He didn't know whether he should be happy or not. Two weeks suspension meant Yamato would be home always for the next two weeks.

Two weeks.

Fourteen days.

Three hundreds and thirty six hours.

Wow! I will always be with him for that long time. For the next two weeks he will stay right beside me. I don't have to wait for him to come back from school when I want to meet him.

He will be right here beside me.

He will be around me.

Two weeks.

Masaru couldn't hold his smile while he buttoned up his shirt.

He will be there when I go to work, and will be there too when I come home later.

Wow! Sounds like he will always wait for me to come home.

It's definitely like ...

Masaru stopped his fingers in his tie. He almost bulged his eyes when the thought struck him like a heavy lightning.

... a wife.

Masaru gulped hard at the thought. He bit his lower lip hard and tried hard not to smile ear to ear at the thought.

He breathed heavily and walked out of his room. He stopped in the next door and once again breathed heavily before casually opened the door.

The boy was sitting on the couch doing nothing. He was just staring at his phone but didn't moving.

"Anything new?"

Yamato looked up, didn't surprised anymore with the appearace of the older. He just shook his head weakly.

"Then it's a good sign, isn't it?"

Yamato didn't say anything, and just closed his phone and put it away.

"Hey ...," Masaru sat beside him and patted his knee, "Ren will definitely be fine. You said that the doctor let him to go home because he had recovered. He just need few days to get better. Beside, he is a fighter, isn't he? He won't give up that easy. You guys have a promise to be graduated together, so he won't betray you. He will definitely be fine and trust me, he will gladly stay at home now to get a full recovery."

Yamato implanted his cheek but said nothing.

Masaru smiled while ruffling his hair. "So I hope you stay at home too along your suspension, and please, prety please stay away from the crowd. If you really want to go out just to blow out some steams, please call me. I will take you anywhere you want, but don't go out alone. Will you promise me that?"

Yamato stared at Masaru without any word. He was too stunned with the older who suddenly look so bright to him. He parted his lips to say something but not any word came out, so he looked away.

Masaru reached for his cheek and gave a little force to make Yamato faced him. "I've told you before to not look away from me, and I mean it with the words."

Yamato gulped lightly. He felt tingly with the sudden touch on his cheek. He felt warm on his cheeks but didn't try to hide it. He once again opened his lips to say something but nothing came out. He looked at Masaru silently, right to his eyes, while trying hard to find words to say.

"Oh, shit." Masaru cursed lightly and looked away. He closed his eyes and tried hard to clear his mind from the sudden urge to kiss those lips. The lips were so tempting and he couldn't hold himself for having the urge of kissing them. It was like they wanted to be touched, they wanted to be kissed.

Masaru breathed heavily before turned back to Yamato with the hope that the latter had turned away like before, just to find Yamato was still staring at him innocently.

"Are you okay? Did I do something awful?"

And all of Masaru's defenses fell down. He leaned forward and captured those lips with his. The kiss was sweet and warm. He tried hard to make Yamato comfortable enough with him, and tried hard to suppress the urge of touching him more. He needed to slow down. He didn't want to rush things. He wanted to take it a step at a time.

When Yamato parted his lips, Masaru suddenly forgotten all of his plans. He reached for Yamato's nape and deepen the kiss. His free hand slipped behind Yamato's t-shirt and swarmed on his skin.

Yamato felt the familiar tingly sensation all over his body when Masaru's fingers touched his skin. Instictively, he reached out his hands and held Masaru's neck. More like he tried to find a hold so he wouldn't fall. He gripped Masaru's hair when he couldn't describe the feeling that growing wildly inside his body.

Masaru had lost his mind completely when he felt Yamato's hand on his hair. The lust suddenly took over, and he unconciously pushed Yamato to lay down on the couch without breaking their kiss that became passionately deep. Tongues intertwined, trying to dominate each other which resulted the lost of their breath.

A slight moan escaped from Yamato's lips when Masaru moved to his jaw until his ear.

"Please, tell me you want this too." Masaru said with a chocked words.

Yamato closed his eyes, trying hard to consider everything but his mind was blocked completely with the lust. He could feel the weird feeling that growing wildly inside his stomach had blocked every logic things in his mind.

He wanted to say no, but he would be lying. He didn't know what to say because he didn't know what he felt, but he didn't want to stop. He was very much enjoying the feeling, so it would be lying if he said no. He was too curious about what he had currently feeling, so he wouldn't say no. Definitely wouldn't say no.

Yamato breathed shakily, too absorbed with the new feeling he felt, and he definitely wanted it.

"Yamato, please. I don't want to force you. I will definitely stop if you ..."

"Yes." He almost breathed the word out but enough for Masaru to lost his last defense. The lust conquered him right away. Hands started to swarm around the bodies, putting off every piece of their clothes. No one talk. They didn't need any word. They just need to hold to each other.

The empty room was the only witness for their lust. Their hugs, their moans, then the begging for more Yamato whispered when Masaru tried hard to hold himself from hurting the younger, mingled in the air, aroused them more and more.

Yamato panicked.

Yes.

He panicked.

This was the first time he felt that way. Stars in his head, and he felt he was going to explode any time. He didn't know what to do, so he bit his own hand to prevent himself from screaming.

"No. Let it go. Scream for me."

And Yamato screamed out of his lung when he felt something was ripping through him. His body jerked violently, and Masaru smiled at the scene before closing his eyes when he surendered and emptied himself inside him.

Masaru shifted carefully and held Yamato close. He nuzzled the younger's neck while Yamato didn't move at all. He was juat staring lazily to the ceiling, still amazed with the feeling he felt. He could feel the cold of his own sweat, and the almost wet the older's hand that holding him close, yet, he felt the wamth radiated from his body and he didn't want to let go.

"What was that?"

Masaru smiled to the question. He kissed Yamato's nape, then trailed to his jaw and to his lips again. "What do you think was that?"

Yamato didn't say anything more. He was still feeling all tingly all over his body, but he loved it when Masaru kissed him.

"Is this what they called sex?"

"Yes, but I'd rather call it making love."

"What?"

"It's two different thing. You can have sex with anybody easily, but you can only make love with the person you love."

Yamato turned to Masaru and stared at him in silent for a moment before blushing hard and looked away when a realization kicked in.

Masaru once again reached for his cheek and forced him to turned to him. "I've told you twice not to look away from me, and I really mean it. So please, don't look away from me."

Before Yamato could say anything, Masaru had hovered him and captured his lips once again. He gladly opened his lips when Marasu's tounge trailed on them.

"We won't stop if you keep doing this to me." Masaru cuped Yamato's face and leaned his forehead to him.

"So don't stop."

Masaru chuckled lightly and kissed Yamato once again. "Very tempting, but I will hurt you if I don't stop now."

Yamato suddenly realized that he felt sored on the lower part of his body. He blushed hard once again at the memory.

"Now you realize it."

Masaru stood up and walked to Yamato's bathroom, and walked back no more than five minutes later. He hurried himself to dress up and threw Yamato a blanket before kissing him again.

"Make sure to lock the door because I don't want anyone else seeing you naked. Even your mother."

Masaru whispered sharply on his lips before giving him a light kiss and walked away, leaving Yamato blushed deeply behind.