*shattered*
So it was Yuuta's birthday. And miska158 and I had a conversation that went something like this:
Yuutan: I wants Yuuta b-day!fic.
Me: ...Fine. I'll write you one.
Yuutan: Yay!!
It started out as going to be a under 1000 words short!fic. It is now a over 3000 words character development fic. Hahaha. It's in three parts. Morning, lunch, evening.
Title: Birthday (Creative, no?)
Pairing: Yuumi
Rating: PG-13 (kisses, groping, almost nakedness)
Disclaimer: Not mine..
Summary: Mizuki spoils Yuuta for his birthday.
Mizuki tapped the circled date on his calendar and tugged a curl of hair thoughtfully. Yuuta hadn't mentioned anything to him, which was probably a good indicator that Yuuta did not want Mizuki to do anything extravagant for his birthday. Of course, maybe it was that Yuuta never wanted to do anything extravagant for his birthday, and yet knew that Mizuki would, no matter what he said, and therefore had just given up telling Mizuki that he didn't want a big party or anything. In this, Mizuki thought that perhaps Yuuta was right. A big party usually meant lots of people... lots of people meant that Yuuta had to spread his attention around a little more, was busier, more occupied. A small party would be better. Then more of his attention would be on Mizuki. A dinner with just the two of them would be the best thing. Then all of Yuuta's attention would be on Mizuki. The rest of the team would no doubt want to wish Yuuta a happy birthday... but maybe he could organise something so that both worked.
Creeping up behind Yuuta in a manner that Yuuta had told him not to do countless times, Mizuki sprang forward and wrapped both arms firmly around Yuuta's waist on the tennis courts. "Happy birthday, Yuuta-kun," he murmured sweetly in Yuuta's ear, watching said ear (and the other ear, and both cheeks) turn red as Yuuta squeaked in surprise and dropped his racket. As the younger boy bent over to retrieve his racket, Mizuki reached out and pinched his left buttock.
Yuuta squeaked indignantly again, and jumped around. "Mizuki-san!" The boy huffed, thoroughly embarrassed as the rest of the team sniggered. "I've said don't do that!" He crossed his arms and tried to look cross. Tried, because Mizuki had pulled him into a forward hug this time, and was kissing his neck, looking completely contrite. Oh, bother. Yuuta could never be angry at his manager when Mizuki did that innocent face. Especially when Mizuki was kissing him. Even though he knew that it was fake and that inside, Mizuki was actually going 'Nfu~nfu~nfu~nfu~' "Th- the team's watching," Yuuta stammered, glancing over at everyone else on the courts. It was only him that Mizuki liked to publicly embarrass.
It was with a dismissive snort that Mizuki treated Yuuta's comment. "Get back to training, or I'll add drills!" The boy threatened loudly, scaring everyone away as he pulled Yuuta to the side, pinning him to the mesh fence outlining the tennis courts and thoroughly kissing the younger boy until he was satisfied that Yuuta would be thinking of him for the rest of the day.
That was at 7 am.
Yuuta was in his usual seat in the canteen, in the corner and away from people, which was something he liked. "Boo." He jumped a little as a familiar voice startled him, and he almost dropped his rice onto his lap. Mizuki ruffled his hair, and sidled onto the seat next to him so that the length of their thighs touched, and smirked naughtily. Yuuta blushed, but let him. "So? How has your birthday been so far?" Ever since Mizuki had brought up the topic earlier, Yuuta knew that he was up to something. He was Mizuki. He couldn't not be up to something. Every time they had passed in the corridor, Mizuki had a smile, a touch, a squeeze, a pat. It was... nice, actually. He still suspected that the other boy had something planned.
"It's... good. Lots of people seem to know though," Yuuta frowned. "I've been getting giggles and 'happy birthday's and... and..." he trailed off, blushing as he hurriedly shovelled some rice into his food. Mizuki raised his eyebrows in a way that blatantly said 'And what?!' as he ate his own food in a much more mannerly way. "And kisses," Yuuta confided. It was kinda... weird. And random. Mizuki laughed. Yuuta punched his manager softly in the arm. "It's not funny!" He protested.
"It is still there then?" Mizuki asked, a wide grin still curled across his lips. Yuuta frowned. What? Mizuki leaned around the back of Yuuta, chuckled, and peeled something off Yuuta's shirt. 'It's his birthday; give him kisses' the note read in neat handwriting. "Nfu~" Mizuki said in amusement as Yuuta gaped at him in incredulity.
