Lay By Me Forever
Chapter One
(Edited)
Hello people of earth! This is my first Bakuman Fanfic so please do not be soft on me. Tell me exactly what you think so I know exactly where I need to take this story. There will be more I promise i just need to, ya know, type it up hehehe. Oh well It will happen sooner or later. But seriously critisism will be good because that is the only way I will know What to do for all you! So please read and enjoy! ^3^
It was another long exhausting night for Moritaka Mashiro. All his joints popped and cracked in protest as he laid down on his bed ready to blackout till his alarm sounded telling him it is time to get up for school. Mashiro never really thought or appreciated having a real bed to sleep on till he had to sleep on the old lumpy couch in his uncles' old studio, and even the ground occasionally when Takagi had taken over the couch. Sadly though when he was finally comfortable enough to fall asleep a nagging little thought crept into his head, just like every other night, telling him that he was no good to anyone or for anyone especially Takagi.
In the past few months Mashiro had been feeling down about his art, doubting himself every time his inked dipped pen touched the paper. Though something immensely stranger had also started to happen about the same time.
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon when Mashiro started to notice this change in himself. He was working on the final draft for a chapter of Trap when the front door to the studio swung open and shut quickly as Takagi entered soaked from head to toe. Mashiro couldn't help but laugh at how Takagi looked like a drowned dog with his hair hanging in his face with little droplets of water fall to the floor into a puddle around his feet. Takagi just playfully glared at Mashiro before asking him to bring a dry towel so he could dry off.
Mashiro walked around a corner into the small bathroom in the studio retrieving an old pink towel that looked like it use to be red but had faded from years of washings and use, from a bathroom drawer and returned to Takagi.
"You know Shuujin,' Mashiro started while throwing the towel onto Takagi's head. 'If you had thought to bring an umbrella then maybe you wouldn't look like you just swam through a lake with all your clothes on."
Takagi just pulled the towel off his head and proceeded to dry himself off. "Hahaha, you are sooooo funny!" Takagi said sarcastically, a smile playing on his lips. He pulled his soaked through jacket over his equally soaked head and headed to the backroom.
Mashiro went back over to his drawings picking up his pen to finish inking the face of their main character.
Takagi had found what he was looking for when he had ventured into the back. A couple of weeks back Mashiro and him had gotten into a friendly little argument that ended with them both slinging ink all over the place and each other, then a wrestling match that he himself had successfully won. So they had washed their clothes there and changed into gym clothes they brought home to wash so they just decided to leave the clothes there incase another "War" happened to break out.
"So how much more inking do you have before the other come in tomorrow?" Takagi asked.
Mashiro was about to answer when his eyes came up to meet the shirtless, oddly muscular body of his partner in Manga. He couldn't make his eyes pull away from his friend even though he knew he should be answering and not gawking.
Takagi was quite muscular for a kid that does absolutely nothing but sits around and draw story borders all day and night. His arms were also strong looking in a way that looked like he could take control quite easily if he wanted to.
"Hey, Saiko, you okay?" Takagi asked drawing the artists out of his thoughts causing him to blush deeply before turning his attention back to his drawings.
"Y-Yeah, I'm, uh, fine." He said trying to keep his composure. "I just need to do three more and I will be done."
Takagi gave him a worried look before just brushing it off as his friend being tired. Mashiro didn't know what to make of that feeling, and of the little problem he was having between his legs.
'FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!' He mentally screamed. That was not supposed to happen when he looked at his friend shirtless!
That whole thing was the start of his troubles. He could not figure out why he got that warm feeling in his stomach that he usually only got when he was talking to Miho, his future wife, but not with his best friend. All of it just started to get worse though as time went on. Whenever he saw any part of Takagi, whether it was personality or flesh, which showed just how much stronger and dominant he was then himself it drove him crazy with lust and want. The bad part was that when he saw Shuujin and Miyoshi getting cozy the green eyed monster would show up causing him to abruptly storm out of the class room or any place they all happened to be.
"Gyaaa!" Moritaka yelled. He was never going to be able to find sleep if he kept thinking about all of this pointless stuff. 'This is all probably just hormones; I will feel better in a few weeks."
Feeling completely ridiculous for thinking that these 'feelings' were real, he turned around just wanting tomorrow to come and go peacefully, happy they didn't have school, while they finished the rest of the panels.
'No assistances, just me and Shuujin, please just let me feel normal tomorrow.'
Soooooooooooo, what did you think? I think I could have done better but I was in sort of a rush with a nozy mother. Lemon in the next chapter if you can't tell. Please read and if you want to review. JA!