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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Aoyagi_Hajime/Teshima_Junta, Aoyagi_Hajime/Kaburagi_Issa, Doubashi
      Masakiyo/Kaburagi_Issa
  Character:
      Teshima_Junta, Aoyagi_Hajime, Doubashi_Masakiyo, Kaburagi_Issa, OCs-just
      to_further_plot, others-not_important_to_the_plot
  Additional Tags:
      Porn_With_Plot, POV_First_Person, Angst_and_Fluff_and_Smut, Manga
      Spoilers, Alternate_Universe_-_College/University, I_suck_at_tags,
      Established_Relationship, Underage_Smoking, Underage_Drinking, Underage
      Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of Oh..._(the_series)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-28 Completed: 2016-04-30 Chapters: 20/20 Words: 62871
****** Oh yeah... ******
by Vashiekk
Summary
     (Another drunk rambling -- and it's complete! Continuation for my
     last longer fanfiction~. Thanks for all the reads and kudos! :D ) The
     College life is a new change for this couple... and classes haven't
     started yet!
Notes
     (Teshima's PoV!)
***** Oh yeah, there’s another story... *****
Koya University.
On the outskirts of our city sits this smaller than average establishment. With
it being on the borders of a forest, it brings a relaxing feeling of isolation
to the students. Thick trees and brush are at all sides with barely any
vehicles passing by, day or night. With this being a place of the arts, having
privacy is key. The dorms are different than most standard Colleges as well.
Sure, there's a large dorm building that can house students, but if paying some
extra, you get a cabin out in the woods all to yourself or with a roommate.
This and me and Aoyagi's case.
Our parents pitched in for the privacy of a cabin once we mentioned that we
started dating without batting an eyelash. Both accepted our attachment like it
wasn't anything new. They've seen us been more affectionate then most best
friends would be on multiple occasions. Just little stuff like holding hands
and cuddling up on the couch, but I wouldn't be surprised if they heard us
being... -closer- when upstairs. Despite Aoyagi's silent nature, he can quite
the loud one when between the sheets. Can blame me fully for that.
The headmaster has concerns that we won't work being roommates due to the fact
that Aoyagi came here to further his skills in painting and illustration, while
I attend for singing and writing. Majority of dorm mates share the same
interests, but how bad could it get? Worse case, I can always practice out in
the open areas of the fenced off woods if I get too loud and Aoyagi can do the
same when needing silence.
Our cabin is located deep within the brush, the main building of the school
barely within sights even during the day. Thankfully, there's a dirt path that
curves around and leads up to it, so our bikes will come in handy. Not to
mention the club here as well. We haven't signed up just yet, seeing as we just
moved in.
It's small, but big enough to easily give privacy for two people. It enters
into the large living room, it connected to the kitchen without a door or wall.
Down a short hallway is the bedroom on the right and bathroom at the left.
Despite being a cottage style home, the bathroom and kitchen are both fully
functioning and act like one in any home. It's modern, but still gives the vibe
of out camping on vacation. Truthfully, it's relaxing. With both of us being so
used to the city life, it's a huge change. Silence. Can see that getting on my
nerves eventually, but I could always spend time at the main building if
needing the social environment.
The majority of our furniture was donated by either of our parents from our old
rooms, but we did the favor of purchasing a queen sized bed to accommodate us
sleeping together. That's pretty much the only thing that can fit inside the
tiny bedroom, along with a dresser to hold both our clothing. Could have used
the living area as the bedroom instead, but we believed that isn't necessary.
We'd be spending most our time in a more open area to fit our school related
items anyway. Easel, computer, microphone setup, everything needed to advance
our skills. Really, it's kinda cramped once adding the addition of a couch and
television, but it still feels like a home. To think, I'm living with my
partner for the first time...
“Is that everything, Teshima-san?” says Kaburagi with a wipe at his forehead.
With moving in during a weekend, he donated some time to help get everything
inside. Boxes and bags pile near the front door and atop the pre-setup
furniture, those containing our clothing and personal possessions.
“Should be! Thanks again for coming out here,” I reply with a pat at his
shoulder in thanks. Aoyagi and I barely did any of the heavy lifting, this
almost second year insisted doing the hard work. Will always appreciate that
fiery spirit.
“Darn, thought I'd get to spend more time with you two... still haven't
accepted that you're gone. The clubroom is going to feel so empty once school
starts up again...” Disappointment washes over his face.
“Hey, will still have the moving in party next week. You'll see us again real
soon and remember... you can stop by almost anytime. You have our numbers too
after all. We'll still get to hang out!” That once frown turns into a loving
smile before he embraces me into a tight hug with a chuckle.
“You're right! I hope you'll like the gifts I'm bringing to welcome you two to
your new home!” Aoyagi then steps in from the front door that's still wide open
– carrying the few items left from the moving van.
“That's everything,” he says simply after plopping the bags onto the brightly
colored couch. “The truck is leaving now.”
“That didn't take long,” I reply while peeling away from Kaburagi, “Unpacking
all this is going to be the long part.”
“Let me help!” butts in the younger one. Aoyagi responds with a shake of the
head once he steps up to him.
“We can handle this. Know you want to stay here, but we have things to take
care of.” Blunt as always, but he speaks the truth. Would only be more of a
hassle if someone else was stumbling around in attempts to help.
“This -is- our home for the next three years, we should set it up on our own.
Come now, go enjoy the rest of the school break. You and Doubashi have a date
tomorrow, right?” I add in. His eyes go wide for a moment with cheeks sporting
some color. Good he's still infatuated with him even after the events that took
place just a few weeks ago.
“Yeeeeah... our first movie date was so great, we decided on another before
break ends. Damn us being in different schools... I'll miss him too. Things
won't be the same when back at school...”
“You'll still have Danchiku and the rest of the team to support you. And think
of the new members that will be joining!” I reach up to scruff his hair like a
mother would to show affection to their child, that making his smile grow.
“Don't get too far in the dumps.” Aoyagi takes a step forward to quickly give a
peck of the lips to his forehead to further the comfort, red spreading to the
tips of his ears. Somehow, that still works on him. And as always, I find it
adorable.
“R-Right! You two be safe, alright? See you next week then!” He turns around
abruptly to sprint out the door and take off on his bike, obviously embarrassed
by our actions. Heh, I'm going to miss him too.
“Still giving him kisses despite him being taken? You're such a pervert,
Hajime~.” I taunt when closing up the door and locking it up. Before able to
turn back around, his arms are around my chest. Body presses close to mine when
he props his chin up on my shoulder.
“How about we break in that new bed, Junta~?” he coos innocently. Guess my
previous statement was true.
“Oh, a nap? That doesn't sound so bad...” A grin cracks on my face when I spot
Aoyagi's less-than-amused expression. He knows I'm just teasing him, so that
doesn't stop him from rocking his hips from side to side against me. We're both
exhausted from the past days of packing and moving, yet he wants to be
intimate? Guess it's the excitement driving him to be so open. Not going to lie
to myself either... the feeling of having complete privacy with the man I love
has gotten me worked up as well. We're all alone out here. Together.
Playing along, I turn to push him back by his shoulders until we reach the
bedroom – both of us smiling like fools. After shoving him down to the sheet-
less bed, our lips lock. Tongues take little time to start wrestling and
turning, moans escaping our throats. We turn and flop against it with a mixture
of giggles and moans, hands tangled up in our hair and across our bodies. Once
we find ourselves at our sides with legs folded over one another, there's a
sudden feeling of solace.
The fatigue hits us both like a ton of bricks, the urge to do anything active
fading. The comfort of the new bed and being with my partner in our home makes
my eyes fluttered closed involuntarily. I feel his body draw closer until it
presses to mine, head nuzzled against my chest. There's no pillows or blanket,
yet I can't help but feel comfortable.
Hearing his soft breaths... holding him so close to me.
It's all I ever wanted.
***** Oh, it already got smutty... *****
Chapter Summary
     ((Involves cakechan/AWDEKO's headcannon for Junta's little brother,
     Keita. With permission of course! Decided to make him sorta
     prankster, just to mess with his brother. ))
Blinking my eyes, the darkness of the room comes into sights. It's been quite a
few hours since I've been out judging by how we stopped moving in when the sun
was barely on the horizon. There's no glimpse of sunlight. Looking away from
the dark window, I find Aoyagi has already left the room. Must have woken up
before me. Being unadjusted to the new setting, I stumble to find the edge of
the bed and the direction of the door.
Swinging it open, and narrowly avoiding stubbing a toe, the kitchen and front
room light are on. Before spotting my dorm mate, I slip into the bathroom to
take care of the business needed there. Imminently inside, I spot something
different than before. Everything is setup. Shower curtains cover the medium
sized tub and personal items are stashed up in the glass cabinets. I slept
through him unpacking? Wonder if this is the only place in order...
Once finished up, I step back out to see Aoyagi busy in the kitchen. Multiple
boxes are broken open and emptied out throughout the rooms. He greets me a
loving smile when stashing away the remaining items in a larger box.
“Did I wake you up?” After putting away the last pan from it, he drags in
another container. I shake my head before stepping into the living room to flop
against the now empty couch with a yawn. Good nap, but I still feel pretty out
of it. By the front door rests a stack of unloaded boxes and bags, the majority
already taken care of. Just how long was I out?
“Nah~. Surprised you've up and moving. Did you get any sleep?” Besides the
bathroom, most others items are unloaded into the kitchen and living room.
Computer is fully setup up along with the overall setting of the room. I can't
complain with the way it looks. His organization skills are appreciated.
“Short nap, wanted to get started,” he responds when sorting though the next
pile.
“Started? You did more than that!” I chuckle when patting the open cushion,
“You've done enough already. How about a break, hm?” I peek over a shoulder to
see him saunter forward with a nod. He takes the seat right next to me to rest
a cheek at my shoulder. How tired out he must be... “You did a great job. Fixed
up our home so perfectly.” -Our- home. Wonder how long it will take to get used
to that line.
“Thank you...” he says coyly, “You like it?” He's being talkative today. Not
like I'm going to protest. There's still a lot missing, but those are just
minor details. Yet, an idea comes to mind when I look forward.
“Of course I do. Was thinking of putting your trophies just above the TV!”
“-Our- trophies.”
“Right... ours. All of this is ours.” Sharing everything will him... far
different than doing so with my younger brother Keita. Man, was he proud to see
his nii-san grow up and start a new life. He'll be starting high school this
year too... may be missing out on so much. Could see the jealousy on his face
when I told him I started dating Aoyagi! Too bad that little snot didn't get to
him before me!
“What's with that face, Junta?” I look over, dumbfounded from the statement.
Was I really expressing that much? He's now sitting up with a perked brow,
looking just as confused as I am.
“Sorry... just thinking about my brother. Said he may join the cycling club.
Just wish I was there to support him.” With the amount of years that we're
apart, it feels like I didn't make as hard of an impact on him. At least he
always looked up to me like I'm the coolest thing since sliced bread.
“You'll still have contact with him. Can support him from right here.” My smile
grows.
“That's true... and if he does join, I know he's in good hands.” I pause for a
moment when another thought comes. “Speaking of him!” After springing up from
the couch, I head into the kitchen and swing open the fridge to pull out two
bento boxes. “Almost forgot about these. He made us both a last minute lunch so
we could eat right after moving. Hope they haven't sat for too long.”
Did the favor of unloading the cold foods immediately after getting here for
obvious reasons. Unsure what he made us, but it was a just in case tactic.
Would feel horrible to have such a kind gesture go to waste. I grab two pairs
of chopsticks, which are thankfully still on the counter, and head back over. I
pass one over to Aoyagi and pop my own open. Inside is a simple rice dish
topped with what looks to be a fish sauce. The kanji for “Junta” is written out
with it, faded and mostly soaked into the rice.
“Looks like I got the right one. He do the same for yours?” Peeking over, I
confirm my thoughts. “Hajime” is written in the same way, along with a tiny
heart at the right corner. “Seems he still has a crush on you...” Keita
believed Aoyagi to be a girl at first, which started the whole crush in the
first place. Even after figuring out his gender, it stuck. “Wonder why you
picked me when there's plenty of other strapping young men!” He arches a brow
and gives a roll of the eyes, clearly unamused by my joke. A smile tugs at the
corner of his lips though, which is satisfying enough. He's the first to sample
the dish after breaking the sticks apart. “Is it any good? Flavor?”
“Plum,” he states firmly. He even remembered his taste when it comes to rice
dishes?! “Not bad. Would be better warm.”
“Figured that much, but our nap kinda ruined that, hrm?” I give a taste test of
my own to see if maybe he customized mine as well. Right when than familiar
tang hits my tongue, I feel my face contort to disgust. The spices he used...
are crumpled up tea leaves?! To think the taste of squid and overused vinegar
wasn't enough, he just -had- to add that detail. I try to hold back from
gagging, but that's a battle not easily won. My eyes begin to water when the
other flavor comes into play. The sauce used is a level of spicy this earth has
yet to savor. Heat rises over my face in an instant and my throat burns like
hell itself. Instead of spitting the vile food back into the box, I manage to
swallow it with a dry gulp. Why didn't I smell it first?! Unable to hold back,
I slam the container to the table and rush to the kitchen sink to run the tap.
I'm going to kill him!
“Junta?!” Aoyagi shouts from behind. He bolts over me give pats at my back, but
I reject the offer with a shake of the head. Not like he knows what's exactly
wrong with me, so I appreciate any reaches out to help. I slurp down any water
that catches in my cupped hands to cool the burning sensation, but for the main
part, to rid of the taste still coating my throat. The mixture of sweet and
sour -with- spicy? He made an effort to get on my nerves. Once the majority is
washed out, the tap is switched off.
“That little bastard!” I blurt out, “Moved out and he still plays a prank on
me? Next time I see him...” I peer over to Aoyagi, who is now smiling with
amusement. Although, can assume he's going to ask exactly what the joke was, so
I follow with, “Not the first time he's done this. Told him one time that spicy
foods and vinegar are disgusting to me, so...” At least he remembered my liking
for squid.
“Wish I had a sibling... sounds fun.” I give a roll of the eyes. Not like he's
missing out on much.
“What? Torturing one another? It's annoying, but at the same time, I know the
appeal. Coming up with plans, waiting for the right moment... glad to know even
after growing up, he still finds me a victim. He may even have an idea in mind
when he visits for that party next week. Means I have to be on my toes...”
Thankfully most of the disgusting taste has faded, but there still lingers the
burning sensation at the tip of my tongue. 'Have a lunch on me,' he said,
'you'll like it!' he said... my ass. He's normally pretty reserved around other
people, but not when comes to me or my partner. Hell, even seen him fight over
his affections with Imaizumi's little sister. Popular man you are Hajime... who
-doesn't- have a crush on you?
“You ok now, Junta?” he asks calmly with a pat at my back, “We can share my
lunch if you want.” Thoughtful as ever.
“Yeah... and thanks. Sounds like a plan.” I crack a smile when turning towards
him to offer a kiss in thanks. He accepts it without hesitance, but he holds to
it for longer than intended. Playing along, I push into it with a delighted
hum. That little kiss erupted into fiery smacks of lips without warning.
Starting off as just an innocent gesture turned to his body pressed to mine in
a heated embrace. Those slender fingers trail down the length of my chest and
stop at a hip to eagerly pull forward – urging me to move. Our hips bump and
shift while teeth clash and tongues swirl; the taste of plum filling my mouth.
Doesn't take long to start feeling a shape grow behind those thin sleeping
pants. With how lecherous he's been lately, I'm not phased. If anything, I
expected it. Aoyagi leans back to take in a deep breath, those pale blue eyes
half lidded in that typical “bedroom eyes” fashion. That look alone causes
trails of goosebumps up my arms.
“Who needs food anyway? Believe now's the time to break in the bed, hm?” I
question with a perked brow. He replies with a shake of the head and slides
away from the counter. He wonders into the living room, for unknown reasons,
and I follow close behind. Just what does he have in mind? Once reaching the
couch, he swiftly removes his shirt and causally drops it to the ground. A
smile curves on those thin lips when he plops to a cushion, sights up in my
direction. “Well... guess the couch needs to be tested as well.” I let a
chuckle escape my throat. He's far more eager for sex than I thought.
Before able to take a seat, I'm hauled by him again gripping at a hip. Without
a word or warning, my shorts are pulled and pooled at my ankles. He's not
messing around! Leaning forward, he takes my half hardened length into his
mouth with a shaky exhale. The abrupt feeling of warmth makes me recoil at
first, more a tickling sensation than anything. That's soon replaced by that
far better sense of pleasure when those lips work around it in gentle strokes.
“Fuck, Hajime...” my voice breaks out in a low moan. My shoulders slump when
tension starts to melt away. I still find myself embarrassed to watch, so I
crank my head up to stare up at the ceiling while he works. His rhythm is on
key once fully hard, taking in full then pulling out to the tip. Each squeeze
of his throat sends waves of pleasure down my spine. Damn does he give good
head. I mean, he's the only person I've gotten it from, but I can only assume.
Consistent with just the right amount of saliva and never a scratch from his
teeth. Helps he loves giving them too. Wish I could 'read his thoughts' during
times like this, but the lack of blood in my head kinda prevents that. It's
probably for the best.
He's too good though, if that's even possible. I'm already teetering on coming
and it's only been just a handful of minutes. To my relief (and dismay), he
pops it out with a deep breath. Blue eyes open to stare up with the most
lustful look I've ever seen. A lump develops in my throat. Holy shit, Hajime.
What's gotten into you? Seeing as I'm easily taken by his actions, I wait for
him to make the next move. After standing to his feet, his trousers are shed
and added to the pile. As to be expected, he's erect and ready. Damn. He
returns to the couch, but only to lay against it this time around.
“Why don't you come here and fuck me, Junta~,” he purrs. And I thought he was
going to top me... was I wrong.
“... unsure where we packed the lube though,” I reply with a scratch at a
cheek. Last thing I want to do is hurt him. That lewd smile grows when his legs
lift so knees are at his chest.
“Don't need it,” he says sternly in protest, “Just get over here.” My eyes
widen. So demanding and bold today... I don't mind this side of him. If he
wants to play that game, I'll happily join. After climbing to the open cushion,
I forcefully shove a leg down while lifting the other so his ankle rests on my
shoulder. I'm not regretting the extra money put into this couch. It's huge,
allowing me to have plenty of room in this position. The look of shock washes
over his reddened face. Weren't expecting that, hm?
“You wanted to play rough, Hajime...” I release the thigh for a brief moment to
wet the hand with a simple spit into my palm. I work the liquid till my manhood
is fully slick once again and immediately line it up at the entrance. Even
playing a more aggressive role, my first thrust inside is taken slowly. The
muscle loosens for a brief moment before pulling me inside and clenching down.
“Oh god....” That rush of heat generates my voice to crack out into a hungry
growl, filthy thoughts invading my mind. My gaze adverts to between those
muscular legs to stare agape, delighted by the spectacle. No more embarrassment
now. Pushing down at the thigh for support, I start to move. No teasing trusts
either. Ravenous bucks of my hips are given so it pushes deep within the walls,
earning succulent noises from my partner.
“Junta!” he wails while cranking his head back against the present pillow. A
toothy grin comes to my face when those noises ring through my head. He doesn't
have to hold back anymore, and boy, is it gratifying. Those delicious moans
only grow in volume once the tight muscle becomes fully sleek with the liquid.
My greedy sights linger from watching the sight to between his legs, savoring
the view of his manhood bouncing and swaying with every movement. They wonder
up further to lock eyes, his lower lip bitten to exaggerate his yearning.
“Juuntaaa~.”
That face... that voice... gods, is he beautiful.
“Fuck...” Once steady trusts become irregular and sloppy as my climax nears.
Far too close. Not at all surprised it only lasted this long with so much build
up. Not to mention the privacy. Unable to hold back any longer, I withdraw to
instead pump out the last bit of friction needed. Aoyagi joins me in this
endeavor by working his own with strained breaths. Our eyes stay glued, just
adding onto the sexual thrill. His thigh muscles flex against me with uneasily
jerks of hips. He's close... Only a few strokes are needed for his to occur,
ribbons of fluid dribbling onto his stomach accompanied by high pitched whine.
My eyesight hazes over when that electric feeling shoots through every nerve.
My hearing clogs up as well, all other noises besides the pounding of my heart
heard. It feels like a coil that's been compressed for far too long is about to
be released. Hairs stand straight on end when the waves of ecstasy pulse to
every toe. Right before my peak is reached, I bend forward to release the thick
liquid onto the same area; it pooling into his belly button and slithering down
his sides from the large amount.
The full-body clenching subsides and is replaced with the most unbelievable
satisfaction that someone could feel. I blink rapidly to rid of the spots that
developed in my vision while I breath out for dear life. My lungs feel like I
just rode a twenty degree slope in ninety degree weather. The scent of raw sex
fills my nostrils and makes my head spin even more. I fall back to take up the
rest of the couch to unwind my aching muscles. Despite the exhaustion, I can't
hold back a smile. Haven't had an orgasm like that in... well, never. Didn't
know someone could feel this fulfilled.
“Junta...” I hear Aoyagi whimper softly. Peering over, I catch him swiping some
of the seed onto his fingers and licking it off with a smirk. “Thank you.” If
Aoyagi is going to continue being like this, I'm going to love living here.
Normally I'm the more amorous one.
“I should be the one thanking you... hot damn,” I gasp out, “I've never came
that hard.” He motions towards the pile of liquid with a scoff. Oh yeah, not
like he can really move with that mess about. Wouldn't want to soil the couch
more than it already is. Now that I'm lying down, I regret not ridding of my
shirt. I'm drenched to the bone in sweat. Way to welcome the furniture, that's
for sure. I sit up to slip off the clothing and toss it onto his stomach.
“That's going to need to be washed anyway, just use that. Don't think I have
the strength to move just yet anyway.” He accepts the offer without batting an
eyelash and soaks up the remaining amount. “We should probably hit the tub,
huh? You can go first, I need to lay here for a bit.”
“We can go together, Junta.”
“Nah, it's alright. I'll get everything cleaned up while you're in there. Can
stash the good part of our lunch back in the fridge and get the couch cleaned
up. My treat for how much you setup the place already.” He gives a nod when
sitting up, legs twitching from simple movements. Wouldn't be surprised if
we're both in a little pain for some time.
“I'll get this in the dirty clothes...” he begins once on his feet, “Thank you
again.” I hear his footsteps wonder off into the hallway, followed by the
closing of the bathroom door – leaving me in the silence of the room.
Truthfully, I could have just joined him, but I have something that needs to be
taken care of. Besides cleaning up, that is.
Once my breathing becomes stabilized, I slip on my shorts and wonder into the
bedroom. I feel kind of bad for hiding this from Aoyagi, but I have a feeling
he'd be upset if he knew. Stashed away in my dresser draw is something I'm not
proud of having. Scooping the items up, I return to hallway to knock at the
bathroom door.
“Going to head outside to get some fresh air, ok?”
“Go ahead,” he says over the sound of running water. With the permission, I
step outside into the cool air without any shoes or extra clothing. Would think
I would be freezing due to the current temperature, but it's actually
relieving. Staring off into the stillness of the dimly lit living area, I open
the square box and pull out a single cigarette. I let it hang loosely from my
lips when igniting the lighter and let the flame dance at the tip until it
glows red. With a deep inhale, the smoky taste of tobacco fills my dry mouth.
All left over tension melts away when it enters my lungs, head becoming
clearer. I let the thin smoke roll out from my nostrils with a slow exhale and
watch it dissipate into the night air. Now this is relief.
I just wonder how much longer I can keep this a secret...
***** Oh yeah, I made characters for this... *****
It's been about a year since I've started this habit.
The first drag is all it took to become hooked. And no, I didn't pick it by
watching people on TV or my parents. Nor peer pressure for that matter. Sure,
maybe some influence, but it was own conscious decision based on facts and
logic. It's relaxing, but addictive. I'm well aware of this. Why I only limit
myself to around three a day. Doesn't help I'm still underage, only turning
eighteen around a week ago. Plus the stigma of it all... I despise keeping
things hidden from Aoyagi too. Now that we're officially together, I feel even
more guilty. Regardless, the instant relief always brings me back.
“You old enough to be doing that, kid?” says an unknown voice nearby. I
frantically look around as I drop the half burnt item to the ground. Who the
hell is out here during this time? “Hey, I'm only kidding! Couldn't give two
shits how old you are.” Out from the darkness steps in the muscular figure of
man, easily six feet in height. He wears a plain gray shirt and shorts with
brightly colored yellow slippers. His long black hair is loosely pulled into a
ponytail and rests at a shoulder. He sports a toothy grin with a cigarette held
between two fingers. “You're new here, huh kid?”
“Y-yeah...” I respond, caught off guard by the sudden company, “Just moved in
today.” His voice is gruff and more mature than most straight out of high
school, so it's clear he's older than myself. I keep my cool and continue the
conversation in a causal manner. “What's it you?” He taps away the ashes with
that smug smile, dark green eyes down at me.
“Guess you're my new neighbor. Just had to be a first year...” he scoffs,
“Name's Hanamura Kaede, third year. Just thought I'd come give ya a welcome.”
Neighbor, huh? The only other outdoor dorm within a decent walking distance is
around three hundred meters to the west. Granted, there's a few scattered in
the other directions, but I doubt he walked from further just to give greetings
in the middle of the night. There's no bad vibes coming off this guy and can
tell he's honest for the most part, so I offer a welcoming smile.
“Pleasure to meet you, Hanamura. I'm Teshima Junta,” I say when leaning over to
recover my cigarette. Not like I could have stomped it out with the lack of
shoes. Just happy it wasn't a teacher. Peering back to him, a thin brow is
raised high.
“Wait- THE Teshima Junta? Like, from Sohoku?” I give a questioning look
straight back. How does he...
“Yes sir. You know of me?” Those eyes light up in delight.
“You were the captain that lead them to victory last Inter-High! Holy shit, to
have such a skilled cyclist come to tiny College like this!” He steps forward
to hook an arm over my shoulders in a friendly manner, a chuckle on his lips.
Now that he's closer, the smell of smoke is overpowering;along with the scent
of cheap beer off his clothing. Friendly, but stinks! I'm awestruck though.
Someone actually knows -me- from that race? “Welcome to Koya University then,
Junta-bug! Mind if I call you that, kid?”
“J-Junta... bug? I guess... that's fine...” I slowly take a drag in to calm my
more shot nerves. I'm normally more composed, but the knowing of some random
College student knowing my name is astounding. “That mean you're a cyclist?”
“You're damn right! Only reason why I wanted to give my greetings is because I
saw two beautiful road racers being tugged up this way. Who knew they belonged
the ex-Sohoku captain! Once I think about it...” He takes one last pull from
his cigarette and flicks the butt off in a random direction. “There was... it
was a Corretc with that Cannondale of yours, right?”
“Correct. Belongs to Aoyagi Hajime, who was-”
“The vice-captain is here too?!” he interrupts while shaking me about, “Damn! A
blessing has been given to our little club here! We might actually have a shot
at going to the College level races this year! You guys are joining, right?”
What a way of introductions. This guy sure has a lot of passion... reminds me
of a spiky red-head.
“We are! Excited knowing a member lives so close by. Great news you have some
spirit, Hanamura.”
“K, Junta-bug. Call me K, what all my friends call me!” He wraps himself off me
to gives a firm thumbs up. What a spazz. “Need to come up with a name for
Aoyagi-kun too...”
“Hehe, I'm sure he'd- oh! If you ever seen him...” I present the now burnt out
cigarette butt between my fingers. “Don't mention this. I'd rather not have him
knowing my little secret, alright K?” Having to trust a stranger with this...
although, it seems he looks to me, so I shouldn't fret. Not wanting any signs
of smoking laying around the cabin, I make sure to flick it as far away as
possible.
“Not a problem, kid. Wouldn't want to upset your -boyfriend-,” he jests,
unaware that weren't actually together.
“For a matter of fact, he is my boyfriend,” I reply dryly and straight to the
point. His expression is priceless, smugness dropping to shock in an instant.
“Woah- woah! Sorry, kid! Was just trying to make a joke there!” he stammers
with hands raised in defense, “I didn't know! Not like that changes anything
either. Had a feeling all that hugging at the end of the Inter-High wasn't just
a friendly gesture...” His smile returns with a short laugh. Think I'm going to
like practicing with this guy... “Now it's even more important I keep it on the
down low. Don't ya worry, kid, I got your back.”
“K?! You out here?” suddenly shouts a male voice still some distance away, “You
better not be smoking again!”
“Shit, I should get back to 'Princess'~,” K groans with a roll of the eyes.
“'Princess'?” I question with a smile tugging at my lips. This guy sure has a
way with nicknames.
“My roommate. He always gets pissed when I go out to take a break because he
hates the smell I come back wearing. Think with this being our third year
living together, he'd get used to it.”
“You still haven't cleaned the bathroom! Get your ass back here!”
“Goddammit... guess I'll catch you around, Junta-bug! Mind if I stop over
tomorrow to talk? Maybe give you an introduction to 'Princess' and show you
around the campus?”
“Sounds great, K! Hajime wouldn't love to meet you too. See ya,” I follow with
a wave. He juts that thumb with a toothy grin before sprinting off into the
darkness.
“I'm coming, I'm coming, you drag! The fuck do you think you are, my mom?!” I
hear K shout with a laugh. Oh boy, those two may be a handful. Wonder what
majors they came here for anyway... questions like that can always be answered
tomorrow. For now, got some cleaning to do myself.
---
Finally becoming chilled, a shirt is grabbed before anything. Also to stow away
the pack of cigarettes and lighter -deep- inside the dresser draw. It's not the
best place to hide something so private, but it will work until something more
suitable comes to mind. Maybe an upper shelf in the hallway closet? Within an
duffel bag? Under the bed? Every scenario turns into a disaster... at least in
here, it's my personal items. Even together, maybe we'll still stick to that
boundary.
After trashing the disgusting dish my brother decided to torture me with and
stashing the more one reasonable away, the couch was tidied up. Wouldn't want
the few spots of semen to be seen by others, makes it seem like were full
fledged College students though. All we would need is a handful of empty beer
cans and clothing strewn about the room. Not this dorm though. We share the
tendency to like things organized and free of clutter, so I believe this place
falling into disarray is not going to happen. Even back in High School,
straight out of training, I'd take the few extra steps just to clean up my
room. Some say I work too hard... and moments like that just enforce that.
Right when I'm about to crack open a box to get a few more things setup, Aoyagi
steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped at his waist.
“Welcome back~. How's the tub work?” He shrugs indifferently, indicating it
isn't anything special, and saunters over to retrieve his once worn clothing.
“While you were in there, I met one of our 'neighbors.' Apparently he's a fan
of us!” His head tips in confusion. “Yeah, not even kidding! He knew both of us
by name and the bikes we ride. It's sorta odd that we have a fan, huh...?”
“Strange...” he follows when slipping on that black exclamation point shirt.
“Really is...” Opening the picked out box, it contains the multitude of
trophies earned over the past three years. Seeing them makes a smile instantly
come to my face. “Oh, he offered to stop by tomorrow to introduce himself to
you. May drag his roommate along too. That sound fine to you?” He nods.
“In that case... we should get this place finished up tonight.” After slipping
on the rest of the clothing, he leans over to me place a gentle peck to my
cheek. “Together this time.”
---
And that's how we spent the rest of the first night.
Mangas stashed up in the small bookshelf by the TV, cycling posters littered
throughout the bedroom, Aoyagi's art pieces hung in various places, and the
icing on the cake to make this place truly our home... those trophies. They
really do bring a warm feeling to the whole place. That and our fully setup
bed. Knowing that we were going to stay in a cabin-like dorm, we picked up
items to match the theme. Woodland colors like browns and deep greens cover the
whole thing, from plush pillows to the extra fuzzy blanket. I like things to be
more simple, but I have to admit, it looks inviting. Cozy and relaxing, the
perfect place to wind down after a long day. Speaking of which... Aoyagi is
exhausted. After taking out the last of the empty boxes, he yawns out.
“Sure overworked yourself, how about you turn in?” I offer when setting up the
teapot on the stove. Pretty tired myself, but what better to end of a day of
hard work with some tea? When pulling down a cup from the upper cabinets, I
feel his arms wrap lovingly around my waist. There's a soft grunt in protest.
“I know, you want me to join you, but I still haven't bathed. I must reek!” He
nuzzles a cheek against my upper back affectionately.
“I don't care,” he mumbles softly. Stubborn.
“Then at least let me have some tea~. I'll make you one too.” I feel a nod
against me before unwrapping himself. I peer over a shoulder to see a hand over
his stomach with a disgruntled expression. “Oh yeah! We never did finish that
lunch! Was too busy working to think about food.” After setting up two cups, I
motion for him to move with a slight wave of the hand. “Go sit down, I'll take
over things here.”
---
Now this is far better way to end the day...
Just me and Aoyagi huddled up on the couch, sharing a meal and indulging the
sweet taste of Camomile tea. The soft chirps of crickets and gentle breeze
coming in from the cracked open window truly brings the feeling of peace.
“Here, you can have the rest...” I say when passing over the bento with only a
small portion eaten, “Keita did make it for you after all.” He takes it
hesitantly with an apologetic look. “Don't worry, I'm fine. Too tired to enjoy
it anyway. I'll just eat a proper breakfast in the morning.” Without a second
passing, he's already digging in; chopsticks a blur from the fast rate he's
eating. He'll never unlearn that habit, I swear... He swallows the lump of rice
down his throat in a dry gulp and sets the cleaned out container on the coffee
table by our feet. His hands clap together with a short bow of the head.
“Thank you for the meal,” he says firmly.
“I'll make sure to tell Keita you liked it,” I chuckle in response, “Jeez,
you're so messy.” He looks over to me with a perked brow. “There's a piece of
rice on your face.” A hand raises to attempt to locate the stray food, but the
search is fruitless. “Here, let me get it...” Leaning in, I place a light kiss
to his lips; much to his surprise.
“Junta...?” he questions with color coming to his cheeks.
“I lied. I just wanted to kiss you again~,” I tease with a wink, “Had to come
up with an excuse~.” He counters the silly gesture by giving me a kiss back.
“There was some on you too...” I grin from ear to ear. Good to know after these
two years of showing affection to one another, he still finds enjoyment in my
jokes and playful nature; even if they are cliché. What can I say, I learned a
lot from the more romantic portions from the mangas I read and romance movies
Ashikiba used to drag me to during middle school. Never thought moves like
would work... but Aoyagi doesn't mind. They'll run dry and get old eventually,
so may as well enjoy 'em while they last. We just smile quietly to one another
before his head relocates to my shoulder with a relaxed sigh.
Only a handful of minutes pass just staring to the blank TV and sipping my tea
when I hear Aoyagi's breathing raise in volume. Curiously, I tip my head to get
a better look at his face. He's... asleep. Out like a light. Adorable... Being
as quiet as possible, I set the cup aside and gently move away from him –
catching his body and laying it against the couch. I really don't want to leave
him here, especially with a new bed to test, so I scoop my arms under him and
lift up. Not having the most muscular arms in the world, he's actually hard to
carry! Actually straining myself a little doing this, but it's worth it.
He remains fast asleep when towing him into the bedroom, the door thankfully
open. I gingerly place him at his side of the bed onto the plush pillow, the
blanket the true problem now. With one hand at his upper back, I hoist him just
enough to allow the ability to slide it from underneath. This doesn't disturb
him much, to my relief. Once tossing it over, there's a soft mewl from him when
cuddling into the sheets. His breathing slows further when fully relaxed in the
safety and comfort of it. With a quick swipe of my fingers, I part his long
bangs to the side to plant a kiss to his forehead. My voice falls to a whisper,
“Good night, Hajime.”
***** Oh yeah, here's some filter... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Aoyagi's PoV! Introduction to K's roommate~. I stink at heavy
     dialogue scenes, so deal with it! And the ending to this chapter...?
     Yeah, I've been playing with T2 in the Sims. Inspired by that
     addicting game. ))
With eyes slowly opening, the morning's sunlight from the window is my welcome.
The only sounds around me are the birds singing in the distance – unlike the
normal from the city. Far too used to hustle and bustle of cars zooming by and
people chattering away. What a change... and it's pleasant. Much better alarm
clock. Turning over, I'm now greeted with the sleeping face of my partner.
Going by that still greasy hair and faint smell of old sweat, he never did take
that bath. Too tired, huh Junta?
Wait... I'm in the bed?
I sit up to confirm this further. When did I get in here? Swear I fell asleep
on the couch. Did Junta... carry me here? I'll have to thank him for that, like
always. He used to do that back when I slept over at his house. We'd have our
night of fun, listening to music and singing away, then I'd find myself
sleeping without trying. I'd always wake up with him wrapped around me due to
the size of that old bed. Once I think about it, I'll miss that closeness; as
uncomfortable as it was. With a bed this large, there feels like so much
distance. Just means we can get some more restful sleep. That and no bruises
from accidentally kicking and punching each other in our sleep.
Deciding Junta can continue to rest for a little longer, I slide out from the
blankets and exit the room silently. Following a short bathroom break is
getting some food in me. Between the heavy work and lack of proper food
yesterday, my stomach feels hallow. After setting up the coffee pot to give me
the needed boost for today, I begin scanning the fridge for ideas. Do want to
make something for us both... maybe omelets. French toast? A number of options
to choose from. Maybe I should ask Junta, yet I don't want to disturb him.
Would feel good to surprise him with breakfast in bed. A smile dances on my
lips from the thought of the reaction. May just set the meal aside to pull me
in for kisses and cuddles... wouldn't mind that either.
During this decision time, there's suddenly a loud knock at the door. I jump in
place from the surprise, head turned towards the location. It's only about
seven in the morning, who on earth would disturb someone at this hour? With a
shrug, I relocate to the door. I could peer out the front windows to catch a
glimpse of who it may be, but I'm still too tired to care. Can always shoo them
away or hurry the conversation to get it over with. Swinging the door open, two
men stand before me.
“Well, well, if it isn't Aoyagi Hajime!” says the taller of the pair without me
saying a hello, “Junta-bug warned you of us, right?” I blink to comprehend that
word.
“Junta-bug...?” I mumble with awe. What kind of name is that? These friends of
Junta that I don't know about?
“Told you we shouldn't have come this early, K. It looks like he just just woke
up,” replies the other while pushing up the square shaped glasses over his
nose, “I apologize for my idiot roommate. He insisted in com-”
“I brought breakfast to make up for the early arrival!” He presents a large
paper bag to me with a smile. “Is that alright, Aoyagi-kun?” Roommate? These
must be our neighbors then. The larger one has the typical frame of an athlete,
skin tanned and overall shaped form. His enthusiastic nature is off putting...
On the other hand, the smaller man is the complete opposite. Around my height
and shoulder's slumped with disinterest. His gentle voice is fast paced and
straight to the point, yet he holds an air of arrogance. I shouldn't judge on
first interactions though, so I attempt to keep the conversation going.
“Junta is still asleep. Better to come back at a more suitable time.”
“No need for that,” says the awakened Junta out from the bedroom. He scratches
over the back of his head with a loud yawn when approaching the door. “K, your
voice is disruptive, you know that?”
“Sorry, Junta-bug...” he begins with a sigh, “Didn't mean to do that... but
hey, food!” He again shows off the bag and shakes it around. “Just woke up,
means you need some, right? Good thing your trusty neighbor K showed up!” This
man is already feeling like a mixture of Kaburagi and Naruko... unsure how I
feel like this. My nose twitches from the familiar scent.
“Melon bread?” Junta and I say in synch. We share a brief laugh before he turns
his attention to the pair. “Ah yes, please come in then! Think that's also...”
His nose twitches for a moment. “Hajime, you started coffee?” I nod when
stepping away to give the room for of guests to enter.
“I appreciate the kind act, Teshima-kun. I'm Shimizu Yoshi, third year here at
Koya University.” The blue-haired man extends a hand to offer a shake, which
Junta accepts.
“Not a problem, pleasure to meet another fan of cycling.”
“Ah, you have the wrong idea. K is the fan here, I'm just expressing my
welcomes to our new neighbors.”
“A-ah! I see! Then I appreciate the welcome!” Junta follows when releasing the
hand, “Please, make yourselves comfortable.” Both third years take a seat at
the longer extension of the L-shaped couch after kicking off their shoes while
I return to the kitchen. Preparing for the new company by pulling out a few
mugs and plates, the interaction continues.
“Damn, you got one of the refurbished cabins... even has the hot tub too, huh?”
K remarks.
“Guess it does... that means anything special?”
“Not particularly, just a little jealous. At the same time, me and Princess pay
less for our piece of shit house.”
“Could you please refrain from calling me that obnoxious name in front of
strangers?” Shimizu follows the agitated statement with a scoff.
“But, it's true! You -are- a Princess!” What interesting characters. When the
coffee finishes, I step in.
“Would you two like some coffee? And how would like it... if a yes, that is.” I
ask coyly, uncomfortable with the thought of having guests. Besides Junta, I've
never had anyone else visit my home. Best way to take this is politely and
leveled headed.
“I'd love some! Perfect thing to pair with such a sweet breakfast. Make it just
as sweet too! The spoonfuls of sugar, please!” says K with that energy when
looking over to me.
“Black, please and thank you,” follows Shimizu stiffly without a single glance.
I peer to Junta.
“You know who I like mine, silly. No need to ask~,” he says playfully with a
wink. Nodding, I turn back to continue the work with open ears. “'Princess'
though... some name you got during these College years? I'm curious, not like
you're effeminate. Look and sound like typical men around your age.”
“This is a fact, Teshima-kun, and you are correct. There was a night last year
when I had far too much to drink and came up with the idiotic idea to try on
the dress I made. I made a fool of myself.” He sighs heavily in regret.
“Yeah! Back during you're 'seamstress' months there,” K adds in.
“Tailor,” the dorm mate corrects, “That's behind me though. My passions are for
the career of novel writing and journalism now.”
“That the reason you came to this College?” asks Junta, sounding interested in
the conversation.
“You don't know Princess like I do,” butts in K to answer, “Known each other
since middle school and he hasn't changed a bit! He changes his mind every
couple of months. You know, what ever is following at the time. One week,
sewing. Another, singing. He's a hard book to read.” While he rambles on, I
prepare the cups of coffee to suit our tastes. Walking over, I pass two over to
our guests.
“Thank you kindly,” says Shimizu politely with a weak smile.
“Same, Hajime-kun!” follows the other with a grin. Nodding in thanks, I return
to the kitchen to gather the rest. After passing off the items to my partner, I
do the favor of sorting out the gifted food. A large sized melon bread for use
each,no special flavors. Simple, I like it.
“This coffee is exquisite!” comments Shimizu after sampling, “Dark blend
from...” He inhales deeply to take in the scent. “Italy, is it?” This guy knows
his coffee.
“Correct,” I answer, “I made sure to stock up on gourmet coffee before moving
in. Unsure if any shops of stores carry my blend in these parts.”
“Oh, there's a wonderful coffee shop in the next town! You must go! Maybe we
can go there together someday!” First time hearing this man being enthused and
giving a genuine smile. This side of him... it doesn't suit his looks. Proper
uniform despite not having classes yet, chest puffed out in an arrogant way,
neat and tidy looking... Regardless, I nod in return to the offer. He perks a
brow as he watches me for the extent of the silent twenty seconds. “... you're
not much of a talker, are you?”
“That's Hajime!” says Junta with mouth still half full, “Was never his thing,
even on the first day we met!”
“Known each other since middle school like me and Princess?” questions the
energized K.
“High school actually... we just connected so naturally!” He swings an arm over
my shoulder and pulls me in closer. “Being instant best friends to together in
such a short amount of time!” Slightly embarrassed, I hang my head for a brief
moment. I'm not used to being affectionate in public yet... but Junta is taking
it so laid back. Envy that openness. Not wanting to draw much attention, I
return to eating with eyes at our guests.
“Pfft, you two are adorable. Wish I had someone to call my own...” comments K
after swallowing the bite of food.
“You probably would if you stopped your smoking habit, did good in school,
stopped drinking, fixed your temper.... you know, change who you are overall,”
snidely adds in the roommate. In a friendly way, K answers with a punch to his
shoulder.
“Speaking of school, what did you come here for K?” poses Junta when setting
the plate aside to sample the coffee. He continues to have one arm around me in
a causal fashion. Part of me wants to tell him to stop, but the letting out of
our fondness in public is probably for the best. Soon enough I'll get used to
it.
“Acting!” chirps the well built man, “My dream is to become a famous actor
someday in America. Here for English lessons as well.”
“Third year... graduating soon then. Bet you two are well experienced.”
“You can say that,” says Shimizu with another push of his glasses, “If you ever
have any questions, please do. I'll be happy to help my fellow classmates,
despite us having different majors. Can tell by your equipment, our majors are
significantly unalike, but I'll attempt to assist in any way.”
“I'll keep that in mind! Thank you for the offer. You two live in the cabin not
far from here, correct? Off to the west?” Both nod softly while chewing.
“Right, Junta-bug,” K remarks after swallowing, “Closest neighbors we got. The
one who lived here before was a stuck up, buzz kill... had no one else close to
talk to outside classes for two years. Now though... oh, I don't know! -Just-
the captain and vice-captain of Sohoku!!” He slams the down empty plate to the
coffee table, placed mugs shaking about. This guy has far too much energy...
“Tell me Junta-bug! How was it like to be in the Inter-High?!” Junta proceeds
to shift the conversation towards the events of the race while we finish off
our breakfast, Shimizu looking disinterested the whole time. K and Junta hype
each other up with every little story, myself keeping quiet. Once everyone
finishes off the meal, I clean up. May as well, seeing as Junta has the
conversation under ropes. I begin rinsing off the dishes while the pair ramble
on.
“Aoyagi,” says Shimizu when entering the kitchen, “This may be too forward, but
is it alright if I ask you a more personal question?” My head tips slightly.
Known each other for only an hour and he wants to ask something that's
potentially uncomfortable? Forward.
“Shoot,” I simply answer. I focus most my attention on cleaning, but I keep an
open ear. If he doesn't enjoy my less-than-sociable attitude, he doesn't have
to interact with me. On the other hand, would be best to be on our neighbor's
good side. Maybe this move will change my shyness for social interaction.
Before saying anything, I catch him pulling out a small notepad from a back
pocket – along with a pen.
“Do tell, what's it like being in a relationship? Feelings, motivations, things
of that sort? I've been taking notes from the other couples around the campus
and compiling them for a future novel. I'd love to hear your story of being
with another individual.” I stare silently for a solid ten seconds. To think, I
thought he'd be asking about the complications when it comes to a more intimate
moment. Being in a same-sex relationship, I expect those types of questions.
This though, is simple.
