"Breakfast is ready!" Misaki called in the general direction of Usagi-san's room, but he shook his head as he realized how futile that action was. Usagi was sure to be sleeping hard, as he had stayed up practically all night trying to finish his novel by the deadline.
He was surprised to see his landlord stumble out of the room. He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, and he was greatly in need of a shave. His eyes were bleary and bloodshot, yet there was no denying how attractive the man was. Misaki cleared his throat and turned away. Not those thoughts again. He had already resolved that he would not be in a relationship with this man, yet his mind continually drifted to how good it felt when he touched him, however inappropriately.
Misaki added some eggs to the already brimming plate, and then set it down in front of a glassy eyed Usagi. "Take that cigarette out of your mouth," he admonished him. "You can't eat with that in there."
"Shut up, kid," Usagi grunted. Nevertheless, he removed the stick from his mouth and set it aside, then went to work on his breakfast. "You're not a half bad cook, you know that?" he mumbled, his mouth full.
Misaki sniffed. "I do know that, thank you very much. Lots of people would be thrilled to have me cooking meals for them."
Usagi gave him a grin. "Who says I'm not thrilled?"
Misaki rolled his eyes. "You don't look very thrilled."
"Oh? Then what do I look like?"
"...the walking dead."
"Ha, very funny." Usagi took a long drink of juice and then set his glass down. He put the discarded smoke back into his mouth and swiftly lit it.
"Ugh, don't smoke right at the table!" Misaki whined.
"My apartment," Usagi reminded him. He blew a triumphant stream of smoke right at Misaki.
"I know," Misaki mumbled, waving the smoke out of his face. "Ugh, you treat me like shit," he muttered.
"Oh? How do you want me to treat you?"
Misaki shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "...I don't know..."
Usagi gave an evil grin. "Like a princess?"
Misaki slammed down his glass. "Hell no!"
Usagi just smiled wider. "Uh oh, you've spilt juice on yourself," he said, clucking his tongue.
"Just great..." Misaki groaned, looking down at the orange stain slowly seeping wider across his white pullover. "I'll have to change." He jumped to his feet, and frowned when Usagi stubbed out his cigarette and stood up as well.
"Let me help you," he said, in a low, intent voice.
"Help me what? Change my clothes? I'm not three years old, you know."
"Oh, I know. You're eighteen. A very healthy, virile age." Usagi's eyes glimmered, and he advanced upon Misaki.
Misaki jumped back, evading his grasp. "Oh, no you don't! You're not going to molest me this morning!" Usagi just smiled more, continuing to stalk Misaki around the room. "Cut it out! You pervert! You freak! Don't touch me!"
Much to his surprise, Usagi stopped advancing on him. His shoulders slumped, and he sighed. "Fine. I'll stop. You're right, I'm a freak." He turned around and walked towards his bedroom.
Misaki just gaped for a moment, but then shouted out. "Oh, what? Did I hurt your feelings?"
Usagi grunted. "No. I'm just tired." He shut the door and locked it behind him, leaving Misaki feeling very puzzled. He wasn't sure exactly what the emotions swirling up inside him right then were; but he seemed to sense mostly - disappointment?
"Ha! Disappointed?" he muttered to himself. "Why would I be disappointed that I foiled his attempts at feeling me up?"
Because you wanted him to feel you up, his mind said.
"No! I don't want that!" he yelled angrily. He blushed as he realized he was talking to himself, and hurried to clean up the breakfast plates. He hurried off for school, where he noticed halfway through class that he was still wearing the orange juice stained sweater. "Argh...I'm a moron..." he mumbled.
After school, he returned home, to find a quiet and thoughtful Usagi reading in the living room. Usagi looked up at him, smiling slightly, and Misaki tensed up in reflex, thinking the pursuit had begun again. He couldn't help but scowl at him, and his heart sank a little when Usagi-san flinched, looked hurt, and turned his attention back down to his book.
Misaki felt a little guilty and tried to smooth things over. "What do you want for dinner?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light.
"Doesn't matter," Usagi grunted, not looking up.
"Are you sure? I'll make whatever you want. We could have - "
Usagi cut him off. "Doesn't matter," he grunted again, with just a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Oh," Misaki said, feeling deflated. He went into the kitchen and selected some ingredients, preparing them half heartedly. It felt really...wrong to have Usagi in the same room without having his attention focused on him. He was used to Usagi either being out of his presence - holed up writing or sleeping; or when he was actually one of the living, engaging him in double entendres, making him blush, and attempting to molest him. But this felt so weird, for Usagi to be right there, yet have no interest whatsoever in him.
The cold treatment continued through the night and into the next morning, when Usagi wouldn't even come out of his room for breakfast. Misaki left the plate on the table sadly, and set out for school. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him, but it felt a little hard to breathe for some reason.
That evening, he decided to try to mend fences a little. Usagi was once again sitting on the couch, reading a book. Misaki also had some reading he needed to do, for school, so he got out the book and sat down on the couch with Usagi. He felt the man turn his head slightly to look as the couch dipped with his added weight, but he remained silent. Misaki just sat for a while, trying to focus on the words on the page, but failing as all he could think of was Usagi.
