The smell of summer was hanging in the air. It was late afternoon. Weary after a tiring journey, Hamao Kyousuke followed Daisuke up the spacious staircase to the place where he would live for the period of the summer holidays. Walking side by side already made both of them feel over the moon. Kyousuke wanted to break the comfortable silence and speak his mind, when his companion beamed proudly at him.
"Here we are!" Daisuke opened the front door of his flat. Still standing in the doorway, Mao noticed that the key in his best friend's hand had a keychain with a familiar looking anime character attached.
"It suits you," Kyousuke laughed, nodding at the silly keychain.
"Lovely, isn't it?" he jangled the keys and smiled. "But not as lovely as you."
"Dai-chan!"
"You suit me better." The older actor gallantly took his hand to kiss it, and winked mischievously at him.
"Daisuke. We haven't even entered your flat yet. Control yourself, will you?" Mao jokingly scolded him. It wasn't like Hamao had something against the affection Daisuke had always shown him. It was exactly the opposite. But there was still one thing that worried him. Even though he had left the entertainment industry for now, his soul mate was still a public person, after all. And the last thing he wanted to do was to harm Watanabe's career.
"Are you mad at me?" The taller man pouted his lips in an adorable way.
"Don't be silly, of course I'm not!" Kyousuke replied, still smiling. "I just worry too much, sorry."
As Kyousuke stepped through the door, he saw the familiar, bright living room. On the opposite side of the room, there was a large window with a wide windowsill, wide enough for a person to lie there on a pile of pillows and gaze out at the sky.
Daisuke closed the door. He was observing with fascination how his Mao joyfully entered theflat, noticing all the small changes in the room. Kyousuke's eyes twinkled as he came back to his lover.
"You didn't say you redecorated your place a little." Mao light-heartedly clapped his hands. "You even put the photo of us into that frame I gave you!" he added, still smiling as he pointed to the cupboard on which the framed photograph was set.
"I didn't really change anything big, but you weren't here for what seems like an eternity." Daisuke moved gracefully towards his love. "Welcome back, Mao."
At that moment, Daisuke hugged him, and Kyousuke melted into his arms, breathing in his lover's scent mixed with his cologne. He missed it. That pleasant, soothing scent brought back memories of their first real kiss. That day was a summer day too, but the air was much more humid back then, and the smell of the fresh rain was present. The two stayed still for a while, when the taller one broke the silence.
"Sorry, it seems that I ran out of patience today." Daisuke's mouth twitched, showing his lover a quick smile. Two seconds later, his smile faded and Mao noticed a slightly sad, or perhaps worried, expression. "Do you know how much I missed you, Mao? You flew away to New York and we were only able to talk once in a while when we weren't busy..."
"But now, finally, I'm by your side," Kyousuke said, smiling shyly as he leant towards his beloved. He fondly kissed Daisuke's cheek.
"I want to make up for all the time when we couldn't be together," Daisuke whispered in his deep voice into the younger man's ear. The shyness was gone now and Hamao shivered when he felt his beloved's gentle kiss on his neck. Daisuke pulled back only to look into his lover's appealing eyes. Both of them longed for the touch of each other and Daisuke could see that Mao was being mesmerized by his alluring gaze.
"I want to wrap you in my arms and never let go." Daisuke embraced his lover closer and subtly kissed his ear.
So sweet, Watanabe thought as he took Kyousuke's face into his hands and gave him another kiss, this time on the lips. As he deepened the kiss, Mao started running his hands over him. Daisuke felt his lover's hands sliding up under his shirt.
Daisuke tilted his head while leaning into another, slightly clumsier, kiss. Before the couple ended up lying on the windowsill, they managed to take off their shirts.
Lying on the top of Kyousuke, Watanabe controlled the passionate pace of their caresses. All of a sudden, Daisuke slowed down as he noticed the golden necklace surrounding Mao's neck. It was a stylish pendant in the shape of the letter "D" that he had given Mao as a birthday present a few years before.
He leant against Kyousuke, placed a delicate kiss on his collarbone, and stared with a genuine smile at his younger lover. He was so caught up in the moment, that he didn't even realize at what point he had begun to hold his breath.
"Looks good on you..." Daisuke traced Kyousuke's skin near the pendant with his finger.
"Are you referring to yourself?" Mao asked playfully.
"I'm talking about the necklace, dummy."
"You can stare in wonder later. I believe we were in the middle of something," he smiled slyly.
Kyousuke pressed his body against Daisuke; he began placing sweet kisses on his jawline and slowly moved back to his lips. In return, Daisuke nibbled Mao's sensitive neck lovingly. The younger man muffled a gasp of pleasure as his lover's hot breath sent shivers down his spine. The feeling of Daisuke's teeth leaving marks on his skin made his heart skip a beat. Hamao ran his hand through his lover's hair.
"Now I'm even more convinced that you look good on me," Kyousuke said, looking up at the older man.
"Of course, my love. After all, I belong to you," Daisuke purred as they locked their gazes together. "And you belong to me."
