This story is mature.
Yuuto woke up drowsily with a smile on his lips. He tried opening his eyes, but the eyelids were too heavy. Yawning, he rubbed them and finally managed to open them just a bit. I don’t know this ceiling, the thought lingered in his mind for a moment and then he dismissed it. He was too happy to care.
The teacher scratched his chest and realized the shirt he wore was too loose. This isn’t mine. He tried thinking, but after a second, he shrugged off the thought again.
He stretched his arms and felt a pain on his lower back. Did I fall or something? He tried remembering while massaging the place, but his mind refused to work. For some reason, he was too happy to think.
Yuuto tossed languidly on the mattress. This isn’t my bed… it’s too comfortable, he thought, but since it felt like heaven, he also dismissed the thought and looked for the covers.
But while his hands looked for the corner of the cover, he touched something. He turned his head and his fuzzy vision saw a tangle of black hair.
Yuuto wasn’t alone on the bed that wasn’t his. At once the sleepiness went away, his eyes widened and the teacher was alert.
Why, why, why is Seiji-kun here? He looked around. Why am I on Seiji-kun’ bed? With his mind at full speed now, Yuuto realized the shirt he wore belonged to his former student.
How, how, how… even in his mind he could form a question. Some part of him vaguely remembered something about taking off his own shirt. Probably related to my cosplay, Yuuto thought, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t remember how he ended up wearing Seiji-kun’ shirt. Ah, damn it! He messed his hair in frustration. All the happiness gone from him.
He turned to his former student once more… It’s the first time I see his sleeping face. The slightly opened lips that usually had a smile on it, the cheeks, the nose… he’s too cute. Before he realized it, there was a smile on the teacher’s lips and he gently caressed Seiji-kun’ hair, but a second later, Yuuto shook his head and pulled his hand. Now is not the time!
Taking a deep breath, he took another look. Only now he noticed the man lying next to him slept shirtless. Yuuto’s eyes went to the shirt he wore. It’s just a coincidence… right? We didn’t… nothing happened… I’d remember. Yes, if something like that happened, there was no way I’d forget. He said to himself over and over, but still he couldn’t shake the feeling. Half wanting to calm his mind, half-curious, his hand slowly pulled the blanket they shared up… and then put it back on its place, his eyes widening.
Seiji-kun was completely naked underneath the black blanket.
Yuuto’s mind refused to process what he saw. Was he really naked? Rich people like to wear different underwear… and his family’s company makes underwear. The teacher lifted the blanket again, just to check. This time he forced himself to look at it, his eyes widening again. After a long look, he let the sheet down.
This time his mind worked and Yuuto cheek reddened a second later. It’s… bigger than mine… was the first thought that crossed his mind, along with a strange déjà vu feeling. I bet he knows how to use it… Wait, it’s not time to think about Seiji-kun’ member! Did something happen between us or not?
Panicking, Yuuto scratched his head and did his best to remember what happened last night, without disturbing the cute man sleeping at his side.
Yuuto didn’t know for how long they hugged. All he cared was to find a way to cheer Seiji-kun, but he had no idea. All he could do was feel the warm coming from his former student and try to convey some of his feelings through his arms. After a long time one of them broke the hug. The moment they stepped away from each other, Seiji-kun hurriedly cleaned his face with his hand. Though he tried to hide it, the teacher saw the red in his eyes.
Yuuto pretended he didn’t see. “How about we finish the painting?” he proposed with a gentle smile.
Seiji-kun blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes and then took a deep breath. “Yes. Let’s do this,” he said a bit louder than his normal tone, forcing a smile on his lips. When the teacher turned towards the couch, the lights went out. Even in complete darkness, Yuuto looked up out of reflex. “A blackout.” the teacher could hear the irritation in Seiji-kun’ voice.
Yuuto pictured the apartment in his mind; he had been there so many times it was easy. After a second, he walked to the window and pulled the curtain open. The entire city was dark, saved by a few dots of lights here and there. That was all he could see with the storm raging outside. “It’s amazing we didn’t hear a thing,” the words escaped from his mouth before he knew.
Seiji-kun stood next to him and tapped on the window with a finger. “Soundproof,” he said, pulling his phone out, looking for something. “Apparently the storm suddenly changed its direction an hour ago. The government is advising to stay inside until it passes.” He turned to Yuuto. “Guess we’re spending the night just the two of us. What can an artist and his muse alone in the dark do all night long?” In the tiny light provided by the phone, the sly smile popped on his lips.
