"Haru! Haru, we need to get ready for school!" Makoto once again issued his loud booming voice into the house often plagued by silence. After all, the only residence found good hobbies in soaking himself until he resembled a raisin. Sure, it was better than other habits, but Makoto couldn't help from sighing and smiling when he thought of Haru's free time being spent in doing such a thing.
Makoto stepped further into the house, moving the cloth blocking the bathroom's entrance. He traced his eyes towards the tub, finding a smile in seeing the darkened water. The submerged boy was late as always, it seemed. At least Makoto could find predictability in that.
Makoto approached, reaching out a hand to his friend. He could see the stinging blue eyes just below the surface staring up to him. He offered a smile to Haru, laughing just a bit.
Haru reached up to grab the hand, instead going for Makoto's wrist. He yanked roughly, pulling his head only several inches above the surface of the water and Makoto's further down. It was in this moment that he was able to lock lips with his friend. He forced his tongue around Makoto's mouth, feeling around in the shocked teen's mouth. He continued with his forced kiss, huffs of breath escaping from the slight space between his tongue and Makoto's lips.
Makoto's green eyes widened. He reared his head back, leaving only a trail of saliva linking the two. He could only stare down in shock, blush spread across his cheeks from the sudden act. He stumbled with his words, only to find himself aroused beyond them. Haru's bare chest rose in excitement, his breaths hot and heavy over his contact. It was only when he began to rise from the water did Makoto find room to move.
The teen stumbled backwards, hitting the wall opposite the bath. He laughed nervously, not sure what to make of this. Of course, for the longest time, this was the only thing he had wanted. When he realized it was Haru destined to be his soul mate, the only thing he had wanted was contact with his close friend. He was starved for it, imagining it without even knowing it. But this... He was not ready for this.
"H-Haru, what has... W-What has gotten into you.?" He managed to say. It wasn't the most intelligible of things, but it put his shock into perspective.
Haruka Nanase stepped out of his tub, the water from his bath rushing off of his body staining his mat. He paid no attention to this, simply focusing on his strides forward. It was at this moment that Makoto felt rather intimidated from his shorter friend. Just seconds from having himself pinned to the wall, he side-stepped Haru. Makoto laughed again, nervousness running through the fake chuckle. He backed himself to the tub, still facing Haru.
"H-Haru, why are you doing this? You're not acting yourself." His declaration only pushed Haru's steps faster towards him. It was as if he had never moved in only several strides. Haru looked up to Makoto, his hips pinning him to the tub's side. They stabbed into Makoto's thighs, rubbing his pants. Haru reached both hands around Makoto's head, staring up into his green eyes. Stepping onto the tip of his toes, he lessened the distance between their faces. He narrowed his blue pupils slowly, closing them before once again making contact with Makoto's lips. However, this time his kiss was soft and almost innocent.
Makoto paused with this action, reveling in the soft lips he had always wondered about for afar. His eyes slowly closed as he became lost in the action. Never had he thought he would be able to experience them like this. Now that he knew just how much he had been missing...
Makoto's hands reached from his sides towards Haru's back, wrapping him in a tight embrace. He leaned himself closer to the shorter teen.
How could he give up something like this?
Haru readjusted himself, leaning farther into the bulge forming at Makoto's waist. He grinded slowly, stopping only when his lover pulled away.
Makoto's eyes narrowed in confusion. He winced slightly in the thought of his tender lower half growing harder. He smiled nervously, almost unsure of what the two were doing.
"We need to get to school, H-Haru-"
"You're worried about getting to school? Idiot.." Haruka didn't seem to care of Makoto's complaints, as he pulled the idiot's head down for another kiss. This rougher version of the last shoved Haru's moving head sliding across the slick lips, his tongue slowly entering Makoto's mouth again. Tachibana became absorbed in this action, forgetting of his previous statement and joining the french kiss. He swirled his pink membrane in Haru's mouth, not sure what he was searching for. It was only when Haru began to suck did Makoto truly start to grind back.
The saliva leaving the small space between their kiss rounded around his chin, dropping to Haru's still wet body.
Haru's hands loosened from their grip around Makoto's neck as they swung back to his side. He caressed the belt around Makoto's hips, still intently focused upon his kiss. It was only when the two retracted from one another to get air did Haru start to put more effort into undoing Makoto's belt.
"Haru..." He uttered between huffed breaths. His eyes stared down to his pants, seeing only the bulge Haru would poke every once and while, sending a shock up his spine.
Makoto watched with hot breaths as the belt was stripped from around his waist and Haru unbuttoned his pants. Hours passed as Haru pulled down the zipper, and even more before he reached his hand into the school uniform. Makoto's sight was cut off once again as Haru moved his tongue back into his throat. He could feel the hot breaths resonating from inside his mouth, and he could practically taste the hot skin he kept in a tight grip.
