"Be careful on your way home," Hiroki said as he held the door open for Akihiko and Misaki several hours later after a long night of grading papers. He had lent Misaki one of his old, unused coats, and it hung loosely off the boy, too big for his small frame. Akihiko nodded, putting a defensive arm around Misaki's shoulders. They walked down the terrace together, and Hiroki watched as they left, his eyes softening as he saw Misaki reach around to grip Akihiko's jacket.
Hiroki went to the railing, the night breeze ruffling his downy hair as he grasped the metal bar. He squinted down into the darkness until he saw the headlights of Akihiko's red sports car cast a bright glow across the driveway. Hiroki watched until the car was well down the street, and he knew that Akihiko and his unfortunate lover were in safe hands.
"Hiro-san, what are you doing out here in the cold?" asked a gentle voice from behind him. Hiroki spun around to face the chest of his tall lover. Warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him into the musky aroma of his beloved.
"Akihiko and one of my students visited to help me with the grading that I missed," Hiroki said, reaching between him and Nowaki to rest his hands on the strong, chiseled chest. "And I was out here to watch them leave."
"I see," Nowaki sighed. Hiroki's eyebrows knitted and he looked up.
"Is something wrong, Nowaki?" he asked, snaking up Nowaki's chest and wrapping his arms around his lover's neck.
"No. Just a long day at work, that's all. I just really wanted to see you," Nowaki murmured, lowering his head to peck Hiroki on the cheek. Hiroki leaned into him in response. Nowaki, getting the hint, stooped slightly to wrap his arms around Hiroki's waist and lift him up. Hiroki slumped blissfully over Nowaki's shoulder as he was carried into the house. He was brought into the bedroom, where Nowaki laid his little lover down onto his stomach.
"Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel better?" Hiroki asked, not necessarily in a suggestive manner. Instead of lustful eyes, he looked over his shoulder at his lover with a sympathetic gaze.
"No, just seeing you has made me feel better already," Nowaki said, making Hiroki blush and scowl up at him. Nowaki suddenly swung his leg over Hiroki and straddled his hips. With gentle hands, he slid Hiroki's shirt up and over the rise of his back. Prodding gently at Hiroki's flesh, Nowaki began to knead at his lover, massaging the delicate skin.
"Mmm," Hiroki hummed, burying his head in a pillow and embracing the softness with limp arms.
"How was your day today?" Nowaki asked from above his melting lover. Hiroki looked up from his pillow, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. Nowaki seemed to sense the sudden tension, and his fingers pressed harder into Hiroki's muscles.
"It could have been better. I completely forgot I still had to catch up with my grading, and then Akihiko and I had a little fight…" Hiroki trailed off. With a sigh, he recounted everything that had happened between him and Akihiko, and as his story went on, Nowaki's hands got more and more rigid, until he stopped his massage completely.
"I'm going to kill that bastard," Nowaki said when Hiroki finished his tale, abruptly slipping off of Hiroki and marching towards the door. "How dare he threaten my baby!"
"Nowaki!" Hiroki barked, shooting to his feet and dashing in between his livid lover and the door. "It's fine. It was all just a big misunderstanding. Akihiko was only looking out for my well being, that's all."
Nowaki's hunched shoulders relaxed slightly, but he pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.
"That's my job. You belong to me, so it's my responsibility to be concerned for you, not his," Nowaki huffed, pouting. Hiroki raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"Oh, so I belong to you now?" he asked. He teasingly spun on his heel and stomped out of the bedroom. He heard Nowaki's clumsy footsteps as he was pursued down the hallway.
"I didn't mean it like that," Nowaki pleaded behind Hiroki, thinking he was serious. Hiroki grinned to himself as he charged into the living room. Strong hands suddenly grabbed his thin waist and pulled him back, forcing him into the chest of his lover.
"You're such a gullible idiot, Nowaki," Hiroki snorted. Nowaki hummed a chuckle behind him, pressing his lips to the spiral in Hiroki's hair.
"You're so beautiful and cute that it makes me stupid, Hiro-san. I just can't help it," Nowaki repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time that week.
"Stop saying that," Hiroki whined, trying to squirm out of Nowaki's grasp. "You're so embarrassing, you damn oaf."
"You love it when I talk to you like this, and you know it. Besides, it's either sweet talk or dirty talk. Make your choice, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered. Hiroki reached up to put his hands on his lover's forearms that wrapped tightly around his torso. He felt himself quickly heat up at the sound of Nowaki's voice.
