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bastardlady's request. It's the sequel to the kimono sequel.
I had to write this thing THREE TIMES thanks to my computer being a mental midget. The final file is so corrupted that I can't even save it. Yay, Yellow, yay.
Oh, well. Happy belated Mother's Day.
Doumeki woke up with the realization that his choices from the night before had strung him up and left him to rot with only his worst impulses and his better nature to keep him company.
In other words, he woke up in Watanuki's bed with morning wood. His own…and Watanuki's.
He gingerly poked at Watanuki's shoulder. "Oi," he whispered. The room was still deep in shadow, but no longer middle-of-the-night dark. It was early morning, but morning nonetheless, he figured. He poked Watanuki harder, trying to get him to move. "Oi, Watanuki."
Watanuki moved, but not in the over-and-off direction that Doumeki's better nature had intended. Instead Watanuki moved up, his body moving with the sinuous grace of spreading honey, via a slow, shivery slide of his hips.
Very carefully Doumeki took two handfuls of sheets and held as still as he could. "Watanuki?"
"Shh," Watanuki mumbled. He pressed forward again, a long, slow drag of his body against Doumeki's own. The sound of cotton shorts-on-cotton shorts sounded obscenely loud.
Doumeki breathed slow and deliberately and clutched the sheets in a stranglehold. "Innocent," he muttered. "Innocent actions, innocent reactions," he counseled.
Watanuki turned his head, his next words forming a hot stream of air against Doumeki's jaw. "Shhhh." His hands fluttered against Doumeki's shoulders before settling on his arms. His body flexed.
"This is really innocent," Doumeki said, trying not to gasp for air as his eyes crossed. He felt the sheet pull free from its carefully tucked position. "Really, really," he mumbled, gathering more fabric.
Watanuki thrust against him again and let out a faint moan. Doumeki's body pressed up in automatic answer and Watanuki shivered. "Oh…"
"…was very innocent."
"Shut up," Watanuki whispered in his ear, his fingers biting hard into his arms.
"Very, very innocent," Doumeki continued desperately, fighting off the urges to turn his head, to let go of the sheets, to grab hold of Watanuki's ever-moving body. He firmly denied his body's desire to simply curl up into Watanuki's and push. His better nature said to relax and he was surprised when his body actually complied…until he realized that relaxing had let his legs fall open and that Watanuki's thighs had shifted to rest warm and trembling with exertion between his own. And, at the top of their thighs were their groins, with all the attendant bits and sensitive pieces pressed together in a whole new and exciting way. "I was trying to roll you off, innocent," Doumeki gibbered helplessly, every muscle going tight with the effort of not moving and trying not to touch.
"Shut up," Watanuki moaned. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up," he punctuated each sentence with a short, sharp thrust. "I've never been so far, so close," he went on as his movements became faster.
"You…?"
"The energy, the emotions, drives the spirits crazy. They get in. Just…just shut up, okay?" and Watanuki bit him sharply on the collarbone.
Doumeki thought dizzily that it probably hurt under that wicked sting of pleasure. "They…," he managed weakly, his fingers scrabbling through the loose bedding to find something to grab on to other than Watanuki's slim hips. It was more than the snap and flex of Watanuki's body...it was the heavy drag of his erection, the soft, warm weight of his balls nestled intimately against his own. Doumeki clawed at the mattress beneath him. "They…?"
"Can't now," Watanuki finished for him, his grip tight enough that it was probably bruising. "You're here. Even like this, they can't get past you." His hips jerked frantically down. "Can you just shut up and help me now?"
Self preservation kicked in, slapping at both Doumeki's good nature and his bad impulses. He grabbed hold of Watanuki's wrists (the muscles there corded with effort and he wanted to run his tongue over them but didn't) and pulled him up. "That's a lot to ask of somebody," he said, ignoring the breathy quality of his voice.
Watanuki twisted his hands. "We're not going to talk about it," he said, and even though he was determinedly looking away, Doumeki could see the deep blush that painted his cheeks.
"That's a lot to ask," he repeated. He managed to flip them so that Watanuki was pinned under him and, as he'd hoped, looking directly up at him. He tightened his hold, ignoring the hard, hot ridge of Watanuki's erection pressing against his own. "Even from a friend," he stressed the last word, examining Watanuki's face carefully.