Yuuto was only half listening though, all his thoughts on his sister and grandparents. Wasn’t Yuuka working at a friend’s house? Is she still there? Hope she’s all right… How about grandma and grandpa? Is the storm there too? Before he could think about calling her, the screen of his phone shone like a fire in the dark. Yuuto raced to the table where it was and stared at the screen. It was Yuuka. And there had been a few missed calls. Why did I put it on mute? He thought while pressing the button and bringing the phone to his ear.
“Hey little brother,” she said before he could say anything. “Are you alright? I called home, but I guess yer not there.” Her voice sounded sluggish.
“I’m fine, but I don’t think I can get home today,” he looked at the window again. Though there was no sound, somehow the winds seemed stronger. “How about you? Are you still at master’s?”
“Yeah, I’m still here. We’re all fine,” Yuuto heard other voices cheering in the background. “The lights here went out half hour ago, so master proposed a drinking game. Am I winning, guys?” There was a loud ‘yes’ and Yuuto moved the phone away from his ear for a moment. “I won’t be getting home either. I just talked with grandpa. He said the storm isn’t strong there but the city took shelter at the school, just to be safe. Apparently, grandma’s loving it. She’s drinking with her friends, saying it reminds her of old school fieldtrips.”
Yuuto imagined for a second his grandma talking and drinking with her friends like she did many times while he was a kid and then sighed in relief. Thank the gods everyone’s all right. “I’ll call them right now.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll call them and tell yer fine.” Yuuto heard the sound of liquid moving and then a big gulp. “By the way where are you anyway? At your boyfriend’s?”
It took Yuuto a few seconds to process his sister’s words. When he did, his eyes widened and he turned away. Even if it was dark, he was hiding his red cheeks from Seiji-kun. “What did you say, sister? I could hear you…” he trailed off, hoping the drunk Yuuka had misspoken. She’s just drunk, right? There’s no way she knows about Seiji-kun, right?
“I asked if yer at your boyfriend’s apartment,” she hiccupped, burped and there was silence for a moment. “I asked if yer at Seiji-kun’.”
He didn’t know what it was, but Yuuto felt the room grow quieter. He gulped, and his mind try to think, but his head became a blank. Out of nowhere, he felt a breathing down his neck.
“Is that Yuuka? Let me talk to her,” Seiji-kun whispered in the teacher’s ear.
Yuuto turned, flushing even more. Seiji-kun was right behind him. Too close! He thought, covering the phone with his free hand, but it was too late.
“Is that him? Let me talk with him.” He heard giggling on the background. “If he’s gonna date my little brother, he needs to know some rules.”
The teacher widened his eyes, turned to Seiji-kun slowly and placed a hand on the former student’s chest, pushing him away. “Yu-Yuuka… I don’t k-know where you got the… that idea… b-but we’re not… he’s not my… you know…”
“I don’t get what yer saying. He’s not yer what?” For some reason, her voice didn’t sound drunk anymore. It sounded excited. The background noise had ceased and it was a dead silence now. Did she put me on the speaker?
Yuuto turned to Seiji-kun again. It was impossible to look at His face without thinking what his sister had just said. The teacher went to a corner and placed his hand over his mouth. “He’s not my… boyfriend.” Just saying the word was enough to make his face burn hot.
His sister on the other hand laughed. “Sure, sure. When you say it like that, I totally believe you,” she laughed again, and the voices on the background did the same. “Give my best to Seiji-kun. He sounds hot.”
He gritted his teeth and held back his reply. “Since you seem all right, I better turn off my phone. To save battery.” Yuuto already had enough of that conversation.
“Ah, come on. Don’t be mad. I’m just making sure my little brother is safe and sound,” she said. “Before yer off to spend a night alone in the dark with yer friend, can I give you a piece of advice?” She was suddenly serious.
“What is it?” Even if he was a bit taken aback by her tone, Yuuto said a bit louder than he wished.
Yuuka cleared her throat. “Since yer the uke, make sure Seiji-kun uses protection.”
His sister laughing was the last thing Yuuto heard before ending the call.
“Why did you do that?” Before the teacher realized, Seiji-kun was standing behind him again. “I wanted to talk with your sister for a bit.”
“I, I, I…” Yuuto was struggling with words and still blushing when he remembered something. “How come you know her? How come she knows you?” Though it was important to know, what he really wanted was to take the attention away from him. Why does she thinks you’re my… boyfriend… the question stayed with him. Even in his mind, he could barely think without his face reddening.
“Ah, that?” Seiji-kun shrugged his shoulders. “Remember the wedding? After you fell asleep on my couch, she called my cellphone worried about you. Didn’t I tell you?”
