Alright, well, I think this is gonna be a multiple chapter story, cuz I have some thoughts in mind. This was actually kinda hard for me to write, so, idk if I will actually continue it like I want to, cuz it would be cute enough as is. But, the plan is to have a cute but sad story with a happy ending. Maybe Misaki has some wandering eyes? Hmm? Maybe some younger boy might catch his eye? A certain... terrorist? Hmmmm? Hehe. We'll see.
But I PROMISE, my loyal fans whom I looove and am surprised looove me back, lol, I PROMISE that I will finish my other stories. I'm just busy with school and, uhm, my new yaoi obsession. Junjou Romantica is pretty much my life, but I think I might be calmed down enough to continue with the real world. Probably not. We'll see. But I promise I will finish my other stories! For my own sake, as well! Thank you! And I hope you like this one just as much as the others!
"All set."
The boy placed both plates down onto the small kitchen table for two, and took a seat across from his lover.
Is that really what we are?
He began picking at his eggs, thinking of just how much he had changed in these few short months, when he peered up through his hair to find the older man staring intently at him.
"What?" he mumbled, mouth full of eggs. He simply raised an eyebrow as the man opposite him remained completely silent. "Uhh… Usagi-san?" He swallowed.
"Yes, Misaki?"
"Are… you alright? Is your breakfast okay?"
"Of course it is. It always is, isn't it?" He smiled gently at Misaki.
"Uh… thanks." Misaki flushed a little, looking down and continuing to pick at his eggs.
His beautiful smile… his kind words…
No.
He began shoveling his breakfast into his mouth.
"Misaki…" Usami breathed softly, placing his hand over Misaki's idle one that lay flat on the table. The boy stopped abruptly and tensed, looking anywhere but into the man's icy blue eyes.
No. No. No.
"Misaki, look at me," he comforted, lacing their fingers together. Misaki's face was burning now, and as he looked up slowly, and their eyes met, the loud, quickened pace of his heartbeat practically burst out of his chest, and his eyes started to water slightly.
Why do I feel like this around him? I'm so scared, but…
"I love you, Misaki."
I can't deny this feeling, whatever it is.
"Misaki?"
Two men… together? It's just… crazy… insane…
"You're trembling."
But at times like this…
"Mmm… you're so adorable when you get nervous…"
The thought barely crosses my mind.
Usami leaned across the table and captured the boy's lips roughly with his own. Misaki protested for a moment, bringing his hands up to push the man away by his shoulders; but, as usual, he was unable to ignore the warm tingling in his veins, and the hardening of muscle beneath his pants, so instead, he grabbed at the older man's shirt collar and pulled him in even closer, softly whimpering with the shame of a need that he could not ignore.
"Mmm..." Usami moaned, always finding his lover's innocent confusion to be somewhat of a turn on (though deep down it stung a little, knowing that Misaki wasn't ready to love him the way that he truly loved Misaki.)
How is it that my strongest resolve crumbles so easily beneath your slightest word… your slightest touch…
As Usami pulled back, Misaki moved forward a little, now reluctant to end such a passionate kiss. Embarrassed and shocked at himself, he pouted childishly and looked quickly away, before hastily standing up out of his chair and speed cleaning around the kitchen. At first Usami was startled, but he was, after all, used to this type of behavior from his young companion.
Why do I let this happen?
Usami walked casually but confidently over to Misaki, who had stopped and turned his back as Usami came closer, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He looked down, tears about to flow nonstop from his eyes; but the older man wouldn't have it. He wrapped his even longer, even stronger arms around Misaki, burying his face into the boy's neck, before whispering, "Don't you ever be embarrassed around me, ever," into his ear. Misaki shivered, eyes squeezing shut.
Stop treating me this way! Stop being so nice to me!