"I know." Watanuki's eyes flickered away. "Doumeki, I… Promise me that we won't talk about it?" he asked quietly.
Doumeki bit his lip hard so that he wouldn't take back what he'd just said, so that he wouldn't just start moving as Watanuki had done and… "I promise," he said solemnly. "We won't talk about it unless you want to talk about it."
Watanuki nodded. "Okay, "he said, "okay." His eyes came back up, burning fiercely, violently blue. "Suck me."
It felt like the entire month of August had condensed down and exploded inside of his body with a sweltering summer heat that built up inside of him and melted his brain. Doumeki moved before he'd even thought about it, about anything. Kneeling at the end of the bed, shoving Watanuki's shorts down, holding on to Watanuki's hips, and bowing to (fate? hitsuzen? the inevitable? lust?) his own demise.
He took the head of Watanuki's cock into his mouth with a low moan, a sound that told him just how hungry he was. For this. For the bitter-salt tang of Watanuki's sex. He slipped one hand from Watanuki's hip and circled the base of his cock with it, holding it upright so that he could reach it more easily. Sliding his lips down the shaft, Doumeki wondered distantly if he'd ever be able to eat Watanuki's cooking again without thinking of the hot, thick push of his cock in his mouth.
Watanuki let out a stunned sound of pleasure, his hips bucking up so strongly that for a moment Doumeki lost his hold and Watanuki's cock nudged at the back of his throat. Doumeki could only call the sound that he made 'grateful'. He shifted awkwardly and began to bob his head.
But the angle was uncomfortable and he was half afraid that he was going to fall off the bed. With a frustrated groan he let Watanuki fall out of his mouth. He kept his lips against the smooth, sensitive crown, unable to pull away from the heat and the taste. "Move," he instructed.
Watanuki moved. But, again, not in the way that Doumeki had intended. Instead of shifting himself up the bed, Watanuki grabbed his head and pushed at him. "Don't stop," he moaned. His hips arched up, seeking. "Suck me."
Doumeki caught back whimper and let Watanuki guide him back down to the blind, wanton thrusting of his hips. There were other ways to make Watanuki move, after all. He licked a stripe from the root of his cock to the tip as he slid his arms under Watanuki's thighs, up around his hips. Grip secured, Doumeki shoved, pushing them both up the bed. He buried his face in the soft-scratchy hair and nipped at the taut muscles underneath, pushing until he felt Watanuki let go of his hair and start scrabbling at the bed, until he himself was stretched out comfortably.
He lifted his head (tonguing the underside of Watanuki's cock all the way up as he did so) and saw Watanuki sitting among the pillows at the head of the bed, knees bent up, legs held open, his spine pressed against the wall, his head thrown back. "Better?" he asked blowing on the tip of Watanuki's cock and making them both shiver.
"No," Watanuki growled at him. He tangled his hands in Doumeki's hair. "Suck me."
Doumeki was pretty sure he growled back before ducking his head again. He sucked at the head of Watanuki's cock, half in love with the wet, sloppy sound of his mouth on Watanuki's skin. He moaned, just to hear the muffled sound of it. There was something unbearably erotic about knowing that his sounds, his satisfied grunts and groans, were being stifled by the length of Watanuki in his mouth.
The world around him comprised of nothing but the warm, humid space between Watanuki's legs, the hot length of cock in his mouth, and the hungry, wet sucking sounds he was making. He got lost there, in the deep well of lust and sensation. Somewhere above him, like some indolent God, Watanuki sighed and whimpered and pushed at him, directing him. And Doumeki worshiped at a temple of flesh.
He fell into a rhythm, his own hips furrowing into the tangled mess of blankets in time with the rise and fall off his mouth on Watanuki's cock. He was in turns greedy and content. He wanted everything, all at once. He wanted it to go on forever.
Around him, the world quaked as the muscles in Watanuki's thighs began to shake and quiver. The hands in Doumeki's hair turned hard, insisting instead of asking, pushing instead of guiding. The press of Watanuki's cock into his throat became insistent, threatening to cut off his air and choke him. Doumeki let him. Welcomed it. "Doumeki…I…" He stilled himself as he felt Watanuki's length swell inside of him. He let Watanuki rock up into him, sucking deeply. After all, to not eat what is set in front of him is shameful for a man.