“It's like having a best friend...” I begin scrubbing down the mugs, “Only
closer. It's someone you can always turn too, no matter the situation. The
feeling of complete trust. You never have to hold anything back because they'll
always understand. You can be... -you- without judgment. It's comfort, far more
than being with your parents. That's all I can say. Junta and I have only been
officially together for only a short period of time, so I can't further
comment.” I glance over to see him scribbling down, what I believe, my own
words, with a focused expression. He's passionate about his work, that's for
sure.
“I see...” he mumbles when finishing, “Very deep for someone who hasn't
experienced the full in-depth emotions of connecting with another. You must be
really in love, Aoyagi.” A smile immediately spreads over my face. That's not
even scratching the surface.
“Hajime!” Junta shouts from the other room, “K offered to show me around the
campus, wanna join us?” I turn to see him standing with a jacket slung over a
shoulder. Been so fixated on what you can call conversation and cleaning, I
didn't notice the shift in topic. That or him retrieving the clothing from the
other room. “Know the dean did so already, but would be good to review.”
“You're coming with too, Princess! Think you have some books to check out from
the library, right?” Shimizu tucks away the notebook with a short nod.
“Do need to study up before classes start,” he remarks with a faint smile,
“Good opportunity to connect further with my neighbors as well. Shall we,
Aoyagi?”
“I'll pass. You three go ahead.”
“You sure? Want to get started on a painting, don't you?” chuckles my partner.
Can always count on Junta to read my thoughts. I've been wanting to make a
piece to solidify our home environment and the chat about the Inter-High really
drove out the inspiration. The bringing up about being in a relationship just
added onto it.
“I wish you a pleasant rest of the day in that case,” Shimizu delivers before
stepping towards the front door.
“Have fun Hajime-kun!” blurts K before sprinting outside, “Come on, Junta-bug!
You -have- to check my secret spot in the forest!”
“Not very secret if you show it to others!” jests Junta, “Calm yourself, I'll
be out in a moment.” He approaches me to place a solid kiss to my forehead.
What was that for? “Don't push yourself too hard. We should be having fun
before the semester starts you know... but I understand. You like your alone
time to paint.”
“Junta...” You should be more social anyway, it's in your nature. Finding new
friends in a unfamiliar environment... that's the greatest comfort you can
find.
“I'll be back eventually! Love you!” he blurts when bouncing off and out the
door. Seems that K fellow has brought some energy into him. Should indulge it
while it lasts... soon enough, piles of school work and stress will be on our
shoulders. Not to mention the less interaction due to it. Classes,work, sleep.
Repeat. Once the semester starts, there is only four hours at the main
building, but the work outside it is the majority of our studies. And the
cycling club... I place a hand at my temple to rub out the tension building
there.
Before setting up anything on my easel, I plop to the couch to relax. I
shouldn't stress over what isn't here yet... time will tell. So many changes
happening at once. Perhaps I wasn't ready... perhaps I'm just doubting myself.
Perhaps thing will fall into place and there's nothing to worry about. I just
want me and Junta to be happy here. To see him smiling... it brings comfort.
Once bringing myself to a neutral mental state, my eyes start to flutter. I
slept well, yet I can't help feeling tired. A nap -does- sound good...
---
“Aoyagi... I have something to tell you.” Inside a blank, white space stands my
partner with back faced to me; voice troubled. “I thought we were safe... but
it happened. Aoyagi...” He turns with arms extended to gesture for a hug and a
bright smile across his face. “We're having a baby!” A round bulge is clearly
seen under his shirt, looking many months pregnant.
“Junta!” I shout with enthusiasm, “I'm pregnant too!” My vision looks down for
a moment to see the protruding belly. He screams with delight and runs over to
me, tears in his eyes. We share a hug as we both cry in happiness.
---
I shake my head once awoken by my phone ringing inside my pocket. I've been
having... strange dreams lately.
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***** Oh yeah, it got cute... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Keita time! Hope I write him out nicely, Chan~. Extremely quick
     and simple chapter, only got four hours of sleep today. x_x ))
Already thinking about children? My brain must be going haywire from this new
found stress...
Catching my phone at it's last ring, I answer without looking at the caller ID.
It's most likely my parents or Kaburagi. More than anyone, it's more likely
Kaburagi. Can see him texting or calling everyday now.
“Hello?” I question still in the mists of waking up.
“A-Aoyagi-san? It's Keita!” replies the young voice of Junta's brother, “Did I
wake you up?”
“Just a nap. You normally don't call me.”
“I tried calling nii-san, but he wouldn't pick up! He asleep himself?” I scan
over the coffee table and spot the blue cellular phone belonging to him.
Sliding it over, I catch the battery is completely dead.
“He left his phone here, that's why. He's out with the neighbors right now.”
“I-I see!” he stammers, clearly not used to chatting with me. Makes sense, we
normally keep contact through texts and instant messaging. “Well, I called to
say I won't be able to make it to the welcoming party next week. My friend
plans to take a short vacation out of the city before school starts and invited
me to come along. I don't want to let him down...” That's a shame to hear.
“That's fine,” I respond simply.
“Are y-you sure? I feel kind of bad to let down nii-san and you... sorry.”
“Really Keita, enjoy the break while you can.” He chuckles weakly in thanks.
“Guess you're right, but I still want to drop off your gifts. Mind if I stop
over today to do that? If you guys aren't busy that is...” I blankly stare off
towards my easel with a gentle sigh. Can always get started on that later. Not
everyday I get to see Keita now.
“I don't mind. Pretty sure Junta would agree.” Following was giving the needed
instructions to find the remote area of the College. Grueling task until I
remembered the dean given us a download-able map of the entire school. After
sending it off to his phone and pointing out the location, he begins making his
way here. How much longer is Junta going to be gone?
---
Keita took little time to arrive here seeing as he rode his newly obtained
bike. Granted, there is a bite in air due to the present fall, but it's nowhere
near freezing. That blank, grey Cannondale pulls up in the matter of forty
minutes, giving me enough time to ready of pot of tea and throw together a
simple lunch. Catching him before the knock through the open blinds, I swing
the door open and offer a welcoming smile.
“Means I followed the map correctly!” he beams, “Nice to see you again,
Aoyagi!” He tucks his curly bangs behind an ear when coming up the small set of
stairs. He's the stunning image of his older brother to a key, from the violet
black hair and set of blue eyes. He plans on keeping his hair shorter though,
along with holding onto those medium length bangs that fall over the left side
of his face. Find it amusing that both of us can handle having half our sight
nearly cut off. I give a soft nod and step aside, allowing him to enter. His
sights scan over the home with a delight expression. “This place is beautiful!
No wonder the parents payed the extra to get you guys one of these. It's like
you're camping everyday.” When reaching the couch, he swings off the cumbersome
looking backpack and plops it to a cushion. “You and nii-san like it so far?”
“It's only been a day... but yes. It's quiet here.” I take a seat next to him
and gesture towards the center of the coffee table. “Make yourself
comfortable.” He smiles softly to the display of snacks, cheeks flushing with
color.
“I-I'm just stopping by really quick... you didn't have to do this. You're such
a good host. I thank you.” He accepts the offer by pouring himself a cup of
tea. “You guys like the lunch I made yesterday?”
“It was delicious. Well, mine was. You almost made Junta puke, you know.”
“Was my goal!” he admits shamelessly, “That was revenge embarrassing me in
front of the entire middle school group during graduation. Can you believe he
stood up in the middle of the crowd and shouted, 'That's MY brother!' He's such
a hassle sometimes...”
“I was there, I know very well.” Have to admit, that was a hilarious sight to
see. And unknown to him, it was my idea. I'll keep that little detail out
though. “You excited to go to the same school that we went to?”
“You bet. Mostly to meet your friends. I mean, I'm unsure if I'll get along
with them, but still would be nice to say hello. At least they'll teach me how
to ride my bike more properly. Nii-san gave me enough pointers to get me
started, but I know he's far too busy to train me now.”
“We left the title of Captain in good hands. You'll be fine.” He flashes a
toothy grin before sipping at the black tea.
“Hrm, nii-san's favorite!” he comments, “Still hasn't came back?” Once he
brings that up, Junta must be having a good time to be gone for this long. That
or the neighbors are keeping him busy. Granted, it is a tour of the school
they're going on. Despite being smaller than most, it seems bigger once adding
in the walking distance between the dorms and main building. I shake my head.
“Not like you know when he'll be back either... that's alright though. Not like
I have to leave anytime soon. Got a few hours to spare... I mean, if it's
alright I hang around.”
“I won't be able to see you everyday anymore. I enjoy your company as much as
you like mine.” Those already rosy cheeks reddened further. He's always been
the shy type, more so than myself. Not exactly quiet, but well reversed and
soft spoken. He'd always attach himself Junta whenever I'd be over during the
beginning, but he opened up once he found our shared interest in video games.
Even when I was a first year, I loved Junta more than anyone, so of course I
wanted to connect with his family. I was the one that broke the ice, so to
speak, but pulling out my game system and asking if he wanted to play. Ever
since then, we became rather close. He's like a brother to me as well.
Before we knew it, we talked about the latest games, upcoming events in school
and about our friends still at Sohoku until the sun began to set. The tray of
miscellaneous snacks and pot of tea were drained during the conversation. I
didn't notice the passing of time until I peered over towards the clock when
cleaning up. Where are you, Junta?
“Nii-san still isn't back? It's so late now...” comments Keita with a
disappointed sigh, “I should get back home before it gets any darker. Guess
I'll just leave his gift here, but I still get to surprise you!” I sit back
next to him once he begins rummaging through the pack, the look of excitement
plastered on his face. Believe I've never seen him this enthused over
something. He locates a brightly colored package, even topped with a fancy
looking bow, and passes it over. “I worked really hard to get this for you.
Between chores and doing side work for the neighbors, I was able to save up
enough. I really hope you like it.” I perk a brow. He got me something
expensive? Well, expensive for a middle school student to get a hold of? He's
far too sweet.
Without care for preserving the wrapping, I tear in. My eyes widened once the
cardboard box to display the item is in my sights. It's the newest hand held
gaming system that came out only a few months ago! “We got to know one another
through video games, so I figured getting you this was the best option. Oh, and
there's this too!” He stuffs a hand into a pocket to pull out a cartridge for
the system. “It's my new favorite game and I want you to try it too! Couldn't
afford getting you your own copy, so have mine! I can always save up again to
replace it. Once that happens, then we can play together!” How responsible and
caring... you sure have a great brother, Junta. He transfers over the game as
well, my expression locked in surprise. I never expected this... Figured with
it being a house warming party, he'd go the generic 'here's a random household
appliance' route. I have no way to express my gratitude. Well, there is one way
besides a simple thank you.
“This is perfect, Keita. Thank you,” I say when placing the items on the table.
Bending to the side, I place a kindhearted kiss to his cheek. He immediately
covers the area with an awkward chuckle and looks away; panicked by the
reaction. This would be my first time kissing him.
“A-A-Aoyagi!” he stammers in a tizzy, “I-I-I-I'm really glad!” Even Kaburagi
doesn't get this worked up from a kiss. Although, he is younger and less
sociable than him. Right when I think there's going to be an awkward silence
between us, there's a jingle of keys. Junta steps in looking exhausted, but
perks up when spotting the company.
“Keita?” he questions, “Didn't expect you to be here! What brings you to the
area, little bro?”
“Nii-san!” he yelps and stands to his feet to offer his sibling a hug. Junta,
of course, accepts the offer. “I can't make it to the party next week, so I'm
dropping off the gifts now. Was just about to leave actually.”
“He's been here for hours,” I remark. Welcome home, Junta.
“Darn, missed an opportunity to hang out! Sorry for taking so long... our
neighbors kept me for longer than intended.”
“That's alright, nii-san. Still get to give your gift before heading out then!”
He returns to the backpack to take out the majority of the weight still left
inside. It's a taller package dressed in the same vibrant paper. Junta slips
off his jacket and slumps to the couch to spot the given gift to me.
“You seriously got him that? Dammit, Keita! I was going to get that for him for
Christmas!” he laughs outright, “It's like you're reading my mind now!” They
share a brief laugh.
“Just means for Christmas you just buy him a ring and get engaged!” jests the
little brother. Don't get your hopes up, kid. Don't think my dreams are going
to come true so quickly.
“You're such a little brat sometimes...” He pulls over his gift and swiftly
opens it, relieving a stack of books; about five volumes in total. Junta grins
from ear to ear. “The first set to the newest season of my favorite manga? You
shouldn't have!”
“Truthfully, I bought those for myself, but I figured they'd be a better as a
gift for you,” he admits with a scratch at his head, “Already read them anyway.
You'll really like the fourth one in this set! You get to see a lot more of
your favorite character!”
“Hey, don't spoil for it for me already!” He nudges him with an elbow. “Thanks,
Keita-chan~. Been wanting these for a while now. How about we get a more recent
picture together before you head out? I need to show off my amazing little
brother to the new friends I'll make here!”
“Nii-san... fine, just one. Mind taking it, Aoyagi?” I give a shake of the head
before pulling out my phone and switching it to camera mode. In the meantime,
the pair stand to give a simple pose, one you'd see on most families' mantles.
How plain, just shoulder to shoulder with a smile.
“How about you give him a hug, Junta?” I request when lining up the shot.
“Oh, you want this to be cute! I can accept that!” To Keita's surprise, Junta
wraps an arm around him from behind and pulls him in. A bright smile falls over
the younger's brother's face when the camera clicks, capturing the perfect
shot. Not often I get to see Keita grin so warmly.
One day, if Junta and I do get married, I'll be glad to call him family...
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***** Oh yeah, it's time to ramble... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Back to Teshima's Pov~ ))
Well, I definitely learned a lot about our neighbors just today alone.
If only I decided to charge my phone and take it along, I could have spent
valuable time with my brother instead. Yet, it's nice to find friends in a
foreign environment so quickly. To think, I thought I wouldn't hang out, or at
least talk, to another person besides Aoyagi until classes start. In all
reality, I'm glad they live close by. Those two sure know how to talk though.
Hannamura, otherwise known as K, is the typical party going type you've find at
any typical College, but his grades have never slipped under a failing score.
Barely passing on all subjects. Not like he's unintelligent or anything, he
just has 'better things to do.' Sociable guy that's seen at every party that
goes down here. There's a burning passion inside him for acting, as well as
cycling. He attended a different highschool than myself, along with his
roommate, that's in the Chiba Prefecture and came to this University straight
away. He's almost fluent in English! Impressive. He's seen every Inter-High
since being in middle school too, his bike being a Fuji. Japanese brand of bike
that was bought by Americans... how strangely fitting seeing as his dream is to
someday be in Hollywood. Says he's an All Rounder, but I'll believe it when I
see it.
On the other end, Shimizu is what I'd like to call a jack-of-all-trades. He
doesn't excel in one subject, but holds enough knowledge in most branches of
the arts. He proved this by showing off paintings he's done and pictures of him
up on stage playing the violin. Of all places, I seen these in the front
entrance of the school. He's one of the top students here and plans to keep his
rank until graduation next year. Hard to believe those two are best friends,
but hey, opposites attract, right?
I told these pieces of knowledge to Aoyagi after my brother made his way out,
seeing as he should be informed of them as well. Really, I can see a friendship
between all of us. The pair remind me Naruko and Imaizumi... just the
personality types I need to see again. Makes it feel just a little closer to
home. There was also an overview of the school, including them pointing out
where my specific classes will be taken, the mid courtyard where most the
social gatherings happen, the gigantic stage where student performances take
place and the cafeteria.
All your meals throughout the day can be supplied here, but Aoyagi and I went
with the home cooked route. Cheaper, technically, and way healthier. The local
farms supply the College with the needed ingredients, we just choose to buy
them individuality instead of all already prepared meals by the staff.
Connivance is something treasured during tough years like this, but I'm not
letting our diet slip due to it. I'll stay up late if I need to just to cook!
Kaburagi, of course, offered to run anything we need that isn't provided over
to the cabin if need be. Just another excuse for him to see Aoyagi, but not
like I'm going to complain. Willing to run errands for two College students who
need their time more focused on work? Yeah, I'll take any opportunity to make
this new life a little easier.
Between the tour and taking a tea break during the afternoon hours, it got dark
so fast. Passed up on the opportunity to K's 'secret spot' in the forest and
save it for a later date because so. Said he's sure to drag me a ton of places
around the area before school starts in two weeks. Know he's excited to hang
out with the past Captain of Sohoku, but I need to have my time home as well.
There's someone important here who needs my attention far more. While
explaining what happened on my trip lounging on the couch, Aoyagi kept his eyes
locked on me the entire time. Can feel how worried he was for my safety...
can't blame him, I did just walk out with a pair of almost complete strangers
for an extended period of time.
“Come on, I'm home now...” I say once finishing the story, “Promise I won't go
anywhere tomorrow. If anything, I still need to adjust to this place.” First
time living on my own... it's strange to have this much freedom. These two
weeks surely are going to feel like a vacation. He responds with a simple nod
with a faint smile, relieved to hear, then darts his eyes over towards the
bathroom. I catch on easily. “Yea, never did take that bath. I'll get that
taken care of.” After sauntering off to the location and emptying my pockets, I
settle myself into the ceramic tub with a extended sigh. There's more relief
once turning it's filled and submerging under the steamy water. Another long
day, seems like I can't catch a break. Really, it was enjoyable, but I had
other plans in mind for the day. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. Surprised
Aoyagi didn't catch on the potent smell of smoke off my clothing, but who
knows, maybe he already knows that K is the smoker and I just came back reeking
of it. Not like he hides it by washing up or hiding the obvious pack of
cigarettes sticking out from the front pocket of his vest.
With scrubbing up, my phone is heard ringing in the opposite room. Aoyagi must
have charged it while I was out. There's a soft knock at the door, the sound
closer.
“Junta...?”
“You can come in.” Aoyagi steps in with a coy look plastered on his face when
handing off the item. He has no need to be shy, but it's adorable to see.
“Thanks!” Nodding, he steps out swiftly. Silly man you can be sometimes,
Hajime. I smile to myself when looking down at the phone, the call missed.
Perhaps Keita or Kaburagi? With a few swipes of the finger, I find out who
exactly it was – the name causing my eyes to round out. “You're kidding me,” I
mumble to myself, “Ashikiba...?”
He -never- calls! Or sends texts. Rarely keeps his phone charged either. He's
more the type to talk to someone face-to-face. After the Inter-High ended, we
tied off loose ends and decided to keep contact again. He was the one to
apologize first. Know he's attending the welcoming party, so what could be so
important that a call was necessary? Maybe he can't show as well. Seeing that
no voice mail was left behind, I decide to call him back straight away.
“Jun-chan!” yelps the excited voice of my friend when picking up.
“Heeeeey Shikiba~,” I sing, “This is a strange occurrence. What's up?”
“I must be mistaken, but I -swear- I saw you! I must have been seeing things,
but he wore the same jacket and perm. Just thought I'd call you to ask...?” He
was to be mistaken, doubt he's all the way out here.
“Someone must share my fashion sense! Didn't think I'd get so popular so fast,”
I jest, “I'm at my College now, so it's unlikely you spotted me.”
“Wait... you're at your College already? Which one?” I perk a brow.
“Koya University, it's close to my hometown. Never did tell you that detail,
hrm?” So busy with apologies, we never talked about our goals after graduation.
Whoops.
“Koya? I was there today!” he beams, “I -knew- I saw you!” This confuses me
further.
“Why where you in Chiba?”
“Scouting different Colleges, including Chiba. Is my homeland after all.
Decided to check that one out to see if its right for me. If I knew you were
going there, I would have choose it right away!” He chuckles awkwardly. “Should
have said something then...” What an airhead. Not like it's hard to walk up to
someone and confirm it was someone you recognized.
“Hey, that's fine! Means you're still the area, right?” He hums to affirm this.
Turns out he's staying with some relatives out here while poking around for the
right College. He really should have been doing this -before- graduation, but
not like I'm going to scold him. He'll be staying around this location for one
more day, so we decided to meet up tomorrow afternoon to catch up further and
maybe get him enthused about attending here. Not like I've experienced the
classes yet, but there's many successful artists that graduated here. Not to my
surprise, he's wants to be a famous pianist. This place seems perfect for that
goal. I'd love having my best friend here... When our little chat is about to
wrap up, there's a commotion coming from the front room. Sounds like... a
voice, and not Aoyagi's. I can't make out the words, but the overall tone
sounds in panic.
“Sorry Shikiba, got to go! See you tomorrow!” I hang up and jump out from the
tub to swiftly wrap a towel at my waist. Who the hell decided to show up? If
it's K again, I'm going to have a -serious- talk with him. Not like it's too
late for visitors or anything, but who would Aoyagi allow inside the dorm when
I'm bathing? My answers are question when peering into the room, a pair in my
sights by the front door. There's Aoyagi dressed up in fresh sleeping clothes
and... oh boy, why is he here?
“Come on, Aoyagi!” exclaims the visitor, “This seems really important and I
want to be prepared!” Seeing as it's just Kaburagi, I step out without getting
dressed. He's used to seeing me like this anyway. “Teshima-san!” He scurries
towards me with a feared expression, tears welled in those round eyes. “I need
your help too! Pleasepleaseplease-”
“Kaburagi!” I shout to grab his attention. He hushes up instantly. What's with
this apprehension? What could he really need our help for? I peer over to
Aoyagi for an answer of sorts, but he shrugs – being just as confused as I am.
Seeing as the door is still wide open, he must have bragged in without
permission. “Just clam down and explain what's going on.” Aoyagi does the favor
of shutting the door and taking Kaburagi by the wrist to lead him over to the
couch. He follows without hesitance and they both a take a seat. Before I
decide to return to the bathroom, I stand close by to listen. A text or call
would have appreciated. Seems like an emergency though.
“W-W-Well...” he stammers, “U-uh, well, you know the Pig got permission to stay
here a little longer after he recovered, right?”
“Correct,” Aoyagi says in his normal monotone fashion. This is true. Doubashi's
recovery went pretty smoothly, but didn't have much time to actually go out and
enjoy the company of his boyfriend. May as well get as much time as they can
have together before school, not like it's easy to see one another with him
living a three-ish hour drive away.
“Y-yeah... well, tomorrow night, h-h-he wants to introduce himself to my
parents before he leaves the next day. I haven't told them I've been dating
him, so... this means I...” He swallows dryly, clearly upset by coming
situation.
“Means you have to come out of the closet!” I laugh to lighten the mood, “What
an adult you're becoming.” He glares to me with a disappointed frown, those
tears rolling down his cheeks. Maybe this isn't the time to play around...
“This is serious, Teshima-san! I-It's... scary to think about. I tried talking
to Danchiku about it, but he's not... you know, not into men. Not like he has
relationship experience either.” He wipes away the tears on the sleeve of his
sweater with a weak whimper. Damn, he's really upset about this.
“So you came here to ask how me and Aoyagi came out. A phone call could have
fixed this, but seeing as you're already here, we'd be happy to explain. Right,
Hajime?” He offers a small smile and nods firmly. A snicker erupts from
Kaburagi. “What's so funny all of a sudden?”
“Dunno, just kinda hard to take your 'senpai face' seriously while in a towel!”
“You want our help or not?” sternly butts in my partner.
“S-sorry, Aoyagi!”
“That's 'Aoyagi-san,' by the way...” I correct. The busy day only gets
longer...
***** Oh yeah, I had my fun... *****
Before trying to talk about the tender subject, I finished up my business in
the bathroom while Aoyagi got dinner ready. He was already in the process of
preparing a meal when Kaburagi showed up and, being the kindhearted type he is,
offered some despite the sudden intrusion. Was planned to have left overs
anyway, so not like it was much of an inconvenience. Squid tentacles sauteed
with sesame oil and garlic topped with onions, mushrooms and bell peppers –
served over rice. Someone has been reading my recipe books. Tasting it, the
vegetables are a bit undercooked and too much oil was used, but not like I'm
going to criticize a dish on his first time making it. Not like he cooks
something more complex often.
“My thoughts are again backed up!” blurts Kaburagi while clacking his
chopsticks together, “Aoyagi-san, a perfect mom!”
“Just because he can cook doesn't mean anything like that!” I say with a roll
of the eyes, “I'm the better chef, that makes me more the mother!” Aoyagi's
shoulders slump with a disapproving look, obviously not amused by both of us.
What, it's true!
“Hey, I can barely make rice without burning it,” follows the redhead with a
short laugh. Why am I not surprised. “But this is really good! Thanks again for
the meal.” Only a few bites are missing from the dish when he slides it onto
the coffee table, wide bright eyes softening. “But I didn't come here to
eat...” His expression falls to importance, brows arched and gaze locked in our
direction. Seems he wants to get right down to business. Not like this is going
to take long. I slide away mine as well and compose myself, but Aoyagi beats me
in firing the conversation up.
“Kaburagi, listen.” With a stone face, he sets his elbows at his knees so he
can prop his chin atop his hands folded over one another. Now you really look
like a father figure, Hajime. I just offer a smile and watch, letting him take
control. “The question is what your parents are like.”
“Erm- well...” he begins with a scratch at a cheek, “They're really cool!
Seeing as I can't cook well and my grades tend to slip, they do their best to
help. Tutoring, teaching... I still fail, but they keep trying!”
“Means they care for you a lot.”
“Y-yeah... they're pretty laid back too, but I've never talked to them about
something more serious. Hell, I never got the 'birds-and-bees' talk like ninety
percent of people get at my age. I learned from the internet...” He looks away
for a moment to let out an awkward chuckle, color on his cheeks. “... I didn't
know I was into men until I met you two also. You guys... kinda opened my eyes.
Not like I saw anything go on, but I could feel a connection that's far
different from just friends. I knew from the beginning that you guys would get
together and I liked the idea of being with another male. ...But! I'm getting
off topic!” He looks back with a weak smile with concern on his face. “I don't
know how they'll react and... frankly, I'm scared.” Aoyagi continues to stare
straight at him without a single change. Silence fills the room for a handful
of seconds, making the already tense atmosphere worse.
“... Slow,” Aoyagi says simply. Kaburagi reacts with a confused tip of the
head. “You need to talk this out slowly. Ask questions first and receive
answers.”
“That's mumbo-jumbo! Just give me an answer!”
“Answers come with time. You can't get them so easily.” Aoyagi breaths out
heavily to keep his temper under ropes. He can get easily frustrated with him,
which I understand completely. The temptation to give my own 'answer' comes to
mind, but he'll listen to Aoyagi more anyway. I'd just be wasting breath. “You
want an answer? Fine. Go home and talk to them. Start with the basics. Examples
being, 'I think I'm in love, what do I do' and 'I think I'm mature enough to
learn about sex.' and 'I like a man, how do you guys feel about that?'”
“But that's so embarrassing and uncool!” His cheeks puff out in distaste when
giving him an icy glare. You really are in idiot.
“You're an idiot,” Aoyagi responds aloud. Good to know we're thinking the same
exact thing. “You can't have answers without asking!” Kaburagi arches a brow.
“Is that how you guys did it?”
“My parents told me about sex at a young age and even openly said it's fine if
I start liking boys,” I say casually, “Most accepting folks ever.” Guess I'm
lucky.
“Mine were just happy I had a friend,” follows Aoyagi blankly, “As for the
topic, I asked. Was curious about sex, so I just asked. Simple as that.”
“B-but, we're you embarrassed!? Like, ew...”
“How do you think they made you?” I inquire snidely. His head snaps away with a
grunt.
“Ok, you got me there...” The once stern look fades to one of acceptance, that
gleam back in those red eyes when peering back. A toothy grin accompanies.”You
guys had no troubles coming out then. I envy this, but if I do that... maybe
they'll accept it.”
“It's clear they love you, Kaburagi. And if problems do arise, just keep
talking it over and come to an agreement. The power of the voice, ya know?”
Seeing as Aoyagi is right next to me, I again hook an arm over a shoulder and
gesture for him to relax. No need for that 'senpai-face' anymore. He complies
and rests back against the couch with a soft smile. He snuggles up close, but
keeps his eyes on our guest. “Asking questions and chatting was the reason why
you and Doubashi hit it off, right?”
“Right! I'd probably still have a competitive grudge against him if we didn't
have those talks during the Sprinter's Dash. It's like what you told me when I
got that letter, Teshima-san. 'Talk. Just go talk to him.' Gah, just because
it's my parents, it shouldn't change a thing!” Like a young child who was just
taught an import lesson, he grins as wide as possible. “You guys are the best!
Thank you~.”
“Then you know what you have to do?” asks Aoyagi firmly.
“Go home and talk, obviously! Duh! But... uh, now that's out of the way, I have
another favor to ask.” He's greedy for our attention today. He rummages through
a few large pockets on his cargo pockets and displays a pair of boxes. They
look to be... hair dye? “My roots are starting to show and the color is
fading... I want to look my best tomorrow, so can you help, Aoyagi-san?” Once
pointed out, the dark brown is shows on his middle part and that bright orange
does look dimmed. Minor details to me, so not like I paid much attention. “I
don't want to accidentally mess up...” I look over to my partner, who is just
smiling shamelessly. Can feel how happy he is with the interaction. His eyes
dart over to me, his eyes alone asking for permission.
“It's fine. Gives me time to dive into these new mangas!”
---
After devouring the rest of the meal and cleaning up, those two spent time
together in the bathroom to give the make over. Not being much of a help, I
lounged in the bed to indulge in my gift. Also turned on the small radio to
have some background noise. Favorite J-Pop station with a good book... now this
is a way to end off a day. Thought we'd have more troubles with our company,
but luckily, he actually listened! Could hear the muffled voices of them during
the process, but I paid no mind. They have their activity, I have mine. I'm
about to clear the third book when a voice picks up in volume. Has it been that
long already?
“Heading out, Teshima-san! I'll text you how things go tomorrow!” With the
bedroom door closed, I understand the shouting, but he could have just knocked.
Whatever.
“Good luck Kaburagi!” There's the sound of the door closing followed by one
opening. Glancing over, Aoyagi stands at the door frame with a towel wrapped
around neck and lacking a shirt. Looks like he touched up his hair as well,
once darker blonde roots and streaks completely gone. With it being still being
slightly damp, those long bangs stick against his forehead and cheek. “Looking
good~. Planned to do that before the school year started anyway, hrm?”
Truthfully, I couldn't care less what color he keeps his hair, but when he does
dye it... there's a certain sex appeal. Maybe it's the way the used products
make it shine or just the satisfactory of him looking so proud once it's
finished. It makes him feel nice to do it, so in turn, it makes me happy. He
nods when tossing the moist towel into the nearby hamper and climbs into bed
next to me. Curiously, I reach out and fiddle with the length hanging over a
shoulder. With a closer look and touch, it's extra fluffy and soft feeling from
the given care.
“Junta...” he says coyly, slightly embarrassed from the action.
“Hey, can't stop myself from touching... you're just too handsome.” I withdraw
the hand and look back to my manga to continue reading, but I keep my ears open
for my partner's sake. “Hopefully Kaburagi looks just as good for his man.”
Before able to finish off the page, he leans in and lands a kiss flat to my
cheek.
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me...” The innocent look turns into one of wanting attention
when I peer over. Really, there's no change in his expression, but those eyes
speak alone. Tips of fingers brush at the side of my face to grab my full
attention, head turned so gazes lock. Like clockwork, we lean in to press our
lips together. This could be taken as an unsullied kiss, yet I can feel the
yearning. What brought this on? After placing the book on the nightstand and
breaking it for a quick moment, my partner has already relocated. Now on my
side and at the mid of the bed, a hand clasps over my groin rather forcefully.
“Hajime!” I gasp out, “What got you so worked up?”
“I just want you,” he states simplistically when rolling his palm against the
area. There's one thing that comes being completely out of energy and wanting
sleep... your sex drive increases. The body is more sensitive and reacts with
more sensitivity. At least with me, unsure about others. Just those simple
touches alone sends a satisfied shiver through my abdomen. With already being
intimate yesterday, I'd think he'd be sated, but this is obviously not the
case. Not like I'm going to make a fuss. While scooting to the middle of the
bed, he follows. There's a few extra squeezes before his thumbs hook into my
pants and tug with a low grunt. Already? I'm barely hard. Regardless, I give
into his wishes and lift my hips enough to let his hands glide off the
clothing; boxers coming along. Parting my legs, Aoyagi lowers his head and
slurps the nearly soft skin into his mouth. The sudden rush of warmth produces
a moan from my throat, head sinking between the pillows. No foreplay? A smile
develops on my lips. What made you desperate for my cock, Hajime? Unlike last
time, I sit up momentarily to slide off my sleeping shirt. My skin can breath
this time around. This doesn't break the rhythm, a hand comes in contact to
hold it in place when his tongue dips into the slit; his gentle mewls filling
my ears.
“Mmm~” my voice vibrates. It does gentle wriggles and then swirls circles the
most sensitive part of my arousal. Skillful fingers also add in gentle strokes
to heighten the feeling. My heartbeat increases and as the tension piles up,
the skin soon becoming stiff within his grasp. Words can't express how good he
is. He knows all the right buttons to press to send into profound amounts of
bliss. There's a short pause from his mouth so I can indulge the touches, but
another rush of pleasure then overtakes me. Warm and slippery fingers now press
to my entrance. With not keeping eye contact, missed the opportunity to see him
lick them over. Lifting my legs, I allow access. Please Hajime... make me moan.
“Junta~” he purrs seductively when one passes the muscle, both making my body
tense up. That loving voice plus him inside me... my brain is shutting down. My
half thoughts of this being a sensual and slow experience flips when it plunges
to the knuckle to directly hit the most delicate part within me. Involuntarily,
my back arches upwards and I start to wail out as it strikes my prostate over
and over at a brisk speed while he eagerly suckles at the tip. Oh my gods...!!
My hands curl into the sheets like I'm hanging on for dear life as waves of
pleasure rock through my spine and lower body; breaths for air stiffening.
“Nggggh~” That's right, Hajime... That aching sensation in my groin is already
there. I don't want come so quickly, but... you feel too damn good! Pumps of
hands inside and around my length quicken when he realizes I'm teetering near
the edge. A burning sensation develops on the tips of my ears as it draws
closer, every motion of him causing my hips and shoulders to twitch ever-so-
slightly. My smile turns uneven when a thought comes along. Don't want to fuck
me...? Fine then, I'll fill your throat instead. Right when my climax is about
to erupt, there's a complete halt. I stare up with eyes rounded out in
confusion. Aoyagi withdrew completely, his body now upright and sitting atop
the bed like nothing happened. “I was so close! Why'd you stop?” I ask in laden
breaths. What the hell?
“You're going somewhere tomorrow, you promised you'd stay home.” My face
muscles flinch. How did... “I heard you talking with Ashikiba. This is your
punishment.” He shows the most innocent, yet sinister grin before getting off
the bed and leaving the room to enter the bathroom, the sound of the doorknob's
press lock clicking. The moment of shock fades when the realization hits me...
he didn't sound mad, more... playful. Mischievous. Hajime... you sly bastard.
“Dammit...” I slump against the sheets. A goofy smile spreads from ear to ear.
“... I did promise didn't I?”
Well...
Then I deserve this.
***** Oh yeah, it's party time... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Aoyagi's PoV! Doing a skip ahead to get the ball moving towards
     some stronger story points. Paragraph spam~ apologies. And heavy
     dialogue scenes, we meet again. *shakes fist* ))
Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh...
But at the same time, Junta did deserve some sort of punishment. He knew I was
just being playful, so no hard feelings. The next morning wasn't awkward at
all, with no interruptions either. Breakfast while channel surfing until
something caught our eye. Nothing stood out until we breezed over an anime
network that was currently playing a marathon of Love Hime. Both of us aren't
what you call 'interested' in it, but I at least stuck around to listen to the
opening. To think I sang this during the Inter-High... Junta decided to give it
a shot while I started on my project across the room. A medium sized canvas is
pulled from the hall closet and locked in place on my wooden easel, completely
white and blank. Soon enough, it will become a perfect piece.
Once the afternoon started to roll around, Junta look his leave to meet up with
Ashikiba. I didn't ask where or how long it would be, I'll just let him have
his fun without being disturbed. For all we know, this could be the last
opportunity to hang out until we have more free time. The layout for my
painting is complete in this time, light pencil lines etched onto the surface.
By the speed this is going, should be able to get this done before the
welcoming party.
Later in the day, Kaburagi sent me dozens of texts; the majority praising us
for the talk. Everything went smoothly, his parents accepting his feelings and
answering any question he had in mind. Doubashi behaved as well, taking the
meeting earnestly and with complete honesty. He doesn't want this relationship
to just be a little fling that will end faster than in began – Kaburagi being
on the same boat. It's going to be hard to keep it strong, but knowing them
well enough and how stubborn they can be, pretty sure it won't crash so easily.
Junta returned a few hours later, his phone filled to the brim with similar
messages. Again Kaburagi pulls the joke of us being great parents. As much as I
love the thought of being married and perhaps adopting a child or two, it's not
happening in the near future. Give it ten years or more...
As for the meeting, Junta and Ashikiba just did the simple thing of riding
around the area while catching up on what was missed. Everything went smoothly
until he mentioned our relationship. Ashikiba suddenly stopped in his tracks
and said he had to leave. At first, it was believed there was an emergency or
something similar, but Ashikiba never looked to his phone. There's no way he
could have been warned. Junta came to the conclusion that Ashikba didn't want
to see him cry. There was a choke in his voice when saying goodbyes. Not from
sadness or jealousy, seeing as Ashikiba has no feeling like that towards him,
but from joy. The thought is backed up when, later in the night, he sends a
text.
“I'm happy for you, Jun-chan. I'll see you at the party.”
Junta's just glad that maybe now, he'll actually continue to use his phone. May
not be important if Ashikiba does decide to attend here. Wouldn't mind a
familiar face around campus, especially a close friend of my partner.
The rest of the week went without a hitch. K and Shimizu stopped by on occasion
to hang out with Junta, leaving me with plenty of time to work on my piece. The
one time I joined them on the miscellaneous adventures, K showed us the 'secret
spot' deep within the wooded area. Luckily there's a faint dirt trail leading
there, so finding our way back wouldn't be a trouble. Turns out it's a gigantic
tree with the base hallowed out, similar to a den that a wild animal may use.
Only the outer edges look to be done by nature, while the rest was carved away
until there was enough room for a couple people to fit comfortably inside while
sitting.
This must have taken weeks to get done... maybe months. He even went with the
trouble of making a makeshift door that covers the opening so no one else may
stubble upon it, including the wildlife. A few lights powered by batteries are
attached to the walls, along with a tarp to cover the dirt floor. He went all
out with it, making it a cozy little place to hang out with privacy. K gave us
permission to come here at any time, as long the secret is kept to ourselves. I
have no qualms with the agreement. This place could be perfect when I want to
sketch outside while having the company of just myself.
For doing this kind gesture, Junta invited them to come to welcoming party to
meet the rest of the team that brought victory in the Inter-High. K, of course,
was enthused and said yes right away while Shimizu turned down the offer
without batting an eyelash. Makes sense, he's just as much of an introvert as
myself.
It's going to be hectic enough...
---
Now today, the day has arrived.
Once the large amount of equipment is stashed away inside the closet, the front
room's size is far bigger than I remembered. We'll need the room, seeing at
least seven people are showing. The troubles of feeding the crowd isn't one to
worry over, seeing as Tadokoro-san volunteered in supplying the food from the
bakery. And he wasn't lying... He showed up soon after getting things in order
with Onoda, Imaizumi and Naruko close behind carrying the vast amount. There's
the simple 'hellos' and 'how's everything doing' sort of exchanges while
organizing the food, everything from pre-made sandwiches on freshly baked bread
and to sweet treats like cupcakes and cookies. Our tiny counters can barely
display the amount. Talk about party food...
The four gave out their house warming gifts as well. Tadokoro-san handed over
gift cards for the bakery, the two containing around twelve thousands yen each.
Well, we know where we'll be stopping by the eat when visiting town. Onoda, in
his normal fashion, handled over a collection of Love Hime dvds. After catching
wind of me singing the song, like Tadokoro-san did, he thought I may be
interested in the show as well. Perfect... Along the same lines, Imaizumi
handed over a collection of movies he enjoys; including the soundtracks.
Something to watch and listen to, I suppose. Naruko, on the other hand, did the
expected when handing over a household appliance. Of all things, it -had- to be
a teapot. Thoughtful gesture, I'll give it that much.
“Oh, I invited someone else over, if you guys don't mind!” bellows Tadokoro-san
once taking a seat on the couch.
“Shouldn't be too much of a trouble,” says Junta while preparing drinks for the
company, “Who would that be?” I catch that wide smile of our trainer when he
looks over a shoulder.
“Our designated driver!” Oh right, he did mention that booze would be involved,
but I thought the lot would just spend the night. It's a relief to hear they'd
get a ride home actually, we don't exactly have the room to have many stay
over. Soon after the statement, there's a knock at the door. With me the
closest, I answer to see Kinjou-san with those trademark sunglasses over his
face carrying an array of paper and plastic bags.
“Shades!” yells Naruko when bolting towards us, “You brought booze?! Ka ka ka!
Didn't expect this!”
“Actually, they're a gift from Kanzaki,” he corrects with a gentle smile, “This
is a celebration after all. We believe that you guys are old enough to enjoy a
night of drinking, but I'll be the one watching over if you guys decide to join
in. If anything, it's mostly for Tadokoro, who was the one to ask.”
“We're all underage here, so we should be responsible! Not going to force
anyone of you to join in either! Can always count on Kinjou.” Tadokoro-san lets
out a hearty laugh. Letting him in, I return to Junta's side with a gentle
smile.
“You plan on drinking?” he asks. I nod simply. This wouldn't be the first time
I've indulged in alcohol, you know that Junta. “True, we were able to get a few
drinks off the bartender at the karaoke bar we visit frequently. I'm not too
worried about us getting out of control, it's the others.”
“You two are just as responsible as myself,” Kinjou-san states stashes away the
array of bottles and cans inside the fridge, “There's a reason why I left the
title of Captain and Vice Captain in your hands last year.” He smiles towards
us. “I'm proud you two kept Sohoku strong.”
“Kinjou-san...” we both mumble coyly. Thank you. Before breaking out the
alcohol, the start of the get together involves us sitting around the living
room sharing stories and tea. Tadokoro-san informs us of his work at the bakery
and Kinjou-san tells us his studies at Yonan University, us and the second-
years happy to reconnect with our past teammates. About an hour passes when
Tadokoro-san decides to crack open his first beer, myself joining along. Might
as well.
“W-w-w-what if we get caught?!” exclaims the meek Onoda. “I don't know about
this...”
“You worry too much, Onoda-kun,” Naruko comforts with a pat at his back,
“Hotshot is the one I want to see drunk anyway!”
“I can handle my booze fairly well. Pretty sure you'll do something stupid and
I'll have to clean up after it.”
“What was that?!” There's a stare down for a brief moment before the redhead
springs to his feet and heads into the kitchen. Once he locates where we keep
the glasses, he pours out a small serving of whiskey for them both. “Hotshot is
going to do a hotshot!” He laughs at his own joke with a toothy grin following
when handing the drink off. They're not even drunk yet... I'm afraid of what's
to come. Curiously, I watch the exchange while Junta talks away with the
senpais. Imaizumi doesn't hesitate to gulp down the dark colored drink without
a single flinch, the contents being far more than a shot. More like three.
“You satisfied?” he sighs out differently, eyes steely. Wasn't kidding about
handling it well...
“A-Amazing, Imaizumi-kun! Just smelling that made my stomach turn!”
“He isn't that amazing, Onoda-kun! I'm the chugging champion here, I can do it
much faster than that!” There's a pause as Naruko composes himself with a deep
breath. This isn't going to end well. In a quick burst, the glass is drained.
Those red eyes squint once the burn of the pure alcohol hits him with
shoulder's quivering when holding back a cough. Immediately following, he seats
himself back to the floor with a solid thump. “Kaaaaa! That's stronger than I
thought!” he gasps, “But I did it faster than hotshot!”
“This isn't a contest...” Imaizumi says with a shake of the head. No kidding.
“That's correct. If you continue to keep it that way, I'll have to discourage
anyone from drinking tonight,” sternly says Kinjou-san, who listened in. “We're
adults here, Naruko. Remember this.”
“Sorry Shades! Was just this one time, alright? Wanted to if hotshot was
lying!” You're going to have your hands full with those two alone, Kinjou-san.
Could say the 'fun' really started when K arrived. As to be expected, he
brought booze of his own to share with company; blissfully unaware we already
planned ahead. It's his welcoming gift as well, which made him disappointed.
Just more to add to the pile, not like the amount we have is going away in one
night. Although, Tadokoro-san alone can take that burden. Four cans beer are
already drained in the first two hours, not a sign of him being remotely tipsy.
With being on my third, the buzz is already there. Once Junta catches this, he
starts his intake off with a glass of Shochu mixed with the earlier made tea.
He was always one for weaker or sweeter tasting drinks, unlike myself. Bitter
or nothing.
K, being the party going type, makes weaker mixers for each the second-years
before indulging in conversation about the Inter-High with them. Even Onoda is
starting to enjoy the idea of it, causally taking sips and becoming inebriated
partway through the first glass. K isn't being forceful with them as well. If
anything, he's the most responsible of us all. Doing as he said, Kinjou-san
keeps a careful eyes on us all – especially with a stranger around – but he
still takes the pleasure of our company. Believed me may be the 'buzz-kill' by
being over protective, but it's not the case. Yet. The night is still young.
“Perm-senpai?” I hear K question, “Oh please! Junta-bug is soooo a better
nickname!”
“But he -is- a perm-senpai! Well, maybe more 'perm-kun' with you! What about
Quiet-senpai? Think of one for him?” Oh boy... both that love nicknames.
“Hrm... think you win on name there. Really is hard coming up with one for him.
Give it time!” All reality, I don't mind Naruko's, but I'm afraid of what K may
call me. 'Junta-bug?' Far too silly. I'll await the day. Tadokoro-san clears
off another beer before switching to the stronger liquors, myself joining
along. The tolerance he has is insane, but given his size, it makes perfect
sense. While he went with a larger glass of straight whiskey, I go with a mixer
of it with soda water. Weaker, but the strength still hits me. A few sips in,
my vision starts blur and sway slightly. Now this is the buzz I've been looking
for. Fully relaxed, I find myself leaning onto Junta without worries.
 
