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Misaki coughed breathing in the humid atmosphere. A jolt of pain stung his tailbone and arched himself off the rough padding.
"Where am I?", his voice was groggily from a deep sleep. His eyes shifted to the floor and up at the roof. "I'm in a car?"
His eyes opened wide as he stared down at his naked self. Then around the car seat to check the back seats.
"U-Usagi-san... Usagi wake up!"
He rolled over wrapping Misaki's shirt over his ear. Misaki glowered at the now obvious fact that Usagi won't give back his clothes.
He was toying with him...
"Usagi-san I need my clothes. Now". He just shuffled against the seat, facing the back board. "I'll go out naked exposing myself to random guys!" He choked on the last words and stiffened at what he just yelled. "W-wait! I-I..."
Usagi turned to the noisy boy and gripped his wrist, hoisting him over the cup holders. Misaki fell against the man's chest as he cradled his arms around his shoulders, pinning him to the cushion.
"When did I ever say that you could wake me up with such ridiculous shoutings?", Usagi's eyes never moved from his struggling lover's. "Or did you do it for my attention? Are you craving my attention?"
"No! Baka! Get off me you big bear!", Misaki turned his gaze away from him. Usagi's hand clamped around the side of his ribs and massaged ever so slightly. Misaki sighed out his name, begging him to stop.
"Why are you so unwilling this morning? Even last nights sex you had this, look", Usagi's eyes narrowed. "What happened yesterday that is making you avoid me?"
Misaki froze his squirming in complete shock of his tone. Was he really going to "poke at the wound"?
"Y-Yesterday? W-Why are you being like this? Consistently skewing that something happened yesterday!"
"Misaki".
The way he simply spoke his name, made what seemed like every hair on his body stand up.
"Misaki, are you actually hurt?", he paused a moment. "No I checked you...", He was pondering again. Misaki's face went red from sudden embarrassment.
"C-Checked me! Stop being such a perverted old man!"
Usagi's lips found the boy's frowned ones. He opened his mouth wider to find the wiggling tongue that fought back every time.
"Misaki".
"Mhm...", his lips pressed back ever so slightly. Usagi broke away from the boy's lips to speak.
"Tell me what happened".
Misaki drew his eyes to the older man's bare chest. His heart thumped rapidly from the more muscular body that was above him, ready to pounce any moment.
"Misaki?"
"Oh!", he bit his lip trying to reevaluate the question asked. "...Sorry... What'd you ask?"
Usagi smirked and dipped his head lower to his lover's ear and whispered naughty things. Misaki's entire body grew a shade of red.
"Usagi-san! Stop that!"
Usagi just sneered in pure amusement and licked behind the shell of his ear. His tongue found his earlobe and captured it between his lips. Misaki groaned at the pesky man, trying to drown the pleasure that was building up.
"Misaki, answer me. What happened at that party?", his tongue dragged across the boy's ear, down his neck.
"Ah... Nothing b-bad!", his hands fumbled past his hips to cover up the growing thing from touching Usagi.
"Then why are you acting unusual this morning? Or rather guilty?", his eyes caught sight of the boy's tactics and his own hand knocked the others away. He squeezed gently, grazing the shaft with his dull nails.
"Mm... S-Stop... I was just upset y-yesterday... and S-Sumi kind of..."
Usagi smashed his lips against Misaki's cheek, "Did he kiss you here?" He moved to his forehead, "Or here?" His lips found the pair that fit his perfectly.
Misaki pulled his arms up to his chest for comfort. He cocked his head to the right to help the older man deepen the kiss. Usagi twisted his hand and slipped his fingers around him completely, forcing Misaki to moan and stifle a cry.
"Misaki?", his eyes dropped to the tear building ones.
"W-What...", Misaki couldn't bare it. He just now had the hit of guilt, which led to regret. He regret going to Sumi's party if that meant kissing another man.
"Why are you crying? Did Sumi do more than kissing my Misaki!", Usagi propped himself on his elbows getting ready to "kill" Sumi.
"N-No! He just kissed me!", Misaki's hands clung on the hardened biceps before him and dipped a few nails in the tough skin. Usagi whipped his head around to face the boy underneath him. He saw eyes of a needy boy, desperately craving the right love. He then realized the sudden flow of tears.
Misaki loved him. He NEEDS him.
No more words were said, only the sounds of lips smacking against one another in pure bliss. Usagi found the erected member and massaged to the best of his reach, while attacking the hungry lips.
Misaki accidently bucked his hips, trembling knowing his body had given in. He closed his eyes in thought, "Was it time to tell Usagi? That I love him...?"
Usagi messed with the erected member until the familiar stiffen of the shaft forced the pleasure out. His mess spilled through his long digits and on to his stomach.
"Ha...Ah... U-Usagi-san... D-Don't..."
His lover snaked down the recovering body and split apart the slim legs. His mouth reach the softening member and wrapped his craved lips on the tip sucking the residue.
"Nhn! H-Hold on!"
