Author's Note: Gonna draw some Junjou fanart soon. Don't know when I'll be done though.
Misaki's lips touched mine just barely. His eyes were closed and he seemed frozen, thinking again. His phone started ringing. He stayed where he was, but answered. "Calm down Todo I'm fine. I might not be home tonight. Yeah you can lock up." Misaki sat on the end of the bed and turned off his phone. I hugged Misaki to my chest and rested my chin on his head.
I couldn't see his face. I couldn't guess what he was thinking, but when he put his hands over mine I knew it would be okay. I tilted his head back and looked into his eyes. He didn't look away this time. I knew this would be hard. Every relationship is hard in it's own way, but we were taking on something different. He was risking his family and I was risking my best friend. Pushing that aside I kissed Misaki the way he couldn't kiss me yet.
I unbuttoned Misaki's shirt slowly. I wanted to take my time with everything. I wanted to make it last in his memory. I was the only one he'd be with. I'd make him feel me everywhere. That's what he would get for winning me over. Looking down at Misaki I could feel myself falling more and more. His hands were over his eyes. I could see how red he was in his ears.
He uncovered his eyes slowly. "We shouldn't do this." I felt like I'd been punched. "It's not because I don't want to. I...do. It's just Nii-chan...he's already upset with me."
"Forget about everyone else. What do you want?" I did want to hear, and I also didn't.
"...you." I could barely make out what he said at first.
"I'll make it work." Everything was a blur after that. I could remember each part of the night, but time was lost. Misaki smelled sweet and was more gentle than I'd ever be. He played with my hair and his kisses were kind of like him was gently placing his fingers on my lips. The only thing that made him look older were eyes.
They were overtaken by passion. I didn't really know where he was in his mind, but he finally started to let go. His protests finally stopped even though I could tell they were less than halfhearted to begin with. His hands traveled through my hair. I could feel his hands through my clothes when he touched my back. His kisses started to grow more urgent than mine. My lips traveled all over his body. He couldn't bottle everything up for long. His hands couldn't muffle anything anymore.
Sweaty and tired Misaki pulled me closer to him. I could feel his face in my neck. He was asleep before I could even say anything. I already loved him. What was it about Takahiro and his family? Now I didn't feel anything for Takahiro though. It was something that scared me and excited me at the same time. I pried myself away from Misaki and got in the shower. I always got myself in too deep. I always thought I knew what I was doing.
If Misaki knew I'd do everything he'd say...I don't know what he'd do. His personality was hard to describe. He contradicted himself too much. He wouldn't let himself have wanted he wanted. He was ready to fight me off with all he had, but he hadn't even thought of himself. After my shower I went out. I bought Misaki some clothes to keep hear. He looked cute in my clothes, almost too cute so I couldn't let him wear those. When I returned Misaki was in the kitchen making coffee. He was wrapped in a blanket.
"I got you some clothes. You can take a shower if you want." He sipped his coffee and headed to the bathroom.
"I was going to say thanks until I burned my tongue on coffee." He dropped the blanket in front of the door and walked in the bathroom. I'd never met anyone quite like Misaki before. He could sometimes had the attitude and anger of Hiroki. He said smart things like Takahiro did. He was all himself though.
Misaki sifted through the socks I bought him and frowned. He took out a bright pink pair that was randomly in a pack of white socks I bought. "I never wear white socks." I thought about how much I'd seen him since the first day we met. He never had on white socks.
"Why not?" Misaki was mixing a dangerous amount of sugar into his coffee. Soon it would turn to mush.
"They get dirty easily and the are unexpressive." Misaki had his hair back in little clips that he kept in his pocket at all times. He had weird habits.
"I think you're using too much sugar." I looked at his coffee.
"You don't use any." Misaki swung his feet happily. "It's to your benefit anyway."
"Why is that?" He just smiled.
"No reason." He looked out the window down at the rest of the city. I stood next to him. "I like this view." I suddenly kiss Misaki. I heard his coffee cup break as it hit the floor, but I pulled him closer to me. He was standing on his toes. His socks were soaked through with the puddle of coffee spreading on the floor.