Chapter 12: Jealous eve (p2)
"Ichinose…", Masato let out a surprised mutter seconds after the door slammed shut.
"That asshole.", leaving his contorted position, Syo fetched the fallen fedora laying on the mat.
"I don't get it.", a confused red-headed boy crossed his legs, his heart clenching in soft pain.
"Otoya-kun, seems Tokiya-chan needs you."
"But he said he didn't-", his lips shut when a friendly arm reached his shoulders, "Ikki, sometimes when people say they don't want something, they mean the opposite", Ren said, looking into bewildered eyes. "Huh?"
"He's sayin' that Tokiya wants you to go after him. You gotta read his actions together with his words."
"Syo-chan's right.", Natsuki beamed maturely. Syo glanced at him and smiled as well, sometimes even that airhead was sensible.
"Hey, what 'bout you give him what ya told me earlier? He'd like it."
"What?", an inquisitive face showed on the emerald-eyed teen.
"I'll tell you later.", the smallest boy nudged his hat, smiling widely, "Whataya think, Otoya?"
"Yeah, I will.", bronzed hands fetched a small gift, enfolded in gold and silver, "Thanks guys." Otoya shot through the door, racing past several corridors and asking the few people he found if they had seen a certain blue haired boy passing by.
Tokiya looked up, snowflakes occasionally reached his skin, causing him chills. From there he was able to see the whole school was capped by white, the roofs, gardens... undoubtedly his favourite lake would be completely frozen too. Iced as his mind, remembering the red-head and Syo together, having too much fun. Their exultant faces, their wide grins, their laughter.
Like two pieces from a puzzle.
Probably that whole thing had been a mistake from the very beginning. If he hadn't fallen head over heels for that precious sunflower, the guitarist would be probably happier by now, with the blond by his side.
He, he'd just continue being cold and aloof to everyone, just like before Otoya hopped in his life. Yet, he knew he'd never be happy that way, pushing others apart from him, as far as possible. He was aware he'd be lonely without that cheerful airhead.
"…Seems like it stopped snowing."
Tokiya almost jumped, looking to his side. His eyes ran into his Little Ruby's face, staring at him cautiously but wearing a charming smile.
"Yes.", Tokiya nodded, innerly surprised with his own actions. He was so stressed he didn't even notice his walking took him to the roof, to the freezing cold.
"What was that in the room?"
"Nothing.", sapphire eyes averted Otoya's inquiring gaze.
"That didn't sound like 'nothing' to me, Tokiya.", the red-head's figure begun trembling due to the overly cold night, "yanno we can talk 'bout anything, right?"
The taller boy chuckled, mumbling to himself, "You're even sweeter than me."
Titling his head in a silly way, Otoya questioned, "Huh?"
His nose courageously inhaled, his mind preparing itself to open, "I felt…jealous.", an unnoticed tint spread on the usually bleach cheeks, "Of you and Syo."
"But that doesn't make any sense, why would you…?"
"You two fit too well, that's why."
"Fit?", Otoya frowned, joining the pieces on his troubled mind, "As in a couple?"
A hand sustained on the air, landing quietly on a mass or red hair. "Yes. You and me, we don't have anything that bonds us. We enjoy different things, have different tastes, go to different places, have opposite personalities...-"
"What' cha talkin' about! We might be different, yeah but still. There are situations that bring us together, music is one of them. And I could also be jealous of you and Masa, you two get along pretty well, but I don't 'cause ya never gave me a motive. I trust you."
Otoya's hand pulled the other's chin, forcing him to stare at his face. "It's being different that spice things up!", he laughed. "Now seriously, it's not about being different or just like each other, that doesn't matter one bit. It's all about if you like the person or not, the rest doesn't matter."
"You are too idealistic."
"No, I'm bein' realistic. There's not a recipe for these kinds of stuff, not even books about love answer to everything related to it. Simply because that's not linear and not every couple is equal, so the same tips won't work on all cases. Don't be so insecure, you know I love you, no one else. I never gave ya reasons to be suspicious."
"I... know but I just couldn't help it when I saw you two together like that. …I'm sorry.", his eyes dropped but soon a cold hand touched his cheek. Tokiya lifted his face again, seeking comfort in those familiar arms. Two calloused hands enclosed the other's waist, clasping a dark coat.
