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Pairing: Usagi & Misaki
Summary: Same as last chapter D: To lazy to copy paste.
Chapter two: Experience
Junjou Romantica
A series of pops and clicks broke the early morning silence. Usagi slowly opened his eyes as he stretched, groaning at the sounds his joints were making as he moved. At some point last night the author had run out of coffee and ended up falling asleep at his desk. Clenching and unclenching his hands he continued typing, at first a little clumsily due to fatigue but soon his hands fell into the familiar rhythm of fingers to keys.
His deadline was coming up and he had about two more chapters to go, it wasn't like he actually cared about pleasing his editor by submitting his manuscript early. But in reality, he wanted to be done with his latest project for when Misaki returned.
The boy only had so many breaks from school throughout the year, and very few of which were ones where the youth was free to do as he pleased. This time around he had no studying to do or schoolwork to complete, and the author planned to use this to his advantage, the brunette would have no excuse to throw at his lover when the older man pounced.
Smirking slightly at the thought, he lifted his first cigarette to his mouth. Misaki had him limited to three per day, one in the morning, one after lunch, and one for just after dark on the terrace. Usually this would have pissed the author off to no end, but Misaki trying to get him to quit was irritating at times yes, but was also something that touched the author in a way only the younger man could. It showed that he cared about his health and in turn him.
Usagi continued writing at a moderate pace until just after noon. His latest BL novel was written in the perspective Misaki. Him and Akihiko were in the middle of a particularly steamy scene and he author couldn't find the words to describe how it felt to be ravished by another man, because he himself had always been the one doing the ravishing.
Tipping back in his chair he took a particularly long drag at his cigarette. Blowing an impressive amount of smoke up into the air, he watched as it floated up towards the ceiling catching the few rays of sunlight that wormed their way threw the tightly drawn blinds. After a few moments spent sitting in silence, he scooted his chair forward and picked his phone up off the desk.
Pressing one, the author put the device to his ear, listening to each ring as it passed and finally the sound of his adorable lovers voice telling him to leave a message followed by a sharp beep. Without taking the phone away from his ear he hung up and pressed one again, and waited for the younger man to pick up. Repeating this motion over six times he finally gave up.
Even if Misaki did pickup, there was no way the younger man would tell him how it felt to be thoroughly pounded. Although it would have been more than a little amusing to hear how he would sputter and gape openly at the authors boldness and then fly into an embarrassment fueled rage, Usagi found himself laughing affectionately at the thought.
Once again the author leaned back in his chair, thoughtfully considering the words he needed to finish his current paragraph. Eventually he decided that experience was the only way to go, none of the descriptions he came up with seemed to fully capture the experience.
Now of course he wasn't about to let someone else impale him from behind, but a little bit of self-stimulation couldn't hurt. It only made sense to do so, his writing was more or less based on his own experiences anyway, so he could just think of this as another notch under his belt, right?
Misaki woke up in about the same state he had fallen asleep in, one hand down his pants the other wiped clean and tucked under his head, cushioning the side of his face. Slowly he opened his eyes blinking a few times tiredly as his gaze gradually focused on a pair of honey colored eyes only a few inches from his own…
The brunette suddenly aware of another person under the covers flew back, tangling himself in the sheets and falling off the side of the bed, he landed in a heap on the floor. Groaning he picked himself up rubbing the part of his head that had come into contact with the small dressing table now knocked askew by the impact.
Mahiro clapped his hands and giggled a couple of times as Misaki straightened himself out and re-made the bed.
"Ma-chan, why were you in my bed?" he asked sounding unamused and groggy. The little boy seemed to consider his words before he said them.
"Oji-san, you're in my bed!" Mahiro said through an explosion of laughter, confused Misaki really looked around the room for the first time since waking up, the colour immediately drained from his face as took in his surroundings, there was a racecar rug by front of the closet, a mobile suspending three model planes, blocks and Lego pieces scattered around the floor by a large toy box. The walls were painted a light blue with a spaceship themed border running around the room near the ceiling. Oh god.
