Misaki awoke slowly the next morning, rolling over to face Usagi in the bed. His eyes were still closed, and he was completely naked, as Misaki discovered when the man suddenly grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand to his morning arousal. He grinned with his eyes still closed as Misaki wriggled frantically to try to get away. "Now, now; be a good boy and take care of this for me," he cooed.
"I-I-I have to make breakfast and then get to class!" Misaki exclaimed. Usagi let him go with a slight pout.
"All right then, but that just means it'll be all the more saved up for when you get home," he warned him. Misaki swallowed hard and shimmied out of bed, then suddenly realized that he too was naked. He pawed around in the semi dark room, feeling on the floor for his clothes. "You don't need those," Usagi yawned. "Cook me my breakfast in nothing but an apron."
Misaki blushed as he located his underwear and pulled them on. "No way. And besides, I have to get a shower..." He jerked his head to look at Usagi as the man unexpectedly rose from the bed.
"Ah, that sounds like fun. Let's get a shower."
"No! I said _I _have to get a shower. Nothing about you!"
"Too late, too late," Usagi said. "Come on, you've never used the master bath before. It'll be fun." He dragged the somewhat resistant boy into the bathroom, and turned on the shower using a digital panel. "Set exactly to the perfect temperature," Usagi explained. Misaki watched the spray come out of multiple jets in the wall, and was already looking forward to getting inside. The panel beeped, signaling that the water had reached the correct temperature, so the two entered.
"Cool," Misaki breathed, turning around and around as the water hit him from every direction.
"Mmm hmm." Usagi soaped up a washcloth and then began to wash Misaki gently.
"I can wash myself," Misaki mumbled.
Usagi's hand paused as a smile hovered on his lips. "Oh? Shall I stop?"
"...No. Y-y-you can do it if you want to." Usagi smiled with satisfaction, and continued to clean the boy.
"I think you're probably _very _dirty here," he cooed, running the soft cloth over Misaki's semi erect manhood. Misaki trembled and a little gasp escaped his lips, and Usagi smirked as he dragged the cloth across Misaki's hip and around back. "And very dirty _here _too." Misaki's mouth fell open and his eyes closed as Usagi teased him with the soapy rag.
"Usagi...san..." Usagi watched Misaki's member swell with arousal and become fully erect.
"Oh, we simply must do something about that," Usagi said, chuckling softly. He dropped the cloth and then pulled and stroked at Misaki, catching his mouth for a kiss at the same time. His tongue slipped out, sliding between Misaki's slightly parted lips and deep into his mouth. Misaki gave a little moan, his hands coming around to grip Usagi by the waist. The warm water beat down on them steadily, rushing over their skin and then rolling down to the tile floor. "Mmm...you're so adorable," Usagi whispered as he came out of the kiss and then snaked his tongue into Misaki's ear.
"Oh shit! Usagi-san!" Misaki exclaimed, and suddenly he erupted all over Usagi's hand.
Usagi licked a bit of stray essence off of his wrist. "That was fast."
"It always is in the morning," Misaki said, breathing hard.
Usagi raised an interested eyebrow. "Oh? Is it?"
Misaki blushed madly. "Well, you know...when you wake up and it's all hard...sometimes you just have to take care of it before you can start the day. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, I know..." Usagi breathed, his voice low and seductive. "Now, tell me about how you..._take care_ of it."
Misaki squirmed a little, but Usagi held him firmly. "I don't know..." he mumbled.
"Tell me. I want to hear," Usagi whispered in his ear, making the boy tremble. Misaki took a deep breath, and then began.
"W-well...I...you know...reach down into my pajamas and...you know...grab it..." Misaki's voice was almost a whisper, and Usagi strained to hear, becoming more and more aroused. "Sometimes it's already all wet at the tip, and...I rub that all around, and then stroke at it over and over again."
"Yes..." Usagi moaned. "Show me what you do. Do it to me." Misaki swallowed hard, but reached out, stroking Usagi's surging erection.
"Like this..." he whispered.
"Oh, that's wonderful..." Usagi groaned.
"Really?"
"Yes, really...keep going...tell me more..."
"Well...I do this..." he said, pulling more firmly at Usagi's length.
