"Makoto! ... Open up. It's me, Toya. I know you're in there..."
What in the world does he want at this time of night? Makoto questions as he notices the time on his alarm clock: just after three in the morning. Oh well. For Toya, I would wake up at any time 3
"Please ... open up," he continues, starting to give up hope as he considers the amount of noise needed to wake a sleeping Makoto relative to how many people may be nearby. Still after no answer, he leans against the back of the door and lowers himself onto the floor, getting out his phone to text Makoto.
I'm right outside your front door. Open up, please?
Within only seconds, the device rings and Toya answers Makoto's call.
"Hey," Toya greets.
"Stop banging on my door. I'm coming. Give me just a few seconds?"
"Okay. Sorry for waking you," he speaks into the phone as Makoto opens the door, removing his back suport and thereby resulting in Toya's back landing on the floor. "Hey."
"Come inside, Toya."
"I was hoping you'd say that," the brainy student says as he pushes himself off the floor and ending the phone call.
"Not that I'm complaining... but can I ask why you're here at three in the morning, Toya?" Makoto groggily asks, closing the door behind his crush.
"I ... I wanted to see you, of course."
"You wanted to see me. At three in the morning." Makoto repeats with a suspicious expression on his face, watching the energetic boy make himself comfortable on his couch. "Toya ... have you been drinking?"
"No. I'm not old enough and besides, it goes against my moral standing to have a fake ID and partake in such illegal activities."
"Okay, my Mister goody-goody. Sorry for asking. It's just that you've never come to visit me ... at three in the morning. You just wanted to see me?" the blonde checks again, taking a seat beside Toya.
"Well, yeah..."
"Okay. Make yourself at home. Are you hungry?"
"Are you cooking anything?"
"Not at the moment, but I'll make you something if you want."
"That's okay. I don't want to make you go out of your way for anything."
"Nonsense!" Makoto assures him with a light tap on the thigh, his usual attempt at flirting but realizing Toya doesn't say or do anything in response this time. "Just let me know if you want something."
"Okay," Toya starts off, "I do want ... to talk."
"I'm all ears. What's been going on?" Makoto's not-so-tired eyes widen in attentiveness as the boy before him speaks.
"Well, to be honest, Makoto... and I'm not sure where to start, but I haven't been completely honest with you."
"About what? If this is about what happened with the Queen of Ice-"
"It's not. Couldn't be further from my point, actually. I'm not even sure how to start out..."
"From the beginning, like most stories."
"Okay. The beginning. About ... eight months ago? Give or take. Do you remember what went on around that time, or should I recap?"
"Eight months ago? How could anyone forget, Toya?"
"I'm not taling about the big picture, though. All the small details that some people wouldn't remember. I know you would, though. And a few others probably, but..."
"Toooooyaaaaaa," Makoto whines. "Sorry. I'm being impatient. Please take as much time as you need."
"No ... no. You're right. I should get to the point. I remember one night in particular. I'll never forget it. Do you know which night I'm talking about?"
"Ooh, ooh. I'll get this, just give me a hint. I love guessing games!" Makoto elatedly requests, showing no signs of tiredness anymore. He awaits a response, however not getting any. His eyes watch Toya, who seems to be much closer than before, and giving the blonde a look he had never yet seen from him. He starts to truly wonder if Toya is in his right mind, seeming as though he might faint but remaining sitting tall and unbreaking his gaze. Makoto's eyes, no longer the focus of Toya's attention, watch the eyes of his love travel slightly downward, to his owns lips. Nervously, he bites his lower lip which gives away with definitive assurance the desires in his heart. "...Toya...?"
"Kiss me ... Makoto," he softly pleads. Makoto does not hesitate to accept the offer.
Don't come on too strong, he tells himself in the brief moments before making contact again. But he is the one initiating...
Before the two can even understand what had just happened, soft lips caress one another as fingers grip the other's hair from behind the neck. Heads turn, noses brushing against each other from each side and switching freqently. While Makoto leans more toward Toya's direction, tasting his lover's bottom lip ever so slightly, he feels a shift in the location of his body and Toya's. When Toya's head is resting on the arm of the couch and hands softly pulling him down by the neck, Makoto seems to have a slight change in attitude about the situation.
"You're such a jerk, Toya!" he cries out and removes himself from above his dream boy.
"What?"
"After all this time ... all this time ... you mean to tell me I always had a chance with you?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to say it. Please understand..."
" ... So who knows?"
"Just you," Toya admits, looking up at his new found love.
"Just me?"
"Yeah ... I ... don't really know what to do."
"Well, what do you want? Is it to be accepted, or to be honest with yourself-"
"To be with you," Toya insists in all seriousness.
"Can I ask a totally pointless question?"
"Go for it."
"Just to clarify ... what exactly are you? Because I'm confused right now."
"What do you mean?"
