Disclaimer: Viewfinder belongs to Yamane Ayano

I was planning on posting a new story that I had on my mind, but there were some problems trying to publish it, so I kind of got fed up and decided that I was just going to finish with this one before moving onto the next one.

Shit. It was getting colder in the mornings as winter started rolling in, and it usually made it hard for Akihito to toe outside of bed. But lately, he woke up feeling strangely bothered. It was like a flame was lit under the mattress while he slept. Akihito even turned the heater off in his room, but the sweat would be ever present, and it would sometimes get so hot that he would kick off the covers during the middle of the night. His temperature was right under that of a fever's, so he had no explanation for the strange state his body was in.

And unfortunate to say, the heat had zeroed in on a particular area. His stiff morning wood bordered the line between uncomfortable and downright painful. Contact of any kind, even a light brush against fabric, made him ache, threatening to shoot a load.

He slicked the damp hair back from his face and gingerly headed for a cold shower. It was becoming somewhat of a routine in the past week since it happened. It also made it hard to sleep soundly, and he was getting quite exhausted, each day escalating in discomfort.

He slumped in the seat opposite from Kou and Takato at lunch, head cradled in his arms on the table, and groaned. He'd been so tired that he couldn't hear a word of what the professors had been lecturing about all day.

"– hito…Akihito…AKI!"

Akihito's head shot up. He met the faces of his confused friends and sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I haven't been sleeping well lately," he confessed.

"Maybe you're stressed," Takato offered while texting his girlfriend.

Akihito shook his head. "I don't think so. Break starts next week, and I've been doing well on the exams."

Kou asked, "Or maybe you've been doing it too – Oooff!" He keeled over clutching his stomach. "What the fuck was that for?!" Kou yelled at Takato who had suddenly punched him in the gut.

"Shut it, you moron! I told you not to talk about it," Takato berated. "What he means, Aki, is that maybe you're pushing yourself too hard."

Akihito thought about it. He really did. But nothing came to mind. His friends' suggestions hadn't really helped.

He was just about to head into the limo after classes were over for the day when he took in a whiff of cigarette smoke and instantly got hard. It was so sudden it made him groan and double over, curling himself inside of the car. Suddenly rough hands shook him, and Akihito turned up to see Akira staring down at him.

"Akihito! Are you alright? What happened?"

"Wah…nothing, nothing," he shook his head, trying to shy out of Akira's hold on his arms. But Akira wouldn't budge, analyzing him from head to toe, checking to see if he had gotten hurt. The stares he was receiving, although nothing more than checking for injuries, had made Akihito flush a bright red and his erection became even more pronounced. He tried to hide it as best as he could, but he was sure it was noticeable.

"Alright, scoot over then."

Akira slid in after him and instructed the driver to head off. "Why did you suddenly double over like that? Scared the hell out of me. You seem to be fine though, just sweating a bit. That dick of yours seems a little excited though. Did Asami-sama fill you up with toys or something?"

"WHAT?!" Akihito exclaimed, shocked. An image flashed inside of his mind and he sat rooted to the spot, aghast at the thought. "N..no..w..wh..what the hell? How c-can you just say some-something like that?!" he sputtered, then groaned. The erection was tightly straining against his pants now; he had never felt more humiliated.

"Yeah, well, you can take care of it when you get back." Suddenly, a smirked flashed its way across the bodyguard's face. "Or," Akira wiggled his eyebrows, "you can just make Asami-sama do it for you."

Akihito had realized on the first day of meeting Akira that he was different from the rest of Asami's men. He didn't follow the usual quota that those other suits did, and talked to him openly like an actual friend. Akihito felt more comfortable around him because of their closeness in age and also because of the guy's easy-going personality. He didn't even act like a bodyguard most of the time, for which Akihito was grateful. But his mind was absolutely filthy.

….

"Hey, idiot," Takato said, flicking Kou's forehead with his fingers.

"Ouch! Will you stop hitting me already?!" Kou hissed. "Seriously, what is wrong with you?"

"Me? What is wrong with you?! I told you not to look suspicious in front of Akihito! And what do you do? Maybe you did it too much?!" Takato fumed.

"Well it's not like he knows that we know that he's…you know," Kou implied.

"Yeah, you're lucky he's totally oblivious."

Kou snorted. "It's not like you could look him in the eye either."

"It's just, look at him. You'd never have guessed. I still can't seem to get over it."

"Dude, me neither. Maybe we should just ask him."

"Hey, hey! Until Aki tells us himself, we agreed we were going to pretend that we never saw it! Nothing happened!"

"What never happened? That his dad hadn't stuck his tongue down Aki's throat? That they weren't all over each other on the couch? Oh yeah, didn't see a thing."