I let out a tired sigh and rubbed my eyes. It must have been at least the hundredth time today! My phone was buzzing like crazy, and it wasn't even eight in the evening yet! But what could I do? Work or no work, my family would nag me to death unless they disowned me, which was never going to happen. Probably not even if I committed murder. My parents and siblings would forgive anything. Literally. I wouldn't even be surprised if I died before my great-grandparents, who had been happily hanging around this world for a whopping 108 years, with 80 of those spent together.
Just to be clear, it was Friday. The last workday before the weekend—finally! Even though I was pulling overtime because I planned to slack off next week. It wouldn't have been such a big deal to work a nice twelve-hour shift if it weren't for the fact that my parents were celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary on Sunday. They kept calling to check if I was alive and fit enough to come with my partner, which was seriously messing up my weekend plans. Those plans involved me lying in bed, kicking Sora out because he was too energetic. Yeah, that was the plan. Poor Sora would probably end up locked up at the neighbors', raiding their fridge out of spite for being thrown out of the apartment. Oh well! It was my apartment, so he had no right to complain!
"Cade? Aren't you heading home?"
I looked up from my papers to see the secretary, who was always the last to leave.
Surprised, I glanced at my watch. Half past eight?! How? When?!
In a rush, I stuffed the papers into my bag, figuring I'd leave them for Saturday.
"I got a bit carried away," I said as an excuse, bidding her goodbye and darting out of the building so I wouldn't hold her up.
The city was already shrouded in darkness. What else could you expect from a rainy early spring evening? The lousy weather only added to my lousy mood. Although, it was still better than if it were sunny. If it had been sunny, I probably would've died because Sora's excellent mood could be felt halfway across the city on such days! I still can't understand how I fell in love with such a hyperactive kid. Okay, he wasn't a kid—he was actually older than me—but still… Ugh! Slapping him, shoving a rag in his mouth, and locking him in the basement wouldn't have been enough! He wouldn't shut up even if he were drowning!
I started my car and let it warm up for a bit, hoping it would help stop my hands from shaking so much.
The city at night didn't look half bad. A few years ago, I would've found it romantic—walking through the alleys with Sora—but time changes things. Now, I'd much rather retreat somewhere warm where his grabby hands couldn't reach me.
Yeah, right, which is why I'm heading straight to his declared territory, idiot.
I might've lied a little about the rent—he covered half of it—but still... Never mind.
When I finally parked, got out, and made my way to the apartment building, my brain had already shut down. Completely. I was just glad I managed to get the key into the lock, climb the stairs (since the elevator was out of order), and make it into my apartment.
Well, our apartment.
And any naive hopes I had that he might already be asleep or something? Gone. He wasn't asleep. The lights were on, and I could hear deep humming coming from the kitchen.
Annoyed, I kicked off my shoes, didn't bother greeting him, and locked myself in the bathroom. There, I peeled off my dreadful work clothes and finally let the warm water run over me. I didn't even bother scrubbing or soaping up—I didn't have the strength. My arms might've fallen off if I pushed them too hard.
After a hot shower—which, of course, didn't wake me up at all—I stumbled into the bedroom, collapsed naked onto the bed, and didn't care that I was still wet. So what? Maybe I'd catch a cold, skip the anniversary, and stay here while Sora went off somewhere. Then I could lounge around the apartment alone, binging on junk food, caffeine, and who knows what else. Now that would be a weekend worth having.
Yeah, except this parallel reality could never exist because no one gave me peace for even half an hour!
"Stop lying there like a slug. We're going to dinner!" someone barged into the bedroom. I didn't even bother to respond. Didn't lift my head. I was physically dead! Moving might've caused my heart to stop, and I'm too young for a stroke!
But Sora was never one to show much consideration, so he shook me.
I grabbed a pillow and shoved it into his scruffy face. "Get lost and let me sleep!" I yelled, wrapping myself in the blanket like armor. He could go wherever he wanted, but he wasn't staying here—not for another minute!
"Oh, come on, Cade!"
"No 'come on, Cade'! Just leave and let me be!" Please, just leave. I don't want to break down crying in front of you from exhaustion!
He went quiet for a moment, but I felt the mattress dip as that bulky gorilla of his sat down on it. When his warm hand settled on my hair, I couldn't hold it in anymore. It wasn't that I was a weakling, but sometimes, even a guy like me needs to let out all those pent-up tears. Just because I was twenty-five didn't mean I was some emotionally stable adult. That's what Sora was here for.