And you both keep quiet? What did you two talk? Oh no… does my sister knows… everything? Oh no… Against his will, he imagined everything that happened between them… when Seiji-kun was still his student and fondled the teacher… when he almost pleasured Yuuto… their almost kiss at the wedding… If she knows… it’s… amazing she kept quiet all this time… But now… He didn’t want to imagine what she’d say now that the secret was out.
“No, you did not tell me,” Yuuto said at last, trying to put his anger on his voice.
“Ops. Guess I forgot.” The smile on his face suggested he forgot just to see the teacher’s reaction. “Is your sister okay?”
“Yes, she’s fine. Thank you for asking,” Yuuto blurted out, his mind still trying to consider his situation.
“Thank the gods. You were blushing so much I thought something might have happened.” Seiji-kun beamed in relief.
Yuuto gulped. That face’s not fair! The teacher was weak against that. He rubbed his eyes with both hands, thinking. Now that Yuuka had revealed she knew, Yuuto wouldn’t get out of the embarrassing talk, but he had to leave the situation with his sister for later at the moment. Now his focus was on Seiji-kun. Unfortunately, the word boyfriend still ringed in his mind. Damn it Yuuka. Now I can’t get it out of my head!
“Is everything alright?” In the dim light provided by the window, Yuuto could see Seiji-kun leaning closer.
He needed some time to sort his mind and calm himself. “I… I… I need to change clothes!” the teacher blurted out the moment the excuse popped in his head. I’m safe!
Yuuto pictured the apartment and where everything was in his mind and dashed to the bathroom. But in the middle of the living room, he hit something where nothing should be and fell along with whatever it was. Trying to find a place to put his hand, he touched some kind of sticky liquid and when he smelled, he realized he had hit the canvas. He forgot the easel and the stool. “My back…” Yuuto complained.
“Did you trip on my easel?” Seiji-kun’ voice came from somewhere in the dark. Even then Yuuto could feel the mocking tone. “Where are the watercolors?” His looked for a moment and found Yuuto’s belly. He felt it for a moment and after a second, his finger went to the teacher’s bellybutton, playing with it.
“Stop that!” Yuuto said after a while. He tried pushing the hand away and move at the same time. He ended up rolling on the watercolors. “Look what you did! You got me all sticky!”
Seiji-kun laughed loudly. Yuuto realized what he had said, blushed and thanked the darkness for hiding his face. “Sorry, sorry,” the former student finally said when he stopped laughing.
“Don’t move.” Yuuto stood up, but his foot was slippery and when he took a step, he fell. Seiji-kun held him just in time. “Thank you.”
“You need to get out of these dirty clothes. You need to be clean for the rest of the night.” And why is that? Yuuto thought, but held his tongue while Seiji-kun helped him standing up. “I took a shower before you got here, so the water should still be good.”
“…Thanks,” Yuuto said it again. He knew there was something behind Seiji-kun’ words, but in the end, the former student was right; the teacher couldn’t spend the night like that, so he proceeded to the bathroom, this time cautious with every step.
Even if he had been there many times, in the complete darkness it was impossible to know where everything was. I should’ve brought my phone, he thought, scratching his head with the clean hand. Should I ask Seiji-kun to bring it? He dismissed the idea after considering for a moment. He didn’t want the former student to see his face right now; the teacher still felt his cheeks hot. Why he did that…? The teacher’s hand went to his bellybutton, remembering how Seiji-kun played with it.
With a sigh, Yuuto let it go. By touch, he managed to find the sink and the tap, cleaning his hand and his arm as best he could, but it wasn’t enough and he turned at the direction of the bathtub. Am I really gonna take a shower now? Though Yuuto had been a muse for a little over two months, it would be the first time he would shower on his artist’s home. Perhaps a cold shower might help…
He took out his panties and bra, throwing them on top of Seiji-kun’ dirty clothes, and went to the bath area. He looked for the stool, soap and shampoo. It’s kinda relaxing taking a shower in the dark. He had almost finished cleaning himself and was washing away the soap when he heard the bathroom door opening. His hand stopped moving and he slowly turned to the door.
“Are you done?” Seiji-kun’ voice came through the glass partition.
“Why are you here?” Yuuto finally managed to say something. Why didn’t I lock the door?
“You got me dirty when you fell. And I’m all sweating from cleaning the watercolors, so don’t I need a shower too?” Even if he couldn’t see, Yuuto knew Seiji-kun had a smile on his lips.
“Can’t you wait until I’m done?” Even if he didn’t want, there was a hint of desperation on his voice.
“Sorry, but no can do. There’s only water for one more bath.” There was some light with him, and Yuuto could see his shaky shadow taking the shirt off. “Besides, it’s been a while since I showered with someone. I can wash your back,” he said happily and then opened the partition.