"Mizuki-san!" His ears went as red as a tomato. Or well, two tomatoes, really. "You-! Did you- You stuck that on my back!" he accused shrilly, now understanding why the girls had been giggling loudly and then looking away when he turned around. Mizuki gave a non-repentant shrug and finished off his lunch. "Mizuki-san!" Yuuta spluttered, quite unable to think of much else to say.
Wiping his lips delicately with a napkin, Mizuki suddenly turned and cornered Yuuta in his little corner. Yuuta eyed the boy warily, wondering for perhaps the first time in his life why he liked corners. They were so easy for Mizuki to trap him in. The older boy laughed softly at Yuuta's caged animal impression, and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "So tell me," he murmured, "I kiss better than they do, right?" He captured Yuuta's lips with his own, as Yuuta tried to push him off. To absolutely no avail. He surrendered to the older boy's pushiness, and let himself relax under Mizuki's damn fine kisses.
"Yes," Yuuta admitted shyly, curling into Mizuki's arms. If he was honest with himself, he loved it when Mizuki paid him this much attention. It might have been something to do with the fact that he was always just 'Fuji's younger brother', or 'the prodigy-boy's brother' until Mizuki came along. Mizuki always took him on his own grounds, as 'Yuuta', not the dumber, clumsier, younger brother.
Mizuki's smiled spread smugly. "Good," he whispered. With a final kiss, the boy took his tray and headed off. "I'll see you at after-school training," he smiled. Yuuta watched him go, and then poked his food. Damn Mizuki for being able to make him forget his lunch. Urgh. His rice was cold.
That was lunch, at 1:30 pm.
Yuuta panted hard, as training drew to a close. He'd worked hard today, and was pleased with himself. He was currently working through a drill where he returned balls coming from different areas of the opposite court in quick succession, with several team mates acting as the servers from different spots on the court. He frowned and concentrated hard; it seemed to be getting harder, and fasted, sometimes two balls coming almost at the same time.
The boy gasped as he pelted around the court as the drill speeded up, and took Yuuta a while to realise that this was not a part of the training. All his team mates were grinning at him as they pelted tennis balls at him. He dropped his racket and flung his arms up to shield his face as literally an entire swarm of balls thundered at him, and laughed. He loved messing about with his team. Someone tackled him, and the boy suddenly found himself on the floor with most of his team sprawled on top of him.
Light revealed itself soon after, and the boy heaved deep breaths. "You lot... need to go on diets," he wheezed, though he couldn't stop himself from grinning. He knew that this was their way of wishing him a happy birthday. He noticed that Mizuki, who usually refrained from such rough activities, had been first down on the pile. He glanced at the older boy quizzically. Mizuki did that little shrug that meant nothing and everything, and tugged Yuuta in for a one-armed hug, as the team hauled Yuuta into the clubroom and made a complete botch of being subtle at getting out the cake and candles and wafting smoke out of the window lest the fire alarm went off whilst Mizuki yanked Yuuta into the shower. Fresh, clean, and thoroughly molested although not in an unpleasing manner yet again, Yuuta divided up the cake and shared it mostly around his friends and watched his team laugh and joke and banter around. It felt good. It felt like home.
That was after training, at 5 pm.
As the team started leaving to get various bits of homework or other errands done, Yuuta felt the bubbly feeling inside start to calm down, as adrenaline left him feeling kinda tired, but in a satisfied way. Mizuki had remained behind with him, and pulled Yuuta to him by a finger tucked into one of Yuuta's belt loops. "So. Will you spend the evening with me?" Mizuki made a show of straightening out Yuuta's clothes, which was really just an excuse to touch Yuuta.
The younger boy ducked his head in embarrassment. "You know you don't have to ask me that," he said gruffly, as they headed for Mizuki's room. In private, Mizuki sat leisurely on the floor, and Yuuta tucked himself comfortably into the V of Mizuki's legs, leaning on Mizuki's warm body. Mizuki swept his hands firmly, commandingly, across Yuuta's chest, his shoulders, his back, his waist, his hips, his face. Mizuki let it show in his eyes that he loved just touching Yuuta. He alternately kissed Yuuta passionately, or nuzzled against Yuuta's cheek, neck, into his back. The tickling feeling and the breezy smell of Mizuki's hair made him feel light-headed as he let the other boy grope him. He suddenly turned and fisted handfuls of Mizuki's hair and buried his nose into the slightly damp and messy locks on a giddy impulse. Usually it was Mizuki who made the forward moves. Yuuta had always felt like the ugly ducking of the family, and this whole adolescence thing made him feel awkward and gawky, which in turn made him hesitant about making any moves whatsoever. However, the look Mizuki gave him after he let go almost made him instantly do it again.