"Oh God..." Usagi moaned. "Oh, Misaki. Now put your mouth on me. I'm begging you." Misaki dropped to his knees, taking the tip of Usagi's throbbing member into his mouth. "Suck it hard...harder...oh fuck...oh God..." Usagi thrust his hips stiffly. "I'm going to come...oh God, Misaki..." He gave a low cry as he released into Misaki's mouth.
Misaki swallowed, then pulled his mouth off and smiled up at Usagi, obviously pleased with himself. "So adorable..." Usagi breathed, reaching down and petting the boy affectionately.
Misaki stood up and grabbed the shampoo. "Okay, that was great; but now, seriously, I need to hurry up if I'm going to get to school on time," he said, lathering up his hair frantically.
"Of course," Usagi laughed, leaning back against one of the walls and watching him hurriedly finish up his shower. They got out a couple of minutes later, and Usagi lovingly toweled off the boy, who then rushed off to his own room to get dressed. Usagi leisurely strolled into his bedroom and put on some clothing, then headed out for the kitchen, where Misaki was already scrambling eggs and toasting bread. Usagi watched him cook with adoring eyes, and then they ate their breakfast in comfortable silence.
Misaki grabbed his bag and hurried towards the door. "Gotta go," he said, slightly out of breath.
"No, I'll drive you," Usagi insisted. "Then you won't be late at all." Misaki smiled gratefully, and five minutes later they were at the entrance to the school. Usagi leaned over the space between their seats, taking Misaki's chin in his hand. "Have a good day. I love you," he said quietly, kissing him gently.
"Love you too..." Misaki mumbled, blushing. He opened the car door and hopped out. "See you later," he said cheerfully, then ran off towards the academic building. Usagi smiled warmly, and then drove back home, where he settled in front of the computer.
"Sex in the shower...morning temptations. Oh my, the boy is a fountain of inspiration," he chuckled, then began typing rapidly.
That evening, the two sat on the couch, watching some mindless television. Misaki scooted even closer to Usagi, until he was practically sitting in his lap. "Oh? That eager to snuggle with me?"
Misaki blushed. "I...I'm just cold..." he said, his youthful pride making him lie a little. Usagi just smiled and wrapped an arm around him. He wordlessly grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch with his other arm and covered them in it.
"Warmer now?"
"Y-yeah..." Misaki's body relaxed against Usagi's, and his hand wandered up to his own shoulder, layering over Usagi's hand. Usagi smiled contentedly, sighing with happiness.
The mood was broken by the sudden ringing of the phone. Misaki reluctantly stood and went to answer it. "Hello? ...Oh, hey, big bro. Oh, we're just watching TV. Huh? Yeah, I'll get him." He turned to Usagi. "It's Takahiro. He wants to talk to you."
Usagi stood, walked over and took the receiver from Misaki. "Hello, Takahiro. Ah ha ha ha. Yes." Misaki went back over to the couch, burrowing his body under the discarded blanket. He couldn't help but always feel jealous when Usagi talked to his brother on the phone and seemed so happy. After all, he had harbored an unrequited love for him for years...it was only natural to feel a little jealous and to worry that perhaps Usagi felt lingering affection for Takahiro. He glared as the phone call went on, and Usagi turned at that moment and caught sight of him. His eyebrows rose up in surprise, and Misaki looked away quickly, fumbling with the remote to hide his jealous behavior.
"Ah, I think we need to cut this short," Usagi suddenly said. "My little Misaki is getting lonely on the couch by himself." Misaki turned red and spluttered to retort something, but Usagi just smiled at him indulgently. "But that will be fine. You just call me when you know the exact date. All right then, goodbye." He hung up the phone and approached Misaki, who was still flushed. "Are you still jealous of your brother?"
"What? No! I'm not jealous! And why'd you have to say that to him about me being lonely? He's going to think I'm weird!" Misaki ranted, and Usagi just smiled, settling back down on the couch with him and pulling him close.
"Relax," he urged him. "You're the only one for me. The romantic feelings I thought I had towards your brother were just imaginary foolishness. Not the real thing. Not like this." He kissed Misaki sweetly, leaving him trembling.