“I already washed it,” Yuuto said, blushing. For some reason he didn’t know, he half turned, hiding his body, though he kept stealing glances at Seiji-kun.
While holding the phone in one hand and the towel in the other, it was hard not looking at Seiji-kun’ manhood, especially when the former student made no effort to hide it. “Why are you so nervous?” Seiji-kun asked tilting his head. He place his phone on a corner, creating a sort of dim shadow in the room. “It’s not like you haven’t showered with other guys. Or is this your first time with another guy? Am I gonna take your fist time?” Suddenly Seiji-kun seemed excited and now Yuuto could see that he was really smiling.
“Of course I’ve showered with other guys!” But no man has made me feel nervous like you do! He screamed in his head, but held his tongue. Calm down Yuuto! Down let yourself be caught by his words!
“Okay, okay. Though I have to admit I’m a bit sad I’m not your first man,” he said, dropping his shoulders exaggeratedly. He took a deep breath and showed the sly smile. “If you’re done, then you can wash my back.” Seiji-kun said, standing next to Yuuto.
Yuuto quickly turned his head. Close! Too close! He didn’t know if his former student was doing on purpose or not, but his manhood was inches away from the teacher. Despite his willpower, Yuuto kept stealing glances again. It’s bigger than mine… he thought.
Thanking the dim darkness for hiding his burning cheeks, Yuuto wrapped the towel around his waist and when Seiji-kun had watered himself, the teacher washed his back.
They’re… rather small… Yuuto thought. Although Seiji-kun was just bit taller than he was, the teacher always felt his presence made it up. Normally he’s so sure of himself, but the truth he’s just a child… a child that’s in pain. Yuuto held the impulse to hug him. After everything, the teacher had forgotten he wanted to make Seiji-kun feel better. Hope this is enough, he though. But he knew it wasn’t. What can I do to help him?
Make sure Seiji-kun uses protection. Out of nowhere his sister voice echoed in his mind, and his manhood reacted, hardening. His hands flew to hide it. “It’s enough!” His voice came out a high pitch. Did he notice?
Luckily Seiji-kun didn’t. He washed the rest whistling and then he stood up, turning to Yuuto. “Let’s get in the tub,” he said with a smile.
The teacher turned his head to the tub, but it was more to avoid looking at Seiji-kun’ manhood. Stop prancing that on my face! “I doubt it fits two people…” Despite the tub being bigger than the one in his house, Yuuto hoped it couldn’t fit.
“Don’t worry, I already know it does,” Seiji-kun said with confidence.
It was only meant as a joke, which he was already used to, and yet Yuuto felt a little pang in his heart. He’s talking about Amira-kun… or those other girls. From time to time, when he caught himself thinking about Seiji-kun, the teacher remembered the comments about the parade of girls his former student had after he broke up with Amira. And for some reason, it bothered him every time.
Before he could refuse, however, Seiji-kun pulled Yuuto into the tub. They sat facing each other. “This is great. Being in hot water in this cold,” the former student said with a genuine smile.
It’s good, indeed, Yuuto thought, but he kept quiet. While Seiji-kun seemed to be enjoying the bath, humming with his eyes closed, Yuuto could not enjoy. His sister’s voice ringed in his ear.
The teacher hid half his face under water, never taking his eyes from Seiji-kun. How would he feel if he knew what’s going on in my head? Would he feel grossed? Yuuto tried imagining a bit. No, he conclude after a second. Seiji-kun would be flattered and somehow twist these weird feelings to make me embarrassed… But what would he do? The image of them almost kissing at the wedding popped in his mind, and he blushed lightly.
This was not the first time Yuuto thought about their almost kiss. He was glad it didn’t went beyond that. At the time, they were still teacher and student. As an educator, he’d feel awful if he did something like that. But at the same time, a big part of him wished they hadn’t been interrupted. Would that end up just a kiss… or our relationship could be more than what’s right now? If we had kiss… would he be my boyfriend now…? Would I want that? Yuuto himself had no idea.
Suddenly dizzy, the teacher stood up, the water flowing from the tub. “I think this is my limit,” he said in a weary voice before Seiji-kun could say anything. Yuuto dried himself, wrapped the towel around his waist and got out of the bath area.
In this area, the phone’s light didn’t reach, so he used his hands to find the counter, where his clothes were. After a few seconds touching around, he found it. With his hands on the surface, he felt the marble… and ended up pushing his clothes into the sink with a weird sound. Suddenly nervous, he moved his hands a bit… and realized the sink was full for some reason.
“Damn it!” Yuuto pulled his clothes as fast as he could, but it was too late.
“What’s wrong?” Seiji-kun calm voice came a second before the partition door opened.