"Did you think of me all day?" his manager asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and it only took the sweet spreading of a pink tinge over Yuuta's cheekbones for Mizuki to know that indeed, Yuuta had. Indeed, that had been his intention after all. "Good," he said firmly, tracing the war patches on Yuuta's cheeks. He thrived on touching Yuuta. The other boy gave him something he couldn't find in anyone else. Yuuta was his inspiration, his motivation, his reward, all without knowing it.
Yuuta shivered as he saw the intense look on Mizuki's face. He'd seen variations of it before. It was the look that Mizuki had worn when there was that girl on the street who had smiled seductively at Yuuta. It was the look at Mizuki had worn on Valentine's Day, when Yuuta had gotten gifts from anonymous admirers. It was the look that Mizuki had worn to get his only detention ever, when he had started a fight with one of the boys in Yuuta's year for trying to corner Yuuta in a classroom for a kiss. It was Mizuki's possessive look, the one that made Yuuta's insides do triple somersaults backwards, because he knew then that Mizuki absolutely did want him, and it wasn't just a little boy's delusion.
There must have been something in his face that had alerted Mizuki, because the boy firmly cupped the back of his head, and kissed him, pushing like he wanted to crawl into Yuuta's mouth. It was a kiss which made Yuuta's senses go crazy for a bit. "Mizuki-san," he said shyly, flushing hard enough that Mizuki could have taken him outside and planted him as a red light. He loved Mizuki's frantic touchings as much as Mizuki loved touching him. He thrived on the attention, because it was attention for him, and only him, and it was from Mizuki.
"I have something for you," Mizuki pinched his cheek lightly, fondly, and got up to saunter towards the tiny little fridge the boy had sneaked in. Yes, he had insisted on bringing a fridge to boarding school. "Here," he took out a small chocolate cake, and Yuuta gave him a look. He knew where that cake had come from, and he knew how much it had cost. It was the one he had made a casual remark about liking the design of in the catalogue when they had been out in town a few weekends ago. He had never even thought twice about it, but apparently Mizuki had been listening to what he was saying the whole time. "Aren't you going to eat it?"
The older boy pushed the whole thing towards Yuuta, and Yuuta looked a little alarmed. It was a smallish cake, as cakes went, but to eat the whole thing by himself? That seemed a bit rude. "Aren't you going to have some?" He asked weakly, trying to convey that he would actually feel quite bad if Mizuki tried to get him to eat the whole thing himself, delectable as it looked. Mizuki gave Yuuta a sweet, perfect smile.
And suddenly the cake was not so delectable as the boy in front of him.
"I'll eat a bit... if you feed me," Mizuki leaned forwards and nibbled Yuuta's ear.
Yuuta chuckled a chuckle that was almost a giggle, and cut a slice out for his manager, dropping crumbs everywhere and smearing some of the chocolate topping over the side of Mizuki's mouth. Mizuki really did giggle, as he attempted to eat both the cake and Yuuta's fingers, to which his kouhai protested laughingly. Yuuta leant forward and after a moment's hesitation, gently licked the stray chocolate off the side of Mizuki's mouth, before sitting back and licking his lips nervously. Had that been appropriate? Mizuki ruffling his short hair told him so, and he smiled back at the other boy, wiping his fingers of chocolate and cake. Mizuki was probably the only person who could make him smile so much.
Reaching for the knife, Mizuki grinned. "My turn," he said. Yuuta made a feeble protest; he hadn't said anything earlier about feeding him! Mizuki was not to be put off pampering his special birthday boy however, and he popped a just-right sized piece of cake into Yuuta's mouth to stop him from protesting. It really did stop Yuuta from protesting, and any other sort of communication too, as his brain broke down from the gorgeousness of the cake. Mizuki seemed to take a triumphant stand on that, and it wasn't long before the whole cake was gone, and there had been his mouth and Mizuki's fingers and Mizuki's mouth and his own fingers somehow involved with the disappearance of the cake into Yuuta's stomach, although the taste and the sensation of Mizuki made him unsure of exactly what had happened. It might have involved a little bit of giggling, too.