"Whatever," Misaki mumbled, trying to sound aloof but failing. "So anyway, what was all that about?"
"Oh, seems that he's being transferred back to Tokyo after all."
"What? Why'd they bother to send him to Osaka in the first place?"
"The reasons seem complicated, but at any rate, he'll be coming back."
"Oh. Oh." Misaki stiffened suddenly as a thought crossed his mind. "Am I...do I have to go back and live with him again?" He sounded despondent, and Usagi clutched him tightly.
"Never," Usagi said, his voice intense. "I'm never letting you go."
"Oh, okay," Misaki said, once again failing to sound aloof. He laid his head on Usagi's chest. "Then what...?"
"He wants to come stay with us for a little while in a couple weeks so that they can do apartment shopping. I told him it was fine."
"Mmm." Misaki fell silent for a moment. "Where will they sleep at?"
"Oh, I told him they could have your bed because you never sleep in it anyway."
"What!?" Misaki screeched. "Why'd you tell him that? He's going to think the worst!"
"Let him," Usagi said breezily. "He already knows we're sleeping together, silly." He ruffled Misaki's hair affectionately. "Quit worrying about stupid things." Misaki pouted for a moment, but then smiled and relaxed. "Move into my room," Usagi suggested.
"Eh? But like you said, I'm already sleeping there. What do you mean?"
"Move all your things into my closet. That way, you won't always have to go back to your room to change."
"Are you sure?" Misaki asked. "I don't want to get in your way..."
Usagi kissed him tenderly. "I want you to be in my way...all the time." Misaki murmured happily, and agreed.
The two weeks passed quickly, and before they knew it, they were picking up Takahiro and his wife, Manami, from the train station. They all went back to the apartment, where Takahiro put their small suitcase on Misaki's old bed. "Sorry to put you out of your room," Manami said, smiling at Misaki.
"I-It's fine," Misaki stuttered, wondering if she really didn't know the truth about the situation or was just trying to be polite.
"Yes, it's fine," Usagi echoed, draping a long arm around Misaki's shoulders. "He can sleep in the bed with me," he purred. Misaki turned red up to the roots of his hair and made an aggravated face.
"Oh, my, how nice of you," Manami commented.
"And you can hang your things up in there," Usagi suggested, gesturing to the empty closet. "I've already gotten Misaki out of the closet." He grinned.
"Out of the closet...you..." Misaki muttered to himself. He felt ready to shout and rant, but was interrupted by the sudden chiming of the doorbell. He ran to get it, and was faced with two deliverymen hauling a large, flat paper wrapped package.
"We've got a delivery for a Usami Akihiko," one of them said, and Usagi stepped to the door.
"Ah, yes, bring it in," Usagi said to the deliverymen. "I want it mounted right there, above the mantle."
Misaki's jaw dropped. Even though the item was wrapped in brown paper, he had an irking feeling he knew exactly what it was. He stomped over to Usagi and tugged on his sleeve. "Is that...what I think it is?" he hissed.
Usagi smiled lazily. "And what would that be?"
"Argh! You know what I'm talking about, you stupid rabbit! That picture of me with the teddy bears..." he said, dropping his voice while glancing sidelong at their guests.
"Oh, no, it's not that," Usagi assured him.
Misaki breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh. Well, good." He turned his attention to the kitchen, where he and Manami began cooking dinner, but then screeched out when he looked up again and saw the picture unveiled.
It was of himself, sleeping in Usagi's bed, the sheets rumpled and tangled around his body. Nothing was showing, but it was rather clear that he was naked in the picture, for the sheets dipped over his hip, showing that it was bare. A small smile played upon his sleeping lips, and his hair was tousled and damp looking from the exertion of lovemaking. "I call it, 'After the Loving,' Usagi said proudly.
Takahiro looked up at the picture. "Oh my," was all he could utter.
"Big bro! Don't look at that!" Misaki cried out. "Usagi...I am going to KILL you this time!" He seethed, gripping his spatula.
"Why?" Usagi shrugged, lighting a cigarette. "Looks pretty damn good to me."
Takahiro stepped closer. "I think there's a smudge on the photo," he said.
"Where?"
"Right there." He pointed to a whitish spot on the black sheets near Misaki's body.
