"Um… Kanagawa-sensei, just what are you suggesting here?" Hiroki asked hesitantly as he flipped through the small booklet he had gotten. Kanagawa, who sat beside him on the bench, beamed at him. People walked by them on the sidewalk, hardly paying them any attention.
"What does it look like, Kamijou-kun? Don't you remember, back in high school, when you san-" Kanagawa began. Hiroki interrupted him with a loud cough and glanced at Nowaki, who sat on his opposite side. Nowaki, however, didn't seem to be paying attention as he leaned back with his arms crossed, glaring at his knees. Hiroki tilted his head at him in confusion before turning back to Kanagawa.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember," Hiroki lied, offering the booklet back to Kanagawa.
"But you were the top tenor in the region!" Kanagawa exclaimed before Hiroki could stop him. "How could you not remember?"
Hiroki flinched as Nowaki shifted behind him, leaning forward.
"Tenor of what?" he asked, interest finally softening his angry features.
"Why, the school's Honors Choir, of course!" Kanagawa said, sounding relieved that at least Nowaki held interest. He took the booklet from Hiroki and handed it to Nowaki instead. Hiroki blushed furiously, pinching his lips together.
"…2011 International Honors Choir alumni concert?" Nowaki read. His gaze snapped up to Kanagawa, then flicked to Hiroki, who wanted to melt into a puddle on his seat. "Hiro-san used to sing?"
"Yes. Kamijou-kun was in our Honors Choir and, as I said, he was our top tenor. He competed in many contests and won them without a sweat! He fell off the face of the planet, though, after he graduated high school. I've been looking for him for years. I was eating at the same restaurant a few tables behind you two, and thought I vaguely recognized your profile, Kamijou-kun. And then you stood up and faced my direction, and I knew I had found you! I'm sorry if I startled you both or interrupted something, but I couldn't lose Kamijou-kun again," Kanagawa explained. Nowaki's face darkened a little, but he put on a smile.
"No. No, you didn't interrupt a thing, Kanagawa-san," Nowaki said, handing the booklet back to Kanagawa. Although Kanagawa didn't seem to notice the sharp bitterness in Nowaki's voice, Hiroki did. He looked at his lover in concern, bewilderment etched onto his features.
"Well, that's good. So, Kamijou-kun. Let me get to the point, here," Kanagawa said, turning back to Hiroki. "I would like you to perform in our alumni reunion concert this year- all of the top choir members from around the world will be there. Japan is hosting this time around, so you don't have to worry about travelling very far. You will be the only high tenor from Japan. Your voice seems to have deepened significantly, though. Do you think you can still sing high notes?"
Hiroki covered his face in his hands, groaning with embarrassment under Nowaki's incredibly interested stare.
"I don't think so, Kanagawa-sensei. I haven't sung since I graduated," Hiroki said. It wasn't a lie- he really hadn't. But the reason he had stopped singing wasn't because of his voice change: it was because of Akihiko. The man had caused the majority of the problems in Hiroki's life, and that wasn't limited to his motivation to sing.
"Nonsense, Kamijou-kun. I'm sure you can get up there! Come on, try with me!" Kanagawa said excitedly, reaching into his pocket and retrieving an electronic pitch pipe.
"Kanagawa-sensei, I don't really think-" Hiroki began, but he was interrupted as Kanagawa played a B sharp on the pitch pipe.
"Please, Kamijou-kun, just try. Sing with me," Kanagawa said. He suddenly stretched his mouth open to sing a series of notes on Solfege. "Do, re, mi, fa, so-"
"Kanagawa-sensei, please," Hiroki pleaded. Mistaking his frustration for willingness, Kanagawa played an A natural. He sang again, attracting stares. Hiroki bristled and stomped his foot. "Kanagawa-sensei, the answer is no!"
Kanagawa lowered the pitch pipe and frowned sadly at Hiroki. He reached out to put his hand on the side of Hiroki's face and brush his hair back slightly.
"What happened to you? You used to love to sing," Kanagawa murmured. He let his hand drop as Hiroki guiltily looked down.
"I just… a lot has happened since high school," Hiroki muttered, scratching his arm awkwardly. "Let's just say that I was too upset to even think about singing."