Usagi smiled at the feel of small frail hands tangle themselves in his silvery locks. He purred against his pelvic and vibrated his lips softly up to his stomach. Misaki felt himself recovering quicker from his first encounter and was growing slowly.
"Misaki... I love you...", he continued his best to clean up the mess he pursued. Misaki rolled his hips, letting the pleasure take over.
"Do you love me?"
The feeling of a rough tongue sliding around his stomach went away, leaving only but the eyes of a curious man. Misaki gapped with an open mouth but only pauses were made.
"I... Uhm... I...", he looked away with finger nails clawing at the furnished seat. His lover closed his eyes and smiled. He returned to being atop and kissed his forehead.
"Take you time Misaki. I can wait an entire lifetime to hear those three words from you, because it is from you and only you".
Misaki's chest heaved with heartbeats. 'Why is he so...amazing?'
Usagi got off his lover and sat up, rummaging around the floor to find his pants. He adjusted the zipper and slipped the button to a hold.
"Here", he handed over a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. "Get dressed so we can get home".
Misaki stared blankly, yet nodded in agreement. He sat up confused on why their act came to a halt. Usagi fixed his tie and the hem of his shirt before hopping over the cup holders and into the driver's seat.
Misaki remained silent in the back seat of the car, taking his time getting dressed.
The car stopped in its parking spot and the engine shut off.
"Are you fully clothed or still need time?"
Misaki gawked at the way he repeated "time". "Is he upset with me?"
Usagi left the car and shut the door softly as to not disturb a sleeping neighbor. Misaki smoothed out the cowlick hairs and followed his lovers same motions with the car. They both walked together in silence up the stairs to the main lobby. Usagi-san pressed floor "24" in the elevator.
Still silence...
They opened their front door and both made it inside with utter silence. The thought of saying "I love you" crept in the back of Misaki's mind.
He has to say it. He's got to.
"Usagi-san I..."
"I'll be in my room. Forgot a whole manuscript that I need to finish".
"B-But I..."
"Ah, breakfast would be nice".
Misaki blinked unknowingly of his lover's random mood swing. He watched him leave the room, up the steep climb of stairs, and into the dark room of "despair".
He shook his head to try to ignore the fact that something was bothering Usagi-san. He began preparing breakfast for the two and still had a busy mind.
"What's bothering him so much... After all, I told him what was bothering me..."
"Usagi! Breakfast is done! I- Ow!", the knife's handle slipped from his grip as the blade was gripped by the frantic hand. He horridly threw it in the sink and clasped at the wounded hand's wrist to get a glimpse at the gash mark.
It was bleeding, bad.
"Shit... Ow...", he turned on the faucet and carefully slid his hand in. Pain struck at the palm of his hand. He pulled back his aching palm and saw that the gash was deeper than it had appeared.
"Misaki?"
"Usagi-san!"
He stepped behind the boy and caught sight of the crimson color, gushing out. "Misaki! What did you do!"
"Ow, ow! I was trying to put the last of the dishes in the sink to clear up some space on the counter... Can you drive me to the hospital..."
Usagi left the room and returned with a damp wash cloth, gauze, and wrap. "Hand out, now".
The doctor opened the door out of his patients room and smiled at Usagi, who was eagerly sitting waiting for the news.
"Good news, the stiches are in and no infection. Bad news, he'll be wearing a cast around his hand to protect from any incidents that could occur".
"Any medication?", Usagi stood up and faced the doctor.
"He took a pain-killer for the stiches, but for another day just have him take Advil".
Usagi nodded and shook hands goodbye. The door opened and he helped Misaki walk to take him home.
"Do you need to be carried upstairs to your bed?", Usagi pushed the front door for the injured brunette.
"No... The couch is fine..."
"Okay, have a seat for a moment on that couch".
Misaki nodded and did what was requested. He studied the way Usagi rushed left and right, just to fluff pillows and grab blankets on the couch. There was even a padded stool beside the makeshift bed!
"Let me help you up", the older man lifted from the boys underarms and draped his arms over his shoulders. "I'll carry you".
He laid the boy up against the propped pillows and placed his cast hand on the stool for elevation.
"Are you thirsty? You haven't eaten yet! Let me grab you your plate! I can reheat it for-"
"No! I mean, no thanks. I can't afford you blowing up the microwave...", he smiled shyly up at his frantic man.
He came back with the plate and chopsticks, "Here, set your arm on my lap so I can sit and feed you".
Misaki blushed from the idea. No way would he let him feed him!
"Misaki?"
A sigh of embarrassment and obedience escaped him. He let the older man feed him, like he was some child.
"I'll be upstairs. Call me if you need me", the silver haired man rose from the stool and placed the empty dish on the coffee table.
Misaki mumbled under his breath, "I love you".
Usagi stared at the boy, "Hm?"
"I-I love you! I think..."
A small kiss was planted upon his lips and a muffled moan slipped out. Tongues entangled, lips parting, eyes closed, pleasure was drawn.
Usagi invited himself under the covers and wrapped his arms around Misaki. He left kisses on the back of his neck and whispered...
"Three small words... yet a big meaning".
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