Chapter Three

Once Alfred was out of sight, Kiku moaned and cried out, "I feel horrible! I hope I didn't kill all of his American pride," he prayed and then Kiku picked up the basket that he dropped and proceeded to head outside to air dry his clothes.

Later that day, hours after Alfred left and hours after Kiku finally finished cleaning his house, Kiku sat comfortably inside his bed, tucked in with warm blankets. Kiku was simply reading a book as he sat on his bed. He had a television in his bedroom, but he did not like spending all day watching television so he read . . . a lot!

Kiku also had a huge bed, but he did not really need all the space. However, there would be times when Alfred would spend the night or even days with Kiku. And at first, Kiku would make the American sleep on his couch – Alfred the one who begged Kiku if he could stay the night – but at the end, Alfred would sneak into Kiku's bedroom, get the older male horny and Alfred would do the naughty to Kiku.

"Maybe I should get a smaller bed. A bed so small that Alfred would have to give up on planning to have sex." Kiku thought out loud, already bored of the book he read and still worried for his younger yet dominate lover. Then, Kiku decided against that idea. "He'll find a way to have sex and he won't really need a bed."

Kiku shivered as he thought about other parts of his house that could become dirty. Kiku had a hard time dealing with having sex on his bed – Alfred convincing him that beds were made for having sex on – but if Alfred were to find a different place without a bed, Kiku would mentally break down. And from what he knew from reading erotic romance novels, there were a lot of places in a house that two people could have sex on.

Finally, Kiku yawned and rubbed his eyes, sleepiness approaching his body. Kiku looked at his alarm clock that stood beside him on his desk table. The clock read 9:24 pm, but it was still too early to sleep. Then again, Kiku was not the type to complain about sleeping early so he decided to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Then, after thee minutes of brushing his teeth while humming a small tune that sounded peaceful and relaxing . . .

Ring, ring, ring. Ring, ring, ring.

Kiku heard his house phone ring so he quickly wrapped his tooth brushing time and headed towards his phone, bring a cloth with him.

Ring, ring, ring. Ring, ring, ring.

"I'm coming! Hold on!" called out Kiku, talking as if someone was waiting for him inside his house, drying his hands on a clean cloth. Suddenly, Kiku perked up a little and hoped hat Alfred was calling.

Kiku quickly answered the ringing phone. "Hello, Kiku speaking."

Chapter three . . . is complete!

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