Unexpected Developments

Part One

It was nice to have the house to himself. Shun had begged and begged and begged for him to suck it up and go with the family on their planned trip to a Nagasaki theme park. Abe Takaya wasn't up for it. He didn't want to be stuck in a hotel room the entire time unable to enjoy the attractions. Shun had called him earlier to complain about how boring it was without him, but according to their mother, he'd met a friend from school there and they were inseparable. Having the time of their lives, she'd said. Abe didn't feel the least bit guilty.

He liked the peace. No one was there to bother him, and if all was right and just with the world, no one would be, either. He looked down at the only nuisance for the week, his sprained knee. It left him more bottom-bound than he'd prefer to be, but without it, he wouldn't have had the chance to relax at home alone. With nothing but freedom in sight, he decided to do the one thing he'd wanted to do since meeting Tajima Yūichirō and thus gaining access to a plethora of explicit materials. He settled himself down in the living room with a snack, a sense of satisfaction and an X-rated movie.

He was excited to watch the film and was surprised by how nervous he felt. It wasn't as though anyone would ever find out. Even at eighteen, he hadn't had the opportunity of viewing one before that afternoon. His father hid his stuff well; Abe hadn't seen a single magazine since he'd been caught with one when he was a little younger than Shun. He wasn't going to let rattled nerves get the better of him. He steeled his resolve and let the disc play. He settled back in his chair, prepared to let the good times roll.

The opening scene showed a man on a bed waiting for a call. The man was a foreigner, and when he spoke, it was in English. He checked his phone and smirked. He got up and left the room, returning momentarily with another man. They were holding hands and grinning at each other. It didn't take long for Abe to catch on to what was going to happen next. Blood rushed to his head as he quickly paused the movie. He was pretty sure he was about to have one of those trite nosebleeds that he'd always thought was an exaggeration.

What was Tajima thinking? He gave him a gay porn? Of all the things in the world to give him? Was it some kind of joke? Abe leaned forward and tried to calm down. On one hand, he was angry. Whether it was an assumption or done to be funny, Tajima had it coming to him. On the other hand, he was excited. He had never seen any gay stuff before. He had long ago come to terms with his sexuality. He was open to a lot of things, things he wouldn't readily admit to anyone. Since he had no plans on acting on any of it just yet, he felt it was no one's business. Had Tajima seen through him, and somehow figured it out? Abe balled his fist. He really wanted to pop him one for being so damn audacious.

Abe glanced at the TV. The men were sexy. The one who had been waiting was about a foot shorter than the other. He was pale with brown hair and a slim build. The other was olive-skinned and burly. He had short dark hair and thick hands. Abe bit his lip. He wanted to see it. He felt he owed it to the curious side of him, the side that never got any playtime due to Abe's inherent fear of rejection. He swallowed hard, reached for the remote and started the film again. He sat back and gripped the armrests of the chair, bracing himself for the action.

The pair began kissing, the shorter one eagerly pulling the taller one into the room. They fell back onto the bed and began undressing one another. Abe's hips were already buzzing with pleasure. The scene before him was incredibly hot. Both actors were handsome. Their mouths were sexy. The way the larger man's hands looked against the paler, smoother, softer skin of the smaller man's body was turning him on. Abe reached down and stroked himself over his gym pants. He swallowed hard and sank into the chair, moaning quietly to himself.

The smaller man reversed positions with the taller one, laying him down against the bed. He lifted his shirt and made a show of kissing and teasing his body. Abe reached a hand under his own shirt and rubbed at his nipples. It caused a shocking sensation to ripple across his core. His senses were heightened thanks to a scene much more true to life than what he could muster up in his imagination. Abe closed his eyes and leaned back, thinking of the pair on the screen, allowing them to go further in his mind. He wanted to see some real action, things he had only dreamed about.

