Nowaki sumptuously pursed his lips. Would this be the moment he lost his lip virginity?

"No," said Hirowaki, "We have to wait. For the baby's sake. You're 7 months pregnant, Whack-Chan."

"Goumen nasai, KeeKee-chan..." said Nowaki sadly, using his pet nickname for his sexual partner, "I just thought that... maybe, just maybe... today might be the day our longing lips finally touch."

"Bakka desu!" shouted Hirowaki alluringly, "You know I can't do that... you know I can't risk it, for you and the baby!"

And with that, Hirowaki angrily stamped his foot and ran out of the house, slamming the door behind him, leaving a devastated Nowaki behind him.

Nowaki threw himself down on the bed where just 7 months ago, he'd lost his virginity to the one true love of his life, Hirowaki. But something was wrong. Why didn't Hirowaki want to kiss him? And why did he say he "couldn't risk it?" Nowaki paused in his sexual sadness. What if... what if Hirowaki was seeing another man? An even younger man this time? There was a 4 year age gap between them, but maybe that wouldn't be enough for Hirowaki. Hirowaki liked them young.

Nowaki dismissed the thought from his head. Hirowaki would never do something like that! He punched a pillow, put his thumb in his mouth and went to sleep.

The next morning, Nowaki woke up and Hirowaki still wasn't there. He wandered around the house, eating chocolate and feeling his baby bump. It was difficult to believe that in just two months he would have a real little Hirowaki to love. Then again, it was just as difficult that there was a time when he didn't know he could ever love a little being inside of him so much.

Just then, the door slammed open. Nowaki opened the door. It was Hirowaki! "KEE KEE CHAN!!!" he screamed in a high pitched monotone, "I missed you so much! I was so worried!"

Hirowaki grinned wolfishly, "You don't need to worry about me, Whack-chan, I'd never let myself come to any harm. You and the Little Whacker mean far too much to me for me to ever let myself die before I see us all together."

Nowaki stroked Hirowaki's hair adoringly, picking out twigs and clumps of dirt. "Where did you sleep that you got so dirty, Kee Kee Chan?" he cooed.

"If you really want to know, I was sleeping in the park on a bench near where we first met. Remember? I broke my rocket and you helped me fix it. My rocket never broke again, but it is slightly crooked. It's still in the attic, you know."

"AAAH KEE KEE CHAN!!! Kawaii desu for you to keep it!" Nowaki screamed adoringly.

"It was nothing, I'd do anything for you, my gay little banana." Said Hirowaki.

"Really?" gasped Nowaki, "Anything?"

"Of course! In fact," Hirowaki said sheepishly, "I even got something for you while I was away.

"Ooooh!!!" giggled Nowaki, "Tell me!"

"All right, keep your hair on! I got you... this."

Hirowaki pulled out a black, lacy pair of negligee boxers. It was intricately designed, with holes in the lace, but made in just a way that you couldn't see anything, but only be pleasantly seduced by the thought of what lay inside.

"They're for you, Whack chan. For you to wear, for after the baby is born. For if, maybe, we wanted another one."

"They're GORGEOUS, Kee Kee chan! I love them so much! I shall be the sexiest and cutest uke on the block! But they must have cost you a fortune!"

"Didn't I tell you? I would do anything for you."