Kaede exit the bathroom wearing a white robe. As he made his steps towards the closet, he noticed a sitting figure on his bed.
Hana-chan had his back leaned on the bed's wooden head and having nothing at all to cover himself.
Hana. Kaede eyed the handsome young man.
"Had a great night, dad?"
There was a glint on those seemingly innocent chocolate brown eyes. A smirk formed in the youthful face of tan clear skin.
The boy seemed not to have any regrets or blame about last night's incident.
A frown on Kaede's head told the other one to explain his question.
"Don't you want another round?" Hana-chan murmured, trying hard to sound seductively.
Kaede was shocked... but he didn't show his emotion physically. He expected the kid to be raging in front him... cursing him... and grudging him for what he had done. He was wrong. Kaede was wrong.
"Go back to your room." Kaede said as he proceeded to the closet.
"Is that how you treat people you just had fun with? Love them tonight and leave them tomorrow?"
"I said. Go to your room." Kaede didn't bother to glance at the persistent kid. Slowly, he was seeing the difference between the Hanamichi he loves and this Hanamichi on his bed. Although it would be cute for Hanamichi to act like that.
Hana-chan... deciding to stop pestering the famous sportsman... hopped off the bed and took on his clothes.
"I promise... you wouldn't forget this night, Rukawa Kaede."
Hana-chan appeared in front of a black gate... hovering for someone to welcome him.
Finally, a spiky-haired tall man open the gates for him.
"Hana-chan?" Akira wondered of the existence of such a cute little fifteen-year-old kid in front of his household.
"Mr. Akira..."
Akira allowed the boy to enter his house first before the other could explain his presence. He asked the boy to sit in the living room while he prepares tea as a Japanese sign of welcoming a guest.
The house resident returned with two cups of oozing tea.
"Anything you need from me?"
Hana-chan grinned. The man in front of him would surely qualify as a toothpaste commercial model with such a beautiful and captivating smile.
"Yes." The younger boy said hoarsely... as he leaned closer to the man. The gap came closer and closer until they both could smell and hear one's breathing.
Hana-chan looked straight at the pair of pale blue eyes due to confusion and shock. The young man was slowly unbuttoning Akira's white polo and touched the muscled soft chest inside.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Akira said... still bewildered and flabbergasted of the boy's approach.
"Yes."
Akira knew the consequences of that action. He wanted to pull the boy away and bring him home... but he wanted so badly to touch the skin that sprung from the man he loved and was gone fourteen years ago.
Until... he felt a cold but warm soft lips that touched his. It was so sweet... so irresistible that Akira failed to control himself. He answered the approach and the both of them played with one's tongue... with one's invitation... with one's desire.
Deeper and deeper.
Salaciously dancing.
Lust overcoming them.
Having the strength to say stop... Akira pulled the boy by the shoulders. "No."
"What?"
He could see the hurt on the boy's face... the frustration... the disappointment. Never did he thought of putting pain on the face of such docility... of such innocence.
"I mean... not here." Akira smiled gently... hoping to ease the hurt he caused to the boy. "Rakeru might see us."
"At the hotel where I'm staying?"
Hana-chan queried hoarsely as he slid a finger on Akira's nipple over and over... making sure he caught the other's demand for his touch.
"Not bad..."
The two of them left the house and Akira drove his car towards the hotel. They took on the elevator and reached the fifth floor.
"Where's your father?"
Hana-chan let the two of them inside his room and locked the door. He pushed Akira on the wall... caging him with his seductive actions.
"He's not here. Don't you like it?"
The wet flexible tongue licked his lower lip. Akira shivered a little. He wanted to taste that tongue so much. He wondered if Hanamichi tastes the same as his son.
Akira surrounded his husky arms around the boy's waist and slid his fingers inside his shirt... feeling every muscle on his back.
Hana-chan laid his head sidewards on Akira's comforting chest. He traced his toes along the man's leg... creating the other's arousal.
It's his victory. Bringing a man to his bed. He knew perfectly it would enrage Rukawa Kaede. He's a man himself... and he knows how they act. Men are simple beings. They love competition and if you want to keep your man... show him he's not the only being in your life.
"How's America?" Akira asked. His left arm was around the boy... as if owning him.
"I don't know."
Hana-chan quit teasing Akira on the legs and transferred upwards. He flattened his palm on the other's nipple and caressed it once more.
"Don't you regret what we've done?" Akira queried in a sweet tone.
Hana-chan buried his head even more on the chest that was serving as his pillow.
"Why would I?"
Akira merely chuckled. It was out of his expection. There's no doubt he's lying on the bed of an American boy.
"My girlfriend just broke up with me." Hana-chan played his fingers along Akira's stomach... then brought himself above the other man and stared at him straight in the eye. "Would you be my first boyfriend?"
Akira froze. Everything inside his huge figure stopped functioning... absorbing the big bang.
"I've never had a boyfriend. I've never been laid...." Hana-chan paused on that statement. He never had a boyfriend but he had been laid on the bed by a man... by his foster father.
"You're tensed." Akira put his hand on the other's arms and laid him on his side to relax.
"I think you need to rest."
"How about my proposal?"
"Forget about it." Akira smiled and sat on the bed's edge as he put on his underwear and pants.
Hana-chan forcefully hugged the other... as tight as he could... hoping for the man's approval. "Am I not enough?"
You've been so enough Hana-chan. So enough that I don't I think I deserve you. Akira stripped the arms that were securing him. He wanted him so badly... he wanted to take care of him... but not to be his boyfriend.
"I'm thirty-one years old." Akira glanced behind him at the swelling eyes of the boy. Hana-chan didn't expect such refusal. "You're half my age."
"Age doesn't matter, Akira."
Akira imagined how would that felt if Hanamichi was the one who said those words. Would you be my boyfriend? He just grinned at the imaginary scene.
He loved Hanamichi before and he still loves him. He can't do this to the son of the man he only loves. Hana-chan is like a son to him... a child he must take care of.
"I'm sorry." Akira kissed his forehead... put on his own upper clothing and left the room.
-tsuzuku-