Chapter 1: Can't Stop Staring
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~ Wataru ~
Wataru was a stalker. A creep. Something along those lines. Whatever people wanted to call him; he’d accept without question. But it wasn’t his fault his friends had forced him out to a bar for the night and there just so happened to be a super cute, super handsome, super handsome bartender working tonight.
That was not Wataru’s fault at all. He hadn’t asked to be forced out of the house by his friends (although he knew they meant well). He certainly hadn’t asked for this godsend of a man to just suddenly exist in his life without warning. He didn’t even need to ask for this moment to be engraved into his memory because he already knew it would be.
“You know, Wataru-kun, usually the way to get someone’s attention – in a good way – is to go up and talk to them. You know, initiate a conversion, perhaps?”
Wataru blinked sharply and fixed Banri with a glare. Okay, so maybe he was border lining the fence on whether he could actually be considered a proper creep or not. He just simply couldn’t help it though, as his eyes automatically drew back to the bar when movement caught the corner of his vision.
Yep. Definitely swiftly crossing that border.
“My God, I’m surprised you managed to even keep it in your pants the first time you went over there, what with the way you can’t keep your eyes off the poor guy”.
“Now, now, Shiroishi,” Rio took a final sip of his drink, “I’m sure Matoba doesn’t wish to start any kind of…drama with a certain…someone”.
That shot Wataru out of his trance-like state of mind. He gulped, quickly fishing his phone from his pocket, and sighing audibly in relief when he saw no notifications from said certain someone.
Sometimes he believed he was just a dead man walking.
“Why don’t you just dump his ass?” Banri cupped his chin in his palm. “It’s sooo clear neither of you wanna be together anymore. I’m not entirely sure you guys ever even did wanna be together! You always argue, fight – sometimes that shit gets so physical you have to claim you had make-up sex when we all know that’s a damn lie – need I go on?”
“If I wanted to leave Nayuta, don’t you think I would’ve done that by now?” Wataru asked, hooding his eyes, and swirling the orange straw in his empty glass, the melting ice cubes clinking as they spun around.
“Do you wanna maybe not bullshit yourself for once? Besides, you and I both know a good friend would totally encourage you to approach the hottie on the other side of the bar, strike up a conversation, flirt a little – or a lot – and then maaaybe disappear into the night together~”
“Normally, I would disagree with such an unfaithful act, however, I think it’s best assured we know Asahi would most likely do the same thing if he were in your shoes”.
“Oh my, did I forget to tell you the number of times I used to come home from school and catch him and my brother sucking each other’s dicks on the living room couch?” Wataru smiled with extreme fakeness at his friends. “I guess they don’t call it a loveseat for nothing, huh?”
Silence passed between the three.
Banri quirked an eyebrow at him, “So…remind me again how the fuck you two ended up together if that was the case?”
Wataru immediately dropped his smile, going back to aimlessly stirring his straw, “Well, considering how much I sure did love living in my brother’s shadow my entire childhood, why not continue that delightful little legacy, hm?”
Banri made a small committal sound, “Somehow, that makes sense considering this is Asahi Nayuta we’re talking about”.
“Matoba…”
“No, no, I know. I know what you’re going to say, Kikyo, so don’t even bother. But you know what? I think I might take a chance while I have it. It’s not like the last guy was much of a people pleaser if you get my drift”. Wataru stood from his space in the booth opposite the pair, grabbing his glass, “Catch ya in five”.
Pushing all ounces of negativity to the back of his mind, Wataru stepped up to the bar counter and propped his elbow on top, cupping his cheek and leaning his weight in that direction slightly. It only took a few minutes until the new object of his recent surge in affection stood before him.
Wataru thought for a moment that Banri was right. He should’ve just jumped over the counter and claimed this godly spectacle of a man already. Well, if the tightness in between his legs wasn’t telling him to do so, then he probably succumbed to The Devil without any acknowledgement.
Matoba Wataru was a very, very sinful man when it came down to it.
And he had no real shame about it, either.
“This one for the road or just to prolong the inevitable?” the barman asked him, expertly shaking up another cocktail concoction for his customer.
Wataru shook his head, “Perhaps I just wanted an excuse to come talk to you, or is that a crime?”
The barman chuckled, fixing up his drink and Wataru swore the sinful thoughts he had whilst watching those fingers move were going to come rushing out of his mouth sooner or later. He even laid his hand on the space beside his glass after it had been placed down refilled, his own fingers brushing against the barman’s ever so lightly but with no doubt given behind the intention of the action.
The barmen’s eyes caught his, sparkling with understanding and a sly smile slipped onto the handsome man’s face as he used that same hand to brush through his sandy-brown hair.
“I finish my shift in about an hour if you wanna “talk” some more,” he offered as he picked up a glass bottle of fizzy orange from under the counter. “My place or yours, up to you, if we end up getting that far”.
Wataru smirked, lips parting to show the beginning of his teeth, “Wouldn’t you like to know~” he hummed, giving the barman a wink, and heading back to his pair of friends.
He sat down with the biggest grin he could muster and crossed his arms over his chest proudly. “Still got the charm, boys~”
“Well, it’s easier when the other guy already has a definite interest in you, Wataru-kun!”
“Wait, what?”
“Oh my God. Oh my God, Rio-kun, he doesn’t know,” Banri shook Rio’s shoulder as Wataru started downing his drink with a bigger gulp than was sensible. “You mean you haven’t noticed him totally checking you out whenever he’s been down this end of the bar? Are you serious?!”
“I think I must’ve been too busy doing other dumb shit like checking my phone to see if my unfaithful dickass of a “boyfriend” gives a crap about my existence beyond being a personal sex toy yet, sooo no, not really”.
Had he been checking him out when he hadn’t been paying attention? It wasn’t like Banri to lie about something like that, even just to tease Wataru and try getting him flustered. He glanced back over to the bar, but the barman was no longer in sight, most likely having gone to cover the rowdier end of the bar.
Whatever.
“Does it matter when I’m getting dicked down to the point of blackout tonight by the hottest man on the goddamn planet~?”
Both Banri and Rio’s eyes widened. The blond leaned forward, “Oh my God, are you actually going to let him get in your pants on the first night? What if we come back here again?”