Before the boy had had any time to protest, Usami grabbed him by the wrist and practically dragged a kicking and screaming Misaki to their bedroom. "No! Usagi-san, no! Stop! Not today! Haven't you ever heard of 'I don't want to!?'" Misaki yelled at him, throwing a few punches in his direction for emphasis. He quieted immediately when Usami threw him onto the bed.
What's the point? Of course this will happen… it always does.
The problem is…
Usami joined Misaki on the bed and yanked off the boy's colorful, sweater-style track jacket, revealing a thin, pale chest slightly glowing from the sunlit reflection shining in from the hallway. Usami took a moment to soak in the young beauty before him whilst slowly undoing the boy's form-fitting jeans, allowing for time to truly appreciate the moment, when Misaki started to writhe uncomfortably underneath him.
The problem is…
"Faster, Usagi-san…" Misaki whispered, shutting his eyes and turning his face away, cheeks flushed from something slightly different than embarrassment. Usami smiled warmly at Misaki, happy to comply with his needs. He quickly slipped off the boy's pants, and tugged his own down past his knees, sitting back comfortably.
I think I might want it to happen.
Usami lifted Misaki onto his lap, pulling him close, breathing in his scent, kissing his lips, his face, his neck. "Are you okay, Misaki?" he asked softly, and Misaki shivered at his words.
"Yes…" he whispered back, voice slightly shaking, head turned to the side, eyes never opening.
"Look at me," Usami ordered lightly. Misaki whimpered; he couldn't wait much longer. "Look at me, Misaki," the man repeated, a little louder this time. Misaki looked up at him, his big green eyes filled with so many different emotions: confusion, shame, frustration, need, want... and love? Usami ran a hand through the boy's silky brown hair, looking deeply into his eyes for just a few more moments, before gently filling Misaki with his length, using the ample amount of pre-come as lubricant. Usami usually wasn't very gentle, and mainly because, although Misaki swore up and down that he didn't want any of it, he never really complained during the matter.
"Ah! Usagi-san, sto—ugh…" Misaki 'protested', breathing labored, sweat already pouring down his chest. He grabbed so tightly to Usami's shoulders that Usami thought he might be bleeding.
"Does it feel good?" Usami breathed deeply, licking up the side of Misaki's jaw.
"Ugh… n-… no…" Misaki tensed and scrunched up his face as Usami lifted him up and down his length at a slow, steady pace. Usami snickered, quickly jerking off Misaki and sucking on his neck simultaneously to increase the pleasure. He then smirked victoriously as it became too much for the boy.
It hurts, but it feels…
I don't know how much longer I can last…
"How about now?" Usami whispered while biting at Misaki's earlobe.
"I… ah- I'm…ugh…gonna..." Misaki whined, head now leaning into the man's chest, body trembling wildly.
"So do it," Usami grunted, pulling the boy down hard while pushing up deeply.
"U- Usami-san… I… uh, ugh!" And that was all that Misaki could say as he spilled into Usami's hand and all over their stomachs. Usami then laid the boy down carefully onto the bed, making sure his head hit the pillow. Misaki was practically sprawled about, too worn out, as always, to move much more. Usami licked them clean, something he usually enjoyed afterwards, quite to Misaki's dismay, while the boy then calmed his own mind and his breathing returned to normal. Usami quickly kissed his young lover's lips before covering him with blankets.
"So…" Usami trailed casually, playing with and twisting little tendrils of the boy's hair.
"Mmm… ?" Misaki mumbled, barely able to keep consciousness. Usami chuckled at how young Misaki really was, his lack of sexual stamina case in point.
"I was wondering if you wanted to join me later on today. I'm going to visit an old friend of mine."
"Mmm… whatever," Misaki replied groggily, tucking his head further beneath the covers.
"Thank you," Usami half-smiled, leaning down to kiss the boy atop his head, who then squirmed himself tighter between blankets. "I'll wake you up before two." He quickly mussed his softly snoring lover's hair, and then left him to nap while he finished his eggs downstairs.
So... that's what I got so far. Hope you like it!