“Can't be anxious about being affectionate when you got some booze in you,
huh?” He's far more of a lightweight than me, cheeks already reddened and voice
slurred. “But I need to get some fresh air... hitting me harder than expected.”
I offer a smile and lean back away, allowing him to stand and make his way into
the bedroom. The idea of doing the same doesn't sound half bad. The stuffiness
is starting to put some weight on me. Junta exits a moment later with a
sweater, unable to ask to come along. Not like he'll go far anyway, maybe just
relax out on the porch. Standing to my feet, my vision spins. The full blunt
force of the alcohol hits me at once, my weight shifting to one leg for
support. Once I think it over, I've been slurping down my drinks at the speed
Tadokoro-san has been. Subconsciously, I've been trying to keep up with him. I
can't be like my trainer in every aspect, that's for sure. Shaking my head to
bring some clarity, I saunter into the other room to grab some sort of outdoor
wear.
I locate a jacket within the small closet and slip it on, my eyes catching a
glint of something on the ground nearby. I would pay no mind to something like
this in my current condition, but once realizing what it is, I question why it
would be in our house.
 
A lighter...?
 
We only use matchbooks when it comes to lighting incense and candles, so why
would we have one? It looks to have fallen from one of the dresser. Maybe I'm
looking too much into this, but my suspicions rise once thinking it over. Junta
does go out often enough to make me wonder. If 'fresh air' is such a problem,
he could leave the windows open more often. Curiously, I slide open the draw
belonging to him to maybe get an answer.
And there is one...
***** Oh yeah, stuff got real... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Bad stuff happens. God, this hurt to type out. ))
I'm not seeing this...
In Junta's tipsy haste to get outside, he neglected to cover an empty pack of
cigarettes. The stale scent of tobacco fills my nostrils, the whole draw
reeking of them. Once brushing away a folded shirt, another lighter and sealed
packages are found. At first, I just stare blankly inside like it's an
illusion; like my eyes are playing some cruel joke on me.
Junta... smokes?
How long has he kept this from me? And why did I never caught on? The signs
where all there before seeing any evidence. The breaks outside, how often he
washes his hands and brushes his teeth, the way he coughs when straining
himself on a bike ride... It was so obvious! My teeth clench together is vent
this frustration. More importantly, why is he keeping this secret from me? My
mind swirls with a mixture of emotions, trying to pinpoint how I feel about
this situation. One stands out above them all.
Anger.
I'm aggravated at this. Do I confront him or just continue keeping this a
secret? I... I can't keep secrets from him easily. It's hard to lie to Junta.
Then why... was it so easy for him to lie to me? A growl slips from my throat.
How do I approach this?! My teeth grit together, my heart rate at an
uncomfortable level. I'm hurt... Junta. Why have you been lying to me? It felt
likes minutes standing there, but in all reality, it's only been a few seconds.
I just need to get away from all this. It's a subject that can just be talked
about later without the guests. That's right, there's a party going on. There's
no need to start something so personal at this very moment. Nodding to myself,
I slide the shirt back over the previously covered items and leave the lighter
untouched, making it seem like I never stepped inside. The jacket is hung back
up as well, all urges to head outside being void.
... it can wait.
---
In attempts to soothe the building anger, I relocate to my seat and chug down
the remaining portion of my drink. My body flinches from the after burn of the
strong liquor. May have made more potent than intended.
“Everything alright, Aoyagi?” Looking over, Kinjou-san stares straight in my
direction. My expression must have gave it away, I know it's hard to keep a
straight face. And for me, the master of the poker-face, it's something to
note. I force a smile.
“Yeah... just not used to being drunk,” I lie.
“Just making sure. If you start feeling uncomfortable in anyway, be sure to
stop drinking. Don't want anyone getting sick on my watch.”
“You don't know Aoyagi like I do!” shouts Tadokoro-san. He reaches over and
gives a firm pat to my back with a boisterous laugh. Ow, that of kind of hurt!
“Nothing can make him feel ill or down! And if somehow that happens, I'll be
the one watching over. You should stick to making sure those second-years don't
start any trouble.” Kinjou-san offers a smile, myself joining along. Thank you,
Tadokoro-san. The rage begins to calm once I bring my focus back to listening
to the conversations, K now getting involved with talking with our senpais
about the Inter-High the year before.
“Damn, I wish I was able to see you take those tags, Tadokoro-kun!” K shakes
his nearly empty glass of whiskey about with a disappointed sigh. Over dramatic
much?
“Hah! It was the most trilling and hardest thing I've ever done! That little
bean over there was so close to beating me too!”
“I heard that, old man!” shouts Naruko from across the room.
“I'm not an old man!” Feels like old times. “Oh, Aoyagi here was able to see my
victory. He was so happy, he started crying!” Heat rises to my face in an
instant.
“T-Tadokoro-san...” Why did he have to have to say that part...?
“Hey, you shouldn't be embarrassed,” says K with a bright smile, “Just means
you were inspired and touched by the display. Pretty sure that gave you the
passion to be as strong as you are today.” He's not wrong. Everything Tadokoro-
san has taught me I take to heart, including his victories. The strongest of
all of them had to be the last year race before we parted ways. The good-bye
punch is still fresh on my mind. As the conversation continued, all thoughts of
Junta were pushed aside. Sharing company and drinks is something that was
necessary. If I let my emotions take the better of me at that moment, I would
have done something rash. “Where is Junta-bug anyway?” K brings up once a
handful of minutes pass.
“He went outside,” I answer simply.
“He's been a gone for quite a while now. Want me to go look for him?” Once I
think about it, it has been longer than his normal breaks. I should say now,
smoke breaks. Seeing as I've returned to a neutral level, I volunteer instead.
“I will, wouldn't want to interrupt your conversation.”
“Alright then. Make sure he comes back with you! This is a party for the both
of you after all!” He displays a firm thumbs up with a goofy grin. Seems like
that's his 'trademark' thing to do. I return to the bedroom to retrieve the
jacket from before, the lighter in the same exact place. Shit...
I didn't even think about it. If I leave it there, I would have surely spotted
it to grab the clothing. That could make Junta suspicious and panicked once he
returns. Do I just ignore it and pretend I never saw it? Put it away like it
never fell out? Again my eyes glue to it as I try to think of a solution, the
alcohol doing its job by swaying my thoughts. Really, it could be just ignored.
I'm drunk after all, which may make Junta believe that the state caused me to
not notice it. Or I could just put it back inside like it wasn't there to begin
with. But... that doesn't change one thing.
I can't lie to Junta.
The guilt would drive me up a wall. My teeth again snap together. That stored
anger again rises when I lift it from the ground and cradle it in my palm. Damn
it all... I should just get this over with. It's the best solution... right?
---
Making my way outside, it doesn't take long to find Junta. He was only a few
meters away from the home near the dirt road talking someone. That person
happens to be Ashikiba, can tell that just by height alone. He must have
arrived while Junta was out on break and they got caught up in conversation.
That explains it. Does that mean... Ashikiba now knows he's a smoker or has he
known before hand? My fingers tighten over the lighter in the sweater's pocket.
“Hrm, oh Aoyagi!” Junta shouts with a wave once I get closer.
“It's been a while!” follows Ashikiba with a wave of his own.
“Good evening...” I offer with a short bow of the head in greetings. Just
seeing Junta's face makes my heartbeat rise unsteadily and lip curl to bite
down. Now I really can't wait... my expressions alone are giving away my
discomfort.
“Sorry, have I been taking too long? Shikiba pulled up and we just started
talking...”
“My fault for keeping him! We can head inside now.” Junta nods in agreement and
they start walking forward, my feet planted in the same place. I could just
follow them and forget about this whole thing. It wait... it can wait...
“You coming, Aoyagi?” questions Junta with concern, “Something up?” No, it
can't. I'll probably continue being this way until I let it out. At least here,
we're alone and can talk this over privately. Not looking to him, I answer
swiftly.
“Junta... can I talk to you? Alone?” The sharpness of my voice easily expresses
how tender the subject may be. Calm yourself, Hajime. It's just a talk.
“Y-yeah... I'll head in shorty, Shikiba. Feel free to introduce yourself to the
rest of my friends!”
“A friend of Jun-chan is a friend of mine,” he chuckles warmly, “Don't take too
long!” A set of footsteps is heard heading towards the dorm and then fade off
into the distance, leaving me and Junta in the stillness of the early evening.
I may be taking an inappropriate approach to this, but I need to get it out!
“What's this about, hm? Something happen inside I should know about? Wait,
wait... I'll guess. Naruko did something stupid, right?” he laughs. Damn it
Junta... My head sinks between my shoulders as my voice chokes out to say
something. What do I say? All that comes is a noise. My throat freezes, unable
to find the right words. My addled state makes my vision begin to blur over as
I stare out to the empty road, the lights of cabins some distance away
flickering between the trees. Focus. You can do this, Hajime. Taking a heavy
breath to calm my shot nerves, I instead pull the item out and display it
clearly on my palm. I still avoid any to all eye contact, so I miss whatever
expression may be on my partner's face. “Is that... a lighter? Oh, you found
it! I picked one up some time ago to replace those matchbooks, but lost it soon
after. Thanks!”
…
He didn't...
He didn't just lie to me again...
“Junta!” I snap without thinking.
Unable to hold back these emotions any longer, my body turns sharply to face
him directly. Shock washes over his face. Spotting he has a hand stuffed into a
pocket, almost defenselessly by the way his shoulder is tensed, I reach out and
grab his forearm. There's no struggle. My sense of balance is severely impaired
from the amount of liquor I consumed, so I nearly topple over from moving so
suddenly. I keep balance somehow and forcefully tug, the hand springing free
and the once concealed pack of cigarettes falling to the ground. “Hajime!” Even
his voice is pissing me off. Looking from them to his face, every ounce my mind
falls to complete rage. Tears begin to well in the corners of my eyes that
distort my vision further, my grip becoming tighter. Shit... shit!! “Hajime!”
he repeats in a pained voice, “Y-You're hurting me!” Hearing that tone makes me
instantly release and take a few steps back. I went... too far. He grips the
injured area with with head hung, him now the one avoiding eye contact. “You...
found out, huh? Was bound to happen someday...” The twinge of regret for
hurting him fades, again my mind focused on wrath. How could he...
“Why didn't you tell me?!” My voice raises in volume, enough for Junta to
actually visibly flinch.
“This is why... I-I didn't want to make you upset,” he says, sounding utterly
defeated.
“'Upset... upset?!'” I bellow without logical thought, “That's not scratching
the surface! How -dare- you lie to me! ME! I thought we were a team and couple,
Junta!” The tips of my ears burn from the heat coming off my body, sweat
droplets rolling down my face. You lied to me...
“I know that, but... just please stop.” What?
“This is serious, Junta!” No, I'm not stopping! Do you not see how much you've
hurt me?!
“Come on, we can talk about this later...” He turns around to begin walking off
towards the house, but I immediately stop him with hand gripped at his clothing
at the back. Don't you walk away from me! We need to talk about this -now-! He
turns around to again face me.
A shoulder flinches.
A hand rises.
In that blurred motion, my head jerks to the side when a solid, open palmed
smack is given to my right cheek.
“STOP!” The realization hits me once I see the serious expression plastered on
his face. “Hajime... you're drunk. You're letting your emotions take over you.
I'm sorry I had to do that...” His sentence cuts off into a ragged choke for
breath and blue eyes glazed over. Junta... “I-I...- just please calm down.”
Tears fall and roll over his cheeks, voice fallen to desperate cries. The
gentle clutch I still had flatters and my arm slumps to my side, my own welled
up tears coming. He... struck me. But... I was going to hit him before this. I
was going to hurt... Junta. The mere thought of what my actions could have been
make my legs find strength and move, bolting off straight forward and leaving
him behind. My vision is a complete blur when I rush inside the home to reach
the bedroom, my shoulder bumping into an object and something hitting the
ground with a crack. What did I hit? Why did I come back inside?!
“Quiet-senpai?”
“Aoyagi!”
“... Aoyagi?”
I catch the voices of my former teammates around me, embarrassment now over
taking me. I'm making a scene! Why... why?! I'm such an idiot! I need... I need
to get away! Quickly wiping away the tears on a sleeve, I sprint back out the
still open door and take a sharp turn to the left; narrowly avoiding the hand
of Junta trying to stop me on the porch.
“Hajime!!” His voice rings through my head as I continue the run blindly into
the brush, my feet tripping over one another when passing over fallen branches
and rocks. Even in my drunken and depressed state, I realize how stupid this
action is. Running away isn't going to solve anything, especially if I get
myself lost in these woods. My frantic footfalls slow to walking speed as I
look over the surroundings, recognizing the area I'm in. Regardless, now I
really need to be alone, and a certain 'secret spot' is nearby. Granted, K and
Junta know the location, but maybe I can at least get a few minutes by myself.
I'm such a fool...
---
It's been... ten minutes at least. Or is my passage of time off due to being
drunk?
Inside the hallowed tree, I hug my legs as close as possible to my chest with
face buried into my knees. For a period of time, I just cried. Cried and let my
voice express my feelings. I'm... so confused. And hurt. Junta... was it just
the booze talking there or where those my true feelings? The intentions to hurt
him further... yell even louder... if it just remained a secret, none of this
would have happened. Have this aching feeling that things would be the same if
I was sober, just less of the embarrassing myself in front of company like
that. There's sure to be questions when I return. I did something stupid in
front of Tadokoro-san... The tears find their way back into my blood shot eyes,
every piece of me regretting my actions. I just wonder why no one came for me.
Maybe Junta told them it's best to leave me alone when like this. There's a
good reason behind it...
“This is it... has to be!” I hear a voice muffled behind the makeshift door,
but unable to pinpoint who it is right off the bat. Seeing as Tadokoro-san was
the one who said he'd be the one to watch over me, it has to be him. K or Junta
probably gave out the location to send a more friendly and neutral person to
talk over things. The answer is given when the small frame of someone crawls
into the light, wide red eyes up at me. “Hey Aoyagi-san! Found you!”
Kaburagi...?
Why did they send him?
“Damn, your new friend has an awesome little hiddy spot!” He seats himself next
to me before yanking out a bottle of liquid from a coat pocket. An Orange
Beena. Why am I not surprised? “Almost got lost out here! The directions they
gave me were so vague, yet, with being the genius I am, found it!” He twists
off the top and takes a small sip, the corners of his lips turning more to a
genuine smile. He looks over to me and presents it – offering a drink.
Uncurling myself, I accept and take it. I don't don't take a sip just yet.
“Why... are you here?” I question, voice still shaken from the events from
before. He tips his head.
“Isn't it obvious? Because you're my friend! I showed up shorty after you ran
off and they explained everything. Your trainer, Tadokoro-san was it? Yeah,
him. He wanted to go out and find you, but I insisted after hearing how you
felt.”
“Did he mention... why I got so angry?”
“Yeah... Teshima-san confessed to everyone. Who knew he was a smoker?” I see...
not like he could keep it a secret anymore. He needed to explain why I did such
actions.
“I'm such a fool...” I reacted so idiotically. If I actually stopped and
thought things over with more detail, this wouldn't have...
“Why? I would do the same thing!” I stare blankly back to him. “Say, I was in
your shoes and Teshima-san was Danchiku for instance. My best friend hiding a
secret from me, to only find out not by his word, but discovering it all
stashed away in a discrete location. Man, that would hurt. I'd be pissed!
Especially if I was dating him! Isn't there an unspoken rule saying you
shouldn’t lie to the ones you love?” Never heard you speak like this,
Kaburagi...
“Don't you think it was a bit extreme though?”
“Probably, but they also mentioned how much you had to drink. Alcohol can
change someone, for the better or worse. Seems that 'fiery spirit' Teshima-san
claims you have -really- stands out when you're like this! Those bottled up
feelings on the inside come out without thought. Teshima-san understands that
too. He's actually glad you did that.” My eyes round out. He is...? “He said...
you keep a lot of emotions inside you. Never let 'em out. To see you express
yourself made him smile. Hell, he smiled the whole time, despite the situation.
He truly understands you, Aoyagi-san. Even when under the sway of booze. That
means he... really loves you.”
Junta...
The story causes even more held back tears to roll down my swollen cheeks, hand
clenched firmly on the plastic bottle. He only hit me as a last resort to snap
some sense into me. He panicked as much as I did, thoughts jumbled into a
tangled mess. It did bring some clarity. If it didn't happen, I don't want to
imagine what I would have said or done to the person I truly love. “He did tell
me to ask you something though...”
“... and that is?”
“Even with knowing he's doing something – well – disgusting and frowned upon by
peers, do you still love him?”
“Of course!” My voice snaps to the conclusion without contemplating the
question. There's no point. “I'll love Junta no matter what...” This is the
truth.
“Darn! Thought this may sway your thoughts and maybe you'll go after me
instead!” There's a hint of the statement being a joke, but there's also a
shared portion of being honest. You idiot...
“Still have that crush, huh?” I chuckle to maybe lighten the mood.
“Duuuuh. Realized something once talking with my parents and Doubashi, yeah. He
was right when I confessed my feeling in that hospital. I love him.” He pauses
to give a brief sigh, a loving smile over his lips. “But I love you more than
Doubashi. Think I'm just a confused teenager!” He lets out a hearty, but
awkward chuckle. “Promised you and Teshima-san I'll keep those feelings away
anyhow. I mean, come on, he understands you even when alcohol is involved.”
“You did too.”
“Y-yeah... I guess so. Unlike you though, I'd still be pissed if my partner did
something like that. Unforgettable...”
“Says the one that's dating someone who forced their first sexual encounter...”
“H-hey! S-s-shut up!” Got you there, you idiot. Regardless, I can't help but
smile. Kaburagi always brings this warm feeling. Maybe it's that's 'fiery
spirit' we both share or maybe it's just being friends. We clash, but in that
good way. It's like how Imaizumi and Naruko connect. It's something special. I
know I shouldn't press his feeling further, yet he deserves a reward for
bringing me back to my senses and having the courage to face me. For all he
knew, I could have struck out. Shit, it's probably just the alcohol talking,
but I don't care right now. I'm doing this.
Scooting a bit closer, I reach out with my free hand and lightly touch at his
jawline; drawing his full attention. My hand makes vague gestures for his head
to turn with light taps of the fingers, him complying and facing me. Before I
start regretting this by thinking it over to much, my lips just slam against
his in an instant. With gaze half lidded, I catch his eyes being as wide as
dinner plates. It's like I never kissed him like this before.
Wait...
“With any luck… he won’t remember it,” Junta's voice echos in my head from the
time at the Sprinter's Dash.
He... doesn't remember our first fully fledged kiss. Soon enough, his eyes fall
closed to fully indulge in, maybe, the only time he'll receive one. This is my
thank you. Surprisingly enough, he pulls away – only a few seconds passing.
“Y-you're... still drunk Aoyagi-san. I wouldn't want t-to take advantage of you
like this. I appreciate it though...” His fingers trail over his lower lip with
a coy expression, cheeks reddened. He held back, even with my addled state of
mind. All reality, if I was at the same level of drunk even I encountered
Junta, I believe I would do more than just a kiss. As much as I get enraged
easily, there's also affection. Really, my thoughts are telling me to go
further and give him what he desires, but I can't. I have no sexual feeling
towards him. I really wish I could say thank you in more than just words and a
simple kiss. Although, pretty sure you're find with just those.
“And I appreciate you.”
“... what did I do? I-I just talked!” My smile grows after taking a drink from
the Orange Beena. Damn, this is sugary.
“Not just that. I appreciate you being my friend.”
***** Oh yeah, it got sappy... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Back to Teshima~ less bad stuff, I swear. There's some OC stuff in
     this one, so sorry if you're not interested in him. I felt like
     writing a cheesy story. >_> I mean, besides T2 stuff. Bit rushed due
     to timeframe today.))
Of all days, it had to be during the party.
Frankly, the encounter could have been far worse than expected. Perhaps I went
too far by striking him, but if I didn't, the situation may have turned more
violent. I'm not one for confrontations, so just trying to ignore it for the
time being and saved until we're sober was my best option. But was clearly the
opposite for Aoyagi. I've never seen him so hostile... is he really against
smoking that much? Was is just the alcohol making him act that way?
No, that's not it.
It's because I kept something from him. Every piece of me regrets holding the
secret and I'm surprised that he didn't catch on until now. Shouldn’t be happy
about that either. Not going to take this situation as an opportunity hide more
from him. If anything, I want to be more honest from now on. He must hate me...
I cup my hands onto my face to catch the fallen tears while still sitting on
the front porch, my friends doing the favor of letting me have alone time after
admitting my wrong doings. They must think I'm a bastard as well. Why... why
didn't I just say something right away? My head snaps up when I hear the sound
of the front door opening. The thought of it may being Ashikiba turns when
instead the thick figure of my neighbor comes into view.
“Just seeing if you're alright...” K says in a mild tone, “Your friends wanted
to ask if we should leave. Can't blame 'em, something pretty bad did happen.
Feel kinda guilty for still hanging around.”
“It's probably for the best if you guys did... but just wait until Aoyagi
returns so he can give his goodbyes. Have a feeling he'd like that...” I offer
a weak smile, my tears still coming. He nods in return and is about to step
back inside, but I speak again to stop the action. “H-Hey... you mind...
waiting for him with me?” I feel so isolated out here, as much as I hate to
admit. Being this defeated, I need someone to keep me company before I snap.
“Wouldn't you rather have one of your closer friends out here?”
“No, I don't want them to see me like this...” I confess with a shake of the
head, “It's bad enough they know my disgusting habit, rather not let them see
me like this.” Sure, they've all seen me cry before, but not with this much
despair. I know I'm weak, but I've never felt this hopeless and pained before
in my life. To someone I respect and love with all my heart, I hurt. Hurt
enough to make him run away... not want to see me. Recollecting these thoughts
makes my sobs louder than before, hands again covering my stinging face. The
sound of the door shutting is heard, following by the thump of K slumping to
the ground next to me.
“I get it, don't worry Junta-bug. I don't like it when Princess sees me cry. I
love that man like a brother and showing my softer side...” I peer between my
fingers to see him take a long sip from a beer can. He looks straight back.
“It's embarrassing.” Can't think of a single thing that would make a bold man
like this shed tears, but I don't his personal life. Rather not ask questions
about it either. “Also, this would be a -really- bad time to say I want a
cigarette.” He says it a joking tone in attempting to lighten the situation.
Make jokes about the things that hurt you, right?
“I-It's fine...” I mumble still in half sobs, “You smoking d-doesn't offend
me... in any way. I just have one request.” I straighten my posture, wipe the
wetness from my face and attempt to compose myself. “You can smoke if you give
me the rest of your drink.”
“Bargaining, I see!” he chuckles, “You should be taking business courses,
because that sounds like the perfect trade to me!” His response makes a smile
instantly appear on my face. He's the type you do want a party, just because of
that charismatic charm. Can even make me, who's on the edge of breaking down, a
little happier. “But, Junta-bug... you shouldn't drown your sorrows in booze.”
Regardless of the warning, he pushes it closer. “I'll give you a free pass.
Just this once.” Hesitantly, I retrieve it and take a small sip. The taste
makes me recoil, the beer having a heavy, disgusting after taste. How can
people drink this everyday?
“Don't think I will... this stuff tastes like crap,” I chuckles weakly.
“There's other alcohols to get addicted to. Whiskey, vodka, wine. Pick your
poison.” He removes the pack of cigarettes and lighter from the front pocket of
the plaid patterned jacket. “You know, I used to be addicted to the stuff in my
younger years. You're probably not interested in emotional stories right now
anyway, so I'll keep it to myself.” He removes one and taps it against the pack
before lighting it up, the smell alone making the trigger for myself to enjoy
one. Not now...
“... if you want to talk about it, I'll listen.”
“Not really, but it may be a good lesson to learn from your senpai here. I'll
keep it short.” Nonchalantly, he places the pack and lighter next to me,
indicating indirectly it's fine if I take one of his. I pick this up in an
instant. He tried to play it cool, but the given second glance to me with one
brow raised gave it away. I can read people too well, K. You'll learn that
eventually. “Back in Highschool, I had a girl I really liked. Not liked...
loved. I dedicated my life to her. Quit my part-time job, skipped cycling
practice and even classes just to spend time with her. My grades suffered,
friends and family ignored me, everything was going downhill. Except, I was
happy. I had her and that's all that mattered in my world.” He breaks to take a
drag, expression taking a serious change. Once composed and strong demeanor
falls to distress. Brows furrow and cheery smile go completely flat. “Then... I
heard she was cheating on me. Saw pictures of her kissing some other guy to
back this up. I broke down... and couldn't comprehend such a thought. I
isolated myself from her and everyone else, even Princess - who was my best
friend. Drinking became my only comfort and I dropped out of school. But...”
“But...?” I say to keep the conversation going. He doesn't exactly look or
sound uncomfortable, so I fell no reason not to press further.
“I was an idiot... Because I didn't talk to her about the whole thing for
months, almost a year actually, I learned later it was all a lie. She was the
one to make that picture, with some photo editing program shit, to see how I'd
react. It was all a stunt to see if I'd stay faithful even I knew she cheated
on me. Her friends admitted it as well, they helped the whole thing happen.” My
eyes round out.
“Talk about taking it to the extreme... I'm guessing you never forgave her?” He
takes another drag and I another gulp of the beer, even if it does taste like
garbage.
“No, I did. Instantly. Even if it was true, I'd still love her if she really
did regret it.”
“Then... why aren't you with her now? You said you didn't have someone, so I
assume you're not dating.” His smile returns as the smoke rolls from his
nostrils.
“This is good part of the story. She went back to America to be with her
family. You see, she was a transfer student during these years to study
Japanese culture and Highschool eventually ended. Decided it would be best
course to take her College years back home, as much as it hurt to leave me.
I've always had the dream of becoming an actor, but because of her, my goal is
America. She doesn't know I'm coming someday soon, all meant to be a surprise.
I want to see her again and... well...” His eyes haze over with a sniffle, the
emotions felt inside him speaking just by that. “I want to live the rest my
days with her. Pretty fucking sappy, huh?” He shrugs a shoulder with a chuckle,
tears held back. I'm impressed, K, you made my heart flutter.
“No, no... I feel- I feel the exact same way about Aoyagi. I'm just as love
struck as you.” I clutch the beer can tight when the thoughts of him return.
Shit... will he ever forgive me?
“Great feeling, huh? More importantly, you get the lesson, right?” Fortunately,
I'm not Kaburagi. The lecture did it's job, the main point he was trying to
make sticking out like a sore thumb. Even so, it's an obvious lesson I've
learned years ago.
“I got it, don't worry... I'll be sure to do so once-”
“Teshima-san! We're back!” Looking back over to the road, I spot Kaburagi and
Aoyagi still some distance away, a hand extended upwards to wave out. Hajime...
you came back.
“It's late, keep your voice now!” shouts K, even louder than Kaburagi before.
“SORRY!” Damn it you two. Standing to my feet, I watch them draw closer.
Kaburagi is leading with Aoyagi close behind, their hands held together like
mother and child. Normally it's the opposite, so that alone makes me smile. For
once, Kaburagi is the parent figure. Once their faces come into view, Aoyagi
is... smiling. Wide too. His expression matches one of seeing a friend that
he's been separated from for many years. That pure, open relief and happiness
of seeing someone you love. What did Kaburagi say to make him smile so warmly?
To my surprise, he's the one to suddenly detach and head a different direction.
He bends over to pick something off the ground before sprinting to me. Kaburagi
bolts behind him as well with a laugh, each having their own spring in their
step. The conversation they had must have been something special. Aoyagi stops
dead in his tracks when reaching the small set of stairs, blue eyes up at me.
He holds out his hands, presenting the dropped cigarettes and lighter. I look
to them, then back up to his face in silence. I don't understand...
“Junta, you dropped something...” he chuckles lightly, smile far brighter than
I first thought. He... he's giving them back? For some sort of answer, I look
to Kaburagi who's close at his side. He displays a standard, cheesy thumbs up
with a goofy grin; indicating things went rather smoothly. Seeing this, I
descend the stairs and approach Aoyagi head on. Those are the last thing on my
mind right now. Steeping forward, my arms extend to embrace him into a tight
hug; his arms falling and the items scattering back to the ground. I squeeze
him as close as possible against my chest, tears again rolling down my cheeks.
“Hajime... I was so worried... I-I'm so... s-sor-” I'm unable to keep my words
coherent, the overwhelming feelings of having him back taking over. My heart
felts like it's going to burst and face burns from the mixture of tears and
cold bite in the air, but those are just minor things right now. All pain
washes away when he hugs me back, arms gingerly around my waist.
“Junta...” he says warmly when nuzzling his nose against the crook of my neck,
his skin ice cold. I'm so glad you were actually at the secret spot... My
fingers curl into his sweater, not wanting to let go. To think, you may have
gotten lost in these unfamiliar woods. Alone, scared, hurt... I'm so relieved.
“Should give them some alone time, hrm?” I hear Kaburagi say.
“Yeeeeeah~,” K answers, “They got some stuff to talk about! Although, we should
pack things up in the meantime. Party is-”
“Still happening.” Aoyagi props his head up on my shoulder to stare in their
direction. What? He still wants to continue this, even after what happened? “If
it's ok with Junta, that is.” He loosens the hug to stare back at me, eyes
doing the rest of the talking.
“... are you sure? You sure you're ok and up for this? Even after...” He nods
before I could finish. “Hajime...”
“You're having silent conversations again! Fill us in!” yells Kaburagi, who is
now up on the porch with our neighbor. Aoyagi again rests his chin on my
shoulder to answer, myself looking to them as well.
“I still want to have fun with my friends and relax. All I ask is to have some
alone time with Junta, then we'll come back inside.”
“Makes sense, I guess,” says K with a shrug.
“Oh! Hey, it gives us time to set my house warming gift! Come on neighbor guy!”
The energetic redhead snatches K's wrist and pulls him towards the door, the
remaining cigarette of his tumbling to the wooden deck.
“W-what the hell! The fuck is up with your friends?!” K shouts once inside,
making Aoyagi and I break out in a chuckle. Oh, there's -many- things wrong
with them, especially that one. Once silence is the only thing that accompanies
us, there's a pause when our eyes again lock. His are just as bad, blood shot
from the amount we've cried.
“We're... we're really emotional, aren't we?” I mumble to start up
conversation, “Not exactly a manly trait. It's alright though. I mean, I'm-”
“Don't say it,” he interrupts. A hand reaches up to brush away the recently
fallen tears from a cheek. “You're not weak, Junta. I am.” Now I know the
feeling he gets when I say it... makes you sound so worthless.
“No, no... please...” I extend mine up to brush my fingers against his
knuckles. “You're not either. I think... we're just pathetic!” There's a pause
to just enjoy get others' company, hand lovingly cupping my face with fingers
entwined with his. There's the feeling of solace again, complete comfort and
relaxation just being in his presence. “I'm... so stupid for keeping that away
from you. And for attempting to ignore it. I didn't know what to say... or
think. I just wanted to get away from it. You have no idea how sorry I am.” The
aching returns to my chest.
“Can say the same to you... is your arm ok?” The hand moves to brush over the