"I'm… I'm okay with dirty talk… I guess," Hiroki breathed almost inaudibly.
"You're so sexy, Hiro-san," Nowaki immediately began. "Whenever you walk in front of me I can't help but to stare at this cute little ass of yours."
Hiroki shuddered as Nowaki unwrapped one arm from Hiroki and reached between them to grope at Hiroki through his jeans. He unconsciously pressed into Nowaki's sinful hand, biting his lip slightly.
"And then, when you moan, it makes me want to come all over your pretty face," Nowaki hissed in Hiroki's ear. Hiroki jolted, leaning over the back of the couch and using it as support as Nowaki ground his hips into Hiroki's trembling bottom.
"Th-That's gross," Hiroki protested halfheartedly, running a hand through his chestnut hair as Nowaki rubbed against him. "Like I'd want your sick sperm all over my face. I've already got enough of that inside."
Nowaki jolted behind him, and Hiroki was suddenly torn off of the back of the couch. He was carried by his legs back towards the bedroom, his head swinging precariously in front of Nowaki's feet.
"You have no idea what you're saying until it comes out of your mouth, do you?" Nowaki asked from far above Hiroki. Hiroki scrabbled at the floor with his fingertips as Nowaki dragged him into the bedroom.
"Put me down, you idiot!" Hiroki bellowed. Nowaki groaned above him.
"Your fighting back is only turning me on even more, Hiro-san," Nowaki said blissfully. The world around Hiroki suddenly spun as he was tossed onto the bed.
Nowaki whistled as he pinned a very irritable yet aroused Hiroki to the bed with one elbow as his other hand fumbled with his pants. Hiroki blew a stray hair out of his face in exasperation, but despite himself, he too reached down to unbutton his jeans.
"One day, when we're old and all wrinkly and disgusting, you're going to have to find another way to spend time with me other than sex," Hiroki huffed, not really realizing what he was saying.
"Oh, Hiro-san! It's like you're confessing to me all over again!" Nowaki cooed.
"No it's not!" Hiroki roared, smacking Nowaki's big, stupid head. His overpowering lover glanced up, grinning in glee.
"Hehe, your mood swings are so much fun. One moment you're sexy and cute, and the next moment you're sexy, cute, and angry!" Nowaki teased. Hiroki blinked, and with loud guffaws, he began to laugh hysterically. He giggled so hard that tears ran down the sides of his face, tickling at his ears.
"N-N-Nowaki… ha… y-you… oh my God, you're such an unbelievable dork!" Hiroki gasped between cackles as Nowaki chuckled above him and nuzzled his nose against Hiroki's cheek.
"I'm so, so glad that the wind was just perfect that day for my bottle rocket to land right in front of you," Nowaki whispered. Hiroki's laughing dwindled into a pleasured hum as he shut his eyes in content.
"I don't think it mattered," Hiroki said. He opened his eyes as Nowaki raised his head to stare down at Hiroki in confusion.
"Huh?"
"I don't think the bottle rocket or the wind mattered. At some point, we would've met. I know it," Hiroki said, reaching up to cup Nowaki's face in his hands, threading his hands through the ebony locks of his hair.
"I love you, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered. Before Hiroki could answer, Nowaki pressed his lips to his smaller lover's, gingerly kissing him. Within moments, Hiroki's clothes were removed and Nowaki held his leg in his gentle, warm hands as he worshiped the limb from the ankle up. His lips kissed and smacked all the way up to Hiroki's inner thigh, nipping at the creamy white flesh and leaving marks of love. Nowaki glanced up at his beloved for affirmation, and Hiroki nodded.
Soon, Hiroki was clinging to Nowaki's bare shoulders for dear life as he was bounced in his lover's lap, Nowaki's swollen member gliding in and out of him with expert accuracy. Hiroki's reddened, full lips stretched open in ecstasy as he tipped his head back, digging his nails into his lover's perspiring skin. The air began to fill with begs for more, desperate pants, and drawn-out moans as the heat between them rapidly grew.
And then, release. The two lovers gazed at each other as they came down from the heavens, whispering words of lifelong devotion. Spent bodies were laid down onto the soft bed below. Gentle lips pressed to the other's firm, not-yet-showing abdomen, mumbling greetings to the unborn creation of love underneath the thin layer of skin.
Staring at each other with irreversible love for each other, the two were blissfully oblivious to the trials that awaited them just around the corner.