“Heh,” Wataru took a peek at his phone for the time, “Well, that depends on just how good he is in bed. I have my expectations just by looking at the man but looks can be deceiving”.
Rio shook his head with a small sigh, “Sometimes I can’t pinpoint what makes you and Asahi so different from each other, and then there are times where I can definitely see why he caught onto you once your brother moved away”.
Wataru wanted to snap something back but decided to bite down on his straw instead, an exciting tingling running through his veins as he waited for the next hour to be up.
The hands on the clock ticked around until they struck.
By this point, Wataru knew he was drunk. At least, partially. For the most part. Maybe.
For some reason he couldn’t stop giggling whenever the other touched him as he lay pressed down on top of the covered mattress, the only way to temporarily stop him was with kisses. Kisses of pure, unimaginable fire.
Sky-blue eyes looked down at him full of infatuation. Hands roamed over Wataru’s body, rivers of lava spreading to every inch they could reach. Attempts to pull his very pulse from his neck where lips covered and teeth nipped, grazed over wettened skin.
Wataru could only tilt his head back in bliss, the air no cooler when he and his companion for the night removed their clothes, thrown haphazardly to the floor and lost until the break of dawn.
How in the world had he managed to pull off wriggling his way into the bed of a stranger? And that was before he’d been somewhat drunk. Not even tipsy.
He threaded his own fingers through sand-brown hair, pulling and tugging as things started to get more rough, touchier, and much more heated between the two of them. Skin becoming slicked with sweat, hot air puffing out between every separation of their lips from each other.
Wataru didn’t even try to stop the moan that ripped from his throat as he felt that strangely familiar heat enter below and push further inside him, already binding up the coil as tight as it could go.
The handsome man connected with him grinned down at him, skilled hands holding Wataru’s hips as he began to gradually rock his own into them, the heat inside riding up through his body and sending arrows of pleasure directly into his heart. His heart that was pumping wildly in his chest as he struggled to breathe properly amidst the hot air.
“You doing okay?” the man asked, taking one hand off Wataru’s hip to brush his hair back, “I prefer seeing my partner in the final moment just before they blackout in pure bliss~”
“Bring it on, then~”
No more words passed between the two of them aside from the occasional “yes~”, “faster”, or “harder!” as the night continued on.
Wataru awoke long past noon, immediately thankful it was the weekend, and he wouldn’t have to slug his way into work with a shitty excuse of why he was late, although his friends would definitely hinder a guess between two possibilities – Rio would’ve most likely tried to put things to rest, but Banri would make a bet of anything if given half a chance.
He sat up, noting he was waking up alone. Thank God.
Wait…wasn’t he supposed to leave first? Hopefully, his late-night partner had acknowledged his sleeping presence when he’d gotten up.
There was a glass of water waiting for him on the bedside table, which he gulped down as he peeled off the note stuck to the bottom.
Left a key for you to lock up with when you leave. Feel free to drop by the bar again sometime, last night was fun. We can do it again if you’re that type of guy who doesn’t mind multiple one-night stands with the same person, heh.
Personally, I felt captivated enough by you even before we spoke that I wish to see you again. I left my number on the other side just in case
Wataru flipped it over.
XXX-XXXX-XXXX
- Goryo Yuto
A smile crawled onto his face as he contemplated what to do with this piece of information. He slid out of the warm bed, shivering on impact from the colder morning as he hurried to get dressed and fished out his phone.
Five missed calls. Whatever.
One text that had Wataru wince to himself.
[Nanahoshi Ren]: We need to talk
Wataru sighed, tussling his red hair for a moment as he sent a reply back.
[Matoba Wataru]: What about?
Less than a minute later.
[Nanahoshi Ren]: Nayuta-kun
Well, great. Just. Great.
Chapter 2: Can't Wait to See You Again
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~ Yuto ~
“Well, don’t you look certainly pleased. Someone have a good night?” Kohei smirked as Yuto collapsed onto the couch in his friend’s apartment.
“Only one of the best,” Yuto laid his head back, grinning. “I feel like I met someone special, y’know?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, now, Goryo, we all know what happened the last time you rushed into something headfirst with your brain lagging behind”. Kohei handed him a cup of coffee, taking the seat beside him. “I didn’t think you were the kind of guy to take guys back to your place for the night”.
“What, because Reon’s still touchy over the breakup he initiated? He was out, same for tonight, so I took a chance while one was presented to me,” Yuto took a sip of the coffee, the warm burn flowing down his throat comfortingly, “God, last night I swore I was fucking an angel. A really horny, devilish angel”.
He saw Kohei roll his eyes playfully from the side, “Thanks for the ironic mental image”.
“Aw, you’re welcome, buddy~”
“Well, considering how you just described your mystery love-maker of the night, I’m gonna bet you 200 yen you left him your number in a note, hm?”
Yuto frowned before he pouted and pulled out 200 yen from his wallet, “Goddammit, I hate you sometimes, Kohei”.
“Better than having Reon come home and kick both your asses, more specifically yours”.
Yuto sighed. Living with your ex-boyfriend did indeed make bringing people back hard, so he had to usually plan things or make up some lie about where he’d be spending the night if not at home. He figured that by now Reon had worked it all out, but it never made the tension between them any better.
“Reon can be pissed at me all he wants. I didn’t even do anything! He saw a guy flirting with me, I pushed them away, said no, did everything I was supposed to do to keep my head, but he lost it at me anyway!” Yuto put his coffee aside and folded his arms over his chest, “Breaking up with me over that whole thing was harsh and uncalled for, don’t you think?”
“Goryo, we’ve been over this time and time again since it happened,” Kohei said with a sigh, “So much so that I know you’ve only started to sleep with other random men because you still have feelings for Reon—”
“I do not! Not anymore,” Yuto hissed, “We were working, sure, but even before that incident things weren’t as perfect as they once were. Whenever I think back to that night, I feel more and more certain that I would’ve let that guy kiss me like he wanted and disappeared with him had Reon not been there. That’s how bad we’ve been until that final crack that just shattered everything”.
