Chapter 1: Embarrassing Confessions

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The Spatula Test – Another Misplaced Citrus: Panda Barrettes

Chapter One: Embarrassing Confessions

"Well?" the lady Kamijou encouraged. "Hiroki, I'm waiting."

Confronted with the situation of revealing his sexuality on the phone to his mother, Hiroki watched the front of his skirt begin to sink back down into its original shape.

"Mother, Nowaki doesn't sleep in his room much. Or at all really, as I guess you've surmised." Hiroki rubbed his forehead which suddenly felt too heavy from the weight of the panda barrettes.

"Oh?"

"No… Most of the time he sleeps with me."

"See," said the lady, delighted to at last have her son's confession. "Was that so hard? I'd begun to despair that you would never tell me."

"Never tell you?" Hiroki's voice was puzzled. "How long have you known?"

The lady Kamijou's pride enticed her into a small deception. "Oh, Hiroki, a mother always knows. It's been obvious to me for ages."

Then her voice turned into a conspiratorial whisper. "But let's not say anything about this to your father just yet. Despite how ferociously he conducts himself, he's actually a very delicate man."

Hiroki, realizing what it was his mother was really saying, found his mouth drawn up into the unfamiliar territory of a smile. "Okay, Mother, we'll keep it our little secret for now."

Hiroki had no sooner finished saying this, than the giant nude boy that was his ridiculous boyfriend, snuck up behind him and grabbed the phone out of his hand.

"Hey!" Hiroki shouted, attempting to swat said nude man's pert backside, before Nowaki drifted beyond his reach.

Nowaki completely ignored Hiroki and strolled over to the couch, where he promptly sat down.

"Oh, Kamijou-san," Nowaki said. "So sorry to intrude into your conversation, but Hiro-san and I have to finish interviewing some girls for the housekeeping position. One should be arriving soon, so Hiro-san needs to go. He's hardly even dressed yet."

Nowaki shot Hiroki a very un-Nowaki-like look: he had an almost wicked grin.

The bastard is just having way too much fun with his day, Hiroki fumed.

"Yes, Kamijou-san…" Nowaki said to Hiroki's mother in his "I'm the very best boyfriend in the whole world and I know that you really like me more than your son" voice. "Okay… Yes… I'll call you soon and tell you how that recipe turns out… Oh, that's very good advice… Thank you… Ummhmm… Yes, you too… Goodbye."

Nowaki flipped his phone shut and set it to the side. He looked at Hiroki and patted the cushion on the couch next to him.

Hiroki crossed his arms over his skimpily clad chest and glared at the giant sitting on their sofa. He refused to move.

"How long exactly have you been in cahoots with my mother?" he growled.

Nowaki blinked at Hiroki with dark-eyed innocence. "I don't know what you mean."

"NOWAKI…"Hiroki's voice was showing a sharp edge of irritation.

"Oh, Hiro-san," Nowaki said beaming. "You're so cute when you're angry."

Before Hiroki could fly into a rage and begin pelting his bare-naked lover with anything that wasn't nailed down, Nowaki stopped him.

"Hiro-san, come here." Nowaki's voice had an unfamiliar note of authority in it. It made Hiroki just the slightest bit nervous.

When Hiroki hesitated, a slight frown appeared on Nowaki's usually sweet face.

"Hiro-san," Nowaki's tone had become scolding.

Hiroki felt the pout threaten to return to his lips. So, to distract himself, he began finally moving. He crossed the floor to join Nowaki. As he walked, the satin of the maid's costume slid against his bare skin. It felt so damn erotic.

Hiroki stood in front of Nowaki now. He uncrossed his arms and let them hang at his sides. Then Nowaki leaned forward and took his lover's hands, pulling Hiroki to him.

Hiroki had to straddle Nowaki's legs to follow the beckoning grip, and ended up sitting, facing Nowaki, in the other man's lap, his thighs open, his knees bent and resting on either side of Nowaki's legs. Underneath him, Hiroki could feel the giant's thick dick pushing up and brushing against his own reviving shaft. The feeling was electric and he could not help but grind down into the man's lap just a bit.