area he gripped before, the cold and alcohol beings factors in numbing the
pain. While he was away, there was a brief examination of the area. From the
amount of force given, and the one twist given when he pulled away, the skin is
bruised something fierce. It's not like he broke the bone or anything too
severe, so I just shrug if off.
“It's fine enough. I deserved it anyway...”
“You don't deserve pain, Junta...” There's a lean in to place a kiss to the
forearm, more tears dancing on his eyelashes. “I think we're not pathetic...
just idiots.”
“Maybe you're right... at least we're not at Kaburagi's level!”
“Hey, I heard that! Oops- shit!” Once looking towards the dorm, the spiky hair
of the first-year stands above the fence that covers the side porch where the
outdoor hot tub is located. “Pretend I'm not here Continue!”
“Like I'm going to ignore that!” shouts my partner, clearly surprised and
embarrassed from the eavesdropping. Don't get me wrong, I feel just as
violated. Trying to have a serious conversation here...
“S-sorry, Aoyagi-san! Just happens I'm working over here to get your
housewarming gift ready to surprise you!” Moron. “… SHIT! Ignore that too!”
After rolling his eyes, Aoyagi withdraws to stomp off back in the direction of
the dorm. At first, I genuinely think he's angered and may start a fight, but I
know he wouldn't start something that serious with him. He's probably just
trying to make a point by confronting him face-to-face in a more playful way.
Still, I follow close behind.
“There they are!” shouts Naruko immediately after getting inside, “You sure
it's cool we stay here?”
“Yeah, just- w-wait, Hajime!” He turned and headed straight to the glass door
that leads to the area without a delay in step. Looking over, it's already wide
open. Determined, that's for sure.
“Nooo, Aoyagi-saaaaaan!” The pained whine of Kaburagi echoes through and around
the house, making the majority of our company bust out in laughter. Even they
know he's just joking around. Stepping over, I spot his ear being vigorously
tugged down by the now stone-faced Aoyagi. “Owowowow!”
“You shouldn't eavesdrop.”
“I-I said sorry!” Letting out a chuckle of my own, I scan the area to see the
said 'surprise' being put together. A large, plain cardboard box is emptied,
the contents spilled across the wood. Judging by the items still packed up in
plastic, it looks to be some type of furniture. Cushions, metal frame, things
of that sort. Looking further, K stands in the corner of semi-enclosed porch
with arms folded over his chest.
“He insisted on building it out here. Think it's only because he wanted to
listen in,” he laughs.
“That's not true!” Kaburagi retorts after Aoyagi lets him free, “It's for the
porch here! I noticed there was a lack of stuff out here, so I decided to get
one of those swing chairs that attaches to the roof. You know... those romantic
loveseat thingies!”
“... did you really expect to get this set up in the middle of the night with
only a dim light to guide you and us -not- to notice? Especially with all the
noise you'd be making?” I respond blankly.
“U-uh... well- yeah...? Maybe?” Again, got you there, idiot. Could have also
out it together -before- coming here as well.
“Jun-chan!” Turning around, Ashikiba stands at the doorframe. “There's
something you should see. You too, Aoyagi!” By his tone, it's nothing serious,
more excited than anything. We both give a nod and follow him back inside, the
rest of the group standing in one location. They part to make room for us to
see what has obviously gotten their attention. It's Aoyagi's easel, the piece
he was working on covered with a cloth veil. It's his typical setup after the
paint dries, so I don't see what's so special about it. That is, until I spot a
detail that wasn't there before. One of the wooden legs is patched up with duct
tape, indicating it was broken. Did hear a crash when Aoyagi rushed in earlier,
but I didn't know exactly what it was. I haven't been back inside until now.
“S-Sorry we couldn't fix it perfectly...” Onoda stammers, “I-I-I-I'm sorry for
going through your things, but I wanted to fix it for you guys!” So it was his
idea.
“That's very sweet of you,” I say with a warm smile.
“Thank you,” follows Aoyagi with the same expression.
“We tried not to look at the painting, but it was already uncovered when it
fell,” Kinjou comments, “You're very talented, Aoyagi.” A bit of color rises to
his cheeks. He nods slowly, but I can tell me wants to express his thanks
further.
“Thankfully it wasn't broken as well,” adds in Imaizumi.
“I planned to show it off today anyway... can still show Junta.” He did?
Believed it needed time. Wait... he did stay up extra late for a few days this
week. Overworked yourself just to surprise me? Still the same Hajime. He didn't
show the rough draft, works in process or even tell me the concept idea. I'm
still in the dark, seeing as I never took a sneak peek at it either. Keeping
privacy, you know? He steps forward to uncover it proudly, his eyes locked on
me. Mine light up when I see it's full glory. Every inch the canvas is filled
with bright, warm colors, the background being a stunning sunset. The fluffy
clouds look realistic, like I can reach out and touch them. The true beauty of
the piece shows near the bottom of the frame. The Sohoku members from the
latest Inter-High are shown with backs to the viewers, the number tags clearly
shown on the back of each jersey. Each members holds a different stance that
plays well to their character, could point them out even if their hairstyles
weren't seen clearly. There's one detail that stands above them all. Aoyagi and
I are side-by-side with fingers entwined, causally holding his hand while we
all watch the display together. My heart flutters and tears find their way back
into my eyes. I'm more overjoyed then I should be. Everyone looks to me with
concern.
“I-I'm sorry... it's just...” my voice chokes, “It's just really beautiful...”
“Aww, Perm-senpai is getting all emotional!” says Naruko with a elbow jutting
at my side in a playful way. I'm not the only one getting emotional, Aoyagi
started to cry as well. Oh boy, we really are pathetic.
“T-thank you... I'm glad you like it!” This would be the queue to give a hug,
but I can't bring myself to do it right now. I'm embarrassed enough already.
“Hey now, you know what they say...” K says somewhere in the background. “When
a man is in love, get him a beer!” The group erupts with laughter.
“He's right.” Aoyagi steps forward and takes a hand in his own, that loving
smile back on his reddened face. “We can still have fun together, right Junta?”
“Of course! Come on guys, let's enjoy the night!”
You know that lesson you were trying to get across, K?
You know, talk things over with your partner when times are rough? Don't ignore
it and work it out together before both start regretting the actions?
Yeah...
Both of us understand it has to be talked about with more detail, but it can
wait.
There's some celebrating to do!
***** Oh yeah, I'm making this stupid... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Surprised I've been able to keep this going... let's see how much
     longer. The boys are feeling a little ill after drinking... Some
     gross stuff happens in the beginning, just a warning. Then it gets...
     *sigh* What am I writing? A silly/pointless fanfic, that's right. ))
Oh god... is that the sun?
… was it always this bright?
My eyes are nearly blinded from the morning sunlight coming it from the cracked
window when awakening, every bone and muscle feeling stiff like I didn't sleep
a wink. Wiping the crust from my eyelashes, I sit up to stretch out my back.
Bad idea. My vision suddenly spins and twists in different directions and the
true pain of my body truly sets in. My head... my fucking head! My eyes slam
shut when gripping the side of it, teeth clenched from the rush. Unable to sit
up any longer, I plop back to the pillow to bring some relief. The spinning
subsides, but the pounding only becomes worse. Shit... is this what a hangover
feels like? It's akin to being in hell! Have a feeling if I attempted to move
now, I'd be on the floor in shooting pain. Doesn't help that... I barely
remember what happened last night. I know we started drinking pretty heavily
after Aoyagi showed me the painting, but everything after that is a complete
blur. I can't even remember getting into bed...
Wonder how Aoyagi is handling this? Curiously, I peer over to his spot. Due to
the thumping in my head, I couldn't focus on the snoring happening only a foot
away from me. Instead of the beautiful face of my partner, an unexpected person
greets me. With mouth wide open and on his back, Kaburagi is sound asleep. Why
is he in our bed? Pretty sure he could have just passed out on the couch.
Wait... oh god... please don't tell me!! Now scared of what actions may have
happened, I pull the blanket off and toss it to the floor. He's wearing... a
pair of Aoyagi's sleeping pants? Guess he let him borrow a pair so he'd be
comfortable... not naked at least. Myself, on the other hand, is just in a pair
of boxers. I actually slept like -this- with a guest? -And- with him in our
bed?! The embarrassment strikes. … what did we do last night? More importantly,
where's Aoyagi? All of us could fit comfortably on here, but he's already gone.
Maybe he passed out the couch before Kaburagi could? Don't think I could move
much due to the hangover, so I'll just stick over the bedroom and get an answer
eventually.
Quickly, I stand to cover the sunlight with the curtain overhead and drop back
to the bed before my vision goes crazy again. The movements makes Kaburagi stir
and awaken himself, eyes bloodshot and lips dried. He's probably just as bad as
me.
“... f- fu...” he begins weakly, “Oh... f-fuck...” He suddenly sits up and
covers his mouth, eyes snapped open in surprise. At first, I thought he was
shocked with being in our bed, but that thought changed instantly. His abdomen
flexes and twitches as he gags, trying hold back the coming vomit. Shit!! In
panic, I jump off the bed and toss away the blanket and clothing covered the
bedside trashcan. Thankfully, it's still empty. Leaping back into the bed, not
what you call 'gracefully', I shove it into his lap. The pain from moving so
suddenly was worth it seeing as he immediately hangs his head down to expel
into it. The smell makes me cover my mouth and nose, the pure stench of old
alcohol and digested sweets invading my nostrils. Not to mention the noises of
the action... acid rises in my throat and my stomach clenches. My eyes shoot
open from the feeling.
No... no...!!
Nearly tripping across the miscellaneous items scattered on the floor, I pull
the door open and sprint the short distance to the bathroom once seeing the
door open. If that was closed, I'd be heading for the kitchen sink. Falling to
my knees, the vomit comes instantly. Vile, putrid fluid drains from my abused
stomach, the majority being the acidic alcohol consumed in ungodly amounts last
night. The hollowness of hunger truly sets in when the first round ends. I must
have not eaten much... would make sense why I feel this nauseous. I'd still be
'hugging the porcelain god' if Kaburagi didn't trigger it beforehand. This is
the worse feeling anyone can experience... between the disgusting taste, head
ringing and eyes unfocused... My throat gags. No... not again, please...
“Junta!” The sound of Aoyagi's frantic footsteps are heard behind me and stop
by the door frame.
“Please... I don't want you to see-” My sentence cuts when another wave of the
liquid comes forth. My noises echo off the tile walls to add more discomfort to
the already disgusting act. Luckily, this feels like the last of it once it
wraps up. Wiping away my mouth with a forearm, I fall back to rest my back
against the coldness of the tub; eyes spinning when looking over towards the
door. Aoyagi is gone, but I hear the sound of something being moved in the
kitchen. Think this experience will stop me from drinking all together...
A minute or two pass and my stomach begins to finally calm, queasiness
subsiding. Aoyagi then steps in holding a glass of bubbling water and a small
tray of something. He sets the items close by before reaching over and giving
the toilet a flush. Guess I could have done that beforehand. Looking down, I
spot the plate has a few slices of freshly cooked bacon. My nose was too busy
trying to evade the stench of vomit to pick up such a delicious smell. I pick
up the glass first to examine it.
“This is... dissolving aspirin tablets? Thought we didn't have any of these?” I
question. Did he wake up early to head to the nurses office for these? He looks
over to me with a gentle smile and stuffs a hand into a pocket. Out comes a
small slip of paper folded in half. He hands it off. It reads:
“Sup neighbors!
Had a blast last night, but judging how things were going, the hangovers you
guys are going to have are going to be something nasty! That's why your good
neighbor K got these for you. Take those tablets right away to help with the
headache, that's going to the worse thing. Food wise, stick to foods high in
protein like meats and eggs. Nothing too fancy though! Know you got some
protein shakes in there, those work too if you can't keep solids down. Pretty
sure you can learn this shit on internet, but eh, I like helping! Feel better
man.
K~”
“He left them on the porch,” my partner comments when taking a seat just
outside the bathroom.
“He's like our babysitter...” I let out a weak chuckle before chugging down the
fizzy liquid. Just the first drop of water on tongue brings instant relief to
my dry mouth. “Thanks for bringing these to me... you doing alright?” I place
the glass aside to cradle the warm plate on my lap and begin munching down the
breakfast. He simply nods. Once getting a closer look, he looks completely
fine. No red in his eyes, no strange posture from aching muscles and looks wide
awake like he didn't drip a drop of alcohol. “Tch, lucky... what's your
secret?”
“Water. Drank lots before bed.” Why didn't I think of that? Hangovers are
caused from dehydration of course. Oh wait, was probably far too drunk to think
logically.
“Geez... oh- Kaburagi is awake too. He's just in much of bad shape as me.” His
eyes widen and he stands immediately to return to the kitchen. Worried about
him too? Seeing as my stomach - for now - has stopped being nauseous, I take
the risk by following. Kinda strange to eat in the bathroom anyway. Each step I
take feels off, body off just like my vision. I mange to find my way to the
couch and flop against it with a long sigh. Everything still looks to be in
order, if a little messy. The coffee table to covered in the dishes our guests,
but I see no stains and anything broken. Guess it didn't get too rowdy, to my
relief. Aoyagi did the favor of covering the tall windows and glass door with
their curtains to block out the sunlight. He's too sweet. While getting the
rest of the food down, Aoyagi gets together another portion of bacon and
aspirin for our guest. Although, he doesn't bring them to him. He goes into the
bedroom empty handed.
“Ahhhh! No, I'm comfortable here! I don't want to leave the bed!” shouts
Kaburagi within a few seconds. Aoyagi returns back to the main room with him
carried in his arms bridal style. “Ugggh, you might make me puke again... put
me down!” He does so by gently placing him next to me on the couch. Hungover
and still has energy... I envy this. All I want to do is go back to sleep.
“Why'd you drag me out here?!”
“No eating in bed,” he responds and turns to retrieve his breakfast.
“He's right, wouldn’t want bacon grease on the new sheets,” I chuckle, “Morning
by the way...”
“Yeah, morning...” He scratches the back of his head, messing up his hair more
than it already is. “Last night was pretty crazy, huh?”
“I'd say so, but I don't remember a damn thing after Aoyagi came back. Do you?”
I place the empty plate to the crowed table with a brow perked at him. He
shrugs a shoulder.
“Uh- well, no. It's all black for me too... know it involved -lots- of Orange
Beena mixers and dancing. That's all I got.” Aoyagi returns and places the
items to the table. He then sits on the shorter end of the L-shaped furniture
with arms folded over his chest.
“Eat,” he demands.
“I'm not five, ya know...” he grumbles when taking them onto his lap,
“Thanks... do you remember what happened, Aoyagi-san?” We both look to him to
see if he can solve this mystery. We did have Kinjou around, so if things did I
wrong turn and something was wrecked, he may have cleaned it up for us. Even if
nothing bad happened, I'm still curious. He nods.
“I do.”
“Weeeeell, spit it out!” Kaburagi says with mouth stuffed.
“Chew, you idiot. And don't talk with your mouth full,” Aoyagi responds with a
smirk, “Nothing major. Was very fun actually.” That doesn't answer anything,
but if it was fun, it shouldn't matter. “The second-years got along with K well
and they mostly talked the night away. Should have gotten Junta on film singing
karaoke while completely smashed though.”
“... I'm glad you didn't,” I chuckle dryly. That would have been a sight.
“I looked through your phone, Kaburagi. Sorry, but I wanted to see all the
pictures you were taking.”
“I was taking pictures?” Aoyagi points to the orange colored cellphone on the
coffee table. After taking the last strip into his mouth, he reaches out and
grabs it. I scoot in close to watch him flip through a few menus and pull up
the recent pictures folder. “Over fifty of them?!” He's right. Sixty three
images are stored just from last night.
“And I deleted the random ones of walls and too blurry to see. There was around
one hundred and thirty before that.”
“Guess I like my phone when drunk... hopefully didn't send any drunken texts to
Doubashi. That can wait though. First...” He beings flipping through the
images, the beginning few well taken. They're mostly composed of face shots of
him with the other team members, innocent and cute enough. As they flip by,
they start to become more off center, random and silly. People pouring drinks,
Naruko's face covered in cupcake frosting with Imaizumi laughing in the
background, the group dancing and singing together... like any other party,
just with booze involved. A smile curves over my face.
“These are nice... we really did have fun!”
“... keep going...” Aoyagi says with a sigh. Uh oh, I don't like that tone.
Sounds regretful. Did we actually do something horri- my thoughts stop when the
first 'odd' one pops up on the screen. It's me. Shirtless. In the bedroom.
Looking at the camera with a shy smile.
“Was I getting changed or something...? Were you stalking me, Kaburagi?”
“I-I-I don't know!” he stammers, just as confused. A few more shirtless
pictures pass by, some involving me and Aoyagi together. Then... my head turns
away and I instantly cover my eyes. Please tell me my eyes are playing tricks
on me.
Oh gods...
Up on the screen is a clear shot of Aoyagi and I completely naked atop the bed.
“WOAH!” Kaburagi nearly drops the phone out of his hands. “... how...? Why...”
“... keep going...” Aoyagi repeats in a more troubled voice. Curiosity gets the
better of me when I look back over to watch more pictures of us being intimate
fly by. It only gets worse... and worse... innocent kisses and cuddles turn
into full on intercourse. One shot actually made me let out a giggle though. A
closeup on Aoyagi, with a flushed face, trying to block the camera when I was
biting his neck. Kinda cute, but that doesn't change the fact that Kaburagi
watched us... have sex. To think it couldn't get worse, it does.
Kaburagi gets involved.
Warmth rises on my face. We... he... oh no...
Judging by how he's the one all over Aoyagi, I was the one manning the camera.
Kaburagi's jaw is dropped at this point, eyes as wide as they can go. I mirror
the expression as more intimate shots pass by, everything from then making out
to Kaburagi sucking him off. Then, they suddenly end and return to the
beginning of the folder. We both stare wide eyed to Aoyagi, who is just is red
on the cheeks on us. The nauseous feeling returns to my gut. I know we were
drunk, but Aoyagi has no strong feelings for Kaburagi in -that- way. Was it...
just the alcohol?
“... now... check your voice files...” he mumbles through his fingers when
covering his face. I fear for the worst now.
“We mean... there's more?!” In a panic, he closes off the folder and pulls up
the voice recordings. Thankfully, there's only one. “S-should... I really play
this?” He looks between to me and the screen, thumb shaking over it.
“I- … maybe it will answer how we got into that situation...?” It can't be just
the booze... right? With a dry gulp, he presses play.
---
“Ok... ok! H-hey!” Kaburagi's voice shouts close to the microphone. There's a
commotion happening in the background, including a muffled voice and rustling
of sheets. “Shut up!! I have it recording!”
“Allllllright~” my voice responds clearly with a snort, “Y-you better en- enjoy
what you-you're getting here.” It's difficult to understand between the noises
and how heavily I'm slurring. I cover my face in embarrassment. No...
“Yeah, yeeeeah! That's why I'm recording! That way I -really- remember wh- AH,
Aoyagi-san~!” There's a low moan and laugh from my partner - who's close by.
“Sorry... can't wait any longer~,” he purrs, sounding just as intoxicated. A
sharp hiss erupts from Kaburagi. “I want to do this for Junta~.”
“That's right....” I coo right back, “Really excitin' watchin' you fuck another
man, Hajime...”
---
The phone is then dropped and skitters across the wooden floor onto the carpet.
The case loosens from the blow and the battery pops out; ending whatever is
left of the recording.
Silence fills the room.
***** Oh yeah, the drama continues... *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife.
All of us are in complete silence, just the sound of birds chirping in the
distance filling the empty space. There's another gulp from Kaburagi when he
slumps into the couch, round eyes filled with fear. I look to Aoyagi, who feels
more anxious than he looks. Besides the warmth on his face, his expression is
completely blank. He's the first one to make a move. He leans forward to
retrieve the bubbling drink and pass it over to Kaburagi, urging for him to
drink by bumping it onto a shoulder. Kaburagi flinches and takes it with a
trembling hand; a silent nod given in thanks. Slowly, he sips off it with a
vacant stare directed forward. Rare occasion to see him in shock like this.
There's not much we could say about this situation. What could we say to
resolve this? Still... we can't ignore it either.
But… now I remember. Remember it far too clearly.
I was getting changed and ready for bed when Kaburagi stepped in. He was taking
pictures just to be an annoyance, but in my drunken state, I started posing and
got just as playful. Aoyagi eventually joined in for the fun as well, pretty
silly if you ask me. Things took a wild turn once the pants were removed...
Aoyagi accidentally pulled down his undergarments with them. At first, laughs
and smiles, but then... I started the whole thing. I pulled him in for a kiss
and then the stupid idea of having someone watch us would be exciting. The
alcohol isn't fully to blame for that either. I've always liked the thought and
wanted it to happen someday. Just a perverted fantasy, but I never thought it
would become a reality.
Aoyagi already knew this little secret beforehand and found it just as
thrilling, so we just... went for it. They don't call it 'liquid courage' for
nothing. Of course, Kaburagi didn't excuse himself and even asked if he could
snap some pictures to save the memory. Being drunk, we said it's fine without a
second thought. What morons we became... regardless, things got hot and heavy
quick. Kaburagi was sweet about the whole thing too, not trying to get involved
or pressure us into doing anything. Soon enough, my partner's perverted side
came around. Unlike my idea, the booze was doing all the talking here. Aoyagi
would -never- bring up the idea of having sex with Kaburagi when sober. Kisses,
sure. Cute and innocent. That though... doesn't help I got -far- too into the
ordeal once things picked up.
“It happened here...” I say my thoughts aloud and to finally break the ice.
Aoyagi follows the statement with a nod to confirm. Kaburagi remains in shock
for a handful of seconds before snapping back into reality.
“Huuuuuh? W-w-what do you mean?” He sets the now half empty glass of water to
the coffee table, eyes fixed on me.
“We... all of us, had sex here on the couch.” The redhead's jaw again drops. I
swallow the lump in my throat, heart pounding against my chest. Everything is
coming back to me. “Aoyagi made the suggestion because we didn't want the bed -
too- messed up. The pictures were just the beginning - in the bedroom. We had
another drink together and then... well, you made the recording and...” The
rest speaks for itself. He stares back at me completely dumbfounded until the
message gets through. Suddenly, he springs off the couch and jumps backwards
towards the kitchen, much like if a person stepped in something gross. The
movement throws him off balance, and with still being extremely hungover, he
falls to his back. He begins sobbing loudly when he hits the wooden floor, arms
limp at his side. Both me and Aoyagi spring up and rush over in attempts to
help, but he flails his legs around like a five year old throwing a temper
tantrum. Like we need this...
“No, no, nooooo!” he screams with a few hacking coughs following.
“Calm down!” Aoyagi shouts right back, “It's fine that it happened!”
“He's right! We were drunk!” He rolls off his back so his face is pressed into
the floor, muffling louder than before cries of anguish. To think he couldn't
get more childish... I know this situation isn't exactly what you call 'a good
one,' but I don't understand why he's so upset. Of course, I'm bit disgusted
with myself for thinking so irrationally, but mistakes are mistakes. I'm more
surprised Aoyagi isn't the one regretting. Can tell he thinks the same as me,
it was an accident and can be forgiven. There's bound to be some regret, but
that's a given. Still... why the hell is he crying this much over it?
“Kaburagi...” Aoyagi's voice falls to a hush as he gently rubs at our guest's
lower back, calming him slightly. He sniffles with a shake of the head. “...
it's ok.”
“Nooooooo, no it's not...” he mumbles against the floor boards, “I-I...
cheated...”
“Cheated... oh, you mean-”
“I cheated on Doubashi!!” His cries return to their ear piercing volume,
shoulders trembling and fingers curling into fists. Oh shit... I didn't think
about that. “My first relationship and I already fucked it up!” I rub circles
onto a temple to give some relief to the building pain in my head. Fuck...
“It's ok... please calm down. You're going to make yourself more sick.” He
looks up to me with a questionable look, mouth curved into a gentle smile. He
juts his head in the direction of the bathroom, then looks to our guest.
“Want me to... run him a bath?” He nods slowly.
“Sure it would help him... please?” I'll just be happy to get away from the
screaming... I nod back and saunter to the bathroom, each step careful to not
throw off my balance. The world is still swaying around me and one wrong move
can leave me just like Kaburagi. The cold and darkness of the room already
brings some relief when I sit to the edge of the tub and run the tap. I can't
believe we became that stupid... but now that I remember some of the events, I
easily went through a liter of spirits atop the few beers and Shochu earlier in
the night. Oh man... well, maybe this won't completely turn me away from
alcohol, just over drinking. A smile forms on my dry lips. At the age of
eighteen years old, I finally had a crazy party most teenagers bragged about. I
really did have a reserved Highschool life. Don't understand why they were
given high acclaim, the next day is complete hell. Between the hangover and
regrets, it's not worth it. I'd rather take a five hour bike ride up a slope
any day.
Once the tub is filled with steamy water, the tap is turned off and I return to
the living room. Kaburagi has calmed down significantly in the short time, but
he hasn't moved an inch. He's now curled up in the fetal position on the floor,
hands covering his face to muffle his sobs. Aoyagi continues to stroke over his
shoulder and back to ease some troubles. There's the parent figure showing
again.
“It's ready,” I say with a step forward, “A bath would sure feel great, hrm
Kaburagi?” I fall to my knees and give a gentle pat to his orange hair. No
reaction. “Come on... we'll sort this out once we all calm down. Let's worry
about your health first.” He peers between his fingers at the first, then sits
up to wipe away the wetness on his cheeks. To my surprise, he juts forward to
embrace me and burry his head onto my chest. What the...
“I-I'm so sorry... I didn't mea- mean for this to happen... please f-forgive
me...” His arms squeeze hard around my waist to further express the apologies.
He normally isn't like this, which is strange enough. He'd be the type to shrug
a hard situation off and attempt to fix it himself. He's so helpless... this
must have really struck a chord in him.
“Shhh...” I again stroke his head in a tender way, my smile never faltering.
“Save this for later. You need to feel better first, alright?” He nods against
my shirt and looks up, forcing a smile to his reddened face. “You need help
getting up?”
“N-no! I'm not a child, I can do this myself!” He snaps back to his old self
when springing to his feet, chest puffed out with confidence. That didn't take
long. “Don't know why yo-ou guys are so concerned! I feel great!” He chuckles
heartily when stomping off to the bathroom and slamming the door, but his
little show of strength fades when the sound of vomiting happens behind it.
That better have been in the toilet... With a sigh of relief, I return to my
feet and offer a hand down to my partner. “How about we finish breakfast in the
meantime?” He accepts the assistance with a loving smile. After getting him to
his feet as well, he squeezes my hand firmly – like he doesn't want to let go.
I perk a brow in question.
“I'm sorry too, Junta...” he states with a twinge of regret in his voice. His
blue eyes move to look to my right forearm, the bruise contrasting my tanned
skin. The purples and blue of it have deepened, area surrounding swollen and
painful to just a touch. He really is strong... Sure, it hurts like hell right
now, but I'm not worried. He doesn't have to bring that up now too. There's
already enough on our plates.
“Let's not make the situation more of a cluster fuck than it already is. That
can wait as well. Let's attempt to have a decent morning first, ok?” Again, I'm
just trying to avoid hardships, but I'm in no state to talk seriously. It feels
like a hammer is repeatedly slamming onto the side of my head and muscles are
aching as much when we injured them during the summer camp two years ago. I
just want to relax. Aoyagi picks up on this and nods briefly when releasing my
hand.
“Eggs...?” he asks innocently. I chuckle to this.
“That sounds great... but make sure you make enough for yourself.”
Thanks Hajime.
---
 
The break from drama was needed. We got to share breakfast while browsing
through stations on the TV, a typical morning for us. I mean, besides the pain
in every one of my bones. The aspirin started to kick in part way through,
soothing only a minor portion of my agony. Was still nice to wrap myself up in
a blanket with Aoyagi and just let time pass by without a single worry. Sadly,
we have to face reality when Kaburagi returns. He seats himself nearby as he
pats down his still soaked mess of hair with a towel.
“You... you still don't mind if I borrow your pants?”
“Wear them as long as you like,” my partner states flatly. He looks to me when
gripping the blanket, head slightly tipped to the side. What an odd question,
but sweet.
“Oh, yeah! That's fine.” He really is a father at certain points. The blanket
is slipped off us and tossed around Kaburagi shoulders, much to his surprise.
“It's chilly today.”
“H-huh...? Oh... thanks, Aoyagi-san...” He snuggles into the fleece with an
awkward chuckle. “Mind passing over my phone too? Want to see if I fucked up
with drunken texts too...” Aoyagi does so with a shake of the head.
“You didn't mess up alone you know.” There's on a smile on each their faces.
“You're right, maybe everything with Doubashi will go ok. I mean, he's probably
already had a few parties in his life...” There's hesitance in his voice, that
anxiety returning. He begins browsing through his phone, relief instantly
coming to his face within a few seconds. “I didn't send him anything! Or to
anyone for that matter. Guess I just like the camera function.” He bites down
on his lower lip when presenting the phone to us, gaze adverted. “But... I
can't keep what we did a secret. Could one of you... tell him for me? Or at
least strike up the conversation? I... can't do it. And I want to get this out
of the way as soon as possible. That way this regret can get off my chest...”
Can't blame him, I didn't want to face Aoyagi when he found out about my
smoking habit. Because of this, I'm the one to grab it.
“You can't hide behind your friends forever,” I sigh, “But just this once,
alright? I'll see if I can talk this over without too much violence.” He's
already set it to the call function over his number, so I just hit enter before
I take back my word. Pressing the phone to an ear, I calmly wait for the pick
up.
Three rings in.
Maybe it's too early for him? I'm about to hang up and attempt to try later
when a voice is heard.
“Hey, Orange~” the gruff voice sings out, “Could have just sent a text. Ya miss
my voice or something~?” He's in a cheery mood this morning. What a difference
when comparing to the current state of this household.
“Hey, Doubashi. This is Teshima, sorry to disappoint you.”
“Huh? Oh... then morning, ex-Captain on Sohoku.” He lets out a hearty chuckle.
“Last person I'd expect hearing from Orange's phone. What's up, is he alright?”
“Not exactly, he's feeling a little sick from last night's shenanigans.” I look
to Kaburagi to see him balled up inside the blanket with that shocked
expression again plastered on his face. His eyes are glued in my direction,
watching me every so closely. Creepy. “He wanted me to call you saying that he
had lots of fun last night and wished you could have joined the fun.”
“You guys had that party he kept hyping up, hrm? He gave you the present,
right? I helped picked that out!” he bellows proudly.
“It's very nice! Will look fantastic once we get it set up on the porch.” Never
expected this guy to have such a causal conversation... looks don't mean
everything I guess.
“Great! Would have come along, but Hakone was having their own get together
before the break's over. Pfft! You're the one who stole Ashikiba away! He was
supposed to come to mine, ya know!”
“Sorry I have friends from your school?” I chuckle, “But... eh, before I get
distracted...” My voice fades off, heart leaping into my throat. Can I really
say this...? The realization that I wasn't fully prepared to take on this task
sets in, my words not found. I rushed into this without thinking. This can be a
serious conversation with dire consequences if I don't say this correctly. I
need say this without sounding like I'm joking, but at the same time, stern and
to the point. My tone means everything here...
“... what? Sounds like you got something to say.” He sounds impatient now.
“Y-yeah! It's just... well, something happened last night...” I again hesitate,
Kaburagi's gaze felt burning on the side of my head. He's watching me... if I
mess this up... While trying to compose the announcement the perfect way, the
phone is suddenly snatched away.
 