Besides, I already know Reon’s been seeing other people at his job. He’s become the type that would suck off his boss for a promotion – and it’s worked once or twice, Yuto kept those words to his thoughts. Things between him and Reon were tricky and tense, and Yuto was convinced they were far past any kind of repair.
Kohei watched him for a moment or two, “Even if that’s what you say, I know Reon feels differently”.
“Ugh. So, what, you think he’s still hopelessly in love with me? Please. Although, hopeless would be right in that sense. Seriously though, Kohei, me and Reon have had our run and it’s over and done with. If he really still loves me, then he’d have made that clear”.
He tried to ignore the disbelieving noise in his friend’s hum, and turned his thoughts back to soft red hair, glimmering green eyes, and a voice like velvet with a body he swore to high above sent him to Heaven.
“Thinking about last night again?”
“Mhm, I’m telling you, buddy, if I could see him again then I’d have no hesitation in diving under the covers with him again”.
Kohei scoffed but still smiled at him, “I’ve seen you reminisce about your one-night stands before, but not like this. I must say, you’re really hung up on this particular guy, huh?”
Yuto groaned at the memory before he chuckled, feeling his heart spin around in his chest, “I wish I could describe last night with him without grossing you out—”
“Yes, please refrain from telling me details of your sex life”.
“—But, my God, Kohei, he was so gorgeous and beautiful and perfect, and I swear to God I’m half-convinced he was some kind of off-duty porn star”.
Kohei blinked before exhaling steadily through his nose, “…Okay then. Say no more, but if you do happen to see him again and you make this more than just a one-night stand then don’t say I didn’t warn you if you end up getting your heart broken when he doesn’t want you for more than just sex”.
“Pssh, yeah, yeah, I wasn’t planning on that,” Yuto said, dismissively waving his hand.
“Usually, most people who fall in love with someone don’t exactly plan it happening, Goryo”.
As to be expected, Reon was even more pissed at him than usual when he arrived back home to shower and change before heading to his shift at the bar.
“You brought someone back here last night?!”
“I thought you wouldn’t care since you were out, same as tonight,” Yuto ruffled his hair dry with a glower at his housemate, “Oh, but don’t worry, I’m gonna be here alone tonight”.
“I can believe when you stay over at some random guy’s house because you’re sleeping with them, but you’ve never had the actual audacity to bring someone back here before for that!”
“Ugh, well, maybe I’m finally tired of trying to protect your fragile little heart!” He snapped at Reon, shouldering past him in the bathroom doorway only for the other to follow him to the doorway of his bedroom (what used to be the guest room when they’d first moved in together). “You’re not sixteen anymore, Reon, grow the fuck up! If I want to bring some guy back here for a good fuck, then why the hell shouldn’t I? And just like last night, I’ll only do that if I know you’re not gonna be here, so what the hell is your fucking problem?!”
Reon began to respond with a growl before he cut himself off, switching instead to a huff and shoving his hands in his jean pockets, “You’re the worst, sometimes. I can’t believe I could ever like a guy like you”.
“Oh yeah? Same here if we’re gonna start being petty. You know why we broke up, Reon, it’s time you get over it”.
“I didn’t have a choice!”
“Yes, you did! We could’ve talked it out! We could still be together, but no, you had to be petty and whiny and such a grouchy little brat about it that you decided it’d be best if we just broke up. So, don’t be so damn surprised if I’m going out to fuck other guys because I have nothing tying me down anymore”.
Silence as Yuto finished fixing himself up before a small “get out”.
“Wh—”
“GET OUT!!” Reon screamed, “Just get out before I bloody up that stupid face of yours!”
Yuto knew he wasn’t being told to move out, this had happened before. Many a time. He huffed and grabbed his keys before leaving. He checked his phone and felt a slap of disappointment that his company from last night hadn’t decided to text him. Maybe not yet, perhaps he wanted some time to pass between them before anything happened between them – even if it was just sleeping with each other again.
Yuto could understand that.
He inhaled deeply after he slammed the front door shut behind him and made his way along the street. Whatever, Reon needed to get a grip on the reality he had set for them both. That guy could happily have his pick of men, and Yuto had always been beyond surprised that he had had his chance accepted with him.
Reon was a stunner, that was something Yuto could never and would never deny. He’d pretty much fallen in love with Reon at first sight on that first day of high school in History class. The dark hair that covered one of his golden hazel eyes, and the shy, sweet smile he’d sent Yuto’s way when he’d spotted him (unashamedly) staring. And how could Yuto forget the way Reon’s cheeks had dusted pink when he’d smirked back, chin cupped in hand?
Dammit. So, maybe Kohei had been right when he’d accused Yuto of still holding some very, very faint feelings for his housemate. He supposed, as Reon was the person he always considered to be his first true love, that there was some water to hold in that idea. If Reon asked him to jump into bed with him then he certainly wouldn’t say no, and whatever happened after would just be something either discussed or forgotten about.
It wasn’t his fault his ex-boyfriend was still insanely fucking hot and sent his wandering sex drive into descended madness. However, his company from last night had certainly given Reon a run for his money.
“Man…I think I would’ve gone insane if I’d shot him down,” he muttered to himself.
Suddenly, his phone pinged with a text and a grin spread across his face as he saw it.
[???]: Hey, it’s the guy of your dreams from last night. Thanks for the aftercare, heh. Was wonderin’ if you worked weekends too? Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you grind my name outta me, Yuto~
He had told Reon that he’d be alone tonight…but what harm could a little white lie do?
[Goryo Yuto]: I’m down. Down bad for you~ Shift ends the same as yesterday, your choice if we meet inside or out. But I got one condition
[???]: Oh yeah?
[Goryo Yuto]: We do it at yours tonight
There were a few minutes of nothing, and Yuto was beginning to wonder if he’d pushed too far too soon until his phone pinged again.
[???]: Sounds like all my plans for the night revolve around you, aren’t you a lucky guy~
Yuto couldn’t help but puff out his chest proudly. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world right now.