The moment he finished saying the sentence, he lowered his head again to suck the skin on his partner's chest. Daisuke wanted to mark him. He is mine, he thought. Kyousuke closed his eyes and bit his lower lip tosuppress a moan.
Suddenly, Daisuke's phone rang. He reluctantly broke off their make-out session, leaving his lover breathing heavily. Watanabe recognized the familiar picture of Baba Ryouma on the screen and sighed loudly.
"Yes?"
"I'm on the other side of the city, but taking into the consideration the fact that Hamao is in Japan right now, I'm like 199% sure I heard you two fucking," Baba said, trying to sound serious and failing as he began to giggle. He spoke in a loud voice, enough for Kyousuke to hear him.
"So you're calling us to ruin the mood."
"Yep," Baba answered, and Daisuke could hear that his friend was trying hard not to laugh. "Nah, just kidding. I just wanted to inform you that I won't be in the next Triple Zone. You and Kei-chan have fun dealing with that sadist, Kimeru..." Ryouma stopped talking for a moment, silently realizing something important. "Wait, so if I'm ruining your mood, then I was right and you two are fucking right now!"
"Baba-chan, we are not..."
"Yet. Don't think I can't hear Mao's panting in the background."
Kyousuke stilled and looked apologetically at Daisuke, mouthing 'Sorry'. Daisuke just waved his hand, wanting to say that it's not the younger's fault.
"But oh god, that's hilarious!" Baba continued, clearly amused. "I can sense when Dai-chan..." Daisuke abruptly stood up, preventing Mao from hearing the rest of what Ryouma had to say.
"What?" Hamao mouthed again, curious to know what ridiculous thing Baba had said, but this time it was Watanabe's turn to look apologetically. His eyes seemed to say 'You'd rather not know.'
"Baba, you're so dead the next time we have a broadcast together," Daisuke replied, a smirk visible on his face.
"Bye, bye! Have fun!" Ryouma rang off without listening to the other's threats.
Daisuke sighed again, "And so he managed to ruin the mood."
"Yeah," Kyousuke laughed. "Anyway, it's getting late. We should take a shower..."
"Together?" Daisuke cut in.
"... and go to sleep. Dai-chan, I'm tired. Maybe next time, okay?"
"I'll take your word for it."
The sound of running water reached Daisuke's ears. For a brief moment, he considered sneaking into the shower; however, he decided it would be better to just patiently wait for his turn. He didn't want to make his lover angry after all. At least not on the first day of their reunion.
After a while, Kyousuke came out of the bathroom only in a white towel tied around his waist. Daisuke brushed away the still-wet hair from the younger man's face and quickly kissed his forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.
The warm shower had let Mao relax even more and made him feel sleepy. When Daisuke entered the bedroom, he found his lover still in the towel, lost in his thoughts, lying on the bed.
"Were you waiting for me?" Watanabe's voice brought him back to the reality.
"Ah, was I lying here for so long?" he rubbed his eyes. "I lost sense of time..."
"You're really tired, love."
Daisuke lazily stroked Mao's dark hair and listened to his contented grunts.
"Hey, Mao," he said softly.
"Wait, I should put something on before you say anything else. I don't want to distract you," Hamao joked in a sleepy voice when Daisuke laid his eyes on him.
"Too late. You could be fully clothed and I still would be distracted," Daisuke interrupted with a smile, but patiently waited until the other was finished with changing into his pyjamas. Daisuke lay himself down on the bed, where a moment ago, Mao was lying. Once Kyousuke climbed into bed, he rested his head on his lover's chest and Daisuke started talking.
"I'm taking you for the trip of your life tomorrow," he said. "So don't even think about unpacking yet."
"Wait... what?! What do you mean a trip?!" Kyousuke asked confused by the fast change of topic of their conversation.
"Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little bit, but I can guarantee it will be a memorable experience," Daisuke said, already yawning and drifting off to sleep.
"Wait! Don't fall asleep yet! I demand explanations!" the younger man continued bewilderedly. "Should I be excited or scared?"
"Both," Watanabe winked at him.
"Dai-chan! Answer me! I won't be able to fall asleep if you don't tell me more."
Amused, Daisuke looked down at his lover and placed a kiss on his forehead to assure him that everything will be okay.
"Ah, I'm just kidding! It's just a small trip. Can't I take my love somewhere nice anymore?"
"If you say so..." Mao replied hesitantly. "When you said something earlier about the trip of my life, I thought..."
"Then don't think about that." Daisuke took his lover's face gently into his hands and smiled at him. "You could use some sleep right now. I know you need your beauty sleep... "
"Remind me why I'm putting up with you and your whims?"
"Because you love me, and I'm sorry to inform you, but it's an incurable disease. Luckily for me. And for you too, 'cause it works both ways," Daisuke smirked. "And don't say it like I don't put up with your whims too!"
"Fair enough."
"Goodnight then, my sweet Mao." Daisuke kissed his cheek with tenderness, leaving him smiling and still slightly confused.
"Sweet dreams, Dai-chan."
As Mao had closed his eyes, Daisuke kissed him good night once more before falling into blissful sleep.