"Go away," I whispered softly, hoping he wouldn't hear that I was crying. But of course, he'd known me for seven long years, so good luck with that.
He didn't say anything. For once, he was silent. Normally, he might've actually left me alone, but not tonight, and I was surprised.
Instead, he lay down beside me, wrapped his arms around my worn-out body from behind, and buried his face into the blanket. For someone who could talk endlessly, he was quiet now, acting as gentle as a lamb.
"I'm not leaving," he finally said after a long pause. And, for once, I felt embarrassed. Sure, we'd long since moved past the sweet-talking phase, but that didn't mean his presence didn't still fluster me.
I said nothing, just closed my eyes in the darkness and let the tears fall onto the bedding. And he just stayed there, holding me, waiting patiently until I voluntarily crawled out of my blanket cocoon to be closer to him—which I did a moment later.
Yeah, Sora was always like a leech. At least sometimes. Like now.
I exhaled and turned to face him, nestling my head under the hollow of his chin so his stubble could scratch against me. I hugged him tightly, needing to feel and hear his heartbeat. I didn't look into his eyes—no way was I letting him see my teary, snot-covered face. Then he'd tease me about it for a week. No, he wouldn't. He wasn't like that.
"Cade…" he murmured softly, more insistently this time, and it made me pull back slightly to look into his dark eyes, which glimmered in the dim light.
"Hm?" I tried to respond, but my voice betrayed me. Not a sound came out, and I just stared at him with my swollen, barely-open eyes. What a sight.
He didn't say anything more. Instead of more words to break the soothing silence, he kissed me. First, a kiss to my damp hair, then to my reddened eyelids, and finally, he made his way to my lips, pressing them in a tender, comforting kiss.
Sure, he was a hyperactive nuisance who could function perfectly on just five hours of sleep, but he also knew when to shut up and act. Granted, these moments of brilliance were rare, but they did happen—like now. He wasn't exactly the most understanding person, but he'd learned that pestering me in these moments wouldn't help. At least he was adaptable.
The only sound in the room was our breathing, brushing against each other's cheeks, and the soft exhales during the kiss, followed by sharp intakes of breath when we pulled apart.
But, as I've mentioned before, while I was a physically and mentally exhausted young man, he was a hyperactive older man. Okay, just two years older, but still…
And so, the warm, calming kiss slowly morphed into something deeper and more intense. His arousal was almost palpable in the air.
Not tonight, old man.
When he shifted to hover over me, caging me in with his arms, I pushed his head away and clamped my hand over his mouth, glaring at him. Of course, his body radiated heat, and his gaze screamed that he'd been waiting for this since last Saturday.
"Not tonight," I grumbled, trying to shove him off. But I was still utterly drained, while he was at full power—because, of course, it wasn't even midnight yet.
He gently pulled my hand away from his mouth. Actually, he didn't even need to; it fell away on its own from the sheer effort it took to keep it there.
"Aw, come on, Cade!" His favorite phrase.
I shook my head firmly. "Get lost, you horny bastard." I let my arms flop uselessly onto the bed, just like the rest of my poor, demolished body. He had no sense of responsibility, no understanding that I—poor me—was dead by Friday evening. There was no way I had the energy to deal with… well, his "fifth limb."
He whined in frustration. "Cade! Please! Just once!"
Annoying little brat, I cursed silently.
"You're like a little kid. Let me sleep. You should sleep too. And tomorrow, remind me to get you some pills for hyperactivity. Or maybe I'll just knock you out and ship you to the hospital." Yeah, I was being snippy, but who wouldn't be? I was on the verge of death from exhaustion, and this idiot wanted sex. Seriously, could someone explain this to me? Or does everyone agree with me here?
Sora let out a defeated sigh and finally climbed off, though he couldn't resist stealing one last kiss.
"Good night, then," he said before leaving the room, letting me happily burrow into my blanket and finally get some sleep. Only then did it hit me—I'd been completely naked the whole time! Was that why he'd been so worked up?
Hmm, but I wasn't about to dwell on it. Sleep was the only thing on my mind.
But of course, I couldn't escape the guilt of having pushed him away so harshly. My internal arguments, like he brought it on himself, didn't really help.
Fine, I'll make it up to him tomorrow, I muttered internally, and with that thought, I finally drifted off to sleep.