"Seems like ya can't live without my hugs,", Otoya jokingly whispered, "I'm spoilin' ya wayyy too much!", obtaining a harmless jab on his head, "Haha! That proves I'm right." Tokiya grunted. Increasing the distance between the two. Rapidly noticing the red-head was shivering, he took his coat off, encompassing Otoya's back in a brief instant.
The shorter boy sniffled. "Thanks. Let's go?", his hand pulled the other's, taking him inside, wanting to find a secretive site where they couldn't be seen.
A dark corner, absolutely perfect.
Leaning his back against the cream wall, Otoya hauled his lover towards him. "That wasn't fair, yanno? I wanna be spoiled too!"
"Then it will be as you wish, Little Ruby."
Shoving the small amount of snow that still was on the guitarist's head, Tokiya brushed his lips against a cold cheek, filling the other with a warm sensation. Otoya let himself be, standing quietly, eyes closed, as his lover spoiled him rotten with endearing kisses here and there. Sighing contently as his second-half left his lips, pulling them ever so slightly, he believed he was floating. Sky, space, anywhere, he didn't care. His knees trembled, weak, and so he fell on them, his boyfriend held him as he did, sliding down as well. And there they were, sitting on their knees, doting and fondling like two fools.
Drawing his earlobe down mildly, he outlined a contour of smooches along his jaw until he came in contact with the corner of the red-head's mouth. Cave which captured one of Tokiya's lips, sucking leisurely only to shift to the upper lip seconds later.
That felt good.
They might have kissed countless times before, however, doing it still felt like the first times their lips mingled.
Amazing, wasn't it?
Opening their eyes, Tokiya reached his lover's hand, kissing it.
"Wait!", Otoya pleaded when the other stood up, "I wanna give you somethin…" His eyes drifted down as his feet too contacted the floor.
"Y-yeah, I…", his cheeks blushed deeply, his red eyes intertwining with a pair of questioning sapphires, "I wasn't sure whether to give this to ya or not. I dunno if this is even your kind of thing!", his gestures became frantic. Tokiya stared at him, apparently calm but overflowing with curiosity. His words… just what was Otoya planning this time?
That was when his hands showed him a small box. "P-please, open it now.", the guitarist asked. Tokiya pulled delicately a golden ribbon, unveiling a blue velvety box. He opened his mouth to speak, in vain. Calloused fingers touched the item on the former idol's hands, too nervous to let him open it by himself.
Tokiya wanted to say something, he really did but his mouth appeared to be sewed, not giving him enough space to speak. His heart tightened, learning the beauty exposed in front of him.
Two silvery rings displayed a music notation printed around them while a treble clef called for attention, holding a small ruby and an amethyst close.
He picked one of them, holding Tokiya's right hand, slipping it around his ring finger. "This promise ring 's…-I wanted to convey ya how I feel b-but nothing seemed enough. I know, it's kinda old-fashioned."
"This doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want! I didn't buy it intending to propose but someday, who knows? But it's okay if ya never wanna marry, I don't even know if we'll ever get that far. I mean, I liketogowiththeflowbut-"
"Shut up.", Tokiya suddenly held his lover, devouring his lips with teeming passion, "Mmmm!", the poor boy shot his surprise into the former idol's mouth.
"Tokiya-chan! You're back!", Natsuki jumped from his seat to the bluenet who stepped aside, not avoiding the blond's fall.
"Have ya finished what you started?", the flirty blond asked, wearing his signature smirk, his words not carrying a tint of innocence. Otoya, unaware, blinked.
A blue eyebrow raised at that comment, "Care to explain how you concluded that, Ren?"
"Ya two took so long…my mind wandered."
"Jinguji.", "Ren.", both bluenets threatened.
"A little curiosity doesn't kill…"
"It killed the cat.", cutting sharp like a knife, Masato's words fuelled the saxophonist's teasing vein, in brief seconds they were arguing.
Three girls walked in the room, chitchatting, the cake finally was ready and looking appetizing to the eyes. "Guyyyys!", Ayame warbled, jerking a hand on the air, "We finished! Wanna take a look? ...Guys?", she uttered, dumbfounded. Good grief, those two would argue even on Christmas Eve?! "Masa, Ren. Stop fighting already! Don't 'cha have somethin' better to do?", the brunette scolded.
"Humpf!", they turned their noses away from each other, choosing to behave childishly.
"You should be friends, not rivals.", the salmon haired girl advised.