There's no time to react.
 
“We slept with Kaburagi.”
 
…
 
How can you say that so openly, Hajime?! Kaburagi and my expression mirror the
ones from earlier, jaw hung and eyes snapped open. There's a pause in silence,
which felt close to an eternity. All of us are anticipating the reaction.
…
“What the fuck, Bambi-chan! You too, you permed-asshole!?” Doubashi's voice is
loud enough for Aoyagi to pull it back from his ear and for all of us to hear
clearly. “I'll fucking punch you for taking advantage of Orange! Where the fuck
do you bastards live?! I'm coming over to beat the-”
“D-Doubashi! Wait!” Kaburagi scrambles out from the comfort of the blanket to
steal the phone away and press it to his face. “It's not like that! I was part
of the whole thing too!”
“You better start fucking explaining, Orange! NOW!”
“I-I will... just...” He sighs heavily and stands to his feet. The gaze of pure
determination locks on us, him now the one with the weight on his shoulders.
“Let's talk about this in privacy, huh? Teshima-san? Aoyagi-san? Mind if I
borrow your room?”
“Go right ahead,” I respond immediately. Aoyagi follows with a nod. Without a
word, Kaburagi excuses himself and shuts the door behind him. I give Aoyagi a
judgmental stare.
“... you know, you could have said that a little less bluntly.”
“You couldn't do it, so I did.”
“I get that, it's just-! It's a tender subject...”
“Doubashi is blunt, so I figured I could be blunt right back. If you beat
around the bush with someone of his type, you'll only cause more confusion.
Either say it simply or don't, easy as that.” Whenever you speak Hajime, it's
always the brutal truth. I envy the ability to speak the truth without
hesitance or questions for your actions. So laid back, but serious at the same
time. Just another reason why I love you.
Following the outbursts is another moment of painful silence. You have no idea
how awful I'd feel if I ruined the bond Kaburagi and Doubashi share. It's not
exactly the most stable relationship, but I know they both care for one another
deeply; despite their past scuffs. They want to make it work and this
potentially threw everything out the window due to my stupid actions. Aoyagi
shares the blame as well, but -I'm- the one that started the whole thing. If I
wasn't so idiotic...
The door creaks open after nearly an hour passes, the quivering Kaburagi
sprinting out. He turns sharply to tackle Aoyagi on the couch; sobs again
nearly uncontrollable. His hands dig onto his sleeping shirt while crying out,
any words he's trying to say incoherent.
We... we really did mess up, huh?
Chapter End Notes
     (Smutty doodle here: http://vashiekk.tumblr.com/image/139835544751)
***** Oh yeah, things got "steamy..." *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Back to Aoyagi~ ah, I’m making this ridiculous. ))
I didn't mean for it to turn out this way...
My earlier thoughts when inside K's secret base came back when that situation
came up. Figured it could be a 'once in a lifetime' reward for being such a
good friend, which is an idiotic thing to think. What? Did I expect his crush
to go away if I slept with him just one time? Would it make our friendship
stronger? … no. What the bloody hell was I thinking?! Truthfully, I completely
forgot he was dating Doubashi. I never want to touch a drop of alcohol after
this. First hurting Junta and now him... I hug the sobbing Kaburagi as close to
my chest as possible while gritting my teeth, eyes hazing over with tears. That
burning rage mixed with unbearable regret swirls inside my mind, every ounce of
my being despising my actions. We could have just canceled the party and this
wouldn't have happened. But no... NO. I had to make up for injuring Junta by
spending some quality time with our friends and to just forget it ever
occurred. Unable to hold back, I left the wetness roll down my face. My heart
pounds against my ribcage when pressing my friend to me, embracing him in a
comforting and loving way. I didn't want to hurt him too...
“Hajime...” I hear Junta mumble before he scoots over next to us. He wraps an
arm over and pulls me in, letting my head rest against his shoulder. He gently
pats over Kaburagi's hair with the free hand and attempts to calm us with
hushing sounds. “Shh... shh... it's alright...” He offers a small kiss to the
top of my head, which only makes my tears flow harder. There's no way to turn
back time. I have to face this and makeup for my choices. For now though,
anguish overtakes me more than rage. Kaburagi's fingers curl into my shirt when
gasping out for air, bright eyes up at us. Don't look at me...
“I-It... it is alright, huh? Things are great!” What...? By his tone, it seems
this is happiness; not a guise to keep positive in a harsh situation. That weak
smile spreads from ear to ear. “You're crying too because you're happy f-for
me... right, Aoyagi-san?” Junta and I perk a brow, both of us completely
confused.
“What do y-you mean 'happy?' D-Didn't Doubashi break it off with you...?” Junta
stammers, him being on the verge of tears. What in god's name does he mean? He
shouldn't be joyful over this!
“No!!” Kaburagi releases me, springs back to his feet and proudly plants his
hands on his hips. “He didn't! He knows how parties are and how I feel about
you, Aoyagi-san. He said this is 'my own fuckup' in our relationship. See?! Now
I'm even with him!” My tears stop instantly. You're kidding me...
“... you're kidding me.” Again, Junta and I are thinking the same exact thing.
“Nope! We talked it over and well... he believes this makeups for all the shit
he did to me during the Sprinter's Dash. I'm so glad I have an understanding
boyfriend!” He bounces in place with a giddy chuckle, much like a schoolgirl
getting a letter from their crush. He'd never be like this in front of anyone
else. Glad he had open up to us so freely and without holding back.
“It's like you guys have a point system...” Junta sighs out when wiping the few
fallen tears on a cheek. “You know, could have told us that before coming in
here crying like a baby. Both of us thought for the worst, you know.”
“Sorry... I was just so happy, I couldn't help but cry. Being the man I am, I
held back these tears while on the phone! Pretty cool, huh?”
“But you cried in front of us...” I respond with a light chuckle. Didn't help
his sobs sounded far too much in pain than happiness. Almost gave me a heart
attack.
“Y-yeah, but you two are different! Remember? You guys truly opened my eyes and
changed me for the better. You're my best friends! Well, not as 'best friend'
as Danchiku, but you get the gist!” He lets out a hearty chuckle before the
hangover kicks back in, body tipping and face contorted in pain. He quickly
covers his mouth and rushes off to the bathroom, the vile sound of puking
echoing around us. It's -still- not out of his system? Once I think about it,
this was probably his first time drinking going by his age.
“Guess we'll have to watch over him until he recovers enough to return home.”
Junta rubs over my shoulder with a weak laugh, strained eyes down at me. “Don't
mind that, hm?” I shake my head to answer. Of course I don't.
He's my friend after all.
---
Once Kaburagi's stomach settled and he downed the remaining aspirin, it was
best for him and Junta to get some more sleep in. A nap could solve a handful
of the problems they're experiencing, especially with some good food and
medicine in their stomachs. Seeing as I'm still pretty awake due to a decent
night's sleep, they headed to the bedroom so I could have the rest of the home
to myself. This gave time to wash up the dishes littering the front room and
generally gets things fixed up. Not too difficult or time consuming, but the
true task stands in front of me when opening the refrigerator. Dozens of snack
food boxes donated by Tadokoro-san fill the majority of the space, still plenty
of leftovers from last night's shenanigans. We could never eat this much junk
food. Even if we each had a few cupcakes and cookies a day, there's still more
to be had. Not going to ruin my diet either. With a sigh, I pull out a few
boxes of the treats and set them on the counter; unsure what to do with them.
Could send a few home with Kaburagi, but there's far too much to give to him
alone. Don't want to waste it either, was a gift from Tadokoro-san after all.
Not to mention the liquor from Kanzaki-san. Opening the freezer, there's only a
few bottles of spirits left. Although, there's a pile of unopened beer cans
sitting nearby. Not like I want this laying around the house.
An idea comes to mind.
Our neighbors would surely appreciate these.
---
After packing a mixture of the items into a backpack, I head outside to take
the short walk to their dorm. Apparently it's the closest one to the west,
which is only a ten minute away. Despite of my water intake before bed, I'm
still hungover. The sun is shining high and bright this morning, which isn't
helping the eye strain and returning headache. Better to get this out of the
way before the food items become stale and generally unpleasant. The bite in
the autumn air is a huge relief though, the staleness of the home out of my
lungs. I should have opened a window before I left... the smell of sex, booze
and sweat isn't exactly comforting.
“Morning, Aoyagi! Doing well today?” The sound of K's voice booms around me,
but the sentences were said in English. All I caught is my name. Looking
towards the direction of the dorm, the tanned man stands on the porch with an
arm extended up in a wave. It's distinctly different from mine, wood warped and
paint chipped. More rustic and aged, that's for sure. “Translation! Morning
Aoyagi-kun! Doing well today?” Now he's just messing with me... luckily I'm
used to energetic, loud people. I give a short nod when in better view, a smile
on my lips. In his sleeping clothes and long hair in a tangled mess, he slowly
puffs on a cigarette with a beer can in hand. Nursing that hangover with more
booze?
“Good day, Hannamura-san.” I offer a short bow the head. “I come offering left
overs from last night's party.”
“Ohhhh? That's pretty sweet of you,” he snickers, “And no need for formalities!
K, man, call me K!” He gestures a hand in the 'come here' motion. “Come on in,
don't want you standing out there when giving out gifts!” Ascending the squeaky
set of stairs, I'm let in by the large man to see quite the display. My
thoughts of this home to be a dirty, disgusting mess quickly vanish when
scouting the front room. High end furniture and electronics fill the decorated
space, beautiful pieces of art and sculptures up on the walls. “Take a seat, my
home is your home.” He flicks the remaining cigarette outside and shuts the
door, a wide grin on his face. We both kick off our shoes and make our way to
the large sofa in front of the oversized television, it feeling expensive just
by how comfortable it is. Is he rich...?
“You have a very nice dorm,” I comment.
“Don't be fooled by all this. Princess set this place up, he's the one with a
wealthy family. Although, judging by the way you guys keep your place, you
don't want to see my room! Can't walk anywhere without stepping on something!”
I'm not surprised in the slightest. Not wanting the interaction to take longer
than it should, I remove the pack and begin pulling out each box of food and
weighty alcohol. Definitely got my exercise in today by towing this around.
“... getting right down to business. Alright. Have to remember, you're not one
for small talk.” He takes one of the containers and peer inside, eyes lighting
up. “Oh, these cupcakes! Oh man, Princess will -love- these! You got these
from... Tadokoro-san was it? Your trainer. You said he had a bakery?” I nod
simply. “Damn, remind me to visit next time I head to town. Thanks, Aoyagi-kun.
You didn't have to donate.”
“There's too much for just Junta and I...” He begins munching down one of the
sweets with a hum of approval.
“True, true,” he says with mouth still stuffed, “You two taking the hangover
well?”
“Junta is... not well, but he's getting better. I'm fine though, thanks for
asking.”
“Eh, just trying to make conversation. Want something to drink? Coffee? Water?”
He shakes the nearly empty beer can about. “Beer?”
“I'm fine... just wanted to drop these off.” The cherry wood coffee table
becomes filled with the items, a sigh of relief escaping my throat when tossing
the empty pack over a shoulder.
“Want to get back to your boyfriend, can't blame ya. Oh, but before you go.” He
stands with the box still in hand and another cupcake in mouth when entering
the kitchen. He returns with a slip of paper and passes it off to me. “Meant to
attached this to aspirin I left, but I forgot. Feel free to call or text us at
any time! Princess said it's fine to give out his number to your guys as well.”
Indeed, the numbers of our neighbors are scribbled down on the small parchment.
“Just don't be giving it out to everyone! Just you and Junta-bug, alright?”
“I understand, thank you again.”
“Not a problem, kid. Princess said he'd like to go to that fancy, frilly coffee
shop with you before the years begins too. Sent up a date with him, cool?” I
stuff it into a pocket and stand to my feet, again offering a bow in thanks.
Some say I'm far to formal, but it's not like I'm good with words. Before able
to exit and give my goodbyes, his voice picks up. “Hey... wait, just a second.”
I look over a shoulder. “Just want to say... you have a great man back at home.
Make sure you take care of him, alright? He's a keeper! Hell, if he was a
woman, I'd try to take him for myself!” He pops another treat into his mouth
and gives a thumbs up, chest puffed out in confidence. This guy...
“Thank you, I will.” I make my way back outside with a smile across my face.
I'm glad to call him and Shimizu our neighbors and new friends... we could have
gotten far worse.
---
Returning home, I take the free time to finish setting up Kaburagi's gift.
Pages beyond pages of instructions and tools needed, but being somewhat handy,
it isn't too difficult to get it together. Attaching it to the awning over the
outdoor deck though... that's a different story. Not having a ladder, I had to
climb the high fence and balance atop the thin wood to set the screws and hang
the chains. Was a gratifying feeling to see the ascetically pleasing furniture
in place, even if drenched in sweat and completely exhausted. It took around an
hour for the full process, so it still wasn't enough time to wake up the pair
from the nap. Seeing as the bathroom is free from the sickly crew, this is the
prime opportunity to relax in the bath.
Just sinking into the warm waters eases all my troubles. Having my thoughts
cleared, they go straight to the events of last night. How am I going to fix
hurting Junta like that...? I know he's the forgiving type, but that's not
enough. Not like I'm going to be on my knees showering him with flowers and
apologies... it has to be something that will ease the regret in -me-. Maybe
that's not the best thoughts to have right now... I still have no clue what to
do. Maybe it will just wash away and I can forget my wrong doings. Although,
when we slept with Kaburagi...
[“That's right... stick that ass up high for me. I want to see Hajime deep
inside you.”]
Junta is quite the dirty talker when under the influence of alcohol. Those
lines are embedded in my memory.
[“He's kinda loud though... let's fix this. How about it? Want my cock stuffed
down your throat too, Kaburagi? Bet it feels just as great as your ass.”]
I sink further into the water with a long breath, tension building in my lower
stomach. I shouldn't be thinking about this either... How his breaths came out
so ragged and pleased. I travel a hand up my inner thigh and towards my groin,
the evident stiffness in my grasp. Every noise that was recorded enters my
mind, from Kaburagi's mewls and Junta's cries of pure ecstasy. Why did we have
to be drunk for that...? Junta's gratification sealed the deal, just how much
he got into it and indulged every minute. The excitement... the dirtiness of it
all... oh god.
“Mmhhh...”
Shamelessly, my hand moves steadily over the flesh while moaning out. Junta
wasn't kidding when he called me a pervert, even if it was a joke. Hear I am,
somewhat regretting the drunken actions of the night before, but still touching
myself over them. Have to admit, the way Kaburagi's ass squeezed me with Junta
breathing heavily and length down his throat was the best sexual feelings I've
ever experienced. My head rests against the ceramic with eyes up at the
ceiling, compressing my moans so they won't wake the company. Having him
between us and squirming from our touches... Images flash through my mind as
the pleasure stacks, my climax soon to come. I just want to cry out... Maybe I
do have sexual feelings for Kaburagi. No... that's not it.
“Nggh....~ ahhh.” My voice echos off the tile walls.
I want Junta to feel that way again. Maybe next time, he'll be the one between
us...
… next time... oh please... someday... yes...!!
My back arches when my peek is reaches, the once clean waters dirtied by my
seed. My eyes roll back when submerging, bubbles rising to the surface when
exhaling through my nostrils. The pleasure is rode out with a few flicks of a
thumb over the slit, my fluids sinking over my hand to the bottom. Undignified
fulfillment... The heat from the water and off my skin are hard to take, the
small room steamy and feeling more stuffy than it should. Seeing as the bath
became null, I pull the drain and step out. After wrapping a towel at my waist,
I swing the door open to let the cooler air hit me. Even more relief...
Scanning the front room and kitchen, a person isn't found. Good, they're still
asleep. Wouldn't want to explain what I was doing in there, that's for sure.
Pretty sure I could have been heard through the thickness of that door, seeing
as I could easily hear Junta when he was on the phone with Ashikiba before.
Wish a sigh, I dry myself off and get dressed into more comfortable apparel;
the tiredness that comes hand-and-hand with a night of drinking hitting me. You
know, I nap for myself doesn't too bad. Seeing as I had to grab the clothing
from the bedroom, I see the two sound asleep and cuddled into the sheets; only
bringing more urges to join. I might as well. Thankfully Kaburagi hasn't spread
out just yet, so there's room for me to slip between them.
Today's been a day.
I wonder how it will be after a nap.
***** Oh yeah, some more filler... *****
[“Psssst!”]
Hrm...?
[“Aoyagi-san~.”]
I hear Kaburagi's voice...
[“Hey, wake up!”]
He sounds closer...
“Come on, you can't be in bed all day!”
My eyes slowly open to see the redhead -who's now fully dressed- mere inches
from my face holding a goofy, excited grin. Instinctively, I shove a hand
against his chest and make him tumble to the other side of the bed. “Hey, watch
it!” I roll to face the opposite direction with a grunt and scowl on my lips.
“Told you waking Hajime up would be a bad idea...” says Junta who's in the room
as well. Just let me sleep...
“No kidding! He's a grump if you do! Does he do that to you?” There's a
rustling of sheets, amusing he's sitting up.
“Sometimes. Depends on how long he slept. One time he actually punched me
square in the jaw!” Well, he's not lying. After being woke up after only four
hours, three hours of cycling before that -and- school, you'd be in a bad mood
too. I snuggle further into the blanket with a another disapproved noise, Junta
chuckling from it. “Hajime~. You've been sleeping longer than us! The sun is
going to set soon.” It is? Must have been more tired than I initially thought.
Sighing, I roll over to face the pair with the same frown. Just another hour...
“You gonna push me again?” questions Kaburagi when making himself comfortable
on my partner's side of the bed. He causally folds his hands behind his head
and displays a mischievous smirk. Don't make me.
“Don't tease him... you'll only make his mood worse.” Junta steps around to my
side and places a mug on the bedside table. “Brought you coffee. Always perks
you up after a nap.” He leans down and gently kisses my forehead before
returning to the door frame. Thank you, Junta. “Let's let him wake up on his
own now.”
“Alright, alright. Just promise you won't go back to sleep!” His brows furrow
to express the 'seriousness of the situation.'
“I promise...” I sigh when sitting up and immediately grabbing the warm cup.
Straight black, just the way I like it.
“Goodie!' He springs off the bed, making it rattle in my hands and almost spill
the hot liquid over my lap. You moron! “Can we watch just -one- more episode,
Teshima-san? I don't want to go home yet.”
“You could just borrow the dvds...”
“One more, then I'll bring the rest home!” What are they talking about...?
Before the question can be answered, Kaburagi snatches Junta by the wrist and
drags him out of sight.
“Alright, alright! Calm down!” With a shake of the head, I lounge against the
pillow and indulge in the morning coffee. I recoil to the strength. Junta must
have measured it wrong again, he never was one for making coffee correctly.
That or Kaburagi did the honers. Regardless, I need the pick-me-up, so I slurp
down a fair amount and swallow without tasting it too much. It's something.
With leaving the door open, I hear sounds escaping the television, but I can't
pick up on what exactly they're watching. That is until the opening theme
plays.
[“Lovely Chance, Pancake-chan! Lovely Chance, Pancake-chan!”]
The sound of Kaburagi's voice is heard over it as he sings along in a playful
way. I'm not hearing things, he's actually getting into it. What happened to it
being 'girly,' you idiot? Amused, I hum the melody under my breath for the rest
of the song. It's going to haunt me for the rest of my life. After finishing
most the drink, I make make my way out of bed and toss the remaining in the
sink. I got the needed caffeine, no reason to force it down. Peering over a
shoulder, indeed that silly anime is playing. I can't believe these two are
actually enjoying such a childish show... maybe it's just Kaburagi that's
getting a kick out of it.
I hit the bathroom quick before settling down with them, the episode already
part way through. Kaburagi looks entranced, eyes glued to the screen like it's
a precious treasure ready to be swiped up. I mean, the show does have bright
colors and flashing lights. Can keep any idiot entertained. I catch a smile on
Junta's lips. He must have caught my thoughts. Glad he didn't say anything...
We spend the few minutes in silence when watching the remaining portion, our
guest just as enthralled when I came in. Wonder if he'll become just as bad as
Onoda when it comes to the topic of this show. I hope not, he's a handful
already. As the credits roll, Kaburagi stretches out with a pleased snicker.
“That was a really good episode! Glad it didn't leave off on a cliffhanger like
the last one.” Junta scoops up the remote and switches the television off.
“Now you can watch the rest at home, ok? I'll get them together for you.”
“Thanks Teshima-san!” His attention turns to me when Junta begins to gathers
them. “And thanks to you as well. If it wasn't for your motherly skills, I'd
still be feeling like crap!” Can that joke just die now...? “We mostly just
watched Love Hime while you were asleep, so I was entertained. Oh, also deleted
all those naughty photos from last night. Same with the voice file. Wouldn't
want Doubashi or my parents getting a hold of my phone and seeing those, that's
for sure.” Appreciated, but I don't fully believe him. If I was in his shoes,
I'd cherish a moment like that and cling to anything involving it. Not everyday
you get to sleep with your crush. I respond with a doubting stare. “... what's
with that face? Sure, it's cool your expression changed, but... it's not a good
one.” I hold out a hand and make it 'give it here' motion. “Huh? What do you
want?”
“He wants you to give him your phone,” answers my partner as he collects the
dvds, “He doesn't believe you. Once he mentions it, I don't believe you
either.”
“Oh, come on! I'm your friend! Don't you trust me?” He both give him an icy
glare. “... ok, I did keep a -few-, but I put them in a locked folder! Only I
know the password!” I knew it.
“Don't care, let me see.” I again make the gesture to enforce my statement. He
probably saved the worst of all. More than anything, I'm curious on which ones
he kept around. Still, he shouldn't be storing any. Sighing, he pulls out the
device and flips open the appropriate folder before handing it off. To my
surprise, he kept many of the tasteful ones. Doesn't change a thing though. I
go through and delete one by one, except for one. One shot he can keep. That
is... I look to Junta for permission.
“Hrm?” He leans over and examines the photo with a smile on his lips. “Yeah,
that's fine. Can keep that one as a souvenir.” If ignoring the fact that we're
shirtless, it's a lovely shot of Junta and I kissing Kaburagi's cheeks on
either side; a smile on each our faces. Innocent enough and I guess he can have
-one-. That's it. I make sure that the folder if completely empty otherwise and
browse through the others to make sure he didn't stash away any others
discretely. In the clear, I pass it back over.
“I left one.”
“Really?!” His fingers scurry over the screen and a smile immediately comes to
his face. “Ah, that's my favorite one! It's super adorable, huh?”
“Just don't go showing it off to everyone,” Junta says when presenting the
stack of dvds, “Keep it our little secret. And those events of last night are
just between us, ok?” Good Junta is being as firm about this as I am.
“You can count on me!” He bends over to the side of the couch and stashes away
the items inside a pack once retrieving them. “You know, I kinda wanted to stay
the night today as well though...”
“I know, but both of us should get some proper rest at home. Tell ya what,
promise sometime this week -most likely during the weekend- you can sleep over
again. And no booze this time! Sound good to you Hajime?” He's been craving for
our attention so much lately, but I can't be too mad. All of us know we'll have
less time to spend together soon enough. I nod in agreement. Wouldn't mind a
nice relaxing night with him without alcohol being our primary form of
entertainment. At the same time... I'm hoping far too much we'll get to
experience another night of sharing the sheets. My heart flutters to the
thought.
“That's awesome! Play some games together, watch TV, have some great food...
sounds like the perfect thing to do before the school year starts! I'll await
the day then!”
“Great. For now though, you should get home. It's getting dark already.”
“I'll be alright! Parents dropped off my bike with the package when they
brought me here yesterday. Luckily, the lights are still attached.” He swings
the backpack over a shoulder when sauntering over towards the front door. There
was something I wanted to give him...
“Oh, wait. I wanted to give you some leftovers to bring home.” Glad I
remembered before it was too late.
“Already covered it. Probably thought the same as you. We'll -never- finish all
of it.”
“Yup! Teshima-san packed this thing to the brim with cookies.” Can always count
on Junta.“I'll have snacks for days! Thanks again for these too.”
“Not a problem. Be safe on the way home, alright?”
“Pfft, an experienced rider like me can never have any problems!” He blinks
rapidly for a moment as he thinks over that statement. “…whoops, sounded like
Sugimoto for a moment. How uncool... erm, anyway! See you two later!” We each
give a wave in goodbyes and he steps out, making a sigh escape my chest.
“Relieved he's finally gone? Nice to have alone time again, that's true.” He
walks over to the front door and locks it up. “Sadly though, have yet to bathe
after all the madness. You mind if I get that out of the way now?” Know exactly
how you feel, Junta. The little time I was in the bath was a huge stress
reliever. Should have properly cleaned up, but it can wait until later. I shake
my head.
“Go ahead.” He offers a smile before heading into the bathroom. This would be a
great time to return to the system and continue the play through of the game
Keita gave me, but the soreness in my muscles is distracting. Must have slept
without moving much, so I'm tense all over. Gives me a chance to try out a
thing that's been sitting on our side porch ever since we moved in.
That hot tub.
Have to admit, it's been tempting to test for a few days now, but I've always
got caught up in other things. Mostly the game and getting the painting
complete. With nothing important to do, why not try it now? After flicking on
the porch light from the inside, I step out in the coolness of the early
evening with a deep breath. I take a second glance at the striped green and
blue colored swing chair; still admiring its appeal and the hard work put into
it. Definitely brings some color to the dull browns of the architecture. With
it being a cabin style dorm, I'd expect the hot tub to be a fire fueled model,
but no. It's modern, it able to heat up on it's own with different temperate
settings. It looks rustic though, the paneling around the sides looking like
wood. Sure got spoiled with this.
With it still being empty, I give it a quick inspection and toss out any debris
inside. A few fallen leaves are tossed out and it's ready to go. It's an easy
fill too seeing as there's a hose line that goes under the house and taps right
into the water supply. Hopefully it's won't disturb Junta's bathing time. I
decide to run it from the cold water to prevent this with a few flicks on the
panel at the side, it fairly easy to figure out. The device hums to life and
water begins to flood the inside. Although, I now remember one minor detail
about using this.
Neither me or Junta packed swimwear.
Seeing as we intended our semesters to take place during the fall and winter
seasons, we thought it would be pointless to do so. We didn't know we'd be
getting a snazzy dorm with a hot tub either. Guess those will have to be a
later purchase. For now though... guess I could just wear my boxers. Even then,
they wouldn't do much being the thin, weak material they are. Useless, but it's
them or nude. A smile forms on my face from the thought. Completely naked and
almost exposed to the outside world... sure glad we have a high, solid fence.
Thinking nothing of it, I strip down and toss my clothing to the swing chair;
the cold fully hitting me. Maybe I should have waited. Luckily, the tub fills
rather quickly and begins warming straight away.
The water is lukewarm when stepping in and taking a seat at the back. It's far
better than the nip in the air though. Once inside, this tub could easily
support four people. Who knows, may be a place Junta, Kaburagi and I can hang
out in during the sleep over. Wouldn't the first time we've been naked
together. It doesn't take long for it to reach the preferred temperature and
the jets to kick on, toes tickled by the rushing bubbles. I sink into the
warmed waters and soak in the feeling of every muscle slackening. I should have
went in this right away... what relief.
---
The passage of time goes by so quick, easily a solid ten minutes past when I
hear noises coming from inside the home. Can assume Junta scans the rooms
before he peeks his head out the glass door, a towel wrapped around his head
and waist.
“Ah, there you are!” he chuckles, “About time we tried that out. How is it?”
You have no idea... I just want to stay inside forever. I let the waters rise
up to my neck when dipping down and the ends of my hair floating on the surface
when smiling towards him. “That good, hrm? Figured as-” He pauses once spotting
my discarded clothing. “...Wait, what are you wearing in there?” Shamelessly, I
stand to my feet for a moment to display my naked form and sink back down with
a weak chuckle. His eyes round out from the brief sight. Damn that was cold,
but worth it for the reaction. “Woah... risky. I like the way you think!”
Without a second thought, the towels are taken off and dropped to the wooden
deck. “Hope you don't mind if I join~.” Junta... of course I won't. He steps in
and promptly descends onto the seat across from me with a shaky breath.
“Ahhhh~. Feels almost as good as an onsen. Shouldn't stay in for too long
though, I'm pruney enough already!” As he fully sinks in, I make my way over
and take the seat next to him; our hips pressed together. He snickers from the
motion and wraps an arm over my shoulder to make things a little more
comfortable. “Why didn't we try this out earlier? Wow... does this feel good.”
“Yeah...” I simply respond, a bit distracted. Not because of our nudity, this
is a normal thing, but by the thoughts of sharing this experience with
Kaburagi. I'm adhering to the idea of us sleeping together, perhaps even right
here. A heat is felt on my face that isn't from the water's current
temperature. It's odd to think... never thought I'd take so much enjoyment in
having sex with another person. That is, with Junta of course. Can't think of
scenario where I'd be in a situation like that without him involved. I'm
craving it again... but this time with a clearer memory. Being lost in thought,
my partner breaks the silence.
“You ok there, Hajime? Seem to be drifting off there.” I may as well admit my
thoughts before they linger for too long and drive me mad. Maybe... Junta's in
the same boat or will be shame me for thinking so lewdly? Nevertheless, I need
to get it off my chest.
“Junta...” I begin softly, “About... last night-”
“I already have a feeling what you're going to say,” he mumbles to cut off my
sentence, “Saw a certain look in your eyes when we brought up the subject of a
sleep over. You... want to do -that- again, huh?” I instinctively turn my
sights away to cover the embarrassment that most likely sprung to my face.
Shouldn't be taken aback that Junta can read me like a book, but hearing it
come from his mouth is far worse than I thought. I must be some sick pervert...
“I'll admit, from the memories I do have, it was quite exciting and enjoyable.
Can't be mad at you for thinking about it. Was... different.” He uses the free
hand to cup my chin and guide my head back so our gazes lock. “I wouldn’t mind
giving something like that another shot, but we have to remember Kaburagi is
taken. Maybe... with someone else next time?”
…
Junta...
***** Oh yeah, it's just smut... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Fufufufufufu. I've been putting off this chapter for far too long.
     About damn time. Yeah, it's just smut.))
Chapter Notes
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I take little time to react.
The suggestion to indulge in my perverted fantasies in the future drives my
body into the craving for attention, my lips slamming against his in no time
flat. Junta takes it as it should, maw parting to let me invade. What's gotten
me so amorous lately? Is it the thrill of finally having time with him without
interruptions? It has to be. The gratification of having privacy with the one I
yearn for, sexually and mentally, is always by my side. My intentions aren't
always swayed towards sex, but for now... I just can't keep my hands to myself.
My right hand slides across his thigh under the steamy waters while our tongues
swirl, mewls of satisfaction expressed by us each. All thoughts of taking this
alone time as a chance to talk things over become fogged with the deviant
notions of what to do with my partner. Or -to- my partner, I should say.
“Hajime...” he purrs during a break for air, “You've been so naughty lately...”
The arm hooked over me moves till his hand is over my upper torso and palms
over my pectoral. He earns a hum of favor as I trail the tip of tongue over his
bottom lip. The chilled feeling in my chest fades as his hand and fingers move
over the region, nipple teased and causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. “Not
like I mind... you've been so unbelievably sexy since we moved.” Our lips again
pucker over one another with more force, Junta's taste dancing on my tongue.
Our dampened bangs stick to cheeks and foreheads as we fight back and forth for
dominance over the situation. Neither of us have full control, which is
completely fine, but I already have thoughts of what to do with him.
And I'm not backing down.
I break away from the kiss with a tug at his lower lip between teeth and
display a mischievous smile to express my yearning. What to do with you
first...
“Something you want~?” he replies with a light chuckle, “Got some hungry eyes
going on.” They're not hard to miss. Wicked thoughts flood my mind, but one
stands above them all. Something... new. Been extra adventurous as well.
“Turn around,” I demand firmly. He didn't expect the boldness, brows raising in
bewilderment. He should be used to me taking control by now, but I'll never get
sick of that flustered expression. Although, his curiosity speaks when he takes
the action without a second thought. His knees buckle to the wooden seat and
hands plant on the tub's edge for support. Perfect.
“L-like this...?” he questions with a shake in his breaths. Between the
excitement and cold, evident goosebumps trail down his thighs and arms. They're
only going to get worse, Junta. Nodding to confirm the position, I make my way
behind him and take in the view. Those firm cheeks are mine to play with. With
a closer look, he's freshly shaven too. What a treat indeed. Chuckle softly, I
arch down and sweep my tongue across his scrotum. He recoils, but soon melts
into it once more are placed. Soft noises raise in volume once I cradle the
orbs in a palm and give gentle squeezes. Junta's body rocks into the touches
with a heated groan to express the enjoyment. My tongue places more flicks and
twirls to the area before relocating to one of cheeks, teeth gently nipping the
flesh.
“Junta~,” I coo with a tighter grip on the genitals, making his hips lock in
place with a hard shudder. Am I making you feel good?
“Feels real nice... just don't be too rough.” A trail of kisses is left when
moving to the other cheek to give another bite down. “How lewd... needy Hajime
you've been.” You have no idea.
“Did you... clean up nice when bathing?” He peeks his head over a shoulder with
a coy expression. There's no need to be embarrassed, Junta. It's just a
question.
“You mean... down there? Yeah... should be fine.” It's good thing to ask before
what I'm about to do. My hands place on each the cheeks, kneading and spreading
to give me more working room. Sure hope you enjoy this... been tempting to do
for quite a while now. My tongue takes a slid across the skin between the
regions and stops solid on the ring of muscle. Junta chokes out a noise I've
never heard from him, one of shock and pleasure. His body already quakes from
just a few laps, clearly not used to it. Not like I am ether, this is a first
for both of us. Or it just feels too good to take? No matter, the thrill of
something new impels my motions; the slippery tongue slipping inside. His hips
arch in my hold with a weak groan. Maybe it's too odd of a thing to try right
now?
“Hajime... it feels strange. But kinda nice...” His legs part further to
indicate it's a pleasurable experience. Taking the hint, I press further inside
and experiment. Slowly at first, it makes it's way inside and out to earn more
heated noises from my partner. The taste is nothing to note, but the idea of
making this better with flavored lubricants come to mind. Can surely make this
a tasty treat for the both of us. Junta's mewls seal the deal on doing this,
only rising and becoming more uneasy as the tunnel is coated in slick fluids.
Time to see how much pleasure someone can really get. Hot breaths escape my
nostrils when testing the waters, tongue stiffened and pressed in deep. Junta's
thighs quake and knees buckle against the seat, sweet noises escaping his
throat.
Junta... you're driving me wild.
Just to really get him worked up, it exits to draw circles around the rim to
simulate those sensitive nerves. Sadly I can't see his expression, but I can
hear the satisfaction. This gives time to catch my breath and further teases
his buttock, hands pressed and massaging them firmly.
“Oh yes...~” he murmurs delicately, “... hrrrm~. Gods, so good...” Feels good
for me too, Junta. The way you shiver with water droplets rolling down your
skin... the dimming sunlight reflecting off your form... I can't help myself.
Feel like some sick animal thinking so lewdly about him, like all that's
necessary is the sexual release he gives me. At this moment, it's the only
thing present. The location, the experience of something different, the way he
trembles from me... Junta, please forgive me for being so needy. The light
teasing ends abruptly when my tongue is dipped back inside to it's full extent,
lips puckered around the rim and suckling eagerly. His voice hitches to a high
squeak followed by a drawn out moans, which only drives my lust further. My own
legs rock under me from the tingling sensations down my nerves. The tickling
feeling of the water jets against my legs doesn't help either. This intense,
almost feverish, pace is becoming overwhelming at this point. At this rate, it
will come to a sloppily, maybe, unsatisfying ending. At least on my end.
There's still so much I want from you...
Unable to take the buildup any longer, I give one last flick over the entrance
for the extra lubricant and return to a straightened posture. Junta looks back
over a shoulder to make eye contact, a loving smile presented.
“I'm ready for you, Hajime...” Fingers curl to the tub's outer end when
lowering his body to the necessary height for my length to lineup. Just to make
sure I don't hurt him, a fair of saliva is released into my palm and worked
over it. After spreading the additional fluids, a slow press against it allows
it to dip right inside. Those slippery walls clasp down when starting to move,
my heartbeat hear up in my ears. I take one of Junta's hips in grip and take
the trusting at a slow pace. The mere annoyance of the water's heat gets pushed
aside when a far better sensation invades my lower regions. Junta's tunnel hot
and slick from the foreplay... and it's clenching me in. Fuck... My voice
cracks out into a lustful groan as the watch the act of it working it's way in
and out.
“Hrrrm~ n-nggh...” I swallow hard to rid the lump inside my throat. You feel so
amazing, Junta. My grip becoming stronger, fingers pressed against the bone,
when picking up the pace. The void space of the outside fills with my partner's
succulent whines, lower body pressing back into my motions. Just as eager,
aren't you Junta? My eyes travel across the distance of his back, soaking in
the sights of those toned muscles. You've been just as sexy - every part of you
is. Leaning forward, I reach my other hand around him and trail my fingers down
his strong chest and stomach. So warm and wet...
The sunlight fades from the horizon and treeline, leaving us in the dim
lighting of the porch light. This brings more appeal, almost like we're making
love in candlelight. Romantic and cheesy, I know, but it's fitting and feels
perfect. My momentum slows to focus on simulating other areas. Hand moves along
his torso and flat abdomen, eventually reaching his manhood and giving it
gentle strokes. Junta's head sinks between shoulders and expresses a warm,
loving hum. How's it feel? You like the way I touch you?
“... m-more,” he mumbles softly.
 
