Misaki Takahashi, aged nineteen, had just started the first week of his summer break. And what a perfect way to spend his time: being with his one true love. Yeah right! Misaki, although grateful to have time away from the university, was dreading spending his summer being constantly molested by his (rather handsome) twenty eight year old landlord. Misaki always has the opportunity to spend some time with Sumi-senpai over the holidays, but Akihiko will not allow this.

Being under constant observation from his perverted lover, Misaki, after only two days, was already beginning to feel quite suffocated.

For the, what felt like, hundredth time that day Akihiko pounced on him whilst the poor boy was cleaning the dishes after dinner. The plate he was cleaning fell to the floor with a loud crash.

"Dammit, Usagi-san!" Screamed Misaki, Akihiko still pressed up against his back, with his arms around the teen's slim waist. "Stop doing this to me!"

"I can't" He replied simply.

"Of course you can!" Misaki snapped back at him.

"I'm out of Misaki." Misaki froze in the man's arms. He knew what this meant.

"U-uh, ha, ha, ha" He began to laugh nervously, then stuttered "I-I have to get b-back to the dishes now, and clean t-the... the, err... mess you made on the floor!" ~Misaki tried to release himself, but felt the grip only tighten around him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" Akihiko teased "Naughty boy for dropping the plate; you must be punished right now."

Misaki felt his face burn with anger and embarrassment. "Baka Usagi! You're the one who broke the plate!"

Akihiko plaid no attention to his lovers yells as he slid his hand up, under the tee shirt, and felt around his love's torso. He stopped at the semi-erect nipple and gave it a tweak with his thumb and forefinger. Misaki gasped then continued shouting. Pleased with the boys reaction, he played with it more, silencing the teen as he did so. Once satisfied with that nipple he moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Misaki accidently let a low groan escape his throat. He leaned his head back onto the writer's broad chest and closed his eyes as pleasure grasped his sensitive body.

When the nipple was swollen and red, Akihiko moved his hand down south. He stopped momentarily just below the boys navel and stroked this particularly sensitive spot with his index finger, sending shivers through Misaki's young body. He continued on his journey downwards and seized the prize, earning a kind of hissing noise from Misaki. He gripped the teen's stiff member and began to stoke it gently. It was slow at first but the pace quickly became faster and Misaki began unwillingly bucking his hips for more. Akihiko pleasured the boy as hard and as fast as he could.

Misaki was having trouble breathing. The ragged breaths that he managed to take were sharp and painful. He felt himself getting lightheaded, not sure if it was the lack of air or the wonderful thing Akihiko was doing to him down below.

As he felt himself nearing the edge he threw his head back and screamed "Akihiko!" He came in Akihiko's hand, squirting some over the kitchen counters and walls. Unable to stand he dropped to his knees among the glass on the cold floor, breathing as though he had just ran a marathon.

Akihiko licked his hand clean with a satisfied smirk on his face. He dropped down next to the boy on the floor and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"That's the first time you have called me by my first name." He whispered huskily into Misaki's ear "And so loud as well" He snickered "I bet the whole city heard that."

"Shuddup."

Akihiko looked at the adorable sight in his arms. He threw the teen over his shoulder, slapping Misaki's ass playfully. He took the boy up to his room and banged him all night long (1).

Misaki woke up the next morning, in the cocoon of Akihiko's arms, his arse aching horribly. The two naked bodies were still drenched in sweat and come from last nights five rounds of sex.

After struggling for a while, Misaki managed to get himself free of the sleeping Usagi's hold on him.

He walked to his bedroom and put on a pair of boxers. He then walked into the spacious bathroom and looked in the mirror. After seeing a messy, you-know-what covered, still half asleep teenager looking back at him he stripped and rushed into the shower as fast as he could.

Breakfast was the usual: casual conversation, well cooked food and a few perverted glances shot at Misaki by Akihiko (obviously remembering the night the two had shared before).

As Misaki got up to do the dishes from this morning and last night, and had to clean the glass from the floor and the mess on the counters and walls, the phone rang.

Akihiko, cut off from his thoughts of Misaki, reluctantly got up to answer whoever it was.

"Hello?" He snapped. He didn't want his morning with his lover to be ruined.

He was silent for a while as he listened to the person on the other end. After a few moments Akihiko harshly said, quiet enough for Misaki not to hear "No, Misaki cannot come out to see you!" He slammed the phone down. He did not want people taking his Misaki away from him this summer, especially not stupid Sumi-senpai. A great idea sparked in his mind. He crept up to Misaki and put his arm around the teen, making him jump a little.

"You're pretty confident about your English now, right?" He said to Misaki in perfect English.

"Yeah, I guess so" He replied in English.

"Let's go to England!"

1 – Sorry, I'm not ready to write a lemon yet, I don't know why; I just don't seem able to. I might do one in one of the next chapters.... maybe.

Anyway, I really hoped you enjoyed it and PLEASE REVIEW! As much as I love daydreaming about the couple, but it is really hard and tiring writing these things, especially when you're as lazy as me :P, so without your reviews I won't write the next chapters. Just to let you know, over in England a local girl takes a liking to Misaki and Akihiko gets very jealous, that's all I'm saying!

Thanks for reading :D!!