Chapter 3: We're Playing a Dangerous Game
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~ Wataru ~
The slam of the front door alerted Wataru that mid-afternoon. He hadn’t been back home for long, debating on whether he should hit Yuto with a text now or wait a little longer until he was feeling up to making last night a perhaps more regular occurrence between the two of them. He’d also just gotten off an exhausting phone call with Ren to listen to his best friend yammer in his ear about how unfair it was that Wataru was supposed to be dating the guy Ren had some kind of insane crush on.
Not that Wataru blamed him entirely, he himself had only settled on Nayuta asking him out because he’d been his stupid gay awakening from the time Nayuta had been dating his older brother. He’d always known Nayuta didn’t see him as anything more than Kenta’s replacement, but Wataru had been too young and far too stupidly in love to truly care back then.
Ren having an absurd crush on his boyfriend though, that did nothing but irk him. Ren knew how he treated Wataru, how the only person Nayuta had actually held proper feelings for was Kenta. Wataru often joked that he might as well be a sentient sex doll for the silver-haired man.
“Oh, so you remember where you live then?” he asked, deliberately in a chirpy tone knowing it would piss off his company ever-so-easily.
“Jesus fuck, why the ever-living fuck did I decide you’d be a good idea…,” Nayuta grumbled as he leaned against the table in their small kitchen next to where Wataru was seated.
“Could say the same about you. At least we know who’s the bigger dick between us”.
“Tch, even if you were the bigger dick in this room, we both know from experience that I have the bigger dick between us,” Nayuta pushed off the table to begin fixing himself some coffee.
Wataru couldn’t hide his smirk, not even trying to hide it from his voice, “About that; I’ve seen bigger – recently, too”.
Nayuta spun on him, abandoning his half-made drink and leaned over Wataru from the other side of the small table. “The hell? That really wanna be how we play this? You seriously wanna go there?” he growled.
Wataru dared to roll his eyes and fold his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair and fiddling with his phone before leaving it on the table face down. “We all know you’ve most likely gone out and fucked some other poor guy while I’ve been at work or something. It’s been a while since we did it, so long that one side of the bed feels like motherfucking stone it’s so damn cold”.
Nayuta moved to loom over Wataru from behind him, hands firmly placed on his shoulder, and he leant down so his hot breath ghosted over the shell of Wataru’s ear, sending heat straight down to his crotch.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you, hm~?” he growled huskily, “You’re right though, it has been quite a while since I last filled you up and satisfied your greedy little body and left you to let your body spend the next twenty-four hours remembering how to properly function~”
Wataru couldn’t stop the shiver of excited anticipation that wriggled down his spine.
“But, since you seem to have a new boy toy that sounds as though he can satisfy you far better than I can, I recommend you have him take up that cold space in the bed,” Nayuta pulled back with a taunting chuckle as Wataru huffed. He’d come so damn close just then.
Wataru picked up his phone to text Yuto, grinning at the response and making everything affirmative. Now, he had plans for the night, at least.
“Maybe if you catch me in the right mood at the right time, you can get lucky”.
Wataru would keep that as a mental note for the future.
“Mhm, well at least I’ll always have the memories of envying my brother to tide me over”.
“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, fuck off, Nayuta, everyone knows we’re not exactly a proper couple. We even had to make an excuse that we have an open relationship type bullshit so we wouldn’t feel guilty about anything,” Wataru huffed. “Anyways, I’m bringing my new boy toy home tonight so unless you wanna find out what jealousy feels like, I’d recommend coming back around midday tomorrow”.
Nayuta grumbled, “If you really wanted me to give that much of a crap about our relationship, then maybe try and stop that little wandering eye of yours first”.
Something inside Wataru snapped and he stood to grab Nayuta by the collar of his jacket, tugging him hard enough forward so that their lips barely brushed against each other.
“I’m not sorry that I’m nothing like Kenta, but I’ll never be sorry for getting what I want one way or another,” the younger hissed lightly, warningly. “You’re a tiger in a cage, Nayuta, and that’s all you’ll ever be until you can get your hands on him again”. He pushed him away roughly, dusting his hands off afterwards and turned his back on the silver-haired man. “Oh, and quit giving Ren the run-around, too. I’m sick to death of hearing about his pathetic little crush on you, so do us both a favour and—”
Wataru suddenly found himself pinned to the table, the edge digging into his stomach where his body was bent over. The weight on his back made him want to shiver, but he repressed it, not wanting to give into submission just yet.
“Listen here, and listen well,” Nayuta growled in his ear, “I have a little challenge for you: after your fun tonight, you have to go a whole week without so much as looking at another man to undress with your eyes, and if you can manage that, then I’ll give you what it is you’ve wanted from me all along. Sound good?”
Wataru thought about it. He knew seeing Yuto tonight would give him second thoughts if he agreed, but they had only met at the pub, so Wataru doubted they’d ever run into each other outside. A week? Please, Nayuta should have more faith in him than that – this was the man he’d been jerking off to fake scenarios in his head about since he was just a teenager figuring out his sexuality in high school.
“Well?” Nayuta asked after a moment.
Wataru did his best to look at him over his shoulder as Nayuta gave a little encouraging grind to his rear, “Ngh, fine. I can do that, no problem. So long as you stick to the same goddamn deal”.
Nayuta grunted, letting him up before wrapping an arm around his waist and biting into the side of his neck, leaving a small stinging sensation that indicated the bite was enough to leave a mark. “Sounds fair to me”.
There’re so many loopholes to this deal, but I doubt he really cares. He knows I have no clue what he gets up to unless Ren comes crying to me about it again. Whereas I have plenty of people he can ask for confirmation of me breaking it. Dammit.
Some would say Wataru was stuck playing a losing game, but Wataru would argue that he’d been playing a losing game against life itself for as long as he could remember. One more wouldn’t topple his resolve just yet.
Chapter 4: Heightening my Infatuation
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“You just cannot keep your eyes off the door for more than five seconds, can you, huh?” Tomoru’s voice caused Yuto to jump, the glass he’d been wiping absentmindedly for the past who-knows-how-long almost slipping out of his grip.
“S-Sorry, sir!” he apologised quickly to the co-manager of the bar. “I’m just waiting for someone, that’s all”.
“A friend?”
…Could he call someone he’d slept with for one night a friend? He didn’t even know the man’s name (yet). But Yuto be damned, the man was attractive as fuck.
