I was eight… my parents tried to kill me, and they even
left a note asking for forgiveness,”  Yuuichirou continued on. “It said that
they didn’t mean to give birth to a demon, so they ended their own lives. Their
graves are at the cemetery, but I never go see them. They’re not my family
after all.”
He felt hesitant to say anything else. He was not the type to seek out pity.
“But as for anything else, well… I couldn’t find out because Guren appeared and
put a stop to it. All I know is my life started when I was eight years old and
Guren and Shinya are the only family I’ve ever known.”
As they walked down the street, the evening sun warm on their chests, Mikaela
listened to Yuuichirou’s words and swallowed heavily, eyes glued to
Yuuichirou’s profile as he spoke. Mikaela was locked onto the flutter of his
black eyelashes, how they were highlighted golden with sunlight... he was
mesmerized by the way Yuuichirou tucked some hair behind his ear, then tilted
his head slightly when something sensitive was said.
His heart beat heavily from Yuuichirou’s beauty, his tragedy, and his raw
emotions displayed openly for Mikaela to see.
Mikaela’s throat was tight. He felt blessed to see someone so beautiful speak
so truthfully to him. Yuuichirou had been through the unspeakable, and yet, he
was always so lively around his friends. He loved them more than life, and
Mikaela could tell that Yuuichirou would do anything for them.
He was in awe that, despite the trauma, Yuuichirou was strong enough to love
others. How he wished to alter the past and make Yuuichirou’s childhood bubbly
and colorful, as it should be; he hated to romanticize what Yuuichirou had been
through. In no way was that trauma necessary to build Yuuichirou’s character.
It was unfortunate and horrible, and Mikaela felt all sorts of emotions turning
inside of him.
He was proud of Yuuichirou for getting through something so terrible, and he
was mad that Yuuichirou had to go through that in the first place. He was
grateful to Guren and Shinya and Yuuichirou’s friends.
“Yuu-senpai...” Mikaela finally spoke, his voice wavering slightly. He
swallowed down any tears that might’ve collected in his eyes. “You’re... really
amazing. I just... wanted to tell you that.” He flushed a bit and looked away.
He was genuine, but he didn’t want to make things too awkward.
Yuuichirou's heart thudded painfully hard in his chest. The way Mikaela spoke
sounded so attentive that he almost forgot that it was Mikaela who denied their
potential relationship. He might have said it without words, but it had been
clear from the awkwardness the morning after the party, and besides, having
only known each other as long as they did...
He shook his head and swallowed. "I-It's not that-" he fell silent, not knowing
what to say. His eyes went downcast and he allowed Mikaela to lead their walk.
It was after a few moments of unspoken silence that Yuuichirou perked up and
rolled his lips together. "What about you? Tell me more about yourself?"
Mikaela blinked thoughtfully at Yuuichirou, then sighed a little. He didn’t
want to bring the mood down again, but he would make it quick and short.
“Ah, well…” Mikaela looked over at him. “We’re similar in a lot of ways. When I
was young… a lot of things happened I’ve blocked from my memory. But all I can
say is they… my parents, they thought I was something necessary for religious
sacrifice. They… did a lot of ceremonies that were unpleasant for me, to say
the least.”
Mikaela sighed a bit, eyes languidly following a butterfly that crossed their
path. He put his hands in his pockets and glanced at Yuuichirou, then
continued.
“One day, we were driving and we… it’s all a blur, to be honest, but they threw
me out of the car as it was moving and only minutes later, they crashed in an
explosion of fire and both died in the accident. I was only eight, I don’t
really know what on earth happened or why, but… in seconds, I was an orphan.”
Mikaela turned to Yuuichirou then.
“I was at the orphanage until I was twelve, then I was adopted by Krul. I
didn’t trust her at all at first, but now I’ve grown to respect her. She means
good and she’s raised me well… so I thank her for that.” Mikaela hoped that
leaving off on a more positive note kept the conversation sincere rather than
depressing.
For a moment everything left Yuuichirou: their strange night together and the
following awkwardness. None of it mattered after hearing what Mikaela had just
said. His heart no longer beat rapidly against his chest. Instead, it felt
ready to burst out. His lungs felt full and breathing was hard. Before he could
stop himself, he wrapped his arms around Mikaela and tugged him into his
embrace.
Mikaela’s breath was momentarily taken from him at the feeling of Yuuichirou
hugging him.
After time away, hardly even meeting each other’s eyes, let alone touching in
any way… having his arms literally full of Yuuichirou was shocking and
overwhelming in the best way possible.
Mikaela’s throat went dry for a second and he couldn’t find it in himself to
move his arms. He was paralyzed and his heart kicked into overdrive. His eyes
were wide and his mouth cracked open, as if to say something, but he couldn’t
find words to say. He smelled Yuuichirou’s hair and he was hyper-aware of every
movement Yuuichirou made, as if the moment was in slow-motion.
It really was like a dream come true for Mikaela.
Burying his head into Mikaela's shoulder, Yuuichirou could feel his breath
rebounding on his own lips, off of Mikaela's neck and he almost, almost kissed
the skin. Stopping himself with his lips just on the edge, he pursed them
together instead and just tightened his hold. Silence reigned for a good long
moment.
When Yuuichirou stepped back, ready with words, he took a small breath in.
“Our pasts are tragic,” Yuuichirou said, “but they do not define our present."
He suddenly smiled. "I missed hanging out with you, Mika."
Mikaela felt his cheeks blaze red and he itched to hug Yuuichirou again. His
arms felt empty as soon as Yuuichirou stepped back, and Mikaela wasn’t sure
what to do with his hands anymore. He shoved them in his pockets and ducked his
head down, then shyly smiled and managed to look back at Yuuichirou.
“Thank you… Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela said softly, then slowly took a step forward
to continue walking towards their neighborhood. “I agree with what you said… we
can make our own families now, with friends and the like.” He smiled a little
more and in his mind, briefly thought of Yuuichirou as his family… it sounded
right. Not in the brotherly way, more in the…
… couple way?
Mikaela blushed at this and turned away, hoping Yuuichirou didn’t quite notice
his embarrassment.
Yuuichirou also blushed at that. The idea of having a family with Mikaela was
so much... more than he could handle. The tips of his ears were beginning to
burn. "Y-Yeah..."
Mikaela’s heart warmed and he turned to Yuuichirou again. “Well, finals are
coming up so… good luck, Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela said, smile widening. “Do your
best!”
Yuuichirou's hand immediately flew to the back of his head and he made a show
of laughing. "Easy as can be with your teaching!”
At that moment, they reached the corner of Yuuichirou’s street. It was a good
thing; Yuuichirou was almost going to do something completely stupid (like ask
Mikaela inside, or even… kiss Mikaela goodbye). Before he could, the door to
his home slammed open and the once-in-a-blue-moon presence of Guren startled
him.
"It's about time you're home, brat,” Guren snapped, making Mikaela jump with
the spontaneity of his appearance. “Get inside now before I lock you out!"
Not wanting to know what Guren was so angry about, Yuuichirou's single-track
mind moved on and he skipped over to his house, waving a hand in Mikaela's
direction.
"Sorry Mika, gotta go before his Royal stick-in-the-mud gets his panties in a
twist!" Mikaela watched as he skidded away and he waved, laughing slightly.
By the time he finished speaking, Yuuichirou made it back to the front door and
Guren thwacked him around the back of his head. Yuuichirou complained and
shuffled inside sorely. Mikaela lingered, watching dreamily as Yuuichirou
disappeared into the house. When he looked up, he gulped at the glare Guren was
sending him.
“You too, kid!” Guren barked. “Get home before you get mugged or something!"
“Y-Yes sir!” Mikaela nodded stiffly and turned around instantly. Father Guren
was a lot different than… teacher Guren, that much was for sure.
Mikaela let out a little sigh and headed home, deciding he’d study hard for
finals and try not to think so much of his Senpai.
Key word: try.
Chapter End Notes
     A collaboration of sweet MikaYuu goodness from a couple of nerdy
     role-players, better known by our Tumblrs (if Criostail would ever
     stop remaking hers):
     Vixenfur is Mikaela_(rp_blog)
     Kind_Criostail is Yuuichirou_(personal_blog)
***** Man, if it's That Painful, You Need to Watch What You Eat *****
Chapter Summary
     The boys decide to go on a date together- an actual date, just the
     two of them, at a bowling alley. The events that follow lead to some
     real talk and quite a few heart-pounding moments.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Finals, Yuuichirou decided, were the root of all evil.
Despite this, he thought he did pretty well on them. Mikaela's teachings had
been effective. He was sure he had passed all of the important topics, if not
all of them. In fact, he was so giddy to tell Mikaela about them that it
slipped his mind he… really hadn’t talked to Mikaela since finals began. Not
that he had a chance to, anyways.
As soon as he thought of Mikaela, his chest went tight and his mind exploded
with the memories of their heart-to-heart. In his room, he nibbled on his lower
lip while sinking in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. His feet felt
unsteady on the floor and the giddiness from talking to Mikaela as a friend
rather than a tutor made him anxious.
… They were friends now, right?
The party would forever stand as a constant reminder that he wanted more than
friendship, but for the time being, everything had mellowed out, right? The
last time he spoke to Mikaela, it was through text. Exams made him far too
busy, and he really missed face to face talks...
Pulling out his phone, he typed a message.
Me: Hey, exams are over. Wanna celebrate?
And after a moment’s hesitation, he sent it to Mikaela.
His response came relatively quick.
Mika: Sure! Is tonight a bad night? If it’s alright with you, we could go to
the bowling alley…? I thought it might be fun, but if you have another idea let
me know! :D
Yuuichirou's eyes widened; a bowling alley? Tonight?His heart flittered at the
thought. It almost sounded like a date, if dinner and drinks were thrown in as
well.
Swallowing thickly, he focused on his bright phone screen and tapped out a
response. He sent it while gnawing on his lower lip.
Me: Sure. Sounds good! Um. Did you want to grab a bite to eat as well, maybe?
Mikaela, just like before, replied almost immediately.
Mika: I’d love to, Yuu-senpai!! I’ll be over in an hour if that’s OK!
An hour? Yuuichirou looked at his watch and beamed, quickly replying.
Me: Yes that sounds good to me! How much money do you think I should bring?
What followed was a casual conversation between them while Yuuichirou struggled
to decide what clothes to wear, even what aftershave to use. Yuuichirou was
telling himself that regardless, this wasn't a date exactly. He had determined
after the party, it was clear dating wasn't something Mikaela wanted between
them. Regardless, Yuuichirou still felt the need to impress Mikaela.
They had cleared the air between them after their last real conversation
together, and despite not seeing each other during finals, Yuuichirou felt
close to Mikaela once again. Hopefully, he could manage to not cock that up
while they celebrated- and this time, he would try to avoid making Mikaela feel
uncomfortable again.
—
Mikaela’s heart was pounding hard as he waited in front of Yuuichirou’s door.
After knocking, he squeezed his hands together behind his back, then felt
instantly stupid. Instead, he decided, maybe he should look cool. He leaned
against the door frame, then brushed some of his hair back, but then he
thought, what if Guren answered the door? He would look silly!
Mikaela fidgeted, then got off from the door frame and stuck his hands in the
pockets of his shorts. They were black and slightly baggy, but they tightened
around his knees, giving off a casual look. He wore a white t-shirt with a logo
on it, but over it was an open vest of a soft blue color. He wore a chain
necklace, and his shoes matched the black-and-white theme of his outfit.
He may have fretted a lot over his outfit, but he hoped it wasn’t too obvious.
Still, he wanted Yuuichirou to be pleasantly surprised at his appearance
outside of the school uniform. Yuuichirou did see him in casual clothes during
the sleepover party… but since this was just the two of them, Mikaela tried
harder tonight to look his best.
It was… like a date, after all.
Mikaela’s face flushed hot, and just has he was trying to will the blush to die
down, the door opened and Yuuichirou was there.
As the door pushed open, Yuuichirou readied himself to speak smoothly, walk
coolly and act like a guy about to become an adult, except… Yuuichirou quickly
found his plan ruined.
His jaw almost dropped, but he managed to catch it at the last moment. His
heart beat hard against his chest and a shiver of anticipation ran down his
spine. Mikaela looked gorgeous, and Yuuichirou felt he looked more… normal. He
tried when getting ready, but perhaps he should have tried harder.
"Y-You look good,” Yuuichirou said, dragging himself out of the stupor he had
shoved himself into. Fidgeting as he stepped over the door and shut it behind
him, he sunk his hands into his own pockets and pursed his lips together.
"Shall we get going?" He continued after a moment's pause.
“Y-Yeah,” Mikaela stammered, his heart racing as his breath was taken away.
Yuuichirou may have felt outshone, but Mikaela found the sight of his crush
absolutely adorable. “You look good, too.”
His light green t-shirt with long, black sleeves underneath was fitting with
his eyes and hair, and his pants fit nicely around his hips. Mikaela tried not
to make it obvious how he was checking out Yuuichirou, so instead he turned and
lead the way.
“Have you ever been here, Yuu-senpai?” Mikaela asked once they arrived at the
bowling alley. “I mean, I was here maybe once or twice, but I was always
dragged by friends…” He held the door open and allowed Yuuichirou to walk in
first.
Ignoring Mikaela for a moment, Yuuichirou stared around the building with some
form of amazement. When the question finally connected with his brain, he
looked over his shoulder at Mikaela and shook his head. "No, usually the squad
and I just go out drinking and partying or stay at home and play games."
This was the type of place he would have loved to take somebody on a date. He
could imagine it, and quickly he realized with a deep blush that he was
practically fantasizing about what they were doing right now, and what they
would do soon: laugh, joke, and play games. He figured Mikaela wouldn't be
looking at him like Yuuichirou would, but that wouldn’t stop him.
Swallowing thickly as they moved up to the counter together, he fidgeted in the
small line as Mikaela stood next to him and their elbows bumped. Naturally,
almost instinctively, he took a step away to widen the gap, and as though not
noticing what happened (when really, it had already begun to play on his mind),
he asked, "are you any good at bowling?"
As they got their bowling shoes and their own lane, Mikaela chatted about his
experience. “Yeah, I’m… decent enough. I pretty much always beat Lacus and
Rene, and they always hate me for it.” He smiled a little. “Except for Krul.
She always beats me.” They settled down by their lane, which was all polished
and ready to go.
“I won’t go easy on you, though,” Mikaela grinned playfully at Yuuichirou as he
took a blue ball into his hands. “No gutter guards! Whoever does worse has to…
cover the tip for dinner, how about? I can’t think of anything else…” Mikaela
snapped his mouth shut, afraid that he had begun to ramble. He was nervous but
also incredibly excited to finally be on a proper… date with his senpai. One
where they dressed nice for each other and went somewhere together, not just
went for ice cream casually after school.
Was Yuuichirou thinking the same sort of thing? Mikaela wondered to himself,
then turned to the lane and rolled the ball down. It hit most of the pins,
leaving only three behind. Mikaela turned around with a small, pleased smile.
Yuuichirou gave Mikaela a thumbs up, congratulating him on an almost strike.
"But you know," he added, “you need to get those fingers in deep, otherwise you
won't have a good grip! At least that's what Guren told me about getting
strikes." He laughed and picked up a ball once his turn. He was ready to start,
and he wiggled his fingers in place, bought the ball back and--
The girl in the lane next to them screamed as a bowling ball whooshed in front
of her, and what followed was a highly embarrassed Yuuichirou and multiple
squawks, yelps and exclamations of people hardly expecting a bowling ball to
come flying down at them.
Looking at everything but the people, his reddened face was hidden by the
slight darkness in the room as he apologized to Mikaela under his breath and
whispered, "...it slipped off."
The whole fiasco was hysterical and Mikaela couldn’t stop his laughter.
Watching Yuuichirou fail that horribly was way too amusing, and he waited until
Yuuichirou got himself together to actually play his turn.
Yuuichirou tried to look as though the flying bowling ball came from anybody
but him. It worked for all except the girl next to their lane. Once she had
calmed, she looked at him and giggled, almost as if she was... flirting.
Mikaela tensed at the girl’s playful smile. His eyes locked on her pink cheeks
and her cute outfit, the ruffled blouse and how she stood upright, twirling her
brown hair between her fingers…
Before he knew it, Mikaela stood up abruptly and stalked over to the bowling
ball rack. He grabbed a ball and turned to Yuuichirou, a possessive, almost
jealous demeanor radiating off of him in waves. Before Yuuichirou could notice,
Mikaela softened when he approached him and without thinking, stoodright behind
Yuuichirou, placing one hand on his hip. The other hand had the bowling ball,
which he encouraged Yuuichirou to hold. His chest was brushing against
Yuuichirou’s back and his lips were right next to Yuuichirou’s ear.
They looked undoubtedly like a couple on a date now.
“Let me show you,” Mikaela murmured. “Here, you should angle your wrist like
this…” Mikaela put Yuuichirou’s hand in place, then rubbed his side slightly
with his thumb before letting go and stepping back. “Go ahead, try it now.”
The girl looked at them, her smile almost immediately changing into surprise
before she looked around, clearly embarrassed. She turned back only to call out
to them.
“Hey blondie, it might be safer for us if you hold him tighter."
Yuuichirou was just oblivious about the entire thing; from the girl's flirting,
to Mikaela's possessive behavior and again to the girl's realization of defeat.
Rather, he looked to Mikaela until a lump rose in his throat upon realizing
that their lips were now unimaginably close.
Before he could say anything, a voice interrupted the tense atmosphere.
“You called for a drink?"
Immediately, Yuuichirou jerked away from Mikaela, dropped the ball dangerously
close to his feet, and told him they ordered nothing. The same girl from the
lane over waved the waiter over to her: apparently, she had ordered the drink
and the waiter had confused which lane ordered it. Quickly, Yuuichirou had to
get over all of the humiliation.
It’s like the ice-cream shop all over again!Yuuichirou internally groaned.
Boldly, and trying to get a hold of himself, he tried to be as smooth as
Mikaela was. "Sorry, could you show me again?"
Mikaela’s heart suddenly caught up with him and his throat tightened.
Oh god, what did I do… Mikaela thought.
Mikaela collected himself quickly, although his face still warmed with a blush,
and he got behind Yuuichirou again, this time with his hand a bit higher,
resting comfortably on Yuuichirou’s waist. “H-Here, Yuu-senpai, you just… hold
it here, and when you swing back, don’t loosen your grip. Loosen it when you’re
doing that forwards motion…”
Mikaela paused, breath hitching when his lips accidentally brushed Yuuichirou’s
ear. It was enough for Mikaela to let go shakily and give Yuuichirou space to
actually do what he was telling him about.
Yuuichirou was going to die. There was no holding back. Death was coming to him
and it's name was Mikaela.
Fuck.
Just that breath alone made Yuuichirou turn far too quickly and then say, "I-
I need the toilet, I'll be right back." He threw the bowling ball down the
lane, and without bothering to see his score, he ran off to calm his rowdy body
down.
He fretted and paced around in the small stall he had locked himself into. He
then leaned back on the door and closed his eyes.Count to ten, he told himself,
and did it over and over until a good five minutes had passed. How humiliating
was it that just that small brush of Mikaela's lips had made him so horny?
Swallowing thickly, he palmed himself in the forehead and groaned painfully.
Just before he opened the door to leave, somebody in the next stall cleared his
throat and said, "man, if it's that painful, you need to watch what you eat.”
Quickly, Yuuichirou flushed and left before the stranger could see his face.
That had been both disgusting and embarrassing.
When he came back, he stopped in his tracks.
Mikaela and that girl next lane were talking.
—
“So how long has it been?” The girl next to them asked curiously. Her friends
were squealing together over something on a phone, and Mikaela looked at her
blankly. “How long have you been together?”
Mikaela froze. They weren’t actually together, but he didn’t want her to think
she had a chance! He just would have to lie about it.
“A few weeks now,” Mikaela said smoothly.
“Oh, so you’re just starting out?” She smiled. “I’m Haruka, by the way.”
“Mikaela,” he replied. “Yeah, this is… one of our first dates.”
“Oh, congratulations!” She smiled broadly. “You two are so cute together. He
really seems to have it bad for you.”
“Thank you,” Mikaela said shyly, blushing at her comment. What was Yuuichirou
doing that made her think that? He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, then
caught Yuuichirou in the corner of his eye. A smile broadly spread across his
lips. “Yuu-senpai!” He waved at Yuuichirou.
Yuuichirou was staring at them, watching as Mikaela blushed and fidgeted around
this… girl, and jealousy spiked up inside of him. He had to hurry and get
Mikaela's attention back. He had no clue that the whole time, she had been
complimenting them on how cute they looked as a couple.
"Hey Mika," he replied, eyeing up the girl and pulling at Mikaela's arm. "Let's
get a drink and come back to lane afterwards. There is a bar over there." He
pointed not too far from them, and Haruka giggled. Yuuichirou was confused and
his grip tightened. He tried not to let it affect the expression on his face.
"What did I-…” He followed Mikaela’s finger, pointing at the scoreboard.
Yuuichirou stared at it: a strike! He had gotten a strike before he ran off to
the bathroom!
Shaking his head, the anger disappeared immediately. He looked at Haruka.
“Hell yeah!” Yuuichirou yelled. ”I got a strike and I wasn't even trying! Take
that, Mika! Takethat!"
Mikaela grinned at his bouncing around. “Yeah, yeah, you did better, Yuu-
senpai-“
Without even thinking this time, Yuuichirou jumped and wrapped himself around
Mikaela, kissing him on the lips.
Mikaela’s eyes stretched wide, his whole world freezing at the shocking,
unexpected kiss.
Haruka covered her mouth and she let out a soft squeal.
Dropping to his feet, Yuuichirou mumbled, "sorry… got a little too excited.” He
tried to cover himself by pointing at the bar again. "So about those drinks?"
Mikaela’s face had turned redder than before, his heart beating wildly against
his chest. “D-Drinks sound good.” He tried to play it off and he flashed a
smile at Haruka.
“You guys have fun,” Haruka giggled and turned back to join her friends, and at
the same time, Mikaela followed Yuuichirou’s lead to the bar. His head was
spinning and it was hard to breathe.
Why on earth did Yuuichirou just kiss him!?
Did he overhear their conversation? Mikaela was at a loss for words, stiffly
following and gulping as they sat down.
Yuuichirou ordered his drink with a heavy feeling weighing down his chest. He
waited in silence and when the drink came, he gestured for Mikaela to order so
that he could pay for both.
He had kissed Mikaela, and what made him most suspicious was that Mikaela
didn’t run away. He didn’t seem disgusted at all, and since they were on…
something like a date, Yuuichirou began to wonder if he had he been wrong all
along about Mikaela's apparent disgust.
He couldn't quite remember everything that happened that night at the party.
All he knew was that they had almost slept together, and while he couldn't
remember exactly how far they got, the morning after had been filled with what
felt like anger, hurt and regret. His assumptions were only natural, but he
didn’t know if they were right anymore.
He had to know, but to know, he had to ask, and that was…
Yuuichirou needed at least one drink to help calm his nerves enough to ask.
Mikaela ordered something quickly, surprised no one was asking about his age,
or even Yuuichirou’s age. He didn’t say anything and simply accepted his drink,
sipping at it distractedly. The silence between them was getting incredibly
awkward.
“The girl’s name is Haruka,” Mikaela decided to say. “She was friendly enough,
she just wanted to know-“ Mikaela paused, unsure if he should continue, his
cheeks burning hot. “She asked about… if…” Mikaela was inching further away
from the subject. “Did you hear us…?”
He glanced nervously at Yuuichirou, his heart still pounding heavily. Surely,
Yuuichirou did it just to… prove Mikaela’s point, but why would he do that? Why
would he turn down a beautiful girl to go along with Mikaela’s lie?
Yuuichirou shook his head. "No, not a word. It just looked like she was getting
a bit too cozy with you and I didn't want her to get in the way of… 
celebrating.” He eyed Mikaela and decided to just say it: he never was any good
at hiding things anyway. "Say, that night at the party. Do you remember… if we…
I mean, the morning after, you seemed mad at me, so..."
... He was never good at articulating himself either, for that matter.
Closing his eyes, he took a sip of his drink and squinted at the bitter taste.
It was so watered down, no wonder they didn't ask for IDs or their ages. The
alcohol content felt like it was -4%. He dragged his gaze away from nothing,
lingered on the cup and then turned to Mikaela.
"I'm sorry for suddenly bringing it up, but it felt like the right moment. You
know?"
Mikaela tensed, shock making him stare at Yuuichirou with wide eyes.
Me, mad at Yuu-senpai?
“Y-Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela stammered. “You have it all wrong. I wasn’t angry at
all. I…” Mikaela paused, his cheeks warming and he also sipped at his drink,
unsure of how much he should say.
So Yuuichirou hadn’t heard Haruka, and he did have a sense of what happened
that night.
“… I was just upset that you forgot,” Mikaela said quietly, eyes glued to his
drink. “I heard you say that to Shinoa-senpai and…” He wanted to say more, but
was confessing at a bar in a bowling alley the way he wanted to confess?
Mikaela stubbornly went silent, nervousness making his stomach turn a little.
