Okay so I know this took forever for me to update... idk. I have no excuses. And this chapter came out way longer when I typed it on Word, so idk why it's so short here. *sigh* I hope you're happy with this update, I'm really sorry.

Don't own.

"Misaki?" the man called as they drove quickly down the street, headed for the restaurant where they would be meeting the other couples.

I wonder why that boy would kiss me…

"Misaki?" he called again, raising an eyebrow at the kid.

Didn't he say he loved that guy?

It just doesn't make sense…

I mean… he seemed like such a nice kid… he's definitely too hard on himself…

"Misaki!" he called louder, turning to look for a split second at the thin, brown-haired boy gazing obliviously out the window. He sighed, and the boy turned to look at him.

"Yes, Usagi-san?" Misaki replied, shaking away his thoughts.

"I'm glad you decided to join me on our date," Usami stated rather bitterly. Misaki instantly felt guilty, and slouched a little in his seat.

"I'm sorry. I… I'm just sorta worried about school. I might be falling behind, and going there today just sparked my nerves a bit, y'know?" Misaki lied. The last thing he wanted was for Usami to find out about the kiss. It was never Misaki's fault that these things happened to him, but they always happened nonetheless. And Usami, being the overprotective man that he is, was never too understanding.

"No," Usami sighed, "I'm sorry. I know you really don't want to go on this date, especially with the other couples. I shouldn't have surprised you like that, I know better. I just thought it might be good for you. Isn't this what normal couples do?"

"Normal?" Misaki questioned.

"Well, it's true that Hiroki's a neurotic, and that boss of his, Miyagi, well, he's just a pedophile… Hey, you know what? We just might be the most normal ones there..." Usami smiled, mussing Misaki's hair.

"He's the pedophile?" Misaki mumbled, scrunching his face at the man's touch.

"You're almost 19 now, which means that we are both consenting adults."

"You're crazy," Misaki said quietly.

"Am I?" Usami smirked, reaching over to touch the boy's thigh, lightly rubbing back and forth, eyes never wandering from the road.

"What are you-!"

"Shhh…" the man silenced, moving his hand up to massage Misaki's now obvious bulge through his pants. Upward motions, some with strong pressure, then with light caresses; moderate circles, before squeezing slightly. Misaki closed his eyes tightly, gripping the sides of his seat so hard that his knuckles turned white. He sighed in ecstasy as his lover stroked him mercilessly.

This guy is such a pervert…

Am I seriously getting off on this…!?

"Crazy, am I?" Usami snickered, slipping his hand underneath the waistband of the boy's boxer-briefs. Misaki immediately snapped out of his 'momentary lapse of judgment.'

"Stop!" he protested, pushing the man away and diving into the backseat, breathing quite labored.

"What's wrong?" Usami laughed, still, to Misaki's disbelief, completely focused on the road.

"Idiot-Usagi! What are you trying to prove!? And anyway, it's not like I keep a clean pair of underwear handy in case you suddenly decide it's okay to just do something like that!"

"Well maybe you should," Usami added seriously.

Damn-Usagi…

Misaki wriggled uncomfortably in the backseat, arms folded stubbornly, mumbling incoherent swear words the rest of the drive there.

Well this couldn't be more awkward…

I've never felt more like a child in my life.

Misaki was squished into a fancy booth next to Usami, who was next to Kamijou. Miyagi was the middle man in the opposite booth, flanked by Nowaki on one side and Shinobu on the other. The youngest males sat across from each other, closest to the aisle, and they both felt slightly out of place- outside the world of the 4-square of educated men. Misaki looked up at Shinobu, whose head was currently being held up by his own hand, thoughts somewhere else.

He still looks really angry…

Is he always this upset?

I don't wanna make things worse, but…

"Uh, Shinobu?" Misaki inquired. He looked over at the other males at the table, but they seemed too occupied with themselves to notice their conversation, so he continued. "Uhm, can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"Ha, yeah," Misaki laughed nervously, "Uhm, well, I was sorta wondering about earlier y'know? About, uhm… the kiss," he ended in a whisper.

"What about it?" Shinobu spat, still looking away.

"Well, uh… why… did you do it?" he swallowed.

"Why not?"

"C'mon, Shinobu, seriously," Misaki looked intently at the boy. Shinobu put his hand down gently on the table as he returned the intense gaze.

Those eyes… so much emotion…

"Honestly?" Shinobu stated more than asked. "To see if you were gay."

"Wh-what? Why? What does that have to do with anything?" Misaki asked, completely taken aback.

"It has everything to do with everything," the boy replied flatly, moving back to his previous posture.

"Well, I don't know anything about that," Misaki mumbled, brow furrowed, "but you could have just asked me, right?"

"And would you have answered me truthfully? Are you gay?"

"What!? Of course not! I am a normal, healthy, 18-year-old college student," Misaki nodded.

"I think I've made my point," Shinobu scoffed. "And besides, I did pretty much ask you before anyway."

"Huh?"

"I asked if that man was your boyfriend," Shinobu turned to look at Misaki again, nudging his head in Usagi's general direction.

"Oh… yeah," Misaki recalled, still feeling guilty.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't really matter at this point. I know the truth, whether you own up to it or not."

Who does this kid think he is?

Freakin' attitude…

"Listen, Shinobu, I don't know what you think you know, but you don't know anything. I am not gay," Misaki huffed.

"If you're not gay, then why are you on this date? Hmm? And how come you get so defensive on the topic? Oh, and better yet, if you're not gay, then why did you kiss me back?" Shinobu leaned backward, arms folded with a smirk across his face. Misaki blushed ferociously, but his embarrassment quickly turned to anger, and he glared at the boy.

"Did you ever think that maybe Miyagi-san is drawn to his colleague because he's not rude and immature like you?" And as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them, even before Shinobu's face froze in that agonizing expression, eyes tearing up in less time than it took for the kid to flee the room. All four men stared at the door that Shinobu had left through, before turning their gaze on Misaki. He sunk down in his seat, eyes averted and face beat red.

Perhaps… I should have just stuck with being embarrassed…

Aw Shinobu don't be upset, he didn't mean it! Besides you were being kind of a jerk... hehe. Y'know what I realized? It is really hard to make Misaki Seme, even when paired up with Shinobu. That's sad. Misaki... grow some balls, lol.