"Are you gay? Or bisexual, or confused, or...?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. I know there's a lot of girls at Enchant University who would have dated me had I asked them, but I never found any of them to be worth my time, really. I've never really had a romantic relationship with anyone. And the only person I've ever really had feelings for is you. So, gay, I guess? I mean, I supposed I could be bisexual ... maybe there is a girl out there who I could be attracted to. It's all worthless nonsense, anyway. I don't even care. I just want what anybody else wants. Happiness. Love. Who doesn't, right?"
"Hm. I get the feeling you want to keep this a secret, then?"
"I don't know, Makoto. I kind of want to get it off my chest, but ... I'm still not entirely comfortable with it. You ... I'm comfortable with you, though. It's just weird to imagine being labeled as something I never really associated as before. Like ... how am I going to be treated?"
"Like you've always been treated," Makoto reminds him as he slides his fingers between Toya's. "I won't let anyone hurt my Toya, with words or weapons!"
Toya smiles at Makoto, a type of smile Makoto had never seen on the boy: a smile of relief mixed with unexplainable, undying gratitude.
"Thank you, Makoto. And I'm sorry ... for not telling you sooner. For not being so open about it..."
"Don't be, okay? I get it. I'm just glad I know now. That's all that matters, right?"
"I suppose," Toya answers as Makoto lies on his side, gripping on to Toya's side in a cuddly manner to stay on the couch with him.
"So ... how long?" Makoto wants to know, feeling Toya's hands run through his blonde strands once again.
"How long?"
"Have you known?"
"Oh. Heh. You're ... gonna kill me if I tell you that."
"Toya! How long did you keep me waiting?!"
"Some months ... years, maybe."
"Years?!"
"Sorry."
"Well then, we have some years' worth of time to make up for," Makoto reminds Toya in a flirtacious manner as the kissing suddenly resumes, wetter and sloppier this time around. Toya, giddy with excitement, softly giggles at Makoto's tongue dancing around his own. The boys pull each other closer and more tightly, gyrating against one another as Toya's hands travel down Makoto's backside and firmly grasps his bottom.
"Ooh, Toya..." Makoto mumbles, drawing away from his mouth to plant kisses all the way down the side of his neck.
"I'm so happy I came out tonight," Toya mumbles, almost laughing in response to Makoto's neck kisses. "I was so nervous."
"Why nervous?" Makoto half-assedly asks between kisses.
"I guess ... I thought maybe ... hahaha stop! ... That maybe you wouldn't take it the way I'd hoped. That maybe you weren't really interested in me to begin with and you'd turn me down. Like everything ... hehehe ... everything might have been an act just to annoy me or give yourself a reputation? ... But I'm glad I was wrong. I'm glad I came over and decided to tell you."
"And so ... am ... I!" Makoto adds with excitement, feeling Toya's stiffness on the other side of his pants and ready to have it.
"What are you doing?" the one on the bottom lifts himself up and dumbly questions when Makoto's face rests between Toya's legs.
"Hehe. Something I've wanted to do for the longest time ... so just relax," Makoto insists as he cups Toya's chin in his hand, shoving him back to the arm of the couch as he undoes the boy's pants, hardening him even more quickly. "It's not ... too soon, is it?"
"No, I'm ready to go," Toya answers quickly and without much thought.
"I can tell. But I mean, you're comfortable with this right?"
"A little nervous, not gonna lie."
"Me too," the open one agrees. "Should we?"
"I really want to..."
"Good," Makoto whispers before finishing undoing Toya's pants. The one on the bottom lifts up when Makoto attempts to release him from the constraints of the fabric, now resting halfway down his thighs as the blonde nears his stiffness. Toya draws in a quick breath the moment Makoto's lips wrap around him, gently sucking on him like candy while outlining it with his tongue. Toya's legs spread further in relaxation and anticipation as Makoto continues working on him. His eyes close as his fingers grip onto the fine blonde hairs on his lover's head, pulling him even closer.
"Oh God..." Toya mumbles when he feels every inch of him deep inside Makoto's throat, accompanied with sounds coming from the same area. His pants eventually leave his legs completely and in its place, he feels Makoto's loving warmth against him. The blonde draws near and pulls away repeatedly, picking up the pace after a few minutes. "Whoa ... slow down, you're gonna make me cum!"
"Fine by me," Makoto responds with a mouthful, adding further vibrations to stimulate Toya.
"Not yet!" he adds with a look in his eyes that begs his partner to wait, and soon he comes up to kiss him more. Toya's arms push up behind him and then one wraps around Makoto, pulling him as close to his face as possible while their tongues slam against each other. The more feminine of the two pulls himself toward the back of the couch, gripping onto the legs that already surround him to pull the pantsless boy on top of him. In a fit of fiery passion the two hurry to pull the rest of each other's clothes off while attempting to maintain as much skin-to-skin and lip-to-lip contact as possible, pulling apart only when one's top comes above the head. Shortly after Makoto's warm finger finds its way between Toya's cheeks and eventually inside of him, the visitor makes a simple request.
"This would be so much better in the bedroom," he hints with a smile as Makoto starts wiggling around inside of him.