Tomoru scarily seemed to almost be able to read his mind, “Ah. I see. Well, try not to let it interfere with your work, Goryo”.
“Oh Tomoru, leave the poor boy alone!” Came one of the most obnoxious voices Yuto had ever heard, yet strangely felt comforting. His other manager, Felix, came up behind Tomoru and flung an arm around the dark-haired man’s shoulders. “It’s clear that he’s falling in love! Did you not see the way he was with that young man last night?”
Yuto’s face heated up with a blush that spread down his neck and reached the tips of his ears. He was probably matching the hair colour of his company from the previous night. He wasn’t falling in love. Not this fast. While Reon had been Yuto’s first love, he had been the only true love of his life thus far. What he had going with his new “partner” was built off and acted on nothing but rowdy hormones, fulfilling sexual fantasies, and a burning infatuation of attraction.
“I-It’s just a hookup!” Yuto found himself spilling out with a squeak. “I-I mean, yeah, I found him cute when I saw him, but it’s only when he started flirting with me that I kinda thought…maybe it’d be fun to take him home for the night. That’s not…weird, right?”
Felix laughed, “Of course not! If you were happy enough to do what you did with him, enough for him to keep him in your thoughts, then all the more reason to not be ashamed of what happened between the both of you”.
Tomoru sighed, eventually brushing Felix’s arm off of himself, “As I said, try not to let this interfere with your work. I cannot tell you how far you should take this – that is for you to decide – but all I ask is that you be careful. There are so many risks in wanting to be more with someone when your relationship together begins with flirting and sleeping together”.
Yuto understood what Tomoru was saying. The man he would be sleeping with again tonight might be one of the most attractive men Yuto had ever met in his life, but that was just it; they found one another sexually attractive and decided to act on it.
“I understand, sir. I won’t let this interfere with my work”.
Tomoru cracked him a small smile, “Good to hear it”.
As he left Yuto alone with Felix, the taller blond sighed with his hands on his hips and a shake of his head, “I love him with all my heart, but sometimes I wish he wasn’t so…you know”. Felix turned to Yuto with a smile and patted him on the shoulder, “Now, whether what you have with this man turns into love or not, just remember that fate has its way with things, Yuto”.
With that said, his manager left him alone with his thoughts.
Love…, Yuto frowned to himself, I last truly felt that with Reon…and I know a part of me will always keep reminding me of that…
[???]: I’m outside in case you’re wondering lol felt like fucking sober for once
Yuto was out the door as soon as his shift ended. A whistle caught his ears and he saw who he was looking for walking towards him from the car park’s entrance. He let a charming smirk tug at his lips.
“You look just as beautiful as you did last night,” he found himself murmuring as the distance closed between us. “A part of me was wondering if you were going to show up at all”.
The redhead laughed, removing his hands from his pockets, “Well, I’m glad to hear I don’t change too much day by day. You’re not so bad yourself, Yuto~”
Hearing his name roll off the same tongue that had been down his throat twenty-four hours ago was making Yuto’s cock ache with need already and he knew the redhead could already tell the exact effect that had on him.
He moved forward, taking his hand and moving them around to the side of the building before pushing Yuto against the wall and smashing their lips together. Hands tugged at his shirt, popping open buttons, and expertly undoing his tie, using the material to pull him closer, angling the kiss deeper, as it was looped around his neck anew.
Yuto’s hands met the other’s hips, closing more of the space between their bodies and experimentally grinding in small spurts until his partner broke their kiss with a gasp. There was a fire in his green eyes that set a flame alight of the same fiery power in Yuto’s heart.
It thumped wildly in his chest as their hands continued to roam, Yuto’s lips going back in to claim his partner’s, nipping lightly at the plump flesh, swiping over the nips with his tongue until he literally had the other man moaning helplessly into his mouth, practically melting in his arms.
The kiss broke again, heavy panting fogging the air between them.
“Shit, you really know how to turn a guy on~” the redhead purred huskily, “If I’ve been embedded into your memory just from last night, then I want you to engrave yourself into mine from tonight~”
“That shouldn’t be hard, considering the fact that you decided to read my note and take my number, I must’ve left quite the impression~”
“Oh, believe me, baby, you did~” He kissed Yuto with a deep peck on the lips before tugging on his tie and slipping it from his shoulder. “Hmm~ Maybe I should keep this; I can run it all over my body or tie myself with it whilst thinking about you and that amazing dick of yours~”
The fire inside Yuto grew. His body ached with sexual need.
“Then let’s go back to yours and make the most of the night together~” he reached for the redhead, pulling him back against himself and leant down to whisper in his ear with a whisper designed for sex, “Let me fuck you so deep into your mattress you’ll never be able to forget everything I’m going to make you feel~ Let me bury myself in that gorgeous ass of yours, fill you until you can’t hold anymore~ You’ll never want to even think about another man’s cock when I’m done with you~”
The shiver that he felt travel through the other at his words made him growl in excitement. He was going to make tonight one of the best nights of both their lives.
If this man was hot on the outside, then he was a volcano on the inside.
Yuto’s back was already burning with scratches, the ache failing to quell as he continued to push in and out of his night partner. The continuous lewd mewling only spurred him on. His hand was pressed on the other’s dripping cock, keeping it against their chest as Yuto relentlessly snapped his hips to and fro.
“Shit! Ngh, God, are you trying to make me come three times tonight?” the redhead moaned into the pillow he lay face down in. “Are you sure you’re close to coming yet?”
Yuto chuckled breathlessly, “Almost there. I think I’m becoming addicted to you, baby~”
“You think you’re the one becoming addicted- ah~ Well, I’ll be damned!”
Yuto felt the body underneath him convulse, spurts of cum dribbling onto his hand and onto the bedsheets below. His partner panting hard, chest heaving with sweet little noises of fulfilling desire as Yuto continued to rock their hips together until he felt himself follow through with his own orgasm, hissing a curse as he did so.
The air in the room was thick and heavy, and Yuto could feel both of their exhaustion. He caught his breath, pulling out and carefully doing away with the condom, throwing it into the trash. As he crawled back onto the bed to lay beside his company, he was surprised when the other suddenly cuddled up to him.