What was that? Couldn't hear you clearly, Junta.
 
“More, Hajime. Please... harder...”
 
Fuck Junta...
 
My grips releases from the hip and I immediately hook the arm around across his
shoulders to guide him upwards. He feels even tighter once that back
straightens and presses against me, legs spreading further to help the angle.
Lust and pure desire speaks through our bodies when mindlessly bucking inside,
motions sloppy and horribly paced from the animalistic drive. Doesn't stop it
from feeling profoundly titillating, my vision hazing over and ears ringing.
His head turns when locking him in the embrace, allowing our mouths to make
contact. Heavy, uneven breaths are passed in attempts to lock lips; our tongues
and teeth making majority of the contact. The fingers wrapped across his length
continue to move and press the flesh, only making his desperate cries
intensify.
Hearing that sweet voice so close... his regions pulsing and throbbing on me...
The contact is broken so fresher air can fill our lungs, his head hung down
when facing back forward. His noises are ceaseless now, the night air
overtaken. You're going to disturb the neighbors if you keep tat volume, Junta.
But I don't mind... hearing you wail brings far too much gratification. I don't
want to release so early into this,but I can't hold back. Would seem unkind to
simply slow back down when Junta asked so kindly for more. I'll give him what
he desires... Hard, almost violent slams are made to fully ride out the
pleasure leading up to my orgasm; my partner's voice nearly at it's top volume.
Yes Junta... cry out.
It's difficult to keep my stance stable due to the quaking of my legs and
slippery bottom of the hot tub, but I manage to stand by placing most my weight
against him. My heart thuds to my ribcage when letting out a last cry of
pleasure, my seed spilling inside while locking it deep inside. The position is
held until every drop is left within the walls, a motion not made by either of
us. The overwhelming sense of gratification takes over and my body slumps off
to the left to land back against my previous seat. My lungs feel like they're
on fire! Doesn't help the sudden feeling of the heated waters against my
sensitive manhood occur, nerves sent on overdrive. Cracking my exhausted eyes
open, I look over my to my partner to see him fastened in place with uneven
gasps, his own fluids splashed against the rim of the tub and surface of the
waters. Even more satisfaction takes me spotting this. After taking the moment
to catch his breath, he mirrors my actions by turning and sinking back into the
seat.
“Ah, damn!” he snaps when lower body is submerged, “Ow, that actually kinda
hurts...” A weak chuckles manages to force out from his chest. “Holy shit,
Hajime...” He looks over, cheeks flushed with red and sweat droplets on his
forehead. “... guess this means you have the chore of cleaning this up. You
started it...” That goofy grin spreads across his face.
Junta... you'll never change.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Oh yeah, there's plot again...? *****
Thank you Junta... I couldn't have asked for more.
Proceeding the intimate encounter is the normal exchange between us. 'Are you
ok,' 'was it good for you?' type of talk; the typical. There's a neutral
agreement that is was satisfying on both ends, the thoughts of maybe being too
rough being null. I'm glad. I'd feel horrible if Junta felt uncomfortable, but
instead, I'm joyous to see his satisfaction. There's some embarrassment in his
voice when mentioning the rimjob, but we both were pleased with the results.
Can see it happen in future, maybe myself on the receiving end. Wouldn't mind,
I'd love to indulge in the feeling he experienced.
Seeing as the tub is a bit too much to take from the heat alone, we exit and
return inside. A bathroom break is needed for us both first. Junta goes first
to clean up the mess I left behind while I take the time to fully wash up. It's
minimal effort, seeing as I'd rather take this time to finally talk things
over. Been putting it off the majority of the day and it should be addressed.
Regardless of the hangovers and fulling sexual experience, this needs to get
off our chests now before it becomes a problem. We both settle on the couch and
cool down, yet I can feel something coming off him. A pressure...? It's
something I should have noted earlier.
“Junta...” I say to grab his attention. He works a hand through his tangled and
unkempt hair with a questioning look.
“... you can tell now, hrm? I'd rather stop smoking after seeing how upset you
got about it.” I shake my head in response. So what if its a habit that's
frowned upon? It doesn't change who you are. If you enjoy it, I won't try to
stop you.
“You're still Junta and that's all that matters.” I'd still appreciate the
hygiene afterwords though. Wouldn't want to be kissing what tastes like an
ashtray.
“Hajime... Should have known from the beginning you'd fine with it. I'm sorry I
kept the secret from you for this long. Again with the apologies...” A gentle
smile appears, followed a hearty laugh that seemingly came from nowhere. I tip
my head to the side. What's suddenly so funny? “I'd still like to try quit
though! For now, I'd -love- to have one, but truthfully... my ass hurts so
much, I'd rather stay put.” I can't help but smile back. And they call me
brutally honest.
After a short nod, I head into the kitchen to grab the items off the counter.
Was going to place them back inside Junta's part of the dresser earlier when I
was cleaning up, but I didn't want to disturb his slumber. Passing them over, I
gesture my head towards the side porch.
“Not far.”
“Yeah... but I'd rather keep it further away from the house though.” He fiddles
with the pack as if he's trying to hide it from my view. Can't blame him for
feeling uncomfortable. I open the sliding door and again indicate it's fine.
He'll still be outdoors, and better yet, the fence would shield the act from
any passerby. He's still underage after all, and I'd rather not him get in
trouble. Plus, now we have a comfortable piece of furniture that should be
used, not just looked at. It's a win-win situation, no matter how you look at
it.
“I can see why it would be fine... although, don't exactly have an ashtray.
Wouldn't want to toss the end over the fence and start a fire!” He makes a good
point. Nodding again, I return to the kitchen to grab an old, barely used
coffee cup. At least it will have a use now. Junta moved the few feet to reach
outside, a cigarette removed and placed between his lips. Handing the mug over,
I plop to the open space next to him. This thing is less comfortable than it
looks. “Eh, this works great. Thanks, Hajime. You don't have to sit out here
and endure the smell though.” Can't be that bad, right? Can't recall a time I
was close to someone who smoked. Well, there's K... and if his clothing stinks
that much, I'm afraid what the fresh smoke is like. I shrug a shoulder.
“I like being out here with you.” That I have to drain out the hot tub. First
off, I want to see just how horrible smoke can be. Junta offers a weak smile
and returns his attention to it, the lighter sparking to life and flame brought
to the tip. Thin, long curls of smoke flutter off and fade into the air,
Junta's expression changing drastically. Haven't seen his this relaxed all day,
including the tub soaking. What a way to unwind. The wind brushes the wisps
away, so I really can't tell just how bad it is. Junta looks over to me and
playfully puffs a small amount my direction. It's... stale.
“It's actually not horrible like this in my opinion,” he comments, “It's the
after smells that sticks to clothing that's the worst.” You know, he's not
wrong. Barely bugs me at all. Maybe it's me being used to the smell of paint
fumes and bike oil that makes me immune. “Still awful for me, especially if I
want to become a full fledged singer and stronger cyclist.” I have so many
questions about this...
“Why did you start?” Not many people take up smoking out of the blue, there has
to be some source.
“To be honest, I needed something to calm me down. You know how I work myself
half to death on some occasions and becoming Captain last year didn't help.
Paperwork, studying, responsibility... and you know -very- well that I tend to
keep my stress on the inside. Hell, I rarely let my anger or any sort of
frustration out. Figured this was an opinion.” He takes in a long inhale and
puffs it in the opposite direction. “And it works.” Guess that makes sense.
Before the habit, he used to pace inside his room and sing as loud as he could
to help. His parents and his brother wasn't a fan of this though.
“How are you getting them...?” I doubt he has a fake ID, Junta isn't shady like
that. If no one in his household smokes, who exactly is purchasing them?
“Oh, Shunichi. You know, the bartender at our favorite karaoke bar. I was the
one to ask him once I wanted to try smoking and he happily bought me a pack.
After I started enjoying it, which was sometime last year, I handed over my
allowance and he got me carton to hold me off for a while. To think, he was the
first one to introduce us to alcohol too... really hope he isn't a parent!” He
taps the ashes off into the mug with a soft chuckle. “It's embarrassing to do
this in front of you... it's gross, huh?” I shake my head. There's so many who
smoke in this country alone, that it's just a normal thing people do.
Especially for teenagers and young adults. Never did understand the appeal
though. The curiosity drives me to reach out and attempt to snatch it up, but
Junta lifts his arm so it's out of reach. That smiles instantly melts to a
frown. “No Hajime... I don't want you getting into this as well.”
“Junta...” This is bugging me. How can it be so enjoyable and relaxing? Maybe
it is actually the smoke or is it just the psychological satisfaction? I want
to know.
“It's just calming... that's all you need to know. At the same time, have a
feeling your stubbornness will kick in and you'll just take on for yourself
later.” He knows me too well. Actually planned to. “Alright, here.” With a
sigh, he surrenders it. Bringing it closer to my lips, the scent known well on
K strikes me. Ugh... this actually goes in someone's mouth? Ignoring it for
now, I lightly puff on the end in quick spurts. “No, no. You actually have to
inhale, otherwise you won't get any in your lungs. Like you're taking a deep
breath almost.” Giving me advice on smoking... what an odd conversation. Taking
it, I drag the thin smoke into my mouth and sharply inhale so it enters my
lungs. It tastes just as stale and not that awful at all. It isn't making me
cough oddly enough too. After holding it for a second or two, I exhale slowly
and watch it curl out from my lips. “I swear, nothing effects you. I was
coughing for a minute straight on my first drag!”
“Strange...” I still don't understand why so many do this, but not like one
drag is going to give me answers. I have to remember though, it's still
addicting. Not wanting to get into the habit myself, I pass it back over with a
shrug.
“You'd understand more if you actually had a full one,” Junta remarks before
placing it back between his lips, “Just please don't do this just because I am.
That's all I ask.”
“I won't.” Peer pressure isn't something I fall into so easily thankfully. And
it's not like he'll do it inside the house or during all hours of the day.
Going by his past 'breaks,' I say he has around three to four? It could
progress to a pack a day, but for now, I'm not too worried.
“Thanks. I hope I wasn't an influence to everyone at the party though...
Kaburagi, Imaizumi, even Onoda could try just because I'm doing it. Some kind
of senpai I am...” His brows knit when taking in another drag, clearly
concerned. Moving on and growing up in life, yet he still cares about them.
That's won't go away so easily either. He'll forever cherish his friends.
“Only worry about that when it happens. No need getting yourself worked up over
nothing.”
“You're right... thank you for understanding by the way. Feels like a gigantic
weight has been lifted off me.” You've been keeping it a secret for a year
now... I'd feel just the same. I lean over to quickly give a peck to his cheek
to show my affection.
I'm relieved too, Junta...
 
---
 
The rest of the night proceeded as usual once I drained and spruced up the hot
tub. Us cuddled on the couch surfing channels with a hot cup of tea until we
became too tired. There was little to no mention of the drunken night then,
which was a nice change of pace. We'd rather leave it behind us if possible.
The following day is when I decided to get a hold of Shimizu and head over to
the mentioned coffee shop to, really, get it out of the way. Could be a new
place to obtain my coffee, which is really the only reason why I wanted to go.
Closer and easier to get a hold of instead of the one I usually went to inside
the city. It's small and owned by the local farmers, so it's appeal is already
pleasing in my book. Was never one for the 'popular' ones to begin with. The
owners know Shimizu by name and face, him being a frequent visitor. Frequent as
in at least three times a week. Maybe coffee is his only interesting quirk...
He offered to pay for my order, which is unnecessary seeing as it's just a
drink, but a kind gesture. Our budget is a bit tight due to not having work, so
we shouldn't frequent hang outs or spend on luxury items until then. Our
parents are paying for everything, including our food and school equipment.
They promised to support us until we find a suitable job, but it's much harder
to obtain out here in the country. There's a few shops and restaurants in the
nearby town, but the majority are owned by the residents and have no need for
outside help. We'll have to find something though... wouldn't want to depend on
our families forever.
To my astonishment, the get together with my neighbor was actually a pleasant
thing. We mostly talked about our shared interests, the biggest being art. He
shares my taste in impressionism paintings and makes them himself. One thing he
said really took the breath out of me.
“The paintings around your home are made by your hand, correct? Your artistic
level is one I envy... was never my forte, but it doesn't stop me from being
awestruck. May I ask... to commission you? One of your pieces would look
perfect back home for my parents. They'd -love- your work as much as I do!”
Me... making art well enough for a rich family to be interested...? I've always
had admirers, but they're my friends. Makes complete sense why'd they like
them. Shimizu, on the other hand, is still a stranger. I've never felt so
praised when it comes to my artwork... I swear, if I wasn't seated, I would
have reached out and hugged him. Hell, felt like I was on the brink of tears.
Of course I accepted, talked about the piece he wishes to get made and even
price ranged. Forty thousand... he wants to buy -my- art for -forty thousand-
yen! That's insane! I'm not worth that much, but he insisted and told me I'm
being too humble. I've never heard that amount of money coming so causally
coming our of someone's mouth over my art... I was happy to get three thousand
from Keita when I painted his portrait two years ago.
As for the piece itself, he handed over a photograph for reference. His family
once took a vacation out of country and saw the most beautiful place they've
ever seen. Going by the shot, it really is. A small lake with an island across
the way covered with thick trees with waves splashed against the shore from the
strong winds (that I can assume) going on. The sun is mostly veiled in thick
gray clouds, giving a gloomy, yet overwhelming appeal. A beautiful photo
overall, so why would he want me to paint this? Instead of asking questions, I
kindly accepted. Would give me something to do during this last week of our
vacation and make some extra money. I couldn't be more thankful and honored...
Besides the business talk, there wasn't much else. Shimizu was clearly raised
in a wealthy household, always speaking properly and excelling at causal
conversation. I tried my best to respond and open up, which only came easier
once he admired my work so much. I actually smiled... and even laughed... with
another person besides my close friends. Was a new experience for sure. And to
add, this shop carries a blend of French coffee I'm a huge fan of. Sadly don't
carry my normal, but I'm complaining too much. There's also plenty others to
try and it's within a reasonable biking distance.
And hey, who can no to a free coffee?
 
---
 
As the week progressed, me and Shimizu grew to become decent friends via
texting. Mostly talked about our other hobbies, including video games. The one
gifted to me is one he's currently into as well, so we started playing
together. Keita eventually replaced his copy and, soon enough, it was all of us
together online and having fun. Never thought I'd see the day where I'm
actually excited to jump on my game system to hang out with friends and not
just something to pass time. Junta was more than enthused to see this, him
actually wanting to get his own to join. Think I have a Christmas gift planned
now...
The painting is going well too, if I do say so myself. I decided to make this
on a large sized canvas seeing as I really wanted to impress my first true
commission. More expensive on my end this way, but the payout will be worth the
cost. I still stick to the impressionist style, quick strokes to portray the
subject instead of going into in-depth detail. The light reflections off the
lake is the main center point of it, the trees and landmarks not meant to draw
the eye. Junta was never one to disturb my painting time due to my anxieties,
but I actually felt comfortable working on it. I didn't mind the prying eyes
for once. He looked so proud of me, like I'm taking a step forward in my life.
Of course, this could be the only paid piece I'll make in my life for all I
know, so I'm putting my heart and soul into it.
It's near completion when it reaches the end of the week, a few days left of
our time off. On this Friday, Junta receives a call during the afternoon.
“Hello? … Oh, hey Kaburagi!” Figured he'd make contact with us eventually.
“Yeah, this week's been great~. Well, any day is great when you don't have
responsibility! Hehe... yeah. … yeah! The sleepover is still on!” He lounges
against the couch with a grin in my direction. I take a moment away from making
food to watch. I'm still exited to have it too, Junta. “... hrm, tonight? Was
thinking tomorrow, but I guess that works! Would give most of Saturday and all
of Sunday to ourselves then. Sound good to you, Hajime?” I nod back to approve.
Not like we having anything planned, so I can't it being a problem. “He's cool
with it. You coming over right away or waiting until later? … We aren't doing
anything, so feel free to stop by any time. Just give us enough time to make
dinner! … hehe, sure. … Yeah, sounds good! See ya soon!” He chuckles further
once ending the call, a goofy grin from ear to ear. “Wow, he is -excited-. It's
just a sleep over. What is he, a middle school student?” Do you really need to
ask that question, Junta? “He'll be over shortly, so I hope you're making
enough to serve him as well.”
Adjustments can be made. Especially for my friend.
 
---
 
Around an hour passes when we hear a knock at the door, giving us just enough
time to do a quick cleanup and get the food in order. Strangely enough, the
knock sounds far different from the usual one the red-head tends to make. His
are normally fast and light while this one sounded like a ram hitting it
repeatedly. I minor thing, but notable. Maybe it was just me bothered by the
change. Junta is the first to reach the door, myself being distracted by
serving out the portions and placing them on the coffee table. The doors creaks
open to show a person I was not expecting to be there. I -knew- something was
off.
“'Sup ex-Captain?” bellows the thick figure of Doubashi. What in the... “Hope
you don't mind that I've come to join the little get together.” Why is he
here...?
“Erm- uh,” begins my partner, awestruck by the extra company, “... didn't think
you'd be -”
“Pig, move!” Kaburagi suddenly squeezes between the doorframe and the large man
to reach the inside, eyes widened and looking in panic. “T-Teshima-san!
Youhaveajar?”
“Do I have a... what? Run that by me again.”
“Jar! Glass jar, plastic jar- some sort of container I can hold something in!”
He sounds like he's almost out of breath!
“... under the kitchen sink? Why is this-” Kaburagi sprints off into the room
before the sentence is finished to fling open the underside cabinet and rummage
through it. I place finally place the last plate of food on the table in shock
and unable to say anything. What is going on!?
“Aha!” Finding an empty glass jar we keep around for leftovers, the overly
hyperactive Kaburagi runs back to snatch Junta by the wrist. “Come with me!
Aoyagi-san seems busy and Masakiyo isn't good with this! Imayneedhelp!”
“W-What?! What are you talking about?!” Junta spurts when getting pulled.
Doubashi casually steps inside before my partner is pretty much dragged outside
wearing his sleeping clothing and a pair of slippers. This there an emergency?!
“I saw a beetle! It's a rare one that only shows up near the fall in t-”
Kaburagi's voice fades off into the distance, my questions being answers by
that first line. Of course he'd get excited over an insect. Although, he didn't
have to take Junta and leave me with-
“'Sup to you too, Bambi-chan~. Dinner smells great!” After closing the front
door, Doubashi hums a soft tune when kicking off his shoes and making his way
towards me. We didn't invite you! Sure, you've earned my respects during the
Sprinter's Dash, but that doesn't give you the right to barge into my home!
“... why are you here?” I mumble uneasily. I don't get it... He's about to take
a seat on the couch, but freezes and returns to a straightened posture. His
menacing height draws closer til he's around a foot away. Those beady eyes
slant down at me with an icy glare, that alone sending a shiver down my spine.
Why is he looking at me like that...?
“Isn't it obvious?” A meaty hand slams down onto my shoulder and not in the
friendly, comforting way. He means business and I feel ill intent coming off
him. My body freezes like a deer in the headlights. Why... why did you leave me
alone with him?
“... n-no...” I manage to force through my lips. I don't know what to do...
Junta, come back.
Please.
“It should be... I'm here to make sure you don't touch my Orange again. Got
it... Bambi-chan~?”
***** Oh yeah, things got vicious... *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Back to Teshima~ ))
“Are you even listening?!”
With the sun still in the sky, the path to Kaburagi's destination near the
entrance of the school is easy to follow. Although, the whole way there, he has
yet to say a word or even let go of my wrist. His determination is astounding.
Same time, like cycling, he's pretty passionate about bug collecting it seems.
Isn't this a hobby younger people tend to enjoy? I shouldn't judge, let him
have his fun right?
“I am! Kinda! We're almost there! Ohhhh, I hope it isn't gone!” Oh, -now- he
talks.
“At least answer why Doubashi is here!” Seriously, a little warning would have
been nice! Thought this was supposed to be a night with just the three of us,
not a sudden 'double date!' Once my heavy breathing becomes apparent from
nearly sprinting there, to my relief, he slows to a gentle walking pace and
releases me. Thank you. “Mind answering my-”
“Shhhh!” A hand almost comes in contact with my face to further emphasize.
Woah! “Stay. Right. There.” Sighing softly, I let the red-head proceed on the
mission. I'll get answers eventually, not like he'll be hunting beetles for
long. The lid of the jar is screwed off and tossed to the ground before he
starts to move. Folding my arms over chest, I watch him sink into a crouch and
slowly approach the thick trunk tree within sight. It's sort of hilarious to
watch him fail at sneaking, feet hitting every single fallen branch and dried
leaf in the path. Subtle. What does he need my help with anyway? It's just
catching a bug, not a secret mission with dire consequences. Two people aren't
needed for this. He scans over the base and general area before circling around
it, eyes moving constantly up and down. “Target... spotted!!” The opened jar
slams to the tree side with a solid thump. “Ahahaha, got you now!” He raises it
to the air in show off the minor victory, the proudest smile across his face.
“... and you needed me because...?” I arch a brow. That wasn't so difficult.
“Oh, you're here just in case it decided to take off. An extra set of eyes, ya
know? Was pretty awesome to watch me though, right?”
“Yeah... cool,” I respond sarcastically. I know this is important to him, so I
keep a smile. He looks so proud too, wouldn't want to come off completely
uninterested.
“I know. I'm pretty bad ass, mmhmm.” He nods with confidence. “I mean, I just-”
He looks into the jar, smile diminishing in an instant. “Oh dammit, you aren't
the same beetle! I mean, you're a different species then the I have one back
home, but you're not the one I was after! Maybe I just misjudged at first
glance.” He sighs out, looking absolutely defeated. Guess that's sort of a
bummer...? Not like I know much about the local wildlife.
“Sorry to hear that,” I reply when picking up the discarded lid, “Was still a
fun hunt, right?”
“Yeah, that's true... not often you see these beetles during the beginning of
the fall season too! Guess that's pretty cool.” He turns it upside down so the
thick shelled insect drops down into his palm. “She's cute too! See why I
mistaken you for a different kind. You have a pretty shell~. Healthy girl you
are~.” Oh great, he's baby talking a bug. I mean, I -guess- it's like any other
pet., just smaller and... uglier. Whatever, I'm more of a cat person. He gives
it a few 'pets' before returning it to the spot where caught with a childish
laugh. “You find a good mate before the winter, you deserve it!” He saunters
back over to me and passes the container back over. “Sorry for dragging you out
here...”
“It's fine...” I take it back and screw the lid back on with a drawn out sigh.
“As long as you tell me why Doubashi is here.”
“Guess I can answer that now... damn, this must really be annoying to you
guys!” He begins to make the walk back and I follow at his side. Finally,
answers. “You see... when I was on the phone with you earlier, Doubashi showed
up out of nowhere! His parents let him borrow the vehicle for the weekend to
hang out with friends, but he came to me first. I mean, yeah, awesome he wanted
to be with his boyfriend, but I already had other plans! He... wasn't happy
when I told him I was staying the night here...” He scratches over a cheek
nervously. “I tried to tell him it was supposed to us three, but after what
happened last week, he pretty much forced himself to come along. Was either
bring him or completely cancel our plans. I'm... really sorry, I just really
wanted to see you guys. Don't know how long it will be until we get to hang out
and all...” At least he's sorry, but it doesn't change the fact he could have
easily called back and said, 'hey, I'm bringing company. Is that cool?'
Sometimes I wonder why I associate myself with airheads and idiots...
“He has a good reason to be paranoid, but also, we were drunk and it was just a
one time thing. I hope he understands that.”
“He does, but not enough to trust you guys just yet. I'd be pretty on edge too
truthfully, especially with him living so far away! I... cheated on him, booze
or not. The deed was done and I still feel horrible... would ask if you ever
cheated on anyone, but Aoyagi-san is your first relationship, huh?”
“He is. Of course I've fantasized about dating others, but I never grew the
courage to ask. There's been opportunities, but between cycling and school, it
took this long to officially get with someone. But, you're two years younger
than me and already have a partner~. You're ahead of your time, Kaburagi!”
“Heh... guess it's something to brag about. Danchiku is soooo jealous of me! He
never said it, but I can see it written all over his face! Lost my virginity
before him too! And it wasn't with Doubashi either, if you're going to ask. It
was with a woman not long before him...” He chuckles weakly, evident red raised
up on his cheeks. The topic of sex, have a feeling it won't die off even in my
older years. “Was... awkward and random. Was your first sexual encounter bad,
'cause mine sure was!” I can't think of a single woman that would sleep with
him, but hey, anything's possible. Could have been like mine, which just sort
of... happened. No planning, no anything. Just out of the blue, pants are off
and strange, new things are happening.
“My first time was with Aoyagi of course... and it was just as bad as you
think. Weird sensations, going off earlier than you wanted, expectations -far-
different from what you imagined, the list goes on. Yeah. Never touched any one
else like that. Well, now there's you...” I gulp to rid the lump in my throat.
Again, that reserved High School of mine comes creeping back. No crazy parties,
no relationships, no sleeping around... I must be boring, but I'm fine with
that. Not like I tried to impress anyone either.
“... really? A handsome guy like you holding back? You must have been swarmed
with women!” He really is delusional. “Virginity was never an important thing
to me, or sex in general, so sleeping with her and Doubashi was nothing
special. Maybe that's just me...?”
“Never was a subject that bothered me either. I was, and still am, the type to
cling to the idea of a happy relationship over just sex.”
“It's better to think about... probably why I feel so awful about cheating on
Doubashi. Sex is just sex to me, but I know it's a strong core of a
relationship. It's obvious he's still jealous and hurt over it, otherwise he
wouldn't be here in the first place.” Seeing as we're now close to the dorm and
wanting to get away from the subject, I'm the one to turn the chat around.
Enough of this.
“Let's just try to enjoy the night without that being our main focus.”
“Right!” With a nod, I ascend the small set of stairs and swing the door open
to be greeted by Aoyagi standing nearby with my sweater clutched to his chest.
Guessing he was going to bring it out to me. “We're back~!”
“Any luck with that beetle?” Peering past my partner, our uninvited guest is
loafing on the couch with a serving of the dinner in hand. “Would make a good
souvenir.”
“No... wasn't the one I thought it was,” sighs the disappointed Kaburagi when
kicking off his shoes. He swings off the hefty looking backpack and places it
near his feet when taking a seat next to Doubashi. “So I just let her go. Was
pretty cool to watch me catch it though!”
“I'm sure it was.” He leans over to plant a gentle kiss to a cheek in an
affectionate hum. How... cute? “Dinner's gettin' cold. Bambi-chan put some work
into this, so don't let it go to waste!” Turning my attention back to Aoyagi,
there's a smile across his face. Happy to see me?
“Sorry for taking so long... things go well while I was gone?” He answers with
a brief nod and passes over the sweater. “Was kinda chilly out. Appreciate that
you wanted to bring this out to me though. Guess I can just wear it now!” I'm
still cold, so might as well. Slipping it on, Aoyagi tips his head slightly and
darts his eyes in the direction of our guests; then back to me. He looks
pleased, but I can feel some discomfort. Would imagine the conversation those
two had wasn't exactly pleasant. My voice falls to a whisper, “I'll be taking a
smoke break once dinner is done. We'll talk about it then, alright?” He gives
another nod and returns back inside the front room and takes a seat at the
shorter length of the couch. I follow close behind and flop down as well.
“Thanks for going out there and tryin' to help Orange,” comments Doubashi with
mouth half full.
“Not like I had much of a choice!” I chuckle when picking up my own share,
“Know you were excited, but you could have asked instead of pretty much forcing
me to come along.”
“Sorry about that... you know how I can be when I get hyped up!” Out of the
corner of my eye, I catch Doubashi's eyes locked in our direction. He's going
to be watching us like a hawk all night...
“Not like it took long, so I'm not upset.” He gaze falls to the large man and I
take my first bite of the meal. … damn, Aoyagi is getting better at this. The
green pepper and onion are tender enough to be easy to chew, but still have a
satisfying crisp. The meat just falls right apart and leaves the pleasant bite
of black pepper and rich juices too. Soon enough, he's going to get better than
me at this. “How you two like the dinner?”
“Bambi-chan sure knows how to make a good meal. Not as good as my mom's home
cookin', but it sure passes in my book.” Says the one with serving almost gone.
Passes? If the plate wasn't made of ceramic, almost certain you'd eat that as
well.
“You only say that because it has meat in it!” follows Kaburagi with a nudge at
his arm.
“What can I say, I have a weakness for good meat! Speaking of good meat...” His
eyes narrow at us, a brow perked high. “Orange explained why I'm here, right
ex-Sohoku-Captain?”
“He filled me in, yeah... but to be honest, I think you're taking it a bit too
far.” Hopefully this doesn't strike up an argument. Not exactly what I want to
deal with today.
“... far? Pfft, don't give me that shit too!” He pushes the empty plate to the
table with an agitated grunt. Oh shit, I should have kept my mouth shut. “First
from Orange and now you? If you really want me to that this far, your ass would
be bloodied and beaten on the ground already.”
“Dou- erm, M-Masakiyo... please don't...” Kaburagi's head sinks between his
shoulders, immediately feeling uncomfortable. “You said no violence over
this... did you ever think of my feelings when it comes to talking to my
friends like that...?”
“Was an empty threat, I didn't mean it. Fully. Just an example what I -would-
do if these two weren't your close friends.” Bit harsh, don't you think? Taking
another bite, I glance to Aoyagi. Stoic as ever, blue eyes glued to Doubashi.
His muscles are tensed... have a feeling if there was a physical fight, he'd be
ready to strike back. “Don't get me wrong, I still want to punch you both for
what you did.”
“Violence isn't going to solve anything,” I comment after swallowing, “It's far
better to talk to this over like civilized human beings.” The sentence follows
with a loud slam, Doubashi's fist smacking against the table knuckles down. …
shit. Aoyagi flinches, but stays in his seat.
“Masakiyo, please!!”
“How the fuck do you expect me to be 'civilized'!? I don't care if you were
drunk, that doesn't excuse the fact that you could say no! You little shits are
sick, perverted fucks for touching my Orange like that! Is this how your treat
all of your frien-”
“Enough!!” Aoyagi suddenly shouts and slams his meal to the table, everything
atop it rattling about. Looks like the spring snapped under all the tension.
This is not going to end well... “We all regret what happened, isn't that
enough for you?! You want us on our knees begging for your forgiveness?! Will
that shut your disgusting, foul mouth!?” The feeling in the air has definitely
changed... My heart leaps into my throat when passes glances between the two in
the brief moment of silence.
“... what was that Bambi-chan...?” Doubashi mumbles in a deep growl, “To think
you'd be the silent one. Was I wrong... have anything else to say while you're
feeling so brave?” Aoyagi bites down on his lower lip when sinking back into
the seat, his few seconds of courage running dry. Doubashi's intimidating level
is something fierce, his size and gruff voice making the strongest of wills
shake in their boots. It's better to back down then shout at one another
anyway. “That's what I thought. A weakling, like always.”
“Doubashi!” Kaburagi shoves his plate to the table before forcefully tugging at
one of Doubashi's sweater sleeves. “Stop talking to them like that! Why do you
have to be such an asshole? I thought we fixed this. I feel just as horrible as
them and wish it never happened...could you please just let it go?” Thinking
Kaburagi resolved this quarrel, my muscles slacken and I take in a deep breath.
He's sure to listen to his boyfriend, right?
“It's not going to be that easy!” he shouts back when pulling the arm away.
Wrong. God, why did I say anything... shit! If I just kept quite, it wouldn't
have gotten to this level. “You're part of the blame here too. Can say the same
to you when it comes to having a childish crush on Bambi-chan!” No, please
don't bring that up.
“We're not talking about that right now!”
“And why shouldn't we? Really, can understand why an idiot like you would find
him attractive. You have terrible taste in men.”
“Well... at least Aoyagi-san is nice and doesn't threaten people like a fucking
jerk! That's the lowest of low!” If things feel like like they can't get worse,
they do. Doubashi reaches out and grips Kaburagi's collar to pull him in. His
free hand rises like he's going to punch out, but freezes in place when Aoyagi
leaps from his seat and snatches the wrist.
“Outside, now!” my partner shouts, “You want to settle this with a fight, you
got one!”
 
Hajime...?
 
No!! What the hell are you thinking?!
 