"Forgot?" Yuuichirou almost yelled. A few stares his way quickly changed his
volume. In more of a whimpered whisper, he continued. "I didn't forget- you
looked upset, and since I didn't want to ruin what we had going, I pretended to
forget for your sake. To give you an out."
Was this really all a misunderstanding?
Turning back to his drink, he downed it and really considered ordering another
twenty. Instead, he threaded his fingers through his hair and got to his feet.
"We need to get back to the lane and finish our game. We can talk properly
afterwards. I can't believe this."
Mikaela was touched at Yuuichirou’s truthful response. He did that for
Mikaela’s sake?
Inside, Yuuichirou was truly happy. Mikaela just admitted he wasn't angry at
what happened, but what Yuuichirou had pretended hadn't happened. Now, he could
hardly proclaim his love. The small admittance they had both done wasn't enough
for him to go that far.
Without giving Mikaela much room to argue, he began to head back and looked up:
it was Mikaela's turn still.
Mikaela tensed, then nodded, quickly finishing his drink and following, a sort
of fluffy feeling filling his heart. If he thought his crush couldn’t get any
worse, he was wrong. It was growing more, and Mikaela couldn’t fight off a
smile that was on his lips. “Ah, yeah, it is.”
He strode up to the lane and grabbed his ball, rolling it easily and getting a
strike all in a quick blur. He turned over his shoulder proudly.
“See, Yuu-senpai?” Mikaela said proudly. “I can get a strike, too!”
Yuuichirou found it hard to congratulate Mikaela. As much as he tried, his mind
just couldn't get off the fact that they were both... that they had both-
He shook his head grinned at Mikaela. He had said they could talk after the
game and they would.
"Well done Mika, but I know how to hold the ball now so you better watch out!
I'm going to win!"
And what followed was a very intense and competitive game. Whenever it wasn't
Yuuichirou's turn, he thought and dwelled on what he would say while admiring
Mikaela's body, voice and the way his face twisted with joy at every good bowl
he managed.
It was a beautiful thing to add to his memories and when the game ended- with
Mikaela barely winning, Yuuichirou could do nothing else but hug him while
congratulating him.
The night ended well. Yuuichirou paid for the tip at dinner, as Mikaela said
the loser of the game would do, and they left together, smiling and recalling
the funny moments they shared together.
Once near Yuuichirou’s house again, silence was the reminder that they did have
to talk about the conversation about to happen at the bar.
“I hope you had fun tonight,” Mikaela decided to say, a light smile on his lips
as they walked down the street, the house within view. “Maybe you can beat me
next time… though I doubt it,” he added playfully.
Yuuichirou was silent. He didn't want to separate just yet. He looked over
Mikaela's shoulder and saw the park across the street.
"Hey," Yuuichirou said slowly. "Since I promised we could talk about that thing
we started on at the bar- about the party, shall we... if you want to, we
can... there's a park over there."
He gestured at it with a small nod and hoped Mikaela wouldn't deny him. It was
time to get it all out into the open now. Now, he knew everything wasn't as
hopeless as he first thought. Yuuichirou desperately wanted to find out if it
could possibly mean something could actually happen between them.
“Sure,” Mikaela agreed, secretly happy that Yuuichirou wanted to extend their
night together. He followed Yuuichirou across the street, eyes glancing up at
the moon. The street lights made stars hard to see. It was dark and Mikaela
knew he had to get home soon, but he only lived a few streets away. Krul
wouldn’t be too upset at him for being out so late.
Plus, it’s not like he had school the next day.
Mikaela watched Yuuichirou’s hand, tempted to grab it and lace their fingers
together, but before he could, they were at the park and Yuuichirou was sitting
down on a swing. Its soft creak invited Mikaela to sit down on his own, and he
also swayed a little bit, holding the chains with a light grip. His eyes were
focused on the wood chips below their feet.
Yuuichirou chose to start swinging softly while thinking of how to begin, and
even as the night air nipped at his skin, he was more focused on Mikaela.
Looking to the side, he stopped swinging.
“So… the party,” Yuuichirou said, then paused. “When we almost- almost slept
together, it wasn't because you were disgusted, but it was because you were sad
that it... didn't actually happen?"
He had been so drunk that night that piercing what had gone on was a bit
difficult. He remembered getting close together. He remembered them kissing and
rubbing and... he blushed and looked suddenly at the ground. It was after that
that it all went dark. Then the next morning, Mikaela was acting weirdly with
him, so Yuuichirou did what he had thought was best at the time.
"My head is a bit foggy, so if you wouldn't mind telling me everything..."
Mikaela’s heart began to pound and heat traveled up his neck at the memories.
It may have been hazy due to the alcohol, but he still… remembered it all, so
clearly. Mikaela swallowed, his grip on the chains tightening as he spoke
slowly.
“We… kissed, a lot,” Mikaela said shyly, now feeling his ears burn from
underneath his hair. “Then we went upstairs, and well, you were already
shirtless, so… I… uh…” Mikaela was losing any sort of gracefulness he had
before. His heart was going faster, and he sucked in a tense breath. “You said
you… had wanted to do that to me for a while, then said y-… you’d… use your
mouth on me… if I went and got the lubricant. S-So I went and I ran into
Shinoa-senpai in the kitchen. She teased me and said you had done things like
this before… something along those lines, but I didn’t get that it was a joke
so I went and cried in the bathroom, then I came back to you and saw you asleep
after you… uhm. Took care of yourself.”
After Mikaela’s explanation was over, he looked at Yuuichirou, his cheeks red
and his eyes shimmering.
The second Shinoa's name left Mikaela's mouth, Yuuichirou was up on his feet
without a method to calm himself. Of courseShinoa was the catalyst for all of
their miscommunication! What was Mikaela meant to think when up against such a
powerhouse of a person, and as for Yuuichirou sorting himself out... he
blushed.
"It was probably because I don't do anything like that, and I was so excited
that I fixed my own problem," Yuuichirou admitted slowly, forcing himself to be
calm. "I wanted to last for you, I guess- I can't really remember, and when I
fell asleep, I imagine it's because you took too long to come back, so I
started to fantasize about you which probably... ended up making me dream."
Mikaela’s eyes widened more and he looked up at Yuuichirou, who was on his feet
and admitting all of these things.
“You…” Mikaela’s mouth was dry and his blush was only darkening. “… you were
fantasizing about me…?”
His senpai, the one he’d been lusting after, dreaming about for ages was
fantasizing about him, even if he was drunk… of all people, he chose Mikaela.
Not only that, but Yuuichirou stated he never slept around with others, so for
this to happen between them must mean something.
Mikaela ducked his head down suddenly, his face burning up even more. He felt
as if he was going to melt at this rate.
Yuuichirou carefully watched Mikaela's face as it changed color under the night
sky, and he couldn't help himself.
He smiled fondly. "Yeah, I mean, we were just kissing and doing other things-
it is only natural that I would, after all."
Turning to face forward again, slowly lowering his gaze to the ground, he
slowed on his swing and kicked at the dirt. Tightening his hands on the chains
that kept his seat off of the ground, he pursed his lips together and grabbed a
tight hold of his courage.
"I just, I guess what I really want to say is-"
Giggling interrupted him and he jumped as some distance away, a couple of
drunken teenagers swayed as they waddled on by. Yuuichirou scrunched up his
face and for a moment forgot the confession he was about to make.
"That night, we all got drunk, and I don't normally hit on or try and sleep
with my friends, but something clearly happened because I can remember just
thinking about you, and then come morning, you were so weird… I imagined I had
gone too far. … So I pretended nothing happened at all."
Mikaela blushed a bit at the sound of the drunken teenagers and he listened
carefully, focused on Yuuichirou’s honest words and what he was about to say.
There’s no way… Mikaela thought doubtfully. He wished it was a confession, but…
regardless, he nodded to show he was paying attention.
“You…” Mikaela sucked in a breath, then released the chains from his hands and
put his hands in his lap instead. “You didn’t go too far, Yuu-senpai. I would
have pushed you away if I was uncomfortable. Even when sorta drunk, I would be
able to hold my ground.” He sent a small smile in Yuuichirou’s direction. “I
was unsettled by Shinoa-senpai’s teasing and… you saying you forgot, is all.”
Facing Mikaela with a stretched smile, Yuuichirou nodded.
“Thank you, Mika. That means a lot to me, so I thought wrong in the end. I'm
sorry Shinoa's teasing and what I said upset you. At the time, I guess I just
really thought I was helping."
Jumping off of the swing, he straightened up and rubbed the back of his head as
he looked up to the dark sky, where stars glittered like small, glowing dots.
It was beautiful, really, and in the moonlight- he turned to Mikaela again.
Mikaela was the most beautiful.
Yuuichirou wanted to tell him this, but he kept the words firmly at the tip of
his tongue, awaiting Mikaela to say something first.
Mikaela smiled a little, eyes following Yuuichirou as he stood, his breath
catching at the sight of his crush illuminated by the soft, cool light of the
moon and stars. His heart thudded when their eyes met and Mikaela felt the air
between them get tense, as if they were waiting for each other to speak.
Mikaela felt everything come to a sort of climax, causing him to hold his
breath and hear nothing but his heart beat harder, and harder, and harder.
… Is this the moment…?Mikaela thought, nerves making his stomach turn and his
hands clam up. He licked his lips. Yuuichirou had been silently staring at him.
He couldn’t be imagining this, right?
“Yuu-chan…” Mikaela whispered. It spilled out from his lips naturally and it
took him a moment before he realized what he had just said. 
Mikaela’s eyes widened and he slapped a hand over his mouth, his face flaming
red.
“I-I’m sorry, Yuu-senpai!” Mikaela yelped. “I don’t know what came over me, I
just, it sorta came out, y-you just look v-very cute, and it was a spur of the
moment, I-“
Yuuichirou wanted to kiss him. He wanted to tug Mikaela down on top of him and
kiss him hard. In something of a rush, he moved over to Mikaela and grabbed his
hands. With a face more serious than anything, he replied, “it's okay! It's
fine. Yuu-chan... it's... it's really- I like it." He looked around.I can’t
confess. Not here.
Mikaela called him cute. That meant... that night hadn't been a mistake.
Thoughts of confessing left Yuuichirou’s head immediately. His mind had gone
south and he was desperate to rectify the mistake of not spending the night
intimately with Mikaela.
"Come with me," Yuuichirou urged, tugging at Mikaela's hands. “L-Let's not
speak here, let's finish this at my house. I want to-"
He paused as Mikaela allowed himself to be moved with zombie-like obedience.
Yuuichirou could hardly believe it. A part of him wondered whether or not this
was a dream. His entire sense of self had disappeared under the weight of what
he wanted to do right then, and when they reached his front door, he tightened
his hands on Mikaela. "I want you to kiss me and I want to go inside and-"
Impatience made Mikaela turn Yuuichirou around. His mind was a blur. Yuuichirou
just said he wanted to kiss him. It was all he needed to hear, all the
motivation he needed to do what he was about to do.
Their eyes met for a moment and Mikaela saw his gorgeous, emerald green eyes
widen with surprise. His heart sped up and heat stirred within him as he pushed
Yuuichirou against the door, one hand on the smooth wood and the other hand
tilting Yuuichirou’s jaw towards him. He leaned closer. Yuuichirou’s scent was
intoxicating, and he was a breath away, his soft lips were-
Mikaela yelped as Yuuichirou was suddenly thrown forwards and he collided
uncomfortably against Mikaela. The door had been opened and Yuuichirou was
vaulted forwards because of it. The heated atmosphere died and Mikaela saw
Guren’s enraged face in the opening of the door for a moment before Yuuichirou
was yanked inside. The door slammed shut and Mikaela watched as it closed in
front of him. 
Mikaela was left standing there on the porch, staring at the now-empty door he
just had Yuuichirou pinned against, and listening to crickets in the night.
He thought he heard those drunk teenagers as well, giggling as if to mock him.
Mikaela’s face burned with embarrassment and he turned around to rush home,
shocked that his heart was able to beat this hard.
Chapter End Notes
     A collaboration of sweet MikaYuu goodness from a couple of nerdy
     role-players, better known by our Tumblrs (if Criostail would ever
     stop remaking hers):
     Vixenfur is Mikaela_(rp_blog)
     Kind_Criostail is Yuuichirou_(personal_blog)
     P.S: Chrystal about the ending of this chapter, where Guren
     cockblocks and yanks Yuu inside:
     "Yuu laments the loss of a good buttsexing"
***** Mikaela Was More Than Aware of the Blatant Tension *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuuichirou sneaks out of the house to see Mikaela after being
     grounded. What follows is too dirty to say for the summary.
Chapter Notes
     Hey everyone, Vix here! Here's a chapter I'm sure you've all been
     waiting for ;) We hope you like what we have to show you! We're
     already eagerly planning and writing out the next chapter, and boy
     will it be jam-packed with lots of... well, you'll see. x'D
     BUT FIRST, we got our FIRST EVER FANART FOR THIS FIC! It makes us SO
     HAPPY!! Thank you to my dear friend Destiny for drawing THIs
     INCREDIBLY CUTE ART!!! Gahhh it shows the part in the bowling alley
     where Yuu jumps on Mika. So cute!!
     Anyways, enjoy this chapter, as I'm sure you will ~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Yuuichirou laid front down along his bed. The duvet was scrunched up at his
feet and was being used to warm his chilly toes. Leaning up with his elbows on
his pillow, he thumbed at the screen of his phone and scrolled down to
Mikaela's name.
Almost immediately, a flash of their almost-confessions crossed his mind, and
while he blushed heavily, he couldn't stop the smile that stretched across his
face. He clicked on Mikaela’s name, and pursing his lips together, he began to
type:
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: Hey, Mika. It's me, Yuu- obviously, uh. I'm sorry about
Guren. He's an idiot-loser. How are you doing anyway? I want to see
you...somehow, but he grounded me- GROUNDED!!
Mikaela, meanwhile, was sitting in his room as well, sighing and flipping
through a novel when his phone went off. He glanced at it lazily, not expecting
anyone to message him, but when he saw ‘Yuu-senpai’ flash across the screen,
his heart leapt into his throat and he grabbed his phone excitedly.
A smile spread across his face as he replied almost without thinking.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: It’s alright, Yuu-senpai! I’m doing well, though I’m
bored out of my mind… Lacus and Rene are both off on family vacations so I’m
all alone most of the time. I miss you.
Yuuichirou could not stop the blush that appeared on his cheeks. His hips
pressed against the mattress to dampen the spark of interest in his body. 
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: I miss you-
He deleted that text, or rather where it was heading. The words he planned to
continue with sounded sappy, too sappy, even to his romantic mind, and he
pursed his lips together, writing something else instead.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: How about I sneak out and come to your house? I would
invite you here, but Guren is on the ball tonight. It would take all my cunning
just to escape him!
Mikaela’s heart skipped at the text he received a few moments later - partially
just because it was Yuuichirou, but mainly because of what it said. Mikaela
felt doubtful about it, though. He didn’t want Yuuichirou to get in even more
trouble.
Should he even enable such an escape?
Mikaela bit his lip, but his heart was hammering and he ached- in more ways
than one- to see Yuuichirou again. To… continue what they had been doing.
Mikaela had a brief thought along the lines of ‘fuck it,’right before sending a
reply to Yuuichirou.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: It’s a bad idea, but Krul isn’t home.
He instantly blushed and texted again.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: Not that - she has to be gone, or anything! But I mean-
she wouldn’t question it…
Who is he kidding- Krul doesn’t even know Yuuichirou is grounded in the first
place. Mikaela groaned a little bit, heat flushing across his face. He made his
intentions way too clear. 
Yuuichirou couldn't help but laugh at the texts. In his head, he could
perfectly imagine what it would have been like to hear Mikaela speak them from
his beautiful lips. He grinned and got up, sitting back against the headboard
of his bed and raised his knees up to his chest.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: Well that settles it then! I'm coming over- see you
soon!
With that, he tried to tease Mikaela by not giving away any of his own
excitement. He began collecting his things, occasionally checking his phone to
see if Mikaela had replied. Once he was ready, he opened his top drawer to see
the pile of condoms in there and hesitated in picking a couple out.
What if Mika- should I really...? It’s safer to bring them, but what if Mika
sees them...? 
In the end he pulled away, but before he left, his hand wandered back and he
pocketed three of them. Better to be safe than wanton without release-
perverted as that sounded.
At the same time on the other end, Mikaela nearly screamed from the text, his
heart racing as he scrambled to his feet. He was sitting around in his pajamas!
He hadn’t even showered!  Mikaela didn’t even reply. He got to his feet
instantly and ran off to clean himself.
When he was done, he took the time to pick out a nice outfit, but one that was
easy to remove. It wasn’t really a conscious thought, but he picked out a loose
pair of shorts on purpose and a comfortable, deep blue t-shirt. He brushed his
teeth more than necessary and applied chap-stick a little too often, and he
probably stopped in the mirror and picked at his hair every few moments, but he
couldn’t help himself.
He wanted to look… desirable to Yuuichirou.
Not that they had agreed to have sex or anything explicitly, but Mikaela
figured something would happen. After all, what were they going to do that
night, had Guren not interrupted…? 
— 
Yuuichirou had managed to get out with little effort. He'd followed Guren
quietly until Guren disappeared into his bedroom. Yuuichirou then slipped out
through the backdoor. It was unusually easy. But as one-track minded as he was
that moment, Yuuichirou really didn't care.
With a backpack over his shoulder, a fresh wave of deodorant covering his body
and some nice looking clothes to cover his skin, Yuuichirou escaped his home
and snuck carefully out of his street. It was a good thing Mikaela's wasn't far
away, but he was diligent...
While Guren may have not noticed his escape, there were some people around in
their neighboring homes that would easily sell out what direction he was
heading in, and he kept his eyes peeled for each and every one of them.
When he was safely out of his street, the rest of the journey was rather
boring. It wasn't until he got to Mikaela's and stood outside of his front door
with his hand held up that the nerves got to him: after all, this time, there
would be nothing to stop their confession... nothing to stop them having sex.
Inside, Mikaela was nervously pacing around, adjusting everything in his room,
trying to make it most presentable. He made his bed and moved aside any objects
that would interfere with laying on it. He cleaned his room faster than he ever
has- his room was clean as it was, but to Mikaela, it could always be cleaner.
He ate some fruit to rid of the minty taste in his mouth and to make sure his
stomach wouldn’t growl in the middle of things. He used the bathroom
excessively and, just to be safe, rinsed his mouth out again before he heard
the knock at he door.
He would kill whoever it was if it wasn’tYuuichirou.
Mikaela bounded down the stairs, then stopped, catching his breath in attempt
to appear a little more normal when he opened the door.
As he had hoped, the one standing there was an adorably red-cheeked Yuuichirou,
nervously looking at him with his breath-taking emerald eyes.
“Yuu-senpai,” Mikaela smiled, not sure exactly how to greet him, so instead he
shuffled to the side. “Come in.” 
Nodding, Yuuichirou replied, "sure. Um..." After a pause, he continued, "it's
nice to see you again." 
His eyes wandered past Mikaela, as hard as that was (Mikaela looked stunning
and slightly out of breath, strangely enough) and pursing his lips together, he
stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
Toeing off his shoes, he gazed back at Mikaela and smiled warmly. A part of him
wanted to close the gap between them and kiss those wonderfully alluring lips,
and another part of him, probably with more common sense, made him hesitate. He
had only just got there, after all.
"It's weird," Yuuichirou tried conversationally, “to be here without the need
to study. It's good to be here as-…” He paused and blushed. What were they now?
Saying friends would deny the attraction, but neither of them had truly
confessed. To call them lovers would be... a lie?
Mikaela noticed the way Yuuichirou was staring at him, cheeks adorably rosy.
Mikaela had been convincing himself the entire time that Yuuichirou could never
find Mikaela attractive. He assumed such a perfect outcome of their friendship
would only happen in his wildest dreams.
But there he was, glancing at Mikaela’s lips constantly. Mikaela was more than
aware of the blatant tension between them.
Mikaela reached out, grabbing Yuuichirou’s worst lightly. “Come upstairs with
me,” Mikaela said, not that it mattered- the house was empty, but he figured
it’d be easier to… do what Mikaela wanted to do in a more private area.
Come upstairs?
Yuuichirou's mind whirled. Wasn't Mikaela being a bit too bold? All the same,
he let Mikaela tug on his wrist and bustled on after him with excitement
building up only too fast in his gut. This was all rather nerve-wracking and
far too innocent for him to handle: he felt like he might burst soon, and how
embarrassing would that be?
Once inside his room, Mikaela’s heartbeat was so loud, it was almost all he
could hear. He let go of Yuuichirou’s wrist, but his hands shook slightly and
he took a shaky breath. 
What was he supposed to say?
Yuuichirou immediately backed up to the door once it had been shut and he began
to fidget nervously. It wasn't that he feared being in here. Rather, he feared
that his legs might give up and his knees might buckle if he didn’t hold
himself steady. He felt like something right out of a romance novel. Determined
to break that idea, he spoke first.
"Mika, I mean- Mikaela,” Yuuichirou breathed. “I- I like you a lot. I- yeah,
yeah I think I might lo-like you in that way."
Mikaela was completely taken by surprise. The words hit him and he turned
around, eyes wide. His previously-pounding heart slammed to a halt. 
The words he has only ever dreamed of hearing were just spoken to him, and he
was now fumbling with what to say. 
He let his heart guide him and he stared, then sucked in a sharp breath before
gathering his confidence.
“Yuu-chan,” Mikaela said, his cheeks darkening at the new nickname, but it
felt… right, somehow. “I’ve… always admired you, and I’ve wanted to hear that
since-“ He didn’t want to sound creepy, so he halted, then said, “… since the
day we met.” He gulped and looked away for a moment, feeling his blush darken
at the way Yuuichirou was staring at him like he was.
He finally gathered himself and stepped closer and closer until he was right in
front of Yuuichirou, their faces not too far apart.
“I like you too,” he whispered. “W-… Will you be mine, Yuu-chan?”
"No,” Yuuichirou replied. Mikaela’s blood ran cold for a split second. That was
Yuuichirou’s poor, nervous attempt at a joke, but he clearly realized his error
at the look on Mikaela's face. He waved his hands in the air madly. "I was- it
was a joke. I- I like you, Mika. Of course I'll..."
Mikaela fixed him with an expression that could be explained as, ‘Why are you
like this.’
Taking off his bag, Yuuichirou decided enough was enough. He threw it to the
floor and practically launched himself at Mikaela. A surprised sound came from
Mikaela’s throat as soon as their lips met. They knocked into the corner of the
bedside table before rolling onto the bed, and Yuuichirou could safely say he
had never tasted lips as sweet as Mikaela's before.
Mikaela had been waiting for this for so long. He clutched at Yuuichirou’s back
and side, shuddering as he slowly worked up the courage to kiss back. 
Knowing that they were finally kissing- not from alcohol and free from
interruptions- was enough to make Mikaela’s hormones spike. His face darkened
and he moved his hands, gripping Yuuichirou’s waist and gasping into his
mouth. 
This was amazing. For both of them.
Yuuichirou moaned into the heat of Mikaela's mouth and pressed his hips harder.
Almost desperate in his movements, he jerkily pulled at Mikaela's shirt,
breaking the kiss to scowl at his inability to undress Mikaela with some level
of grace and dignity.
Leaning back, he looked down at Mikaela, flushed and beautiful, and he stopped
trying. He ripped at Mikaela's clothing, as though asking Mikaela to undress
was impossible. Embarrassingly, his breath hitched and a loud, lewd moan
escaped his lips when his hips pressed down just a little too hard.
Mikaela trembled at the sound and he was already driven insane by the friction.
He was sure he was hard already and he used his strength to turn them around,
pinning Yuuichirou down before he leaned back and pulled off his own shirt. As
soon as he tossed it aside, he leaned down and crashed their lips together
again, not having enough of that feeling.
He could never have enough.
He drove his hips into Yuuichirou’s as they kissed, his tongue pressing past
Yuuichirou’s lips and licking at the inside of his mouth. The heat between them
was already unbearable and he let out a small sound, needing to hear Yuuichirou
moan again.
With little effort, Yuuichirou did moan again.
The pressure of Mikaela's hips bearing down on his own, pushing together their
cocks through the thick fabric of their clothing made Yuuichirou tremble out
pleasured sounds. His arms were shaky. He was so excited and the sounds Mikaela
made hardly helped at all.
He wanted to be naked. He wanted Mikaela to be naked. He wanted to wrap his
lips around Mikaela's cock and make him scream- he wanted to scream, too. By
the looks of it, he was going to. They were stuck in their passion, ignorant to
the world around them, and that was fine with Yuuichirou.
Finally, he and Mikaela were going to have sex.
Mikaela was shirtless, the coolness of his room making him shudder, so he
reached his hands down, pushing Yuuichirou’s shirt up as he kissed Yuuichirou
and felt up his torso. He ran his hands over all of Yuuichirou- his edges, his
slopes, his curves… Mikaela pulled away from his lips, panting hotly and
wanting, needing more.
He dipped his head down and pressed a hot kiss on Yuuichirou’s neck, simply
tasting the skin before he licked at it, then teased and nipped at the skin. He
pushed Yuuichirou’s shirt higher until his nipples were exposed, which he began
to finger and tease. His own cock throbbed at Yuuichirou’s reactions and his
mind was hazy- this was so much better than his dreams… 
To Yuuichirou, was crazy to think Mikaela didn't have any sexual experience.