“Are you alright? Was it too much?” he asked, beginning to feel a little anxious. “I can go—”
“No,” the redhead sighed loudly, but blissfully, “Stay a while. I’m gonna be pretty busy this week so…I wanna make the most of you while you’re here”.
Yuto found himself smiling, even starting to run his fingers through sweaty red strands absentmindedly. There was a comforting silence as they lay together.
“It’s Wataru, by the way,” the redhead murmured softly from where his head lay on Yuto’s chest. “My name”.
Wataru…, Yuto smiled as he watched his companion begin to fall asleep. “That’s a pretty name for a pretty boy~”
“You’re so lucky I don’t have the energy to slap your stupidly handsome face, jerk”.
Yuto simply just chuckled as the both of them slept the rest of the night away, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Chapter 5: I Would Know First and Foremost
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~ Nayuta ~
He didn’t know why, but a part of Nayuta wanted Wataru to stick to their deal. Was he growing soft for him? Surely not. That wasn’t Nayuta. Nayuta was cruel to anyone who bothered getting too close, only accepting to “date” Wataru when Kenta had told him he’d decided to move away for work. He’d done it out of spite, maybe to entice Kenta into staying and Wataru’s sickening infatuation with him was the best option he thought he had.
A stupid decision, really. And Wataru had quickly come to realise all his teenage fantasies were just that, fantasies. Nayuta held no real love for him, certainly not the kind of love that Wataru had been wanting from him. But, Wataru had been quick to learn what the severe reality of their relationship was and would always be.
They used each other to quell the selfishness, the questions, and the unfulfilled desires they both had inside.
They tried to act like a couple in the public eye of their friends, but even Nayuta knew Wataru’s friends would do anything to get him out of this arrangement given half a chance. He didn’t blame them, but the choice came down to Wataru.
If he left Nayuta to pursue someone else, or to simply free himself from the chains of infatuation that still bound him to Nayuta’s side, then the silver-haired man would make no attempt to stop him from taking that running leap into the lighter side.
Nayuta knew Wataru deserved to be set apart from him, but Nayuta was a selfish man. A selfish man who tugged on Wataru’s heartstrings and played with his feelings whenever he wanted to try feeling something. Simply, because he knew Wataru rarely said no if he also got him what he wanted.
Some say there’s a fine line between continuously sleeping with someone and falling in love with them. Well, they hadn’t crossed that line just yet. Wataru may be the one with the more solid feelings, but it was just teenage infatuation – feelings that had awoken him to his sexuality through Nayuta, amplified by that of new, rampaging hormones.
It was nothing more than an arrangement of fulfilling their sex drives, when need be, all wrapped up in the façade that they were supposedly supposed to be madly in love with each other.
However, there were other issues at play in their lives.
If Nayuta didn’t have Wataru in one of his moods where he would constantly chide him about not taking their agreements seriously, or simply not doing enough to keep the roof over their heads, then it was Wataru’s best friend pestering him day in and day out with non-stop questions that he swore one day would make his head explode.
Such as now. Ren had Nayuta cornered in the office, having fetched him a fresh mug of coffee.
“Wataru’s found someone new,” Ren had the audacity to glare down at him from where he stood on the other side of his desk.
“Yeah? First I’ve heard of it,” Nayuta growled back, hoping his voice dripped with enough sarcasm to get Ren to scurry out of his office with half a hint that he didn’t wish to be bothered at all, most certainly not about Wataru.
“That means you’ll break up now, doesn’t it?” Damn Nanahoshi Ren for being persistent as fuck. “You told me that was what would happen. If Wataru found someone else to be with, then you’d let him go and be with them”.
“So why hasn’t he left yet?” Nayuta countered. “Don’t you think I would be the first to know if my own boyfriend was going to leave me for someone else? He’s found a new fuck buddy, that’s all. He’s your best friend, surely you should know how much he loves whoring himself around the streets for lonely men”.
Ren went quiet and Nayuta couldn’t help but smirk.
“Exactly what I thought, now quit pestering me about my own damn relationship, Nanahoshi,” he growled, making sure there was a clear bite to his tone.
As Ren left with a solemn look on his face, Nayuta leaned back in his chair with a heavy exhale.
God, all of this was so damn exhausting.
Chapter 6: Stop Tugging on my Guilty Heart
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~ Yuto ~
Wataru. A name so pretty it could rival the shine of the stars at night. His eyes glittered just the same as them, perhaps even more so. And a body far more flexible than Yuto could’ve imagined— Okay, now was not the time to be thinking about the man he’d slept with twice in a row.
He’d taken an extra walk on his way home, being honest in not wanting to leave his company so soon. Holding Wataru felt nice. He was warm. He felt like he just belonged in Yuto’s arms, breath fanning over his collarbone, sleeping like an angel.
Yuto just couldn’t stop thinking about it! But he knew that he should. This wasn’t supposed to become a thing. Felix might be happily convinced Yuto was falling in love, but Yuto himself was not going to let it go in that direction. Despite how much something tugged wickedly at his heart, he knew it was for the best if they simply kept things as they were.
Even if a part of his heart was truly starting to feel something a little more for Wataru…
Yuto shook his head forcefully, feeling a twinge in his neck as he did so. No. Before another thought could enter his head, he found himself back at his and Reon’s apartment to see a long-haired blond leaving down the front stairs with Reon hanging back in the doorway and watching the blond leave.
His curiosity peaked, and he quickened his pace until he was standing at the base of the stairs, looking up at his ex-boyfriend with a raised expression of silent question.
Reon folded his arms over his chest, “What? If you can go out and fuck someone else for a night, then why can’t I? It’s like you said, there’s nothing between us anymore”.
Yuto felt a pang from inside. Reon had some nerve to throw his own words back at him. He scoffed as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and made his way up the stairs. “You didn’t fuck that guy. Sleep with him perhaps, but no way did you fuck each other”.
“How would you know, you suddenly an expert on sleeping around with strangers? Sure seems like it recently,” Reon followed him inside.