"You," Mizuki wiped his mouth motherly with a napkin, "are such a mucky pup." Yuuta giggled again. He was vaguely aware that he sounded rather inebriated, but he hadn't consumed any alcohol. He was drunk on Mizuki. The older boy was undoing Yuuta's shirt, and Yuuta let him, sucking on Mizuki's full and pouty lower lip, because Mizuki had made him who he was, Mizuki had let him see that he was worth something, more than a weak thing trailing in the shadow of his brother's glory, more than second-best. Mizuki had given him a chance, Mizuki had looked after him in a new school atmosphere, Mizuki had gone out of his way to help Yuuta with homework, Mizuki made Yuuta not feel awkward and clumsy, and pathetic. Mizuki had done far too much for Yuuta, and he was grateful; he wanted to give something back. He wanted to be helpful in return. Being around Mizuki made Yuuta less grouchy, less unsociable. Being intimate with Mizuki made Yuuta's head spin, and want to do anything to please the other boy.
Sliding the shirt off, Mizuki gave Yuuta a dirty, filthy, absolutely thrilled look as his hands dragged along Yuuta's skin. The boys were on the bed and Yuuta lost his trousers between that look and the next round of kissing, wherein Mizuki's delightfully curious tongue insisted on having free range in Yuuta's mouth, and as Yuuta's head dropped back, a pillow was hastily pushed underneath it. He smiled gratefully, and Mizuki gave him an astonished look, placing a finger over his lips.
"What?" Yuuta asked, trying to bite his sempai's finger.
Mizuki lightly tapped the younger boy's cheek in a mock spank, and smiled down at him. "I love it when you smile, Yuuta-kun," he said tracing the lips with his finger. "Because you smile so infrequently." The Second-Year just now noticed that Mizuki's shirt and trousers were gone too, and traced his hands down the white, white skin, ducking his head again. Mizuki knew just how to make him embarrassed. He'd always wanted to touch that skin when they were in the showers, but never quite dared. It just felt right to do it now. It was so different to his own, and Yuuta wondered once again what Mizuki was doing with a boy like him. Not that he was complaining at all.
There was Mizuki's hand, with it's long, slim fingers, sliding up and down Yuuta's hip. Mizuki was fascinated by Yuuta's hips, because they were prominent, and he traced them endlessly. "Mizuki-san," Yuuta started nervously, as he watched Mizuki's hand pass delicately close to his groin area, "I don't think we should... I mean- I don't think that I can... Er, I feel uncomfortable about..." he didn't want to finish the sentence. He didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. He didn't want to upset Mizuki-san. But he just wasn't ready.
The crop of curly hair bounced up with a startled look. "What?" Mizuki's frowned. "Yuuta... I wasn't thinking of that "Promise. I was just thinking how much I liked your hips," he confessed with a small laugh in his voice. "Do you feel uncomfortable if I do this?" he asked concernedly as he wrapped both arms around the boy's waist and snuggled up close on the bed. "Because... I'll stop it if you do. But I do like being close to you," Mizuki gently pressed a kiss onto Yuuta's cheek.
Yuuta's worries immediately disappeared. He should have known that Mizuki would know. He should have trusted that Mizuki wasn't going to push, wasn't going to complain, or anything else. He should have known that Mizuki would accept him on his own terms. He curled his arms around Mizuki's arms, as he wriggled his back into Mizuki's chest. "Nah, I don't mind. Feels good," he said, feeling Mizuki lean his head over, and the soft curls just brushed his jaw line. He liked Mizuki with soft, fluffy hair. He'd ask the boy tomorrow if he would stop setting his hair up in wet wax.
"Oh, wait a minute. We can't sleep like this," Mizuki suddenly grumped, and sat up. Yuuta blinked at him. Did he mean like brushing their teeth and stuff? Honestly, Yuuta wouldn't have bothered until the morning. It was only once, and it wasn't like he didn't have decent teeth anyway. However, Mizuki was apparently not thinking of that, as he picked up a slipper, and started bashing at the wall near the light switch until it finally connected and the light clicked off. Mizuki threw said slipper across the room and snuggled back down again.
Well guess what just killed the romantic mood, Yuuta thought dryly. Mizuki tilted his head and kissed him on the neck. "Happy birthday, Yuuta." Yuuta took Mizuki's hand in his. Well. They could always get it back again.