“Bambi-chan wants to play now, hm? I can accept this...” He releases Kaburagi,
which prompts Aoyagi to let go as well. Without a second to waste, both are
heading off towards the front door.
“H-Hajime, you don't have to do this!” There's no reason for it!
“Teshima-san is right! You're just stooping to his level!” Both are silent when
slipping on their shoes, seemingly ignoring out pleas. It's going to happen no
matter what we say... the fire is burning bright in Aoyagi. Doubashi is the
first set out, but my partner freezes and glances back at us with a look of
determination.
“He was going to hit you... I won't forgive him for that.” Before we can
respond, the door is slammed shut behind him. Kaburagi and I stares agape in
the direction, both of us probably hoping that they'll just come back and
everything will be fine. Aoyagi is defending Kaburagi in a way I never
imagined. He isn't the type to be physically violent, but given the
circumstances, I'd be in the same boat if I actually had to courage to
approach. No one should strike out at the one they love like that. What do I
do? Should I follow them and try to stop it? Don't think my words would sway
them anyway... I'd just be wasting breath. Or maybe... I can fix this?
I don't know...
And I'm scared for Aoyagi...
My eyes haze over in tears and distort my vision, heartbeat heard up in my
ears. I don't think he's ever been in a fight, which is more troublesome.
Looking to Kaburagi, his legs are curled into his chest with eyes facing
forward to the blank television. He's just as much in shock as I am, so I doubt
he has an answer to this predicament. I'm the one that has the level-head here,
I have to think of something! Can always call the campus police, but that's
cowardly way to approach this. That shouldn't matter! Aoyagi will be safe then!
After scrambling to place my food aside, I reach into a pocket and pull out my
phone. Luckily I saved the dean's office number into it, so I should be able to
call help from her.
Same time... Aoyagi and I can get into serious trouble for this! A fight on
school grounds not long after moving in? This could leave a permanent scar on
our record if she found out. That and our parents would be notified... maybe
they'll realize we aren't ready to live on our own and drag us back home! My
thumb shakes over the send button once locating her contact. Fuck... is this
the best opinion? It's the best thing I can think of! But it's the weekend! She
might not be in her office! Knew I should have saved the police contact number
as well! Moron, moron!! Even if she was available, the police still have to get
to the location! I don't even know if they went out into the forest or not!
“Fuck!” I scream without thinking. Kaburagi jumps in his seat, round eyes
looking to me with tears running down his cheeks. “I... I need to find Hajime!”
I can find a way to help, no more wasting time. I toss the phone to the cushion
after standing to my feet, teeth clenched. Stop being a coward, Junta! My
welled up tears stream down when sprinting straight outside, leaving the front
door wide open. My eyes dart in all directions, neither of them in plain sight.
Dammit, they did go into the woods! Before taking the sharp turn into the
brush, I spot a figure off in in the distance in the opposite direction. Large
framed and slightly limping... is that Doubashi? If it is, he's walking back
towards the entrance parking lot.
 
That means... fuck!
Hajime, where are you?!
 
Thinking they didn't have the duel so close to the school's entrance where
plenty of eyes can see, I rush into the nearby wooded area to find any sign of
a struggle. They couldn't have went far in that short time I was inside, so he
shouldn't be hard to find. My thoughts are correct. In an open area near the
hallowed out tree, I spot two figures in the shade. Wait, if Doubashi was the
one leaving, who is with Hajime? Getting closer, my partner is on his knees
with a hand clasped over mouth and nose. Oh god, he did hurt him! My pace
quickens and the mystery person becomes clearer. I know that long length of
black hair anywhere now.
“Hajime! K!”
“Junta-bug!” Aoyagi's hand lowers to give me a smile, but it also reveals the
large amount of blood gushing from his nose. “You have to keep that pinched!
Otherwise you'll keep bleeding!” Oh no, oh no, fuck!
“Hajime!!” I nearly topple over when landing on my knees next to him, my
breaths rapid and in a broken pace. I pull the end of a sweater sleeve over my
hand and press it to the wound to soak up the liquid. His nose bridge is split
open, that being the main source of the bleeding. That fucking bastard!
“Junta...” Aoyagi whimpers softly, “It hurts...” Oh Hajime... it didn't have to
be like this.
“I know, I know... oh god, this is worse than I thought!”
“That gigantic dick decked him pretty hard... don't think it's broken, but it's
bad. With a wound that deep, it's probably going to need stitches. I'm no
doctor, just going by past experiences.” Peering over, one of his eyes is
slammed shut and swollen, a red and blue bruise surrounding the area.
“He got you too?!” Doubashi is going to pay for this...
“Yeah, when I shoved his dumb ass away from him. That's not important right
now, we need to get Aoyagi-kun to the nurse's office!”
“Right! Make sure to keep that covered, alright?” He nods softly when I remove
my hand, his own concealing the wound with his sleeve. It's already soaked in
blood... just the sight of it makes my stomach turn. Being dazed from the blow
and amount of blood loss, it's difficult for him to stay on his feet and walk.
“I'm not letting him lose anymore... I'm carrying you there. I don't care what
you say.” K gingerly scoops my partner into his arms and immediately starts
running down the path, my exhausted self close behind. If adrenaline wasn't
pumping, I'd still be on the ground gasping for breath. “I hope that fucker is
gone now!”
“He should be! Think I saw him walking off towards the parking lot!”
“Good, he better not come back! If he does, I'll make sure to hit him twice as
hard!” He's probably the reason why Doubashi is limping.
“I owe you big time!”
“No need, kid! I was just helping a friend! Good thing I was doing repairs in
my secret spot when it went down!” Aoyagi was probably the one to lead Doubashi
there on purpose in hopes K would be around. Smart and responsible I guess, but
he didn't have to fight... what if K wasn't there? I don't want to think about
it.
“Seriously, I owe you! Somehow, someway!” You saved Aoyagi from a far greater
demise, I can't just shake this off as a minor thing.
“Just give me the cash for a pack of smokes and we're even! That's all I ask!
Oh, and maybe more of those cupcakes Tadokoro makes!” Heh, this guy sure is
something...
“Consider it a deal!”
***** Oh yeah, time for more cutesy filler... *****
While K swiftly ran the way with Aoyagi in tow, I stopped by the dorm to
explain the situation to Kaburagi. Without batting an eyelash, he started to
dart towards the school grounds without knowing the location of the office. To
think this would be a good time to catch my breath and perhaps get a smoke
break in, I'm back out the door and jogging in under a minute. I really need a
cigarette right now... but more important matters are at hand. Granted, it
isn't a major injury, but it doesn't change the fact that my partner is hurt.
That bastard is going to pay... somehow.
“It's this way!” I shout back to our guest when reaching the middle courtyard
of the school, every building accessible from right here. It's the quickest
path I know right now, seeing as I've only scanned the university thoroughly
two times.
“I'm to KILL him when I see him!” growls Kaburagi in a fit of rage, “I can't
believe this happened! How -dare- him!!”
“I understand your anger, but don't blow this out of proportion. We need to
calm down...” Slowing to a walking speed, we take the paced approach to the
side entrance of the small workplace. “He only punch him, not like he-”
“'ONLY?!'” I full body flinch from the sudden outburst, his voice loud enough
to echo off the stone walls around us. “That fucker hurt one of my best
friends! Minor injury or not...” He quickly wipes away his face on a forearm to
rid of the wetness on his cheeks. “I'm so glad I broke up with him...”
“... you did? When?”
“When you left... I sent him a text right away. Even if the fight didn't
happen, what we had wasn't healthy... he never hit me before, but there's been
enough times where it came close.” My eyes round out. This wasn't the first
time? “Know it's kind of a dick move to break it off with someone over the
phone, especially by text, but whatever. I didn't want to hear his voice or
response...” Before heading inside, I turn around it gently place a hand atop
his shoulder in attempts to bring some comfort.
“... are you ok? Must be kind of rough to have your first breakup atop of
this.”
“I'm actually... really happy.” His arm lowers to show off the wide, goofy grin
going ear to ear. “We both know he wasn't right for me and it's not like we got
really close. Some first relationships can be really shitty and just be a huge
mistake. Mine sure was...”
“Maybe it wouldn't have been if last week didn't happen...”
“N-no, don't say that! Because it happened, it really opened my eyes about him!
I always knew he had a temper, but I thought it was just that. All bark with no
bite. Guess not... maybe he'll regret it later?” I shake my head.
“You'll never know unless you ask him, which I doubt any talking between you
two is going to happen anytime soon.”
“Yeah... even if he's sorry and still wants to be friends, we'll never be 'an
item' again. Not making that mistake.” A smile returns to my face. You know,
he's more responsible than I thought. To think me or Aoyagi would have to get
involved and try to convince him to stay away, but he's doing it all on his
own. Sure, it could change, but for now... Without much thought, I pull him in
close for a hug. “T-Teshima-san?”
“... I'm glad he never hurt you and for taking this so well. I'm proud of you,
Issa.” I squeeze him tight to my chest for a short moment and release, his head
tipped up at me with eyes round in awe. Whoops, that was an accident. It felt
right to say though.“Sorry, got caught up in the moment. I meant Kaburagi...”
“I-It's alright if you want to call me Issa...” He gaze adverts away from me,
embarrassment written all over his face. “I'd still rather address you by
'Teshima-san' if that's alright... feels more comfortable that way.”
“I'm not offended if you do or suddenly decide to call me 'Junta.' We're good
friends, so it isn't a trouble.” He answers with a slow bob of the head and
avoids any eye contact. Does calling him by his first name mean that much?
Guess so. “Come on, let's not dawdle for any longer. Hajime is waiting for us.”
---
Stepping inside, immediate confusion follows. It look completely deserted, a
single person not seen. Even the receptionist desk is empty. Not like it's
late, so where is everyone? Peering down a hallway on the right, I spot someone
leaned against the wall.
“There you are, Junta-bug!” K says with a wave, “Thought you got lost trying to
find this place. Was just about to come find ya.”
“Sorry for worrying you, had to have a chat with Ka-”
“Please tell me Aoyagi-san is ok!” Kaburagi yelps to interrupt, “It isn't bad,
right?!” He trots over to my neighbor with a whimper under his breath. He's
taking this worse than me.
“Oh hey, it's the orange-head from the party!” K plants a hand atop his head
and playfully scruffs his hair around. “Not like this is a life or death
situation! Calm yourself, kid. He just went in to get an x-ray and is doing
just fine.”
“Oh thank god...” quietly responds Kaburagi with a sniffle, “Sorry, it's
just... he means a lot to me.”
“Understandable, but no cryin' alright?” K looks over to me with a scowl across
his thin lips. “Did the big guy try to mess with you two on the way here?” He's
like a protective big brother.
“Thankfully, he didn't,” I answer with a step forward, “Doubashi is - in fact -
a jerk, but I don't think he'll come back after injuring two people.”
“Doubashi's his name, hm? You guys know him?”
“Y-yeah... he's my boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend now...” K's expression
drastically changes into shock, completely caught off guard by the statement.
It's still hard for me to believe. Could never see those two together. Kaburagi
steps back from and returns to my side, head hung in shame. “I'm really sorry
he hit you too... Aoyagi-san only went to fight for me. You see, Doubashi was
going to strike me, but Aoyagi-san stopped him. It's all my fault...”
“Don't say that... it was Aoyagi-kun's choice to go out there and defend your
honor. That's pretty... awesome! You got some kickass friends, Kabu-kun!”
“K-Kabu-kun?! Ah, that's -so- girly!” A hand covers the bottom portion of his
face to cover his expression. You get embarrassed far too easily.
“Is not!”
“Before we get too caught up, can you answer why no one is here?” I say to turn
the conversation. The hallway is short with three doors on either side. Not
another soul has made a presence, no sounds of talking either.
“Staff is a bit short these days, especially during the summer hours. It should
pick back up once the year starts, but for now, only one doctor and nurse are
here. The doc is currently busy, so we got the nurse handling Aoyagi-kun. Not
worried though. Simple injury and I know the nurse pretty damn well! If you
haven't guessed, I come here often.” Once he mentions it, there is a multitude
of a faint scars mixed in with his facial features; the largest being a scar
straight down his nose bridge. Pretty sure that isn't the only place marks are.
The chat cuts short when the door nearby K opens. A shorter male with short
brown hair and freckles across his cheeks steps out wearing the typical scrubs
of a nurse. “Everything go well in there, Tsuji-kun?”
“This time the machine wanted to work... probably because you weren't in it!”
jests the man, “And again with the 'kun!' I'm ten years older than you, address
me by the right honorific!” They both share a laugh, the two obviously being
decent friends. Inside jokes and all. I offer a bow in hello, Kaburagi joining
along. “Ah, you must be... 'Junta-bug' was it?” I lift my head and nod softly.
“Teshima Junta. A pleasure to meet you, Tsuji-sensei.”
“See? At least this young man knows proper manors!” Tsuji snickers, “The
pleasure is mine. Aoyagi-kun mentioned you as well. Guessing you're roommates?”
“It's... more than that. He's my boyfriend actually.”
“I see... no wonder he was smiling so much when saying your name.” I scratch
the back of head nervously. Hajime can still embarrass me without being in the
same room.
“A-and I'm Kaburagi Issa! I thank you for taking care of my friend, Tsuji-
sensei!” He again offers a bow in thanks.
“It's no trouble! Is my job after all. The x-ray should be done soon, so if you
want, you can wait in the room over there.” He points a finger across the hall.
“I'll return there shorty with him. And K, please don't accidentally punch
anything in there.”
“Not like I'm purposely breaking things, but I'll try!” They again pass a
chuckle to one another before the nurse steps back inside.
“'Accidentally punch?'” I question when steeping over to the other room. What
does he mean by that?
“Oh, almost forgot to mention...” Before continuing, we all enter the small
room and take a seat in the chairs nearby the door. “We're playing this off as
an accident. The long and short is that me and Aoyagi-kun were doing repairs
inside my secret spot - which Tsuji-kun knows about - and we fucked up. I was
hammering in a nail, missed, slammed a finger, got shocked from the pain and
backhanded Aoyagi-kun.” I raise an eyebrow. That's a little hard to believe...
“Even have the injury as legitimate proof!” He shows off his left hand, a thick
bandage wrapped around the thumb. “I actually did hurt myself in there earlier
just like that, so I figured we can use this to our advantage.”
“Then what out your eye?” I comment when gesturing to it. The swelling has
increased over the passing of time, the eye almost completely closed from the
pressure. Hurts just looking at it.
“Yeah, pretty sure the nurse won't believe that Aoyagi-san struck you back
'accidentally,'” adds in Kaburagi. Even an idiot like him understands that's
grasping at straws.
“Oh, this?” He points to it with a toothy grin. “I get these kind of bruises
all the time. Between being a handy-man, cyclist and getting into fights, this
is nothing. Tsuji-kun didn't bring it up, it's a normal thing with me. And
don't play me off as a bad guy! Not like I try to get into scuffles, I do so to
protect my friends. Again, this nurse -knows- me. Like, we're actually buddies
outside school. Grab drinks and cycle together like any other friend.” I swear
this guy is straight out of a action orientated manga series...
“Feels strange to lie, but at the same time, it keeps Hajime and I out of
trouble. Not like Doubashi attends here, so not like he's a constant threat.”
“Exactly what I thought. Figured I didn't have to ask for your permission to do
so,” sighs K when leaning into the seat, “Better to keep the cleanest record
possible. Don't be like me and have it littered with trouble. Doesn't look the
best, but I don't regret a single fight.”
“How bad did you mess up Doubashi anyway?” asks Kaburagi. Wonder if he's asking
that out of curiosity or concern.
“I'll go into detail about that later. Better to not talk about punching some
jerk when the nurse can step in at anytime.” All of us nod in agreement.
Wouldn't be wise to blow our cover, especially when there's an almost perfect
story. I don't think cigarettes and some cupcakes will pay the cost of what K
did, but I'm not going to argue.
After a minute or two passes, the nurse steps back in with Aoyagi following. A
simple strip of bandaging is across the middle portion of his nose bridge,
purple and red bruises peeking out around the edges. The white cloth is
speckled with blood, but it's nothing in comparison to how it was bleeding
before. He immediately smiles towards me.
“Junta.”
“Hey Hajime... you doing alright?”
“He should be. The painkillers should be in full swing now,” answers Tsuji when
clipping the x-ray to the light screen. “Come take a seat over here, Aoyagi-
kun. We're far from being done.” He nods slowly and approaches the cot, a bit
of a sway in his step. Trauma, blood loss and now medicine... I'm surprised
he's still standing. Of course, he has the strength and will of an ox at times.
“Well... as I expected, there's a minor fracture in the cartilage.” He taps a
finger just below the small crack to point it out to us. “It's just below the
bone, so it's nothing major. It will slowly heal over time, around three to
four weeks. Just a hairline fracture.”
“That's good to hear...” follows K in a sigh, “I'd feel like such an ass if I
actually broke it.” That's good for all of us to hear. Glad K is an actor, he's
pulling off the guise of being the guilty party perfectly.
“Just a few centimeters higher and maybe would have. Only your meaty hands can
cause this! Also split the skin... bit much there?” The nurse passes an icy
glare to my neighbor, a thick brow raised high.
“You saw my thumb! I freaked out! How many times do I have to say sorry?!”
“I forgive you,” slurs Aoyagi with legs kicking off the edge, “Was just an
accident.”
“Aoyagi-kun understands! You just don't like me, Tsuji-kun~.”
“Don't start baby talking me. You know it doesn't work.” The nurse removes the
x-ray and places it aside before stepping over to my partner. “Let's see how
well you're clotting. Do tell me if you feel any sort of pain.” Being at a
profile view, I'm able to see the process. Once the gauze and tape are removed,
a single line of blood runs down the length of his nose and drips off onto the
nurses' gloved hand. It stills makes me shudder. “To be on the safe side, I'm
going to apply some stitches. The laceration is deep enough to call for them.
Make yourself comfortable, Aoyagi-kun, this shouldn't take long.”
“How long do they have to stay in?” I question out of curiosity. Poor Hajime
has to deal with these for a few days at least. Going to be strange starting
off the school year with an injury plain in sight.
“Luckily, only four days. If stitches in this area stay in for any longer, they
can cause permanent scars around the wound,” Tsuji answers while gathering the
needed supplies from a cabinet, “For the first twenty four hours, it shouldn't
be cleaned or touched. After that, cleaned once per day. I'll make sure to put
everything on paper once this is done.” He places the items on a small medical
tray as Aoyagi lays himself down, a deep breath taken in. I'm so glad I'm not
the one on that cot right now... I wouldn't be able to stomach having a needle
so close to my face.
“I-I don't think I'll be able to watch this...” mumbles Kaburagi meekly.
“Was just about to say, this can be a dirty sight to see. Can always wait
outside until the procedure is done. Aoyagi-kun will be out of here in no
time!”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” I follow. I don't want to see this as much as
Kaburagi. I stand to my feet and make my way to the exit. “Coming, K?”
“Nah, I'll keep Tsuji-kun company. Not like Aoyagi-kun is much for
conversation, especially while hopped up on painkillers. You two go ahead.”
Giving a nod, we make our way outside the room and take a seat on a nearby
bench. With a sigh, I run a hand though my mess of hair and finally start to
relax.
“You ok?”
“Yeah... just relieved that nothing too serious happened. You know, an actual
broken nose can mess up a cyclist. It can cut off some of your ability to
breath and- well, I'll save you the technical mumbo-jumbo. It just could have
been worse.”
“Oh boy, am I glad. Doesn't change the fact that I'm pissed, but I'll let it go
for now. Doubashi can be dealt with later. Scarring Aoyagi-san like this... a
permanent reminder that I'm just a burden on you two...”
“You have to stop blaming yourself. It's not-” I look over to him to see more
tears running down his reddened cheeks. “Issa... please. This was all Doubashi.
You bringing him over doesn't place any fault on you.”
“I-I guess so...” he whimpers, “It's just... I could have stopped them if I
reacted sooner. I just... froze in fear.”
“I did too, but then then I forced myself to go out. If it was just a few
seconds sooner, I could have prevented it too. … But there's no use lingering
on the past. What's done is done.” We both fall to silence, giving time to
think the situation over. I don't want to fall into my past habits of seeking
revenge, but every piece of me is screaming in protest. Doubashi deserves to be
punished, yet I can't think of a single way how to approach it. Maybe the
breakup will be enough, seeing as he legitimately seemed to care a lot about
Kaburagi. The affection I've seen is the normal between a new couple, but I
felt something deeper. Unsure why, but my gut tells me Doubashi may regret his
actions and come begging forgiveness. It could be like when Fukutomi-san showed
up to give his apologies to Kinjou-san when I was a first-year. Time is what we
all need to come to a final conclusion.
A solid ten minutes slowly tick by, Kaburagi's gaze glued to the door the whole
time. Can understand why he's so worried, but at least he's being patient and
waiting quietly. Can always try to strike up a causal conversation to occupy
ourselves, but have a feeling it won't do a single thing. He's to worried about
Hajime. Really, I'm enjoying this little mental break. From all the bickering
and blood earlier, this is a change of pace I'm thoroughly enjoying. The break
ends after five more minutes pass, the door swinging open and K stepping out
with Aoyagi close at his side. A fresh bandage is across his nose, thankfully
covering the unsightly stitches underneath.
“Aoyagi-san!” yelps Kaburagi when springing to his feet. Aoyagi is lending
heavily against K's side to keep himself upright, eyes showing that he isn't
fully here in reality. That half-blank stare associated with those going long
hours without sleep.
“He's fine, just a little loopy from the pain meds. Should fade off in an hour
so, according to Tsuji-kun,” K comments when shaking a small bag at his side.
“Got everything sorted out and he's ready to return home. Got everything right
here.”
“Bet he wants to relax more than any of us!” I chuckle. Aoyagi lets a slight
giggle escape his lips when shifting his weight back to his own feet, eyes
lingering over to Kaburagi.
“Issa... Issa...” he repeats when taking the few steps forward, arms extended
out. Without much time to react, Aoyagi embraces the redhead into a hug and
hums happily. “Issa is ok...” Oh man, he sounds like he's completely smashed.
Think the nurse gave him a -bit- too much painkiller...
“Y-yeah!” our guest stammers back, clearly taken aback by being called by his
first name, “Of course I'm fine Aoyagi-san! I'm so happy you are!” Snickering,
Kaburagi hugs him right back.
“Looks like he wants to call you Issa too! Guess we're both thinking the same
thing.”
“What a touching moment between friends~,” jests K with a playful nudge at my
shoulder. “Promised I'd help Tsuji-kun clean up the clinic, but I'll escort you
guys back home just in case this Doubashi decides to show up again.”
“Don't think there's any need for that, but we thank you. Let's go home,
Hajime.” I extend a hand out for him to hold, but he continues to cling to
Kaburagi like a child with a stuffed animal. He shakes his head with a
disapproved grunt.
“Issa,” he states simplistically. He's not going to leave his side for a while,
that's for sure.
“Alright, alright. You can walk with him. Make sure he stays on his feet,
Issa.”
“You can count on me! Wanna hold my hand?” Nodding, my partner immediately
grips onto one of his hands and begins walking forward. K and myself stay
behind them to keep a close eye, a smile present on both our lips.
“You guys need to stop being so affectionate! Bringing me back to my highschool
days...” K gushes with a roll of the eyes. I agree with you there, K. Those two
are too adorable to take sometimes.
 
---
The walk back was occupied with the conversation of how K fended off the
uninvited guest. As to be expected, it wasn't anything too glorious like they
depicted in TV shows, but awesome to hear none-the-less. After Aoyagi was
struck, K charged in and pushed them apart in attempts to just break the
conflict. Although, Doubashi wasn't going to back down any time soon. A fist
swung out and struck my neighbor square in the eye, but being used to the
abuse, it didn't phase him the slightest. That's when K lowered and punched
straight into Doubashi's gut. That knocked the wind out of him, causing his
upper body to hunch down. With the advantage, K followed the already heavy blow
with a solid hit to Doubashi's lower back. His legs then gave in and fell
straight to the ground face first, immobilized. He did the favor of also
stomping the back of Doubashi's knee just in case he came running once back on
his feet. Thinking that was enough, K then brought Aoyagi closer to the
treeline to further their distance. When Doubashi managed to stand, he just
growled something incoherent and started to walk away with that limp. He gave
up so easily, but I would too if my opponent obviously had the upper hand. K
didn't over glorify the story to make it seem like something more heroic
happened, just the straight simple facts of what went down. He's honest, I can
tell. Sure Aoyagi can back up that story once he sobers up.
Otherwise, no conflict happened during the walk. Once we arrived at the dorm, K
stuck around for a few extra minutes as a just in case measure. Completely
certain Doubashi left, but there's nothing wrong with being too careful. This
gave the chance to hand off the yen needed for his favorite brand of smokes.
Instead of giving the money needed for said cupcakes, I promised to take a ride
with him to Tadokoro-san's bakery. Do have a gift card for there and I don't
mind covering the cost of anything his heart desires. Gives an excuse to visit
Tadokoro-san as well. Once K leaves, I pick up the discarded plates from before
and return the uneaten portions into the pot. No use wasting it, only an hour
or so has passed. Clicking the stove back on, I peer into the front room to see
Aoyagi still stuck around one of Kaburagi's arms and refusing to let go.
“You two hungry? Warming up our dinner.” Kaburagi turns his head towards with a
confused look.
“Uh... yeah, I can still eat, but I thought you guys would kick me out now.”
“What are you talking about? Just because Doubashi was a nuisance, it doesn't
mean you are. We still have a nice night to enjoy together. Think Hajime
agrees.” I catch the motion of him nodding with a soft hum to give approval.
“Really? I mean... that was pretty brutal and-”
“Issa.” When Kaburagi's head turns back, Aoyagi sits up just enough to plant a
gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I want you to stay...” Just what I
thought.
“O-oh! Aoyagi-san... if you're sure. And I should be one the one kissing -your-
nose!”
“We're both sure and it's -my- job to kiss his nose better,” I laugh in return.
“Knowing you, bet you brought something fun for us to do together!” I return
inside the kitchen to pay attention to the food, an ear open for the
conversation. Hopefully he has something to get his mind off the fight.
“I sure did!” There's the sound of rustling, most likely him pulling something
out of his backpack. “I got some awesome movies to watch! Really gory and
action packed!”
“R-rated movies, how edgy!” I sarcastically comment.
“No, you don't understand! One of them was banned from the theaters because of
how scary it is! I don't know if that sounds fun though... it's just movies.”
“Sounds perfect,” I hear Aoyagi say softly, “Let's wait until it's dark so it's
extra spooky.” May just be the painkillers talking, but I'm glad he's in a good
mood.
“I agree with Hajime~. Does sound like fun.”
“I knew you two couldn't say no to a few good scares! How about we watch the
last few episodes of Love Hime I wasn't able to catch until it's night? Did
bring back the dvds~.”
Now this was the night I was hoping for...
***** Oh yeah, why the hell not...? *****
Chapter Summary
     (( Annnd back to Aoyagi~. ))
[“You better be happy that I'm in a decent mood today...” The hand
uncomfortably squeezes my shoulder. Don't do anything Hajime. He's not going to
hurt you.“Nothing? You'll forever be the silent type, Bambi-chan... Here to
warn you as well. If you -ever- touch Orange again, I'll make sure you regret
it.” Those piercing eyes stare straight down at me, no sign of this being a
joke found. He's dead serious. My gaze adverts as I express a slow nod to
respond. His free hand then suddenly grasps at my jaw and tips my head upwards;
forcing to make eye contact. “You look at me when I'm talking to you, got it?
We're not done here.” A lump forms inside my throat, terror shaking in every
bone and my blood boiling. Thought I've gotten over the fear of this man... its
still so prevalent though. I want to push him away, but I can't find the
strength to move.
Why am I so afraid...?
“Good Bambi-chan~. This would be a great opportunity to put you in your place,
but I don't want to see my Orange upset.” The deadpan expression shifts into a
toothy grin, thick brows arched high. “But I think I got my point across. Can
see the fear in those eyes of yours.” He releases me and flops down to the
couch with a grunt. “Orange came here to have fun, so I may as well -try- to
get along. For his sake.” What a sudden shift in tone... he's holding back his
temper just for Kaburagi. How surprising. “Truthfully, that dinner does smell
good. Mind if I grab some? I'm starving!”
“G-go ahead...” I finally speak, a shake in my breath. I stand completely still
as I watch him immediately begin digging in, a smile now on the corners of his
lips. Threatening me and then pretending nothing happened? Like I'm going to
shrug that off... but I think I know why I'm so intimidated by him. I drop back
down to my seat and causally nibble on my own serving, the near dead silence
making the tension in the air thicker. There's not much I can say or even do.
How are we going to handle having -him- breathing down our necks all night? If
me or Junta step in and try to make him leave, there's sure to be conflict.
That's the last thing we need.
Please come back, Junta... or I could just find you. Enough minutes have passed
for me to grow tired of the awkward silence anyway.
After placing my dish aside, I shuffle over towards the front door and snatch
Junta's sweater off the nearby hook. Doubashi doesn't protest, he simply
continues munching down while scanning over the room. I clutch it hard to my
chest to give myself some comfort. I need to get away... just for a few
minutes. I'm afraid...
I'm afraid he's going to hurt Kaburagi.]
 