Nowaki draped Hiro-san's arms behind his shaggy black head. He slid his large palms up under the ruffled skirt over his lover's tight thighs, eventually claiming a grip on Hiroki's narrow hips. He loved being able to feel the trace of Hiro-san's hip bones beneath his hands. Nowaki looked at Hiroki intently. He could see the building desire in the other man's eyes and feel Hiro-san's growing arousal in his lap.

"Hiro-san, I want you to say it," he purred.

Hiroki's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. He had already been through this torture earlier when they were in the bath. He tried to pull back, but Nowaki's iron grip held him in place.

"Say it, Hiro-san." This time Nowaki's voice was more of a growl. "Keep your promise."

Hiroki looked off to the side trying to escape the demanding cobalt gaze. "Hiro-san is cute," he muttered under his breath.

"Say it again, but louder," came Nowaki's gentle order.

Hiroki sighed. This was so humiliating, but a promise was a promise. He had told Nowaki he would do anything and the only thing more damaging to his pride than actually saying what Nowaki wanted him to would have been to show that he was not a man of his word.

"Hiro-san is cute," he said with a little more volume. He felt incredibly stupid talking about himself in the third person.

"Again… and this time, Hiro-san, I want you to look at me when you say it."

Hiroki felt one of Nowaki's hands leave his hip and alight under his chin, gently tipping it up and turning his face back towards him. Beneath him he could feel the younger man's fevered arousal.

Nowaki could not believe how gloriously sexy his boyfriend looked right now.

The most delightful pink blossoms had flowered on Hiroki's high cheek bones. A strand of his dark cinnamon hair had escaped from its panda barrette and was hanging down in front of one of his Hiro-san's wonderfully expressive eyes. It caught on his lashes and shivered slightly each time the older man blinked.

A beautiful flush dripped down Hiroki's strong neck and pooled between his tight pectorals. One of the straps of the maid's apron had slipped off his broad shoulder causing the top of the uniform to curl over just slightly. A pert nipple winked at Nowaki enticingly from behind this.

The feel of Hiroki's smooth legs atop his, the brush of his lover's intimate parts, grazing his own was amazing. Hiro-san was so much more than cute in this moment: he was perfect.

Nowaki kept his grasp on Hiroki's chin light, but firm. He looked deep into Hiroki's eyes and penetrated his lover as deeply with his gaze as he had ever done with his cock. He was rewarded for his efforts with a glimpse of the other man's true vulnerability.

"Tell me you're cute again," Nowaki whispered.

Hiroki wanted to look away, but he was impaled on Nowaki's gaze.

"I'm cute," Hiroki said softly.

"You're brilliant…"

Hiroki could not bear the sincerity of his lover's expression.

"I'm brilliant."

"You're perfect"

"Nowaki…"

"You're perfect."

Hiroki would have never had the confidence to say it, if it had not been for the truth of this belief reflected in Nowaki's eyes.

"I'm perfect."

With that, Nowaki's handsome face broke into a huge smile.

He slid the hand that had remained on Hiroki's hip up the man's back and used it in tandem with the one still cupping his lover's chin, pulling Hiroki down and in to him. He covered Hiroki's mouth with a crushing kiss. His tongue slipped between soft lips and sought out Hiro-san's.

Hiroki found himself almost a loss for breath as Nowaki, still covering his mouth with his own, picked him up and rolled both of them over so that he was now lying down on the sofa, his back nestled against the side of its thick arm. Nowaki was pressing down on him from above, the younger man's body caught between his thighs.

Nowaki broke the kiss. He grinned at Hiroki, his features radiant with happiness.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it, Hiro-san?" he gazed down at Hiroki. But Nowaki could see that the defenses had again been raised in the other man's eyes.

"Dumb-ass, that was terrible and humiliating…" Hiroki turned his face away from his glowing giant.

"Oh," said Nowaki playfully, "really, Hiro-san, how you grumble. I don't think it was truly that hard, but… I do know something that is." He reached down between Hiroki's legs amidst the crisp whisper of satin and grabbed his lover's cock.

Hiroki moaned at the touch. He arched his back beautifully as Nowaki began dusting his dick with light feathery strokes.