Tomochika carefully placed the cake on an improvised table as Ayame added, "This is a Scottish Christmas cake!" All the guys formed a semi-circle, anxious to see how it looked like. Even Kupurru couldn't help but to jump to Haruka's hands and peek, wiggling his ears.
"Never saw this one before, what's it called?"
"It's a Dundee Cake, Oto-kun. It's said that it was baked 'cause Mary Queen of Scots didn`t like cherries, so the confectioner used almonds instead. It's a fruit cake so Tokiya-san doesn't have to worry too much about calories!"
"Mary Queen of Scots?", Syo inclined his head.
"A Scottish queen from the sixteen century.", she explained.
"Sooo… who wants to start!", a magenta haired girl smiled widely, holding a knife as the other two fetched plates. "Aaa… Natsuki? What 'cha doin' there?" she asked the boy who repeatedly balanced back and fro in a corner, grabbing his legs sorely.
"I wanted to help ya bakin' the cake!", the afflicted blond cried, "Nobody told me you were baking one."
"It's a secret recipe, Nat-chan.", Ayame met the whiny boy, patting his head, "I didn`t ask anyone else to help me 'cause we wanted to make a surprise to all of ya, ya've been workin' so hard lately… Don't be sad, Christmas Eve is to be celebrated with joy, not with that look. So, drop that face 'n cheer up!"
"Ayame-chan…", two emerald eyes turned to the petite.
"You`re gonna be the first to taste it, wanna give it a try?"
"Aw, come here!" his assassin arms tried squeezing her but weren't as fast as Masato's reflexes.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Natsuki?! Don`t squeeze people like that!" his boyfriend protested, lifting his fist to swear at the boy.
"Look at that." Otoya whispered to Tokiya, smiling.
Masato released one of his hands from the girl's shoulder, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks.", the girl rubbed her head and sent a toothy grin to the bluenet.
"I'm glad. May I be the second to savour your cake?"
"Of course you may!", her embarrassment stuck a preposterously huge piece of cake into his mouth, almost piercing the unlucky boy's throat on the way. Opening his eyes widely, he coughed desperately, clenching to his life as hard as he could.
"S-sorry, Masa! I didn't mean to make ya choke.", she tried helping, patting the boy's back but her uncontrolled hand punched it instead, turning his face purple.
"I guess it's enough, Ayame-chan.", Ren held her before she could assassin his roommate. Meanwhile, Natsuki calmed the couching boy down. As for Kupurru, who had remained relatively unnoticed until then, he begun emitting sounds akin to laughter.
"Sorry, Masa…I'm so sorry. I really gotta find a way of getting rid of this habit.", her foot brushed the floor beneath it, ashamed of the cruel act.
The pianist took a deep breath, reassuring the brunette. "I am fine but please, get a hold of yourself next time…"
"Sorry.", the violinist pouted.
As soon as begun chatting normally, Natsuki and Ren left, returning to the other's side.
"Cute couple, aren't they?", the guitarist pecked his lover's cheek.
"Ayame-chan 's always smilin', especially when Masa 's around.", his lips curled tenderly as both watched them.
"Hope she is lucky, after all of what she has done for us."
"Yeah, she and Nanami helped me a lot when I discovered you were Hayato."
"If it wasn´t for them, maybe we wouldn`t be together right here, right now."
With all those happenings, the teens completely forgot about dinner, later brought by Ren's staff. Even Kupurru had his share, purring incessantly as he dug in his flavorous meal.
Time ran and when they noticed, it was time for opening their presents. Enthusiasm was evident in several faces while others showed calmness. The enlightened tree's balls reflected their various expressions as each gift was received and unveiled.
That remained a relatively normal Eve until a book fell on Masato's hands, dividing the bunch. Some laughed, others boiled angrily and the left blinked in bewilderment.
"Jinguji!", furious teeth gnashed, "what in the world is this?"
"A Kama sutra book."
"If you knew, why did you ask?"
"Why did you offer me this thing?!"
"'Cause you`re too traditional. I guessed you`re like that even in bedso I tried to help ya innovate your sex life."
That comment took the stoic boy's patience to several negative degrees. How could that damned Don Juan even…! "Who said I needed to innovate?",
"Easy guys. Ren is only kidding." Haruka jerked her hands, trying to hush them.
"Masa, c'mon!", by her roommate's side, the brown eyed girl contained her laughter from the odd situation, the pianist only growled.
