Watanuki moaned and arched his back into those skillful hands, even if it hurt. His entire body felt on fire and he wished that the day just hadn't happened. But his Shizuka's hands were a wonder on his skin and he was left in a puddle of goo on his bed. His hands gripped the pillow he clutched to his chest as he lay on his futon, Doumeki sitting at the side of his hip.
"Over to the left a little…"
"Hn." That was all the sound his boyfriend made, but the massage did shift to his right shoulder where it hurt the most and he was left to sigh in pleasure. Really, this was the best and probably as close as Doumeki had gotten to any sort of intimate contact. His cheeks burned and he hid them in the pillow, as they hadn't actually even gotten so far as making out or even intimate touching in the last two weeks they'd been dating.
"That Yuuko-san," he complained for the hundredth time that evening. "It's all her fault I was almost turned into fried chicken!" He paused and turned his head to look in Doumeki's general direction, not wishing to crane his neck to actually see his boyfriend, lest it undo all of Doumeki's work on his back. "How…did your family take it…when you told them?"
It had worried him when Doumeki had told him that since he was already staying in Watanuki's apartment that there was no reason not to just stay there as it was. All he needed, he said, were a few things from the shrine and that was it. His parents hadn't taken well to the news that he was moving in with his boyfriend and yesterday was the first time they'd spoken in two weeks.
He could feel more than see the shrug. "My father threatened to disown if I didn't break up with you. My mother seemed to want to support it, but didn't want to go against my father."
Watanuki gulped. "And will you?"
"Will I what?"
"Br-break--"
Those hands ceased before he'd even gotten the word out and before he could finish his sentence, he had been flipped over and kissed so thoroughly that he had forgotten what he'd been about to say. He blinked his hazy eyes when the extremely long kiss ended and he gasped for air. "Shizuka, what--"
"I will never leave you, Kimihiro."
The words weren't impassioned or emotional like many would have made them. They were, in fact, spoken in a normal tone of voice. But he could see the conviction and love in his boyfriend's eyes that spoke louder than any heartfelt speech.
His cheeks darkened in a blush and hesitantly, he pulled Doumeki closer. He knew that Doumeki was holding back for him. That he had refrained from anything until Watanuki was ready. Perhaps it was the massage his boyfriend had given him to loosen up the tense muscles from the job Yuuko had sent them on; maybe it was because he just loved Doumeki, but tonight he murmured, "You can touch me, if you want…a little…"
For a long moment, Doumeki didn't say or do anything, merely stared down and then those wonderful hands began to wander over the bare skin of his chest, leaving heated trails behind.
"Such pale skin…"
Doumeki's voice was so much lower than normal, so sexy, that it made Watanuki moan to hear it. Lips touched his own again and between the hands of his boyfriend and the kisses, he found himself so hard it hurt. But when Doumeki leaned in and the bulges in their pants met, bringing a hiss of pleasure to his lips at the friction, he balked and pushed his boyfriend away a little.
"Not yet…" he whispered even though they both wanted it so badly.
His boyfriend merely nodded, as if he had expected the response and curled up at Watanuki's back on the bed. For a while, even amid the snuggling, he could still feel Doumeki's hardness, but they both grew soft eventually and he could relax in the love that the stoic boy showered on him. His face never changed, but every gesture he did told the bespectacled boy of his feelings.
Watanuki had never been so happy.
End