Then again, as a man, he was probably touching him as Mikaela liked to touch
himself: the mere image conjoined with the physical pleasures he was feeling
and his hips bucked up. 
His eyes went wide and the green color glimmered in the soft light of the room.
His overwhelming pleasure was making it hard for him to see past Mikaela, and
frankly, he didn't want to. He was thrilled that everything right then was
about Mikaela: his lack of breath, the reason his skin felt hot, why his cock
throbbed so hard and his body writhed- it was all Mikaela.
Mikaela let out a small whimper and continued to kiss and lap at Yuuichirou’s
skin, worshipping every inch of it. He inched down, kissing his stomach, his
abs, and his hipbones until he was at Yuuichirou’s pants and he wanted them
off. He tugged at the edges, then unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down,
revealing Yuuichirou’s erection covered with his boxers.
It didn’t stop Mikaela, by any means. He leaned down and pressed his wet, hot
tongue on the fabric, lapping at his dick through his clothing just to tease
him, to give Yuuichirou the feeling without actually giving him the oral
pleasure he wanted so desperately. A sly smirk grew on his lips and he glanced
up at Yuuichirou playfully. 
When those eyes looked at him, Yuuichirou knew he was done for. There he was,
thinking Mikaela was this sexy, beautiful angel when in reality… he was a
devil. He was a devil, because the feelings that welled up inside of Yuuichirou
when he was looking at those eyes were sinful. Oh god, I just made such a bad
analogy, Yuuichirou thought.
Biting down on his lip, Yuuichirou had to wriggle away just to get some air. He
was so embarrassed at how much of a wreck Mikaela was turning him into.
“Are you sure you haven't... I mean, not that it's bad if you have... I, I
mean... ah,” Yuuichirou shyly said. “It feels too good, Mika..." 
Upon realizing that he just called Mikaela by his nickname again, in this
erotic situation, he flushed red and groaned. He had never felt so intimate
with somebody in his life.
Mikaela trembled at Yuuichirou’s tone of voice. He continued to lap at
Yuuichirou’s clothed cock, but he paused and breathed hotly over it as he
spoke. 
“You’re the first person I’ve ever done this with… Yuu-chan,” Mikaela said,
after wondering if he should continue using the new nickname he’s given
Yuuichirou. Although… he wouldn’t abandon the ‘senpai’ name entirely. It was
nostalgic and sweet, in Mikaela’s opinion. But the new name- calling him ‘Yuu-
chan’- made Mikaela feel like Yuuichirou was more his equal rather than his
superior.
Mikaela brushed his fingers along the edge of Yuuichirou’s boxers. He wanted to
take them off and see all of Yuuichirou, but he was still nervous himself. He
bit his lip in question, then looked up at Yuuichirou again, momentarily
breathless at how gorgeous Yuuichirou was, all sprawled out, heated and flushed
with desire… 
“Yuu-chan, can I remove these…?” Mikaela curled his fingers around his boxers,
tugging to make his point clear. 
Slowly nodding, Yuuichirou smiled under the weight of both his arousal and his
nerves. He never doubted that this was Mikaela's first time. Mikaela seemed the
type to have one love for his entire lifetime. When that thought truly hit
Yuuichirou, he felt suddenly overwhelmed. … Wouldn't that mean he would be
Mikaela's one true love of his life? 
Such a deep thought was a bit intimidating in that moment. Surely, Yuuichirou
was just overestimating how alluring Mikaela was as a person.
Even so, Yuuichirou nodded once more, this time with confidence. The blush on
his cheeks lightened, but the soft redness of his face seemed to shimmer with
even more desire. Daringly, he moved himself into a position where he could
spread his legs open just a little wider. With such an erotic pose urging him
on, he said, "afterwards, I want to take yours off, too."
Mikaela nodded quickly, more than willing to let Yuuichirou see him, too. But
for now… Mikaela felt a little tremor go through his body. He was about to see
the one he’s admired, who he’s fallen for… completely exposed, with nothing to
shield him from Mikaela.
It was such a deep, beautiful thing, really.
Mikaela inched his boxers down, trying not to fumble or appear too nervous when
his cock was visible, and once they were off, he dropped the fabric and
shamelessly stared at Yuuichirou, from head to toe.
“You’re…” Mikaela felt his heart beating harder than he thinks it’s ever beat. 
“You’re so… beautiful, Yuu-chan. You’re perfect, you’re…” Mikaela snapped his
mouth shut, embarrassed at the things he was saying. Instead, he crawled over
Yuuichirou’s body and placed his hands on his waist, feeling up Yuuichirou’s
body as he leaned in to press their lips together sweetly. 
This is it. Oh God, Yuuichirou thought.
Mikaela had seen all of him now. If, in some regard, this was all just some
huge joke, then now was the moment it was going to end. Yet, instead of the
moment ending, Mikaela's kiss had grown more passionate with how gentle it was.
It drew Yuuichirou in. It made him lift his head to follow Mikaela when he drew
backwards with intentions to end the kiss. He inched his hips closer to the
edge of the bed, practically forcing Mikaela off of it. Still, he reached out
with his hands and cusped Mikaela's cheeks to keep the kiss going. He didn't
want this to stop.
His cock throbbed, feeling the soft chill of the air and he groaned,
accidentally breaking the kiss. He was so sensitive.
Mikaela smiled against his lips, loving how Yuuichirou held his face. His
fingers were warm against Mikaela’s cheeks, and it felt right. Regardless, he
inched backwards until he was on the ground between Yuuichirou’s legs. He
reached forward and tugged Yuuichirou’s hips so that he rested on the edge of
the bed and Mikaela’s breath fanned over his cock.
Mikaela kept one hand on Yuuichirou’s hip, but he moved the other to wrap
around Yuuichirou’s cock. He didn’t miss the way Yuuichirou’s breath hitched
and how he seemed to tense, and he smiled up at Yuuichirou.
“It’s okay, Yuu-chan, I just want to make you feel good…” Mikaela reassured
him, then slowly moved his hand up and down, experimentally brushing his
fingers along Yuuichirou’s cock and seeing where his sensitive spots were. He’d
do more searching with his tongue, but he would be lying if he didn’t admit he
loved to tease Yuuichirou. Still, he was impatient himself, even if he was
nervous- he’s never given a blow job before, but he would do his best. 
With a final mental kick, Mikaela leaned forward and wrapped his lips around
Yuuichirou’s cock, then slowly inched him in deeper and deeper into his mouth. 
Yuuichirou was a flutter of many emotions.
He felt mostly pleasure: overwhelmingly so. Mikaela's lips around his cock were
a feeling he never wanted to let anybody in on. He wanted to treat it like a
treasured goodness that he would covet forever. Mikaela’s lips were soft- but
not too soft, and they were warm- just the right level of warmth as they moved
over his throbbing veins. They were wet, and that... that was what made
Yuuichirou lay back on the bed and thrust his hips up.
"M-Mika," he moaned through a shudder. 
Moving one hand down, he thread his fingers into Mikaela's hair and gently
pressured his head while trying to control his own hips from thrusting. "It
feels good. Too good," he mumbled, swallowing thickly. "I want y-you to- fuck-
feel this good." Was he a pervert for letting his precious, beautiful kouhai do
this to him? Surely he was, and yet he couldn't find it in himself to care.
Mikaela trembled when he felt Yuuichirou's fingers tugging at his hair. He
groaned softly, the sound reverberating on Yuuichirou's cock. He loved how
Yuuichirou rolled his hips up, forcing his cock deeper into Mikaela's mouth.
It was choking him slightly and it made the act even sexier. 
Mikaela trembled and gripped Yuuichirou's thighs, spreading them as he went
down harder and swirled his tongue around Yuuichirou's cock, pressing the tip
against his slit.
It was painfully good for Yuuichirou. He was a writhing, twitchy mess of
desire. His hips strained due to the force of his own willpower: he did not
want suffocate Mikaela but it was so hard. He was even harder.
It was almost embarrassing, the way he forced his hands away from Mikaela's
hair to cover the sounds he was making from his own mouth, but it helped
relieve the pressure of how much he wanted to thrust up.
Either way, the idea of Mikaela teasing him like he was made his legs tremble
and his cock throb harder. Pre-cum dribbled into Mikaela's mouth and he
whimpered, worried that he would cum far too soon.
Mikaela was feeling like a champion. He was finally intimate with Yuuichirou,
he was making Yuuichirou a mess on his bed, trembling and on the edge of
orgasm, making the most amazing sounds and beautiful faces. 
Mikaela never felt more pleased in his life. He sucked a little harder, pulled
him in a little deeper, encouraging his release with small groans and tugs of
his hands. He wanted Yuuichirou to cum. He's always wanted this, always
thirsted for it, and now it was happening. 
Mikaela's own cock ached. He shoved one of his hands down between his legs and
with a shaking hand, went under his boxers and began pumping himself. He was so
close that the first touch had him gasping and bucking forward, jamming
Yuuichirou's cock into his throat even more.
Yuuichirou didn't yell, although he wanted to. His whole body trembled beneath
the pleasure that rocketed through it. Waves of desire and lust easily overcame
him. Tensing his thighs and laying back on the bed, he held his hands to his
mouth and closed his eyes. He had never felt passion like this before and all
Mikaela was doing was sucking his cock.
It was amazing.
His hips were tight, aching under the willpower he was using to keep them from
thrusting forward, choking Mikaela further. He was on the edge. The need to
orgasm pulsed beneath the skin of his cock, but he wasn't there yet. He needed
a little more- and then Mikaela made a sound. It was the most gorgeous sound he
had ever heard in his life.
In a fit of embarrassed panic, he sat up, intended to shove Mikaela away as he
cried out, “I’m going to cum-“ But it was already too late. His dick throbbed
as cum spilled into Mikaela's mouth and Yuuichirou's muscles all spasmed as he
tried to control himself while coming down from his high. 
He had never felt so good in all of his life.
Hunching over Mikaela, panting wildly, he shakily moved a hand to Mikaela's
shoulder and whimpered; he was so tender. "T-That, I-I am so sorry. Must ha-
hah-have tasted horrible..."
Mikaela was dazed at the sight, sound, and taste of Yuuichirou’s orgasm. He
held onto Yuuichirou’s hips, gripping them tightly and trembling as he took it.
The taste was bitter, but he didn’t care. It was Yuuichirou- and he swallowed
everything until he could back away, his spit still wet on Yuuichirou’s cock.
His own hand around his cock trembled, and he slowly moved it away, neglecting
his hard-on for the sake of watching Yuuichirou's every movement and
expression.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, panting shallowly, his eyes
glazed over with lust.
He just made his- his boyfriend cum into his throat, and he’s never felt so
proud.
Was boyfriend the right word? Mikaela tensed and looked up at him, wondering if
this was the right moment to ask, but instead he just blushed and held his
tongue. He’d wait for Yuuichirou to calm down from orgasm.
Shakily, messily and still full of desire, Yuuichirou smiled down at Mikaela
and pushed his hands lightly against Mikaela's shoulders. "That was amazing.
But my pride tells me I have to return the favor, Mika..." He teased softly,
and despite the nervous reddening that flushed across his body, Yuuichirou
pushed Mikaela down onto his back and then climbed on top of him.
Mikaela’s heart was racing and he leaned back, eyes wide at Yuuichirou’s words.
“You don’t have to…” he began to say, but his cock throbbed with anticipation
and he successfully shut himself up, allowing Yuuichirou to clamber over him. 
With his knees either side of Mikaela's hands and his hands either side of
Mikaela's head, he bent down and kissed Mikaela's lips, trying hard not to
wince at his own bitter taste on Mikaela's tongue. It wasn't pleasant now, but
two seconds ago? Best feeling in the world. He had to return the favor: he
wanted to. 
Dragging his hands down Mikaela's body, pushing at the skin on his chest,
Yuuichirou tried to urge Mikaela further away from the bed- he needed space if
he were to suck Mikaela's dick as well, but just as he managed to gain the
space necessary, there was a sudden sound from the bedroom door and Yuuichirou
looked up just in time to see a short, pink-haired woman staring back at him.
... He had never reacted so fast in all of his life. And if he thought that was
mortifying, Mikaela looked like a deer in the headlights at the sight of his
own adoptive mother, staring at him and his boyfriend, turned on and naked. He
had no thoughts in that moment. He swore he felt his spirit leaving his body,
leaving himself an empty husk, void of all feelings. He was completely
stiffened, mortified at the situation before him.
Yuuichirou acted before Mikaela could even move. He reached behind him and
yanked the duvet with what little strength he had left after that orgasm.
Yuuichirou yelped as he whipped it around his body, and at the same time, he
covered himself by dumping half of thick duvet over Mikaela's face, effectively
suffocating him. And if that wasn't bad enough- Krul just turned around and
left.
After another moment's silence, a voice sweetly called up the stairs: "Mikaela,
darling. I insist you and your- ah- friend both get dressed and come meet me at
the dinner table."
Mikaela was finally snapping out of his trance at the sound of his name, and he
slowly, shakily sighed, wondering what he did to deserve such a life.
Yuuichirou burned with humiliation, even more so after he could have sworn he
heard her mumbling something about waiting for a shot of vodka for her pure,
virgin eyes.
Mikaela had no words. He peeked over the edge of the duvet, his boner
effectively killed and his face plunging red. His thoughts were finally
catching up to him, the reality of the situation dawning on him like some sort
of shadow. 
“I… I’m gonna get dressed,” Mikaela said shakily, and Yuuichirou made a slight
sound acknowledgement before they shuffled away from each other and prepared
themselves for whatever sort of embarrassing discussion was to come.
Chapter End Notes
     A collaboration of sweet MikaYuu goodness from a couple of nerdy
     role-players, better known by our Tumblrs (if Criostail would ever
     stop remaking hers):
     Vixenfur is Mikaela_(rp_blog)
     Kind_Criostail is Yuuichirou_(personal_blog)
     P.s: Hi guys, it's Chrystal- the reason I never really write stuff or
     reply to your comments (but Vix does) is because I'm waaaay to shy >/
***** Krul Saved Us, Then She Turned On Us *****
Chapter Summary
     Guren and Shinya come over for dinner. Mikaela and Yuuichirou must
     endure a night of humiliation and awkward moments between them and
     their parents. And yet, the sexual tension is still high as ever.
Chapter Notes
     Yoooo it's Vix here! I bet you weren't expecting chapter 9 so soon,
     hm? Well, we weren't either. We just kept writing and writing and
     suddenly we hit out 5k goal. So yeah. Uh. Enjoy the silliness and
     cuteness and yeah!
Yuuichirou was ready to have hell swallow him whole.
It was the morning after Mikaela had sucked his cock and Yuuichirou was quickly
becoming best buddies with the table chair he sat at. 
Across from him, Krul sat and beside him was Mikaela. There was a light breeze
flowing through the small gap in the window, but the chill was hardly enough to
calm his rising body temperature: this was so embarrassing. Mikaela's mother
had found them in what had to be one of the worst compromising positions in the
world and instead of getting angry, she had let him stay over the night and
made a spectacle of making sure they were in separate rooms... while making
suggestive quips.
When she had finally left him alone to suffer, he had laid in bed awake
reliving the horrifying moment over and over until he had finally fallen asleep
and then, after what felt like only five minutes of sweet dreaming, he had been
awoken by two successive knuckle raps on the door and a sweet voice telling him
to ready himself for breakfast as she had some juicy news to tell both him and
Mikaela. And after that came to the current moment...
Yuuichirou, Mikaela and Krul, sitting at a table with a phone being slyly
pushed in Yuuichirou's direction. 
Mikaela had hardly spoken to Yuuichirou between the night before and the
morning at the dining table. He kept his eyes lowered, focusing hard on the
designs the wooden table had to offer. He realized that one of their placemats
was a little more frayed than the others on the edges. He noticed a swirl that
looked somewhat like a flower in the table’s surface as well.
"The big news I wanted to tell you both was this,” Krul smiled. “Once our
dearest Yuuichirou here taps in a mobile number to his parents, said parents
will be joining us for dinner at what will be my insistent request. I'm sure
they'll both love to know what their darling baby boy is getting up to with
his-"
Yuuichirou snatched the phone, turning away and furiously tapped in his number
while making a rumbling noise if only to stop Krul talking further. The chair
scraped a little bit behind him and he hummed, whispering over and over for
them to answer already and when they picked up, Yuuichirou explained what
happened. He kept his head down as he slid the phone over to Krul and mumbled,
"it's for you..."
Mikaela lifted his eyes when Krul took the phone.
“Hello, this is Krul, Mikaela’s mother,” Krul said sweetly. After a moment’s
pause, she continued. “It’s a pleasure, Guren. Our sons seem quite cozy
together.” For the first time since last night, Mikaela’s eyes met Krul’s, and
when Krul winked, Mikaela felt all the mortification from before settle into
his face in the form of a blush. 
“Yes, actually, I wanted to invite you and- Shinya, was it?” Krul paused. “I’d
like to offer you to my house this evening for dinner.” Mikaela gulped,
recalling the time Guren caught them about to kiss.
Lord, give me strength, Mikaela thought woefully. 
“Sounds great!” Krul smiled broadly. “I was thinking of making…”
Mikaela stopped paying attention to her call, instead glancing over at
Yuuichirou. He studied Yuuichirou’s slightly terrified expression and he
reached over, tenderly taking Yuuichirou’s hand in his own. 
When Mikaela's hand slid into his, Yuuichirou startled, but then his terrified
expression slightly softened. 
Yuuichirou tightened his grip in a comforting gesture- whether it was for him
or for Mikaela, he wasn’t sure. Yuuichirou sucked in a deep breath and puffed
out his cheeks.
Immediately, Mikaela's touch had struck a cord of nostalgia and heat had filled
his body. Even though it was only the morning after, Yuuichirou's body
remembered the tough against his skin as though he had felt it a thousand
times.
Taking his hand back, he held it in his other and a warmer smile stretched
across his face. He tingled with excitement at the prospect at their budding
relationship and flushed at the embarrassment of being forced into a 'family
dinner' moment so goddamn soon.
Looking down to his hands and then to Mikaela, he opened his mouth as if to
silently speak, but Krul's voice seemed to grow louder and cut across his
feeble attempt.
"So, I shall be seeing you both tonight. You don't need to worry about the
wine-" It was clear in her eyes that they should. "And with that, I shall say
goodbye. A pretty lady like me is fairly busy, and I must make time for food as
well. Mhm. Bye bye.”
She set the phone down and smiled charmingly at Yuuichirou and Mikaela.
“Guren and Shinya will be joining us tonight,” Krul informed them. “We’ll play
some board games, maybe mess with the Singstar, how does that sound?”
“So…” Mikaela said softly, looking up at her nervously, “you’re not mad?
They’re not mad?”
“Well, I can’t speak for Yuuichirou’s family,” Krul shrugged. “However, I knew
it was only a matter of time. Teenagers will be teenagers.” Her words made
Mikaela blush nervously. “Anyways, I’ll prepare some lunch. You two can… do
whatever you like today, but your bedroom door has to stay open.”
Mikaela held back a frustrated groan, but he didn’t protest. He squeezed
Yuuichirou’s hand again. 
Yuuichirou began to try and head-butt the table, but he stopped himself at the
raised eyebrow Krul shot him. Instead, he used the renewed grip on his hand to
pull Mikaela into a standing position.
He startled at the quirk of Krul's lips upon seeing them holding hands and
since he was embarrassed, he let go of Mikaela's hand.
Eager to change the topic, he addressed Mikaela, asking, "want to go play some
games- I mean, video games, of course...!"
Yuuichirou's attempts at acting cool floundered under Krul's amused, spectating
gaze. He shot a hot-faced expression away from both the other occupants in the
room and puffed out his cheeks.
“Sure, that sounds just fine!” Mikaela piped up, his voice maybe a little too
high pitched to be normal. “Here, let me show you what I have- I probably don’t
have as many as you, but…” Mikaela guided Yuuichirou to the living room, where
the gaming counsel was along with the small selection of games that Mikaela
had.
They picked out something Yuuichirou wanted to play. Gaming took up most of the
afternoon. It was fun, and it kept Mikaela’s mind off of what had happened the
night before, preventing him from getting awkward boners in the middle of his
house. 
The evening came sooner than expected, and Mikaela knew that Guren and Shinya
would be arriving soon. He forgot this, however, as Yuuichirou was removing the
game disk from the counsel. He was bending over, his ass looking a little too
good in his jeans, and Mikaela was shamelessly staring at it. His eyes were
glassy and his cheeks were flushed, but then he heard a soft laugh.
He flinched and looked to his left, his expression still lustful as he saw
Guren and Shinya. Shinya was smiling teasingly. Guren looked like he was about
to punch a new hole in the wall. 
“H-Hello!” Mikaela squawked out, awkwardly standing. Did they see him staring
at Yuuichirou’s ass just a moment ago…? 
The answer to Mikaela's question was yes. Yes, they had seen, and Yuuichirou
knew they had seen because of the strangled squeak that escaped Guren's throat
and forced Yuuichirou to leap to his feet.
"What are you doing here-…” his voice trailed off as he remembered the
stupidity of the question. He grit his teeth together. "Ignore that, so I hear-
"
Guren quickly cut in. "- That you are sleeping with the tutor I sought out for
you. Yes, don't worry. I know, and I have got to say, you brat, that-"
"We're not sleeping together yet! I mean- fuck..." Yuuichirou snapped his lips
together and slapped his forehead. 
The atmosphere quickly grew heavy from how awkward it all became.
“Please, come inside, get comfortable!” Krul interrupted from behind them,
smiling sweetly. 
“Oh, I love the colors in the dining room,” Shinya complimented. “The pastel
theme is really cute and welcoming…”
“You think so?” Krul laughed softly. “Why thank you!”
The two of them gushing over each other and the house made Guren calm down, and
Mikaela was saved from his glares for some time. 
“I’m not done talking about this,” Guren hissed quietly so that both Yuuichirou
and Mikaela heard him. Mikaela gulped and looked at his feet, only glancing
back up when Guren joined Shinya and Krul. 
Mikaela glanced at Yuuichirou, wondering how he was holding up over all this.
“Yuu-chan?” Mikaela questioned softly. 
"Mika, remember it’s better to have loved, then lost than to never have loved
at all. Remember this, because Guren is going to kill one of us for sure."
Yuuichirou sighed, his expression turning sour as he headed to the doorway.
Looking back over to his shoulder towards Mikaela, he smiled warmly.
Contrary to what he just said, Yuuichirou chuckled. "It shouldn't be too bad...
Guren just needs to get used to the idea. He is probably just as flustered as
we are..."
Rubbing the back of his head and messing up his hair, Yuuichirou sighed once
more and jabbed a finger towards the rest. "Come on! The faster this is over,
the faster we can be alone."
The moment he realized how dirty that sounded, he groaned louder and from the
next room over, Guren barked, "Yuuichirou, get your ass in here now!"
Mikaela chuckled nervously at Guren’s snapping, and he followed slowly, praying
for his boyfriend and maybe for himself, too. He settled down at the table
politely, excited for the meal Krul had prepared.
What he wasn’t so excited about was being seated directly across the table from
Guren. 
At least Yuuichirou only had to look at Shinya! Krul was seated to Mikaela’s
side at the head of the table, so he was cornered by the two of them.
Yuuichirou only had to deal with Shinya’s friendly teasing!
Mikaela let out a small sigh, but he tried his best to appear nonchalant, even
if he was internally screaming. He focused on the food as it was passed around
and everyone took their share. 
It was relatively peaceful throughout their meal, with most of the talking
exchanged between Krul, Guren and Shinya as they got to know each other.
However, by the time Mikaela and Yuuichirou were finished with their meals,
they couldn’t escape quite yet. As Mikaela knew and warned Yuuichirou ahead of
time, they could not just leave the table after they finished eating. They had
to stay and wait for everyone to be finished, and even then, they had to wait
for Krul to dismiss them.
None of the adults were even close to finishing, not to mention the bottle of
wine on the table.
They were trapped. Mikaela gulped when he made eye contact with Guren. 
The gulp drew Yuuichirou's attention.
He sent a sidelong glance Mikaela's way, heart hammering a mile a minute, and
then seriously contemplated spilling the bottle of wine on himself to escape
the awkwardness.
... And then Guren spoke, and Yuuichirou had to tense his hands at the question
that was directed at Mikaela.
"So did this start before or after your tutoring- if I find out that you two
were fooling around in my house, I'll..."
Krul quickly cut through the tense questions with one directed at Shinya. "So
how long have you both been together?"
“We met about five years ago,” Shinya replied, chipper as always. “We’ve been
dating for three of those years. We got engaged last year.”
“How sweet,” Krul cooed, sipping on her wine. “And how about you two?” She
turned her eyes to Mikaela and Yuuichirou.
She saved us, then she turned on us,Mikaela thought bitterly.
“U-Uh,” Mikaela stammered, glancing at everyone. “Since… yesterday.”
“That’s it?” Shinya said, honestly shocked. 