He hadn't realized his own orgasm was so close until he felt it begin, shooting through him like lightening, the pulses of it set to the time of Watanuki's trembling around him. He tore his mouth away, gasping for air. "Watanuki…!"
"Shh." Gentle hands stroked through his hair and he collapsed, laying his head on a warm and convenient thigh.
Doumeki turned his head and opened his mouth, meaning to ask Watanuki about what had just happened when he realized that he couldn't ask. He'd promised not to talk. Instead he laid an open-mouthed kiss against the hand he'd dislodged by turning and then turned away, stroking a hand of his own over the bony knee of his current pillow. He watched the dark light of pre-dawn give way to pearl-gray dimness.
After a while, he heard Watanuki's breathing even out and deepen into sleep. He slid out of bed. His underwear was full of a cold, sticky wetness. He stripped them off and headed for Watanuki's shower to borrow some hot water and a towel.
When he got back to the bedroom, Watanuki had wriggled down from his sitting-sleeping position to curl under the blankets. Doumeki hesitated for a moment, wanting to reach out and touch the bare shoulder peeking out from under the covers. He settled for crawling back into his crumpled clothing from the night before and turned to consider the one article of clothing he hadn't put back on. With a philosophical shrug, he reached for his underwear.
"You can leave them here," Watanuki said.
Doumeki looked up at him. He hadn't moved aside from opening his eyes. He looked sleepy and relaxed and vaguely suspicious. Normal. Like he hadn't…as though they'd not…
"Hm?" Doumeki clutched the waistband of his discarded shorts rather harder than he needed to in order to pick them up and tuck them into a pocket.
Watanuki reached out and Doumeki dropped his underpants even before Watanuki's fingers settled warmly on his wrist. "Leave them here," he repeated, blinking owlishly at him. "I'll wash them."
"If it's too much trouble…"
"Why would I offer to trouble myself over you?"
And that, Doumeki thought, staring at Watanuki, wasn't exactly a question he could offer an answer to, thanks to his promise. Still… Careful not to break contact, Doumeki sat back on his heels. "I'd rather you not bring them to school to return them."
Watanuki rolled his eyes in a very eloquent fashion.
Doumeki felt a smile tug at his eyes. "I can come by Monday," he offered, twisting his wrist so that their palms touched and their fingers slid together. Not twining, but touching. "To pick them up."
"You can leave them here," Watanuki said again. He must have looked puzzled (hadn't they just…?) because Watanuki was suddenly shaking him off and rolling over. "Never mind. That's fine." He jerked the blankets up, pausing with them held over his head. "Just…just come on Monday."
"Okay," Doumeki said, watching Watanuki bring the blanket down and burrow away. It was only when he was at the bedroom door that something occurred to him. "I'll come over on Monday," he repeated, stressing the 'come over' and leaving off the part about picking up his clothing.
Watanuki's head popped out of the blankets. He was glaring crossly. "Some of us are trying to sleep," he groused. "Do you have to keep talking? Can't you ever be quiet?"
"When it matters," Doumeki answered, stepping out and pulling the door shut behind him. He let himself out of the apartment and into the new day breaking.
ETA: Because I am SO not writing more of this (you bastard, Yellow, you complete and utter bastard)...this is the story of what happens later:
Doumeki and Watanuki take to having sex regularly and they both never talk about it. Or about the fact that a sizable chunk of Doumeki's wardrobe (and the entire contents of his underwear drawer) have rotated through Watanuki's wash cycles.
At first Doumeki is all 'yay!sex!' and is very happy with his lot. But it does, eventually, begin to wear on him that he can't snuggle Watanuki outside of Watanuki's bed. Can't even touch him, really, or Watanuki pitches a spaz at him. And while he knows his actions speak for him (as always) he still wants to, you know, talk. And while the one thing he really wants to say isn't part of the promise...it's not the sort of thing a boy wants to say to drive his lover off.
