4.
There was a noise, maybe a choke. I couldn't really tell in my current state. And then there was a hand, a gentle hand that I'd felt enough times to know who it belonged to. He touched my shoulder carefully, his touch moved quickly down my back pulling up the back of my shirt to inspect the cuts. It was just like Takeru to care about something so trivial. To be honest my back didn't hurt near as much as my pride did. But I wasn't going to complain, it was T.K. touching my exposed back after all. Earnestly I'd hungered for him to touch me in such a manner before, I'd never expected it to happen however. It was just one of my weird daydreams...nor had I expected it to happen while I was sobbing hopelessly and cut all to hell.
"Yama-kun?" Takeru's voice was husky, unused, worried. I shook my head not lifting my face to see him. "Matt." His hand left my back, there was a part of me that was almost disappointed until I felt him pushing the hair away from my forehead. He brushed his lips across a pale temple, it was soothing to my pounding head. I lifted my head out of my arms to look at the younger boy, he'd collapsed on his knees in front of my crouching body. Now he stared back at me through eyes identical to my own.
"Are you allright?" He asked his lip trembling, I nodded resting my chin on my arms. I diverted my gaze away from him staring at the wall blankly for a moment. Finally I managed to push myself into a standing position wincing at the stabbing pain in my back.
"I should clean this up." I realized looking down at the shards of glass on the ground. "Real shame, clock was a family heirloom." I forced a smirk onto my face. But I was stupid to assume he'd buy it. If anybody knew me it was Takeru. He could tell when I was lying, he could tell when I was sad, he knew when to joke and when not to. T.K. was in all honestly perfect. The only person I knew for a fact I would never get tired of spending time with.
"But...your back-" Takeru stuttered gazing up at me from his kneeling position on the ground. I sighed, a sad smile replacing the smirk and ruffled his dirty blonde hair.
"I'm fine." I reassured him. He jumped up quickly and threw his arms around my neck. For a moment I was in just as much shock as I had a feeling I'd put him in earlier. That only lasted for a second as I slipped my arms around his narrow waist pulling him close. He nuzzled his face into my neck pressing his lips lightly to my collarbone.
"I love you too, Matt." T.K. informed me. I closed my eyes savoring the moment, the scent of his hair the way his lips were soft against my skin. He kissed my neck twice before pulling his face back too look up at me, his mouth twitched into the tiniest of grins. The grin was short-lived as I pushed it away, placing my lips over his. My eyes slid closed and his hands slipped into my hair pushing lightly against the back of my head. Holding my mouth to his, as though he wanted this almost as badly as I did. I forgot about the gashes in my back, about the fact that only a moment ago I'd been crying over how wrong this was. Because how could it be wrong...when it felt so right?
I breathed in my younger brother, I lived on the timid manner with which he met my kisses. The reluctant reply to when I slid my tongue into his mouth and then the way all reluctancy faded to nothing as he melted into my arms. Our mouths blended into a passionate fury, want and love mixed into one combined with familiarity and acceptance. And it was beautiful. More so than anything anybody could ever have shown me. More so then anything I'd ever seen in my whole life or anything I ever would see. There would never be anything like kissing Takeru. Tongues met, in a mixture of caressing and massaging. He pushed his body closer to mine, I wrapped my arms tighter around him holding him as close as I could without breaking our connection.
His hands roamed down my neck fingers tingling along my spine sending a shiver through my body. His hands moved further to rest on either of my shoulders. The left hand was hitting a slash. I did my best to ignore the pain it was sending through my back, I didn't want to pull away. I didn't want it to ever end. So I suppose it was a good thing that T.K. himself noticed the fact that he was touching a cut. He pulled back slowly and opened his eyes to look at me. He held his hand in front of his face, there was blood on the ends of his fingers.
"Oh Yama-kun...I'm so sorry." He cried out hugging me tightly. I held him rubbing his back soothingly.
"It's okay. I'm fine." I assured him. He kissed my jaw softly and then grabbed my hand.
"Lets go get you bandaged up."