“Well, I’ve liked him-“ Mikaela stopped, his face flushing hot. “F-For a while
before this.” He wouldn’t admit he was borderline stalking Yuuichirou, hoping
for his senpai to notice him! That would be way too embarrassing to admit… 
"A while?" Yuuichirou suddenly replied, suspicious. 
The way Mikaela's tone sounded… it was almost as if he had fallen before
Yuuichirou.
Considering he had had that weird ‘love at first sight’ feeling, he felt like
he was missing something.
For a moment, Yuuichirou was able to forget the weird situation they were in
and fully focus on Mikaela.
"How long ago is a while? We only met this year.” His eyes were narrow with
confusion, and when Shinya giggled at his accusatory tone, Yuuichirou startled
into remembering why the topic was bought up in the first place.
Mikaela’s heart was racing and he choked on the air, his mouth opening and
closing as he fumbled for something to say. 
Shit, what do I say… Mikaela felt himself panic slightly, his heart thundering.
“Oh, it seems there are some secrets here,” Shinya jutted in curiously. “How
interesting.”
Mikaela accidentally made eye contact with Guren, tensing at the look in his
eyes.
“Did you have feelings for him when I asked you to tutor him?” Guren asked,
surprisingly soft in his tone.
Mikaela got impossibly redder. 
“Aw, but what about Yuuichirou, hm?” Krul suddenly said, her eyes sliding to
the one in question. “I’m sure you didn’t start liking him yesterday.”
Yuuichirou turned wildly to Mikaela. What is this? The damned parent trap...
uh, not really, but still! 
His eyes narrowed and he did his very best to keep them trained on a rather
uninteresting spot on the kitchen wall (one he figured he would soon be well
acquainted with) and tried to pass off his colored cheeks with a hard laugh.
"Why does it matter when I started liking him huh, huh…?” Yuuichirou said
loudly. “He still has to answer his question! I can't just come out and tell
him it was love at first sight! Do you know how-" 
Shinya coughed, and that time Yuuichirou turned to the table and bashed his
head on it. Despite the ache and sudden trembling of the table legs, he dared
not pull away until a hand pushed on his head, and from the way the hand spread
in his hair, he knew it was Guren.
Slowly he sat up, and in an embarrassed mumble, he said, "I walked into a pole,
I was so attracted to him. Shouldn't that say it all...?"
When Shinya actually stood up to bow down with laughter and even Guren's
deadpan expression quirked, Yuuichirou knew he had perhaps said just a little
too much.
Even Mikaela was staring, shock clear in his eyes.
“Y-You what?” Mikaela squeaked a little, and Krul let out a delighted laugh. 
“Lovebirds, aren’t they?” She sighed. “Well, let’s start this board game and
finish off the wine.” She must have decided enough was enough, but Mikaela knew
the torture was far from over.
They pulled out a game, which Mikaela and Yuuichirou very reluctantly took part
in. Both of them were stiff, trying their best not to look at or reveal their
thoughts to the adults in the room.
But regardless, Mikaela found himself constantly looking at Yuuichirou through
the corner of his eye.
He was just too cute. His cheeks were a soft pink, his eyes were glimmering as
they concentrated on the game, and his eyelashes were so full, so naturally
stunning… his hair curled around his face perfectly and his profile was without
a flaw. Mikaela felt his heart pounding heavily, and he wanted to see
Yuuichirou lose control again. He wanted to see Yuuichirou flustered, trembling
with pleasure…
Mikaela daringly slid his hand over, resting it on Yuuichirou’s thigh, then
slowly began to move it into the innermost parts in a slow, teasing rhythm. 
At the same moment, two things happened. Guren coughed and Yuuichirou squeaked,
drawing in all of their attentions. 
Luckily, it seemed both Guren and Shinya were far to used to Yuuichirou's odd-
isms that they shook his off, and Guren explained his cough away as wine going
down the wrong hole. Yuuichirou shot Mikaela this disbelieving look, but the
closer the hand crept, the faster Yuuichirou's dick went erect.
He swallowed shakily, and before Mikaela could read his expression wrong and
pull away, Yuuichirou laid his hand on top of Mikaela's to keep it in place.
Keeping a well-trained gaze on the adults who had chosen to ignore the two boys
in favor of generic conversation during the game, Yuuichirou felt pride at how
well he was holding himself together.
Honestly, he was desperate to excuse himself and run to the bathroom to jerk
off, but he had to admit this kind of teasing torture was both exciting and
super erotic: he never imagined Mikaela had it in him to be so dirty!
When it came to his go on the game, if any of the adults noticed his
twitchiness, they sure didn't mention it- although Shinya did have this all-
knowing look in his eyes and Guren was sending side-long glances in Mikaela's
direction.
Finishing up his turn, Yuuichirou felt like he had just run a marathon. His
everything was running so fast, and god damn did his cock ache. Unable to hold
it anymore, he quickly scraped his chair back. "I need to go to the bathroom,
I'll be a minute." A few eyes regarded him, but the adults were so into the
game that they didn’t really pay attention to Yuuichirou’s escape.
Never in his life had Yuuichirou ever run so fast.
“No, Shinya, I don’t lose the damn turn,” Guren snapped, far too focused and
competitive over the game to focus on what’s going on. “It says right here that
I move four spaces.”
“Aha, but you didn’t wait for me to roll before you drew the next card,” Shinya
argued, looking almost deadly through his smile. “Which means I get to go
again.”
“Both of you are wrong,” Krul shook her fist, the wine getting to her already.
“No, look here. In the directions, it clearly states…”
Mikaela watched them all, a bit disappointed in how a bunch of drunken adults
could get so vicious over a board game. 
However, it was the perfect distraction.
“There’s no toilet paper in the bathroom, I’ll go fix that,” Mikaela announced,
then left the table before he could see their reactions.
Even so, when he turned the corner, they were all still fighting over the rules
of the board game. 
Mikaela made a beeline to the bathroom, not even bothering to knock as he
shoved the door open and walked inside.
As the door opened, Yuuichirou's head whipped around sporting a vague
replication of the well known deer-in-thee- headlights look. Only when he
realized that it was Mikaela did his eyes brighten gratefully and he let out
the breath he didn't even know he was holding.
"F-Fuck, Mika... I-" 
He quickly noticed that he had turned to Mikaela with his pants lowered down,
his erect dick on display and the humiliation of holding one hand around it,
clearly about to jerk off. Gulping hard and blushing madly, he shook his head.
Mikaela knew what to expect when he barged into the bathroom, but it still
caught him off guard. He shut the door behind him quickly, staring at
Yuuichirou with his cheeks burning hotter.
"This isn't what it looks like. I was only going to- oi, what is that face
you're making?" Yuuichirou stared at Mikaela with an expression akin to both a
glare and total embarrassment. "You planned to make me run away, didn't
you...?"
And if Mikaela hadn't, well... now Yuuichirou felt even more embarrassed at
stroking Mikaela's ego. In an attempt to defend his words, he said, "it's
hardly my fault it feels really good when you touch me, I mean-" he quickly
stopped again.
... And then took in a deep breath. 
In the end, he decided there was only one way to shut himself up. He crossed
the gap and kissed Mikaela hard, swinging his arms around Mikaela's neck and
held him tightly. "You made me hard. You better fix it!" 
The kiss was more than welcomed. Mikaela let out a soft sound, holding him
close.
“I’ll fix it,” Mikaela whispered, turning them around so Yuuichirou was pressed
against the door. “But I’ll fix both of us.” He was hard, too. With shaking
hands, Mikaela pulled out his own erection, then stepped forward and ground
their hips together.
He held their dicks together, groaning at the way they rubbed against each
other, then silenced Yuuichirou with a deep kiss. He pushed his tongue into
Yuuichirou’s mouth and pumped their cocks with his hand, each nudge and brush
of Yuuichirou’s cock on his own making him shudder. 
Almost immediately, the action made Yuuichirou's knees weak.
He wanted nothing more than to slide down to the floor and get even more
intimate, but the bathroom was the last place he wanted to give the honor of
his first time having sex with Mikaela to. No. That he wanted to give in a bed
in one of their bedrooms, where nobody would interrupt for once.
So he didn't complain. He enjoyed the friction and the rubbing. Moving his
hands, he grabbed Mikaela's hips and pulled them both tighter together. It felt
so good- too good, even. That simple bit of teasing on Mikaela's part had
driven him to be this horny, and somehow- just somehow, he had managed to avoid
this situation for so long.
It just seemed that having their feelings out on the table with all their
parents seemingly fine with it was making him feel even more towards Mikaela.
With those extended feelings came a really hot and horny body.
Without a care and silenced by Mikaela's wonderful lips on his own, Yuuichirou
didn't hold back. He wanted to come. He was desperate to spill and then clean
up, then hopefully finish this night in a bed doing a lot more than just
rubbing against each other.
He was desperate for it.
Mikaela rutted against him, also desperate as he trailed his free hand up
Yuuichirou’s body. He slid it under Yuuichirou’s shirt, feeling his skin and
rubbing at his nipple as he pumped their cocks together.
They just needed some release, after being pent up all day together, unable to
take advantage of it because of Krul’s prying eyes… 
Mikaela broke away from the kiss, leaning down and kissing Yuuichirou’s jaw. He
licked up and down, nipping the skin with small pinches, panting against his
skin as he rolled his hips forward for more heat.
“Yuu-chan-“ Mikaela gasped out shakily, his hand speeding up. God, how he just
wanted to come- how he wanted to make Yuuichirou come, too… 
Getting the gist of what Mikaela wanted, Yuuichirou was in no way trying to
stop the outcome.
He was tittering on the edge of coming, but he just wasn't quite there yet. It
wasn't until he grabbed Mikaela tighter and slammed Mikaela up against the door
that he managed it. Mikaela’s eyes widened at the sudden switch in position,
his breath halting for a second at the impact. With a hard grunt and one final
thrust of his hips into the motion of Mikaela's hands, Yuuichirou came.
Mikaela flushed at the sight of Yuuichirou’s orgasm.
His cum spurted up, landing on Mikaela's hands, luckily missing their clothes.
Mikaela whimpered; it was hot and sticky on his hands. Yuuichirou panted
harshly and leaned his head onto Mikaela's shoulder while trying to keep the
movement going to help Mikaela finish as well. 
It was hard to believe that they were being so naughty after being so innocent
beforehand.
Yuuichirou’s little stunt was more than enough. Mikaela whimpered and trembled,
weakly gasping, “Yuu-senpai…”
Using the original nickname he’d given Yuuichirou was enough to push Mikaela
over the edge. He quivered and came into their hands, his throat dry as he
exhaled and tilted his head back against the door. 
When he came to, he was looking at Yuuichirou’s flushed face and hazy
expression. It was way too sexy… Mikaela was swallowing heavily and wondering
how Yuuichirou managed to be this hot. 
And as Mikaela wondered, for Yuuichirou, reality set in. Both boys had
disappeared. He knew the bang from pushing Mikaela against the door had been
loud, and chances were...
“Oi, brat!”
There it was, Guren's voice. "What are you doing up there? Drowning in the
toilet? Tch, wouldn't be the first time..."
Yuuichirou quickly shot Mikaela a look, begging him not to ask. Although, from
how flustered he was, it may have appeared as something else.
"...You need to get downstairs before Shinya cheats and I break Krul's board!"
Guren added.
Mikaela was silent, almost holding his breath. He couldn’t speak, or else Guren
would know he was in there, and they’d both be killed. 
Mikaela stared at Yuuichirou, asking him to do something already.
Yuuichirou flustered at Mikaela's pointed stare and glared. There he was,
suffocating as he held his breath as to not give away that he was panting hard,
and Mikaela wanted him to do something?
"Yuu. Why aren't you answering. I heard a bang. Did you hurt-"
"I slipped up and fell into the door when Mikaela surprised me appearing with
toilet paper!" He quickly yelled, hoping that that would be good enough.
"Give me a minute!"
Some silence followed Yuuichirou’s hurried explanation until Guren finally
answered.
“Whatever, idiot… just come downstairs,” Guren said, then footsteps slowly
faded away from the door. Mikaela let out a heavy sigh, sulking against the
door. 
“We should get back down there,” Mikaela said. “I’ll go first.” He leaned
closer, pressing a sweet, soft kiss to Yuuichirou’s lips. “Just a little
longer,” he whispered, then slipped out of the door without another word.
Yuuichirou shut the door behind Mikaela, if only to give himself a breather and
fall deeper into the disbelief that Mikaela- cute, darling Mikaela- was
actually really lewd. Yuuichirou's lips quirked into a grin. He had no problem
with it. 
Sucking in a deep breath, Yuuichirou cleaned himself up and then prepared
himself for what was sure to be an unforgettable rest of the evening.
Several hours later, and he most definitely wasn't wrong. 
Between the games (that turned violent after the second bottle of wine) and the
really cheesy singstar (that both Mikaela and Yuuichirou rocked), Yuuichirou
finally ended the night flopping down on the sofa, completely out of energy.
Behind him, Guren and Krul were determining which of them was the better
singer. Shinya was doing a spectacular rendition of some song that Yuuichirou
had never heard of, and Mikaela- Yuuichirou smiled when he turned to Mikaela
and pursed his lips together, contently wishing he could push them against
Mikaela's.
"Ne, Mika. Come sit down already. Let the adults have the floor for a bit."
Even if they technically had it all evening, he’d let them have their fun. He
was almost positive this whole day was meant to be about him and Mikaela,
centering around when they were caught doing naughty things. Apparently, that
no longer mattered. Mikaela came and sat next to Yuuichirou, smiling when he
nuzzled into Mikaela’s side and relaxed. 
Yuuichirou closed his eyes...
... And when he opened them again, Shinya had stopped singing and left the
living area. Guren and Krul sounded too far away. He narrowed his eyes and
asked Mikaela, "do you think they even remember we're here?" Mikaela shrugged.
“I doubt it,” he said softly. “Hey, Yuu-chan…” Mikaela shifted. “Lay like
this.” He then maneuvered them so Mikaela was on his back and Yuuichirou laid
across his body, his head against Mikaela’s chest. “Are you comfy like this?”
He slowly threaded his fingers through Yuuichirou’s hair, gently petting it and
internally gushing over how soft it was. 
"I'm not- guuuh..." Yuuichirou purred like a cat and his whole body went lax on
top of Mikaela's. "I'm the comfiest guy in the world. That feels amazing." He
closed his eyes, turning his head slightly so that he could hear the subtle
thump, thumpof Mikaela's heart. His throat rumbled happily.
This was it. This was what he needed after such a crazy day. Some alone time
with Mikaela, some cuddles on the sofa, and Mikaela’s fingers making him feel
so, so good. He swallowed thickly, fighting back a yawn. This was the perfect
opportunity to do something naughty, but he was so, so tired.
It didn't take long before he nuzzled against Mikaela and placed a soft kiss on
his chest before returning to his resting position. He fell into a dazed sleep
state.
Mikaela smiled warmly, loving how nice Yuuichirou smelled and how comfortably
his body fit into Mikaela's.
This is heaven. Mikaela smiled, feeling his face warm and his heart swell with
love. 
Love?
Mikaela blushed at his own thoughts, but before he got too flustered, he felt
his eyelids get heavy and a yawn stretched his jaw. 
— 
"Hey, brat, it's time we leave-" 
Guren stopped, seeing Yuuichirou and Mikaela nuzzled together, asleep on the
couch. 
Seeing Mikaela hold his son as he was... 
Guren noticed a blanket folded on a loveseat in the corner of the room. He
walked over and grabbed it, then covered them up and took a moment to look at
them. He saw Yuuichirou nuzzle into Mikaela's chest, a small smile on his face,
and he saw the rosy color on Mikaela's cheeks and the protective arm he had
around Yuuichirou's shoulders. 
He sighed. 
"Shinya," he said as he entered the kitchen again. "Let's come get him in the
morning." 
"Hm?" Shinya smiled knowingly. "Is your cold little heart warming up?" 
"Shut up... Let's go, before I change my mind."
***** I'd Love to Grope With You *****
Chapter Summary
     They wake up as horny as ever, and it just doesn't end- even when
     they aren't physically together. Luckily, technology exists, and
     accidental sexting occurs.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Soft. It’s soft and firm and... moving?
Yuuichirou blinked awake. Sunlight pooled over his lower half. With a
struggling yawn, he looked over his shoulder in a daze to see hands relaxed on
his back. His own hips were-
“Nghh..." he took in a deep breath, then turned back to see Mikaela asleep. He
groaned.
He was so damned horny.
Unable to stop the way his hips rocked nor regret the tickling pleasure the
friction gave to his dick, Yuuichirou decided to wake Mikaela up in the best
way possible for that moment. He snuck a hand between them both, trying his
best to smoothly pull both of their pants down. When their dicks were only
covered by their boxers, he moaned louder.
"Mika," he whispered softly. "Mika, w-wake-fuck-wake up."
He bowed his head, trembling as his whole body reacted to a shift in Mikaela's
body. It felt so good, but he was so out of it that he couldn't make heads or
tails of anything. Not really thinking about it, he whimpered Mikaela's name
and dipped his head so that their lips touched.
Surprisingly, he didn't mind the morning breath all too much. It just added to
Mikaela's appeal. Pulling Mikaela's lower lip between his teeth, he nipped
playfully and as he began to really wake up, began rubbing his hips down
harder. "N-Ngh, Mika... Mika, come on. Wake up and play..."
Mikaela’s mind was hazy, but he woke up to the feeling of Yuuichirou’s hips
grinding on his own. He was blurry, confused, but his body was reacting,
heating up and kissing Yuuichirou back.
He could tell it was Yuuichirou before he even opened his eyes. He recognized
Yuuichirou’s smell, his taste, and the feeling of his skin.
He reached up, placing his hands on Yuuichirou’s waist now that he was more
awake. He groaned softly, tilting his head and kissing him deeper, shivering as
their tongues met.
He rolled his hips up and gasped as their cocks rubbed together.
“Yuu-chan…”
"Mika..."
Yuuichirou moaned quietly. This was it. That glorious, pleasurable sensation
from before. Only… this early in the morning, when all of his senses weren't
all quite up to speed, it all felt so much better.
The intimacy was all too much for him. Ducking his head into the crook of
Mikaela's shoulder, he whined softly and rut his hips a little faster. "It
feels so good, Mika... so good."
Biting down lightly onto Mikaela's skin, his whole body trembled at how close
he was already. There was just something about Mikaela… and yet, despite being
this close- he wanted more.
"Mika, Mika, I want more... f-fuck, please, I need-" He had no idea what he
needed, but he damn well needed it soon.
“Y-Yuu-chan-“ Mikaela was swept away by his emotions. He wrestled them over so
he had Yuuichirou underneath him, in a more intimate position to grind himself
in between Yuuichirou’s perfect thighs.
“I-I’ve loved you for so long…” Mikaela gasped out, pressing kiss after kiss
onto Yuuichirou’s soft lips. “I-I’ve wanted you for so long-“ he pressed
another kiss down, “-and I’m so glad y-you want me…” He threaded his hands
through Yuuichirou’s hair and continued to drive his hips into Yuuichirou’s.
“I’m so glad you’re mine…” He gasped, trembling from how close he was to
coming.
"Fuck."
Yuuichirou came.
In the surprise from hearing such a passionate declaration, so full of love
than the lust they both woke up with, Yuuichirou couldn't last. He came jerkily
and moaned without a care towards who else might be in the house.
He was too lost in the moment.
Going lax as his body trembled from the aftermath, he whimpered as he replied,
"what do you mean… loved me for so long... it's only been some months, Mika."
He then remembered back to the last conversation where a similar topic was
brought up. He placed a hand steadily against Mikaela's chest.
"Do you have something you want to tell me, Mika...?"
Mikaela tensed up, his heart pounding as he stared down at Yuuichirou. He was
sure Yuuichirou could feel his heartbeat against the palm of his hand. He
licked his lips nervously.
“Uhm-“
“Good morning, boys!”
Mikaela jerked his head to the side, looking over the top of the couch to see
Krul standing there with a tray in her hands with orange juice and pancakes on
it.
“Krul!?” Mikaela squawked. “How long have you-“
“I just got here, no worries,” Krul said with a smirk, making Mikaela cringe
slightly. “Anyways, here’s some breakfast, sleepy-heads. Afterwards, we have to
take Yuuichirou home.”
Yuuichirou died a little inside.
What absolutely terrible timing. He could feel the embarrassment creeping up
his neck, and with a bit of a push, he tried to sit up. The stickiness below
made a sound and he dropped back into a laying position, hoping that Krul
hadn't heard a thing.
"I-uh-I… Mika, I really need to go wash my f-face first. Yeah. That." He looked
to the side to see if there were any reflective surfaces that could be telling
of what they had just done, and he was thankful that there were none.
It didn't help at all that Mikaela had just admitted something considerably...
emotional, and he really wanted to react properly, but now with Krul there and
the smell of pancakes, he just... couldn’t.
In a way, Mikaela was slightly thankful for the interruption. It gave him an
excuse to turn his burning red face away and let Yuuichirou go before he had to
admit he was watching Yuuichirou from afar for ages before they formally met.
He wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit that, after all. It just sort of
blurted out from him in the midst of pleasuring Yuuichirou.
Mikaela didn’t even realize how hungry he was, but both he and Yuuichirou
became too focused on their food. They were teased by Krul, of course, but then
Mikaela was told he had to walk Yuuichirou home.
They were halfway through their walk when Mikaela glanced over at him, a blush
staining his cheeks.
“Hey, Yuu-chan…” he said softly, “are we… uh…” Saying the words made his heart
pound, but he managed to speak anyways. “Are we boyfriends…?”
Yuuichirou stared at Mikaela carefully. The question weighed down his heart. It
was a question that should have never been asked at all, and yet there it was,
in a moment swallowed by flashbacks. Yuuichirou remembered how they met-
through Guren, of course.
He remembered- with startling clarity- the utterly embarrassing mess up at the
ice cream shop, the troubles that came from the time Mikaela drank with
Yuuichirou and his friends, and he remembered how swift and deeply he had
fallen for Mikaela.
Blinking, he pursed his lips together and stretched them into a smile.
"Of course we're dating now, stupid!" He shook his head, incredulously trying
not to feel offended. His unease lifted at the look Mikaela gave him. "I
thought we were dating from that time... with our families and..." He looked
away hotly, puffing out his cheeks.
“I’m glad to hear…” Mikaela smiled softly, reaching over and squeezing
Yuuichirou’s hand. “I dunno, I just wanted to make sure.” He glanced shyly
around, wondering if anyone would see them, but once his eyes caught
Yuuichirou’s soft blush and beautiful profile, he was too distracted to care
about their surroundings.
Though, sadly enough, they were in front of Yuuichirou’s house. Mikaela sighed
a little and reluctantly let go of Yuuichirou’s hand.
“Well, I guess… I should go back home,” Mikaela said, a little reluctantly.
“I’ll text you later, then…?”
Now what? Mikaela thought, fidgeting slightly. Should he… do something else?
Kiss him goodbye…?
Yuuichirou didn't give Mikaela the option to decide. He reached out, sliding
his arms over the soft fabric covering Mikaela's shoulders and then wrapped
them around his neck, tugging him in to kiss him.
We’re dating now, right? This is perfectly fine to do, right? Yuuichirou
thought as their lips pressed together.
He tilted his head to the side and moaned softly, pushing his tongue into
Mikaela's mouth before running his fingers into Mikaela's hair and moving flush
against him. It wasn't his intention to do something so hot outside, but
Mikaela was an addiction. The memory of that morning flowed to his mind and his
body set alight with passion.
To Mikaela, Yuuichirou was the drug, his addiction.
He had overwhelmed Mikaela in mere seconds, making him flush with heat. He
groaned shakily, tenderly putting his arms around Yuuichirou's waist and
gripping, holding him close and feeling his heart beat wildly.
It took all of Yuuichirou’s willpower to pull away, and when he did, he
stumbled backwards a step. His body twitched but he tried his best to hide it
and said, "y-yeah, home. Text. S-Sounds good." Oh God, how he wanted to touch
Mikaela... how he wanted to pull him inside and do such naughty things with
him. He really needed to get to the bedroom and fast.
Mikaela held back from pressing him against the door and taking him right
there, after seeing Yuuichirou’s eyes aflame with such desire, all flushed hot
and out of breath...
"See you soon, Yuu-chan," Mikaela managed to smile, and he finally turned
around and headed towards his house, hands still shaking slightly and heart
still pounding mercilessly.
—
Yuuichirou staggered into his bedroom before collapsing stomach-first on the
bed. His feet still dragged on the floor, but from this angle, the edge of the
bed provided great friction for his throbbing cock. Stretching out his arm, he
bunched the sheets between his right hand and with his left tried to undress
himself; not that he made it easy.
Mikaela wasn't just a drug, he was an addiction. He was that thing that
swallowed Yuuichirou's very being and left him humping his bed like some
teenager who had just hit puberty. It was embarrassing, but it was hot, so very
hot.
It took all of his effort to drag into those bunched sheets and flop on his
back while using his heels to edge his head to the pillow. He glanced to the
door of his room to check it was shut and heaved a glad sigh that it was. He
finally managed to unbutton his pants, and his hard cock sprung out, wet at the
top. Yuuichirou closed his eyes.