“I dropped my clothes on the sink… Why is it full of water?” he asked, shaking his completely wet clothes.
“Did you pull the plug after you washed your hands?” Yuuto thought about it for a moment and then cursed himself. Seiji-kun felt it. “I’m sorry for you.” Even in the dark, the teacher could feel there was no apologizes in his former student.
“Even my underwear is wet…” Yuuto complained, more to himself than to Seiji-kun. There was a muffled laugh from his former student, but the teacher ignored it, squeezing boxers, but there was no way he could wear it tonight.
Seiji-kun shone the light from his phone on the mirror and walked to the teacher’s side. He watched the damped boxers for a moment and then a pair of red panties showed up in front of Yuuto. “Guess you’ll have to wear this,” he whispered in the teacher’s ear with a sly smile.
He looked at it for a moment, and then sighed. I can’t catch a break, he thought while taking and wearing it. “I can’t wear only underwear all night…”
“Don’t worry,” Seiji-kun said, suddenly excited. “You still have many options!”
Yuuto understood what he meant immediately. “I won’t spend the night in cosplay.”
“Then I can lend you some of my clothes, though I think, I think they might be a little too big for you,” Seiji-kun said while putting his clothes on.
For some reason, the image of himself wearing nothing but Seiji-kun’ shirt popped into Yuuto’s mind. His cheeks reddened at once. That’s like wearing your boyfriend’s shirt after making love! He covered his face to hide his cheeks and rubbed them, pretending to think. “You’re… right. It’s too big…” he managed to say.
“Then there’s only one option apart from the cosplays you rejected merciless.” He raised his eyebrows.
This time it took Yuuto a second to understand… and then he sighed again. “Fine, fine. There’s nothing I can do anyway.” Despite taking a hot shower, it was already getting chilly.
Seiji-kun beamed. “Wait here. I’ll get the uniform.” And he left.
Yuuto looked at his clothes again and lowered his head. It’s like there’s some invisible force making everything go wrong for me.
Seiji-kun was back with the uniform in hand a few moments later. I can’t believe I’m really gonna wear my own school uniform. Yuuto took a deep breath and put on the skirt. It’s surprisingly long, though it still shows more than it should, he thought when he looked at the uncovered area above his knee.
Despite his complains and refuses, he found himself intrigued and looked himself in the mirror. With a knee high black sock, it might make a wonderful cosplay. He had to hold the impulse to twirl around. He usually does that to check the risk of his manhood be expose, but he couldn’t do it with Seiji-kun here. Somewhat regretting that fact, Yuuto grabbed the shirt and realized it was too big for him. The teacher looked at his former student with a questioning look.
“Some paint fell on the shirt and jacked, so I decided the shirt from my own uniform would be perfect. You know, to match,” he said it casually, but the teacher saw his lips quivering slightly.
Yuuto opened his mouth to say something… but then closed it, taking a deep breath instead. An invisible force indeed… he thought while putting on the shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror again. Thought it was big, he could still see a bit of the pleated black and blue skirt, but only if he raised his shoulders. If he relaxed and stood up as he normally did, it looked like he wore nothing underneath. The boyfriend shirt… this time Yuuto didn’t blush; he was too tired for that.
Seiji-kun’ lips quivered even more, but did his best to hold his laugh. “It looks erotic,” he said.
“It doesn’t feel like it,” Yuuto lied and got out of the bathroom before Seiji-kun could say anything else.
“Are you hungry?” Seiji-kun followed the teacher and then asked. Yuuto shook his head; he ate less than a couple hours ago, on his way to here. “But I am,” the former student said and went to the fridge. “Damn… there’s nothing… oh, I forgot I had this.”
In the dim darkness, Yuuto couldn’t see what Seiji-kun was talking about, so he got close. “You can’t. I won’t allow you,” the teacher said in a firm voice when he saw it was a wine bottle. “You’re underage.”
Seiji-kun seemed puzzled, and not the fake expression he sometimes did. “You’ve seen me drink before, haven’t you?”
“The wedding was different. Do you really think I’ll let you drink like this?” He tried taking the bottle, but Seiji-kun raised his arms, taking the wine out of Yuuto’s reach. “As an educator, I won’t let you drink,” he said it. Damn it! Why is he that tall? He thought. They struggle for a moment, and their faces became close. They stared at each other’s eyes, the bottle forgotten for a moment.
They both blushed and took a step back. “Then you drink it,” Seiji-kun said with a sly smile.
“Why would I?”
“Because if you don’t, I will.”
“Fine, give it to me then. I’ll drink it some other time.” I bet Yuuka will love this, thought I might as well try. Knowing Seiji-kun, this wine must be expensive.