There was a noise, maybe a choke. I couldn't really tell in my current state. And then there was a hand, a gentle hand that I'd felt enough times to know who it belonged to. He touched my shoulder carefully, his touch moved quickly down my back pulling up the back of my shirt to inspect the cuts. It was just like Takeru to care about something so trivial. To be honest my back didn't hurt near as much as my pride did. But I wasn't going to complain, it was T.K. touching my exposed back after all. Earnestly I'd hungered for him to touch me in such a manner before, I'd never expected it to happen however. It was just one of my weird daydreams...nor had I expected it to happen while I was sobbing hopelessly and cut all to hell.
"Yama-kun?" Takeru's voice was husky, unused, worried. I shook my head not lifting my face to see him. "Matt." His hand left my back, there was a part of me that was almost disappointed until I felt him pushing the hair away from my forehead. He brushed his lips across a pale temple, it was soothing to my pounding head. I lifted my head out of my arms to look at the younger boy, he'd collapsed on his knees in front of my crouching body. Now he stared back at me through eyes identical to my own.
"Are you allright?" He asked his lip trembling, I nodded resting my chin on my arms. I diverted my gaze away from him staring at the wall blankly for a moment. Finally I managed to push myself into a standing position wincing at the stabbing pain in my back.
"I should clean this up." I realized looking down at the shards of glass on the ground. "Real shame, clock was a family heirloom." I forced a smirk onto my face. But I was stupid to assume he'd buy it. If anybody knew me it was Takeru. He could tell when I was lying, he could tell when I was sad, he knew when to joke and when not to. T.K. was in all honestly perfect. The only person I knew for a fact I would never get tired of spending time with.
"But...your back-" Takeru stuttered gazing up at me from his kneeling position on the ground. I sighed, a sad smile replacing the smirk and ruffled his dirty blonde hair.
"I'm fine." I reassured him. He jumped up quickly and threw his arms around my neck. For a moment I was in just as much shock as I had a feeling I'd put him in earlier. That only lasted for a second as I slipped my arms around his narrow waist pulling him close. He nuzzled his face into my neck pressing his lips lightly to my collarbone.
"I love you too, Matt." T.K. informed me. I closed my eyes savoring the moment, the scent of his hair the way his lips were soft against my skin. He kissed my neck twice before pulling his face back too look up at me, his mouth twitched into the tiniest of grins. The grin was short-lived as I pushed it away, placing my lips over his. My eyes slid closed and his hands slipped into my hair pushing lightly against the back of my head. Holding my mouth to his, as though he wanted this almost as badly as I did. I forgot about the gashes in my back, about the fact that only a moment ago I'd been crying over how wrong this was. Because how could it be wrong...when it felt so right?
I breathed in my younger brother, I lived on the timid manner with which he met my kisses. The reluctant reply to when I slid my tongue into his mouth and then the way all reluctancy faded to nothing as he melted into my arms. Our mouths blended into a passionate fury, want and love mixed into one combined with familiarity and acceptance. And it was beautiful. More so than anything anybody could ever have shown me. More so then anything I'd ever seen in my whole life or anything I ever would see. There would never be anything like kissing Takeru. Tongues met, in a mixture of caressing and massaging. He pushed his body closer to mine, I wrapped my arms tighter around him holding him as close as I could without breaking our connection.
His hands roamed down my neck fingers tingling along my spine sending a shiver through my body. His hands moved further to rest on either of my shoulders. The left hand was hitting a slash. I did my best to ignore the pain it was sending through my back, I didn't want to pull away. I didn't want it to ever end. So I suppose it was a good thing that T.K. himself noticed the fact that he was touching a cut. He pulled back slowly and opened his eyes to look at me. He held his hand in front of his face, there was blood on the ends of his fingers.
"Oh Yama-kun...I'm so sorry." He cried out hugging me tightly. I held him rubbing his back soothingly.
"It's okay. I'm fine." I assured him. He kissed my jaw softly and then grabbed my hand.
"Lets go get you bandaged up."