He had to text Mikaela. But the moment Mikaela flashed into his mind, texting
was the last thing he thought of. Rather, he gazed down his body and envisioned
Mikaela there between his legs and he knew he was fucked.
Mikaela, meanwhile, was in the same situation.
He got home, told Krul he was taking a nap and darted to his room. Without
wasting a moment alone, he had his hand down between his thighs and he was
stroking his throbbing cock, a satisfied shudder making him tremble.
He remembered how gorgeous Yuuichirou looked, all flushed red and sweaty. He
remembered Yuuichirou's moans, he way he whimpered Mikaela's name with a tremor
in his voice from the pleasure.
He imagined how nice it'd be to have Yuuichirou thriving beneath him, legs
spread and allowing Mikaela inside...
Mikaela moved his hand faster, his breaths becoming thinner.
At the same time, Yuuichirou was reaching into the draw of his bedside table.
Yuuichirou pulled out the lotion that was now a permanent resident of his room
and wiggled his pants down to his ankles, flinging them and his underwear to
the ground using his toes. Squeezing the lotion onto his hands, he couldn't
care when half of it dripped down onto his chest when he rubbed the lotion in
his hands together.
Once it had warmed, he got onto his knees, stuck his butt up in the air and
pressed his face into the pillow, facing off to the side to allow himself room
to breathe. Closing his eyes, he went back to the fantasy, sticking his own wet
fingers into his ass while imagining Mikaela doing it. Yuuichirou wrapped his
free hand around his cock, vividly able to imagine it being Mikaela's.
Stretching his ass and stroking his cock, Yuuichirou turned his face into the
pillow so that his steadily growing louder moans were muted until he had to
lift his head up and gasp in a deep breath. It felt so good, so very good- but
he knew it would feel so much better if Mikaela was there with him. If Mikaela
was there thrusting his thick, hot cock inside and...
Yuuichirou came.
Cum splattered down over his hand and onto the bedsheets. His hole tightened
around his fingers and he imagined Mikaela coming deep inside of him. He fell
flat on the bed and slipped his fingers out from inside of him. His arms ached
and his cock twitched sensitively against the bedsheets, but at least he was
sated... for now.
Mikaela tilted his head back, panting, trying to contain a deep groan as he
pumped himself faster.
If only he knew what Yuuichirou was doing at the same moment.
He was imagining Yuuichirou arching into him, body bending up to his own. He
imagined Yuuichirou clenching around his cock, gasping with the pleasure of it
all. He pictured the sheen of sweat over Yuuichirou's body, his nipples perky
and cock swollen and wet...
He pictured Yuuichirou's lips pink from kissing, his neck scattered with
hickeys, his hair messy from Mikaela's hard grips and pulls.
He could almost hear Yuuichirou's sighs, moans and hitched breaths.
All of it peaked into a single moment and Mikaela grit his teeth, squeezing
eyes eyes shut as he finally came into the palm of his hand. Hot release made
him go weak and limp, and he flopped back against the mattress, chest rising
and falling quickly.
He really had it bad. Worse than ever before, now that he was so close to
actually making love to Yuuichirou...
Yuuichirou tried to text Mikaela, but between the lotion and cum, his hands
were too sticky to even touch his phone. He knew what he had to do, and with a
severe desire to just sleep, he managed to force himself to the bathroom,
tentatively checking that he was alone. Luckily, he was. He didn't think Guren
was home, and it had been a bit of a risk doing what he just did, but perhaps
that was half of the excitement.
Inside of the bathroom, he sat on the toilet and leaned over to run the bath.
It wasn't until he sat down inside of it and let the warmth run over him that
he thought of Mikaela once more, making his cock twitch greedily in the water.
He decided then that Mikaela was going to be the god damn death of him, and
after drying his hands with a towel, he reached for the phone he had left on
the stool next to the tub and pulled up Mikaela's messages.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: Hey Mika! It's Yuu! Can't stop thinking about u!
It might have been a little over zealous, but he had just come to the fantasy
of Mikaela pounding his ass, and his cock was twitching with the memory of a
mere fantasy. He dared not wet one hand should Mikaela text back. Half of him
wondered what it would be like to just call Mikaela right then, tell him how
hot he was, and ask Mikaela how he would help…
Just the thought of Mikaela’s voice saying such dirty things made him almost
drop his phone in the water.
Mikaela almost fell asleep, but the buzz of his phone jerked him awake. He sat
up and went to the bathroom,
washed his hands and then returned, laying down on his stomach and kicking his
feet back in the air as he replied to Yuuichirou.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: Of course I know it's you, Yuu-chan! You're so cute :P
He smiled at the texts on his screen, eyes warm with affection.
He sighed, wondering what to do now that the holiday festivities were
beginning. He had some brief thoughts of going to a festival with Yuuichirou,
seeing him in a yukata, blushing and asking Mikaela if he looked good...
He texted Yuuichirou again.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: Should we go out this weekend? Why not the festival?
Yuuichirou glanced down to the returned text and his face brightened happily at
such an idea. The elation got to him and he acted a little swiftly when he
replied, quickly tapping in;
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: I’d love to grope with you.
His entire frame went scarlet. He read the words at the exact same time he
pressed ‘send’ and watched with utter horror as the word ‘sent’ appeared next
to the message. What was worse was when he went to correct himself, in his
flustered state, he almost dropped the phone into the water.
By the time he had managed to collect himself and grip the phone tightly,
Mikaela had had ample time to read it. When he looked to the screen, as sure as
the evening was dark, the message had a little ‘read’ next to it. Yuuichirou
groaned loudly as he sunk lower into the water.
Trying to cover for himself, he tapped in another message.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: sorry, I have sticky fingers and it autocorrected me!
He quickly realized how suggestive ‘sticky fingers’ sounded just as he had
pressed ‘send’ in time to see an immediate ‘read.’
”Argh, what is wrong with me!?" Yuuichirou cursed himself out loud, voice
echoing in the bathroom.
Mikaela was surprised, to say the least. He just finished jacking himself off,
but Yuuichirou maybe hadn’t touched himself yet.
It was obvious; he seemed pretty horny when Mikaela had to leave. When the
second message came through, Mikaela smirked, interpreting the cover-up as
teasing.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: Sticky fingers? Wow, Yuu-chan… you didn’t even clean up
after yourself? Were you thinking of me? ;)
Mikaela actually had no idea Yuuichirou had touched himself, and that
Yuuichirou definitely had thought of Mikaela. He was just teasing back,
unbeknownst of the truth.
Little did he know how accurate his flirtatious suggestions were.
Mikaela laid back on his bed, sighing and slipping his hand beneath the edge of
his pants, lazily stroking and playing with himself to get his body buzzed and
interested again.
Yuuichirou splashed in the water, slipping deeper beneath the ripples as he
blushed scarlet. His nose burned and his cheeks colored in a way only Mikaela
could cause before he furiously tapped back.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: I wasn't thinking about you touching me, no!
He didn't think at all once he pressed send. It wasn’t until he re-read what he
wrote and once again cursed. That wasn't what Mikaela had asked in the
slightest…! Despite his frustration, he kept a keen eye to see what Mikaela
might reply. When it took a moment, Yuuichirou picked up his phone.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: And I'm cleaning myself right now! I'm in the bath, you
know!
Mikaela’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. He was amused at Yuuichirou’s freudian
slip before the second text came in, and that set Mikaela’s imagination off.
He moved his own hand a little more intently, his cock twitching in interest.
Picturing Yuuichirou, naked in the tub, all flushed with his body wet and
shiny… he could only imagine what sort of faces Yuuichirou would make if
Mikaela touched him in his most tender, sensitive areas. They’d be even softer,
and maybe by kissing and touching those areas, Yuuichirou would make the
keenest, most lewd sounds…
Mikaela shuddered and collected himself enough to reply.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: That makes me want to come over and take a bath with
you… I bet you look gorgeous.
He gulped a little, momentarily wondering if he sounded creepy, but Yuuichirou
was his boyfriend, right? He could say those things openly now.
Yuuichirou dipped his lips beneath the water and softly yelled when the next
text came his way. He could hardly believe what Mikaela was saying… and neither
could his cock, apparently. His perked up, interested at where these messages
were going, and gulped with his lips pursed together. He pulled his lips into a
devilish smile and giggled.
Two could play that dirty game.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: I wish you could be here with me too, I bet you look
really good soaking wet.
His finger wavered over the send button as he reminded himself that yes, they
were dating now, and this was perfectly acceptable. That and his cock gently
throbbed to remind him there were only good things to gain going down this
route.
Mikaela grit his teeth.
“Fuck, Yuu-chan…” he whispered out loud, gripping his cock and pumping himself
faster. He imagined what it’d be like, holding Yuuichirou against his wet, hot
body, rocking his dick inside and out of Yuuichirou as the water sloshed around
them…
He would love to hear Yuuichirou’s moans echoing in the bathroom. The heat of
the water would surely make his skin pinkish… Mikaela’s throat was getting dry
from such mental images.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: Yuu-chan, I want to fuck you in the bath, I bet it’d be
so warm
As he was debating on if that was okay to say, he hit ‘send’ too soon and
gasped a little softly. The riskiness in his text turned him on even more, and
he rolled his hips into the heat of his palm, trembling and biting his lip.
Yuuichirou whined and texted back far too quickly.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: That's not fair, Mika! You can't say that after how you
left me at the door... so mean...
He could still remember their goodbye and his cock throbbed harder. He couldn't
deny it anymore and he slowly curled one hand around himself, stroking slowly.
It suddenly occurred to him that now, texting would be far too hard. Eyeing the
phone, he nibbled on his lower lip and considered seeing if Mikaela would be
fine to call... But then, he decided that surely, that really was going to
fast, too soon.
Still, he felt so horny. He could vividly imagine Mikaela behind him, hands on
his hips, plunging inside of him and fucking him hard and fast; he could even
imagine Mikaela doing it kind and gently, and both visions made him glad he was
in a frothy bath where the only thing he had to worry about when stroking
himself was getting his phone wet.
Mikaela managed to smirk a little as he read the text Yuuichirou sent to him.
He thumbed the slit of his cock and gasped, bucking into the heat of his hand
and relishing in the feeling before gathering himself to text Yuuichirou again.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: I would make sure to go deep inside of you.. and make
you feel really good, Yuu-chan…
It took him a long time to type coherently with only one slightly-trembling
hand, but he felt victorious once he sent the message. He then stared at the
screen and focused on rubbing his own length, feeling the friction and heat
collect in his gut once again.
He only just came less than an hour ago, but now, his length was tender and he
somehow felt all pent up. He was craving Yuuichirou… he could not wait until
the day he could truly make love to him and not have to imagine what it might
feel like any longer.
Yuuichirou almost called him.
It would be so much easier just to press down on that call button and whimper
down the line. But if he did that, it would take away from hearing Mikaela’s
erotic voice properly when they really had sex together for the first time.
He grit his teeth together, imaging Mikaela’s cock nudging its way inside of
him and he shuddered, dipping beneath the water and blowing bubbles as he
stroked his cock a little faster.
The warmth of the water over his body helped a lot; it made it easier for him
to fantasize that it was Mikaela’s warmth that washed over him, causing his
cock to throb harder in his hand.
So close to coming, Yuuichirou finally managed to shakily text back.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: I would squeeze down so tightly on your cock Mika…
That did it for Mikaela.
His phone fell from his grasp, lightly landing on the mattress as he gripped
his cock and squeezed his eyes shut. He gasped and felt pleasure overwhelm him
in waves, and heat rushed up and down his body, making goosebumps rise on his
skin.
A small, soft sound fell from his lips as he bucked up and came in his hand for
the second time that day, the rush and ease of relief making his body tense,
then relax as he went limp.
He breathed quickly in and out, gathering himself until he had enough clarity
of mind to reach over and grab the phone, face burning hot in embarrassment as
he stared at their texts.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: that just made me cum, Yuu-chan… it’s so hot to imagine
you saying those things~
And reading that set Yuuichirou to finish as well.
He had been so shocked at how powerful an orgasm just texting Mikaela had
pulled from him that his phone fell down once more. It knocked the side of the
bathtub and rolled onto the ground, where he heard a painful crack and knew
immediately at least the screen was broken.
But his heart was beating too fast, and taking his hand away from his cock and
lifting it up, he watched the cum mix with the drips of water. He watched some
of it run down his arm before he blushed hard and sunk his arm under water,
washing it off. That was so satisfying, but he had cum so quickly. If it only
took Mikaela texting him to make him cum that hard, he was flustered at the
thought of what their actual sex would be like.
He couldn't wait.
Steaming from the face, he clambered out of the bath, wrapped a towel around
his body and shook the drops from his hair. Picking his phone up, he was glad
to see that while his phone was broken, at least he could still tap and make
out the screen. There was no telling how Mikaela would react to him no longer
replying because he had cum too hard and broke his phone beyond easy repair...
Quickly he shot off a message.
Yuuichirou to Mikaela: you're really mean Mika, my dick hurts I came really
hard too...
He could hardly believe he was being so honest.
Mikaela had cleaned himself up, and he was glad to see the message on his
screen when he returned. He laid back onto his bed, stretching comfortably and
lazily replying.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: it hurts? did you touch yourself before this? So did I,
nothing to be ashamed of : P
Mikaela smirked as he sent the message. He came a lot today, now that he
thought about it, but it was hard to contain himself. Yuuichirou was just too
much for his senses and hormones. He overloaded Mikaela, both romantically and
sexually. It was an amazing feeling, and he wanted to drown in the feeling of
Yuuichirou.
They only separated hardly an hour or two ago, but he already ached to kiss
Yuuichirou again. He needed to hold his hand, to see his smile… to watch his
blush, to hear his moans-
He flushed at how lewd his thoughts got so quickly, but he couldn’t help it.
He’d been fantasizing about Yuuichirou for ages. It was amazing that finally,
after all of this time, he was experiencing what he had only dreamed of.
Yuuichirou threw his phone on the bed and then threw himself over it, dragging
himself down until his knees pressed against the flooring. He had never
expected Mikaela to be so dirty-minded, not that he minded… but man, was it
embarrassing. And now that he actually had a moment to himself, he considered
just how deeper Mikaela's feelings must run.
Suddenly, he felt an urge to call Mikaela. He dragged his phone out from
underneath, brought up Mikaela's contact and hovered over the call button. The
only thing that stopped him pressing it was the idea that he had no idea what
to say. He couldn't very well go, 'thank you for making me cum in the bath,
glad you came as well...'
Actually, he could… but he wasn't going to.
Instead, he flung himself further on the bed, rolled onto his back, bent his
knees and spread his legs apart. For a moment, he thought that this might be
the position Mikaela takes him in when they finally have sex, but then he shook
his head to get his mind out of the gutter. How perverted had he become in such
a short amount of time.
Oh God, he really missed Mikaela.
Mikaela waited, and after receiving no response from Yuuichirou, he wondered if
he flustered Yuuichirou to the point where he couldn’t respond.
The thought made Mikaela smile a bit. He wondered what to say next, to tease
Yuuichirou even further, but he remembered the reason he texted Yuuichirou in
the first place.
Mikaela to Yuuichirou: Sorry if I embarrassed you~ But I can’t help it! You’re
so cute! Anyways, what about that festival this weekend? You know, before we
got off topic…
After that, Yuuichirou replied and they planned out their weekend date. It was
a few days away, but Mikaela could hardly wait to see Yuuichirou again.
Maybe sometime this weekend, they’d have uninterrupted alone time. Maybe, it
could be the moment they’ve been waiting for… the moment they can make love
together.
He doubted they could be that lucky, but anything was possible, right?
Chapter End Notes
     Vix: we finally updated don't kill us (it's Chrystal's fault, i'm
     lookin @ you princess) xD
     Hope you enjoyed it! We will start working on the next chapter :)
***** Little Yuu-chan is 'Getting' Some *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikaela and Yuuichirou go to the festival alongside Yuuichirou's
     friends. At the end of the night, the two get very heated and very
     close...
Chapter Notes
     Vix: hey all, new chapter for ya~ I had to bug the shit out of
     Chrystal to get her last reply out, but it's all good, we got the
     chapter done tonight :3c hope you enjoy and look forward to the next
     chapter ;D
Mikaela’s heart was pounding.
He tried not to appear too anxious as he stood in front of the festival, but he
was more than excited to see Yuuichirou. Mikaela was wearing a simple, pale
blue yukata with a darker blue obi around his waist. He made sure to get Krul’s
help so that he looked good and presentable- he wanted to look his best for
Yuuichirou.
Just as he was in a daze, trying to imagine what Yuuichirou would look like,
the man in question appeared alongside his friends.
Mikaela didn’t notice Yoichi’s goldfish patterned yukata, Kimizuki’s dark
maroon yukata, Mitsuba’s bright blue kimono or Shinoa’s flowery kimono. His
eyes were centered on Yuuichirou, who was in a simple light green yukata.
It might have been simple, but it looked so nice on Yuuichirou, revealing his
collarbones and neck beautifully, and not to mention the smile on his face and
the light in his breathtaking green eyes…
“Yuu-chan,” Mikaela breathed out happily, stepping forward quickly.
“Oh, Yuu-chan?” Shinoa mimicked, a smirk on her face. “It seems they’ve passed
those stiff formalities!”
“What an embarrassing nickname,” Kimizuki grumbled, adjusting his glasses and
trying to glance away at the romantic display between the two as they
approached each other and stared with glassy, love-struck eyes.
Yuuichirou, upon hearing both Shinoa and Kimizuki, glared hard with irritation.
Before he could dote on Mikaela, he turned on them... and immediately tried to
flying-kick Kimizuki.
"Come here you little four-eyed bastard, I'll show you embarrassing!”
His attack didn't connect- it was nowhere near. Rather, the way he swung
around, he almost hit Mikaela instead. Stopping himself sent him into a
sprawling state of utter embarrassment as a cluttered heap upon the ground.
Immediately, he jumped back up again, huffing and puffing as he haughtily went
to stand next to Mikaela. Snatching Mikaela’s hand with no regard whatsoever to
the look everybody was giving him, he stuck out his tongue, pulled down the
skin beneath one of his eyes and went, “bleh!" Before trying to escape with
Mikaela.
"Come on, Mika. We shouldn't stay around riffraff too long... you'll catch
stupidity from them!"
Mikaela watched the entire scene with a bit of shock and amusement, but then
suddenly, Yuuichirou was holding his hand and running away with him.
“W-Wait, Yuu-chan!” Mikaela stammered, stumbling along. “Shouldn’t we stay with
your friends? Isn’t it rude to ditch them like that?” He glanced back over his
shoulder until Yuuichirou came to a stop.
It’s not like he didn’t want some alone time with Yuuichirou, but he barely got
to say hello to any of his friends, let alone spend any time with them.
Yuuichirou was half hunched over with a light pant, but he then straightened up
with an even bigger scowl. He knew Mikaela was right, but that didn't mean he
had to like it.
Hotly, with confidence built from their dirty texting, Yuuichirou said, "I
deserve a minute alone with you first. To do this without being interrupted."
He then quickly turned and tugged Mikaela into a deep kiss.
Mikaela’s eyes widened at the sudden kiss, his body flushing hot at the
feeling. He trembled and almost melted into it before pulling away quickly,
face red with embarrassment.
“Yuu-chan- not here!” Mikaela hissed softly, looking at their surroundings
nervously. “We’re in public- someone will see…” Mikaela’s heart was pounding,
and really all he wanted to do was kiss Yuuichirou back even harder, but he
held back while nervously gripping Yuuichirou’s shoulders.
He took a moment to admire how beautiful Yuuichirou looked, his eyes dark with
desire and eyebrows slanted downwards in indignation. His lips were just a bit
pink from their harsh and sudden impact. It made Mikaela want to kiss them even
more.
Yuuichirou scoffed, dismissing Mikaela's worry with an airy wave of his hand.
"Nobody is going to see Mika, that's why I dragged you over here."
The was a chance they were going to get teased as to why they ran off together…
but Yuuichirou planned to handle that as he always did; with dignified violence
and questionable yelled words.
Taking Mikaela's hands into his own, he smiled fondly and dragged Mikaela into
a less passionate but more emotional cuddle. "I missed you a lot, Mika. Can't
you just let me indulge a little bit?"
“A-Ah-…” Mikaela stammered as Yuuichirou cuddled into him, his heart pounding
harder than before.
He gently lifted his arms, holding Yuuichirou as well and feeling his face
flush hotly. He couldn’t help the excited flutter in his stomach at the
feeling. Was this not his greatest fantasy, to have his long-time crush, his
senpai, cuddling into him because he missed him…?
Mikaela smiled a bit at the thought and pulled Yuuichirou into a tighter hug.
“I missed you too…” Mikaela said, loving the way Yuuichirou’s hair smelled. It
seemed it was just recently washed; he must have showered just before coming to
the festival.
“Oi!!”
Mikaela jerked at the sudden yell, eyes lifting to see Kimizuki, who was
flushed and angry, and Shinoa, who was grinning at them from afar.
“What the hell are you two lovebirds doing!?” Kimizuki yelled again. “Idiot
Yuu, this is not a date!!”
Quickly, Yuuichirou pulled back from Mikaela, stuck out his tongue and waved
his middle finger up, then yelled, "it is for us, loser! It's not my fault you
can't get some, four-eyes!"
Shinoa barked out a laugh. "Ohohoho, so little Yuu-chanis 'getting' some, huh?"
That shut Yuuichirou up quickly. He took a startled step back, bumping into
Mikaela accidentally while his face darkened. He stuttered, unable to force the
words lingering on his tongue out.
Luckily, it was at that time that Yoichi stumbled in behind them all, waving
obliviously to what had just happened. “Guys, guys! You need to come see this,
they're making cool shapes with the candy floss!"
Mikaela followed Yuuichirou with a smile on his lips. Although they were
interrupted, it was cute to see Yuuichirou interact with his friends. He loved
hearing Yuuichirou’s laugh and the way that a couple tears would form in his
eyes from how hard he laughed with them.
It made Mikaela happy when his friends turned to him and got him involved in
the conversation as well. He may not understand all of their inside jokes, but
he never felt left out. Yuuichirou’s friends always did their best to make
Mikaela feel included.
At one point, Mikaela had his eyes on the goldfish scooping game, and he
couched down next to it to peer at the little colorful fish. Yuuichirou joined
his side, looking determined.
"You want one, Mika?" He asked with a grin, rolling up his sleeves. It was a
pointless endeavor, as they only fell right back down his arms. For a moment, a
scowl replaced his grin.
"Ack, we need suspenders or something for these, they’re such a pain!"
Yuuichirou shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Who cares if the sleeves get
wet anyway- how much for a go, old man?"
He turned his attention on the one staffing the stall. Immediately, Yuuichirou
bowed in embarrassment at the dark glare he got for his words-- the 'old man'
was an 'old woman' instead.
Mikaela laughed softly at how confident Yuuichirou seemed to be with his
boastful, loud words. He turned to the woman instead with a polite smile.
“I’m sorry for my friend,” Mikaela said. “He cannot see very well… he may not
be so good at this game.”
Mikaela tried not to smile too cheekily at the way Yuuichirou’s glare was
boring into his head. Yuuichirou should be thankful that he covered him, after
all!
“Ah, but I don’t want one, Yuu-chan…” Mikaela tried to say, but he trailed off
with a small laugh, as Yuuichirou was already rummaging through his pockets to
get some money out.
"Haaah?" Yuuichirou huffed, side eyeing Mikaela until he no longer felt quite
so irritated at being covered for. Shoving the change he'd collected back into
his pocket, he heaved a deep sigh and then straightened up. "What do you want
then? As your boyfriend, don't you think I should win you something nice?"
Actually, he would probably do it as a friend, too. Mikaela had this hand over
the world with an easy atmosphere about him.
Turning his attention wholly to Mikaela, he barely heard the old woman mumble
and grumble as he slipped his hand into Mikaela's once more and squeezed it.
"Come on, let's get some candy floss and we can browse. I plan on telling the
guys we're going to spend some time alone sooner or later, so might as well
tell them now. They'll understand."
Mikaela blushed at the contact and how intimately their fingers wound together.
Did Yuuichirou not care at all what others thought? He glanced around
nervously, heart fluttering.
“Yuu-chan…” Mikaela murmured once they began walking away from the goldfish
scooping game, “you’re so confident.” He felt shy still, squeezing Yuuichirou’s
hand as they were. It made Mikaela feel more Japanese than Yuuichirou, despite
his half-Russian nationality, that he was more embarrassed about PDA.
Although his cultural upbringing had him feeling modest and nervous about
holding Yuuichirou’s hand in public, the innermost part of him was glad by it.
He loved how Yuuichirou seemed to forget about the world around them and only
centered on Mikaela.
"Haaah!?"Yuuichirou blurted out. "What do you mean confident, I'm not doing-
" …only, he was doing something, and once he realized, he too began to blush
deeply. “… I’m sorry, Mika. I was just so excited to see you, and my heart is
beating so hard in my chest that… I guess I got a little too energetic."
Slowly and much more shyly, he went to pull his hand away.
Mikaela flushed a bit more, but for a different reason. He gripped Yuuichirou’s
hand tightly, then bit his lip and looked away nervously to avoid Yuuichirou’s
eyes.