“I know you too well, Reon. Your hair’s still as perfect as ever, for a start, and since we’ve fucked before then I know what you look like after you’ve been blissed out for a night and early morning. Same goes for that guy, ain’t no way you two fucked and came out looking so damn perfect together”.
“You’re saying we look perfect together?” Reon rolled his eyes, a mocking smile on his face, “Why, thank you! I was thinking about possibly seeing him again, so glad I’ll be taking that as your permission”.
“You’re a dick”.
“Well, we know who has the bigger one. Shame that your size down there doesn’t quite match up to that of your ego, hm?”
Yuto growled lightly, “If you’re trying to piss me off then, congrats, it’s working”.
Reon scoffed, leaning in the doorway of the living room, “You really don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what? What’s there to get?” Yuto said as he turned to fully face Reon, watching as the dark-haired man’s expression twisted into uncertainty before he gave his head a shake.
“Forget it. Just don’t do something stupid…”
Yuto watched him leave for the kitchen and Yuto himself moved into his bedroom to fish out some clean clothes and then jump into the shower.
The hot water quickly steamed up the glass panels and the large mirror on the opposite wall. Yuto let out a sigh as he shook his head under the showerhead to wet his hair and let the water slide down his neck and back, placing a hand on the wall to somewhat steady himself.
The temperature of the water was nothing close to the heat of Wataru’s body connected to his own, and Yuto couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at having such a thought run through his head. Wataru was far from being the first random customer Yuto had ended up sleeping with from meeting where he worked, but this was the first time Yuto had thought this much about someone like that.
Was it because they’d slept together more than once? Did that somehow make it different? Was it that Wataru had told him his name, had bothered enough to get into contact with him? Did this mean something else or more to him?
Suddenly the water shot from hot to cold and Yuto spluttered as he pulled his head out of the water, a scowl forming on his face as he pushed the hair from his face and shut the water off for a moment to open the shower door and jump out, wrapping the towel around his waist and securing it.
When he found Reon at the kitchen sink sipping casually on a small glass of water, the scowl on his face grew firmer as he crossed his arms over his chest (he didn’t miss the way Reon’s cheeks dusted with blush at the sight as his golden eyes rose to meet his own).
“Oh. My bad,” the dark-haired man said without so much as a hint of remorse. He wasn’t sorry in the slightest.
“Seriously?” Yuto grumbled, “Are you that pissed off at me for sleeping with someone?”
“I’m pissed you brought them back here first and foremost”.
“You did the same damn thing last night; I literally just watched the guy leave!”
Reon shrugged, “Oh, I’m sorry, if I recall not more than twenty minutes ago you were telling me how you were certain we didn’t sleep together last night. Did you make a mistake? Because you’ve made several of those. I wonder which one you regret more; me or him?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Do I have to remind you again that we broke up because you said so?”
There was always going to be tension in the air between the two of them, especially so whenever their conversations drew onto this particular topic.
Reon was the first to back down, his shoulders slumping, “…I miss you”.
“You miss me? I’m right here, Reon”.
“You know what I mean, idiot! Don’t make me say it aloud! …I miss you, Yuto. I miss how you used to be. I wish we’d never gone to that stupid club and that I’d never seen you with that guy making moves on you. We wouldn’t be in the situation we are otherwise!”
Yuto felt something gnaw at his heart. Guilt? But what did he have to be guilty about? He wasn’t the one who had made a move on someone. He wasn’t the one who suggest they break up. None of this was ever his fault to begin with, so why was something trying to make him feel guilty?
He sighed heavily, running his hand through his now cold, damp hair. “I don’t understand what you want me to do, Reon. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what the actual problem is. Are you…jealous?” he asked, coming to a small realisation, “That I’ve been sleeping with someone who isn’t you?”
“Yes!” Reon slapped his hands over his mouth as Yuto’s eyes widened.
That was not the answer he’d been expecting.
“What…?”
“Forget it!” Reon left his glass of water on the side and pushed Yuto aside to move past him and trail off into the living room. “It doesn’t matter anyway, now that there’s someone new in your life…”
Yuto felt a stronger twinge in his heart then. Thoughts danced around in his head as he went to finish his shower.
Reon was jealous of his one-night stands? Or just of Wataru, despite not even knowing him? Not that Yuto particularly knew Wataru aside from anything other than that man was a goddamn beastly angel under the covers – but ignoring that fact.
He thought back to Kohei saying he still had some feelings for Reon, and Yuto wasn’t going to deny that in a sense of still being sexually attracted to his ex-boyfriend. Romance was a different story, however. He’d had the thought plenty of times since their breakup that if Reon wanted them to jump into bed together then Yuto was far from saying no.
When he realised the aching sensation from down below, Yuto cursed under his breath at seeing the boner he’d sprouted whilst lost in his thoughts. Had that happened with his brief thought about Wataru, or was his body reacting to a sexual want that he knew Reon could give him?
Yuto decided to give it a chance and called out to his ex-boyfriend, hearing faint footsteps patter closer and closer.
As he pressed his lips against the nape of Reon’s neck, jutting his hips back and forth with the wet sound of skin slapping on skin, Yuto couldn’t resist a chuckle.
“Now I know you definitely didn’t fuck last night, you’re so fucking tight~”
Reon choked out a gasp, the grip Yuto’s hands had on his hips tightening as he jerked, “Just the way you like it, huh~?”
“Oh, you bet, baby~”
It was them falling into old ways. Yuto was surprised after their argument that Reon had even agreed to step into the shower with him and allow them to slot together as if they had never broken up in the first place.
It was strange yet familiar.
Reon jerked, a soft curse hissing out between his gritted teeth, “Shit! I think I’m close—”
“You think?” Yuto rumbled with a chuckle, snapping his movements a little harder as a delighted grin spread over his face. “Damn, has it been that long since you last got laid~?”
“Fuck you”.
“In case you somehow forgot, darling, I’m the one currently fucking you, sweetheart,” Yuto leaned down to nip at the shell of Reon’s ear, the water continuing to stream down onto them from the showerhead. “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you and clean you up nice and good after you blackout in total bliss~”
He heard Reon’s breath of air sucked in as a quick replacement for any retort, his body jerking, and Yuto wrapped an arm around his middle to keep Reon from collapsing as his legs started to buckle beneath them both.