"I understand, Kamijou-kun. But look at yourself now!" Kanagawa said. Hiroki looked up. "I don't know what it is, but you seem to have a happy glow around you. Maybe it's a sign that your beautiful voice wants to sing again."
There was a long pause, before Kanagawa put the booklet into Hiroki's hand and stood.
"I have to go, but please. Think about it, Kamijou-kun. We need your talent again," Kanagawa said. "My phone number is on the back. Call me at the end of the week with your decision."
Before Hiroki could say anything more, Kanagawa bowed and walked away. Hiroki looked down at the booklet in his hands and flipped through it.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a singer?" Nowaki asked softly. Hiroki looked up from the booklet at Nowaki, who was frowning at him.
"I just… never thought that it would come up in my life again," Hiroki replied quietly. "I really haven't sung on a professional level since high school. I lot has happened to me."
Nowaki's sharp gaze softened slightly, and he put a big hand on Hiroki's shoulder.
"I know, Hiro-san. But don't you think that this would be a good opportunity? I mean, wow, you must have been a great singer to be invited as the only tenor to sing in the Japanese section of the alumni concert," Nowaki said. His eyes darkened and a gentle smile formed on his face. "You really are amazing, Hiro-san."
Hiroki blushed and averted his eyes, hugging the booklet to his stomach.
"You really think I should do it?" Hiroki whispered. The hand on his shoulder squeezed.
"Yes, but it's your decision."
Hiroki looked up with a shy smile.
"Alright. I'll think about it. Thank you for your support," Hiroki said. Then, he remembered. "Oh! You were about to ask me something before we got interrupted!"
Nowaki paused, and Hiroki saw a tiny flicker of sadness cross his eyes.
"Oh, it was nothing. Kanagawa-san's entrance made me realize that it's not time to ask you just yet," Nowaki said with a smile.
"But-" Hiroki began. He was cut off as Nowaki put a hand on his knee.
"Hiro-san… where's the kiss that you promised?" Nowaki murmured lowly, once again successfully changing the subject. Hiroki flushed scarlet and scowled.
"All you think about is sex," Hiroki muttered, pursing his lips.
"It's your fault for being so sexy," Nowaki said, grinning.
"Shut up!" Hiroki bark-whispered. "Someone will hear you!"
"Then let's go somewhere where no one can hear us," Nowaki said, leaning forward and flicking his tongue across Hiroki's earlobe. Hiroki jumped back and clapped his hand over his ear, glancing around nervously. Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed.
"You're a fucking idiot," Hiroki huffed angrily. Nowaki smirked as he got to his feet.
"Come on, Hiro-san. Let's go celebrate your invitation to the alumni concert."
"You're just looking for an excuse for sex!" Hiroki exclaimed, shooting to his feet. Nowaki laughed, grabbing Hiroki's wrist and tugging him down the sidewalk. Hiroki stumbled after him, trying and failing to wrench himself from Nowaki's grip. They walked across the street to an ornate, high-rise hotel.
"Let's go here," Nowaki said cheerfully, dragging Hiroki in through the glass doors.
"But Nowaki!" Hiroki yelled. "I have work tomorrow!"
"No you don't," Nowaki replied without hesitation. "Don't worry, I already called and told them that you have to skip Monday for a family emergency!"
"But I don't have a family emergency, Nowaki!"
"Yeah, but after I'm done with you, you're going to need Monday off," Nowaki said, looking over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows suggestively. Hiroki blushed furiously, but allowed Nowaki to pull him up to the front desk. He got a room up on the twenty-third floor, near the top of the building. Nowaki yanked Hiroki into an elevator and pressed the '23' button. The second the door closed, he coiled his arms around Hiroki's waist and leaned forward to kiss him. Hiroki yelped in surprise, trying to lean back to escape. Nowaki followed him, however, not breaking contact.
"Nowaki!" Hiroki gasped when Nowaki pulled away to allow him to breathe. Nowaki trailed licks and sucks down Hiroki's neck, ending at his Adam's apple and suckling on the slightly raised skin. Hiroki inadvertently moaned and tipped his head back, digging his fingernails into Nowaki's shoulders.