Horrified the brunette looked down at his smiling nephew, not knowing what to say he just stared lips slightly parted in both disbelief and shock. Should he apologize? What's going to happen when nii-san finds out? What about Manami, he couldn't face his sister in law if she found out he… he did 'that' in her house with her son in the room no less. Oh god. He repeated to himself silently.
"Ma-Mahiro, w-why are you laughing so much?" he asked shakily.
With another eruption of giggles the boy shook his head and clamped his hands over his mouth causing his small shoulders to shake even more as he tried to stifle his laughter.
"Oji-san your face!" He shrieked through his laughter, just as Manami walked in. She paused in the doorway upon seeing Misaki, blushed lightly and walked out waving her hand over her head saying, "Misaki-kun, Ma-chan, come downstairs, and I'll fix you something to eat."
Misaki was panicking, if he went downstairs and Mahiro said something about last night he'd all but die of embarrassment not to mention shame. It also didn't help that he had been moaning his lovers name the entire time he'd been 'fixing' himself.
Gradually his mind came back together and he could think relatively clearly again, at least to the point where he had enough sense to get Mahiro up and dressed, retrieve his night shirt from the floor and go back to his own room to get changed and hyperventilate in private.
Had he just single handedly outed himself to his nephew and corrupted a child. Whose parents were waiting for him to join them downstairs, parents who he still had to spend the rest of the day, that night, and the next with.
Nervously he pulled his t-shirt over his head and put on a hoodie zipped it half way up and walked out the door. Pausing at the top of the stairs Misaki took a deep breath, bracing himself. Paranoia was one of Misaki's weak points, ever since his parent's accident he had taken to expecting the worst and then some.
Deciding to bestow him self with this particular 'experience' was something the silver haired man had decided on a whim. Now that he actually had to perform the act itself he was more than a little hesitant. Sitting stark naked in front of a mirror with an assortment of 'toys' in front of him he was growing more and more wary of his decision.
Stashed under the older mans bed was a vast array of sex toys most unused the rest immaculately clean and in perfect order. Yes Usagi was a pervert, but the one responsible for his ownership of such things was none other than, Eri Aikawa.
The woman used to bring over a basket full of lube and toys amongst various other things every time she came over, along with some form of sweets for Misaki. The editor figured it would spice up the couple's sex life and in turn the striking authors BL novels.
Now however, Usagi wished she'd purchased something… Smaller. There was everything from large to gigantic when it came to the size of the 'objects' she'd bought. He wasn't even sure Misaki could handle some of this stuff, let alone any other human being.
Contemplating which lucky item would be the one to first claim the author's unexplored regions. He settled on a toy that was relatively simple and about the same size as his own member. Usagi, being exceptionally well endowed meant that the toy was nowhere near the size he would have preferred it to be. He figured however that if Misaki could take him, he could take it.
Upon entering the kitchen Misaki was met with a warm smile from his older brother and Manami, Mahiro on the other hand was no where to be found. Takahiro went to say something but stopped when Manami stomped on his foot under the table.
Giving her husband a stern look, she turned to Misaki, remorse and a trace of something else evident on her face. She cleared her throat and whole heartedly thanked him for making breakfast, and then went on to say "Misaki, I'm sure you noticed Mahiro's not here, he's been put in time out and I'd like to-"
Misaki cocked his head to the side and swallowed, "wait what did Ma-chan do?" cutting her off mid sentence. Hopefully feigning ignorance would help his case. At this both Takahiro and Manami's eyes widened slightly. Guess not.
"You haven't seen your bag yet have you?" she asked quizzically.
Her question caught him off guard, what had she asked? His bag? What? "N-no… What's wrong with my bag?" Misaki questioned unconsciously bristling.
"Oh.. Um well, when I went to collect Mahiro from your room this morning, and well he-"
Misaki cut her off yet again, "Wait… Did Mahiro sleep in my room last night?" he asked and nervously continued, "Because… because I woke up in Ma-chans room this morning." He could feel the heat pool in his cheeks, as he looked down, still ashamed of his actions from the night prior.