***
In the morning, I actually woke up first, while Sora drooled on the pillow, his arm draped around my waist.
I watched him for a while. Maybe I talked about him like he was some jungle boy or something, but the truth was, Sora was a classic photographer—lively, enthusiastic about everything. Tall, lean, with brown hair and a slight stubble that gave him a bit of a rugged look. He was really handsome. Charming, always smiling. Just a bit too clingy and energetic for his own good.
I slipped out of bed, feeling refreshed and full of energy, and headed to the bathroom. There, I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth, and tamed my messy hair. The mirror reflected a blond guy who looked more like a startled mouse than a person. But I just shrugged it off. Whatever.
I crept back into the bedroom, where my partner was still snoozing peacefully, the clock showing 6:30 AM. It surprised me that he was still asleep, considering he usually woke up between five and six. Meanwhile, I'd really outdone myself by getting up this early since my usual wake-up time was around ten. Still, if things went as I planned today, we probably wouldn't make it to breakfast until after nine anyway.
Carefully, so as not to wake him, I leaned in and started planting kisses on his warm, exposed skin. I began at his shoulder, moving along his collarbone to his neck, where I gave him a few gentle nips before trailing up to the scruffy patch of stubble on his chin, stopping just short of his lips. I didn't want to accidentally smother him while he slept.
Yeah, if he had still been asleep, everything would have been fine, and I could've kept enjoying his innocent snoring and the look of a bearded baby. But just as I was about to go back to his neck, a firm hand gripped the nape of my neck, and suddenly everything flipped upside down.
I ended up sprawled on the bed, and if the mattress hadn't been soft enough, he might've squashed me under his weight. I was barely catching my breath because he was practically performing surgery on my tonsils with his tongue.
No, not that bad. His French kissing skills were top-notch.
"What's gotten into you this morning?" I heard his husky voice when he finally pulled back, and for the first time, I could see those black, bead-like eyes glimmering in the daylight.
"Making up for yesterday. Now, go rinse your mouth, or I'm not continuing!" I ordered, though I didn't mean it harshly. And even if it might've sounded that way, my cheerful smile said otherwise. Yeah, I was as moody as the weather. Grumpy grouch at night, cheerful tease in the morning. Which is better? Honestly, probably neither.
Sora grinned. "Yes, sir!" he said with mock seriousness, and I watched as his underwear-clad backside disappeared through the door to brush his teeth.
Sora was back in no time. Horny, hyperactive, grinning, energetic… In short, classic Sora.
"Condom or no?" he asked bluntly, even though he already knew the answer. He just couldn't help but talk, even when it wasn't necessary.
I slapped my forehead.
"Of course with it. I don't want to still be leaking tomorrow," I scoffed, but I was already pulling him in for a kiss and wrapping my legs around his hips. One thing I always liked about him was that, no matter how excited or uncontrollable he got, his body was always firm and steady. I never had to worry about stabilizing him or us ending up falling and breaking our noses.
As much as I was doing my part, so was he. Our hands wandered over familiar territory, though it felt different every time—never really familiar. Some days, the muscles were softer, some days, the skin was drier. Today, his muscles felt a bit stiffer, but that would fix itself, and his skin was warm to the touch. It wouldn't have mattered if we were both drunk or chilled to the bone. Who cared, really?
While I ran my hands through his hair, occasionally digging my nails into the muscles of his back, his hands were busy exploring my ass, getting me ready. He managed to draw some strange noises out of me—sounds I'd stopped being self-conscious about a year into our relationship. Before that, I'd felt like a fool for not even knowing how to moan properly, but apparently, I could. Because now, he abandoned my lips and started biting at my neck, wanting to hear me even more.
Luckily, our neighbors were heavy sleepers in the morning, so I didn't have to worry about them overhearing. Then again, they were probably used to it by now.
"Stop staring and get on with it already," I smacked his chest when he paused and spent a full minute just looking at me like I was some kind of painting. A drooled-on painting, at that. And red—though my redness was mostly limited to a slight flush on my cheeks, as I rarely blushed much. I'd always been too cold-blooded. Like a walking ice cream cone. Literally, since Sora couldn't resist licking me at every turn. Like a dog.
Sora shook his head in amusement above me, and I, in turn, shook mine in exasperation. But I ignored his little antics as soon as he stopped gawking and smoothly slid into me… Okay, even after seven years, it's still a bit embarrassing to admit that I'd been the bottom all but four times in our relationship—and even then, it was usually when we were drunk. The first time had been in college when we celebrated Sora's start in his career.