So he scooted just a little closer. Usagi still said nothing. He scooted yet closer, until their thighs were touching. He heard the sharp inhalation of breath that move earned from Usagi, and he waited for a further reaction.
He couldn't have been more surprised as Usagi jumped up, stalked around the coffee table, and left the room entirely. He once again shut himself up in his bedroom. Misaki just stared at the wall for the longest time, totally puzzled as to this strange new behavior. Had he really hurt his feelings that badly?
He resolved to try and fix the problem, so he went to Usagi's bedroom door and rapped on it lightly. There was no response, so he tentatively turned the knob. It was locked, and would not turn. Out of frustration, Misaki rattled it slightly. "Come on, Usagi-san," he whined. "Just let me in."
"Why?" came the muffled response.
"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," Misaki said quietly. There was silence for a full minute, then the door swung inwards suddenly.
Usagi stood there, a rueful look on his face. "No, you're right. I have to stop forcing myself on you; it's just not right. I've finally got the message that you don't want me. It's just a little hard to accept, that's all." He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "I'll change; you'll see. You won't have to be on guard near me anymore."
"Oh," Misaki said weakly. He suddenly felt a little nauseated. For some reason, the idea of Usagi no longer pursuing him was rather unpleasant. "Well..." he began, but he forcefully stopped himself. He would not be the one to make this continue. For one thing, his pride would not allow it. And for the other, he wasn't gay. If he just kept telling himself that enough, maybe his brain would finally believe it.
Days went by, with the two acting strangely stiff and distant around one another in an attempt to smother their unwanted desires. Misaki felt miserable, and the thought nagging him at the back of his mind was that he was miserable because he missed Usagi-san's attention. He also didn't like the fact that Usagi was able to restrain himself - Misaki's youthful arrogance made him believe he should be irresistible. He didn't want to admit to the man that he wanted to be touched, yet he wanted things to go back like they were. So, he launched into a plan...
First, it started with his hair. He knew that Usagi-san liked when his hair was styled a certain way - almost like bedhead, but just a little more controlled. So he began wearing it that way, hoping that Usagi would notice and comment on it.
Next, Misaki tried wearing his clothes a little differently. All the boys on the covers of Usagi's books usually wore thin, tight tees or button up shirts that weren't fully buttoned up. Misaki decided to go with the slightly open buttoned up shirt. He swore he got an eyebrow raise from Usagi when he leaned over him to give him his dinner plate that night, and it cheered him to no end. Encouraged, he stared at Usagi as they ate, waiting for more reaction.
But there was none. Usagi finished up his meal quickly and returned to his office, holing himself up again to write. Misaki cleaned up the dishes, full of irritation and impatience. When was he going to be able to crack the man? Was he ever going to be able to get things back like they used to be?
Misaki flopped down onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. What could he try next? He rolled onto his stomach, pressing his nose into the arm of the couch. Ahhh...it smelled like Usagi-san...like cigarettes and cologne. He just breathed it in for a minute, then as his eyes fluttered open, he noticed the shelf of Usagi-san's novels. He had an epiphany, and decided to read some of them to get ideas about what turned Usagi on. "Not that I want to turn him on," he said to himself as he approached the small bookshelf.
"O-okay," he whispered to himself, pulling out one at random. "Behind the Silk Curtain, huh? Well, I guess it's as good as any of them." He blushed at the scene on the cover, a handsome man nipping at the neck of an elegant looking younger man, whose face was a mask of rapture. He could feel himself getting aroused, but he cleared his throat and hurried back to his room with the book. It was the tale of a young tailor and his rich customer, who seduces him. Misaki's cheeks burned as he reached the juicy part of the story.
"This fabric...it feels good against the skin," Makoto whispered, offering up the delicate silk.
"I'm sure it does..." Jin murmured. He took the swatch and then grazed it across Makoto's cheek, making him tremble uncontrollably.
"Oh, Jin-sama...we mustn't..."
"But we must...I'll go mad if I can't have you," he growled, and then took the lithe young man in his arms. His lips were suddenly everywhere - on his eyelids, cheeks, forehead, neck, shoulders. Makoto moaned with pleasure, arching his back and grasping desperately at Jin as his ecstasy threatened to overwhelm him.
Misaki's eyes sped across the page, taking in the erotic details hungrily. He was lying on his stomach, and he could feel himself getting hard in reaction. His manhood swelled with arousal, and he rubbed his hips into the bed as he read, gasping a little at how surprisingly wonderful it felt. He didn't think he had ever been quite as turned on - after all, it had been some time since he experienced release, for Usagi was no longer doing that to him. He had been too distracted to take care of matters himself, and it resulted in this...him being so aroused he thought he was going to explode.
He rose up on his knees, abandoning the book as he reached into the bedside table to get some lube, then his hands clawed desperately at his belt. His pants were soon shoved down on his thighs, and slicked himself down and fell forward, holding himself up with one arm as he stroked himself frantically. "Mmm...mmm..." he moaned. He shut his eyes tightly, and found himself imagining Usagi-san behind him, being the one stroking him. He halfheartedly tried to push the image out of his mind, but he quickly found that the experience was much more erotic with this additional element.
