Title: The Talk

Words: 1389

Warnings: M/M, vague descriptions of a blowjob.

Notes: I'm sorry, I wasn't even gonna have smut in this, but then Mika had other ideas.

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"Mika…"

The heated moan against the aforementioned blond's lips immediately lets him know that something is just a little bit different about this particular make out session. The fingers lightly encroaching on the hem of his shirt tell an even bigger story. And is that – ? Yes, it definitely is, Mika acknowledges, as he feels the black-haired man above him grind his hardness against Mika's thigh.

Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Mika's own hands, ever carding through Yuu's hair while Yuu's own wander unabashedly, slowly lower to Yuu's shoulders, and he grips him tightly, lightly pushing back. There's an annoyed whine as the ebony-haired man relents and pulls away, his green eyes opening to meet Mika's blue ones, his face flushed in a manner Mikaela can only describe as pretty. Pity he won't be getting to see this again, no matter the context. Mika's endorphin-laden brain might be screaming that Yuu is different, but the logical part of him cruelly reminds him it's just not possible.

He's beginning to wonder if he's a masochist, really. He's truly got no explanations for why he keeps getting into relationships only to have them – and his emotions – crushed from this.

"What's wrong?" Yuu's voice is a little slurred from something Mika can only assume is lust. He's heard that sort of intonation before, although not in his voice. This is the first time Yuu has gotten this worked up with him, and there's a nagging feeling at the pit of the blond's stomach that this will be the last.

"I – need to tell you something," Mika starts, watching as his boyfriend (soon to be ex-boyfriend, his brain sneers unhelpfully) sits back in his lap, no longer trying to pin him against the couch they've found themselves on. "It's important," he adds, and he knows he's stalling. Yuu knows, too – Mika can tell, because his mouth curves in that way it does when he's impatient.

"Well, what is it?" he demands, his voice louder this time and no longer laced with desire. Mikaela finds his hands groping for Yuu's own, to hold them, as if to pull Yuu closer, because he wants Yuu, he wants Yuu very much, just not in the way Yuu wants him. And the closer the words are to the tip of his tongue, the sicker Mikaela feels, because he just knows he's going to react like all the others, there's no reason for him to be any different. Why should he be any different?

The blond is on the verge of chickening out. He steels himself, fingers squeezing lightly, shuts his eyes so he doesn't have to look at Yuu's expression. Like a bandage. Rip it off fast. "I don't want to have sex." But he says it so quickly that he worries the words are garbled and indistinct. He takes a deep breath and repeats himself, more articulately this time. "I don't want to have sex. I'm not interested in sex."

A silence follows that Mikaela can only describe as terribly uncomfortable. Like a bandage, this is nothing like a bandage, he has always hated these seconds of quiet that feel like hours. But at least, he guesses, Yuu hasn't gotten up yet.

"Oh. Is that all?"

Mika's eyes snap open in shock. His (ex?) boyfriend is blinking at him owlishly and chewing lightly on his lower lip in a manner that Mika would normally find absolutely adorable.

"'Is that all'?" he repeats, a little dumbly. Out of all the possible reactions he expected, this was definitely not on the list.

"Yeah. Is that all."

"I, um, yes."

"Okay then." The black-haired young man grins and slides off his legs to settle down beside him, looking completely unperturbed. Mika stares at him blankly, his gaze wandering from the rather noticeable lump in the other's pants to his unconcerned expression.

"You're not…mad?" the blond asks carefully, as if expecting a whiplash of expletives to come streaming from Yuu's mouth the moment the question is posed.

"Nope." He shakes his head to confirm his response. Mika is still beyond flabbergasted.

"You're not breaking up with me?"

This gets the other man moving. "What? Why would I ever break up with you over something like that?!" His emerald eyes are blazing, and he's grabbed a hold of both Mikaela's shoulders as he glares at him, as if staring him down for even daring to suggest such a thing. His indignation is plain on his face.

Mikaela's mouth feels a little dry. "No…no reason, just…"

"Just?" Yuu's eyes burn into his own, and Mika finds himself confused for the fifth time that day.

"Just…just most people do want to break up," the blond says carefully. He regrets the words almost immediately, convinced that Yuu will realize his error and decide that that is actually a good idea after all.

Instead, the ebony-haired man huffs and leans back against the couch again, rolling his eyes. "Well, good. That means I get to be your boyfriend." There's a smirk on the slightly shorter man's lips that Mika would almost describe as self-satisfied, and one of his hands grasps for one of Mika's. It's not quite until Yuu's fingers twine with his that Mikaela feels himself actually beginning to process the situation, and his heart flutters a little in his chest.

"You don't care."

"I don't."

"Oh." He can't really think of anything to say after that, and just watches him out of the corner of his eye. Yuu's eyes are probably Mika's favourite part of him. They're a gorgeous colour, and expressive to boot. And while his eyes currently seem nonchalant, even content, there's a thinly veiled frustration within them, and Mika remembers. His gaze flicks down for a bare second. "…What about you?"

"Huh? Oh, uh…" Yuu coughs. "It's fine, I can take care of it later. Don't worry about it, Mika." He waves his other hand carelessly to ward off any doubts.

That does it. All the stress and dread that's been steadily growing in Mikaela's core throughout the week erupts and floats away in the form of uncontrollable laughter. His shoulders shake with the force of his mirth, and his free hand comes up to rest against his forehead, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. He's so unspeakably relieved that he can't possibly express it, and Yuu is probably offended right now, but there's nothing he can do about it.

"You're so…" Perfect. The thought trails off, unfinished, amidst soft giggles, and Mika takes deep breaths to try to calm himself. Yuu isn't like the others, he's so much more beautiful, and he can't believe how utterly lucky he is to have met him.

"Ah? What? I'm what? What were you gonna say, Mika?!" Insistent fingers tug at him, and the blond shakes his head softly, before shifting to straddle Yuu's lap. The black-haired man makes an indecipherable squeaking sound as Mikaela's weight settles against his clothed erection. He presses a chaste kiss to Yuu's forehead, and then to his ear, although it becomes less chaste when he opens his mouth to whisper, "I'll fix it, Yuu-chan."

He lets himself slide down the other's body until he's kneeling on the floor between Yuu's legs. One of his hands palms at Yuu's groin, curiously, and he reflects that he has never seen his boyfriend's face this red.

"I thought – ! You said – !" Yuu's breathing is staccato and his eyes are dark, lips parted in a little 'o' as he stares down at the blond with wide eyes.

Mika laughs lowly. "I might not be interested in sex myself, but I can still do this for you, Yuu-chan."

"But you said! You don't need to!" His voice is adorably high-pitched, and Mikaela can detect a hint of what he thinks is need in Yuu's own voice.

"But I want to." He hums and smiles a little as his hands work at Yuu's belt. He has never given anyone a blowjob before, but he's pretty certain he doesn't mind Yuu being his first. And while he's never liked bodily fluids, especially not this kind, Yuu's choked out moans make Mikaela's chest swell with warmth, and he supposes that it's all worth it if he can see his boyfriend's face like this (flushed, elated) every once in a while.