Chapter 3

It was an early spring day, and Akira was on his way out of the apartment. His dad was away on a business trip. His mother was inside torturing the maid. On his way to the elevator, he ran into Kaede. Obeying some dumb impulse, Akira decided to waylay him.

"Oh, no. You have other plans," Akira said as he hooked a hand around the inside of his elbow.

Kaede raised his eyebrows quizzically.

"Mom is harassing Rina. Something got broken, I think. Whatever. We are bailing," Akira told him.

Kaede pulled himself away from Akira and went to the door to listen. Akira took a few steps closer too. All they could hear now was vacuuming, but Kaede decided not to take any chances.

With no plans and no destination, just looking for an escape, they ended up sitting on a park bench, eating hot dogs, drinking lemonade and hot tea. It was cold, but Akira had still picked lemonade as his drink of choice.

They had put down newspapers to sit on because the benches were damp and chilly. A fountain drizzled nearby, too near. Kaede moved closer to Akira when a gust of wind brought the sprinkling of water from the fountain his way.

Shoulder to shoulder, through four of five collection layers of clothes between them, the contact made Akira's arm heat up, then grow almost numb with anticipation. But there was nothing to anticipate until he noticed Kaede started to breathe funny.

Abruptly, Kaede stood up and walked away. He threw a half eaten hot dog in the trash and kept his back to Akira as he finished his drink. Akira felt sure that he had only done it to have an excuse to increase the distance between them.

As they walked around, distracted and aimless, the trees and wet leaves muffled the sounds, made the whole peace seem lonely and desolate. Since he always paid too much attention to Kaede, Akira noticed that he was acting kind of nervous and keeping a safe distance.

That wasn't like him. To see how he would react, Akira made sure to brush his hand against Kaede's at the first opportunity. Kaede jumped.

"Sorry. My hands must be cold," Akira said. But they weren't. If anything had startled Kaede, it was heat and electricity.

The next time the apartment got unlivable, it was Kaede who warned Akira. Akira was coming home late. It was nighttime, and Kaede was leaning outside the lobby doors of their building right under a light, reading, of course. Akira stopped in front of him for the explanation, and only then did Kaede notice him.

"I'm waiting it out. They are fighting." He meant Akira's mom and their dad.

Having told him that, Kaede looked like he was planning to settle in with his book again. Akira wasn't going to allow that. He shut the book trapping Kaede's fingers inside.

"OK. Let's go," Akira said decisively.

"Where?" Kaede asked but came along before he got an answer.

"This is what we do now," Akira noted as they escaped.

"Run away from home together?" Kaede said, getting what he meant right away.

Akira smiled at the image. But then he told Kaede where they were headed, and he made a disgusted face. A party with Akira's friends wasn't his speed.

"I need a wingman. If that damn Miya shows up, you can distract her while I run," Akira explained. She had been a pain lately, and Akira was ready to break up with her.

At the party, there was no sign of Miya so Akira was free to have a good time. But Kaede was bored out of his skull. He looked like Akira was thinking of ditching him, going home come what may.

To keep him there, Akira kept handing him beers. Maybe too many beers. Now Kaede was dancing with all the girls because thay all wanted to dance with him.

Watching him move, throw his head back and wriggle among all those bodies was excruciating for Akira. The sight of Kaede's body twisting to music with such abandon gave Akira the hardest erection of his life. Though he hated to leave such a sight, he had to go.

Akira muscled his way into the bathroom, practically throwing out a guy and a girl who were barely done. He didn't care. Tormented by the straining of his erection, he didn't care what he looked like rushing in there. He locked the door and whipped out his cock.

Closing his eyes, he pictured Kaede's hips thrusting to music, saw Kaede's eyes staring into his as if he was dancing for him. Then Kaede was dancing naked.

Never having seen him naked, Akira couldn't picture him perfectly. But he did see that he was sweating and erect, with his cock bouncing to the beat, slapping against him, oozing strings of cum. Akira's dick responded with a stream of its own release. It was ecstasy, followed by relief.

Now he just had to clear his head, get rid of everything in there that had made him come.

He forced his breathing to slow down. On opening his eyes, he saw that he had splattered the toilet seat generously. He cleaned up, flushed, washed his hands and exited. When he stepped out, he noticed how many people waited outside to call him names and accuse him of doing exactly what he had been doing. He only smirked and gave them the finger before going to look for Kaede.

Akira had himself under control by the time he had to drag Kaede out of there and into the night. On the way home, well past 2AM, Kaede couldn't stand up or walk without leaning on Akira. When they stopped to let a truck pass, Kaede rested his head on Akira's shoulder. His nose was digging into the bare skin of Akira's neck as Kaede rubbed his face against him.

"No necking," Akira warned him.

Kaede chuckled. His drunk's breath didn't smell so hot, but it felt good to have Kaede pushing into him, plastered and plastering himself against him. Kaede was warm and heavy. It feel right.

"I'm likely to either throw up on you or pee on you," Kaede warned him, speaking into the crook of his neck.

"Not into that."

"Me either," Kaede said as he straightened and swayed a little on his unsteady legs. He then looked at Akira like he might be into something else, though. Maybe into Akira.

Kaede's eyes lost focus as he stared at Akira's mouth. Akira caught him as he lurched forward. His hands were on Kaede's waist as Kaede's face was planted against his neck again.

Akira felt his mouth moving against his skin, lips parted so he felt their slick, wet insides and then teeth. Kaede groaned and shuddered. Akira pulled him away just as he threw up. It only hit their shoes.

It wasn't easy being around Kaede after that night, and the feeling was mutual. Kaede was more standoffish than when he arrived. When Akira intruded on him, invaded his room and his space, the effect on Kaede was unmistakable. His breathing, the flush on his face, the way he cleared his throat and kept his crotch out of sight, it all spoke clearly to Akira.

It was a counterpart to Akira's involuntary reactions to him. Akira felt less alone but more afraid. Things were so dangerous now. It wasn't just Akira being pulled in and barely fighting it. Kaede was now inching closer, all the time less unattainable.

To be continued...