Seiji-kun narrowed his eyes for a second. He was still for a moment and then suddenly he pulled the cork, went to the window, opened it, the wind howling inside, then he threw the cork and closed the window again.
Yuuto was baffled for a second and then ran to the window. “Why you did that?” he said, trying following the cock with his eyes, but it was impossible.
“Now you must to drink right away.”
“And why is that?” He was too tired to get angry.
“It’ll go bad if you leave it without the cork.” Seiji-kun said.
“Then just throw it out.”
“This bottle costs around one hundred thousand yen.”
The teacher eyes suddenly widened. How much? He knew nothing about wine, so he couldn’t tell if that was true or not. But he knew about his former student, enough to tell if he lied, but this time he couldn’t say. “Why are you trying to get me drunk this much?”
Seiji-kun thought for a moment, his face unreadable. “Better doing something than nothing,” he shrugged.
Yuuto understood. He’s trying to avoid talking about his future… Suddenly an idea crossed the teacher’s mind and he turned his hand to Seiji-kun. “You’re right.” The former student narrowed his eyes again, but in the end, he handed the bottle. Yuuto shook it a bit. There’s around a third left. Thanks to all the nights going out for to drink with Sawa-chan, this much wasn’t nowhere near enough to get him drunk. “But there’s a condition. I’ll take a drink every time you answer one of my questions.”
Seiji-kun’ face became a rock. He barely seem to breathe while considering his former teacher’s proposal. After a while, he opened his eyes. “Let’s do this.” He went to the kitchen, and came back with six small glasses. It was the same as the ones on the wedding, those shots of tequila. Yuuto recognized them and then stared at Seiji-kun, his eyes widened. “My brother-in-law forgot them here,” he said, his face serious.
“If we’re gonna play this, you can’t lie.” Yuuto saw through him immediately.
Seiji-kun breathed out slowly. “I promise.” He sat on the floor, rested his phone next to him and placed the glasses in front of him. Yuuto handed him the bottle and he filled them, not wasting even a drop.
“You seem used to this…” Yuuto said.
Seiji-kun scratched his head for a moment and then let out a big sigh. “I did this a lot back then… but that was before I…” He felt the sentence in the air. Yuuto could tell he was telling the truth, but he still wanted to hear the rest. Before what? Before me? Before we got to know each other? He wanted to ask, but he couldn’t use a question on this.
Yuuto sat on the floor, facing Seiji-kun and the drinks. The former student raised one glass. “You own me a drink.”
Yuuto accepted the wine shot, but didn’t drink it. “That wasn’t a question.”
Seiji-kun bit his lips for a moment. “Fine. Then ask.”
Even though he already knew the answer, Yuuto needed a starting point. “Do you have any future goals? Anything at all?”
The artist answered almost right away. “No. Not at all. Now drink.”
“Seiji-kun…” Yuuto stared into his eyes. The former student avoided the teacher’s look, but after a second, he looked back.
“I’m serious… Right now, I can’t see myself doing anything…” He looked the floor. “I don’t have anything that I love to do. I… I wished I had something like you have.”
Seiji-kun… Yuuto drank the wine in one gulp and lined the glass along the others, facing down.
The former student widened his eyes a little and then the smile returned to his lips. “You seem used to this.”
“If you ever go out for drinks with Sawa-chan, you’ll see this is nothing,” Yuuto said, though I’ve never drank wine shots. The drink wasn’t unfamiliar with him, but drinking it in one gulp made him a bit lightheaded. He shook his head and widened his eyes, trying to concentrate.
Seiji-kun noticed, and offered another shot. “Next question.”
“You seem awfully excited now,” Yuuto said, and still accepted the drink. “I know you’re not on good terms with your family, but they don’t care that you have no plan at all? Not even your sister?”
The painter picked up another shot and offered. “Those are two questions.”
Yuuto didn’t move. “It’s only one question.” he left the drink hanging, and held his stare.
There was a long silence and finally Seiji-kun lowered the glass. “My father’s too busy running the company. I think the last time I saw him was at the wedding and even then he never mentioned my future. My mother says I should stop acting like a child, go to college and graduate in business school to help the company,” he scoffed. “If she knew me just a little, she’d know I suck at math and probably would ruin the company. Besides, that’s my older brother’s future. He’s on the path to inherit the Red Stone Company and make it even bigger… that is if he can wait that long. He’s so ambitious I’m surprise he hasn’t tried to take over the company yet.”
Yuuto couldn’t help but chuckle. It matched the image of the man he met at the wedding, all business and ambition. “He’s never said anything about your future?”