So eventually Doumeki decides...hell with it. Watanuki can keep my damn underpants. I'm not going back to his place (to sexx0r his brains out yay) until he feels like talking about this shiz.
He makes it three weeks. Because his excuses are pretty thin and highly transparent. Watanuki has been cornering him at school and saying stuff like 'are you coming over tonight?' and 'when are you going to come over?' (adding a loud TO GET YOUR STUFF THAT YOU LEFT THERE THAT I HAVE GRACIOUSLY CLEANED FOR YOU if anybody looks like they've overheard). And then one day, late in the evening, Watanuki calls him. And says, "come over" and Doumeki goes "I can't anymore" and Watanuki says "I can make you" and Doumeki goes all 'wtf...how?' and Watanuki thinks that maybe just having Doumeki on the phone is enough spirit-b-gone to work.
Doumeki hangs up and starts running before they find out if that's true or not. That's all right, Watanuki is in the hall waiting for him when he gets there and the neighbors almost get one hell of a free show. Because they're sixteen and it's been three weeks. Doumeki goes *facepalm* 'wtf falling off the wagon sucks' and tells Watanuki that he(Watanuki) is teh suxx0rz. Watanuki pets him and says 'well, duh. stay here tonight'. And Doumeki totally sleeps over and the morning sex is fan-fucking-tastic with lots of eye contact and Watanuki whispers in his ear "thank you for being silent" and Doumeki goes into fangirl meltdown.
Several weeks later Watanuki shoves him to the ground during lunch and uses him as a pillow. Right out in front of everybody. Then he bitches that 'zomg, can't you ever be romantic?' and he sounds like he's being bitchy and spastic but he looks like 'omgplzluvmeh?' and Doumeki goes all -_- and says 'make me something romantic for my lunch tomorrow and I'll eat it. That's romantic enough for you' and Himawari claps her hands and goes all 'Watanuki and Doumeki are so cutely in love!' and then listens to Watanuki pseudo-bitch about Doumeki's non-demonstrative ways, all the while giggling about how much Watanuki and Doumeki are like some comedy act and Doumeki plugs his ears.
They all live happily ever after, the end.
This is for
bastardlady's request. It's the sequel to the kimono sequel. I had to write this thing THREE TIMES thanks to my computer being a mental midget. The final file is so corrupted that I can't even save it. Yay, Yellow, yay.
Oh, well. Happy belated Mother's Day.
Doumeki woke up with the realization that his choices from the night before had strung him up and left him to rot with only his worst impulses and his better nature to keep him company.
In other words, he woke up in Watanuki's bed with morning wood. His own…and Watanuki's.
He gingerly poked at Watanuki's shoulder. "Oi," he whispered. The room was still deep in shadow, but no longer middle-of-the-night dark. It was early morning, but morning nonetheless, he figured. He poked Watanuki harder, trying to get him to move. "Oi, Watanuki."
Watanuki moved, but not in the over-and-off direction that Doumeki's better nature had intended. Instead Watanuki moved up, his body moving with the sinuous grace of spreading honey, via a slow, shivery slide of his hips.
Very carefully Doumeki took two handfuls of sheets and held as still as he could. "Watanuki?"
"Shh," Watanuki mumbled. He pressed forward again, a long, slow drag of his body against Doumeki's own. The sound of cotton shorts-on-cotton shorts sounded obscenely loud.
Doumeki breathed slow and deliberately and clutched the sheets in a stranglehold. "Innocent," he muttered. "Innocent actions, innocent reactions," he counseled.
Watanuki turned his head, his next words forming a hot stream of air against Doumeki's jaw. "Shhhh." His hands fluttered against Doumeki's shoulders before settling on his arms. His body flexed.
"This is really innocent," Doumeki said, trying not to gasp for air as his eyes crossed. He felt the sheet pull free from its carefully tucked position. "Really, really," he mumbled, gathering more fabric.
Watanuki thrust against him again and let out a faint moan. Doumeki's body pressed up in automatic answer and Watanuki shivered. "Oh…"
"…was very innocent."
"Shut up," Watanuki whispered in his ear, his fingers biting hard into his arms.