“It’s okay,” Mikaela said softly. “Everyone’s seen by now, so what more is
there to lose…?”
He then turned, smiling at Yuuichirou. “Come on, let’s go get candy apples!” He
started leading them over to the booth where a bunch of pearly red apples sat
on sticks in perfect rows.
Yuuichirou barely managed time to nod before he was being tugged away. Half-
skipping behind Mikaela to keep up with him, Yuuichirou could not help but be
ensnared by the way Mikaela's hair seemed to wave in the breeze. He couldn’t
take his eyes away from the pretty shimmer of Mikaela's pale skin in the
starlit darkness.
"You're so beautiful, Mika..." He said accidentally as they came to a stop in
front of the stand of candy apples. He blinked, taken aback by his own words.
He quickly tugged his hand free to cover his face and tug his fingers down. He
was mortified, but it wasn't the compliment that put him at ill-ease. Rather,
it was how thoughtlessly he could say them.
Was he truly that reliant on Mikaela? He shuddered, but did not regret the
possibility, if it were true.
Mikaela’s heart thudded so hard that it stopped Mikaela in his tracks. It even
stopped his thought process for a moment, his eyes widening at the sudden,
honest words blurted from Yuuichirou’s mouth.
“Yuu-chan…” Mikaela trailed off, his cheeks darkening in a blush. Yuuichirou
was so beautiful, so adorable, with his hands nervously covering his blushing
face. He felt himself smile, and he stepped closer, reaching up and gently
tugging one of Yuuichirou’s hands away. He held it in his own again, then
tugged it closer. Despite his embarrassment at their public location, he
pressed a tender kiss to Yuuichirou’s knuckles, looking at him with all of the
affection he could possibly feel in his eyes.
“You’re the beautiful one here,” Mikaela murmured. “C’mon, let’s get candy
apples,” he added, a more casual smile spreading over his lips as he then
turned around to look at the apples. He proceeded to order two, then handed one
to Yuuichirou with a big grin on his face.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had one of these,” Mikaela admitted, then began
to eat his own.
Yuuichirou glanced at Mikaela incredulously. His fleeting expression morphed
into a widespread grin. “Same here!” He glanced down to the treat held up
between his fingers and ran his tongue smoothly along his lips. The smell was
divinely mouthwatering. But, he couldn’t help but recall an old wives tale;
things taste better when not your own.
He waited idly for Mikaela to look relaxed and distracted. Once the opportunity
arose, he jumped on it.
Yuuichirou closed the gap between them and while it looked like he was aiming
to kiss Mikaela, he licked at Mikaela’s apple instead. 
“Mhm, they’re right,” he said, referring to his own thoughts. “It does taste
better when it’s belongs to somebody else.”
Mikaela’s face had turned as red as his apple at Yuuichirou’s sneaky gesture.
Immediately, his mind went elsewhere, imagining Yuuichirou saying those very
words after sucking on Mikaela’s tongue… or maybe, sucking on his…
Mikaela quickly cleared his mind before he got too worked up in public, his
ears now burning under his wavy hair.
“No fair, Yuu-chan, you have your own,” Mikaela murmured with a small smile,
holding his apple away teasingly. “Don’t be greedy.”
With every passing moment, the tension between them felt thicker. He loved
their date, but he would admit he was getting impatient to end up with
Yuuichirou later in the night.
It wasn’t long before announcements echoed around the festival that the
firework show was going to start in a few moments. By then, Mikaela had
finished his apple, and he wondered if they would be sitting with Yuuichirou’s
friends or alone.
“Are we meeting up with the others?” Mikaela asked, glancing around as the
crowd began to drift towards the shore of the river.
A selfish side to Yuuichirou begged that they would be alone, but this was a
festival. He had promised to spend time with both Mikaela and his friends. He
looked to Mikaela, finally finishing up his own apple and dragging his tongue
over the sticky leftovers on his lips.
“I think,” he replied slowly, “we should head down there and try find them. But
if we don’t, I doubt they’ll get too mad.”
His fingers wiggled between Mikaela’s, squeezing and tightening before he he
lightly tugged Mikaela, guiding them into a slow walk to the rest of the
crowds.
Yuuichirou couldn’t help the giddiness he felt as they came up to the paths
that were filled with people. The air was thick with emotions, and not just
their own. Still, their attraction was certainly contributing and he stepped
closer to Mikaela, purposely bumping their shoulders together.
Mikaela followed Yuuichirou, loving the momentary contact they shared as they
made their way down to the shore. It wasn’t hard to spot out Shinoa, Mitsuba,
Yoichi and Kimizuki, especially with their bright attire and distinctive hair
styles and colors.
“It’s about time you guys made an appearance!” Mitsuba huffed, but she was
clearly happy from the gleam in her eye. Yoichi waved at them, smiling widely.
“Over here!” He called to them, and they approached the others, who were laying
out a few blankets on the grassy slope.
“This is going to be the best view,” Shinoa said, proud of her speedy trek
through the festival to grab the perfect spot for the fireworks. “I’m so
exctied!”
“They’ll be so beautiful…” Yoichi said softly, excitedly glancing towards the
sky, as if they would already be shooting off.
Mikaela sat down on one of the blankets, watching them interact with a fond
smile.
“They are beautiful,” Yuuichirou replied, but he wasn’t looking to the skies.
His gaze was set firmly upon Mikaela. He practically vibrated with the
happiness that welled up inside of him upon seeing Mikaela look so fondly at
their friends.
Settling himself down beside Mikaela, he slotted himself so that the sides of
their bodies were touching. He was held up by his arms stretched out behind
him. The heat between them came not from one or the other, but both mixed
together.
“I think everything about today has been beautiful,” Yuuichirou looked
pointedly to both Shinoa and Kimizuki, as though expecting one of them to tease
him for his sappiness. He wasn’t disappointed. Shinoa moved before him and
dropped down onto her knees, wedging one arm between Yuuichirou and Mikaela.
“Oh? Does that mean you think I’m beautiful, Yuu-san?” Shinoa smirked, fanning
her mouth while falsifying a blush on face with a held breath. “Why that’s so
very daring of you to say with your beloved so very close!”
Naturally, Yuuichirou scowled at her, but when he went to push her away, he
didn’t think too much about gravity. As he lifted his hands up to separate her
from him, he toppled and stretched his legs out, forcing her to topple as well.
Mikaela’s face tinted pink at Shinoa’s teasing, but he bust out laughing at the
way they both fell over.
“Yuu-san, you’re so clumsy!” Shinoa yelled, and Mitsuba was laughing so hard
that Mikaela thought she might burst into tears. Kimizuki was snickering, and
Yoichi, as good-natured as he is, was scrambling to help them up, asking if
they were alright.
“Yuu-chan, maybe you should think before you act,” Mikaela teased, grinning
widely as Yuuichirou sat back up and brushed himself off. Shinoa had retreated
next to Mitsuba, asking if her hair was still perfect and that her outfit
wasn’t askew.
As for Yuuichirou… Mikaela’s laughter trailed off rather quickly. He gulped as
his eyes languidly took in Yuuichirou’s messy state, with his hair a bit fluffy
and his yukata slipping off of one shoulder.
Mikaela’s heart began to pound, and he forced himself to look away, a flush
rising up his neck.
“Uh,” Yuuichirou slurred, blinded by his own embarrassment to notice his almost
erotic state of dress. He blinked three times and then set his gaze upon
Mikaela just in time to catch the color of his cheeks changing.
“Mika?” He asked, “what’s wrong?”
Following Mikaela’s line of sight, he blinked once more upon seeing his own
rather naughty appearance and flustered in an attempt to swiftly make himself
publicly presentable once more. Sending Shinoa a dark look, he hissed when she
blew him a kiss.
“Sorry, Yuu-san. I didn’t think my girlish charms would still work on you, as
enamored as you are by Mikaela’s manliness…” she waved her hand, encouraged
only by Mitsuba holding her from behind and giggling in her ear.
Yuuichirou, on the other hand, only grew more red-faced and irritable until he
turned to Mikaela and grumpily begged, “can we ignore these idiots and go sit
somewhere else?” He had no actual desire to do so, and he calmed only after
locking eyes with Mikaela. “God, you’re beautiful,” he accidentally mumbled.
Mikaela stuttered, even more flustered by Shinoa’s comment and Yuuichirou’s
realization of the situation.
“Don’t say that when you’re the one looking so seductive,” Mikaela murmured,
soft enough so that only Yuuichirou could hear. He hugged his knees to his
chest, ducking his red face there momentarily. Just as he was hiding,
embarrassed by everything, a loud sound popped in the sky. Mikaela looked up,
realizing the fireworks show had begun.
“Oh, it’s starting!” Yoichi exclaimed, and everyone gathered to sit down. All
eyes were on the fireworks as they flickered and sparkled across the sky, and
they were truly beautiful, especially when their reflection was shown in the
calm river beneath them.
Mikaela was entranced by the fireworks until he decided to glance at
Yuuichirou, and then, he couldn’t take his eyes off of his lover.
He was so caught up in staring that when Yuuichirou’s green eyes met his, he
froze up in surprise and blushed.
Yuuichirou smiled at the color of Mikaela’s cheeks. He almost felt bad for
Mikaela; he had such pale skin. A blush showed up brightly on him. Yuuichirou
had some luxury towards hiding his own.
Shifting closer while everybody else was entranced by the show, he could only
hear the booms of the fireworks as he reached out and brushed Mikaela’s
beautiful blond hair away from his face. It better revealed the gorgeous color
of his eyes...
It was then, after losing himself to the complexity of Mikaela’s bright blue
gaze that he replied, “I’m not the only one accidentally seducing people here.”
He lowered one hand to Mikaela’s leg, brushing over the soft fabric. He wanted
nothing more than to fall on top of Mikaela and kiss him in that moment. The
loud sounds of the show swallowed up everybody else.
“It took some really embarrassing moments, but we did it, Mika. We made it
here, to this comfortable place where I can say ‘I love you’ and not feel
embarrassment.” He leaned in as if to kiss Mikaela’s mouth, but brushed his
lips against Mikaela’s cheek instead.
Mikaela’s heart was racing, fluttering quickly as his breath was stolen by
Yuuichirou once again. He trembled at the soft touches, his body tensing with
restraint.
He wanted Yuuichirou. He needed Yuuichirou.
Mikaela lifted his hand, taking hold of Yuuichirou’s chin and turning it so
that their lips pressed together. His face burned and his ears burned hotter,
but he pressed his tongue inside of Yuuichirou’s mouth. Heat was pooling in his
gut and between his thighs, and he didn’t have the clarity of mind to think
about the people around them, if they were watching, or what they were
thinking.
He pressed himself against Yuuichirou, even letting out a soft moan because
Yuuichirou tasted too good.
“Yuu-“ Mikaela gasped between kisses, “-ahhh- Yuu-chan…”
Yuuichirou should have been embarrassed. Everything he had done during this
date might have gotten him embarrassed – as he had been quite embarrassed
during the entirety of their relationship right up to their current date.
But the red on his cheeks was no longer embarrassment. Rather, it was something
else… something more devious. Something more lustful and naughty.
He moaned into Mikaela’s kiss, swallowed the beautiful sounds Mikaela made, and
in a moment of ambiguity while their friends continued to look away, he pushed
into the kiss and climbed into Mikaela’s lap and pushed him down.
Such public displays of intimacy were never seen as a good thing around their
area, but in such a romantic setting, Yuuichirou knew that people would let
this go if they caught them.
And if his friends decided to tease them about it…
Well.
"Mika, I want to go home with you tonight and wake up with you tomorrow
morning,” Yuuichirou said against Mikaela’s lips.
Mikaela found it hard to breath for a moment. A split second of shock and fear
made him tense, remembering their surroundings. Before that fear could take
hold of him, Yuuichirou spoke so seductively, and Mikaela was entranced. He was
frozen in place, looking up at Yuuichirou with the fireworks blooming in the
sky behind his shape.
The soft, warm glow of lanterns from the festival made Yuuichirou’s skin look
softer. It made his blush look redder and his eyes even shinier.
Mikaela leaned up, groaning as he kissed Yuuichirou again. He wanted more- more
of Yuuichirou’s taste that currently had hints of the candy apple from earlier.
He wanted every part of Yuuichirou, and he wanted it as soon as their tongues
rolled together, hot and slick.
Mikaela rolled them over so Yuuichirou was beneath him. He kissed Yuuichirou
with more purpose, desire and arousal coursing through his body. His cock was
starting to throb painfully under the silky layers of his yukata. He slid a
hand down, reaching under Yuuichirou’s yukata and running his fingers along his
thigh. He broke their kiss, leaning down and breathing hotly against
Yuuichirou’s neck. He kissed and sucked on his skin- it tasted so damn good-
and he continued to grope Yuuichirou’s exposed thigh. It was smooth and the
higher up Mikaela went, the closer he got to Yuuichirou’s-
“Whoa there,” Kimizuki’s voice made Mikaela pause, glancing at him from the
corner of his eye.
Yuuichirou felt too innocent for this as well.
He hardly expected Mikaela, who had reacted to hand holding in such a flustered
fashion, to react to his seduction so positively.
Those brief moments of overwhelming lust he felt kept up, even after they were
interrupted. Mikaela looked downright possessive, lust-driven and more than
irritated at being interrupted.
“Yes?” Mikaela said, low and impatient. Yuuichirou could only curl away to hide
himself.
“Maybe you guys should continue somewhere more private…” Shinoa said, smirking
as she covered Mitsuba’s eyes with her hands. “Poor Miichan is too innocent for
this!”
“Am not-“ Mitsuba tried to argue.
“Mika,” Yuuichirou whispered, ignoring the taunts and teases from his friends.
He cupped a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. The phantom feel of
Mikaela’s hand pulsed against the skin of his thigh and he shuddered wantonly.
“Mika,” he warned, “we need to go home.”
There was no time to pay attention to his friends when everything he felt was
suffocating him. He was drowning beneath what he felt for Mikaela and what
Mikaela felt for him. He dragged his knees up slightly, hiding himself behind
Mikaela’s body and repeated himself. “Mika, please, take me home.”
It was in that moment that Yuuichirou’s friends, hearing every word, went
silent.
Suddenly, Shinoa yelled and pointed at the sky, “aah, what is that!?”
Immediately, the rest of the group turned to see, surprised by her outburst.
She turned to look at Mikaela and Yuuichirou, winking at Mikaela, silently
telling him to go.
Mikaela wasted no time. He grabbed Yuuichirou by the hands and yanked him to
his feet.
Yuuichirou gasped in surprise, but Mikaela sent him a sly, mischievous look. He
turned so that he lead the way, letting go of one of Yuuichirou’s hands and
keeping a tight hold on his other hand. He knew he was dragging Yuuichirou
behind him, but they had no time to waste. Mikaela was buzzing with need and
almost shaking from the feeling that had passed between them out there under
the fireworks.
It was unlike any other. He felt it deep in his core. It shook him up from the
inside, and the only way to satisfy this deep, carnal want was to pleasure
himself and to pleasure Yuuichirou. His mind was hazy and his body was hot.
He wanted Yuuichirou more than he’s ever wanted Yuuichirou. He licked his
chapped lips, the desire to just pull Yuuichirou into a corner somewhere
starting to take over his rational thoughts.
Sure enough, he caved in to that feeling. He turned suddenly, pulling
Yuuichirou in between some buildings, into a dark, secluded place where no one
could easily find them.
He just needed a few moments before he could continue. He had Yuuichirou up
against the wall, his leg right in between Yuuichirou’s thighs, rubbing against
Yuuichirou’s hardening length. He latched his mouth onto Yuuichirou’s neck,
sucking and pinning the hand he was holding against the wall.
Mikaela felt like an animal. He couldn’t help himself. Yuuichirou was just so
seductive...
… and incredibly turned on beneath Mikaela’s hand.
Yuuichirou squirmed, lower back burning from the way the fabric of his own
clothes rubbed against him. His hand flexed where Mikaela had it pinned but he
still tried to force it away, wanting nothing more than to use his hands to
touch Mikaela in return.
But he was unable to. It surprised him to feel such strength coming from one so
gentle-hearted. It only made Yuuichirou love and want him more. He spread his
legs apart, urging his hips forward with the intent of wordlessly encouraging
Mikaela to continue.
In that moment, he was lost to his wants.
Who cared if some unsuspecting person walking by was to glance in their
direction and see Mikaela fucking Yuuichirou into a wall? Right then, he
honestly didn’t care if that happened. It wasn’t until Mikaela’s hands teased a
little too much and a thought occurred to him, dulling his moans.
“Mika,” he begged Mikaela, “Mika, we can’t do this here… not for our first time
together.”
He tilted his head back, aware that he was making things hard on himself when
Mikaela’s lips attacked the stretch of his neck he showed.
It made him feel so good, he trembled.
For a moment, he relaxed and let Mikaela’s everything wash over him… until he
heard the giggle of a stranger echoing and he froze.
“Mika,” he said again, whining quietly this time. “Please. Not here, I want our
first time to be in a bed… where we can’t get caught.”
Mikaela let out a low groan, licking up Yuuichirou’s neck again before finally
prying himself away. He stepped back enough to lock eyes with Yuuichirou, so
that Yuuichirou could see just how turned on he was. He was barely holding
back, but he managed to swallow his need and reach forward, taking Yuuichirou
more gently this time.
“My house,” Mikaela said softly, once they exited their hidden location.
“Krul’s gone. We won’t be stopped.” They walked a bit further, until the
festival was behind them, and Mikaela chewed on his lip.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Mikaela asked softly, eyes flicking over his
shoulder. “You want this, Yuu-chan…?”
“I do,” Yuuichirou said firmly, keeping up with Mikaela’s pace. “I love you,
Mika.”
Mikaela’s face flushed at the words, and he nodded. His heart fluttered at the
sure, confident way Yuuichirou spoke of his love. It made him wonder back to
the days when he used to be a nervous, shy underclassman, unable to even speak
up to Yuuichirou or say hello.
It was amazing that he ended up being Yuuichirou’s tutor, and now, here they
were, hand in and and off to experience an unforgettable night together.
Mikaela saw his house nearing up, just a block or two away. “We’re almost
there.”
***** Mika, You Need to Shrink Your Dick *****
Chapter Summary
     Finally, Mikaela and Yuuichirou get to go all the way without a
     single interruption.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Krul wasn’t home.
Yuuichirou couldn’t help the swell of gratefulness that enveloped him. Mikaela
called ahead and found out that they would have the house to themselves that
entire evening, and it showed as they fell through the front door. Yuuichirou
shoved Mikaela up against the back of the door after having kicked it shut.
Slamming his hands either side of Mikaela’s waist, he leaned up, arching his
chest up against Mikaela’s and kissing him passionately. Tugging Mikaela’s
lower lip between his own, he sucked and nipped at it, slipping his tongue in
shortly afterwards. Sliding his hands to Mikaela’s waist, he grabbed a hold and
whimpered.
“Mika,” he pestered, “Mika, come on, we’ve got the house to ourselves. Don’t
tease me. Touch me back!”
Mikaela was momentarily overwhelmed as he was pressed up against. Yuuichirou’s
scent was all around him, and all he could taste was Yuuichirou...
… it was heaven. It was all Mikaela ever wanted, and he shuddered, kissing back
and groaning. He listened to Yuuichirou’s begging, lifting this hands to cup
Yuuichirou’s face. He kissed Yuuichirou tenderly, holding them together before
flipping them around. He pushed Yuuichirou’s back against the door and tilted
his head, his tongue delving inside Yuuichirou’s mouth.
He ground them together, gasping between kisses when his growing erection
nudged against Yuuichirou’s. Their yukata’s left little to the imagination when
they were pressed up so close together. Yuuichirou’s yukata was already
slipping off his shoulder, and Mikaela was hungry to see more, to feel more, to
taste more…
Mikaela leaned down, trailing wet kisses down Yuuichirou’s neck. He paused,
leaving a mark in his wake before he tugged the yukata aside, running his hand
along Yuuichirou’s chest and palming his nipple.
The touches were spectacularly overwhelming, causing ripples of want
originating from the very spots Mikaela's hands ran over. He shuddered and
gasped, jerking his hips when Mikaela's hands ran over his nipple. It had never
felt so sensitive before and he could only grab onto Mikaela's upper arms and
hold on.
Mikaela's lips laid beneath his ear, just close enough for the warmth of
Mikaela's breath to leave his skin damp.
Mikaela uttered such devastatingly desired words.
“Yuu-chan… Yuu-chan, I love you,” Mikaela breathed against Yuuichirou’s neck.
He shivered with his desire and the intensity of his emotions, wanting nothing
more than to demonstrate just how much he loved Yuuichirou.
"I love you too," Yuuichirou gushed, wrapping his arms around Mikaela's neck
and pulling him close with such passionate force that he bashed his elbows on
the door behind him and the spike of pain had him crying out.
"W-We-fuck-ouch-we should move to the bedroom," he whispered between tempered
breaths. He would not let a little thing like pain ruin how good he was
feeling, how good Mikaela was making him feel. "I want you to touch me more,
please Mika, take me all the way inside." He kissed gently at Mikaela's lips,
slowly but assuredly in his affections. "I love you so much."
Mikaela pulled away reluctantly, grabbing Yuuichirou’s wrist and tugging him
upstairs without saying anything. His heart was pounding and he felt short of
breath. His room was open, but as soon as they got inside he pushed the door
shut with his foot and stepped closer, closer, closer to Yuuichirou until
Yuuichirou had to sit down on the bed with Mikaela crawling over him.
Mikaela’s hands latched onto his body again, already missing the feeling of
Yuuichirou’s warmth beneath his palms. He moved them around, slowly and
languidly groping every inch of bare skin he could reach. The yukata was
slipping open and falling off. Yuuichirou’s rounded shoulders were bare and
Mikaela leaned down, groaning as he sucked on the exposed skin on the side of
his neck.
He rubbed himself against Yuuichirou, desiring friction and stimulation. The
sounds Yuuichirou made had Mikaela shaking, desperate with need for him.
And as Mikaela shook, Yuuichirou went still, since tensing was all he could do
to withstand the assault to his senses. The pure, unadulterated feel of
Mikaela's hard cock rutting up against him had Yuuichirou's ego skyrocketing.
To think that he could make Mikaela seem almost feral was amazing… but it was
almost too much for him.
He had been ready to cum during their many impromptu stops along the route
home, and he could only reach above him and clutch at the sheets, swallowing
thick gulps of air as Mikaela made a meal out of him. It wasn't until his
fingers were white from squeezing the sheets too hard that he managed to
control his trembling body and reach down to tug at Mikaela's hair.
Guiding their lips slowly but surely together, he whispered softly against
them, "don't you think it's too hot in here, Mika?"
Mikaela was yanked out of his frantic kissing and touching momentarily, his
eyes shimmering with pure lust as he gazed up at Yuuichirou.
“I-It is,” Mikaela agreed softly, heart hammering quickly at Yuuichirou’s tone
of voice. “Maybe we should fix that…” He snaked his hands further around
Yuuichirou’s body, feeling him up as he coaxed the yukata off of Yuuichirou’s
body. His entire torso was bare with the fabric bunched up around his hips, and
Mikaela moved to untie the rest of it until it fell open.
Mikaela shed Yuuichirou’s yukata, pushing it off of the bed and leaving him
only in boxers. Mikaela licked his lips and sat back, letting his own yukata
slide off his shoulders and down his back. He too was left in his boxers as he
pushed Yuuichirou back. Now he was crouched above Yuuichirou, with both of them
clad in nothing but their underwear, hard cocks pressed against the thin
material.
Mikaela met Yuuichirou’s eyes, his face flushed and body humming with
anticipation and desire.
“Yuu-chan…” Mikaela moved a hand up Yuuichirou’s body until he was cupping his
face. The places where their skin touched was burning hot. “This is okay,
right…?”
Yuuichirou nodded. It was more than okay, better if he dared think it while his
body was in such a sensitive state.
Those places Mikaela had touched already throbbed with a desire to be touched
again. The sweet taste that Mikaela left in his mouth when they kissed lingered
in a way that he craved more. He lifted his own hand up and cupped Mikaela's
cheeks as Mikaela cupped his own and with a firm slowness, he pushed up to kiss
those bright lips once more.
Never once to give up all the work, Yuuichirou smiled daringly against those
supple lips and pulled one hand away, angling it downwards as he crept between
Mikaela's legs and confidently felt the erect cock beneath the fabric of the
boxers.
"Are you feeling a little full, Mika?" He said carefully, dirtily, only briefly
unsure of his erotic talking tactics.
Mikaela shuddered, eyes darkening at the shift in Yuuichirou’s attitude.
He really loved when Yuuichirou initiated things like this.
Mikaela rolled his hips into his hand, biting his lip and nodding in response
to his question. He moaned softly, heat flushing through his body.
“All because of you,” Mikaela said lowly, giving him an equally heated look. He
trailed a hand down Yuuichirou’s body, brushing his fingers along the edge of
his boxers and lifting it up, then snapping the fabric down.
“I want to take these off,” Mikaela said, licking his lips as he looked down at
Yuuichirou’s body. “Can I…?”