That was February 18th, Yuuta's birthday.
Yuutan: I wants Yuuta b-day!fic.
Me: ...Fine. I'll write you one.
Yuutan: Yay!!
It started out as going to be a under 1000 words short!fic. It is now a over 3000 words character development fic. Hahaha. It's in three parts. Morning, lunch, evening.
Title: Birthday (Creative, no?)
Pairing: Yuumi
Rating: PG-13 (kisses, groping, almost nakedness)
Disclaimer: Not mine..
Summary: Mizuki spoils Yuuta for his birthday.
Mizuki tapped the circled date on his calendar and tugged a curl of hair thoughtfully. Yuuta hadn't mentioned anything to him, which was probably a good indicator that Yuuta did not want Mizuki to do anything extravagant for his birthday. Of course, maybe it was that Yuuta never wanted to do anything extravagant for his birthday, and yet knew that Mizuki would, no matter what he said, and therefore had just given up telling Mizuki that he didn't want a big party or anything. In this, Mizuki thought that perhaps Yuuta was right. A big party usually meant lots of people... lots of people meant that Yuuta had to spread his attention around a little more, was busier, more occupied. A small party would be better. Then more of his attention would be on Mizuki. A dinner with just the two of them would be the best thing. Then all of Yuuta's attention would be on Mizuki. The rest of the team would no doubt want to wish Yuuta a happy birthday... but maybe he could organise something so that both worked.
Creeping up behind Yuuta in a manner that Yuuta had told him not to do countless times, Mizuki sprang forward and wrapped both arms firmly around Yuuta's waist on the tennis courts. "Happy birthday, Yuuta-kun," he murmured sweetly in Yuuta's ear, watching said ear (and the other ear, and both cheeks) turn red as Yuuta squeaked in surprise and dropped his racket. As the younger boy bent over to retrieve his racket, Mizuki reached out and pinched his left buttock.
Yuuta squeaked indignantly again, and jumped around. "Mizuki-san!" The boy huffed, thoroughly embarrassed as the rest of the team sniggered. "I've said don't do that!" He crossed his arms and tried to look cross. Tried, because Mizuki had pulled him into a forward hug this time, and was kissing his neck, looking completely contrite. Oh, bother. Yuuta could never be angry at his manager when Mizuki did that innocent face. Especially when Mizuki was kissing him. Even though he knew that it was fake and that inside, Mizuki was actually going 'Nfu~nfu~nfu~nfu~' "Th- the team's watching," Yuuta stammered, glancing over at everyone else on the courts. It was only him that Mizuki liked to publicly embarrass.
It was with a dismissive snort that Mizuki treated Yuuta's comment. "Get back to training, or I'll add drills!" The boy threatened loudly, scaring everyone away as he pulled Yuuta to the side, pinning him to the mesh fence outlining the tennis courts and thoroughly kissing the younger boy until he was satisfied that Yuuta would be thinking of him for the rest of the day.
That was at 7 am.
Yuuta was in his usual seat in the canteen, in the corner and away from people, which was something he liked. "Boo." He jumped a little as a familiar voice startled him, and he almost dropped his rice onto his lap. Mizuki ruffled his hair, and sidled onto the seat next to him so that the length of their thighs touched, and smirked naughtily. Yuuta blushed, but let him. "So? How has your birthday been so far?" Ever since Mizuki had brought up the topic earlier, Yuuta knew that he was up to something. He was Mizuki. He couldn't not be up to something. Every time they had passed in the corridor, Mizuki had a smile, a touch, a squeeze, a pat. It was... nice, actually. He still suspected that the other boy had something planned.
"It's... good. Lots of people seem to know though," Yuuta frowned. "I've been getting giggles and 'happy birthday's and... and..." he trailed off, blushing as he hurriedly shovelled some rice into his food. Mizuki raised his eyebrows in a way that blatantly said 'And what?!' as he ate his own food in a much more mannerly way. "And kisses," Yuuta confided. It was kinda... weird. And random. Mizuki laughed. Yuuta punched his manager softly in the arm. "It's not funny!" He protested.
"It is still there then?" Mizuki asked, a wide grin still curled across his lips. Yuuta frowned. What? Mizuki leaned around the back of Yuuta, chuckled, and peeled something off Yuuta's shirt. 'It's his birthday; give him kisses' the note read in neat handwriting. "Nfu~" Mizuki said in amusement as Yuuta gaped at him in incredulity.
