Sexy Confession
***25 HOURS AFTERWARDS***
He actually ate breakfast that morning. He hardly ever did—perhaps because, normally, he was either locked in his study working or asleep due to pulling an all-nighter—but for some stupid and indefinable reason, that bastard Seguchi inspired him to be a normal person who did normal-person stuff. Weird how one night of intimacy could change the relationship between two people so drastically... Had it been that way with Shu? He could not remember.
He scolded himself for not remembering. How could he have forgotten something like that?
He noticed that Seguchi was watching him with an oddly dreamy look in his usually expressionless eyes. "What?" he demanded, trying his best to sound as irritable and offended as possible.
Seguchi merely smiled. "I had a sex dream about you," he confided in a conversational tone of voice.
Yuki dropped his coffee mug on the floor. With a clatter, it came to a stop at his feet, and he did not even notice the burning pain in his foot when it was drenched in the hot liquid. "Excuse me?" he breathed incredulously. He had never heard Seguchi speak so bluntly about anything before! What the hell had gotten into him?!
The president laughed at Yuki's drop-jawed, wide-eyed indignation. "I'm sorry if I surprised you, but I feel like I can be much more open with you after last night. Weird, isn't it?"
Yuki absently grabbed the tablecloth and bent down to wipe the spilt coffee off the floor. "I guess..." he said numbly.
The president went on. "I believe it was triggered by our hugging," he observed ponderingly and scratched his morning beard. "I've never been so close to you before. My mind just kept spinning off into greater and greater depths... and it was the best experience I've ever had." He elegantly drank some miso soup from his bowl, and then, as if struck by an insight, he added, "Both the dream and what really happened."
Yuki winced. "I really didn't need that information, Seguchi-san," he complained, and rose to throw the soaked tablecloth in the laundry.
Seguchi raised an eyebrown quizzically. "What's with this sudden courtesy, Eiri-kun? You've never called me 'san' before. Ever. And you don't need to," he assured him warmly.
Yuki stopped halfway to the bathroom. With a sigh, he said, "Yeah, I know. I just... You caught me off guard. You're right about one thing, though. It does feel like we can be more open with each other after last night. But I will say this: If you want any more slumber parties you better not share any of your sex dreams with me, Touma."
He left the room with the president's laughter as the only background noise.