"You're so damn tight. It hasn't even been that long—" he started in a strained voice, but I interrupted him, equally out of breath.
"It's only been a week, idiot, now stop talking and get moving." His constant commentary during sex was way too slow for my liking. He just loved to talk through the whole act.
This time, he didn't even laugh at my growling because… Damn, he couldn't! Even I shut up, twisting under him like a boiled noodle on a fork. Literally. I couldn't manage a coherent word, only mumbling his name between loud cries.
As I mentioned, he was always firm and steady, and so were his thrusts. Not particularly fast, but sharp and precise. Normally, it might have hurt, but he was hitting my prostate, and I… I was completely gone.
So yeah, I probably wouldn't be sitting comfortably at the anniversary dinner on Sunday, since my pleas for a faster rhythm and deeper thrusts were, unexpectedly, granted.
"Sora!" I babbled nonsensically, not even aware of what was coming out of my mouth. Then again, I never was—unless I was at work, where I held the honorable position of an economist.
Though I did keep track of one thing: my climax. That was impossible to ignore.
I must've looked like a flailing fish, arching my back so much I nearly snapped my spine, squeezing his hips between my thighs, and feverishly searching for his lips. Even from him, I heard the same strange noises that were coming out of me.
Since it was morning and a week-long sex drought had done its work, it was no surprise that we were both spent after a while. But who said we had to stop there, right?
We simply couldn't. And since it was only eight o'clock, who cared if we went for round two? No one. Except maybe my ass, which would've been complaining just as much after the first round anyway.
***
"Damn it, now I'm going to need a pile of cushions," I grumbled, bouncing slightly on Sora's thighs as I sat on his lap during breakfast because he refused to let me go.
Sora just kissed my neck and kept happily munching on his scrambled eggs.
"At least you're not so stressed out anymore, huh?" Ever the optimist.
"Yeah, sure. But that doesn't mean I don't have the right to complain!"
"You don't. You asked for it yourself," Sora replied with infuriating accuracy.
I kicked him in the shin with my heel and smugly started eating his eggs. After all, I hadn't made myself any breakfast. What's his is mine. But not the other way around.
"I really should try that ointment my sister recommended," I muttered thoughtfully.
Sora wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. Seriously, this guy was like a bearded leech.
Not that I minded.
"What kind?"
"The kind she and her husband use for the weirdest things."
"And you don't do weird things with me?"
"We're guys, not married, so it doesn't count."
"And what if… we were married?" Sora ventured hesitantly, quickly stuffing another bite into his mouth to avoid blurting out anything more.
I blinked at him, surprised. His cheeks were slightly red.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, but only if you'd want to," he shrugged.
I couldn't believe it. Honestly, I'd thought about it, maybe three years ago, but then work happened, and my brain switched to work mode. Now though…
Playfully, I pinched his cheek to ease the awkwardness. "When you get down on one knee with a ring, I might just say yes. But this is not how you propose. I may be a guy, but I still expect a proper proposal! Or do I need to put on a circus for you instead?"
Sora shook his head vehemently. "No, absolutely not. I'll plan the best proposal, straight out of a fairy tale."
"Oh?" I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "So no bloodthirsty lizard, no leech, no jungle man? I'd like to see that," I finished, earning a playful pinch on my side.
"Stop ruining it," he grumbled. I just smirked.
"Fine."
Even though I was grumpy, and he was hyperactive, we still cared about each other. Scratch that. We loved each other. And not with that dumb puppy love where your heart races and you blush. That was too weak. We gave each other heart attacks with how unbearable we were.
I looked at Sora thoughtfully, making him lift his eyes to meet mine. "I keep wondering how it's possible—and I've probably said this before—but I love you, Tarzan."
A grin spread across Sora's face, and he kissed me. "Yeah, I love you too, my Jane."
I playfully slapped him, pretending to be annoyed. "I'm not a woman."
Sora smirked in mock doubt but didn't argue. Instead, he kissed me again.
And after that?
After that, we decided my ass hurt enough to justify sprawling out on the couch to watch Tarzan.
note:
sorry i just picked up some story from 4 years ago and translated it (mostly thanks to the translator but some words even the translator can't handle) so sorry for the mistakes. I was too lazy to correct it propertly. I wrote it in my 16, heh, so it's kinda stupid...