Title: The Second Meeting: Right
Pairing: YuuTari
Disclaimer: not mine, cool? cool.

As they headed towards Oshitari's house, he wondered exactly how he ought to introduce Yagyuu to his family. Should he tell them he was just a friend, or should he introduce him as a boyfriend? It wasn't as if his parents prohibited him from dating; they really didn't care what he did, as long as his grades stayed up. Maybe it would be easier to just tell them the truth.

As it turned out though, he didn't need to say anything. "Ah Yuushi, you're back. We were just about to head out - oh, is this your friend? Sorry we can't stay, we're late to a company party. Keiko's out on a date, so you'll have the house to yourselves," his mother called out as his parents passed them at the front door. Yagyuu chuckled as they entered the house.

"Well, that's that," Oshitari said, slipping out of his shoes and getting a pair of slippers for Yagyuu. "Do you want to watch a movie?" He wasn't sure exactly why he'd asked Yagyuu over; he had just wanted some more privacy than outside where people were everywhere. A movie was always good, though. According to Shishido, it was one of the few activities for which silence was not only not awkward, but even expected.

"Sure; what movies do you have?"

A few minutes later, they were settled on the couch in the dimmed family room, watching some movie that Oshitari had never heard of before and would probably never remember. It wasn't even in Japanese; it was in French with Japanese subtitles, and Oshitari's mind wasn't interested enough to closely read the subtitles. He was too busy focusing on the fact that Yagyuu was sitting right next to him, left arm resting along the top of the couch behind Oshitari's head. He wasn't sure if he ought to lean into the inviting body next to him, or just sit straight and ignore it.

Regardless of any of that though, Oshitari decided that something about this all felt OK. It wasn't like watching movies with Atobe - that always involved theatre-like settings and fancy snacks and other such uncomfortable things that made movie-watching an experience in and of itself. Something like this was decidedly nicer, when everything was familiar and the only part that was different was the company. That made the company interesting, and Oshitari at the moment certainly wanted to be more interested in Yagyuu than in their environment.

"Do you always pick the girly movies?" It wasn't until the words were already out of his mouth that he'd realized exactly what he'd said.

Yagyuu chuckled quietly. It was a quiet, muffled sound, but Oshitari could see the tightening of his diaphragm and slight shaking of shoulders. "Maybe. I'm sorry; do you want to watch something different? I don't particularly mind."

"No, it's perfectly all right. I was just curious." Oshitari decided that what he "ought" and "ought not" do just simply wasn't important, and leaned slightly against the boy next to him. "Do you understand French?"

"A little." Since his eyes were on the screen, Oshitari was left to wonder if Yagyuu was smiling at that. He decided that Yagyuu's lips probably held the usual slight curve - with the left corner just a little bit higher than the right, pressing in a shadow of a dimple - which Yagyuu always wore when he was relaxed. "My dad studied abroad in Paris for a year when he was in college, and he's taught me some over the years."

There was silence as a particularly intense scene captivated their attentions. "That's cool. I should probably learn a second language sometime also." He'd always thought French would be more useful to him than English, especially if he were to pursue a career in chemistry. France and America both had a lot of possibilities for chemists, but France's history in the pure sciences was just that much stronger than America's.

"In today's world, knowing a European language and an Asian language seems to be all but required," Yagyuu agreed.

"Teach me something, then," Oshitari joked. "How would I introduce myself in French?"

"Je m'appelle, and then your name. Like 'je m'appelle Hiroshi'." Perhaps the language of the movie had permeated his thoughts, perhaps Yagyuu's smooth voice just affected him like that, but for some reason, Oshitari initially thought that Yagyuu had been speaking solely in Japanese. It took him a second to realize that he had in fact been switching between two languages.

"Say that again?" he asked, having completely lost interest in the movie. He sat up and turned to face Yagyuu. The words seemed to flow smoothly, nothing like the sharp syllables of Japanese.

"Je. M'appelle. Hiroshi," Yagyuu repeated slowly. He clearly didn't attempt to add any particular enunciation to the words, but they sounded so clear and strong all the same.

"Je, m'appelle, Yuushi." Oshitari fumbled a bit with the unfamiliar tongue shapes, but managed to bite out something that sounded reasonably similar to what Yagyuu had said. They repeated this a few times, until Yagyuu deemed Oshitari's accent passable. They moved on to asking for a name, asking for the time, and other such phrases that they always taught any beginner in a language - the movie was just providing background noise now.

Oshitari found himself really getting into this mini lesson. Though he rarely admitted it, there was something of a romantic in him, and Yagyuu speaking French suited him just fine. Suddenly, before Oshitari could move, Yagyuu had leaned forward and lightly pressed their lips together. "Je t'adore, I love you." Oshitari could feel the slight movements of Yagyuu's mouth forming each word. He managed to repeat the words back to Yagyuu before Yagyuu tilted his head just a little, fitting their lips together the way they were meant to be. One of Yagyuu's hands slid around his neck, the other presumably braced against the couch as the gentleman pressed forward, pushing Oshitari backwards to lie down against the cushions. The entire time, Oshitari stared straight into Yagyuu's brown eyes, watching them darken and shimmer intensely.

Unable to resist - and not really wanting to anyway - Oshitari returned the kiss, allowing it to deepen as he felt Yagyuu all but climb on top of him. His left leg hung off the side of the couch, allowing Yagyuu to kneel in between his thighs. Yagyuu's hand felt so good massaging light circles in his neck, he could only manage to lightly grip at Yagyuu's back, pulling him in, closer. Then Yagyuu moved his other hand to start stroking lightly at his hip, and Oshitari couldn't manage to keep his eyes open anymore.

When Yagyuu slipped his left hand underneath his shirt and ran teasing fingers along his waist and up the side of his abdomen, Oshitari brought his right arm around to rest across Yagyuu's shoulders, hand pushing into Yagyuu's short hair to pull his head closer than ever, incidentally also granting Yagyuu access to push his shirt up. It felt so good to have Yagyuu's hand sliding up and down his side, as their tongues pressed and curled against each other. Suddenly, Oshitari's eyes flew open as he broke the kiss, gasping as Yagyuu brushed a thumb across his nipple.

"Wait," he said, arms releasing Yagyuu as he pushed down on the couch, effectively sliding out from under Yagyuu. He smoothed down his shirt with one hand and fixed his glasses with the other as Yagyuu sat back, looking just a little flushed for wear. Both of them were breathing just a little bit heavier than normal.

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