Usagi chuckled, letting a stream of smoke out of his nose. "Oh, that. That's just - " He stopped short as a flying spatula hit him in the back of the head.
"Don't say it!" Misaki screeched.
"Don't say what?" Takahiro asked innocently, ever the airhead. "Ah, is it mayonnaise? You always did like to eat in bed."
Usagi rubbed the back of his head. "Yes, he loves to eat in bed. Especially wieners."
"That's it! I'm really going to murder you this time!" Misaki howled, flying over the couch and pummeling Usagi's back with his fists. Usagi grunted and turned around with an amused look on his face, then effortlessly picked up the boy and hefted him over his shoulder, carting him off to the bedroom kicking and screaming. "Put me down, you stupid jerk!" Misaki shouted.
"Ohhh...you know it just turns me on when you get sassy with me," Usagi chuckled, then the two of them disappeared into the bedroom. The slam of the door and the clicking of a lock came soon after, followed by the faint sounds of bed springs creaking and Misaki crying out.
Manami and Takahiro looked at each other. "Oh dear...they're fighting. Do you think I should do something?" Takahiro asked nervously.
Manami stirred the pot of curry calmly. "I think they'll be just fine, honey. Just let them be."
Misaki could be heard shouting out Usagi's name, and Takahiro wrung his hands. "Oh, but...he's calling out for help."
"He's not calling out for help," Manami said, taking a small taste from the spoon.
"Then why is he screaming?" Takahiro looked utterly perplexed.
Manami let out a little sigh. She loved her husband dearly, but he was so impossibly naive. She knew she had to spell it out for him. "Honey, I do believe they're having sex in there."
Takahiro's face turned red. "H-h-having sex? But they're both guys!"
Manami rolled her eyes. "Yes, but...didn't you say that Usagi-san told you they were sleeping together? I wondered at the time why you were so casual about it."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with just _sleeping," Takahiro insisted. Manami stared at him for a full minute, with only the sound of the kitchen clock ticking and Misaki's muffled cries of pleasure as a backdrop. "Sleeping _together_!" Takahiro exclaimed, finally getting it. "Oh my. Oh dear." He paced for a minute, and then strode over to Usagi's bedroom, knocking on the door urgently.
"Just leave it!" Manami said, but it was too late. The sounds inside had stopped entirely, save for some rustling and muttering.
"Usagi? We need to talk," Takahiro said through the door.
"Can it wait?" Usagi's voice could be heard.
"No, we need to talk now." A few seconds passed, and then the door swung open, revealing a shirtless Usagi, who wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Misaki was cowering under the covers inside the dark room. Takahiro crossed his arms and tried to put on his best serious expression. "Now, Usagi...I seem to have misunderstood some things up until now," he said. He cleared his throat. "I was not aware that you were...having...sex...with my little brother." He struggled to get the words out.
"Is there a problem?" Usagi asked.
"Well, I mean...don't you think you should have his guardian's permission?"
"Not really, but...uh...can I have your permission?" Usagi asked, smiling indulgently.
Takahiro was caught off guard for a second. "Well, uh, I...uh...well, I don't see why not. As long as...Misaki-chan, are you...um...okay with having..._sex_...with Usagi-san?"
There was a long pause. "Yeah," finally was the muffled response from under the covers.
"Great!" Takahiro said, smiling cheerfully. He stuck out a hand for Usagi to shake.
"Yeah...uh...let's not shake on it right now," Usagi mumbled. "Hand's kind of sticky at the moment. Well, ah, if you don't mind...please excuse us..." he said, and shut the door once more. The sound of bedsprings groaning and squeaking started up again, and Takahiro returned to the kitchen, smiling at his wife.
"Well, that turned out great!" he said, and she just stifled a laugh. "Though I am surprised. Never would have thought Usagi was gay. Hmm. Wonders never cease."
Minami shook her head. "Oh, I knew he was. The minute we met, the way he was clinging to you. I was almost relieved when your little brother moved in with him and I heard they were sleeping together...then I knew he wasn't gunning for you."
"Gunning for me? Oh, ha ha, like that would ever happen. He never even did the first thing to make me think that."
Minami sighed and stirred the pot again. _What a naive boy..._