"Mizuki-san!" His ears went as red as a tomato. Or well, two tomatoes, really. "You-! Did you- You stuck that on my back!" he accused shrilly, now understanding why the girls had been giggling loudly and then looking away when he turned around. Mizuki gave a non-repentant shrug and finished off his lunch. "Mizuki-san!" Yuuta spluttered, quite unable to think of much else to say.
Wiping his lips delicately with a napkin, Mizuki suddenly turned and cornered Yuuta in his little corner. Yuuta eyed the boy warily, wondering for perhaps the first time in his life why he liked corners. They were so easy for Mizuki to trap him in. The older boy laughed softly at Yuuta's caged animal impression, and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "So tell me," he murmured, "I kiss better than they do, right?" He captured Yuuta's lips with his own, as Yuuta tried to push him off. To absolutely no avail. He surrendered to the older boy's pushiness, and let himself relax under Mizuki's damn fine kisses.
"Yes," Yuuta admitted shyly, curling into Mizuki's arms. If he was honest with himself, he loved it when Mizuki paid him this much attention. It might have been something to do with the fact that he was always just 'Fuji's younger brother', or 'the prodigy-boy's brother' until Mizuki came along. Mizuki always took him on his own grounds, as 'Yuuta', not the dumber, clumsier, younger brother.
Mizuki's smiled spread smugly. "Good," he whispered. With a final kiss, the boy took his tray and headed off. "I'll see you at after-school training," he smiled. Yuuta watched him go, and then poked his food. Damn Mizuki for being able to make him forget his lunch. Urgh. His rice was cold.
That was lunch, at 1:30 pm.
Yuuta panted hard, as training drew to a close. He'd worked hard today, and was pleased with himself. He was currently working through a drill where he returned balls coming from different areas of the opposite court in quick succession, with several team mates acting as the servers from different spots on the court. He frowned and concentrated hard; it seemed to be getting harder, and fasted, sometimes two balls coming almost at the same time.
The boy gasped as he pelted around the court as the drill speeded up, and took Yuuta a while to realise that this was not a part of the training. All his team mates were grinning at him as they pelted tennis balls at him. He dropped his racket and flung his arms up to shield his face as literally an entire swarm of balls thundered at him, and laughed. He loved messing about with his team. Someone tackled him, and the boy suddenly found himself on the floor with most of his team sprawled on top of him.
Light revealed itself soon after, and the boy heaved deep breaths. "You lot... need to go on diets," he wheezed, though he couldn't stop himself from grinning. He knew that this was their way of wishing him a happy birthday. He noticed that Mizuki, who usually refrained from such rough activities, had been first down on the pile. He glanced at the older boy quizzically. Mizuki did that little shrug that meant nothing and everything, and tugged Yuuta in for a one-armed hug, as the team hauled Yuuta into the clubroom and made a complete botch of being subtle at getting out the cake and candles and wafting smoke out of the window lest the fire alarm went off whilst Mizuki yanked Yuuta into the shower. Fresh, clean, and thoroughly molested although not in an unpleasing manner yet again, Yuuta divided up the cake and shared it mostly around his friends and watched his team laugh and joke and banter around. It felt good. It felt like home.
That was after training, at 5 pm.
As the team started leaving to get various bits of homework or other errands done, Yuuta felt the bubbly feeling inside start to calm down, as adrenaline left him feeling kinda tired, but in a satisfied way. Mizuki had remained behind with him, and pulled Yuuta to him by a finger tucked into one of Yuuta's belt loops. "So. Will you spend the evening with me?" Mizuki made a show of straightening out Yuuta's clothes, which was really just an excuse to touch Yuuta.
The younger boy ducked his head in embarrassment. "You know you don't have to ask me that," he said gruffly, as they headed for Mizuki's room. In private, Mizuki sat leisurely on the floor, and Yuuta tucked himself comfortably into the V of Mizuki's legs, leaning on Mizuki's warm body. Mizuki swept his hands firmly, commandingly, across Yuuta's chest, his shoulders, his back, his waist, his hips, his face. Mizuki let it show in his eyes that he loved just touching Yuuta. He alternately kissed Yuuta passionately, or nuzzled against Yuuta's cheek, neck, into his back. The tickling feeling and the breezy smell of Mizuki's hair made him feel light-headed as he let the other boy grope him. He suddenly turned and fisted handfuls of Mizuki's hair and buried his nose into the slightly damp and messy locks on a giddy impulse. Usually it was Mizuki who made the forward moves. Yuuta had always felt like the ugly ducking of the family, and this whole adolescence thing made him feel awkward and gawky, which in turn made him hesitant about making any moves whatsoever. However, the look Mizuki gave him after he let go almost made him instantly do it again.