"This is for ya.", Ren laid hold of two packages, delivering them to a certain bluenet and red-head. The latter covered his face in embarrassment as his lover's shades transformed, a well traced vein popped on his forehead.
"R-ren… what a-ar-are those f-for?"
"Ren.", Tokiya growled loudly, gripping a pair of furry red handcuffs.
"I'm flattered ya liked it, Ichii. Keep it, will ya? Ikki, open yours!", a flirtatious eye winked at the younger male.
His face reddened even more as a frantic ass-shaped vibrating toy flew away from his clumsy hands, reaching the circle's middle, twisting insanely.
"Meet Ikki's brand new penis vibrator."
"Why did ya open it?!", Syo stood up, trying to catch the item however his awkwardness hindered him. It rolled, stopping under little Kupurru who did seem to enjoy it, brushing himself against the object, half-lidding his eyes and mewling oddly.
"I-It just… I ripped it off too harshly, I didn't mean to open the plastic and even less turning it on, okay?!"
Seeing how uneasy all, especially Otoya, felt, Tokiya stood up and grabbed the trembling toy, turning it off. Giving it an unnoticed peek, he noted its length and the small ass cheeks' softness. His thoughts triggered a rush of blood to his face, that wasn't the time to think of the ways he and Otoya would make use of that toy but to bring reason back to Ren.
"Ren…how far do you intend to go exactly?", he turned to the male who shrugged, "This is indecent, didn't you care about the girls?" his index showed three females displaying a reddened face.
"I guess I forgot about that.", he admitted, "I'm sorry ladies, I shouldn't have troubled you. I'll repay you as soon as I can."
"Ren, just…don't do that again.", Tomochika, less embarrassed than the other girls, warned.
The bizarre atmosphere broke when Haruka decided giving her gifts to her friends, followed by Tomochika and Ayame. The tree was left with two gifts when the brunette reached a package, handing it to Masato.
"A CD?", the bluenet inquired, turning the cover to read the track list. Blushing slightly she explained, "It`s a compilation I made for you, all of 'em are violin and piano duets except the last. That one was played by me. It's Ave Maria, since you liked it so much, I decided to record it."
Both knew well what that song meant. That was the song Ayame was playing on the roof, several months ago. A fright followed by a nervous laugh echoed in her mind as she recalled that well-kept memory.
"Masato-san. I didn`t expect to see you here. Do you need something?", she asked, still recovering from the scare the other caused. Masato shifted closer and apologised, confessing, "Ave Maria. I love the song."
"Thank you. I learnt it a long time ago, when I was a child."
His purple eyes somewhat softened, looking to a group of clouds, "Me too, I played it on the grand-piano in my house."
The same day they had taken a step closer to become friends.
"Thank you…", he beamed lightly, " I`ll hear it pleasantly."
"There are only two more left. Whose are these?", the spectacled teen asked while pointing at them.
"That one 's for Tokiya.", Otoya informed, asking the blond to pass it to him, "Merry Christmas."
From its shape, it didn't take him long to guess what it was, "A book?" His sapphires widened when he read the title, "I really wanted this one. Thank you."
"It's from your favourite author, isn't it?"
"How did you know?", a blue eyebrow arched.
"I peeked your bookshelves.", Otoya winked.
"Shinomiya-san, could you give me that one?"
"Sure, Tokiya-chan, here ya go.", his hands delivered him a big rectangular box.
"This one is for you."
"So big! What is it?", the red-head glanced at his second-half who nudged him to open it. His mouth fell open as he learned what was inside. "Wow... a turntable…!"
"Whoa…!" Tomochika gaped as well.
"You missed that one."
"Here!", the Pyo-lover handed the forgotten present cheerfully.
"This is a souvenir I brought from the Big Apple."
"A-a vinyl record! This is the same singer that performed in that jazz club, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that's her.", Ayame confirmed, peeping from his side.
"Thanks!" Otoya hopped to the boy in front of him, his grin bigger than his face, hugging him as tightly as he could. The trapped teen changed colours, struggling, "Need…to…breathe…"
"Otoya, are you having lessons with Natsuki?! Stop it, you're strangling the guy!", a certain blond commanded.
"Sorry Tokiya!", a pair of arms released the bluenet who tumbled on his back the second after.
"So… this… is how S-syo…feels…", his blue eyes rolled up, "Never… do that… again…", Tokiya garbled.
"I'm gonna get a glass of water. I'm so sorry!", a frantic guitarist ran off that place.