"Very, very innocent," Doumeki continued desperately, fighting off the urges to turn his head, to let go of the sheets, to grab hold of Watanuki's ever-moving body. He firmly denied his body's desire to simply curl up into Watanuki's and push. His better nature said to relax and he was surprised when his body actually complied…until he realized that relaxing had let his legs fall open and that Watanuki's thighs had shifted to rest warm and trembling with exertion between his own. And, at the top of their thighs were their groins, with all the attendant bits and sensitive pieces pressed together in a whole new and exciting way. "I was trying to roll you off, innocent," Doumeki gibbered helplessly, every muscle going tight with the effort of not moving and trying not to touch.
"Shut up," Watanuki moaned. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up," he punctuated each sentence with a short, sharp thrust. "I've never been so far, so close," he went on as his movements became faster.
"You…?"
"The energy, the emotions, drives the spirits crazy. They get in. Just…just shut up, okay?" and Watanuki bit him sharply on the collarbone.
Doumeki thought dizzily that it probably hurt under that wicked sting of pleasure. "They…," he managed weakly, his fingers scrabbling through the loose bedding to find something to grab on to other than Watanuki's slim hips. It was more than the snap and flex of Watanuki's body...it was the heavy drag of his erection, the soft, warm weight of his balls nestled intimately against his own. Doumeki clawed at the mattress beneath him. "They…?"
"Can't now," Watanuki finished for him, his grip tight enough that it was probably bruising. "You're here. Even like this, they can't get past you." His hips jerked frantically down. "Can you just shut up and help me now?"
Self preservation kicked in, slapping at both Doumeki's good nature and his bad impulses. He grabbed hold of Watanuki's wrists (the muscles there corded with effort and he wanted to run his tongue over them but didn't) and pulled him up. "That's a lot to ask of somebody," he said, ignoring the breathy quality of his voice.
Watanuki twisted his hands. "We're not going to talk about it," he said, and even though he was determinedly looking away, Doumeki could see the deep blush that painted his cheeks.
"That's a lot to ask," he repeated. He managed to flip them so that Watanuki was pinned under him and, as he'd hoped, looking directly up at him. He tightened his hold, ignoring the hard, hot ridge of Watanuki's erection pressing against his own. "Even from a friend," he stressed the last word, examining Watanuki's face carefully.
"I know." Watanuki's eyes flickered away. "Doumeki, I… Promise me that we won't talk about it?" he asked quietly.
Doumeki bit his lip hard so that he wouldn't take back what he'd just said, so that he wouldn't just start moving as Watanuki had done and… "I promise," he said solemnly. "We won't talk about it unless you want to talk about it."
Watanuki nodded. "Okay, "he said, "okay." His eyes came back up, burning fiercely, violently blue. "Suck me."
It felt like the entire month of August had condensed down and exploded inside of his body with a sweltering summer heat that built up inside of him and melted his brain. Doumeki moved before he'd even thought about it, about anything. Kneeling at the end of the bed, shoving Watanuki's shorts down, holding on to Watanuki's hips, and bowing to (fate? hitsuzen? the inevitable? lust?) his own demise.
He took the head of Watanuki's cock into his mouth with a low moan, a sound that told him just how hungry he was. For this. For the bitter-salt tang of Watanuki's sex. He slipped one hand from Watanuki's hip and circled the base of his cock with it, holding it upright so that he could reach it more easily. Sliding his lips down the shaft, Doumeki wondered distantly if he'd ever be able to eat Watanuki's cooking again without thinking of the hot, thick push of his cock in his mouth.
Watanuki let out a stunned sound of pleasure, his hips bucking up so strongly that for a moment Doumeki lost his hold and Watanuki's cock nudged at the back of his throat. Doumeki could only call the sound that he made 'grateful'. He shifted awkwardly and began to bob his head.
But the angle was uncomfortable and he was half afraid that he was going to fall off the bed. With a frustrated groan he let Watanuki fall out of his mouth. He kept his lips against the smooth, sensitive crown, unable to pull away from the heat and the taste. "Move," he instructed.
Watanuki moved. But, again, not in the way that Doumeki had intended. Instead of shifting himself up the bed, Watanuki grabbed his head and pushed at him. "Don't stop," he moaned. His hips arched up, seeking. "Suck me."