The shorter man began to tug down on the other's pants, allowing his privates to emerge. Abe thought of the large, throbbing member as his own as a soft, pink tongue swirled around its tip. Abe rubbed himself in that area, uttering another stifled moan. It was so damn sexy. Abe kept his eyes glued on the screen as hands, tongue and mouth enveloped and stroked and licked the shaft and scrotum, goose bumps tingling into peaks along Abe's own package. He moaned again, louder this time, unconsciously. He felt ready to start going further, but he reminded himself that he had all afternoon. He could watch the video to the end uninterrupted and bring himself to completion whenever he liked.

He reached for his drink and popped the top. He took a few quick gulps and then sat it down. He brought the back of his hand across his mouth and relaxed again. The further the pair went along, the more heightened his arousal became. And the more aroused he became, the more he pictured himself as the recipient of everything the smaller man gave the taller one, every lick, every stroke, every moan. It looked like it felt so good. Abe closed his eyes again, picturing a shadowy figure down on his member, suckling it, licking the tip. Closing both palms around it and stroking it. Abe licked his lips, resisting touching himself with all his might. He imagined touching along the shadowy figure's face, along the wisps of their hair, along their stiffened shoulders. He knew who he wanted it to be. He knew who he wanted lapping at his shaft, scraping their fingers along his hip. He imagined that person there, their small, perfect mouth wrapped around his hardness, their wiry, calloused fingers rubbing against the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Their diminutive, lilting voice whispering his name.

"Taka…"

"Shiiiit…" he groaned. "Mihashi…" Abe tightly gripped the remote and paused the movie. His eyes flickered open and caught sight of the TV screen. It was right before penetration. Those large, dark hands were gripping the pale, but rosy buttocks of the bottom, the tip of the shaft buried between the cheeks. Abe's body was in overload. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed hard.

Mihashi didn't tan well, but Abe did. He liked the difference in their skin coloring as summer progressed. He liked the difference in their heights as they both grew in in their own way. He liked picturing himself next to Mihashi. He liked being possessive of his pitcher. He liked how submissive and trustful Mihashi was of him. Abe wanted him. He wanted him badly. Not just the way that he'd managed to have him since they formed their battery, he wanted every piece of him. He wanted him by him always. He wanted to keep and care for him and he wanted to experience him in a way that he wasn't prepared to even imagine anyone else ever having him.

Abe sat the remote control down to the right of him and absently grabbed the can of lemon lime soda from his food tray. He took a swig of it, nearly choking when he heard someone at the front door. He quickly reached for the remote again and switched the output on the TV from the DVD player to the television stations. He straightened his body, feeling a dull pain in his knee as he did. He winced as he sat his pop down.

"Hello?" he called out. "M—ma?"

"Sorry for intruding," a meek voice came from the entryway. Abe's eyebrows perked. Slowly, fluffy sandy blonde hair came into view across the frame followed shortly by a single, widened brown eye. Abe didn't think it was possible for him to grow any harder. God, it was painful.

"Mihashi?" Abe gasped out, startled. "What—what are you doing here?"

"Um…" Mihashi Ren moved away slightly. "I'm…here to check up on you." Abe stared at him, still unsettled.

"What?" he asked. Mihashi shrunk away even more. Abe sighed in annoyance. "Come in, Mihashi," he said. Mihashi took a step to the left, completely entering Abe's view. He was dressed in khaki shorts that stretched just beneath his knees. Underneath a hooded dark blue vest jacket was a plain white V-neck T-shirt. His hair was an unkempt mass and his limbs looked lithe and toned. He had his school bag and a clothed bundle with him.

"Are you…mad?" Abe shook his head very slowly, unaware of the lecherous, glazed-over leer he was giving Mihashi.

"No. Not at you, at least." Mihashi shuffled a foot and averted his eyes. Abe was sure that if he didn't have an injury he would have tackled Mihashi to the ground. Abe had an unnaturally deep attachment to him. Sure he was attracted to him. Sure he had had these naughty thoughts about him before. However, Mihashi had never looked so downright edible before.

"If you're mad, I…can…go… I don't want Abe to be mad at me." You aren't going anywhere, Abe thought.

"Come here, you dolt," he said out loud. "I don't need anyone to check in on me but I'm not going to kick you out and you just got here." Mihashi nodded very slowly and walked over to Abe. He held up the bundle.

