Dima/Sukiyama Postie
Sukiyama returned home. He was worried about how long it took him to get there. But he had to finish with his job. Sukiyama knocked on the door as he unlocked it. "Dima?"
Dima barely moved as his name was called. His face was laying against the table and he was far from conscious. He'd spent a few hours in the kitchen, making dinner for Sukiyama and himself, but it'd taken the other man so long to come home, he'd fallen asleep at the table, waiting for him.
Sukiyama came in. "I'm sorry I'm late. There were some things that I had to take care of for work and they took me longer than I'd expected. But I'll start on dinner once I-" As he came into the dining room area, he noticed the meal on the table. "You... did all this?"
Dima continued to sleep, not moving.
"Dima?" Sukiyama came up behind the sleeping man, touched so deeply by the simple act.
"Mmm?" He remained mostly asleep.
Sukiyama put his hand on Dima's. "Did you do all this for me?"
"Huh?" Dima said as he blinked awake. He sat up slowly and blinked a few times. "Akira?"
Sukiyama blushed lightly. "Yeah. Sorry, work kept me busy later than I would've liked."
Dima looked around, then looked at the food he'd made. "....the food's cold."
"Dima... " Sukiyama wrapped his arms the shorter man.
Dima blinked. "Akira? Wha--?"
He just stayed silent, his eyes closed as he held the other man from behind for a long while.
Dima reached up and rested a hand on Sukiyama's cheek.
Sukiyama opened his eyes. "Thank you."
"For?"
"Doing all this for me."
"It's just dinner..."
"It means a lot to me."
"Oh," Dima nodeed. "So, what kept you?"
"We had a report that was due. It took longer to get it ready and turn in than I would have liked."
"It's really late..."
"I'm sorry, Dima. Can I make it up to you?"
DIma sighed.
Sukiyama moved to look at Dima's face. "What?"
"I just... no, nevermind. Eat up. I made dinner for you, even if it's cold now," Dima said, putting a smile on his face.
Sukiyama went and sat down and began to eat the food, tasting each bit very carefully.
Dima remained in his sleep, watching him for a bit. He put his elbow on the table, plopped his chin in his hand, and watched a bit longer before turning to look in a random direction.
"What is this?" Sukiyama asked, finding that he quite enjoyed it.
"Not sure. I just... threw things together that I found," Dima answered.
"Really, you much be a natural with cooking then. It's very good."
DIma nodded a thanks.
"Are you not going to have any?"
Dima shook his head.
"Is something wrong, Dima?"
Again, he shook his head.
"Are you sure?"
A nod this time.
Sukiyama held up some food with his chopsticks for Dima to eat. "At least try it."
"No, I'm okay, thanks," Dima answered.
Something was definately wrong. He could sense it. Hurriedly finishing the meal he stood. "Dima, I really am sorry."
Dima looked up at him. "Why?"
"I didn't mean to keep you up and upset you."
"I... wasn't kept up. I slept rather well here on the table," he said, patting the table for emphasis.
"Your neck must be stiff." Sukiyama came around and began to massage Dima's neck and shoulders.
Dima squeaked, then relaxed completely. "That's... mmm."
"Is it too hard?"
Dima shook his head, moaning.
Sukiyama kept up the massage, smiling.
Dima moaned again, enjoying the massage.
"I suppose I found something that I can perform proficently."
"Yes," Dima said, leaning against Sukiyama's touch.
"Is there anywhere else that's stiff?"
"There's about to be," Dima moaned.
"Oh, what would that be?" Sukiyama asked genuinely curious.
Dima leaned his head back and grinned wickedly.
"What is it? I'll work on it if you want."
Still grinning, Dima held his hand out for one of Sukiyama's.
Sukiyama gave one of hands to Dima.
Dima jerked him down and rested his hand on his fully clothed, yet obviously aroused member.
Sukiyama blushed, realising what kind of act was usually required to take care of that. He was a bit tired and sore to do that though... "That's bothering you, Dima? that sounds very... serious."
"Mmm, it's not bothering me..."
"Al... alright" He kept his hand in place.
Dima gave him another smile.
Sukiyama wasn't sure what to do. "What should I do, then?"
"What you want?"
"That answer is most unhelpful." Sukiyama thought aloud.
Dima chuckled. "You've got to learn somehow."
"By not knowing what to do?"
"By exploring."
"How would I do that?" Sukiyama wasn't really sure how to start
"However you want."
Sighing, Sukiyama pulled back.
Dima blinked. "What?"
"It's nothing, don't worry about it." sukiyama began to clean up the table.
"You really expect me to believe that?"
"Yes?" He took the dishes to the sink and began to wash them.
Dima sighed.
Sukiyama felt ackward again. Why did this keep happening?
Dima finally stood. “Well, I’m going to head on to bed, I guess.”
"I'll be in once I finish this."
“Alright. I’ll try and remain awake for you.”
"I apprechiate it." Sukiyama replied as he put the last of the dishes on the drying rack.
Dima waved over his shoulder and slunk into the bedroom. He immediately threw off his clothes and climbed into the bed with a sigh.
Sukiyama went into the bathroom and prepared for bed. He needed the extra time to clear his mind. It was midly aggrivating.
It was hard to keep himself awake, but he managed, somehow, to remain so in wait for Sukiyama.
Sukiyama came into the bedroom and undressed, climbing into bed beside Dima.
Dima immediately put an arm around the other man and sighed. “Akira….”
"Yes?" He answered a bit too fast.
“I wish you’d touch me,” he said, running a hand up Sukiyama’s stomach.
Sukiyama shivered. "Alright." He reached forward and put a hand around Dima's waist.
“Not… exactly what I was talking about, but I’m too tired to fight about it,” Dima said.
"Dima..." Sukiyama leaned closer so he could see the Russian with his glasses off.
“Shush you,” Dima said as he leaned forward, closing the small gap between the two and kissed Sukiyama gently. “It’s bedtime now.”
Sukiyama kissed Dima after he had pulled back.
Dima closed his eyes and kissed him back.
Sukiyama pulled Dima close.
The Russian sighed and smiled.
"Dima I really..." he couldn't bring himself to say more.
“Sh. Sleep means no talking.”
"..." Sukiyama turned his head away from Dima. "Right."
Dima put a hand to the side of Sukiyama’s face and turned it back towards him. “That doesn’t mean you can’t face me.”
Sukiyama blushed, looking deeply into Dima's eyes.
The Russian smiled.
"... night, Dima."
“Night lover.”
Sukiyama's face heated more and he closed his eyes.
Dima closed his eyes as well and, within minutes, was back asleep.