“All he says is to not embarrass the family,” Seiji-kun said, shaking his head.
“And what about your sister?”
“We hang out and talk and stuff… but we rarely have a serious conversation.” He looked at the floor. “Ever since grandpa… ever since then, we avoid talking about my future,” Seiji-kun said in a low voice.
I guess they aren’t as close as I thought… After meeting her at the wedding, and after hearing Seiji-kun tales about what she did to him growing up during their sessions, Yuuto believed they were just as close as he and Yuuka were. Guess I was wrong… He brought the glass to his lips and turned it over his mouth.
This time he didn’t wait and he picked another one. “You say you don’t see yourself doing anything, but don’t you like painting? You’re so good you could become an artist.” Though I hope you don’t leave my side, Yuuto thought, but left those words in his heart.
Seiji-kun showed a tiny smile. “You’re the second person to tell me this,” he said. He rubbed his face slowly and closed his eyes. “I think I told you before, but I don’t like to paint. I like painting you. For some reason, when I look at you, it stirs my mind in so many ways I feel the need to pick up the brush… but I never felt this with anyone or anything else. You’re the only one who makes me like this.” They stared at each other’s eyes in complete silence.
Seiji-kun… Yuuto drank the shot. I only have three more questions now… he thought about them carefully. “What… what…” he hesitated. Don’t back down now. It’s for Seiji-kun’ own good. The teacher took a deep breath. “What kind of man you think your grandfather would want you to be?”
This time the silence was a long and heavy one, each second stretching. They stared at each other, Seiji-kun’ face completely unreadable. Yuuto could see the pain in those eyes though, and held his stare. It’s for his own good, he said to himself again, trying to drive away the pain in his own heart for hurting someone he cared about.
Seiji-kun looked down. “I don’t know.” Yuuto knew he wasn’t just avoiding the question. The teacher could see his former student had no idea. “Grandpa was like my dad, always thinking about his job, but there was a big difference. Grandpa born after the war, so he grew up thinking how he could change the lives of the people around him for the better, so when he had the power, he created many charities and donated a lot. But after grandma died, he changed. He started saying there was more to life than money. ‘I give food and clothes for the body, but what can I give to a soul?’ he started saying. After that, he spend his retirement encouraging people to read, to practice sport, martial arts, to create art…” Seiji-kun rubbed his eyes, hiding his tears. After a while, he looked back at the teacher. “He was the first person to say I should be an artist,” he ended with a genuine but small smile.
Seiji-kun… Yuuto wanted to cry too, wanted to hug him, to comfort him right now. But I can’t, he held himself. Because he had to ask another question, one that Seiji-kun wasn’t ready to hear. But I have to… I have to ask him to see his future self in a world without his grandfather. Yuuto himself couldn’t see that. If it was my own grandpa…
Yuuto drank the shot and picked up another, but the words never came out from his mouth. Come one… it’s for his own good! He said to himself again, ignoring the pain in his own heart.
“Seiji-kun… can you—”
Before he could finish, the former student reached out and grabbed the glass from Yuuto’s hand, drinking the wine shot himself.
Yuuto widened his eyes for a moment, and then a second later a weary smiled appeared on his lips. Guess this is the limit… He wanted to ask, but he knew his former student too well. He took a deep breathe. Even though he barely drank, the wine had made him more lightheaded than he thought it would. Shaking his head, he looked at the floor. There was still one glass left. What can I do with one more question? He picked up and looked at Seiji-kun, who was playing with the shot glass in his hand.
A thought crossed his head and out of impulse, Yuuto drank the shot. “How do you feel about me?” he blurted out.
Seiji-kun tilted his head, his cheeks slightly pink, though Yuuto could tell it was from embarrassment. He smiled. “Before that, you owe me a question,” he said, knocking the glasses aside and leaning in closer to the teacher. He stared Yuuto right in the eyes. “I want to kiss you.”
“That’s not a question,” Yuuto said, his mind going blank, his heart beating loudly.
Seiji-kun closed his eyes and then his lips met Yuuto’s.
Yuuto widened his eyes and then closed them, kissing Seiji-kun back.
The former student gently pushed the teacher on the floor, and his tongue was inside Yuuto’s mouth, who wrapped his arms around Seiji-kun’ neck.
“Seiji-kun,” Yuuto said when the student parted their lips and kissed the teacher on the neck. “This is happening because you want to or because of something else?” The words came out before he could stop them. Why am I ruining the moment? He didn’t mean to ask, but his mouth had a will of its own.
Seiji-kun stopped kissing him for a moment and looked the teacher in the eyes. “Does it matter?” he said slowly.