Reon was panting hard, allowing Yuto to pull his now-exhausted body back against his chest, the brunet letting out little grunts of impatience as he snapped his hips back and forth near-erratically until Yuto’s energy gave way to his own exhaustion, flashes of white behind blue eyes.
Yuto grinned, planting a kiss of gratitude on Reon’s shoulder, and gently pulling out after giving himself a moment. He shut the water off and managed to guide them both out of the shower safely, wrapping their towels around themselves.
Yuto helped Reon dry off, the dark-haired man’s eyes were lidded and heavy with needed sleep. He swept him into his arms, carrying him into his room and setting him down on the bed before going to find some light clothes and tugging them over his ex-boyfriend.
Reon was fast asleep by the time Yuto was done, his pretty lips parted in sleep.
“I…love you…,” he murmured in his slumber as Yuto stood in the doorway, watching.
The three little words tugged harshly at Yuto’s heartstrings, but instead, he chuffed a little sigh and disappeared into his own room to get dressed and catch up on a bit of his own sleep before he would have to make it to his shift later on.
Chapter 7: An Uncertain Flutter of Hearts
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Wataru tossed and turned before settling for simply glaring at Nayuta sleeping so soundly beside him. The bastard had the audacity to share the bed with him, shirtless and in nothing other than loose-fitting boxers as if he enjoyed taunting Wataru’s festering teenage desire.
Knowing Nayuta, he probably decided to do it just for that purpose.
Now, Wataru knew very well that he had technically had his fill – he and Nayuta had had sex several times before – but it just was never enough. What he really wanted was for Nayuta to actually act like his boyfriend; to love him, hold him, comfort him, etc.
But Nayuta would always see him just as everyone else had – the unwanted, lingering shadow of his older brother. The older brother that never called unless it was a special occasion. The older brother that never came back into town to see either of them. He had taken himself so far away from Wataru and yet even now still affected his life in every way possible.
He let out a small, quiet sigh, turning back over and reaching for his phone. He looked through his conversation with Yuto, feeling his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. Yuto may be just a one-night stand he’d gotten lucky with, but even he had given Wataru almost everything he’d wanted from Nayuta in two single encounters.
He closed the messages and locked his phone, pushing it aside and flopping back over to glare at Nayuta again. By this point, their deal for the week was nearly up, just a few days more to go until Nayuta would give Wataru the divine sex he’d been begging for, for so long. And if Nayuta was allowed to taunt him, then he decided he was allowed to try taunting Nayuta too.
Wataru smirked to himself and sidled up closer to Nayuta, wriggling his way under his arm, and began to curl himself up against the silver-haired man’s warm chest. Nayuta shifted slightly and Wataru bit his lip to stop himself from making some kind of excitedly lewd noise when their bodies brushed together. Nayuta’s arm even started to circle around Wataru’s back and the redhead swore he was about to die.
He wasn’t prepared to drop dead without having Nayuta’s dick rammed inside his ass though. He’d have to hold out just a little bit longer before that happened.
Wataru found himself quickly succumbing to sleep and decided he’d deal with Nayuta’s reaction to their position in the morning.
He blinked down at his phone, feeling unsettled as he locked the device and tucked it into his pocket. It was just the notification, so Yuto wouldn’t know he’d seen his text already. Wataru looked up to meet the gazes of his friends sitting across the couch on the other side of their living room.
Aoi had a brow raised at him, “Go on, tell us what your new loverboy just said. Although I can already see it written all over your face, Wataru, you’re bright red!”
As if the universe was determined to make him the most embarrassed man on Earth, Wataru sighed, “He asked me on a date, apparently”.
“A date? That’s funny, from the way you’ve been I would’ve thought this would be the third one overall. Oh, but then I remembered you don’t wait until the third to sleep with someone”.
“H-Hey, that’s a little harsh, ain’t it?” Futa nudged his boyfriend. “Everyone does the whole dating thing differently, like, not everyone gets promise rings like you and I did!”
Aoi sighed, “Alright Futa, fair point made. But still, wasn’t your whole plan to avoid him during this week so you could get back into the pants of your borderline criminal so-called “boyfriend”?”
Wataru rolled his eyes, “Why do you think I haven’t answered straight away? I need to sleep with Nayuta—”
“Are you hearing yourself?!” Aoi exclaimed with a shake of his head, pointing a finger accusingly, “Is getting dicked down by the guy so hopelessly in love with your brother really what you need? Is that something you even want? Think about it, Wataru! We’ve all told you that you deserve better than the life that you have!”
Futa nodded, breaking into a bright grin, “Yeah! We know you’ve liked Nayuta for a really long time, and grabbed your chance with him while you could, but don’t you think it’s a bit…I don’t know…unrealistic?”
Wataru balked for a second.
Aoi quickly waved his hand, “What Futa means is that this guy you’ve kinda been seeing sounds like he genuinely enjoys your company and wants to try getting to know you as a person outside the bedroom. So, why not give it a shot? If you guys don’t feel anything, then what’s there to lose? You’ve already had sex together twice”.
He thought about his friends’ words, delicately processing them through his brain until he let out a heavy sigh, “Fine. I’ll accept his little date, but if it ends with us back in bed together by the end of the night then that ain’t my fault – unless I make the first move for it”.
He saw Aoi and Futa share a look as he reached back for his phone, quickly typing out and sending a reply. He had been wanting to see Yuto again, he just hadn’t expected their strange little relationship to turn in this direction. He already had Nayuta, after all, and his boyfriend had agreed to finally start sleeping with him again by the end of the week.
Wataru didn’t believe he needed more than that. Once he managed to get to a stable place with his finances, he was planning to quit his job and take up his semi-abandoned writing hobby full-time. Nayuta would continue to keep the roof over their heads until Wataru started rolling in an income of his own for them both.
It was a far-fetched dream, even he knew that, but he also knew that it could be possible in due time if he put his mind to it and didn’t allow himself to slip.
And he knew his friends didn’t miss the smile that crept onto his face as he watched Yuto’s reply come in.
Maybe there was something more than lust sparking between them. Maybe, just maybe.
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