Fixing his pants while not touching himself and groaning was a feat, but he managed to do it and return to class before he was late. Yuuko would never let him hear the end of it when she heard her planned worked. Whatever that plan had actually been. Nothing seemed to have changed in Doumeki and all it had really done was make him hard with lusty thoughts.
Tell me that I can make it through the walk to Yuuko's house without ravishing him!
It was as he was leaving that he realized Doumeki was nowhere around. Himawari appeared and attached to his side. It was only then that he realized he had forgotten to give Doumeki the note. The whole thing smacked of hitsuzen straight up, but it gave him the opportunity to find out why Doumeki was nowhere to be found.
He made his way over the schoolyard to the archery club and accosted the captain, who seemed to recognize him faintly as the "boy who's always yelling around Doumeki". It was hardly complimentary and didn't do much for his self-esteem about their relationship.
"Where's Doumeki? I've got something I forgot to give him at lunch."
"He's not here. He's in the back, changing his uniform. Go down to the right, you can't miss it."
Watanuki didn't immediately connect, as he walked down the hall, that Doumeki was changing and what that meant. He pushed open the door with no misgivings, and since the room was small, it didn't take long to spot the archer.
OH MY GOD, HE'S NAKED!
He had an excellent side and back view of the taller boy before he realized that someone was there and his eyes glazed a little behind his glasses as he took in every inch of detail. Oh my god… Doumeki's body was like that of a young, nubile god and he just about fainted completely. He had no control over the fact that his groin suddenly tightened painfully in seconds.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want?"
The bespectacled boy wondered why his glasses weren't fogging up with all the heat in the room and he blinked. God, god, please don't let him look down or notice! Doumeki was looking away and pulling on his hakama, which Watanuki was both extremely thankful for and dismally depressed about.
"I forgot to give this to you. It's from Himawari-chan." He turned away, pretending as if he didn't care, but in truth, it was only to hide the bulge in his pants for the second time that day. He was going to murder Yuuko.
"Hn."
No thanks, but then again, Watanuki didn't stick around to hear it even if it was offered.
"Really, that's wonderful. Except for you running out like that." Yuuko wrapped him in a hug, surrounding him with perfumed silks. "I wish I could have been there to see you at lunch."
"I'm sure you do." Watanuki muttered, untangling himself from the layers of silk.
"Don't be so grumpy Watanuki, we are getting closer. He wouldn't have taken the shrimp like that if he didn't feel anything." She reassured him, patting him in a motherly fashion on the shoulder.
"Or if he doesn't feel anything at all. Sometimes I think your front door has more emotion than him." Watanuki sighed in frustration, most of it directed at himself, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Of course he feels something. Now, what should we try next?" She clapped her hands together, coming to what she considered the point of the conversation. Watanuki's eye twitched at her excitement, but he didn't say anything. "I think it's time I sent you two on a job."
"What are we supposed to be doing here?" Doumeki asked, indicating the very obscure location Yuuko had sent them to.
"I don't know, she just said to wait here until the client arrived. You were there, you heard her." Watanuki snapped back at him, crossing his arms over his chest to keep more warmth. Wherever Yuuko had sent them, it was cold. He could see his every breath.
"I thought she might have told you something before." Doumeki stood there with his hands casually in his pockets like it felt like the middle of spring instead of winter. "I thought you worked for her."
"I do, but that doesn't mean she tells me anything," he practically yelled, only keeping his voice down because of the strange location.
Yuuko really hadn't given him details, just told him to grab Doumeki, go to the park and meet her there. Then she had pulled something weird and there they were; some weird abandoned building in some part of the world, or some other world, where it was freezing. He didn't know what her brilliant plan was, but he hated the cold.
It was night here; they had arrived at the park around sunset, and had left shortly after, so that wasn't too weird. What was weird was the fact that there was nothing here; there weren't even windows in this building and only one door. He didn't know what was on the other side of the door, and Yuuko had given them instructions not to open it until the mission was over. What she was expecting to come of all of this, he didn't know, but it did insure that he couldn't run again.