"Yeah?" he responds, lifting up and prompting Toya to do the same. Now standing hand in hand, the two make their way into the bedroom, unable to pull apart from the other's lips on the way. Once inside the room, Toya forcefully pushes Makoto against a wall and aggressively slithers his tongue against his.
"Toya, I had no idea you were so rough! 3 I love it," the trapped one admits once his mouth is free. His pants drop to his knees and he quickly he finds the favor returned as Toya's tongue silently travels down Makoto's entire nude body.
"Oohh, Toya, you have no idea how badly I've wanted this..." he mumbles in pleasure.
"Me too, baby," he mumbles with a stuffed mouth before removing his mouth and forcefully turning Makoto around in such a way that he leans over the edge of the bed, landing face first against the fluffy mattress. Heavy moans escape his mouth when Toya's gentle fingers push against his cheeks from behind, spreading them just enough to fit his soft tongue around the edge of his hole, his nose tickling him just an inch above. To further carry out his desires for the boy, an arm crawls between Makoto's legs and reaches up to stroke him from behind. The blonde squirms in pleasure, moaning with flushed skin indicating his arousal and desire for more.
"To...ya..." he lightheadedly moans to his lover, who doesn't stop what he's doing to respond.
"Hm?"
Instead of speaking, Makoto hands Toya a small container pulled out from under his pillow. There is no need for words. Toya knows exactly what is in the container and what Makoto wants him to do with it.
"Right now?" he checks before opening it.
"Please Toya, I've wanted this for so long..." he begs, still leaning over the mattress and fully exposed. His heart vibrates when Toya's hands stray from Makoto's stiff member and open the container. He shivers when the cold fluid is transferred from Toya's fingertip to Makoto's hole, being gently massaged in. The dark haired boy's finger slides into him, being careful to not to rush into anything and end up hurting him. While still inside him, his other finger dips inside the jar and comes out with more lube, spreading it around the outside of his finger and inserting a second digit inside. He repeats this for several minutes, all while kissing Makoto's neck from behind to soothe and relax him before entry.
"How does that feel?" Toya checks one final time before having his way with him.
"Really, really good. Make me yours now?"
Carefully trading his fingers for his own hard cock, he pulls Makoto's face to the side by the chin and massages his lips with his own to lessen any pain as he penetrates the eager blonde. Barely inside of him, Toya begins to pull out and pushes back in. With resonance he manages to go further each time, continuing to keep him moist enough to do no harm until he makes it all the way inside of him.
"So tight," Toya comments, restraining himself from speeding up too soon. Focusing on Makoto's whimpers and heavy breathing, he is able to understand when to advance. Sweaty palms travel along the blonde's back and around his waist as he thrusts into him repeatedly. With a hand still slippery from the remains of some lube, Toya reaches around to resume stroking Makoto, hopefully to climax this time around.
"Toya..." Makoto chokes up, barely able to speak under the pressure of Toya's movements.
"Makoto! I can't hold it. I'm gonna cum," he lightheadedly cries out.
"Go ahead, I want you to," he seductively permits, feeling sticky just before Toya pulls out of him, drained but refreshed. With a very heavy breath, he collapses beside Makoto with his back against the mattress and continuing to catch his breath.
"Feel better, baby?" Makoto flirts as he moves into his lap and gently strokes Toya's sweaty hair, speaking only between kisses.
"Haha ... wow."
"Speechless?"
"Yes," Toya forces the word out before pushing the sore one over and climbing on top of him. Sweat drips from one body to the other and neither of the lovebirds seems to care. Before either of them can make mention of Makoto's turn, Toys rushes to finish him off orally, sucking tightly and stroking his balls as he lies on top of him.
"Ah, Toya," he softly cries out. "I've been dreaming about this night for years."
"Mm?" Toya only mumbles with a tone of interest, an indirect request to elaborate.
"That you'd ... ah! ... get on top of me and have your way with me," his pace picks up, as does Toya's. The two seem to be urging each other on to speed things up as if everything might vanish if it doesn't. "I'm gonna cum too, okay?"
"Mm," Toya lets out before his mouth is filled with Makoto's satisfaction, not entirely sure what to do with it during his first experience. In his indecisiveness, he lets it remain there, dripping from his mouth like foam from a rabid animal before daring to lick the edge of his mouth and wiping the rest off on his bare arm. He finally pulls himself up, now sitting in a weak position on the floor supported by his calves and looking down at Makoto. " ... Can I stay the night?"
"It's already morning," Makoto reminds him. "Stay as long as you want, Toya."
"Thank you," he gets out before pushing his weak body up to go toward the bed, his bottom being grabbed by Makoto (who soon lies beside him in the bed) along the way.
"Toya..." the more recently drained one softly speaks up while cuddled in the arms of Toya, who nudges his head to see as much of Makoto's face as possible. "You probably know already, but I need to say it. I love you. And I'm so glad you came over tonight."
"I do know. And ... Makoto ... I love you too."
The two smile as they drift into peaceful slumber, cradled aside one another.