april kisses

things that are real

by: samthegreat

disclaimer: same as before. maybe this one is a little racier than the others. be advised.

It started with a kiss on his bare shoulder and Watanuki always enjoyed it. He liked the hands that caressed his naked skin and sent flames down the white flesh. Those hands that glided through his hair, he always loved those too. Contact like this gave Watanuki a new found appreciation for hands and the things they could do to a willing body. But, of course, he still enjoyed that mouth. That smileless mouth that began the interaction and had the power to escalate it to new, passionate heights. Maybe he liked that mouth the most.

Of course, there were other body parts that drove the bespectacled boy crazy. For one, he loved that torso. It was smooth and lean and, to Watanuki's enjoyment, ticklish. And those hips that he loved wrapping his legs around. He couldn't forget those hips that were so talented at thrusting and grinding against his needy body. Shoulders were good too, especially when he could dig his short finger nails into to them or muffled his enthusiastic cries at the height of his excitement. But, what Watanuki really enjoyed was waking up to the realization that it was a dream, as always.

It being a dream was never a disappointment, it was a relief. Dreams weren't real, so what he was dreaming about wasn't real and it meant nothing. It was just a combination of the growing hormones from his changing body and the fact that he often fell asleep with the thought of Doumeki's annoyance on his mind. That was all. With that in the back of his thoughts, he didn't mind having to change his sheets every morning and he didn't mind the sticky mess in his pajamas. The physical remnants of the prior night's dream only meant that he would have to bathe and that was alright with him.

The shower was like a return to the land of dreams. The steam and warmth brought back the memories of his fantasy. He could image the happenings as he tilted his face towards the shower head. He could allow the water to run down his face and bathe his neck. He could pretend those water drops were the same kisses that consumed his neck the night before. And, because the bathroom was still misty from the warm water and he still felt as though he was dreaming, he could look openly into the mirror and smile back at his reflection with out any regrets.

But, these things were fake and that's what made it okay. In the land of the real, if he was to look at the other boy in the lustful way he did in his dreams, it would be unforgivable. It was not open for consideration. It was just wrong. He had decided that as long as he could pretend, as long as his thoughts of that other boy stayed in a place were things weren't real, than it wouldn't be a problem. He could be sour and crude to the other boy. He could pout, cry, whine, and scream and it wouldn't seem out of place at all. It would be normal. He would be normal.

So, as Watanuki dressed, he pushed the thoughts of the previous night out of his mind. He could forget and suppress, he was good at that. The only thing that popped up out of the world of dreams and entered the world of the living was an ache in his shoulder. The pain was only evident in the shoulder that always received the first contact, the part of his body that was graced with the first sweet kiss. And, as Watanuki walked to school, he could admit that the pain and that first kiss's memory were able to follow him throughout the day. Because those things were very real.

yeah, it's short and has a little more…contact…than the others do. oh well, hope it's enjoyed. review please.