Misaki imagined Usagi doing like he always did - teasing him with his long fingers...pulling him perfectly...his hot breath tickling his ear...the pressure of his body behind him. Before he even knew what was happening, he was at the peak. "Oh, oh, Usagi-san!" he cried out, unable to stop himself as he exploded with ecstasy. His release pulsed out over his fingers, dripping down slowly onto the bed.
He trembled as he recovered, awash in pleasurable feelings. His body was too limp with afterglow to react as he suddenly heard Usagi's footsteps outside, and his door flew open. "Misaki! Are you al-" Usagi's voice cut off with a sharp gasp as he took in the scene on the bed before him - Misaki on his hands and knees, exposed; the small puddle of semen below him, and one of his boys' love novels lying on the pillow, along with a bottle of lube.
Misaki hurriedly sat up, pulling up his pants. His face became completely red as he flailed for tissues to clean up his mess, shoving the book and bottle under his pillow while he was at it. He stuttered excuses in vain, for Usagi had already figured out what was going on. A slow smile spread across the older man's face, as he folded his arms. "I can't believe it..." he said smugly.
"There's nothing to believe!" Misaki protested. "It's not what it looks like at all!"
"Oh, but I think it is exactly what it looks like...don't forget, I heard you crying my name..." Usagi murmured, as Misaki's ears reddened and he clenched his hands in his lap. "You want me too, don't you?"
Misaki balked. "Oh, you wish! I just...I was just..." Misaki was at a loss for an explanation for what had just happened. Usagi smiled again, walking over to the bed and leaning over it. He caught Misaki's lips in a kiss, which the boy resisted for a split second, then melted into with a relieved sigh.
"That's right...don't fight it..." Usagi whispered, then slipped his tongue into the boy's mouth. Misaki moaned into the kiss, clutching at Usagi's shirt front and kneading it with his hands. The older man pushed him back on the bed, then centered himself over him, grinding his hips down into the boy. He was achingly hard, infinitely pleased that he had finally gotten the boy to succumb to his affections.
His lips broke away from Misaki's mouth to nibble at his ear. "You want me, don't you?" he hissed there, and then traced his tongue around the curve of the boy's ear as Misaki moaned uncontrollably in response. "Say it. Say you want me."
"I...I want you, Usagi-san," Misaki whispered, blushing. He shut his eyes tightly and cried out with pleasure as Usagi sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. "Oh God, please!" he cried, not really knowing what he was pleading for.
But Usagi knew, and he unfastened his pants dexterously as he continued to kiss at the boy. His hands then worked on removing Misaki's clothing, getting the trembling boy naked in no time at all. Misaki panted and looked up at him with half lidded eyes as Usagi stroked his own erection for a moment. "Oh, my...Misaki...how I've waited for this," he murmured, then snaked his hand behind the boy's head to retrieve the bottle from under the pillow. He drizzled some on his hand, stroked at himself with it, then moved his slippery fingers between Misaki's legs.
"Oh...Usagi-san!" Misaki cried out as one wet digit trailed lazily around his entrance. Usagi smiled and pushed the finger inside, earning a shudder and a moan from the boy.
"Oh, Misaki," Usagi whispered, leaning down to kiss him. "You're so tight."
"Mmm," Misaki mumbled into the kiss, then uttered a higher pitched cry as Usagi worked a second finger inside.
"I have to have you..." Usagi groaned, pumping his fingers and stretching him out. "Oh, Misaki, I can't wait any longer," he whispered, then removed his fingers and positioned himself between the boy's thighs. He pushed Misaki's knees towards his chest, and then the tip of his hardness rubbed insistently at Misaki's entrance. "Just relax," he coaxed his young lover, then slowly began to penetrate him.
"Ah!" Misaki cried. It felt strange, but incredibly pleasant at the same time. He felt himself getting hard once again, the more that Usagi-san pressed inside of him. Usagi did not fail to notice the boy's reawakened member, and he took it in hand, stroking at it as he continued to push into the boy. Once he was buried to the hilt, he pulsed there for a few moments before beginning to thrust.
Misaki moaned desperately, wrapping his slim thighs around Usagi's back. It was too wonderful; too perfect...all the repressed passion and unsaid things of the past few months were spilling out and overflowing as the two made love. They writhed together, the sensations between them almost electrified with energy.
Misaki's body stiffened as he felt himself nearing another climax. "Usagi-san...I'm...going to..."
"Oh yes," Usagi groaned in rapture. "Yes, don't hold back," he encouraged him.
"Oh! Oh! Ahhh!" Misaki cried, getting louder with each syllable. He arched his back and threw his head back as he came into Usagi's hand. His body pulsated and clamped down on Usagi, who gave a low cry as his little lover's pleasure pulled a powerful orgasm out of his body.
Afterwards, they lay in the sweat dampened sheets, holding each other. Misaki buried his face in Usagi's chest, too embarrassed to look up at him. Usagi just chuckled and stroked the boy's hair. One step at a time...