Miss You

It was getting suffocating. The room was filled with people without a trace of Misaki among them. I never had an objection with my novel getting animated but I really loathed the notion of congratulating me with a massive celebration for that. I sipped on the wine trying to calm my nerves which were getting irritated, as my mind grew impatient for heading home.

Everything came with a price, and my mass popularity was no exception, but at times when I knew Misaki was all alone at home during his summer vacation and how fruitfully I could have had relished my time with my cute lover, I felt my profession was a curse. My hands itched with anguish and annoyance ready to hit those skinny jaws of Isaka when he introduced me to more people, blabbering applause for my works.

The clock struck ten, the crowds and their voices were chocking me, if only my fans were aware that I was psychologically allergic to public gathering.

Every passing second pricked my skin, when my life lacked someone like Misaki, I was never so eager to run home; rather I never considered that place as my only refuge. I didn't know if it was out of worry or possessiveness, but I wanted to spend each and every moment of my life with Misaki.

The only thing that I knew was I loved Misaki, and I want to go home where my little lover was waiting for me, making the summer heat as an excuse for not going to sleep….

The room suddenly sparkled with the public's awe and wonder as unknowingly Akihiko smiled touching a white rose's petal.

I drove faster; fifteen minutes were still left, no matter what I would keep my promise of reaching home within 12 am.

Parking the car, I hurried to my room. My mind struggled to calm down, so many thoughts were whirling in me, what was Misaki doing? Was he waiting for me on the couch with a frown on his cute face, did he have his dinner, was he asleep already, and was Misaki alright….

Akihiko breathed normal finally when he saw Misaki taking out a bottle of cold water and some ice from the refrigerator. Akihiko opened his black tuxedo and loosened his necktie, taking a seat on the couch and admiring Misaki's motion.

Pouring a glass with the cold water and putting some ice in it, Misaki advanced towards the couch. Handing the freezing glass, Misaki spoke with a frown.

'Drink'

Akihiko stared at the glass and then at Misaki.

'I heard you come, and it's hot.' Misaki muttered.

'Misaki serve with a smile.'

Akihiko smirked leaning on the couch and crossing his leg. Misaki glared at his landlord.

'Take it.'

'You were waiting for me Misaki, why don't you welcome me properly?'

'I wasn't waiting for you stupid rabbit, it was h-'

Akihiko cut Misaki in his words.

'It was hot so I couldn't sleep, right?'

A tint of red colored Misaki's cheeks, averting his eyes, Misaki grunted softly and angrily.

'You are late and you have the nerve to order around..'

A small interval of complete silence, then the glass was knocked on the floor wetting the carpet, as Akihiko caught Misaki's lips in a wet kiss crushing Misaki between his body and the couch.

Misaki moaned. Under the combined effect of the summer and the heat of his lover's lust, he couldn't do anything but let Akihiko have his way.

'I am sorry Misaki, let me make it up to you.'

Misaki panted gripping Akihiko's shirt to control the quiver in his stomach. Misaki was mad at himself for complaining but it was painful to bear the jealousy and anxiety when Akihiko was out with so many people around him, he didn't want to experience it again. ..

It was hard for Misaki to say it aloud and Misaki closed his eyes as Akihiko rubbed his long legs between Misaki's thighs, caressing the hardening nipple from over Misaki's shirt. Misaki's heart skipped a beat when Akihiko whispered with his silky voice the words which Misaki wanted to say.

'Misaki I was dying to be with you, I missed you so much…'