Chapter Fourteen: The Piano Man

That morning of Thursday, July 13th, 2011, Nowaki was released from the hospital. The very reason why one Kamijou Hiroki had decided to take the morning off from work. Luckily, he supposed, Professor Miyagi had told him he'd take care of his glasses.

He wondered though, if it were actually a lucky thing. Though, if the professor remained busy there was less of a chance for the Takatsuki brat to seduce him into doing something that they shouldn't be doing at the office.

Recalling though, that at least once, he and Nowaki had made love in the library, his blush resurfaced.

"Hiro-san?" A voice called from the bedroom.

Hiroki shook his head, picking up the tray that he'd prepared for lunch and took it to his partner. He set the tray over his lap, once Nowaki had sat up, propped up by the body pillow behind him.

"Hiro-san," he smiled, though thought to himself, 'I don't really need him to treat me as though I were sick, but...I love when he pays so much attention to me, even going so far as to take time off from work,' "thank you."

The brunette dipped his head, glancing sideways as he continued blushing.

'Hiro-san is so cute,' that was a mantra he'd never get tired of repeating, because it was how he saw his lover, whether or not he was acting as adorable as he was now.

"Nowaki," frowned the man with the darker skin.

"Yes, Hiro-san?"

"Don't go thinking anything weird. We're not doing anything until you're better."

"But Hiro-san, I'm not sick. It was only minor surgery."

"I don't care! It was still surgery."

"Then, will Hiro-san make it up to me, when I am better?" He smiled hopefully at his beloved. He'd go stir crazy if he could neither go to work nor make a mess of his Hiro-san. At least they could go visit Niro though, but right now Niro was probably still sleeping, though they'd told him they'd come later on in the evening to visit him.

Hiroki's eyes sharpened as they gazed at Nowaki, the pervert, but really, how could he say no to him? "We'll see, if you behave yourself!"

"Yes Hiro-san!" He cocked his head to one side, smiling enigmatically up at Hiroki, who still stood at the side of the bed.

Nowaki blinked when the ring of the doorbell came, "Hiro-san... were we expecting anyone?"

"No, we weren't, but I was. Hold on, I'll be right back."

Nowaki watched him leave the room, only to return minutes later with two moving men bringing in a piano that fit into the corner of the bedroom. There was barely any room left afterward other than for Hiro-san to sit on the seat.

He hadn't known his lover could play, but without a word, his beloved brunette began to play a lovely tune.

In it he could heart the pain of a once unrequited love, but as the music continued on there was a more uplifting tune as though the person who had composed it had found another love. There was a moment where sadness prevailed once more, but by the end of it, as tears began to fall from his eyes there appeared to be a happy end.

Before his beloved turned around, he clapped his hands, having forgotten to eat his lunch, too awed by the beauty, the haunting sadness and then the happiness of the piece. "Hiro-san that was beautiful, but whose the composer, I've never heard it before."

When his Hiro-san turned around and he took note of how very very red he was and that he avoided looking at him, his own eyes widened, "Was it you?"

"Y-yeah..." that brown head of hair bent so that his eyes were hidden from view by strands of chestnut colored hair. Nowaki saw how white his lovers fingers had become, holding onto the edge of the piano seat.

"I love you Hiro-san, I wish... I could compose a song for you."

"Y-you don't need too. Your words...are proof enough," he grumbled. Nowaki did say his love of him far more often than he could say it.

Finally lifting his head, his eyes trailed up the bed to Nowaki, but a frown formed and, standing abruptly he growled, "Nowaki! Eat your lunch!"

He stomped over to his side and kneeled down on the bed, but was grabbed by large warm hands, that he'd fallen in love with, it seemed a lifetime ago, even if it hadn't been. He was brought flush against the side of Nowaki.

"Let's eat it together Hiro-san, then next time... we'll eat off of each other."

Hearing that Hiroki's head turned, his brows furrowed and his russet eyes glinting, but before he could yell or strike out, Nowaki put a spoonful of rice porridge in his mouth.

Together they enjoyed lunch, though no matter if Nowaki tried anything now or in the future, there was no way in hell that he'd allow for food play as foreplay.

Later that night, they visited Niro, who seemed to be fairing quite well and even looked stronger with a healthier appetite. It looked like the transplant had been a success and they were certain it was, when the annoying doctor, Tsumori, told them that it had been and that Niro would be able to go home with them in the next few days.