Koushi wakes up slightly disoriented.

Lying on his side, he stares straight out one of the two windows, taking note of the grey sky and greyer clouds. He's aware of the warm body pressed against his, an arm draped around his waist.

Memories from last night come flooding back all at once, drowning him in slight embarrassment.

There are three things he knew for sure in that moment.

First, Asahi was definitely not okay and neither was Koushi.

Second, they had confessed to each other this-promising to be broken together like some twisted way of declaring love.

Lastly, Koushi 62% sure he was falling for him.

It was terrifying to think how quickly this had happened. Like he was written into some bad shoujo manga where twink boy falls for giant, classy gentleman who may or may not have some pervert fetish. Obviously, Asahi wasn't that and that whatever this was it wasn't badly written shoujo, but it was odd. Falling for you best friend? Actually not unheard of. Doing so after 11 years of friendship? Slightly more strained. Realizing that you kind of did have a crush on your gentle giant of a friend since high school. Understandable.

Probably.

Koushi laid there wondering exactly how the night would have gone if the mug hadn't fallen. Would they have kissed? What would it be like? Who it have lead to sex? Probably not.

It was kind of too late for what if's. Still, they linger in his mind.

The body next to him shifts slightly, the hand on his stomach moving up gently. Koushi move his own hand to rest on his, like before.

He's imagining it all over again. How soft Asahi's lips looked. How his cheeks had gotten darker with blush. How his voice sounded just as they were closing the gap.

"I suggest we try and give each other time."

The word rang in his head again, making him shudder. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and plant one on his lips, to feel them move against his own. He wanted to comb his fingers through that short hair, feel the stubble on his face.

He wanted.

He needed.

He wouldn't get.

He sighed softly and turned over onto his other side, mindful of the arm around him. Asahi shifted again and now that Koushi had full view of his face, he couldn't help but smile. The man had fallen asleep with his mouth open and was drooling slightly. It was a less than ideal imagine, but somewhat endearing. It actually struck Suga as hilarious.

Hi body shook as he poorly contained his laughter. Without thinking he pressed his face right into Asahi's neck trying to stifle the laughter. He could feel him swallow and move lightly.

"I didn't wake you up did I?"

A groggy no was all he got back.

Suga moved himself from him, propping his body up with his arm. He looked down at Asahi who smiled softly when they made eye contact. He looked, to say the least shitty like he didn't get any sleep at all. Suga was pretty sure that he looked just as bad, bags under his eyes and all.

"Thank you," he whispered, wiping the drool from his face with his sleeve.

Suga shook his head faintly, resisting the urge to swipe a piece of hair from Asahi's forehead. "My pleasure."

"I'm sure it was."

He shifted to his back, bringing his hand down to where Suga's remembered the scars being.

"It's probably don't good if they're still hurting."

"They're not," he responded, voice still raspy. "Just feels a bit stiff."

"Probably not good still."

Asahi lazily smiled and turned his head enough to look at Suga once more. His lips still looked so soft.

"You want to talk."

"About what," he asked, resting his head down on the pillow again.

Asahi moved back to his side. "About last night."

"Is there something we should talk about?" His heart started to race. Was Asahi going to tell him it was a mistake? That he had to leave? Was he going to take back what he said? Fear spread through his entire body.

"I really hate thunder. So unpredictable, considering what it ruined."

Suga blinked. He said nothing, letting Asahi continue.

"I don't think there's any reason to play coy with each other. There was a moment, right?"

"Right." His throat felt tight.

"Koushi," the way Asahi said his name made him wanted to shiver. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Uncomfortable? Yeah right.

"I was far from uncomfortable," he whispered, his voice refusing to work properly. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable."

"I'm far from it," his voice went low like it did last night. Asahi shuffled closer to him, bring his arm to the other side of Koushi's body.

"Tell me to stop," he continued, their noses practically touching.

"Don't stop."

Suddenly there's a comfortable pressure against his lips. Asahi is soft and warm like he imagined, his lips slightly chapped. He can feel his lip quivering again. Despite how confident Asahi seemed now, there was still that worrying feel coming off of him like it had back when in high school whenever he tried something he thought risky. This was risky. He was his friend. He had been back in his life for barely 3 weeks. What if this ruined everything?

Asahi broke the kiss, his eyebrows furrowed and a worried look in eyes.

"I fucked up."

Suga was confused. "What?"

"I just... You weren't... I-I'm sorry!"

Suga smiled and a quick laugh before entwining his hands into Asahi's hair and pushing his face against his. This time, Koushi remember to move his lip, pulling away slightly only to start again. Asahi's breathe quicken, registering what was happening. He pressed his face against Koushi's, causing their noses to awkward collide.

"Sorry," Asahi quickly apologized, his words muffled by Koushi's lips.

"Shut up," he responded cause the other to smile.

There was more shuffling as they tried to get more comfortable, placing quick kisses all the while. Asahi still ended up being on top, his left leg now being scissored by Koushi's. There seemed to be more urgency in their kisses this time. Koushi's hands were placed on his hips, flexing against the skin that had been exposed.

"Koushi," Asahi voice was needy sending warmth flooding through his entire body and resting in the pit of his stomach.

"Asahi," he felt like he was at the edge of something, that if he was pushed any further that he wouldn't be able to turn back.

There was that temptation to let this go further, he found himself imagining what Asahi would look like without a shirt on, how his skin would feel pressed against his, how it would feel to be fucked by him. Koushi's felt his hips jerk of his own according, enjoying the friction to his groin. It was ridiculous how hard he was getting, but whined loudly as he felt Asahi's press his body against his more, feeling his erection just below his stomach.

While he enjoyed this so very much, it terrified him. This was his friend. He knew Asahi back when he was still had baby fat and short hair. It was too much.

It had been so long since he had had sex and he was sure it was the same for Asahi. Hell it had been way too long since he had been intimate with anyone in a long time. He was rapidly becoming aware of the fact that these feeling he had for Asahi were concoction of loneliness and frustration. Probably.

"S-stop," he croaked out. He was shaking. "I can't do this. I can't-"

"What," Asahi's voice was breathless, his chest heaving. You wanted to keep making him breathless, he wanted to make him moan. That's why this had to stop.

He pushed the man off of him, leaving the bedroom as quickly as possible. He was low key panicking as he threw his coat on.

"Suga wait!"

He felt Asahi grab his arm and he jerked around instantly. He looked into those dull brown eyes full of confusion and worry. He wanted to wanted to explain. Instead he tore his arm away and shoved his shoes on.

"I'm sorry," was all he said before unlocking and rushing out of the door.