Doumeki caught back whimper and let Watanuki guide him back down to the blind, wanton thrusting of his hips. There were other ways to make Watanuki move, after all. He licked a stripe from the root of his cock to the tip as he slid his arms under Watanuki's thighs, up around his hips. Grip secured, Doumeki shoved, pushing them both up the bed. He buried his face in the soft-scratchy hair and nipped at the taut muscles underneath, pushing until he felt Watanuki let go of his hair and start scrabbling at the bed, until he himself was stretched out comfortably.
He lifted his head (tonguing the underside of Watanuki's cock all the way up as he did so) and saw Watanuki sitting among the pillows at the head of the bed, knees bent up, legs held open, his spine pressed against the wall, his head thrown back. "Better?" he asked blowing on the tip of Watanuki's cock and making them both shiver.
"No," Watanuki growled at him. He tangled his hands in Doumeki's hair. "Suck me."
Doumeki was pretty sure he growled back before ducking his head again. He sucked at the head of Watanuki's cock, half in love with the wet, sloppy sound of his mouth on Watanuki's skin. He moaned, just to hear the muffled sound of it. There was something unbearably erotic about knowing that his sounds, his satisfied grunts and groans, were being stifled by the length of Watanuki in his mouth.
The world around him comprised of nothing but the warm, humid space between Watanuki's legs, the hot length of cock in his mouth, and the hungry, wet sucking sounds he was making. He got lost there, in the deep well of lust and sensation. Somewhere above him, like some indolent God, Watanuki sighed and whimpered and pushed at him, directing him. And Doumeki worshiped at a temple of flesh.
He fell into a rhythm, his own hips furrowing into the tangled mess of blankets in time with the rise and fall off his mouth on Watanuki's cock. He was in turns greedy and content. He wanted everything, all at once. He wanted it to go on forever.
Around him, the world quaked as the muscles in Watanuki's thighs began to shake and quiver. The hands in Doumeki's hair turned hard, insisting instead of asking, pushing instead of guiding. The press of Watanuki's cock into his throat became insistent, threatening to cut off his air and choke him. Doumeki let him. Welcomed it. "Doumeki…I…" He stilled himself as he felt Watanuki's length swell inside of him. He let Watanuki rock up into him, sucking deeply. After all, to not eat what is set in front of him is shameful for a man.
He hadn't realized his own orgasm was so close until he felt it begin, shooting through him like lightening, the pulses of it set to the time of Watanuki's trembling around him. He tore his mouth away, gasping for air. "Watanuki…!"
"Shh." Gentle hands stroked through his hair and he collapsed, laying his head on a warm and convenient thigh.
Doumeki turned his head and opened his mouth, meaning to ask Watanuki about what had just happened when he realized that he couldn't ask. He'd promised not to talk. Instead he laid an open-mouthed kiss against the hand he'd dislodged by turning and then turned away, stroking a hand of his own over the bony knee of his current pillow. He watched the dark light of pre-dawn give way to pearl-gray dimness.
After a while, he heard Watanuki's breathing even out and deepen into sleep. He slid out of bed. His underwear was full of a cold, sticky wetness. He stripped them off and headed for Watanuki's shower to borrow some hot water and a towel.
When he got back to the bedroom, Watanuki had wriggled down from his sitting-sleeping position to curl under the blankets. Doumeki hesitated for a moment, wanting to reach out and touch the bare shoulder peeking out from under the covers. He settled for crawling back into his crumpled clothing from the night before and turned to consider the one article of clothing he hadn't put back on. With a philosophical shrug, he reached for his underwear.
"You can leave them here," Watanuki said.
Doumeki looked up at him. He hadn't moved aside from opening his eyes. He looked sleepy and relaxed and vaguely suspicious. Normal. Like he hadn't…as though they'd not…
"Hm?" Doumeki clutched the waistband of his discarded shorts rather harder than he needed to in order to pick them up and tuck them into a pocket.
Watanuki reached out and Doumeki dropped his underpants even before Watanuki's fingers settled warmly on his wrist. "Leave them here," he repeated, blinking owlishly at him. "I'll wash them."
"If it's too much trouble…"
"Why would I offer to trouble myself over you?"