The younger man slipped off the couch, moving down so that he had a choice view of his lover's lower half. Nowaki flipped the skirt of the maid's uniform up on to Hiro-san's tight belly. He looked down, mesmerized by the sight of his boyfriend's shaved parts. He was so glad Hiro-san had allowed him to do it. He ran his fingertips over every inch, luxuriating in the silky smoothness of Hiro-san's skin.

Hiroki squirmed. Nowaki's fingers were making him crazy and he was growing increasingly impatient to feel his lover's mouth on his cock. Still, Nowaki didn't take it.

"What the hell are you doing down there?" He was about to tell Nowaki "to just take a picture," but he didn't want the big goof to get any crazy ideas.

Nowaki answered in dreamy tones. "I'm just looking at you, Hiro-san. I love how you look like this. It makes you look so much bigger."

"Bigger?" Hiroki suddenly propped himself up on his elbows. "What the fuck, Nowaki? Is there a problem? You've never said you had an issue with my size before."

Nowaki winced and instantly regretted what he had just said. He had meant his comment as a compliment. Hiro-san was really already quite gloriously endowed. It was a shame really that with his magnificent dick that the man preferred to bottom. But still, as in most other areas of his life, the professor was remarkably insecure.

"Oh no, Hiro-san," Nowaki tried to soothe the other man's ego quickly, before the mood of this encounter turned disastrous. "I just meant I didn't know you could look much bigger." Seeing dark hazel eyes glowering down on him from above the hem of the maid's uniform's skirt, Nowaki sensed he was losing ground quickly, so he immediately moved to another tack.

Nowaki traced his nose across the lowest edge of Hiroki's belly and then slid his mouth down the length of the man's thick shaft.

Hiroki growled deep in his throat and dropped back down on to the cushions. Without anything to come between his sensitive skin and the lush velvet warmth of Nowaki's tongue, the sensation of his lover's oral attentions was not only new, it was indescribably hot.

Nowaki grabbed Hiroki's hips and slid him down so that his ass was right on the edge of the sofa. He reached down under the couch and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Now that Hiroki's mother had left, Nowaki had gone back to his usual habit of secreting vials of the stuff everywhere in the apartment. After all, he was a considerate lover and he never knew where or when he might decide to fuck Hiro-san.

Hiroki watched over his heaving belly as Nowaki flipped open the lid on the bottle and coated his fingers generously with the fluid. Then Nowaki set the lube down and took Hiroki's cock into his mouth, swirling his agile tongue just barely over its slit.

"Fuck!" gasped Hiroki as Nowaki's skilled mouth went to work, starting with his sensitive tip. Then Nowaki slid his mouth further down his lover's rigid length, at the same time, he slipped one of his long fingers into Hiroki's ass. After working this first digit in expertly. Nowaki began to slowly slide tit in and out of Hiroki's hungry orifice.

Under Nowaki's intimate attentions, Hiroki's universe collapsed: the only things that existed were finger, ass, mouth, and dick. Then Nowaki found Hiroki's prostate. He stroked this gland in small circles, keeping perfect tempo with his mouth.

Hiroki's breathing grew increasingly ragged. His hips bucked upwards as he sought relief from the mounting tension building to a fevered pitch in his groin.

Nowaki increased the speed of his motions and within moments, Hiroki's collapsed universe big-banged banged outward with the explosion of his orgasm. The power of it literally filled his vision with stars.

Nowaki stayed where he was, his throat sheathed around Hiro-san's shuddering shaft. He swallowed every salty drop of his lover's essence.

As soon as his heart stopped pounding, Hiroki reached down and pulled Nowaki up and onto him, gathering the younger man in his arms. But when he reached down to grab Nowaki's cock to begin returning the favor; he suddenly felt big hands push his seeking fingers away.

"Nu uh, Hiro-san," Nowaki pulled off his lover. His eyes had a strange glint in them.

Nowaki leaned back in and kissed Hiroki's forehead. "You have ten minutes to rest," he said this with a mischievous grin on his face. "Then it's my turn."

Nowaki then stood up and disappeared into their bedroom leaving Hiroki lying spent on their couch, still- panting and now puzzled.

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