What was worse, Doumeki had given no sign that he thought or even remembered what had happened at lunch. Either it had no effect, or he had forgotten, and Watanuki knew Doumeki wasn't forgetful, even if he acted like it with the constant 'oi' thing.
Watanuki shifted repeatedly off one foot and onto the other, rubbing his arms to keep himself from freezing. He knew that if he wanted to truly get warm, all he would have to do was think about the image of naked Doumeki from this afternoon, but that would bring uncomfortable questions from the subject in question as to the nature of the bulge in his pants.
He glanced at his watch, but it was only three minutes after he'd last looked at it. He wanted to at least wander around the room, but the menacing shadows sapped his courage to brave the darkness and he was left fidgeting as always next to Doumeki. To his utter annoyance, Doumeki seemed completely relaxed.
Something shifted in a darkened corner and he eeped, latching onto Doumeki's arm instinctively before he could help it. He didn't even realize it and didn't let go until it had resolved itself to be nothing more than a rat scurrying for its home and its bedmates.
"Oi."
"What!" he hissed, annoyed that he was so jumpy and very uncool in front of his crush.
"You're still gripping my arm."
"Eh?" He blinked and turned to look at that stoic and yet to-die-for handsome face, then looked down at the bicep he was gripping tightly. It was muscled and firm, smooth underneath the jacket of his school uniform. The memory of his naked body floated in front of his mind's eye unbidden. Doumeki was like all whipcord and muscle; there wasn't a single bit of excess fat anywhere. Perfectly toned and perfect to ravish…
Watanuki released Doumeki's arm as if he was made of fire and turned away in a huff he didn't feel. In truth, he hadn't wanted to let go at all. He had wanted to rest his head on the side of his shoulder, breathe in his unique smell, feel Doumeki's fingers on his other hand slide into his hair, and feel what it would be like to kiss him.
It wasn't until he felt warmth at his back that he realized what had happened. "W-what are you doing!"
"Your fidgeting is annoying. And if you're that cold…"
The chest against his back felt as firm as his arm had. Arms were wrapped around his shoulders from behind, and he could feel Doumeki's breath ruffle the top of his hair. God, Doumeki was tall! The combined warmth was almost instant, but he could think of nothing except what it felt like to feel so safe and comforted in the archer's strong arms. He felt a shiver go down his spine and Doumeki must have mistaken it for cold instead, since his arms tightened around the bespectacled boy.
His cheeks flared with a deep blush of pleasure, and he was grateful for the darkness that hid it from the boy behind him. He couldn't help leaning back into the embrace and relaxing, the tension seeping out, and Doumeki's arms shifted to more comfortably wrap around his shoulders. Was it his imagination, or was the archer resting his cheek on top of his head?
It was wonderful and he didn't want to move. He'd have gladly stayed there for the rest of his life, but even with Doumeki's warmth, he was still going to freeze. He could even feel slight shivers from the archer. After all, they weren't prepared for such weather and were only wearing their light, winter jackets from their uniforms.
"Come on."
"Where?"
Doumeki let him go, much to his displeasure and grabbed his hand to pull him toward the door, the only way out. "Hey, Doumeki! Yuuko-san said not to open that door until our mission is finished!"
"We'll freeze if we stay here much longer."
That was true, at least. When the door opened, all he saw was blackness that consumed him. He blinked and then they were standing outside the gates to Yuuko's shop, just like that. "Wha?"
The archer didn't even seem fazed and he let go of Watanuki's hand. There was no telling what he was thinking and after a moment, he said, "I want soumen tomorrow."
"I don't take orders!" he yelled, but in truth, he always did as Doumeki asked. What else could he do? He loved that stupid, dense, stoic boy, even though the idea was laughable.
He could still remember the feeling of being so safe and warm in his arms.