"Misaki, you offered to sleep in Mahiro's room last night… He has a cold, and the humidifier is in the guest room?" Manami regarded him questioningly when Misaki visibly relaxed after hearing what she said.
To be honest Misaki didn't remember offering to sleep in the younger boys room at all, but it was understandable because the younger man wanted nothing more than to get out of the dining room last night and go up to bed. Hell, he would have agreed to eat his own hand if it meant he could leave Manami and Takahiro alone. The couple was eyeing each other from across the table over the course of the meal, and it was giving Misaki goose bumps just thinking about it. But that didn't explain what had happened to his bag.
"Oh.. oh yeah, I remember now. Um… about my bag?" he asked
This time Takahiro cleared his throat, "Its easier if you just go and see for your self." His brother said rather sheepishly.
"A-alright?" Misaki said as he pushed out his chair and went up stairs.
As soon as he walked through the door to the guest room, the damage was evident. Mahiro had single handedly ruined everything Misaki had brought with him, aside from the clothes he had laid out for himself the day before that he was now wearing and his pajamas.
It looked as if Mahiro had been up all night cutting up and drawing on Misaki's things. Weirdly enough Misaki wasn't angry, in fact he was so relived he hadn't corrupted Mahiro, he didn't care, shutting the door behind him Misaki slid down to the floor and sighed. "Thank goodness" he said aloud.
Usagi was not putting the deed itself off, he was simply preparing. He sorted and resorted all the different types of lube, chose a strawberry flavored tube, and then went on to clean all of the already spotless 'toys' also organizing them by size and colour. He ran the particular toy he was going to enter himself with under warm water to make the affect more 'realistic' and then stood there, staring at the offending object sitting in the sink.
He flexed and unflexed his legs a couple of times, and decided he'd leave the toy to warm up in the water and go get something to eat.
Once in the kitchen he realized he wasn't hungry, or thirsty for that matter. But not quite ready to go upstairs he decided to wash few the dishes that were in the sink, carefully drying them and putting them away.
Again the author found himself standing above the sink staring at the large object he was yet to put inside himself. After a few moments he took the dildo out of the water and held it in both his hands palms facing up. Then dropped it back into the now lukewarm water and walked out of the room.
No more than a minute later he was back, with two large white towels in his hands. Setting them on the side of the counter closest to the tub he went to turn on the water for a bath. Now he would have to wait for the tub to fill.
Still nude Usagi regarded himself in the bathroom mirror, staring into his own eyes for a long moment. Exhaling loudly he sat down grimacing as the cold tiles touched his bare skin. He missed Misaki, knees bent he rested his elbows on his upper thighs and focused on his breathing, trying to relax. In truth he was nervous, and it was making him want to see his younger lover more so than before, if that was even possible.
He was beginning to long for the brunette more and more, he would have scolded himself for acting like an emotional schoolgirl, but at this point he was past caring. He had to wait through another night and day to see Misaki. He felt his chest tighten as he thought his lovers name. It was like this every time Misaki was away.
Usagi would sit around waiting for him to come back, seeming indifferent but actually excessively lonely and sad. He hated how empty the apartment felt without Misaki's presence. It was hard to function when the younger man wasn't there.
Not that the author would admit it, he also had a hard time sleeping when the brunette wasn't beside him in bed, he would lye awake for hours wondering what the youth was doing, what he was dreaming about, if he was warm or not, weather or not he could sleep soundly without the author there to hold him. Even if he was in the next room, sometimes the author wouldn't sleep until the early hours of the morning.
Worrying about him being indifferent about not seeing the author, worrying about something happening to him, someone trying to take him away. Misaki was his everything and then some, it was only natural to worry about the person who had you so completely overwhelmed with love, lust and other unnamable emotions and feelings that if not experienced by the individual, they wouldn't understand.
The bath was full, and a little to hot but the mood the author was in, the slight sting of hot water on his skin was a welcome distraction.
Authors note: thanks for reading, let me know if there's any errors I missed when I went trough it. Well I'm exhausted so I'm going to bed, I'll continue this tomorrow so expect another update then! Good night! R&R please! There will be two types of citrus in the next chapter for the lack there of in this one.
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