White sheets, a four-poster bed, candlelight, and the sunset. It was a simple fantasy, and one Atsushi intended to play out before he died. He actually would have liked that to be the situation in which he lost his virginity, but if it was too late for that, well, he wasn't complaining.
Picking out the furniture for a new apartment was, of course, the perfect opportunity to make good on his plan. He steered Shinya over towards the four-posters with a plaintive and longing expression.
"Eh? What's this, da ne?"
"A four-poster bed. I've always wanted one." Atsushi grabbed onto Shinya's arm and leaned against his shoulder. "Don't they look nice? Cozy?"
"Do we have room for that, da ne?"
"It doesn't take up any more room than any other bed; the ceiling's high enough." A queen-size was as big as they had found could fit in their bedroom while still leaving room to maneuver, but that wouldn't be affected by a canopy. "Please?"
"Isn't it more expensive, da ne?"
"I'll pay for it!" Atsushi realized that he sounded like a child wanting a new toy, but he didn't care. He wanted his toy.
Shinya nodded, slowly, and Atsushi felt a rush of excitement. He couldn't wait to run home and play with it right then (he really did feel like a kid) but he had to wait. He would have had to wait until sunset, anyway. But he was certainly glad that the furniture store offered same-day delivery.
The bed was made of dark mahogany wood, stained black, with a light, white, linen canopy. Shinya had wanted to get blue sheets and some gaudily patterned comforter, but Atsushi had convinced him that white was the way to go. They had gotten it home and set up in almost no time, and now Atsushi had to wait, impatiently for the sun to go down. Being high summer, there was still a while to go.
He sent Shinya out of the house for groceries— their brand new refrigerator was depressingly empty— while he prepared the final touches on his fantasy. He considered going out to buy a bottle of champagne, but that was expensive, and he didn't particularly care for the stuff. Champagne, he decided, was for christening ships, not houses. That only left the candles.
He had received, as part of a housewarming gift from his mother, twin silver three-headed candelabra, 'for company.' He dug them out of their box and set them up with six white candles, one on either end of his dresser, sticking a matchbook in his pocket for later.
Shinya came home eventually and made a quick dinner, while Atsushi watched the window like a hawk. He was prepared to abandon food at the first sign of duskiness.
They managed to finish dinner while it was still light out, but Atsushi denied dessert in favor of sneaking back into the bedroom and lighting the candles while Shinya polished off an ice cream sandwich. Atsushi returned to retrieve him after five minutes, leading him by the wrists into the bedroom.
"Candles, da ne? Woow, 'Tsushi, this is really nice, da ne!"
Atsushi grinned lustily at him from under half-lidded eyes. "Care to help me christen the apartment?" He pulled Shinya backwards with him, onto the bed, on top of him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and capturing his lips in a kiss. Outside, the sun was melting in flaming hues into the horizon.