Shinobu got up and looked at the person lying next to him.
"Good, as always." Chiaki stretched and smiled lazily.
The air smelled musty, of sex, sweat and cigarettes. A cheap love hotel that Chiaki had randomly picked. The receptionist did not care if they were underage.
"Wanna stay the whole night?" Chiaki asked.
"What about your boyfriend?" Shinobu queried.
"He's away on a work trip." Chiaki shrugged. "I told him to buy me something nice."
"Does he know you're cheating on him?" Shinobu was curious.
Chiaki blinked in surprise and then laughed. "Do you care?"
"Not really." Shinobu reached out to light up a cigarette.
"Didn't think you would." Chiaki sat up as well and snatched the cigarette away from him.
Shinobu glared but let him be. He lit up another.
They smoked in silence for a few minutes before Chiaki spoke up.
"He knows. He sleeps with other people too, you know."
"Well, at least it's honest," Shinobu commented.
"He takes me to fancy places. Buys me nice things. Gives me a good allowance," Chiaki said cheerfully. "We have fun together."
A strange unease wavered inside Shinobu. Then again, who was he to judge?
"Whatever works for you," he told Chiaki honestly.
He felt a kiss on his shoulder blade. An odd gesture coming from Chiaki.
"Hey, Kurosawa?"
Shinobu looked sideways and to his surprise, Chiaki had a thoughtful look on his face.
"If I'm rich one day, can I buy you?"
"What?"
"Just answer me."
Shinobu was pretty sure that even for them, this was a fucked up conversation.
"No," he answered coolly.
That pretty face twisted in an amused smile. "Thought so."
Before Shinobu could say anything further, Chiaki had pushed him down and climbed on top.
It was clear what he wanted. Chiaki had always been aggressive.
A sudden thought crossed Shinobu's mind.
What would Ren be like in bed?
How would those brown eyes look at his lover in the midst of sex?
Not that he'd ever know, Shinobu told himself, unreasonably angry.
He pulled Chiaki towards him roughly.
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Ren stared at his pants.
His brain and his bedsheet in a mess.
"Crap," Ren muttered in resignation. He had to clean up and get ready for school. He should dump the bedsheet into the washing machine Immediately.
A knock on his bedroom door caused him to jump.
"Ren," his mother's stern voice called out.
"Yeah?" he squeaked.
"Breakfast is on the table. I am leaving first."
It was good that along with therapy, she had started to work again. It had been hard to return to the workforce but his mother had reputation, talent and connections behind her.
"Thanks! Have a good day!" he said almost too chirpily. The stains on his underwear stared at him accusingly.
"You too."
Ren sighed in relief as he heard footsteps faded.
He forced himself to get out of bed and went through the routine like a robot.
A cold shower. Tick.
Incriminating evidence in the washing machine. Done.
A good breakfast. Sorted.
Then there was the chilly air blowing through his face on the way to the train station.
His mind was still swirling.
The dream had been so real. So real that his body was still remembering the contours of hardened bare skin against him. The details were now fuzzy but the intensity which shook him as he came remained.
His imagination was, for once, a liability.
He didn't have any experience to compare with but he couldn't help but wonder about the real thing.
Ren groaned in frustration.
Was he really fantasising, on a bright Wednesday morning, about sex with Kurosawa Shinobu?
His mobile phone rang just then. Ren peeked at the screen and gulped.
He considered not picking it up.
Then did so anyway. He was so whipped and the other boy didn't even know. Pathetic.
"Hello!' he greeted cheerfully.
"Are you coming or not?"
"W-what?!" Ren nearly shrieked.
Shinobu enunciated every word with patience. "You wanted to head to school together. I'm at the station."
Damn. He had forgotten after being a wreck all morning that he had extricated a promise from Shinobu to actually turn up for the first class.
"Yes, coming," he replied and felt a flush rising in his cheeks. "I'm nearby."
"Okay. See you," Shinobu returned sullenly and hung up.
Ren squared his shoulders and took in a deep breath.
He needed to appear normal. At least for now.
What would Shinobu do if he found out that he was the subject of Ren's very hot wet dream?
"Kill me, probably," Ren mumbled to himself.