"This is from…my house," he said. "It's stew." Absently, Mihashi's scent wafted over him. Abe's clothing weren't very revealing, but again, his body clenched with arousal, causing him to worry about his erection being found out.

"Pop it in the fridge, we'll eat it later," he said, his voice faint. Mihashi's eyes grew large for a short time. He looked towards the kitchen, and then his gaze trailed helplessly around the room. "What?" Abe asked, hoping Mihashi hadn't realized anything.

"It's quiet…"

"Everyone's gone for the week, it's just me here."

"So…your mother's not home?" Again, it took the jaws of life to keep Abe grounded. No one was home. No one would be. He was home alone with a strikingly alluring and unsuspecting Mihashi. Abe wanted to pounce on him like an animal in heat. His arms clenched at his side, Abe tried to swallow those urges back. Damn, did he need a cold shower.

"No," Abe said. Mihashi's face turned red as he stared at Abe's face.

"I'm intruding…" he said shamefully. Abe became nervous for a split second before he shook it off.

"Mihashi, seriously," he said, beginning to lose his patience. "Put the food in the refrigerator and relax. It's fine. I can have company over, I'm not five." Mihashi's head ducked and he left the room momentarily. He returned holding his bag with both hands. "Sit." Mihashi walked over to him stiffly and settled himself on his knees near him on the side of the bad knee. Abe gritted his teeth at him and sighed through his nose.

"Abe?"

"Yeah?"

"Really, if you're mad, I—"

"No." Abe closed his eyes and urged himself to relax. "I just told you, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at whoever sent you over here." Mihashi made a small noise in his throat.

"I…I…I…I…I…" Abe's eyes clenched tighter. He thought about his situation, about the talk he'd had with Mihashi in that very room. He opened his eyes and looked over to Mihashi. He smiled very faintly.

"It was your idea, is that what you're getting at?" Mihashi nodded. "I'm not mad at you."

"But you just said…"

"I didn't think it was you. I'm…glad that you're concerning yourself with me."

"I…I…I wanted to come today…to make sure you had some company. The guys are at Tajima's… I didn't want you to feel left out."

"Thank you." Mihashi gave a crooked tilt of the lips, something that couldn't really be called a smile, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. He looked at the TV.

"Why…is the volume so low?" he asked. Abe had forgotten about the TV and the DVD. He quickly thought up a lie.

"I was um, about to nap." Mihashi looked guilty.

"Don't let me interrupt," he said. Abe shook his head.

"I'm more awake now that I have company." That tiny smirk came back.

"Will we really have dinner together, Abe?" Mihashi asked. His eyes were hopeful. Abe wanted to tell Mihashi that he didn't plan on letting him leave any time soon.

"Yeah," Abe said. "Of course." The smirk grew a nearly indiscernible amount.

"Ok," Mihashi said. Abe turned the volume on the TV up and the pair sat and watched a few shows together. The distraction was nice. Without the influence of the porn, Abe was able to settle back and lose himself in the programs. Mihashi sat stiffly and quietly. Abe was content with him there with him, but he still wanted to do things with him that he knew he wasn't allowed to—innocent things, but things that people who were just friends didn't do. His hair looked so clean and fluffy. Would it really be so bad if he reached up to touch it?

"Abe?" Abe glanced over at Mihashi. Mihashi put a hand to his stomach. "I'm hungry… How…about you?"

"Yeah," Abe said. "Let's go eat."

"Oh…? Are you going to get up? You don't have to, Abe, I can make it."

"You know your way around my kitchen?" Abe asked, skeptical.

"I…I… Well… I'm sure I can figure it out." Abe leaned back on the chair.

"I appreciate you wanting to help out, but I'm home alone for a week. You realize that I'm able to move around by myself, right?"

"I…don't want you to overexert yourself. Mr. Shiga said that if you move too much too fast you can aggravate the sprain."

"So you're here to do my moving for me?" Abe asked. Mihashi nodded slowly. Abe folded his arms. "All right then. I'm hungry, so let's eat." Mihashi stared at him for a short time. That tiny, guarded smirk grew a little. He nodded obediently and stood.