In a matter of one hour, all had left, cleaning the mess before departing to their rooms. The tree no longer spread light, as well as the candles or any other décor, it was time to dive in sleep.
A tired Otoya collapsed on bed, joining his lover, already dressed in his sleeping clothes. Turning to him, he tried holding the former idol's shirt, crawling closer to the boy.
"The bed isn't spacious enough."
"You ate too much, what were you expecting?", his orbs left the ceiling to look at his, now pouting, boyfriend.
"It's not that! We need more space to sleep, you're always complaining that I kick you a lot right?"
"Hm", Tokiya nodded. They have been sleeping together since long ago but that wasn't necessarily a good experience. Sleeping with Otoya was great but waking up with a new bruise every day wasn't the least enjoyable.
"Maybe I should join mine with yours, whataya think?"
"What about I bring my double bed?"
"The one in your apartment?"
"But then, where would these go?"
"To my apartment."
"It's alright, I never sleep there anyway."
"What's so funny?", he turned to a chuckling red-head, not understanding the cause of his quiet giggles,
"Nothin' special. I'm just happy. Yanno…?", a pair of rubies looked up, "It'll feel like we`re married.", "It will.", Tokiya pulled the guitarist's waist closer. "Though I never really thought of that. At least until today."
"When I gave you the ring, you thought I was goin' to propose?", red eyes drifted to a pair of blue pools, "Maybe.", which averted somewhere else.
"I didn't say so."
"But you thought.", a grin plastered all over his face.
Tokiya pinched the bronzed nose, "Don't say nonsense."
"Nonsense.", he mocked the bluenet who turned his back on him, "You're such a kid."
"Aw, come on. Don't be like that!", Otoya laughed, frolicking with a few blue strands, his mood changing acutely after nuzzling against the bluenet's neck. "To-kiy-aaaaa….", a playful voice whispered into said boy's ear.
"What?", the former idol's voice broke a bit, his mood shifting too from the other's scent and soft touches.
"Play what?", he feigned unawareness, not looking to the red-head.
"Yanno what.", the guitarist frisked with the blue haired boy's shirt, undoing its buttons, skipping a hand inside it when he found enough space.
"You want to play strip?", a smirk formed as Tokiya turned, laying his back on the mattress. His thoughts reached a farther distance though, concerning more than just taking clothes off. Tokiya threw his arms around the neck above him, absorbed by the need of kissing it and jolt the younger into a heady state. Lidding his eyes, the bronzed boy inhaled strongly, fighting the moan threatening to escape his mouth at any second.
"Humm… that's only a part of the game.", Otoya trembled hearing himself speak. He adored it when they stirred each other that way.
The bluenet was finding it difficult to refrain the insistent shivers creeping up on his back. He pulled Otoya's t-shirt and kissed the boy deeply, beginning to move his hands on his torso. "What are the others?"
"I dunno…", his tongue pushed one of the bluenet's nipples, obtaining a gasp, "Maybe doing this and…", tracing a wet line of licks and smooches along his abdomen, "this?"
"And this?", Tokiya asked, massaging his lover's drawers, sensing his awakening member, "Is this a part of the game or am I breaking the rules?"
"I guess… I'll have to think while we play.", Otoya breathed out pleasantly, engaging with his beloved one in heated kisses.
"Prepare yourself", the older purred in his ear, "My hands, they're impatient to make you come."
And so the boys continued, Tokiya gave his best not to lose control over himself and end up doing anything else aside masturbating. Only he knew how much it cost him but, at least, he had seen something he hankered for so long, his Little Ruby blooming in his hands, flourishing only to him. His face had twisted in one of the most wonderful expressions he'd ever seen, aside, of course, his smile.
As for Otoya, he swore that had been one of the best days of his life, forgetting about Tokiya's jealousy crisis. Before falling asleep on the bluenet's arms he briefly wondered if they were turning too mellow, killing that thought as soon as it surged in his mind. He didn't bother about it, they were fine the way they were, mellow or not. However, he silently played in his dreams that those happy days wouldn't vanish soon, he had grown too fond of them by now.
A/N: Yeah… maybe this chapter was overly fluffy, sorry if you couldn't take it. :s
A/N 2: Replies to guests:
#Random person, sorry I didn't answer you, I totally forgot! (shame on me)! D': I'm happy you liked Tokiya's jealousy, hope this part was enjoyable too. ;)
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