"Did you think of me all day?" his manager asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and it only took the sweet spreading of a pink tinge over Yuuta's cheekbones for Mizuki to know that indeed, Yuuta had. Indeed, that had been his intention after all. "Good," he said firmly, tracing the war patches on Yuuta's cheeks. He thrived on touching Yuuta. The other boy gave him something he couldn't find in anyone else. Yuuta was his inspiration, his motivation, his reward, all without knowing it.
Yuuta shivered as he saw the intense look on Mizuki's face. He'd seen variations of it before. It was the look that Mizuki had worn when there was that girl on the street who had smiled seductively at Yuuta. It was the look at Mizuki had worn on Valentine's Day, when Yuuta had gotten gifts from anonymous admirers. It was the look that Mizuki had worn to get his only detention ever, when he had started a fight with one of the boys in Yuuta's year for trying to corner Yuuta in a classroom for a kiss. It was Mizuki's possessive look, the one that made Yuuta's insides do triple somersaults backwards, because he knew then that Mizuki absolutely did want him, and it wasn't just a little boy's delusion.
There must have been something in his face that had alerted Mizuki, because the boy firmly cupped the back of his head, and kissed him, pushing like he wanted to crawl into Yuuta's mouth. It was a kiss which made Yuuta's senses go crazy for a bit. "Mizuki-san," he said shyly, flushing hard enough that Mizuki could have taken him outside and planted him as a red light. He loved Mizuki's frantic touchings as much as Mizuki loved touching him. He thrived on the attention, because it was attention for him, and only him, and it was from Mizuki.
"I have something for you," Mizuki pinched his cheek lightly, fondly, and got up to saunter towards the tiny little fridge the boy had sneaked in. Yes, he had insisted on bringing a fridge to boarding school. "Here," he took out a small chocolate cake, and Yuuta gave him a look. He knew where that cake had come from, and he knew how much it had cost. It was the one he had made a casual remark about liking the design of in the catalogue when they had been out in town a few weekends ago. He had never even thought twice about it, but apparently Mizuki had been listening to what he was saying the whole time. "Aren't you going to eat it?"
The older boy pushed the whole thing towards Yuuta, and Yuuta looked a little alarmed. It was a smallish cake, as cakes went, but to eat the whole thing by himself? That seemed a bit rude. "Aren't you going to have some?" He asked weakly, trying to convey that he would actually feel quite bad if Mizuki tried to get him to eat the whole thing himself, delectable as it looked. Mizuki gave Yuuta a sweet, perfect smile.
And suddenly the cake was not so delectable as the boy in front of him.
"I'll eat a bit... if you feed me," Mizuki leaned forwards and nibbled Yuuta's ear.
Yuuta chuckled a chuckle that was almost a giggle, and cut a slice out for his manager, dropping crumbs everywhere and smearing some of the chocolate topping over the side of Mizuki's mouth. Mizuki really did giggle, as he attempted to eat both the cake and Yuuta's fingers, to which his kouhai protested laughingly. Yuuta leant forward and after a moment's hesitation, gently licked the stray chocolate off the side of Mizuki's mouth, before sitting back and licking his lips nervously. Had that been appropriate? Mizuki ruffling his short hair told him so, and he smiled back at the other boy, wiping his fingers of chocolate and cake. Mizuki was probably the only person who could make him smile so much.
Reaching for the knife, Mizuki grinned. "My turn," he said. Yuuta made a feeble protest; he hadn't said anything earlier about feeding him! Mizuki was not to be put off pampering his special birthday boy however, and he popped a just-right sized piece of cake into Yuuta's mouth to stop him from protesting. It really did stop Yuuta from protesting, and any other sort of communication too, as his brain broke down from the gorgeousness of the cake. Mizuki seemed to take a triumphant stand on that, and it wasn't long before the whole cake was gone, and there had been his mouth and Mizuki's fingers and Mizuki's mouth and his own fingers somehow involved with the disappearance of the cake into Yuuta's stomach, although the taste and the sensation of Mizuki made him unsure of exactly what had happened. It might have involved a little bit of giggling, too.