"I've been waiting since Friday night for this," Nowaki breathed, panting with animalistic desire. "I can't wait to fuck yo-"
"Nowaki!" Hiroki repeated angrily, his voice cracking slightly as Nowaki reached around to grip his bottom, squeezing with strong fingers. Hiroki bucked his hips, the blood in his brain beginning to rapidly rush downwards. Nowaki raised his head to once again thrust his lips against Hiroki's. Hiroki's eyes darkened with lust as Nowaki licked his bottom lip, requesting entry. Shyly opening his mouth, Hiroki jolted as Nowaki slipped his tongue inside, prodding his smaller lover's mouth with skilled flicks. They panted into each other's mouths, never breaking contact with their tongues as they twisted their heads back and forth.
"'iro-sh'an," Nowaki breathed into Hiroki's mouth, pressing his head forward and forcing Hiroki to tip his head back. Hiroki melted in Nowaki's arms, hardly noticing it when the elevator doors opened and he and his overpowering lover stumbled down the empty hall.
"N-Nowaki… I can't…" Hiroki gasped breathlessly, tearing his lips away for a moment. Nowaki immediately hoisted Hiroki up, and Hiroki wrapped his lithe legs around his strong lover's waist, locking his ankles. Nowaki rushed down the hall, gripping Hiroki to him as he jogged. He finally got to the door to their room and he fumbled the keycard he had received, repeatedly missing the slot on the card reader.
"Hiro-san, if I can't get this card in, I'm going to do you right up against this door," Nowaki growled in frustration.
"H-H-Hurry, Nowaki," Hiroki moaned, throwing his head back as Nowaki bounced him slightly, rubbing his clothed erection against Hiroki's bottom. "I n-need it!"
Nowaki snarled in response and finally managed to get the keycard in. He unlocked the door and threw it open. He could barely manage to shut the door behind him as both he and Hiroki flopped to the ground. Nowaki grunted as he dry-humped Hiroki right on the carpeted floor, bracing himself with a hand on either side of Hiroki's head. Hiroki, meanwhile, writhed in pleasure, gripping Nowaki's shoulders and moaning as he jerked and twitched.
"B-Bed… I want to d-do it on the bed," Hiroki whispered between pants and groans. Nowaki nodded and shot to his feet. Hiroki didn't have time to try and stand up as Nowaki grabbed him by the ankle and began tearing off his shoes. Hiroki caught on quickly and fumbled with the buttons of his coat, struggling to pull it off, but managing to do so after a lot of wrestling. Nowaki cast Hiroki's shoes aside and slid out of his own before he began dragging Hiroki across the floor and towards the bed. Hiroki squealed as Nowaki picked him up by the legs and swung him onto the large, king-sized bed.
"You're so hot, Hiro-san," Nowaki growled, moving between Hiroki's quivering thighs and leaning forward to hastily unbutton his grey suit jacket. He pulled it up and over Hiroki's head, but he froze as the baby bracelet in the jacket pocket fell out and landed on his little lover's trembling, raised belly. Hiroki raised his head and he also stared at the diamond band that had conveniently landed straight on the peak of his tiny baby bump.
"I think you scared the baby," Hiroki said with a little laugh. Nowaki chortled and picked up the baby bracelet, apologetically patting Hiroki's stomach with his free hand.
"I'm sorry, baby," Nowaki murmured. He un-tucked Hiroki's dress shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. He stopped unbuttoning when he got near Hiroki's chest, separating the flaps of white cloth and unveiling the rise of flesh. He lowered his head, his lips hovering just over the milky white skin. "Let your daddy kiss it and make it better."
Hiroki shuddered and gasped when Nowaki pressed his lips to his belly. He shut his eyes and squirmed in pleasure as Nowaki kissed and licked his stomach, coating it with his love.
"N-Nowaki…" Hiroki sighed, tipping his head back as his back arched a little.
"I'm going to make love to your papa now, baby. Don't be afraid. Daddy loves you very much," Nowaki breathed. He looked up just as Hiroki raised his head to gaze at him, his entire face red.
"You're such a corny bastard," Hiroki whispered breathlessly, his eyes slightly watery as his lips trembled. Nowaki smiled as he crawled up Hiroki's tiny body and kissed his jaw.
"It's all your fault."