Yuuichirou smirked, unable to stop himself. "I don't know. Can you?" He
answered and the challenge danced on lips, drunk on the lust of a man full of
want. Heat tightened his stomach and Yuuichirou looked up to Mikaela, lashes
fluttering, flattering his pretty face.
A soft chill, nothing more powerful than a draft on a warm night, ghosted over
his belly and Yuuichirou looked down. He saw the fingers that would soon answer
his tease. He glanced up to Mikaela, and with little to prepare him for the
lustful look that stared back, he gulped.
Gone was Mikaela's warm smile. Hidden was that kind innocence that had drawn
Yuuichirou's eyes the first day they met. In its stead was the stare of a man
he so desperately wanted to topple over and absolutely ravish.
Mikaela almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Yuuichirou, the guy he had
lusted after for so long, was beneath him and teasing him, giving permission to
remove the last article of clothing.
Yuuichirou, the guy who he longed to even say hello to, was flushed and needy
under Miakela’s hands and looking into Mikaela’s eyes.
Mikaela gripped the edge of his boxers and tugged them down and off, flinging
them aside and looking down at the beautiful, naked body beneath him.
Yuuichirou was there, completely uncovered and desiring him, his eyes dark and
his cheeks flushed pink.
Mikaela ran his hands up Yuuichirou’s thighs and held his hips, letting out a
shaky sigh from just how soft and warm he felt. How could someone be so
perfect? Mikaela wondered how he was so lucky to have Yuuichirou here like
this.
“You’re perfect,” Mikaela whispered, eyes trailing around every inch of
Yuuichirou’s body. “Yuu-chan… you’re perfect."
Yuuichirou's eyes opened just that little bit wider. The tease he was before
became prisoner to a modest blush and a nervous turn on his head.
Almost grumbling in his attempt to hide his embarrassment, Yuuichirou replied,
"perfectly patient- I want to see you in all of your perfection as well, Mika."
He turned his head back. The dirty-minded, libido-run fancies that had had
Yuuichirou goading Mikaela into fucking him fast had tempered into something
less urgent.
He swallowed once more, the visible rise and fall of his Adam's apple rolling
over his throat.
Mikaela’s eyes followed the movement of his throat hungrily. He wanted to lean
down and leave a mark there so that Yuuichirou would remember this for days on
end.
And surely, he would replace the mark again and again so that it never faded.
Yuuichirou forced himself up and drew Mikaela down into a kinder, more heart-
driven kiss.
Mikaela kissed him eagerly, pressing his tongue into Yuuichirou’s mouth and
tasting him. He moved his hands up Yuuichirou’s body, feeling every quiver and
movement underneath his fingertips.
He moved his hips down to press against Yuuichirou’s. A surprised moan left his
mouth at the feeling of his clothed erection against Yuuichirou’s exposed one,
and he rolled his hips a few times, enjoying the feeling. He sucked
Yuuichirou’s bottom lip between his teeth, slowly opening his eyes as he pulled
away and released his lip.
Yuuichirou's lip felt heavy and swollen on affection.
Mikaela's lips, he noticed, were suitably as swollen. Yuuichirou smiled,
groaning through the lips he pressed together and inhaling noisily through his
nose.
His lips parted as his hips jutted up and he moaned, "Mikaela," softly upon his
abused mouth.
His smile straightened into something more serious and he reached down to
Mikaela's boxers and wordlessly tried to pull them down, shaking his hands a
little too forcibly when they didn't immediately release the cock inside.
Mikaela couldn’t help but to chuckle a little at the way Yuuichirou tried to
pull off his boxers. He reached down, gently placing his hand over
Yuuichirou’s, then guided it down so that his boxers were pulled off.
He felt a bit flustered, being exposed as slowly as he was, but once he got his
boxers off, he dropped them on the ground and crouched above Yuuichirou, heart
hammering quickly.
They were both completely exposed now, staring at each other with anticipation
and love mixed with some nervousness and hesitation.
It was finally happening. Mikaela’s biggest dream was coming true, and his cock
ached between his legs with a desire to continue. He licked his lips and sighed
softly, fixing Yuuichirou with a look so full of love and admiration.
He was so in love with Yuuichirou that sometimes, he couldn’t help but to go
breathless by just seeing Yuuichirou. Thats where he was now, looking down at
him, still unable to comprehend that he was blessed with the most gorgeous
person alive to be his lover.
Not that Yuuichirou noticed any of this.
From his position, he stared down at Mikaela's cock. Thick, long and swollen
with desire; desire for him, and that was almost frightening. Still staring at
it, Yuuichirou blindly reached out and encircled his arms around Mikaela's
neck, then drew him down when he began to lift his own head up.
"We're really going to have sex?" He asked, as though it were a transaction
that needed a finalized approval. Although for how he asked and felt, as seen
through the soft trembles in his body and the fire in his eyes, he showed a
different view altogether.
Yuuichirou was desperate. Nerves and excitement bundled together to keep
Yuuichirou's own cock full and pointing up at Mikaela, as if he could direct
its attention on purpose. He stared, waiting for Mikaela to make the next move,
counting down the seconds in his head before he made it instead.
Mikaela shivered lightly, nodding at Yuuichirou’s question. “Without
interruptions,” Mikaela added, then moved his hand down, trailing it until he
wrapped his hand around Yuuichirou’s length.
It wasn’t the first time he’s felt it, but it sent a spark up his arm, since he
knew this would be their first time going all the way together.
Soon, he would be inside of Yuuichirou…
Mikaela let out a sigh at the thought, his eyes fluttering closed. Even if his
own cock was untouched, he moved his hand up and down Yuuichirou’s. It was hot
in his hand, and he ran his thumb along the head, teasing at its most sensitive
parts to make Yuuichirou tremble.
“Ah… I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Mikaela said softly, looking at
Yuuichirou’s face with a somewhat shy smile. “I’m so glad…”
"Me too," Yuuichirou replied softly, breath shallow, shaky and slow. "But
instead of you touching me like this, how about we try doing this instead?"
Kissing Mikaela, he laid a hand on Mikaela's hips, gently curving his fingers
over the tender skin and guided him until their throbbing cocks gently rubbed
against one another.
He dropped his other hand between their bodies and let the weight of both their
desires settle within his palm. He then squeezed their cocks together with a
sharp gasp on his part at their too-rough contact.
“A-Ah-“ Mikaela stammered at the sudden contact, a flush of arousal spreading
across his face.
"S-Sorry, didn't mean to squeeze so hard..." Yuuichirou whispered.
“No, it’s okay,” Mikaela smiled a little, nudging his nose against
Yuuichirou’s. “I like how warm your hand is…” he rocked his hips for emphasis,
shuddering at the feeling it created. They had their cocks together like this
before, but now, it felt entirely different. Instead of being pressed up
against a bathroom door, desperate and needing a quick release, they could take
their time.
Yuuichirou was naked beneath him, and Mikaela was just as naked above him.
Instead of rutting quickly and searching for instant gratification, Mikaela
took his time, rolling them together slowly and sensually. He sighed shakily at
the feeling, blushing a bit when Yuuichirou’s breath fanned across his cheek.
It felt incredibly intimate, being face to face as they did this, nice and
slow. Mikaela’s body trembled with how good it all felt.
And Yuuichirou moaned at how good it felt.
His grip on their cocks weakened as the pleasure burned in his stomach, hot and
tight and all too slow. Yet, he felt satisfied. Yuuichirou gulped down an
embarrassingly deep breath and moved both of his hands to Mikaela’s shoulders.
Leveraging himself up, he whispered, “I really like you, Mika,” into his ear.
“But please, I need you to go faster, rock your hips down a little bit - ah!”
His words caught in his throat and he fell back down to the bed, hands covering
his mouth.
“It feels so good,” he mumbled between his fingers, glancing up at Mikaela with
lust-hazed eyes and a weak, but true smile as he forced his hands to the sheet
beside his head. Spreading his legs a little wider, he asked, “can you touch me
more? Touch me…” He looked to the side, embarrassed to complete the sentence.
How could Mikaela ignore such a request?
His throat went a little try before he took in a shaky breath. Yuuichirou was
impossibly sexier than he already was like this, squirming beneath him and
begging to be touched. Mikaela felt like one of his fantasies was brought to
life somehow. His heart thrummed at the thought and his face tinged with heat.
Mikaela leaned his weight elsewhere and brought his hands up, running them
slowly over Yuuichirou’s body. He paused, groping and squeezing at whatever he
could, then moved his fingers up to rub at his nipples.
Mikaela leaned down, his breath warm against Yuuichirou’s exposed throat, and
kissed his skin with an open mouth. He licked at the spot and pulled it between
his teeth, his eyes fluttering closed as he sucked with the intention of
leaving a long-lasting mark.
"Oh God," Yuuichirou groaned, trembling.
Lust invaded what little sense he had left and what nervous animal flittered
around his stomach turned to lava. His body boiled with desire and he grabbed
at Mikaela's arms, twisting them around so that he was on top once more.
Settling his ass comfortably on Mikaela's thighs, he pressed his palms on
Mikaela's chest and slowly drifted them down to Mikaela's stomach and up again,
rubbing over his nipples. He watched Mikaela carefully, seeking signs it was a
good thing to do, that Mikaela found pleasure in it.
His own cock throbbed and his ass begged to be touched. Not just the cheeks but
inside as well. He was greedy and impatient and the burn of Mikaela's mark on
his throat was not enough of a distraction to cull his wants.
Laying down over Mikaela, Yuuichirou rocked his hips forward while capturing
Mikaela's lips and sliding his hands to Mikaela's waist. It was so soft beneath
his fingers, so slender and beautiful to rub his fingers and thumbs over. "Ne,
Mika," he said, and arched free from the kiss. "I want you to touch me here."
He reached out, taking one of Mikaela's hands and guided it to his ass.
Mikaela accepted the change in position, his body flushing with heat at
Yuuichirou’s needy touches and slow, sensual touches. His breath caught in his
throat when Yuuichirou grabbed his hand and placed it over his soft bottom.
“Yuu-chan…” Mikaela’s eyes flickered up to Yuuichirou, dark and clouded with
desire. He moved his other hand so that both hands were on Yuuichirou’s ass. He
groped him slowly, rubbing his thumbs into his skin and sighing softly. A smile
grew on his face, despite his blushing face.
“Even here…?” Mikaela dipped the fingers of his hands in between, prodding
Yuuichirou’s hole teasingly. He watched Yuuichirou’s expressions hungrily, his
tongue swiping over his lips.
Yuuichirou was impossibly sexy, with his back arched slightly as he pressed his
ass into Mikaela’s palms, his mouth parted with gasps and his dark hair messily
falling about his red-tinted face.
Not to mention the dark hickey slowly forming on his neck… it made Yuuichirou
even more desirable, all marked up as proof that he was Mikaela’s and no one
else’s.
Yuuichirou gasped, closing his eyes. Short and sharply, he inhaled. His body
tensed as if to guard and for a moment anticipation tickled his skin. It made
him fidget and when he began to exhale, he shakily replied, “yes, yes Mika,
please.”
Opening his eyes, he peered through them, barely able to see Mikaela through
the haze of lust that blocked his vision. His eyes fell shut again as he
relaxed forward against Mikaela’s body. It felt amazing. Lost to the brief heat
between them, Yuuichirou smiled and indulged in the repercussions.
Mikaela’s desire throbbed beneath him, pressed urgently up into him as though
begging to be inside and it left Yuuichirou feeling far superior than it ought
to have. Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to Mikaela’s ear and then
whispered, “wait there a moment.”
Nodding as if to assure Mikaela that nothing was wrong, Yuuichirou climbed off
of him and then got onto his hands and knees in front of Mikaela. Dropping his
chest down so that half his face was squashed into the sheets, he reached
behind him with both hands and pulled at his asscheeks.
“I think the view is better like this. Don’t you?” Yuuichirou said cheekily.
When Mikaela didn’t immediately move, he shook his ass, grinning. “You were
only meant to wait a moment, Mika. You should move now. Come on...”
Feeling both supple and seductive, he lured Mikaela in with a lusty, lidded
gaze over his shoulder. Padding the tops of his fingers down his own ass, he
rubbed the twitching hole with his longest finger and pushed it inside,
moaning. “I really hope you can. I feel best when you touch me.”
Yuuichirou smirked, burying his face into the sheets to stifle a grunt as he
pushed his own finger deeper inside of him. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he
trusted it would get him what he wanted; Mikaela’s cock pounding deeply inside
of him.
Mikaela went through various stages of praying to whatever higher power was up
there to have mercy on him to thanking whatever blessed him with Yuuichirou as
a lover.
He had abandoned all thought, all logic and all reason as Yuuichirou bent over
in front of him like he was. He briefly wondered if he was dreaming, and he
hoped to god he’d wake up now so he wasn’t so disappointed in the morning. At
the same time, he didn’t want the dream to end, because surely nothing like
this would ever happen in reality. He’d only get to experience this once in his
life.
The truth was that it was all real, he was not dreaming, and Yuuichirou was
moving his fingers in and out of his pink hole and coaxing Mikaela to fuck him.
Mikaela exhaled and a bead of sweat trailed down his temple all the way to his
jaw.
His heart throbbed and in that moment, he felt how hot and hard his dick was,
pulsing and begging to be put inside of Yuuichirou.
Teasing was just so much fun though.
Mikaela slowly sat up, then crawled forward and placed his hands on
Yuuichirou’s round, plump ass. He spread them apart and watched as Yuuichirou’s
fingers fell from his hole, leaving it open and wet.
He wasn’t too sure what came over him in that moment. It was some sort of deep,
primal desire to make Yuuichirou squirm, and he didn’t think twice about it. He
leaned forward and parted his mouth, licking a circle around Yuuichirou’s hole
tenderly and tediously.
Mikaela’s eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his tongue into his opening,
pushing his way inside and gripping Yuuichirou’s cheeks tighter. They were so
soft under his touch, and Yuuichirou was so hot inside… Mikaela began thrusting
his tongue in and out, mimicking what his cock would soon be doing.
“Oh fuck,” Yuuichirou panted. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his face
further into the sheets. It was hard to breathe, but like this at least he
could stay sane. Mikaela’s tongue was a devil’s tongue and the sinful things it
did to him made him want to sell his soul immediately.
He tilted his head back, stretching the front of his neck as he gulped down air
and stared straight ahead of him. He wanted to talk, to beg Mikaela to do
something else, something less-more-fuck, he didn’t know, just something else.
Dropping both of his hands down to the bed, he allowed Mikaela complete control
over his ass and weakly dragged his hands back up to his mouth. “Oh fuck,” he
said once more. Desperate to shift into a more manageable position, he pushed
all of his weight onto one arm and lifted himself up again.
The consequence was one he should have seen coming. He thrust his ass into
Mikaela’s face, accidentally tightening his hold on Mikaela’s tongue and
yelped, falling right back down again. Momentarily finding himself unable to
move, his body tensed and relaxed against his wishes.
Yuuichirou trembled and stretched both arms above his head. Mikaela’s tongue -
just his tongue- felt fucking amazing and it was making Yuuichirou’s cock
heavily drip between his legs. He could feel it, prodding and jerking at his
belly as if admonishing him for making it feel so damn good without release.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, unsure of whether he was talking to himself or
Mikaela. “I’m so sorry, you just feel so good, I can’t… I want… fuck, Mika.
Just- fuck-” He turned his head back into the sheets with closed eyes and grit
his teeth.
Muffled almost to the point of being muted, he said, “I want your cock.”
His hands gathered the sheets, dragging them together as though they were his
lifeline and he tugged at them, lifting his head up to gulp down air. “Mika,”
he said and this time there was a dangerous air to his tone. “Mika, fuck, p-
please…!”
Mikaela moved his mouth from Yuuichirou’s hole and took a moment to admire how
it looked, all slick and throbbing and ready.
Mikaela sat back on his knees, then slid his hands up from Yuuichirou’s ass to
his hips.
“Turn around, Yuu-chan,” Mikaela encouraged, moving Yuuichirou’s body until he
was on his back, gazing up at Mikaela with those beautiful emerald eyes he’s
admired for so, so long.
Yuuichirou’s legs fell open and his cock was pressing up on his stomach, wet
and throbbing. Mikaela gulped heavily.
This was finally it. He reached down and smeared his own precum on his length
with a few pumps, then reached over to his nightstand, where he had stashed
lube not too long ago. He smiled at Yuuichirou’s impatient whimper, but he knew
this was for the better. After he coated himself with the lube, he lined
himself up with Yuuichirou and bit down on his lip.
“I really love you,” Mikaela whispered. His heart pounded and thumped against
his chest as he pushed himself inside and shuddered at the feeling.
It was absolute bliss. Yuuichirou was so warm, so soft and tight, wet and open
for him… his taste rested on Mikaela’s tongue and his mouth parted with a gasp
as he inched further and further in. His chest rose and fell heavily and he
reached up with one hand to brush his sweaty bangs aside.
He peered down at Yuuichirou with a gentle smile, his expression soft and
tender from the sheer intimacy of their connection in that very moment.
Yuuichirou couldn’t reply to Mikaela because he didn’t hear him.
There was a vast difference between rushing into something readily and being
ready for what one rushes into. Yuuichirou wasn’t quite sure which category he
fell into.
Having Mikaela push inside of him left him breathless. He couldn’t quite seem
to catch the air in his mouth. When he finally did, he cursed. His legs stayed
statuesque in their position until he carefully reached down to hold them open
and take the edge of the strain on his body.
Gasping, he spread his legs a little wider and clenched his eyes shut only to
open them immediately after several times until they watered at the edges.
Weakly chuckling, he said, “Mika, you need to shrink your dick.” He looked down
between his body and Mikaela, then smiled.
When he feared Mikaela might pull out due to his pained initial reaction,
Yuuichirou quickly tightened around Mikaela, warning him, “stay still. Just for
a moment. I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was but I don’t want you to pull
out, okay?” He closed his eyes once more and began to take deep, measured
breaths.
Mikaela waited patiently, nodding along as Yuuichirou adjusted and controlled
his breathing. Mikaela’s heart was hammering as he watched Yuuichirou’s
expressions and felt him shift around his girth.
Yuuichirou was sure Mikaela had to be trembling, waiting patiently as he was
and honestly, Yuuichirou felt for him. The restraint Mikaela must have had
being inside of somebody he loved... Yuuichirou could only imagine it. He
opened his eyes in time to catch Mikaela’s staring at him.
Smiling again, he released his legs and positioned them either side of
Mikaela’s body and then locked his ankles together behind Mikaela, quickly
using his hands to yank Mikaela over him. His body bent slightly and he drew
Mikaela into a slow, grateful kiss.
“Thank you for waiting for me, Mika,” he said gently. Yuuichirou continued on
to say, “you don’t need to wait anymore.”
Mikaela’s heart almost stopped at those words.
It was almost like Yuuichirou knew the truth in that moment, that Mikaela had
been in love with him for months prior to their first initial meeting. It was
like he could see right into Mikaela’s heart, and Mikaela’s breath stuttered in
reaction.
There was no other way could he thank Yuuichirou more than what he was about to
do. He curled his fingers in the sheets beneath them and moved his hips for the
first time, rocking himself in and out of Yuuichirou languidly.
He wasn’t sure how long he would last.
Yuuichirou was just so perfect, squeezing around him with every inch of skin
that touched burning hot like fire. Mikaela moved his hands and clutched
Yuuichirou close to him, shuddering as he began thrusting in harder and deeper.
“Yuu-chan…!” Mikaela gasped as pleasure seized his body and made him shake. He
continued on, moving himself deeply and nudging against Yuuichirou’s deepest
parts. Gasps and groans escaped his lips as he wondered if he ever felt so good
in his life.
“Mika,” he called back tenderly. He could taste Mikaela’s voice on his tongue.
His voice that was so sweet and innocently full of a kindness that he himself
could never have. It was an addictive taste. He reached out, locking his arms
around Mikaela’s neck and dragged him into another kiss. “Mika,” he mewled,
quietly.
Yuuichirou forgot himself in that moment; when their lips connected and their
hips rubbed together, he couldn’t think. Mikaela’s cock throbbed so deeply
inside of him and left him feeling so good that a blank mind was all he could
wish for. He didn’t need to think about things, he just needed to feel.
In and out, out and in - Mikaela’s cock let him do just that.
Thick and hot, each rub inside of him burned, sending such pleasurable spikes
to his cock. He knew he was close. From the moment the head of Mikaela’s cock
had pressed against his wet, loosened hole, Yuuichirou knew he was close. But
desperate to last a little longer in this utopia of their own creation,
Yuuichirou had held back.
But now he didn’t have to hold back. Mikaela had begun to shake. He was calling
Yuuichirou’s name. Moving faster, thrusting deep. Getting needier. Yuuichirou
no longer needed to quell his desire when he could feel Mikaela’s building so
swiftly inside of him. Messily, he tugged Mikaela into another kiss. Panting
between each gulped breath managed. And he said, “I’m so close Mika, so close…”
Mikaela’s mind was whirling with the pleasure and he fought against the strain
of exhaustion in his thighs. He powered through, motivated by the pleasure he
felt and the sounds Yuuichirou made.
“S-Senpai, Senpai…!” Mikaela nearly sobbed out, unable to think of anything
else. Flashbacks whirred through his mind of Yuuichirou’s smile, the glimpses
he got from a distance all those months ago. He remembered all of the dreams
and fantasies, and now- now, the real Yuuichirou was coming undone beneath him.
Now, Mikaela was all the way inside of him, hardly holding himself back from
orgasm. He reached down between their bodies and gripped Yuuichirou’s cock
messily. He stroked it, encouraging Yuuichirou to come. He needed it- he needed
to see Yuuichirou’s face and hear his sounds as he reached that pinnacle.
He was so close…
“S-Senpai… Yuu-senpai…!” Mikaela choked out, gripping Yuuichirou’s cock just a
tad tighter.
“Fuck,” Yuuichirou grunted.
Mikaela’s hand had barely managed one full stroke of his cock before Yuuichirou
was spilling come all over it. His breath hitched and he made the smallest of
sounds as his hips jerked. His lips fell open, lingering that way until a jerky
pleasure - orgasm finished washing over him.
He came down from the high panting and gulping for the air he had denied as
every nerve in his body focused on the cum now dribbling over both Mikaela and
himself. A chest-tightening feeling of selfishness swallowed him whole when he
was able to relax and found Mikaela still hard inside of him.
His energy had gone. His bones felt like rubber and all he wanted to do was
cuddle. Everything from the last few minutes was a mess of visions in his mind
and he couldn’t make sense of it, but there was one thing that stood out.
Mikaela calling him senpai. He groaned loudly at the memory and forcibly
tightened down on Mikaela’s cock.
“Mika,” he cooed weakly, “Mikaela, I really think I love you…”
Mikaela stopped holding himself back. After seeing Yuuichirou cum, watching his
mouth part with a soft broken sound, he couldn’t help it. Yuuichirou tightened
around him and Mikaela’s self-resolve crumbled. He rocked himself in again and
came deep inside, right up against Yuuichirou’s prostate.
Mikaela slumped against him as he gasped for breath. He couldn’t do much
besides hold Yuuichirou close to him and pant, and before his muddled mind
could clear itself up, he realized he was muttering this thoughts out loud.
“I’m so happy, Yuu-chan…” Mikaela was saying, his vision hazy with lust and
love. “I’ve been wanting to hear that for a-almost a year now…” the words
tumbled from his lips before he could think twice.
Yuuichirou could only lazily nod along, barely hearing a word but still
managing to reply, "sounds about ri- WHAT!?”
Yuuichirou suddenly sat up, knocking their heads together painfully as he
yelled in response.
“A year!?”
Chapter End Notes
     Vix: I'd say sorry, but... //glares at Chrystal//
     Lmao I love her. She just disappeared forever, for reasons, as always
     ;P feel sorry for me, I'm the one who has to roleplay with her. It's
     okayyyyy. We had fun today writing the rest of this chapter.
     "CTRL F THE LUBE" was the highlight of the evening... ;D
     Thanks for sticking with us for so long. We've got one more chapter
     left for you all that we'll get out hopefully before the year is
     over... ahem... CHRYSTAL. c:
     See you... eventually! ;D
***** Let Me Teach You *****
Chapter Summary
     After Yuuichirou finds out the truth behind Mikaela's crush, he falls
     even more in love with Mikaela- if that's even possible. And then
     they continue on enjoying their night alone with each other.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Mikaela’s heart stopped in the realization of what he had just admitted. 
Yuuichirou cursed. 
It felt like he had taken a pounding. 
Admittedly, in some regard, he supposed he had, but it wasn’t what he meant.
Protectively and tenderly rubbing at the ache that had dug itself into his
skull, Yuuichirou tried to make sense of what he had heard.
“A year? Did I hear that correctly?” 
He watched Mikaela thoughtfully. He took in the sudden expression on his face
and he smiled, confused. “But-” he began to count his fingers. “We haven’t
known each other that long.” 
Chuckling hesitantly, because surely Mikaela was joking, he tried to shift into
a more comfortable position. Mikaela’s weight stopped him and he dropped down
onto his back, turning his gaze on the ceiling. If it wasn’t a joke, it wasn’t
that he minded, it was just-
His eyes went wide.
“I’ve been such an idiot,” he groaned.
