A/N: I'm a pervert...hehehehe.

"Where's my bento?" I put my hand out, the same one that had been feeling up under his clothes this morning. Had it palm flat, closing and opening and waiting for my bento. It didn't escape Watanuki how my hand looked as it closed and opened slowly, how it seemed like I was caressing the air.

He tried to kick me in the shin and then, when that didn't work out; he turned his back on me. But then--I can only guess--he remembered what I'd done to him this morning, when his back had been helplessly turned to me, because suddenly he was turning back around and handing me my bento with a curse and another attempted kick. He missed.

I ate it with the same relish that I scarfed down any of his handmade lunches.

I noticed that he was looking around anxiously. I didn't have to guess who he was looking for.

"Late lunch, remember?"

He turned to me and then sighed quietly. "Yes, yes. I wish Himawari were here today."

Himawari was a nice girl. I liked her like Watanuki, but not nearly as insanely as he did. I don't think anyone liked any human being with as much zeal as he put in for Himawari.

For some reason that thought made me feel kind of…not hungry.

That was a first.

"You don't like it?" Watanuki, chopsticks in hand was picking at his lunch, looking like he wasn't all that hungry himself.

"That's a dumb question." Watanuki could probably make poison taste good.

"Uh, just shut up and eat your food." His voice whined a little and it was kind of strange to hear him take that tone with me, considering what he'd just said. Usually when he asked me to do something, his tone was more belligerent.

I continued to stare at my bento. It did look really appetizing and I did want to eat it.

"I've never seen you admire my food before." Watanuki said, around the straw in his mouth as he drank a boxed drink.

It wasn't the only thing I was admiring, because it had come to my attention that Watanuki looked appetizing too, even more so than his lunch.

Food and Watanuki.

I knew there was a way of combining these two things together in order to satisfy my newly acquired taste.

Watanuki, huffing because he thought I was purposefully ignoring him said irritated, "What is your problem today? You're more annoying than unusual."

I continued to let him think I was ignoring him, so I could contemplate how I would get my two favorite things to somehow turn into another, newer, but many times more favorite thing.

I spied some brownies located conveniently next to his bento cover.

He was now putting his bento to the side, along with his chopsticks. "I don't think I have too much of an appetite today." He said, which registered as another strange development from the boy sitting next to me. The words not angrily shouted at me, but said calmly and seriously.

Things were looking up.

He went for the brownies.

Things were really looking up.

He offered some out to me calmly and I took one. I hadn't immediately shoved it into my mouth, because I was distracted as he picked one up and took a small bite.

He had crumbs around his mouth and the chocolate icing had smudged onto his fingers.

I suddenly had my appetite back.

Especially when he started licking one of his fingers, the images from the night before and what that tongue could do running through my head and making me unconsciously squish the brownie in my hand.

"Watanuki." He looked up at the sound of my flat voice and then, he was furrowing his brow and squinting at me through his one eye. No doubt, now noticing the look in my eyes and at the same time trying to make sure before he jumped to conclusions about what such a look meant when aimed at him.

I grabbed him by the arm, pulled him into the lap and went straight for the crumbs doting the side of his mouth. He huffed, struggled a little and then he was letting me kiss him there. It was nice, and it was even nicer when he scooted forward and let me press more kisses to the side of his face.

He kissed me once, right on the cheek because my mouth was preoccupied with the corners of his mouth, still licking and tasting the crumbs there. His hands weren't on me, were more in the air, right next to my head. Small traces of icing were still on his fingers, and I didn't have to guess why he wasn't touching me. He was just weird like that, and wouldn't touch me until his hands were clean.

I was more than happy to help him out there.

I'd went for one finger, licked it inside my mouth and then was sucking on it as he gaped at me and told me quite frankly that he'd rather use soap and water.

He was right on top of me, sitting right on top of my straining erection and I couldn't suppress a shiver as he moved without knowing against it.

I knew I should be more careful. We were sitting on the roof and I had locked the door behind me, because right from the start, I'd had ulterior motives for our lunch. Making out in school wasn't the smartest decision I'd ever made in my life, but it was by far the nicest.

"Mmmhh…Doumeki, stop before someone sees us."

I answered back while running the edge of my teeth on one of his knuckles, "We're on the roof."

"So?"

I was lapping at the soft side of his palm and he involuntarily hissed.

I responded naturally, "Unless the teachers can fly then I don't think we have anything to worry about." He pushed at my shoulder and getting my hands on his hips I shifted him hard on my cock.

He made a startled sound. "Dammit, just behave alright."

I shifted him again and he felt it as it brushed against his thigh. He blushed and sputtered that this wasn't the place for that!

I couldn't help but ask him teasingly--but actually seriously--where the place for that was, and if in the future, I were at this place, would I be guaranteed sex.

He sputtered and blushed some more.

Cute came to mind and I liked the sound of it.

Cute Watanuki.

"We can't. Crap, why are you so"- He blushed cherry red.

Without a beat or embarrassment, I finished the sentence for him. "Hard." I looked down between us and he was pulling away from me, or trying to.

"It's because you're on top of me." I said matter-of-factly, which I knew drove him nuts.

"It's your fault. I'm just…" he was unconsciously rubbing my arm, nice and slow and--it didn't seem like he was the being one being driven insane anymore--the motion of it making me get harder and driving me nuts.

He let the sentence drop and just continued to touch my arm and hold onto it.

And I knew if he didn't stop, he was going to have a new perspective on life when I pushed him on his back.

We were kissing before I could get my head out of the clouds, his mouth soft and hot, and the sound of his labored breathing making me break away and try to push him on his back.

He puts his other hand on my arm as he struggled to keep himself in an upright position.

"We can't. C'mon, use some common sense, you idiot."

I tumbled him backwards and leaning over him, I finally got my mouth on his throat, breathing words there that I know he'd be able to hear, even if they aren't clear shoved up against his neck.

"It feels good."

His hands were in my hair; petting me and making the tendons in my neck lock up from every soft touch.

"It won't take long." Not with the way I was worked up. "And you feel so"-

The bell rang.

Right when I had opened my mouth to suck on his throat.

We lay there, for a while breathing, with Watanuki looking up at the blue sky and me looking down at this throat. I figured maybe it wouldn't have been a good idea if I'd gotten my way, because coming all over my pants and still having to go to class didn't sound like much fun.

Even still, I smothered whatever groans of protest I had as Watanuki pushed at my shoulder. He stood up, dusted off his clothing and was then picking up our bentoes and growling at me to, "Get up."

We were both late for class and when we walked in, even the teacher was giving us strange looks.