---
My eyes slowly open to see the front room sideways, the flickering of
television drawing my attention. I'm laying down? The selection screen for
episodes of Love Hime is up, the catchy theme song playing in the background at
low volume. I must have drifted off. Know we had dinner, but after that is a
blur. Guess all the stress of today hit me. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I
roll over and feel that I'm not fully on the couch, I'm resting on something.
Or someone.
“Oh hey, you're awake~. That was a quick nap!” Staring up, the bubbly, bright
eyed Kaburagi grins down at me. My head is propped up on his lap and his right
arm is wrapped around my upper torso; like he's holding me in place.
“Issa...?” I mumble weakly. Where did Junta go?
“You were probably thinking I'd be Teshima-san, but nope! I'm your pillow
today! Was his idea actually. You fell asleep leaning on my shoulder and he was
the one to lift you onto me. No idea why.” His head cants to the side with a
mellow chuckle. “Think he didn't want to move you much. Said you looked
comfortable. Also made sure you didn't slip off. Wouldn't want you getting two
injuries!” My hand moves over my nose, the bandage still in it's proper place.
I wish that was all a dream. “Am I a good pillow? I bet I am!”
“You are,” I answer while sitting up. I offer a smile in thanks and lounge back
onto the cushion to straighten my back. “Was a nice nap. How long was I out?”
“Only about... hrm, forty minutes? Enough for two episodes to pass by. Got up
at a good time too! We're going to watch the -epic- climax of the season once
Teshima-san returns from having a smoke break.” Figured that's where he was.
Reaching over, I nab a water bottle off the coffee table and gulp down a fair
amount to rid the dryness in my throat. Must have slept with my mouth open.
“Annnnd, seeing as I was -such- a good pillow, I don't mind if you want to keep
laying on me.” He's clearly joking, so I respond with a playful smirk.
“Isn't it a little too soon for you to start flirting with me again?” Unsure if
he can tell, but I'm joking too.
“I-I didn't mean it like that!” He raises his hands up defenselessly and
rapidly shakes his head. I'll take that as a no. “Just, you know, trying to be
a good friend!” Right, sure you are. “And I promised Teshima-san I wouldn't
show any affection towards you anymore. It's a lot harder than I thought,
seeing as you still kiss me and junk. Doesn't he get mad?”
“Not really,” I answer with a shrug, “It's probably not helping you get over
me.”
“It really isn't, but... I like it, so I'm not going to stop you.” He looks
away, that coyness he had during the Sprinter's Dash returning. He still feels
awkward around me, even after all we've been through? “Find it strange Teshima-
san allows you to do that and I'm not.”
“He knows there's nothing serious between us, so he just finds it cute.”
“I just wish there was something...” I catch the movement of his hand across
the cushion so it nears mine, fingers trembling slightly. “S-sorry... it's
just... you know I feel. Now that the thing happened with Doubashi... you...
defended me. I-I-I- erm, like, I've never had anyone do that for me.” I didn't
think I had the courage, but my body moved on it's own. There was no thought
behind it either... I just went for it. I had to do something.
“I get it, you're thanking me and giving your apologies. It was no trouble.”
“You don't understand. Why did you do that for me?”
“Because I care about you. You're my friend.” You even said that back to me
during that drunken night in the secret spot. Friends helps each other, simple
as that.
“A-Aoyagi-san... you have to stop doing things for me. It's making it difficult
not to like you.” The hand again moves so it lays atop mine. Issa... I know
it's hard, especially after a breakup, but you can't keep torturing yourself
like this. It's only going to hurt you more and more. And I'm not just going to
stop caring about you... or suddenly have affections for you. Granted, there's
some, but not enough to consider a relationship. Ever. After all, I love Junta
through and through. “At least we'll be going to different schools now. Maybe
this whole thing will stop in due time. I -am- a confused teenager... can't
believed I actually had feelings for Doubashi too. … B-but, ah! Well then! This
isn't the best conversation to have right now, huh? What an idiot I am for
bringing it up!”
“You're holding my hand.”
“Wah! Sorry!” He quickly returns to his goofy, energetic self when pulling
back. Admittedly, that was sort of adorable. “Didn't think about it, like it
moved on it's own!”
“It's alright.” Can't blame him for wanting to be this close, I was just as
attached after my stitches were finished. I didn't want to leave his side.
Something has been on my mind ever since the fight broke out, so this would be
a good time to ask. “Can I ask you something about Doubashi?”
“H-huh? Why, what's up?”
“Been curious on how he treated you. You know, as a couple.” That relationship
started through violence, lies and fear. I just hope it didn't remain like
that. Truthfully, I could feel a strange connection between them, but it could
have been just the thrill of a new relationship.
“Ah... he was sweet and gentle. Like, you didn't get hear slash see how he was
like in the hospital during the Sprinter's Dash, so it's hard to explain. He...
loves me a lot. We had tons of fun together too! Romantic-like dinners, movies,
cycling together like a team! Man, haven't had that much fun with someone
besides Danchiku in, well, never!” He pauses to let out a sigh, most likely
reflecting on the events. Sounds like a decent first relationship. “He was so
sorry for what happened during that race, so I have a feeling it's going to
repeat. Soon enough he'll throw his apologies at me and I won't know what to
say. Sure, he did have some arguments, but he never hurt me. Today though...
I'm one hundred percent sure he would have if you weren't here. Don't know if I
can ever forgive him for hurting the one I truly care about.” His fingers
intertwine with one another on his lap, clearly uncomfortable.
“Issa...”
“I can't see us being friends either once I think about it. If he still has a
thing for me, it could make it seriously awkward. And to mention how... eh- how
I feel about you. Would just cause for conflict and struggle. It's just better
I keep my distance, right?” He looks to me with a worrisome gaze, expecting
I'll have the answer.
“That's all up to you.” Not much advice I could give him about this. It's up to
his own judgments and feelings.
“Yeah. Think I'll worry about that when the times comes. For now, it's great to
hang out with you and Teshima-san.” He taps the bridge of his nose with a
finger. “Is this doing alright?”
“A little sore, but no real pain yet.” Not looking forward to it throbbing
again. With being seated so close, Kaburagi easily leans in to quickly place a
kiss to the bandage. He remains mere inches away from my face as he chuckles
nervously.
“Know that was supposed to be Teshima-san's job, but I wanted to help make it
feel better. Hope that's alright...” You moron, you just wanted an excuse to
kiss me. Have a feeling if I ever needed CPR, he'd rush through a crowd to
reach me first. Still appreciate the gesture though. Probably some guilt
lingering in the back of his mind, perhaps thinking all of this was his fault.
Same time, pretty sure Junta had a talk with him while my injury was being
treated.
“Why are you so close...?”
“Oh... it's just, even with that bandage and bruising, you're still just as
handsome. Know you still will be once it heals up and leaves a scar.” Just like
his old ways, he can't help but stare. So quick to flirt just after breaking a
relationship off? You really are an idiot... but an adorable idiot. Seeing as
he's being so forward about his feelings, I may as well be too.
“Despite the conflict that came, I did have fun on that night. Someday, I
wouldn't mind...” My voice fades out when I stroke the back of my hand softly
against his cheek, red eyes widening and brows high. Weren't expecting that,
huh? “... doing that again. As friends, no personal feelings. Just... for the
thrill and fun of it.”
“R-really...?” His smile widens when pushing his skin against mine
affectionately. His voice falls to a whisper, “So you'll have sex with me, but
never have a relationship? Cruel, Aoyagi-san...” He doesn't sound offended or
hurt, just lighthearted and curious.
“If that's alright... and it would have to be with Junta. Wouldn't want him
left out.”
“And he's fine with this...?” I nod to answer. “... as I said to Teshima-san
earlier, sex is just sex to me. Just something fun to do. Don't you think it's
strange to sleep with the person that has a serious crush on you?” Knew he was
going to bring that up. It is, but I feel comfortable asking; oddly enough.
Perhaps it's because we've done this one time before, would feel strange asking
someone new.
“Do you think it will make you yearn for me even more?”
“... I don't think so. I mean, you said it's just for fun right? Not like it
would be that deep romantic scenario between couples. Just to...” He draws
close so our noses bump softly, eye contact locked. “Feel good~. Sort of
remember being loud about it... bet you fucked me hard.” I nibble at my lower
lip from the statement. Guess my fantasies will happen... Might as well play
with him a bit, just to get the fire started.
“Enough to make Junta shut you up,” I say with a slight purr in my voice, “This
time though... I want you to make me and Junta cry out. Satisfy both of us...”
My hand slides of his face and relocates to a thigh of his, fingers pressed and
trailing over the clothing.
“Go on...” he huffs out with anticipation, “This sounds interesting...”
“Thinking you deep inside Junta... I want to see if someone else can make him
cry out.” At least, that's what -I- want. Kaburagi's eyes fall half lidded with
an added dry gulp, the corners of his lips upturned to a smile.
“Didn't know you were this perverted... learn something new everyday, they say.
You're probably really happy I broke it off with Doubashi now. Can do this
again without any guilt, on both ends.”
“I'm just happy you're safe from him. You'd be comfortable doing this right
after the breakup?”
“Do I have to say it again? He -hurt- you...” His head tips so his lips again
press to the concealed wound. “Forget him. He's not worth getting upset over.
As you can tell, I'm in a good mood about it. Well, except the part about the
injury.” He gives another quick peck and returns to eye level, evident redness
on his rounded cheeks. “I'm a moron for going out with him in the first place.
You and Teshima-san know that. No use worrying about the past, right?” Now I
know Junta talked some sense into him, Kaburagi wouldn't normally speak like
this unless someone shed some light. My hand again moves to sharply grip his
inner thigh, voice crackling out into a squeak of surprise. His legs part to
give me more room to explore, fingers trailing over the evident shape under his
cargos. Getting hard from a few touches and sultry words? Now who's the eager
one?
“Had a feeling you two would be getting close almost right away.” Turning my
head, Junta is just making his way inside, a cheeky grin across his face. With
being distracted, I didn't the door slide open.
“WAH! S-s-sorry Teshima-san!” Kaburagi blurts after sliding away from me, head
sunk between his shoulders. I told you Junta was fine with this, no need to
scurry away like a teenager being caught by their parents. I offer a
mischievous smile to my partner as he slides off his coat, his expression
mirroring mine.
“What are you sorry about? Pretty sure he explained I'm fine with being
intimate, as long as I'm around. Getting started without me Hajime? Greedy,
greedy~.” He wags a finger at me with a few clicks of the tongue, sarcastically
scolding me. You know how I've been lately, Junta. Bet you expected it.
Probably didn't expect it to be Kaburagi again though. “Didn't think the day
would come so early, but hell, not like I'm complaining. Already get over
Doubashi?”
“Short answer, yeah? I explained it to Aoyagi-san, good enough right?”
“Guess so, but already fooling around -just- after a breakup? You really are a
moron~.”
“Hey!” Kaburagi shouts and turns to point accusingly at me. “He started it!”
“It's rude to point,” I comment out of the blue. His jaw then hangs loose in
awe, not expecting me to say anything back. Got you.
“It really is,” Junta says when closing the distance and taking the seat now
between us. “You should use those fingers for more practical things.”
“... like what?”
“Just come here~.” Junta now sounds just as eager as I am. I'm starting to like
the direction this is going. Our guest starts to scoot closer, but is halted by
Junta's grasp at a hip. Seated on the edge of the cushion, he guides him over
his lap; legs parting and straddling atop. Being at the right level, Junta
immediately begins nipping and licking at his exposed neck.
“T-Teshima... san...” he mewls softly when curling his fingers into his shirt
for support. With curiosity dominating me, I simply watch with a hungry gaze.
Feathery kisses are made across his collarbone before latching and sharply
suckling the flesh; Kaburagi's voice picking up into higher pitched moans.
Junta's hips rock under the weight, giving that extra tease to the already
heated embrace. What got you so worked up, Junta? Is it the thrill of touching
someone with me mere feet away? How naughty. Once a visible mark is left,
Junta's head tips up to make eye contact. Without a second thought, Kaburagi is
the one to close the gap between their lips. Both express a soft moan of
approval, Kaburagi's hips beginning to rock back in pace as tongues pass
between their maws.
Now this is an interesting sight... Junta kissing another man. Unsure why, but
this is getting me excited more than anything. My legs squeeze together to feel
my manhood already sporting some stiffness, that warm feeling built in my lower
stomach. How... lewd. Quickly, I pick the remote off the coffee table and flip
the TV off. Not exactly the best make out music. Nibbling at my lower lip, I
calmly watch the pair in silence. I'll let this play out, may become more
interesting then my earlier fantasy.
“You... taste like an ashtray...” gags Kaburagi during a break for air, brows
knitted in distaste.
“Kinda forgot about that, sorry,” replies my partner with a snide grin, “Guess
no more kissing then. Right when I just starting to really enjoy your taste...”
A hand glides from a hip to press a finger to the other set of lips. “Can
always use my mouth other places...” That damn erotic voice Junta has... always
sends a shiver straight through my spine. Kaburagi responds with a goofy smile
and glances over to me for a brief second. Not the reaction I was expecting.
“I have an idea...” Leaning in close to Junta's ear, he whispers something I'm
not able to catch wind of. Now planning things without my knowledge... you two
are trying to get me extra flustered. And it's working. Junta's expression
changes drastically, eyes going round in surprise.
“Oh ho ho, you're quite the dirty talker...” Junta snickers, “I like it.”
“Knew you would!” Kaburagi removes himself and takes the seat right next me,
hips bumped. “Aoyagi-san deserves some attention too...” After teasing glide
over my groin, a finger hooks under the hem of my shirt and raises it so my
upper torso is exposed. Gulping, I hold the material in place as he snakes an
arm around my back so the hand rests against my right pectoral. As for Junta,
he relocates onto his knees and between my legs. He quickly tugs down the
waistband of my sleeping pants, my manhood springing free into the open air.
“He does deserve it. You're so hard Hajime...~” You don't have to comment on
that, Junta! What's with all the dirty talking...? It's not helping my
excitement, it's only making me throb for more attention. Although, my internal
pleas are fulfilled when the warmth of Junta's tongue swipes over the tip,
taking it the small amount of pre-cum. There's a shaky breath before he takes
the first few centimeters inside, lips curved around the head and suckling
softly.
“He's hard in other places too~,” sing-songs Kaburagi when he begins to squeeze
and rub at my nipple between two fingers. This causes my voice to crack out, a
single groan followed a long exhale. So many sensations at once... so this was
your plan. How thoughtful. Displaying a smirk, my head turns so I meet the red-
eyes of my younger friend. I'm never seen him this pleased, lust written all
over his face. To make things more exciting on his end, I reach over and undo
the single button and zipper on his trousers. This prompts him to sit up for a
moment to slide them partway down his legs, plaid and orange colored briefs
coming along. I hold back any statements or judgmental glances at the horrible
choice of undergarments to just sink into the moment. Can always taunt him
about it later.
With a solid grip, I make paced jerks to the length to earn to satisfactory of
his voice falling into soft moans. This encourages him to give more attention
to my chest, fingers pinching harder than before. To be honest, I'm not the
most sensitive in that area, but there's a tingle regardless. My legs part
further when feeling Junta's fingers on either of my thighs, signaling he'd
like more room. Beforehand, he does the favor of stripping off the trousers and
tossing them aside. With the access, his mouth works further down the shaft
with tongue pressed firmly on the underside. My head cranks backwards to breath
out heavily, eyes wanting to roll to the back of my head. Kaburagi's free hand
then brushes my hair aside to place light kisses to my arm and lower neck, more
ticklish than erotic, but I again appreciate the efforts in trying to please
me. Not like he knows that's actually my sensitive spot.
“Pfft, you're even quiet during this...” mummers Kaburagi with his lips against
my shoulder, “If I was on the receiving end of this, I'd be moaning my head
off!” Junta's motions stop, blue eyes up at us.
“Oh, he can get loud,” comments Junta after popping the item from his mouth,
“You just have to work for it.” My heart leaps into my throat. Oh, don't tell
him that... I'm already having troubles holding back.
“Work for it, eh...? Little teases like this ain't gunna work then~.”
Unwrapping himself, Kaburagi stands to his feet to shake away the pants at his
ankles and slide off his shirt. Undressing isn't going to do much, but at least
I'm getting the full view now. Damn... didn't realize how nice of a body he had
until now. Well toned legs connected to a perky, yet firm butt. He's been
training hard, can tell that much. He returns to couch, only this time, laying
on his side with feet hanging off the far end. Shouldering my hip, his spiked
hair tickles my stomach when his mouth comes in contact with my manhood. My
hips scoot forward to give him more room, my shoulders sunk deep into the
cushion. Can't exactly watch, but I feel his tongue run up and down the entire
length on the side; Junta's soon joining at the underside. Now this causes my
voice to involuntarily slip past my lips.
Talk about a tongue bath... having two slick and warm tongues across me... oh
gods, I want to come already.
Seems like little to no time passes before Kaburagi twists his body so his
mouth hovers over me. Junta leans to the side to wipe away his mouth and also
watch the motion of him taking it. Without any foreplay, almost my full size is
wrapped in the warm tunnel; throat muscles clenched. Unsure if he's trying to
impress me or it's from gagging, but it feels amazing regardless.
“Such greedy people in this house,” Junta says with the roll of the eyes. With
the break, he also strips himself down to nothing; his manhood firm in hand.
“I'd be lying to say I'm not getting a little impatient.” Poor Junta, looks
like he took your job. He's doing a fantastic job at it too. Kaburagi doesn't
stop for a second, throat taking as much as he can without causing a gag reflex
to kick in. My toes flex into the soft carpet below, breaths becoming uneven
and body flushed with heat.
Fuck... keep going.
A hand rests at the back of his head to help guide and encourage the act, the
sound of his muffled moans ringing in my ears.
“Issa...~” I purr as my lower body clenches, eyes closing to truly sink into
the sensations. Can't stop now, not when I'm this close. To my surprise, the
sudden feeling of warmth on my scrotum is added. Slippy tongue and soft lips
pucker around the skin, adding in more pleasure to the sensitive area.
“Junta...~” Get a little jealous there? But shit, this feels ten times better
than the act before, my nerves being sent on overdrive. Multiple tingles run
down my neck and to the tips of my toes, thighs trembling slightly from the
overwhelming feeling. Thought I was being loud enough from my breathing, but
now I'm full on moaning; completely under control to the lust. I can't hold
back anymore... just like that boys.
Gods... yes...!!
Fingers dig hard into the mess of orange hair when the force of my climax hits,
brain frizzling out for half a second and spots forming in my vision when
cracking my eyes open. Kaburagi's throat rejects the intrusion, head pulling
back before it concludes. With the angle it's held at by Kaburagi's fingers at
the base, my fluids splash into Junta's hair and down his face once he sits up.
He's caught off guard by this, eyes closing and lips curving to a scowl. Been a
while since I've given Junta a facial... he never looks pleased when it
happens. Kaburagi covers his mouth with the free hand to suppress his coughs, a
laugh deep in his chest.
“S-sorr- cuh-” He clears his throat and swallows down any liquid before
attempting to speak again. “Sorry Teshima-san, thought I could handle it,
but...”
“Yeah... I know...” my partner grumbles with annoyance. Even with hair and
possibly mood ruined, his tongue peeks past his lips to slurp up a fair amount
that trickled down. Knew he'd somewhat enjoy it. “Need to get this cleaned up
before doing anything else.” He excuses himself to the bathroom, leaving me and
Kaburagi exchanging awkward glances.
“... did I fuck up?” he questions meekly. He passes a nervous laugh when
sitting back up. I shake my head, my breathing slowing to a tolerable rate. My
heartbeat is still going crazy, the climax hitting my body hard. Definitely
needs a few minutes to recover.
“It's fine,” I murmur, “No one likes getting messy like that.”
“Good point, I'd be a little annoyed too. Just hope I didn't ruin the mood!” He
did nothing of the sort, probably just encouraged Junta to be more domineering.
Just because I reached my peek doesn't mean this moment is over, so I should
keep things going while my partner is away. Not wanting to reopen my wound, my
hands are going to play the main role. Straightening against the seat, I mirror
the motion Kaburagi done to me just a few minutes ago; arm wrapped around his
torso to play with his chest. My other hand finds it's way around his shaft,
making him gasp in surpise.. Slowly, I slide his length up and back down; grip
gentle and then firm on each pass over the head.
Not saying a word, the red-head melts in my touch. A single finger rolls
circles at the nub of his nipple, the skin becoming hard and erect. His voice
cracks into a squeak with a shiver following, eyes falling half lidded when
watching my work. Fingers lace together when rolling my palm, adding twisting
motions to mix things up. This causes the receiver to press his back against
the cushion and roll his hips into it, adding more friction and stimulation. My
eyes are locked on watching his expression, moist lips slightly parted and
moans sharp.
Hrm... Issa~. I like the way you moan for me too. Your cock is throbbing for
more...
“Ngh- ah! Aoyagi-san...” he voice sings fluently. He's so sensitive... so fun
to play with. I could easily make him come right now, but my tugs slow to just
simply keep things hot and heavy. Junta needs his attention too, you know.
Speaking of which, the sound of the bathroom door opening is heard, followed by
the soft thud of footsteps in the opposite direction. Getting something from
the bedroom? After a few seconds pass, Junta returns to the front room with his
hair parted down the middle and slightly dampened.
“Seeing as that was sort of a turn off...” he begins with a soft sigh, “you're
going to have to do something about that, Issa.” From his right hand, he tosses
a small bottle of lubricant next to Kaburagi. “You're using that on me.” Those
red eyes go wide, my own matching. Junta...
“... thought you'd be punishing me. That's odd.” I peel away from him to watch
the interaction with interest, an amused smirk across my face. Perfect.
“Figured this would be a good time for you to try anal on the giving end. Would
be your first time, hm?” A chortle comes from him and begins to clean off a
space on the coffee table for unknown reasons. Just what is up your sleeve,
Junta?
“Y-yeah... didn't think I'd try with you two, but I like the idea,” Kaburagi
mumbles coyly, “You'll help if I mess up someway, right Aoyagi-san?” Giving
lessons in sex? What am I, the Kamasutra?
“Don't think you could 'mess up,' but some tips would be good,” Junta says when
propping his elbows and forearms against the cleaned side of the table; knees
buckled on the carpet. Doggy style, simple, but a good position for a first
timer. “Don't just sit there, come on over~.” Junta sticks his tongue out at us
and hips waggle playfully back and forth. Junta... stop being cute. Otherwise,
-I'll- be the one behind you. Nodding sheepishly, Kaburagi snatches the bottle
up and relocates behind him; anxiety plastered on his face. My guidance
wouldn't be a bad thing. Plus, could get me worked up again.
“Just use a little,” I comment when kneeling next to him, “Don't need much.”
The younger one again nods and snaps the bottle open. “Should warm him up first
though.”
“Agreed. Time to use those fingers for more practical things!” Junta jests. Is
he trying to break the mood by being this silly? At least the dirty talking
seems to be over... for now.
“A-alright... just a little right?” He dispenses a fair amount onto two fingers
and peers to me for approval. You have to experiment, you know. Not like I'm
going to guide you the whole way through.
“That's enough. One at a time now. And slowly.” I'll play along, this is
actually sort of entertaining. It's a strange scenario, but I know Junta is
also getting a kick out of it. Not the activity I expected to be doing today.
With a dry gulp, Kaburagi does as told by slowly pressing his index finger
inside with palm upwards. Being the tutor, I help by holding his wrist and
guiding him in and out at a suitable pace. Junta responds with a loving hum,
breath fluttery and warm. Once enough of the liquid is worked in, I coax
Kaburagi's hand to move at a deeper and faster pace. The nervousness starts to
subside when Junta starts to moan fully, Kaburagi's lips curling into a
perverted grin. Thinking he has it under control, I release and move myself to
behind him. With head peeked to the side, I eagerly watch the motion with my
hips pressed against the red-head's backside. My manhood is starting to react
again, the necessary cool down after climax over. It normally takes me far
longer to get worked up again, but given the circumstances, I'm not surprised
by the urges.
“Does it feel good, Teshima-san?” Partner communication? He's learning fast.
“Yeah... but think I'm ready for another. Be gentle though...”
“First,” I add in, “Turn your hand around.” Kaburagi peers to me for a brief
second and then back, again following my instructions. Pulling out, his hand
flips and slowly inserts the two digits; the lubrication doing its intended job
by letting them glide in smoothly.
“Any particular reason?” he questions curiously. Good to be asking questions...
he's going to learn a lot today. I rub my cheek tenderly against his shoulder
when I place my hands on each his hips, my hardening length twitching.
“Can really please him like that. Try curling your fingers down when you're
nice and deep.”
“Oh... like this?” When hitting close to the knuckle, the slight movement of
them flexing inside is made. Junta's leg muscles instantly flinch with a hard
moan and he eagerly arches back into them.
“Y-yeah... like that,” he answers sharply, “Now keep moving them and hit that
spot with your fingers like that.” Again nodding, Kaburagi sloppily attempts to
keep up the necessary pace and length to repeat the action. Never going to be
perfect on the first attempt, but I'll let him figure this out on his own. He
eventually pick it up by listening to Junta's reactions, a more suitable rhythm
found. “A-ah! Yes... right there...” My partner's lower half rises slightly to
get the most of the experience, his cries becoming non-stop as his prostate is
toyed with.
Hearing him moan from someone else... he's not over playing it either. He's
thoroughly enjoying it. My hands grip Kaburagi's hips with more force before
grinding my half erect manhood against his skin. Issa... make him feel good.
Apparently unable to take the buildup any longer, Kaburagi withdraws and lines
his length up to press just the tip into the stretched walls.
“You seem wet enough. You think I need more lub though?” he asks in a shaky
breath, body quivering with anticipation.
“Should be fine. I'll tell you if anything feels wrong.” His hips move back to
insert a few more centimeters, eagerly prompting for more. “Take your time... I
want you to fuck me real good.” Kaburagi and I coo simultaneously from the
simple sentence, both yearning to fill Junta's cravings. Letting Kaburagi have
control, I don't guide him in the slightest when taking the first few thrusts.
Around half his length is bucked in and out from the tunnel, indeed taking his
time and testing the waters.
“How does he feel, Issa?” I nosily ask with a mischievous smirk. Tell me...
“Fuck... he's really warm and slippery. Mhm~! ... it feels like he sucking me
in.”
“Why don't you go a little deeper...? Think Junta wants that.” At this point,
I'll fully hard again and aching for sexual fulfillment. Kaburagi is so warm
too... My heart thumps against my chest and up near my throat, warm droplets up
sweat rolling down my back. Ease into this, Hajime. Don't take this too fast.
To please our guest further, my mouth moves to his neck to breath out hots
breaths. He quivers and begins pressing further, hips rocking at double the
speed. My hearing is filled with the beautiful noises of the pair. Can barely
control myself... Tongue escapes my lips to lap at his skin, nostrils flaring
from the musky scent of sweat and worn cologne.
“Nghh~. Issa... ahhh-,” Junta purrs seductively, “Yes~. That's it... you feel
so fucking nice inside me...” Dirty, dirty Junta. You know, I'm really starting
to enjoy this side of him. He was always the more amorous one, but never -this-
perverted. I can't be inside him right now, so Kaburagi better please him as
much as I would. To smooth things along, I start guiding Kaburagi again by
pulling and pushing at his hips.
“F-fuck...” he groans with added hiss between teeth. I can make you feel even
better... He keeps the pace when I let go to scoop up the placed aside bottle
of lubricant. After pouring a small sum onto my fingers, they press sharply
between Kaburagi's cheeks. “Aoyagi-san... oh gods.”Instead of inserting them
fully, I swirl the viscous fluid around the ring and a few centimeters inside.
The remaining amount is then evenly spread across my length before placing my
hands back to his hips for support. His momentum slows when I push against him,
breaths low and holding a shiver. Nervous? I would be too. Don't know how it
feels to receive on both ends.
“Hold up a moment...” gasps the near breathless Junta. Peering over, he pulls
out and flops down to the sturdy table on his back; legs raised high in the
air. “There we go... now get back in there.” Demanding... I like it. Kaburagi
becomes just as much when his upper body hunches forward to lap and suckle at
Junta's exposed chest, hand squeezed at a thigh to keep it upward. He slips
back inside and immediately starts to move again, which also makes his walls
slide around me. What a lovely sight to see... Junta's eyes rolled back with
mouth agape, toned form being filled and teased by Kaburagi. A swallow hard to
rid the lump in my throat, eyes falling to the view below. Inching forward,
more of my length is taken inside the tight ring of muscle; his movements into
Junta doing most the work for me. To add more friction and excitement, I buck
my hips forward when he rides onto me and forces to hit harder inside my
partner. Kaburagi's wails are added into the symphony of lust, the majority
muffled by his teeth and tongue being busy around Junta's nipple.
God damn... how does it feel being stuffed with a lovely ass wrapped around
your cock, Issa? Now I wish I was in his place. It doesn't stopped the
experience from being gratifying though. Seems only a few seconds pass before
his movements become messy and uneven, likely teetering on the edge of climax.
This is my queue. First I guide him up and gesture for his hands to place
against the table with arms straighten to give me more area for momentum. The
full extent of his noises rings through my ears when I take his hips in a solid
grip and rock him between us. He really -is- loud... glad we're not outside
doing this.
“Ohgodohgodohgod....!!” he repeats through loud wails and gasps of air. His
muscles suddenly clench down hard on my manhood with one last cry of pure
ecstasy, entire body quaking from the strength of the orgasm. Once the full
pleasure rides out, I pull back and let him have the necessary breathing room.
His elbows struggle to keep himself stable and legs quake under his own weight,
completely overwhelmed from the sensation. God damn Issa... did it really feel
that good? After peeling away from Junta, he shifts himself a few inches to the
side to flop down to an open area of the carpet. I'd probably be in the same
boat.
“You ok...?” huffs out Junta when lowering his legs so his feet plant to the
ground. He props himself up on an elbow to look over to the dead exhausted man.
“Yeah!” he gasps, “Just...” He gulps down a large amount of air and rolls to
his back, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. “Just... let me!! … rest!”
“Don't worry, we will.” Junta expresses a toothy grin my direction when passes
a few tugs over his manhood. “I was so close to coming too...” Got you covered
there, Junta. Smirking, I scoot the necessary distance to right between those
toned legs and squeeze our shafts in a single hand. He bites down at his lower
lip and locks eye contact when stroking them together, the satisfying feeling
on his flesh against mine making me purr. I'm close too, a few more thrusts
would have done the job. Not complaining seeing as I get to share a more
intimate moment with my partner. Our gaze doesn't turn away for even a second,
both panting for air into our heavy lungs when drawing closer and closer to our
peeks. “Hajime~,” he whispers.
“Junta...” I follow in a loving tone. Yes... those shocks through my body
again. “Mmh~ a-ah!”
Like the majority of the time, our climaxes hit in synch. This time around,
it's barely impacting on my body, but the gratified feeling remains. A lesser
amount than previous dribbles over the heads and slides down the extent of our
lengths. Junta's head snaps back with a breathless groan, seed spilling onto
his flat stomach and down my fingers. What a mess he became... wet and sticky
all sorts of places. Raising the hand, I kiss and lick off the mixture of our
fluids with a soft giggle. Thank you.
“You're welcome,” he responds without me saying a word, “That was... amazing.
Shit...” To lays flat back on the table to catch his breath with a large smile;
exhausted eyes fluttering closed. “Although, I -seriously- need a shower.”
“We all do...” comments the just as beat Kaburagi. “Think you gets dibs
though.”
“You're damn right! Even if I wasn't soaked, the oldest gets to go first
anyway!”
Junta...
You really will never change.
***** Oh yeah, it's an ending...!! *****
Chapter Summary
     ((Thanks to all who've read this, was super fun to make! Third part
     here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6845356/chapters/15625675))
Now that... I'm happy wasn't a dream.
Junta was the first to enter the bathroom after the session, myself and
Kaburagi simply enjoying each others company in the meantime. Getting ourselves
dressed up, he babbled on about how much fun it was and giving thanks for the
new experiences. Was new for all of us, the position that is. To think I've
tutored him enough when it comes to cycling, but now, I was a teacher when it
came to sex. I should be embarrassed by this, but again, I felt comfortable
doing so with him. He'll sure impress his new partner, be it a male or female.
It's not like I've had the greatest number of sexual experiences, it was
research and experimentation with Junta that made me so 'skilled.' It's a quirk
about myself I'll never boast about, just acknowledge and put into play when
the time is right.
When Junta was cleaned up, there was a trivial argument between us on who
should take the bathroom next. To repeat earlier, the oldest should go first.
That meant me. There was the bringing up of having rock-paper-scissors over it,
but I ignored the challenge and stepped in without a word. It's polite to let
your senpais go first anyway. Granted, he probably still finds me as an equal,
but that doesn't change the fact I have two years on him. The first matter was
my wound. To make sure nothing went wrong, the bandage is plucked off to
examine the disgusting looking stitching. In my favor, every single one is
still in place and solid. Blood is crusted in the area, which makes me want to
pick, but I go by what the doctor told me. No touching yet. After placing a
fresh tape over it, I step into the bath and enjoy the relaxation that comes
with it.
Coming two times in a short period of time... haven't done that since my days
fawning over Junta as a first year with my hand and fantasies being the drive.
Junta is right, I've been a pervert ever since I hit my early teens. Guess I'm
like most typical young adults, sex on the mind when not doing something that
occupies your thoughts. Unsure how long this will last, but I'll try to keep it
under ropes once Junta grows tired of it. Everyone needs a break eventually.
Finishing up, I step back outside with a towel around my waist. I'm sure glad I
did, seeing as company showed up during the time period. Looking like a
complete wreck, like he just awoke and rushed out of bed, Shimizu's head cranks
in my direction as I come into view.
“Oh, Aoyagi-kun! Thank goodness!” Brushing the wrinkles out of his dress shirt,
he approaches me with worry washed over his tired face. “K told me everything!
I'm so sorry this happened to you.” I tip my head with confusion. He means the
injury, obviously, but he didn't have to come out here to say this.
“Not like it was your fault...” I mumble with awkwardness apparent in my voice.
Last person I'd expect to show up.
“He -really- wanted to see you,” Junta explains from the couch, “Told him
everything was fine, but he insisted.” Kaburagi gives a shrug, clearly
confused. That's right, he hasn't met our other neighbor yet.
“So sorry to bother you like this, but I had to see you face-to-face. My, my...
you poor thing.” He pushes the square-shaped glasses up his nose with a drawn-
out sigh. “Always do hate it when my friends are in pain.”
“It's fine, really,” I respond softly, “I thank you for caring and coming all
the way out here.”
“Of course!” He plants a hand against my shoulder and gives a friendly,
comforting pat. “If I may, I'd be more than pleased to treat you to a coffee.”
I arch a brow.
“You don't have to. Plus, today was meant to spend time with my friend...”
“Ah, then I shouldn't intrude! Apologies!”
“No, no, no~,” Junta butts in, “If you want one, go ahead Hajime. I'll just be
watching stuff with Kaburagi until it gets dark anyway. There's still plenty of
time to spend together.”
“I agreed!” Kaburagi follows, “This guy just wants to make you feel better,
just like us! I'd go with him, just a cup of joe for an hour or so, right?”
“Indeed, not long at all. I'll get you that one you were interested in on our
last outing too! That French blend with the strong scent!” He smiles brightly,
perfectly aligned and white teeth shown proudly. With his addiction to coffee,
I wonder how they look that good. Although, his family -is- rich. Shaking away
the minor details, I offer a gentle smile in return.
“True... Sure, a coffee does sound good. Just let me get dressed.”
“Of course, I again apologize. Do take your time.” After a short nod, I make my
way into the bedroom and close the door behind me. Shimizu is so... strange.
Just remembering the wealthy students at high school, I recall none of them
acting so friendly to others would don't share the same lineage. What makes me
so important to him? Probably because I'm his current artist... my injury could
have delayed the piece and that's why he's worried? … no, he just... finds -me-
as a friend? Regardless, a coffee does sound fantastic right now. The
exhaustion of the day is pushing towards the need to sleep, but I still want to
spend the day with Kaburagi. Might as well.
Swiftly, I get myself dressed into comfortable and clean clothing and head back
into the living room. My set of keys is stuffed into a pocket before exiting
the dorm, a wave given by Junta and Kaburagi on the way out. This shouldn't
take long.
Unlike the last time we went out, he directed me to the parking lot instead of
the country roads to take the decently short walk to the nearby town. Not
knowing what to say, I remain silent as he leads me out to far end of the lot
to point out a vehicle in the distance.
“It just got back from the shop, so we're riding with style!” My eyes round out
when I realize which one he's pointing out. There's plenty of fancy and
expensive looking cars, but the one he stops at is a sleek looking motorcycle!
This guys actually rides one? He snatches the helmet hanging off the handlebars
and snaps it on before pulling an extra from the back pouch behind the saddle.
“K messed it up not long ago... never letting him ride this thing again. You
know how to drive one?”
“N-no... rather have a normal bike.”
“Is it intimidating? You sound a little scared.” I shake my head.
“It's not that, just didn't expect -you- of all people to ride one.”
“Most say that,” he chuckles. He tosses the second helmet my way, which I
easily catch. “Ever been on one?”
“I haven't.” He's right... I am scared. This thing... looks so dangerous!
“First time for everything! I promise, you'll be safe with me behind it.” He
hops onto the seat in a smooth motion and gently pats the small amount of space
behind him. “I apologize if this seems so close, but it's only vehicle I have
on hand. An inconvenience, but I know you'd like to get the trip done with
haste.” A bit nervous, I snap the helmet on and attempt to make myself
comfortable. Not like it's supposed to be intimate, but having a person I'm not
exactly connected with so close feels... strange. Especially after what I've
just been through with the two back home. “Alright, hang on tight!” The engine
sparks to life with a single turn of the keys, the motorized vehicle rumbling
and vibrating under me. Unsure of my safety, my arms instinctively wrap around
his waist and hang on for dear life. Who the hell rides this every day?! Feels
and now sounds like a death trap! After a few revs, Shimizu suddenly kicks into
overdrive and speeds through the parking lot; the sound of the back tire
squealing against the concrete filling my ears. Holy fuck! Was that on purpose?
Is that a normal thing motorcycles do?! I don't feel right on this thing!
Slamming my eyes shut, I hug him as close as possible and attempt to think of
anything else besides being here. I should have never got on...
 
---
 
It only takes a few minutes to reach our destination, but it felt like an
eternity. Shimizu again gives his apologies for it being not being the most
enjoyable way of transportation, but he does make a point. I do want to make
this trip short. At the same time, he didn't have to drag me out to the quaint
little coffee shop. Could have simply had a cup over at his home or even mine.
Seeing as we're already here, there's no use in complaining and pleading to go
back. To think my nerves weren't already shot from the events of today, a ride
on a strange vehicle didn't help. Gods... now I just want to cuddle up on the
couch and just enjoy some movies.
Entering the small establishment, I'm greeted in a way I didn't expect. An
older woman, who I presume to be the owner, welcomes me with a glint of hope in
her eyes. Shimizu explains that she's actually the mayor of the local village
and wanted to make contact with me. What...? Completely confused, I take the
seat she leaded us to and our wanted coffees went under her tab. My neighbor
held a gentle smile, my mind picking up that this setup was all his idea. No
wonder he wanted me to come out here, but it doesn't explain what she wants
with -me-. What in blazes is going on?!
Turns out through a short conversation, Shimizu showed my online portfolio to
her through the school's database. I had to submit my previous works to see if
I was qualified to get in, which is accessible to anyone who wishes to take the
time to access. But why? The woman explains that the village is lacking the
artistic appeal of the cities and called out to local artists to fill in the
gap. She wishes to have her town littered with art, from being in the small
shops and even homes. It apparently lacks beauty, be it in painting or writing,
and is hiring those she finds interesting.
I'm one of them.
I felt on the verge of tears when she shows pictures of my paintings and points
out how beautiful each one is. She'd love to see similar works around her town.
What... are they that good? I'm just an amateur... a College student only
trying to improve my flaws! But no... she appreciates them all, despite my eye
of imperfection. Knowing that I've really only visited this shop, and do the
enjoy the stops to stock up on coffee, she wishes of me to paint the bland and
white colored walls in my own vision. Anything I wish. She gestures towards the
large wall by the front entrance walls. That's my canvas. A gigantic space void
of anything besides chipped paint and blandness. My creativity can go wild on
such a gigantic space? This is an honored in itself, but the payment she
brounght up made my jaw drop.
The lowest she'll payout is a hundred and fifty thousand yen. There may be more
depending on how the public reacts too, perhaps rising to over two hundred
thousand! Are you kidding me?!
It was hard for me to bite back tears when signing the contract, happily
accepting the more than generous offer. It's open hours as well, so when I have
the free time, I'm allowed to work with no time frame. Even after closing hours
seeing as a key to the shop was handed over. There's limited supplies to work
with, some cans of paint in limited variety of colors, but I'll easily be
willing to cut into my own to make the piece perfect. I'm taking a huge step
here... my artwork, permanently on the walls of a store. When the transaction
is complete, she excuses herself and promises to keep contact. It only took
twenty minutes, but again and sounding cliche, it felt like an eternity. My
heart feels like it's going to burst from my chest! When clutching my shirt in
attempts to calm myself, the familiar touch of Shimizu's hand is on my
shoulder.
“That went pretty well! I'm happy for you, Aoyagi-kun!” I peer to him in
disbelief, my face probably just as red as the curtains lining the high
windows.
“... you did this... for me?” I ask almost breathless. This is astounding!
“I felt your art needed to be among the masses. Even by starting small in town
such as this. Your work deserves more attention then up on websites and perhaps
hung inside the College. Figured... this would be a great start for you.”
Shimizu... you have no idea how much this means to me. The built up tears
finally fall down my cheeks, the overwhelming emotions finally sinking in.
 
Shimizu...
 
Without thinking rationally, my body moves on its own. Eyes fluttered closed as
the warmth of his lips are felt against mine.
Thank you... thank you so much.
He pushes into it, accepting it without protest.
These lips... are so dry, the mild taste of coffee present. They're so warm
too... it's similar to how it felt kissing Junta for the first time.
 
…
 
An image of my partner flashes through my mind.
 
Junta...
 
...
 
Oh shit!!
 
In a panic, I pull back, clasp a hand over my mouth and completely avoid eye
contact. What the fuck was I doing?! Oh god... I just... lovingly kissed
someone else!! With actual feeling, not mindlessly to add more stimulation in a
sexual moment! Not just for fun... no! No! The tears of happiness quickly shift
into guilt, my heart raggedly pounding against my ribcage. I didn't... shit!!
“Oh my... I quite sorry for that,” I hear Shimizu mumble, sounding just as
guilt ridden. “... I got ahead of myself and kissed back. I didn't mean to...
I'm so sorry.” Does that mean... he has feelings for me too? What is it with
people wanting an emotional connection with me?! No... it could have been like
me. An accident. Emotions can sway thoughts easily, even if you know they're
not the right thing to do. “How about we head home? The intentions on which I
wanted you here are over with.” Falling back to my silence nature, I just nod
and head towards the exit without a glance back.
I just want to see Junta...
 
I'm so sorry...
 
---
 
With some convincing, I was rode back to the school with my neighbor on the
dangerous vehicle. I just wanted to walk the distance and forget the contact
never happened, but he insisted on getting back in as little time possible. Not
wanting to become the emotional wreck I was last week by running away, I
accepted and took the offer. We didn't exchange anything besides a simple
'thank you' and 'good bye,' both of us just wanting to get away from it.
Stepping back inside my home was a huge relief, especially with Junta welcoming
me with a hug and kiss to the forehead. I explained what went down there, but
only the business part. For some unknown reason, I don't want to tell Junta
what I did with Shimizu. It wasn't just a friendly kiss, I put all of my soul
into it.
Like I loved him.
I can accuse myself for just being over emotional, but the fact that he kissed
me back makes so many questions swirl in my mind. Was he trying to impress me
by riding out on that fancy motorcycle and setting up that commission? Was it
out of being a friend or does he really... like me? Even with knowing I'm
dating Junta, he didn't pull away. He didn't stop me. I just hope this won't be
another thorn in my side, I don't need another crush atop the strangeness that
is Kaburagi's.
People need to stop doing this... I'm not worth it.
 
---
 
The thoughts of Shimizu were easily pushed away once the three of us huddled up
on the couch and enjoyed the marathon of gory movies. I'm not phased by sudden
jump scares or grotesque imagery, but the other two were the complete opposite.
They clung to my arms for comfort while I watched with handfuls of popcorn
being munched on, not phased by anything that popped up on screen in the pitch
black front room. Unsure why people find these sort of movies unwatchable... I
just appreciate the work put into the gore to make it look so realistic. The
plot lines could use some work though. How dull and unimaginative.
Once they were over, bedtime was needed for us all. Kaburagi did the favor of
taking the couch to let us have the privacy and room on the bed. Sort of
surprised by this, given the earlier interaction, but I didn't protest. Junta
and myself simply went to bed after giving our kisses goodnight, this day being
more than any of us predicted. A fight, a wound, a sharing of sheets with a
friend, a regretful kiss. All in one day. How do I take this drama without
going insane? Must be the comfort that Junta brings me... along with Kaburagi.
The morning was no different from any day though. Kaburagi stuck around to have
a cup of coffee and watch a few shows, enjoying any time he has with us. Even
if it's just channel surfing. Junta cooked us up a delicious breakfast, like he
always does when he awakes before me, and Kaburagi said his goodbyes and good
lucks. Not sure when we'll have the free time to be together now thanks to my
new project, but I know we won't be separated for long.
The rest of weekend was no different besides the last minute preparations for
our classes. Equipment sure and setup, backpacks full of the necessary books,
plans dancing in our heads for future projects... everything was in place.
Whatever free time I had was spent on finishing the piece for Shimizu's family,
which turned out to be one of my best works. Junta agreed, even commenting on
how the brush strokes and setting made him feel somber just by looking at it.
Was the intention and I'm pleased to find someone without the most artistic eye
to experience the emotion behind it. The awkward encounter happened when my
client came to pick it up and deliver the payment, his brown eyes keeping
themselves away from my face throughout the entire transaction. I couldn't look
at him either... thankfully we don't attend the same classes, so I won't see
him face-to-face often. One of us just needs to build the courage to send a
text or game invitation to talk things over. Maybe someday, but for now...
Our classes are starting this Monday morning.
Oh yeah... even more fun times are in store.
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