"I brought root stew," he said, bringing his hands together. "It's good…for you. I'll make it right away." Abe smirked at him as he nearly ran into the kitchen. This worked for him, too. If he played his cards right, it would be easy to guilt Mihashi into staying with him.

Despite how worried Abe became as he sat and waited for Mihashi to return for almost a half an hour, he gave it time. As long as he didn't see any flames sparking out or hear any curses, things were probably okay. Mihashi came into the room with a tray with two large bowls. They were steaming. The smell made Abe's mouth water. Mihashi lowered the tray near Abe's side. The portions were enough to feed a small family. It was perfect. Mihashi kneeled next to him and served him. He waited for him to eat before he took his own bowl and spoon and settled himself next to Abe's bad leg again. They ate quickly and in silence, occasionally wincing from burning their mouths. Mihashi's mom was an incredible cook. Everything tasted good even though it was reheated. Abe sat his empty bowl aside and let out a satisfied sound.

"Thanks for the meal," he said. Mihashi was still working on the last bit of his.

"You're welcome."

"Your mom's amazing," Abe said. Mihashi paused in eating.

"My mom?" he asked.

"Yeah. She made the stew, right? She can really cook."

"Mom…had to work earlier…" Mihashi said. "So me and dad made it." Abe was nonplussed. Was he joking? He made that delicious stew?

"You cooked?" Abe asked. Mihashi nodded.

"It's a recipe from my grandmother," he said. "I didn't think it would turn out this good, though…"

"Your dad helped you?"

"He didn't trust me to do it alone…" Mihashi said. "But it's really simple. You just chop vegetables up and put them in the pot with broth and seasonings and cook it. Grandma said you know it's ready when the broth reaches the level of the vegetables. It takes a long time to cool down though."

"Never pegged you for a cooker," Abe said.

"You…have to eat something other than take out…" Mihashi said. "So…I wanted to learn to cook a few things…" Abe was confused. What was he talking about?

"But as far as you know, my mom's home though, right?" he said. Mihashi's lips tilted downward and he turned his head. His neck looked so appetizing, Abe temporarily forgot what they were talking about. Mihashi's expression changed to one of remorse.

"Well…about that…" he said. "I…I… Well… You see… I kinda knew… Your little brother told me about it. The vacation. The last time I was here. I…asked him if I would still be able to see you… He told me…where the spare key is kept." Abe raised his eyebrows.

"Well, now. You've got a lot of balls, don't you?" Mihashi's face was so adorable. His lips were curled in the most peculiar way. It was endearing, how apologetic he was. Abe reached up and cupped his cheek in his hand. It was so soft. Mihashi's eyes watered and he froze. He looked a little frightened.

"Huh?" he murmured.

"Hey…Mihashi?"

"Abe?"

"Thanks." Mihashi stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Abe…you're not mad…?" Abe shook his head, and gently stroked his cheek. Mihashi looked mesmerized.

"No, I'm not." Mihashi stared at him. He raised a hand and rubbed it along Abe's fingers. He cupped his hand, then lowered it to grasp his wrist. Abe had a nagging feeling come over him that he had made Mihashi uncomfortable. But then, suddenly, Mihashi smiled at him. And giggled. Abe was startled. It was an odd sound, almost like a sneeze. Mihashi took Abe's hand away and held it. He giggled again.

"Abe," he said. He slunk down to the floor. The position caused Abe's arm to land across Mihashi's shoulder. Mihashi continued to hold Abe's hand within his own. His hands were very warm. They weren't shaking as they normally did. Abe watched him for a few moments, still unsettled. He leaned back against the chair and slowly came to think more about the fact that he had successfully gained intimate contact with Mihashi. It was welcomed. Mihashi seemed elated. It felt nice to know it. Abe wasn't going to ask him to stay flat out. He was going to allude to it and let Mihashi make that decision. Maybe he wanted to stay with him. Maybe it was something he'd already planned to do. Abe wanted to know what Mihashi's reaction meant. He wanted to know if Mihashi desired the same things that he did. He would try his hardest not to push it and instead, let things progress naturally.