And that, Doumeki thought, staring at Watanuki, wasn't exactly a question he could offer an answer to, thanks to his promise. Still… Careful not to break contact, Doumeki sat back on his heels. "I'd rather you not bring them to school to return them."
Watanuki rolled his eyes in a very eloquent fashion.
Doumeki felt a smile tug at his eyes. "I can come by Monday," he offered, twisting his wrist so that their palms touched and their fingers slid together. Not twining, but touching. "To pick them up."
"You can leave them here," Watanuki said again. He must have looked puzzled (hadn't they just…?) because Watanuki was suddenly shaking him off and rolling over. "Never mind. That's fine." He jerked the blankets up, pausing with them held over his head. "Just…just come on Monday."
"Okay," Doumeki said, watching Watanuki bring the blanket down and burrow away. It was only when he was at the bedroom door that something occurred to him. "I'll come over on Monday," he repeated, stressing the 'come over' and leaving off the part about picking up his clothing.
Watanuki's head popped out of the blankets. He was glaring crossly. "Some of us are trying to sleep," he groused. "Do you have to keep talking? Can't you ever be quiet?"
"When it matters," Doumeki answered, stepping out and pulling the door shut behind him. He let himself out of the apartment and into the new day breaking.
ETA: Because I am SO not writing more of this (you bastard, Yellow, you complete and utter bastard)...this is the story of what happens later:
Doumeki and Watanuki take to having sex regularly and they both never talk about it. Or about the fact that a sizable chunk of Doumeki's wardrobe (and the entire contents of his underwear drawer) have rotated through Watanuki's wash cycles.
At first Doumeki is all 'yay!sex!' and is very happy with his lot. But it does, eventually, begin to wear on him that he can't snuggle Watanuki outside of Watanuki's bed. Can't even touch him, really, or Watanuki pitches a spaz at him. And while he knows his actions speak for him (as always) he still wants to, you know, talk. And while the one thing he really wants to say isn't part of the promise...it's not the sort of thing a boy wants to say to drive his lover off.
So eventually Doumeki decides...hell with it. Watanuki can keep my damn underpants. I'm not going back to his place (to sexx0r his brains out yay) until he feels like talking about this shiz.
He makes it three weeks. Because his excuses are pretty thin and highly transparent. Watanuki has been cornering him at school and saying stuff like 'are you coming over tonight?' and 'when are you going to come over?' (adding a loud TO GET YOUR STUFF THAT YOU LEFT THERE THAT I HAVE GRACIOUSLY CLEANED FOR YOU if anybody looks like they've overheard). And then one day, late in the evening, Watanuki calls him. And says, "come over" and Doumeki goes "I can't anymore" and Watanuki says "I can make you" and Doumeki goes all 'wtf...how?' and Watanuki thinks that maybe just having Doumeki on the phone is enough spirit-b-gone to work.
Doumeki hangs up and starts running before they find out if that's true or not. That's all right, Watanuki is in the hall waiting for him when he gets there and the neighbors almost get one hell of a free show. Because they're sixteen and it's been three weeks. Doumeki goes *facepalm* 'wtf falling off the wagon sucks' and tells Watanuki that he(Watanuki) is teh suxx0rz. Watanuki pets him and says 'well, duh. stay here tonight'. And Doumeki totally sleeps over and the morning sex is fan-fucking-tastic with lots of eye contact and Watanuki whispers in his ear "thank you for being silent" and Doumeki goes into fangirl meltdown.
Several weeks later Watanuki shoves him to the ground during lunch and uses him as a pillow. Right out in front of everybody. Then he bitches that 'zomg, can't you ever be romantic?' and he sounds like he's being bitchy and spastic but he looks like 'omgplzluvmeh?' and Doumeki goes all -_- and says 'make me something romantic for my lunch tomorrow and I'll eat it. That's romantic enough for you' and Himawari claps her hands and goes all 'Watanuki and Doumeki are so cutely in love!' and then listens to Watanuki pseudo-bitch about Doumeki's non-demonstrative ways, all the while giggling about how much Watanuki and Doumeki are like some comedy act and Doumeki plugs his ears.
They all live happily ever after, the end.