Mikaela’s face was burning red now and the ache in his head was forgotten. His
arms shook slightly as he tried to support his weight above Yuuichirou. He was
looking everywhere but Yuuichirou’s face at that moment, but he finally willed
himself to look back at him. 
Mikaela sucked in a little breath and pulled himself out of Yuuichirou gently,
allowing himself to stare at Yuuichirou’s legs and watch them shudder from the
change in position. He tried not to stare between his legs- he really did- but
it was hard to when he saw his own cum leaking out and sticking to his thighs. 
It was too sensual. Mikaela might get hard again at this rate- he turned his
eyes away as the tips of his ears burned hot. 
“I…” Mikaela’s throat was tight. How was he supposed to admit this…? He gulped
and took a shaky breath. “I’ve had a crush on you… since the end of the last
school year.” His heart thundered as he remembered the day when he first
noticed Yuuichirou. It was such a small moment. 
“I was at the vending machine to get some juice and you were- well. You were in
front of me and you got the last Fanta they had. When you turned around and saw
me, you kinda went off chattering even though you didn’t know me very well, it
was actually really cute.” Mikaela smiled fondly at the memory. “You were all,
‘Oh no, I hope this wasn’t the one you wanted! Was it? Oh god, it was, wasn’t
it? I’m such a jerk, ugh, here- just take it, I’ll get something else later.
Shit, I’m gonna be late to class. Damn that old man is gonna kick my ass-‘ and
before I knew what was happening, you shoved the Fanta in my hands and
bolted.” 
Mikaela’s cheeks warmed and he swallowed, “ever since, I just… kept seeing you
around the school and watching you, realizing how cute you were, how much I
wanted to get close to you… hold your hand, kiss you, and-“ Mikaela’s fingers
reached out and brushed along Yuuichirou’s cheek. “And make love to you. So
when Guren told me to tutor you, I felt like it was too good to be true.” 
Yuuichirou racked his brains, determined to pull the vague memory from the
masses of those already forgotten about. For a few moments he thought he had
found it but quickly realized he was playing a story based on Mikaela’s words.
He was getting close though, he could feel it. Just a few more seconds surely
and he would find it.
He rather regretted not getting those seconds when Mikaela mentioned making
love to him. He didn’t regret hearing such a beautiful honest phrase - nor any
of what had been said before it but the selfish desperation to remember the
first expression he had seen on Mikaela was too strong, too distracting. “I
wish I wasn’t so dim-witted sometimes,” he replied, sighing.
Drawing Mikaela into his arms and bringing them both back down to the bed, he
ran his thumbs over the edge of Mikaela’s ears and leaned up to lock their lips
into a soft kiss. He could taste of the heat of their lovemaking in the air
that moved between their mouths and when they broke apart, he missed it
immensely. “To think we could have been kissing for a whole year right now.”
He grinned, determined to make this into something of a humorous memory. “We
could have had sex so many times as well. I’ll have to make it up to you, not
seeing your feelings on that day.” He was still shocked but Mikaela’s
explanation had been like a Band-Aid, soothing the sting of regret that tried
to fill his lungs. “In fact,” he teased, “I could just make it up to you right
now.”
Moving his fingers behind Mikaela’s head and threading them through his messy,
sweaty hair, Yuuichirou lured Mikaela into another kiss. This time he didn’t so
much taste the lustful air between them as he gulped it down. He lifted his
hips up, letting desire fill and fuel his mind once more. “I love you, Mika.
And I’ve let you suffer loving me in silence for too long, so let me make it up
to you, ne?”
Mikaela almost couldn’t breathe from how heavy his heart was beating.
Yuuichirou was a gift, he swore on it. How could anyone be so perfect and love
him so unconditionally like Yuuichirou loved Mikaela? 
Even though he just came and was satisfied with release, Yuuichirou’s kisses
were already sending a coil of heat down his spine, making him feel tight and
pent up all over again. He moaned softly and kissed Yuuichirou back, slipping
his tongue into Yuuichirou’s mouth with the urge to fill him up once again.
His mind was hazy with love and lust and he clutched Yuuichirou’s body. It
burned under his fingertips and he felt so soft, so tender that Mikaela
wondered just how much further he could go. It was a pleasant feeling that
tickled Mikaela’s heart, making him feel a little weak and tired, but in the
sated, comforting type of way. 
“I never thought… I would get the chance to hold you this way,” Mikaela
whispered against his lips. “I planned to keep my feelings buried and never let
you know, but I just couldn’t help myself after a while… I never thought you’d
love me back, Yuu-chan. I’m so lucky.” Mikaela still wondered if he was
dreaming up some long, stretched out fantasy and that he’d wake up and realize
he and Yuuichirou never were set up to be tutor and student in the first place.
That instead, Guren hired a professional, and Mikaela would continue longing
from a distance until Yuuichirou graduated and Mikaela was left feeling empty… 
… instead, this was the reality, and Yuuichirou loved him back. Mikaela still
couldn’t believe it at times. He nudged Yuuichirou’s jaw with his nose so he
could lean down and kiss on his neck, peppering soft, feather-light kisses on
the prominent hickey that bloomed red against his smooth skin.
“That’s silly,” Yuuichirou laughed. “Didn’t anybody ever tell you it’s a bad
idea to keep your feelings bottled up?” 
He smiled for Mikaela; a wide, loving and beautiful smile. The term ‘practice
what you preach’ seeped into his mind but he ignored it and giggled as
Mikaela’s gorgeous lips peppered him with affection. He squirmed and wriggled
and did his best to roll them over only to fail.
“I said I would make it up to you, stop giving me kisses and lay on your back.
Come on Mika, really, stop. You’re tickling me,” he said, giggling between
words. 
Unsure of how best to stop Mikaela when his words weren’t enough, Yuuichirou
did the next best thing that came to mind. He laid his hands on Mikaela’s ass
and dragged Mikaela’s cock to his own, rubbing them together. “Mika,” he
teased. “Come on, let me do something for you-ah,fuck-” 
The hickey burned on his neck but it wasn’t unpleasant. If anything it only
served to worsen the pleasure building up inside of him; while not a bad thing,
he didn’t want to succumb to desire and fall boneless. He wanted Mikaela to.
“Damn it, Mika. You hopeless tease, you’re ruining my attempt to be all sappy
and romantic, you loser,” he scolded Mikaela, but the laughter in his throat
swallowed any real heat from the telling off.
Mikaela’s heart fluttered with joy and he couldn’t help himself from laughing
at how cute Yuuichirou was. He was doing all he could to seduce Mikaela, and
little did he know it really was working. He was riled up from the sensation to
his cock, especially after it was sensitive and spent. 
“Alright,” Mikaela caved in and rolled onto his back, pulling Yuuichirou over
him. “What is it that you wanted me to do, hm? Was it this?” Mikaela asked
casually as his hand danced around Yuuichirou’s hip. He gave his ass a little
squeeze, then dipped his fingers lower and poked at his hole lightly. 
But then, as if he did nothing, Mikaela removed his hand and simply laid there,
blinking up at Yuuichirou fondly. He couldn’t help his eyes from flicking down
at the hickey and the other smaller marks spotting Yuuichirou’s collarbones and
chest. It was endearing to see him so marked up and claimed by Mikaela. 
“You are a demon,” Yuuichirou said hotly.
His carefully unfolding plan to show Mikaela how much he meant to him was being
diverted with such ease, Yuuichirou had to wonder why he planned and plotted
anything at all. “But you’re a demon I love, so I’ll forgive you for being
terrible at not listening just this once, ne?”  
Mikaela’s eyes were glittering with amusement at Yuuichirou’s playfulness. He
was curious at what he’d do next and he felt relatively relaxed, especially
since they had already gone one round. He was satisfied, but Yuuichirou
promised him more and Mikaela finally laid back and relaxed. He would let
Yuuichirou do as he pleased.
Mikaela’s mind was hazy and blurry. He let out a contented sigh was about to
get comfortable after Yuuichirou’s tease. 
Licking his lips, Yuuichirou tried his best not to let his attention be drawn
to the phantom memory of Mikaela’s finger running down the crack of his ass nor
the lingering feeling of his finger having pressed inside of him. What they
were doing now wasn’t about him, it was about Mikaela.
It was about showing Mikaela just how much he loved him.
Throwing himself forward, hoping to catch Mikaela off guard, he caught him in a
heated kiss and raised his ass higher into the air. 
Mikaela was breathless after that, with his eyes widened as they watched
Yuuichirou inch down his body and to his hardening cock. 
Leaning his weight down onto his left hand that he placed palm down beside
Mikaela’s hip, Yuuichirou shuffled himself backwards until their lips could no
longer touch.
“Feel free to moan loudly, OK, Mika?” Yuuichirou said cockily. 
“Yuu-chan…” Mikaela breathed in response to his tease.
Placing his other hand so that he had a hand either side of Mikaela’s hips, he
lowered his chest down until his lips were ghosting over Mikaela’s cock.
Mikaela’s throat tightened so that only a weak sound escaped. Yuuichirou was
there between his parted thighs, his eyes glimmering as they looked up at
Mikaela through his black bangs. 
After a teasing hot puff of breath, Yuuichirou gave a long, languid lick from
the base to the head before sucking it into his mouth and moaning.
Oh god…Mikaela shuddered from the sudden sensation. Yuuichirou was using tongue
and any other thoughts Mikaela had were overrun by pleasure. 
He was just getting riled up again after their first round, and to have
Yuuichirou’s tongue and now mouth working down between his legs made his heart
leap in shock. Mikaela’s back arched and he did his best to hold his hips down.
He bit his lip and flushed red, curling his fingers in the sheets and tugging
them for some sort of leverage. 
“Meh-ka,” Yuuichirou moaned, working his mouth around Mikaela’s cock. Sucking
it in deep and then freeing it completely, he took a much needed breath.
“Mika,” he smiled. “You have a really strong taste.” 
He licked his lips rather exaggeratedly, hoping to garner too much of Mikaela’s
attention. To have Mikaela squirming beneath him like this and moaning his name
was a memory Yuuichirou would treasure every time he got to experience it.
Spreading Mikaela’s thighs apart further, he inhaled the cock back into his
mouth and moaned. His ass ached. He longed to be filled again, but that was a
selfish thought. This was all for Mikaela after all, not himself. Mikaela had
waited so long for him and so patiently too.
He deserved a prize. A medal. The best blow job Yuuichirou could give him.
Massaging Mikaela’s thighs, he managed to make himself louder, lewder and
sucked on Mikaela’s cock as if it were the best thing on the planet and was
anybody to ever ask, he would proudly say that yes, actually, it really was.
… Save for Mikaela himself, of course.
Mikaela was quickly becoming a mess. His body shook and quivered, loosened and
relaxed. Pleasure attacked him in waves, rolling up his spine and through his
aching muscles. It seized control of him and caused him to moan, toss his head
back and gasp for air, as if he was underwater. 
He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He moved his hands around and
eventually settled on one hand clutching the sheets and the other gripping
Yuuichirou’s hair; his soft, silky hair that slid smoothly through his fingers.
Mikaela gave it a little tug now and then just to feel Yuuichirou tighten
around him and to hear his muffled moan.
And of course, to feel its affect on his cock. It made his body buzz with
delight and he did it over and over, trying varying grips- tugging slowly,
sharply, and then petting his hair lovingly. 
Most of it was instinctual; how was Mikaela supposed to think clearly when he
was being absolutely lavished by Yuuichirou? Still, whenever his mind would
surface to some level of clarity, he would make sure to tease Yuuichirou a
little bit and touch his hair, his face, anything. 
When he started to feel really good, like the pleasure was all amounting to a
certain peak, Mikaela rocked his hips lightly, thrusting himself into
Yuuichirou’s hot mouth. And god, did it feel good… he moved his hips a little
bit, again and again until he was lightly fucking Yuuichirou’s mouth. He bit
down on his lip and breathed out a sharp and soft, “fuck,Yuu-chan…!” 
Yuuichirou listened to the absolutely perfect sounds Mikaela was making and
while he could not make the face to smirk, the deviousness of one shone
brightly in his eyes. He hollowed his cheeks, sucked harder on Mikaela’s cock
and tongued lightly where the taste of salt was strongest. 
He looked up, raking his eyes over the length of Mikaela’s body and was left
hot and bothered by the way Mikaela’s face looked breathless with pleasure. He
pulled his mouth away and climbed up Mikaela’s body, unable to resist the
allure of that soft, dirty mouth as he laid his own lips on Mikaela’s own.
“You’re gorgeous, Mika,” he said, wrapping one of his hands around Mikaela’s
cock and stroking it to keep up the blissful, beautiful look on Mikaela’s face.
“You’re perfect and gorgeous and the face you’re making right now is so
naughty, Mika. Did you know that?”
He wondered what it would be like to see Mikaela snap, to see Mikaela lose his
bearings because of him. It brought quite a few fantasies into his mind and he
pressed his lips to Mikaela’s once more, leaning more of his weight into him. 
When he pulled back, he descended back down between Mikaela’s legs and said,
“let me taste all of you, alright, Mika?”
It was tempting to sit back and allow Yuuichirou to do what he wanted. Mikaela
already let him do just that. But now… 
He really was at his limit. 
Mikaela sat up instead, staring down at Yuuichirou with a flame passion in his
eyes. He shook his head. 
“It’s my turn, Yuu-chan,” Mikaela argued, then cupped Yuuichirou’s face and
pulled him into a deep kiss which he would control this time. With powerful and
deep strokes of his tongue, he coaxed moans and whimpers from Yuuichirou’s
delectable lips. 
Once he felt Yuuichirou go limp in his arms, he flipped them over and pushed
Yuuichirou’s thighs open with a hungry swipe of his tongue across his lips. 
“I want to taste you, too.” Mikaela reached down and trailed his fingers up the
underside of Yuuichirou’s cock, watching how the feathery-light sensation
caused a tremor to creep up Yuuichirou’s body and make him gasp. “Would you let
me do that, Senpai?“ Mikaela played innocent with a cute blink of his eyes, but
his lips betrayed him and curved into a playful smirk not long after. 
Yuuichirou immediately groaned a groan halfway between pleasure and mock-
exasperation. 
“Oh Mika,” he said through a softly taken breath, “just what have I done to
you… you’re so perverted.” 
He looked down his body, relaxing into the firmness beneath him and stared at
the deviously dirty smirk on Mikaela’s face. He bit lightly on his lower lip;
that was definitely not an expression he had taught Mikaela, so perhaps this
lewd side of Mikaela really had very little to do with Yuuichirou at all…
perhaps.
“But, the answer is yes. I can’t say no to a voice like that,” he continued,
smiling as he pulled the back of one hand to his lips and slightly muffled his
voice. Behind that hand he licked his lips, indulging in the residue taste of
salt. “But you owe me, I was really enjoying your taste, you know?”
He grinned, lowering his hand and gestured with his eyes down to his cock where
his erection was prominent and curving. The head was darkened and the sensation
in his balls was something else. He looked up to Mikaela once again and like
before, only this time unhidden, he licked his lips.
Mikaela’s grin was victorious. He leaned down, ghosting his lips over
Yuuichirou’s before trailing them down and brushing them along Yuuichirou’s
soft skin. He pressed soft butterfly kisses along his neck and collarbone, but
slowly he began adding the tip of his tongue and a brush of his teeth as he
worked his way lower and lower. 
Soon enough, he was settled between Yuuichirou’s legs, his head delicately
tilted to press his lips on the soft spot of Yuuichirou’s inner thigh. He
parted his lips and his eyes fluttered shut as he sucked a mark on the
sensitive area. The sounds- not only from sucking on Yuuichirou’s skin, but the
gasps and groans Yuuichirou allowed to slip past his lips- drove Mikaela
further into his desire.
He pulled away from his thigh, leaving behind a wet spot of saliva. Mikaela bit
down on his bottom lip for a moment as he stared at the darkening mark on
Yuuichirou’s thigh.
All mine… 
Mikaela grinned and his breath fanned out on Yuuichirou’s dick. He watched as
it twitched in response, and Mikaela finally leaned down and took the head past
his lips. As he swirled his tongue around the tip, he lifted his eyes to watch
Yuuichirou’s expressions with interest. 
"Mika," Yuuichirou moaned quietly, sighing from the satisfaction of wet warmth
over the sensitive head of his cock. Relaxing and spreading his legs a little
wider, Yuuichirou suddenly tensed up when Mikaela's tongue licked over the hot
skin and his stomach tightened.
Covering his mouth to numb his sounds, he raised his chest slightly, giving him
a better angle in which to watch Mikaela and his knees twitched at the
gorgeously wonderful sight before him. He slumped back down and stared up at
the ceiling. He could hardly believe how fast his heart was pounding.
It wasn't just his lust affecting him either, it was his emotions. His chest
was warm and there was a nervous fluttering in his stomach. Almost unable to
believe that any of this was real, he squeezed his eyes shut and let his hand
fall away from his mouth, taking in a deep, drawn out breath.
"Mika," he said again. "Feels so good..."
Mikaela shuddered at the breathy sound of Yuuichirou’s voice. It hardly felt
like they had already went one round. He was burning up with how badly he
wanted to bring Yuuichirou to climax again, as if he had never accomplished it
before.
His lips parted from the tip of Yuuichirou’s cock, connected only by a sloppy
strand of saliva. He then inched close again, breathing cool air teasingly
along his wet and sensitive dick, then leaned down and began licking the sides
with slow, languid strokes of his tongue. 
Mikaela watched Yuuichirou, his eyes dark and glassy as he rolled his tongue
all along his hot length. Mikaela sucked and nipped at it like it tasted better
than anything he’d ever eaten before. A few moans slipped from Mikaela’s own
throat, making Yuuichirou’s dick tingle whenever Mikaela’s lips were around the
head again.
Yuuichirou squirmed. He tried to calm himself but this was Mikaela. This was
Mikaela's talented tongue that was making him feel all sorts of feelings.
Moving seemed like the only thing he could do to handle it all.
The knowledge that Mikaela's beautiful eyes were looking upon him while full of
him made him keen and groan. The warm, wet and so very soft way Mikaela took
his length made the heat in his gut boil and the tightness coil more. 
It was euphoric and it made him squeeze his eyes shut until suddenly, he had to
open them and say, "M-Mika. W-Wait. I'm clo... ngh... close." He seized up,
going rigid and feeling a wash of guilt before a truly euphoric sensation
washed over him. Unable to hold back, he came. 
For a few blissful seconds, he forgot everything. His body was at Mikaela's
mercy and he had never seemed so vulnerable. He came back shaking in a way that
it was almost unnoticeable and yet, shaking, he still was. He opened his eyes
and peered down his body at Mikaela and smiled apologetically.
"S-Sorry for coming in your mouth..."
As if Mikaela could be mad at him for such an experience. Mikaela felt all
sorts of satisfaction rush through him at the way Yuuichirou tensed up and
warned him of being close to climax.  Knowing that his own mouth was what
caused Yuuichirou to react this way made Mikaela want to smirk with how proud
he felt.
And then with a sudden jerk of his hips, Yuuichirou spilled out into Mikaela’s
mouth in hot bursts. Mikaela swallowed it down even as his own body tensed from
the strong taste. The intense moment made Mikaela’s own cock throb hotly, and
slowly Mikaela pulled back, his lips still shiny and wet from saliva.
After swiping his tongue over his lips, Mikaela lifted his eyes up to
Yuuichirou’s and caught his embarrassed, almost guilty expression as he
apologized for what just happened. Mikaela studied his face for a moment, then
grinned and crawled up Yuuichirou’s body.
Everything was warm- both Mikaela’s body and Yuuichirou’s body. Pressed
together, Mikaela wasn’t sure if the warmth calmed him or stirred him up. It
likely was a mixture of both forms of sensations.
When their noses brushed, he whispered, “That’s nothing to apologize for.
You’re amazing, Yuu-chan…” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to
Yuuichirou’s lips, feeling tender from their deep connection. His own cock was
still hard between their bodies, but he paid it no mind as he cuddled
Yuuichirou during his post-orgasmic bliss.
Yuuichirou nodded, smiling blissfully still. He felt dazed but warm. The heat
squashed between their bodies as they cuddled left him sleepy but happy and he
wrapped his arms around Mikaela in return. 
"I'm so lucky," he replied breathily, "to have found somebody as amazing as
you, Mika." 
He opened his eyes to see thick tuffs of blond covered his vision and a burst
of energy surged through him. His smile deepened as he held Mikaela tighter and
then rolled them over so that he could lay over Mikaela's chest and between his
legs.
Gently, he rested his head on Mikaela's shoulder, looking at an unfocused
picture of Mikaela's neck, cheek and ear before leaning in to kiss the cheek.
Sinking his weight down on Mikaela, he closed his eyes and shifted his leg over
to feel it roll over Mikaela's erection.
He didn't blush this time but rather lifted his head up.
"Mika," he said quietly. "You're hard again... do you want to...?"
It wasn't like Mikaela needed release in that moment. He was cozy with
Yuuichirou lazily pressing kisses around his face. 
But he couldn't help to be curious. He reached over to run his hand through
Yuuichirou's soft hair, loving how the strands slipped between his fingers. 
"Want to what, Yuu-chan?" Mikaela asked softly, mischief gleaming in his blue
eyes. What did Yuuichirou have hiding up his sleeve this time?
Yuuichirou didn't want to fluster. Not again. Not after the million of times he
had since he had met Mikaela and yet, there he was and this time with the
blustering noise of somebody trying their best not to be cute. 
By the time he had found his voice and his confidence again, he had managed to
shove Mikaela onto his back and sat firmly over Mikaela's groin. "I mean this,
you damn tease." 
He pouted and after folding his arms over his chest and leaving his expression
hotly pouty, he ground his hips down, dragging his ass over Mikaela's hard
length. He could feel it slipped between his cheeks but he didn't shudder even
when his own cock twitched. 
Doing it again, he leaned down and drew Mikaela into a hot, tongue-heavy kiss
and as he pulled back, saliva glistening on his lips, he added, "and this."
God, Mikaela couldn’t believe how sexy Yuuichirou could be. His blood now
burned like fire as it pumped through his body, riling him up and making him
tremble.
That sweet friction right where it implies the most drove Mikaela almost
entirely off the edge. He bit his lip and reached out, grabbing hold of
Yuuichirou’s hips as he rolled his own, further pushing the heat between their
bodies. Yuuichirou was so spent, all hot and soft from multiple rounds of
lovemaking and Mikaela was exhausted, but here he was rolling his hips like it
was just the beginning.
Little did he realize he was much closer than he expected to be. The rush of
his climax caught Mikaela entirely by surprise and his mouth fell open in a
silent gasp. He grabbed Yuuichirou’s hips tighter, choking on a pleasured sound
as he came all over Yuuichirou’s ass and lower back in hot spurts.
With his mind reeling, Mikaela flopped back and finally sucked in the deep
breath he needed, his face flushed from overstimulation and a slight hint of
humiliation. 
He just came… only because Yuuichirou was lightly grinding on him and teasing
him. He could give himself some slack because they had just spent their first
time together, but still, Mikaela lifted an arm to cover his eyes from how
flustered he was. 
Yuuichirou watched Mikaela's expression as the orgasm hit. It was beyond
beautiful. His own body tingled at such a sight but it was when Mikaela's
cheeks glowed red and his breath seemed too deep that he realized Mikaela was
done for the night.
He smiled, content to stop and leaned down to kiss Mikaela's nose. 
Mikaela scrunched his nose in response to the feather-light sensation, too
breathless to say anything. He blinked dazedly at Yuuichirou, his stomach
tightening with affectionate butterflies at how close those gorgeous green eyes
were to his own.
"I love you," Yuuichirou said suddenly, laying down on top of Mikaela and
cuddling him. When Mikaela cuddled back, he beamed, feeling nothing but warmth
in his chest until an idea came to him. "I love everything about you.
Especially that you can't handle a little tease like me."
Mikaela couldn’t help feeling even more embarrassed. He opened his mouth to
respond and instead averted his eyes, his heart pounding quickly. “I love you
too, Yuu-chan,” he responded honestly. Part of him was tempted to call
Yuuichirou ‘Senpai’ again, but he bit down the name in favor of the new one.
After all, he did like how ‘Yuu-chan’ made Yuuichirou fidgety and red-faced
every so often.
He’s had so many fantasies in his past about Yuuichirou. He always imagined
what sex would be like between them, but nothing in his wildest dreams could
match up to the real thing. Nothing could compare to the real Yuuichirou
sitting here- he brought the imaginary Yuuichirou to shame.
Flashes came to Yuuichirou’s memory of the many times he had felt flustered and
embarrassed by the many, accidentally provocative and lewd situations the two
of them had been in, and Yuuichirou's idea only felt reinforced. 
"I'm pretty experienced with devious little teases myself," he continued,
laying his body down on top of Mikaela's. 
Mikaela’s heart thundered and he responded, “I’ve noticed, Yuu-chan.” He
couldn’t hold back a little laugh that edged his reply.
Dancing the tips of his fingers over Mikaela's chest but just below the edge of
his shoulder, he leaned up and lewdly whispered against Mikaela’s lips.
“Why don't you let me teach you?"
 
 
END
Chapter End Notes
     Vix: WOW WE FINALLY POSTED IT!!!!
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