"You," Mizuki wiped his mouth motherly with a napkin, "are such a mucky pup." Yuuta giggled again. He was vaguely aware that he sounded rather inebriated, but he hadn't consumed any alcohol. He was drunk on Mizuki. The older boy was undoing Yuuta's shirt, and Yuuta let him, sucking on Mizuki's full and pouty lower lip, because Mizuki had made him who he was, Mizuki had let him see that he was worth something, more than a weak thing trailing in the shadow of his brother's glory, more than second-best. Mizuki had given him a chance, Mizuki had looked after him in a new school atmosphere, Mizuki had gone out of his way to help Yuuta with homework, Mizuki made Yuuta not feel awkward and clumsy, and pathetic. Mizuki had done far too much for Yuuta, and he was grateful; he wanted to give something back. He wanted to be helpful in return. Being around Mizuki made Yuuta less grouchy, less unsociable. Being intimate with Mizuki made Yuuta's head spin, and want to do anything to please the other boy.
Sliding the shirt off, Mizuki gave Yuuta a dirty, filthy, absolutely thrilled look as his hands dragged along Yuuta's skin. The boys were on the bed and Yuuta lost his trousers between that look and the next round of kissing, wherein Mizuki's delightfully curious tongue insisted on having free range in Yuuta's mouth, and as Yuuta's head dropped back, a pillow was hastily pushed underneath it. He smiled gratefully, and Mizuki gave him an astonished look, placing a finger over his lips.
"What?" Yuuta asked, trying to bite his sempai's finger.
Mizuki lightly tapped the younger boy's cheek in a mock spank, and smiled down at him. "I love it when you smile, Yuuta-kun," he said tracing the lips with his finger. "Because you smile so infrequently." The Second-Year just now noticed that Mizuki's shirt and trousers were gone too, and traced his hands down the white, white skin, ducking his head again. Mizuki knew just how to make him embarrassed. He'd always wanted to touch that skin when they were in the showers, but never quite dared. It just felt right to do it now. It was so different to his own, and Yuuta wondered once again what Mizuki was doing with a boy like him. Not that he was complaining at all.
There was Mizuki's hand, with it's long, slim fingers, sliding up and down Yuuta's hip. Mizuki was fascinated by Yuuta's hips, because they were prominent, and he traced them endlessly. "Mizuki-san," Yuuta started nervously, as he watched Mizuki's hand pass delicately close to his groin area, "I don't think we should... I mean- I don't think that I can... Er, I feel uncomfortable about..." he didn't want to finish the sentence. He didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. He didn't want to upset Mizuki-san. But he just wasn't ready.
The crop of curly hair bounced up with a startled look. "What?" Mizuki's frowned. "Yuuta... I wasn't thinking of that "Promise. I was just thinking how much I liked your hips," he confessed with a small laugh in his voice. "Do you feel uncomfortable if I do this?" he asked concernedly as he wrapped both arms around the boy's waist and snuggled up close on the bed. "Because... I'll stop it if you do. But I do like being close to you," Mizuki gently pressed a kiss onto Yuuta's cheek.
Yuuta's worries immediately disappeared. He should have known that Mizuki would know. He should have trusted that Mizuki wasn't going to push, wasn't going to complain, or anything else. He should have known that Mizuki would accept him on his own terms. He curled his arms around Mizuki's arms, as he wriggled his back into Mizuki's chest. "Nah, I don't mind. Feels good," he said, feeling Mizuki lean his head over, and the soft curls just brushed his jaw line. He liked Mizuki with soft, fluffy hair. He'd ask the boy tomorrow if he would stop setting his hair up in wet wax.
"Oh, wait a minute. We can't sleep like this," Mizuki suddenly grumped, and sat up. Yuuta blinked at him. Did he mean like brushing their teeth and stuff? Honestly, Yuuta wouldn't have bothered until the morning. It was only once, and it wasn't like he didn't have decent teeth anyway. However, Mizuki was apparently not thinking of that, as he picked up a slipper, and started bashing at the wall near the light switch until it finally connected and the light clicked off. Mizuki threw said slipper across the room and snuggled back down again.
Well guess what just killed the romantic mood, Yuuta thought dryly. Mizuki tilted his head and kissed him on the neck. "Happy birthday, Yuuta." Yuuta took Mizuki's hand in his. Well. They could always get it back again.
That was February 18th, Yuuta's birthday.