Title: Sweet distraction

Written by: Lisse08

Disclaimer: Don't own JR

Summary: It is always troublesome if your love life distracted you from your work or study, but when you vent it out on your lover. How are you going to solve this? Usagi x Misaki. Junjou Romantica.

A/N I know that my English is bad (it's not my native) so, before you read, please forgive me for grammar mistakes.

'The principle of it is to…'

"Misaki, I love you." He squirmed, feeling the touch he yearned every moment on his cheeks, the low harsh voice echoing itself in his eyes.

"Shut up…" Misaki blushed. No matter how much he wanted him to shut up, Usagi never did. In fact, he never did once listen to him.

"I love you." His face became hotter and hotter. Being confessed by someone like this was so embarrassing… yet so…

Misaki blinked, realizing that his mind had wandered off once again. Slamming the book of economic down on the table in furious, he sulked.

This is the fortieth times! The fortieth times being distracted by that stupid-Usagi! He must pull himself together. If he failed this oncoming final exam, he will be held back for a year, which is a big NO for a commoner like him. Sure, the school fee isn't that expensive, considering that it is a public school, but still, his school fee was entirely supported by his big brother, who was married and had a son to take care of. He has his own family expenses. He can't afford to waste his money because he was thinking about the sexes he had with Usagi for five times in a row last night.

The heat rushed up his face. Shaking his head, hoping that he could shake off the images as well, he ran a hand through his hair.

'Touch me… Like you always do… Hurry…' He squirmed.

'Well done.' He heard a gentle laugh that melts his heart, followed by the ruffling on his hair that he loved.

'Be careful on your way.'

He stopped.

NOT AGAIN! NOT AGAIN!! NOT AGAIN!!!

Misaki banged his fist onto the table. 'Study, study, study.' He repeated them as mantra in his head, desperately trying to ward off that Usagi.

"The debit is… excluding…"

'You're mine, for the rest of your life.'

"3245 plus 34 plus 8999…" He raised his voice, higher and higher, wanting to shut down the echoing in his brain.

'I'm not a belonging.'

'I'm not treating you as a belonging but no matter what, you're mine.'

"… Minus… 3544 and…"

'Who decided that?'

'I did.' He grabbed his hand, like he always did and cornered him into the wall.

Slam!

ENOUGH! I'm never going to be able to study if this continues! He buried his head into his arms. Father, Mother and Brother, I'm really sorry. I think I'm going to disappoint you. Am I really going to fail this…? I have to do something about it. But… how?

Knock. Misaki didn't have time to say 'yes' when the door swung opened on its own accord.

"Misaki?" He tensed. The voice that remained in his brain is now truly in this room. "Are you alright? I heard some commotions from downstairs."

"Th… There's a cockroach." Misaki mumbled, still not facing him. He had the sudden wish that Usagi will embrace him again, smoothed his body, and make se-…. He shut his eyes, horrified. How could he have such a perverted thought?

Please go away.

"Is there?" The footsteps sounded closer. His heartbeat increased tenfold.

"Y-Yeah. But I chased it away." He could see that the pen that he was holding trembling slightly.

"I see… How're your studies?"

Misaki gasped as the arms locked around his neck out of the blue, squeezing him tight.

"Usagi… Not now… I'm studying…" He flinched again, feeling the breath on his nape and a bite on his ear sent the spark of pleasure down to his trunk. Usami turned his head over, so that he was looking straight into the mesmerizing onyx. He was becoming dazed as he saw the face growing bigger and bigger into his eyes.

"Stop… Mmnn." His voice was muffled by the kisses.

Stop… Stop… STOP!

"I said, STOP IT! Don't you understand me? I'm trying to focus here, JERK!" Pushing the guy off hard, he shouted and panted. Usagi had a look of surprise written all over his face. Then he saw it. Amongst the surprise, he saw the hurt in his eyes. The moment he traced it, he knew he had done something wrong.

"I… I'm sorry…" He looked averted his gaze down onto the ground. He couldn't bear to look into those eyes.

Silence ensured. He heard his heart beat, clear and loud in his ears. Footsteps followed. Without needing to be told, he knew that Usagi had picked up his stance and walked out of the room. The silence that lingered had Misaki deeply regretted.

May be he was too harsh.

Xxxx

Tick, tick, tick.

"I said, STOP IT! Don't you understand me? I'm trying to focus here, JERK!"

The time was clicking off. Since the time Usagi left his room, he still had not gotten anything into his mind yet. All he could think of was the last words Usagi had said to him hours before.

"I… I'm sorry…"

But it was his fault to start with. It's always him who toyed around with his body and heart, without considering time, place and his feelings. He admitted that he loved how Usagi touched him, whispering the soft sweet words into his ears, but can't he see that he was not in the mood to do this?

"Go ahead with your study."

He looked at the clock. It had been really quiet since then.

Is he still around…?

He tapped on the paper, the guilt seeping in. There is no way that he could concentrate with this, but if he did apologize, then Usagi will continue to do those things to him and things will just go back to usual. But he couldn't study at all like this as well. If compared with this distracted and unsettled feeling, he would rather choose to think about those pleasure moments.

Usagi-san…

'I'll just go and apologize…'

Bearing that in his mind, Misaki stood up from his place and walked out of the room.

Xxxx

He couldn't stop the creaking sound even if he tried to tap as gently as he could. The back of Usagi was facing him. The smoking scent filled the room as he walked nearer. He gulped. Usagi never listened to him despite his warning that smoking shortened his life. But for now, that wasn't what concerned him.

He looked down at his footsteps. With all this creaking sound, for sure, Usagi must have heard him coming down. The reason why he wasn't looking back at him as he usually would be because…

He was probably still mad at him.

"Ano… Usagi-san?" Misaki asked tentatively. "I'm really sorry…"

"It was my fault. You didn't do anything wrong." That was a bit shock. Misaki didn't know what to respond. This was the first time he, the almighty me, ever apologized to him. It made him a bit… happy. Well, just a little tiny bit. It didn't last long, though.

"Anyway, I'm leaving Tokyo for awhile." Usagi continued, still not turning to look at him. Another wave of shock erupted in Misaki's stomach, stronger.

"Eh?"

"I'm leaving Tokyo for awhile." Usagi repeated.

"Wh…" This shouldn't be happening… Usagi-san never… "Wh—Where to? For how long?"

"Hokkaido. Three weeks." The mechanical voice said.

"Three weeks? Didn't we just go there few months ago?"

Usagi-san never left me alone in this house for that long.

"I have an interview to attend there."

Stunned, he could only watch as Usagi got out from the room. Once again.

Did Usagi really isn't angry at him? Why doesn't he make any move to touch me again? Why…?

Misaki slumped into the couch. He stared at Suzuki-san who was sneering back at him, as if challenging him. Still, he couldn't stop the downhill and mixed feelings that he was facing.

If Usagi was going to leave him alone, it would be fine for him. He didn't want to care about it, not when he still has his studies to worry about.

But why?

His sight went blur. He didn't realize that he was already crying until the tears rolled down his face, unceasingly.

Why does his heart feel so lonely…?

Xxxx

A/N Next chapter

Will they solve their problems before Usagi leave?

Unexpected problem came when Misaki is left alone in the house. What will it be?