It does, it totally does… and it doesn’t. Yuuto pulled Seiji-kun closer and kissed him. He dreamt of this for so long, and even if he denied to himself, his body didn’t; he still woke up with his manhood hard because of those dreams, because of Seiji-kun. Even if it was just for one night, he wanted this… he wanted to be one with Seiji-kun.
Seiji-kun kissed him back, but then stopped. “Let’s take this to my room,” he whispered in the teacher’s ear…
So that’s what happened! Yuuto’s entire face became an alarming shade of red and he covered with his hands. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the embarrassment. The teacher couldn’t make it go away, neither the smile he had.
Yuuto looked at Seiji-kun through his fingers. Even after all we did, he can make such innocent face, the teacher thought. Before he knew, he was running his hand gently on Seiji-kun’ head, the memories coming back to him.
Seiji-kun kissing him, carrying him, unbuttoning the shirt, kissing Yuuto’s lips, neck, the chest, the nipples until they were hard, the belly and then down there. Yuuto remembered the weird sensation of Seiji-kun’ finger wet with lubricant inside him, and then how it became strangely better when he slipped the second finger in.
Yuuto remembered how they were facing each other when they became one Seiji-kun. How Seiji-kun hesitated, moving slowly, and despite the pleasure he felt himself, the artist was always asking if he was hurting his muse, even if he was ever gentle. Yuuto remembered how his seed flew out of him and the queer sensation of Seiji-kun’ seed gushing inside him. When they weren’t one anymore, the former student asked breathless if it had hurt, and when the teacher said only a bit, he was worried.
Yuuto remembered how Seiji-kun hesitated when the teacher said he wanted to try again. No matter how much he said it was okay, the artist was afraid of hurting his muse. The teacher got impatient and kissed him longingly and when his former student was hard, Yuuto pushed and sat on top of him. After a moment, Seiji-kun’ manhood was inside him again, and Yuuto moved up and down, until he found the pleasure spot.
Yuuto couldn’t remember the moment they weren’t one anymore. His mind was a complete haze of pleasure. But he did remember he was completely breathless and couldn’t stop smiling. When he lied back, he tried catching his breath. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Seiji-kun suddenly was on top of him.
Yuuto remembered how Seiji-kun seemed just as breathless as he was, but that didn’t stop him from hardening again, and when he realized the teacher wasn’t in pain anymore, he didn’t held back. Seiji-kun turned and lifted the teacher’s hip and then his manhood was inside Yuuto again, but after that, Yuuto could only remember that he lost his mind in a haze of pleasure. It was completely different from the first time. Seiji-kun was gentle and intense at the same time.
When they finished, Yuuto remembered Seiji-kun picking up the teacher’s clothes and handing to him. When he was dressed, the former student whispered. “Don’t leave me. Please.” He held the teacher tight in his arms, and when Yuuto hugged him back, he relaxed and then they fell asleep.
Yuuto remembered everything, and he would never forget.
Seiji-kun yawned and Yuuto pulled back his hand out of reflex. The former student cleaned the little drool on his lips before opening his eyes. He looked around and when he saw he wasn’t alone on the bed, he blinked a couple times.
“Good morning,” Yuuto said, smiling.
“Morning,” Seiji-kun said confused. He rubbed his eyes and then his hands moved to his temples. “Last night…” Yuuto held his breath. What’s he gonna say? Is he embarrassed? Even after he did all that to me, though I did a lot too… the teacher couldn’t help but blush. “…is a blur. What happened?”
He… doesn’t remember… Yuuto felt the happiness evaporating from him. Was the wine shot enough to make him drunk? Isn’t he used to drinking? Or is this one of his jokes? The teacher trying seeing past Seiji-kun’ drowsiness. I can’t tell if he’s lying or not… maybe if he was hungry, he could get drunk with only that…
“How much do you remember?” the teacher asked.
Seiji-kun sat up. “I remember the blackout… and then the drinking game.” He blinked his eyes again. “Ah, and I remember you washing my back,” he said with a sly smile.
That part you remember? Yuuto sighed. “Do you remember anything else? Nothing about what happened between us?”
“I… remember our talk…” Seiji-kun looked down. “Thanks for that. I’m not ready, but I need that.” He took a deep breath and then stared at the teacher, the genuine smile on his lips. “Thank you for always putting up with me.”
Yuuto gulped… and then smiled too. No matter how happy he was, no matter how much he wanted to be with Seiji-kun again, now wasn’t the time. More than a lover, right now Seiji-kun needed a friend, someone he could count on.
But I won’t give up. If I can’t make you remember our night together, I’ll make it happen again!
“You can always count with me, Seiji-kun,” Yuuto said, with a tiny smile.