Despite not being able to see past his own pleasure, Makoto could feel every movement in his pants. Haru had pulled his bulge from his pants, revealing it to the room.
Sweaty fingers gripped his cock tightly, yet with a certain amount of maneuverability. His movements started off slow, pumping around the hard phallus with determination. The soft fingers were an electric shock, sending pre-cum trailing from the length. Using this liquid as a lube, Haru pumped his hand harder and faster around Makoto's revealed cock. This action sent more of a hurry to Makoto, fueling his hot breaths and traveling tongue. He moaned, vibrating the inside of Haru's mouth and the boy's tongue.
So many times had he thought of doing such a thing, but never had he worked past his own embarrassment to touch himself. Shame had overtaken him over the thought of imagining his friend doing such a thing. Makoto had never known just how euphoric it could be, though.
As Haru left his mouth once again, Makoto found his shaking words, the words he had always wanted to say. He twitched with each movement of the hand on his cock, and his eyes began to water, but a smile remained to his face.
"I-I-Haru, you have no idea... This-Makes me-So happy. I've never said it, but.." He inhaled sharply at the stabbing blue eyes staring to him. The cute blush on Haru's cheeks and his revealed fast-pumping chest made his heart race faster than it ever had before.
All the times I've seen you, wanted to hold and protect you, it all comes down to my immense love. I love you, Haru! I love you more than anyone else. You colored my world so brightly with colors that reflect only you. How could I let you slip away from me? How could I settle for anyone else..?
Makoto laughed, tears trailing down his cheeks to join the un-wiped mixture of their saliva.
"I love you! So much-Ahhh..." He was cut off once again by his lover's increased speed. However, this was too much for Makoto to handle. He squeezed his eyes shut, entire body tensing in preparation for the immense release of pleasure. In this moment, he felt a light kiss to his lips, and opening his eyes, he found the blue even closer than before. Haru summoned a small smile that Makoto would only see out of the corner of his eye, but for the first time, the expression was pointed directly at him. The small action was because of him.
"It's okay, Makoto. I love you too."
Those words were the only thing he had wanted to hear in the world. They showed him exactly what everything meant, and erased anything bad that may have happened to him.
The grip Haru held on Makoto began to weaken as the membrane twitched, shooting out white. The cum streamed across Haru's hand, and even made its way onto the floor. It was only then did Makoto find time to relax. He sighed heavily in exhaustion.
To be honest, he felt overly tired. His entire body relaxed, making any movement impossible. The image of a bathroom ceiling filled his vision as he ended up belly-up on the floor. His uneven breaths became deep and long, almost as if the boy were falling asleep.
What is.. Happening to me..? Makoto asked himself. His vision wavered as black began creeping in from all angles. With this new behavior, the teen was able to figure out exactly what was happening. He tried to pick himself up to no avail. He was immobilized. Nothing would work. The only thing Makoto could do was stare forward, wide eyes beginning to fill with tears.
No.. Please, no... I thought everything had began to work out! I thought I could finally become as happy as I could be.. But with this happening...
A face loomed over him, staring with the same indifferent eyes as they always did. The cold blue began to blur, as did the scene of the bathroom.
"Haru!" Makoto yelled out desperately. He threw himself forward, not moving a single inch. This action only strengthened his grip on the ground, which in turn sent more tears to his eyes.
"Haru! Haru! HARU!" He screamed at the unblinking blur of a person.
Please don't tell me... He sobbed.
Makoto's eyes began to close as his will flickered. The exhaustion plaguing him was just too much to overcome. A heavy black settled to his sight.
That this is...?
Makoto Tachibana awoke with a start. He sat up, heavy breaths resounding throughout his room. Tears stained his cheeks, drying to the skin. The darkness of his bedroom crept into his sight, and just with this image, he realized his prediction had been true.
Makoto's expression morphed to that of sadness. His eyebrows furrowed harshly as his stare settled to that of his bedspread.
It had all been a dream.
Haru didn't love him the way he did. There were no requited feelings to be spoken of. Only a loneliness that often gripped him.
He grabbed his knees closer, pulling himself into a pitiful ball. The tears that had stopped upon his awakening now began to overcome him again. His shoulders bounded in the darkness over the life he wished were true.
I just... I just love him... So much...So much that it hurts not having him with me. I just wanted him to keep coloring my world brighter and brighter. By the time I realized it was far too bright for me to even see him, it was already too late. Why..?
Makoto settled to this small ball, unable to move just as he had been paralyzed in his dream. Perhaps now loneliness and solitude held just a tighter grip onto his black and white heart.