Touru to Shidou/Touru and Shidou

~*~*~*~Touru

Sunday, we got my phone, though it took us both a little bit to get started. Shidou insisted on being convinced to leave the bed, which resulted in us both being in the bed for a while longer. After we’d set everything up and he’d programmed his number and his parents numbers for me, even though I could have done it, we went to his parents house for a bit to let them know I had a phone. We ended up staying for dinner and Mom told us that didn’t get us out of Tuesday night. We assured her we’d be there. When we got home, I insisted on some study time and he insisted on helping me get to sleep.

The only good thing about finals was that we only had one or two classes a day and were out by noon. Both Pop and Dad scheduled us to be in around one so we had time for lunch together before we had to go to work. We decided that quizzing each other on subjects that we’d had or had but at different times this year would be helpful instead of just studying separately. That way we got to spend some time together. We also stopped studying around eight so we had time for other things. This was the schedule we’d come up with on Saturday. It did make the week a lot easier to get through.

At counseling on Tuesday, Joseph said that I was making such good progress that I could go to every other week appointments through the summer and, depending on how things went at the evidentiary hearings, that may be all we needed, that we’d be able to stop after that, if I was doing alright. He wanted to keep seeing me that long just to be sure that I would keep doing alright. It also meant Shidou and I would see him together once a month instead of every other week.

Thursday night, since I didn’t have anymore finals left, I got out of work a little early and picked up a nice dinner, texting Shidou that I was looking forward to him being home. His final the next day was English, so it wasn’t as bad as it could be. In fact, the teacher made us all swear not to spread it that she’d forgone the final. If any of the other classes found out, though, she’d fail us all. That was threat enough to keep us all silent. So, instead of study time at all, Shidou was going to have dinner ready for him and as much of a special night as I could make it. I had candles lit around the room when he came in.

~*~*~*~Shidou

It’d been a long day. I was tired and I didn’t look forward to studying at all. What I saw when I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, though, made me forget all about anything else. Touru was on the table, propped up on his elbows to look at me, completely nude. There were grapes and cherries on his lower stomach, falling between his legs as well as other small foods that could be eaten easily off of his body. The candles made it so that parts of him looked deep in shadows, but I could tell he was very excited. “I hope you like dinner,” he whispered.

I dropped my backpack on the floor. “Like would be too mild a word for how I feel about my dinner,” I said, looking at his eyes. I started kissing his toes and feet, slowly making my way up his legs, using my mouth to pick up some of the fruit while I made a quick path up one side of his body. “I love what you’ve done with the table,” I said, looking him in the eye from just over his hips.

He smiled at me, “When you’ve finished your dinner, you should see what I did to the bathroom and bedroom, too.”

I kissed him and he lay back on the table. “I love it when you take the initiative, Love,” I whispered just over his lips.

“Eat your dinner and see what else I did,” he said after kissing me again.

“Am I allowed to get more appropriately dressed?” I teased.

“Not yet,” he answered.

“Oh?” He refused to say anymore other than telling me to eat, though, and so I did. If he was going to be a brat about it, though, so was I. Or, at least I’d try. Using just my lips, my hands clasped behind my back, I plucked the fruits off of his body, trying to avoid his shaft, but that became harder as I ran out of fruit. It also was harder with the noises he kept making. He was enjoying being used as a plate a lot. He spread his legs for me and I had to use my tongue to tease out grapes or cherries from under his balls. I’ll admit to just licking his balls a few times just to hear the noises he made when I did. By the time I’d gotten the fruit off of him, I was hard and ready to do more than just eat off of him.

“Did you enjoy your dinner?” he asked softly, sitting up.

“I need more protein,” I complained, pushing him down.

“Not yet. Bathroom,” he whispered before kissing me and sliding off the table.

It took me a moment to stop staring at his ass and start following him. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, holding a towel over his arm so that it hid most of his body. I looked past him and the bathtub was filled with warm water, steaming lightly, and a few rose petals floating in it. There were more candles lit around the room. He was watching me, a touch of anxiety on his face, “Do you like it?”

“I do, very much.” I moved to hold him and he sidestepped me. “What?” I asked softly.

“I want to bathe you,” he whispered, his eyes dark when he looked at me.

“Only if you undress me, too,” I countered. He nodded and set the towel down on the sink. His hands were warm as they undid the buttons on my shirt and pushed it down my arms. While he worked on my pants, I pulled him closer and tried to kiss him, but he looked at his hands. I could see a bit of a grin on his face. He was having fun with his game, so I let him. He fondled me firmly through my pants under the pretense of unzipping them. “Pervert,” I muttered.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he replied, letting my pants fall off. When he looked up at me, I felt pulled in and bent to kiss him. He stepped away and knelt down to pull my pants off from around my legs.

“Tease.”

“Only for a little longer,” he replied softly, looking up at me from where he knelt. He rubbed his nose along my shaft and I gasped. Before I could deepen the contact or anything, he was standing again, urging me into the bath. I followed then tried to pull him in with me. “I want to bathe you,” he whispered.

“You’re the one that had food all over you,” I countered.

“I have a plan. You’ll enjoy it. Please,” his eyes begged me to play along with him.

“Okay,” I said, relaxing back in the water. He washed me with a touch that was light and gentle and yet incredibly erotic. I moaned for him and my eyes closed, letting him have complete control over what was happening. His hands left me and I looked over at him. I watched him step into the tub and bend over to draw the cloth he’d been using me through the water. He then bent back and washed himself, dragging the cloth over his chest and lower. I watched as he stroked himself with the cloth, moaning a little as he washed lower, his hand gently massaging his balls. I started to move, but the look he gave me stopped me. I watched him as he dropped the cloth and began to jack off for me, arching back into the wall, thrusting his hips forward, teasing his balls every few strokes. He wasn’t trying to get off, he was trying to make me hornier. And it was working. “Touru,” I groaned

~*~*~*~Touru

I looked into his eyes. My plan was working so far. I smiled, “Let’s dry you off and then go to the bedroom.” I got out of the tub and picked up the towel, waiting for him to get out of the tub.

“If you keep teasing me, I’m going to jump you and pound you into the floor, you little tease,” he complained as he got out of the water. I wrapped the towel around him and knelt to dry him off, deliberately touching places a little more firmly than strictly necessary. When I stood up, he was panting. “Touru,” he moaned.

“Wait here until I call you,” I whispered just a breath away from his lips.

He tried to kiss me, but I left the room. “You tease!” he yelled at me.

I laughed a little as I went into the room. I’d spent a little money from my savings to get nice sheets and had the bed made up nicely. I lit candles around the room before lying on the bed and calling him in. When he stopped in the door, “Now, my love, you may do whatever you like to me.” I had positioned myself in what I hoped was an enticing manner. One hand was on the pillow, playing with my hair. My other hand was on my hip, my finger tips just touching my hair down there. From his expression, I think it worked. I also had the condoms and lube already out on the bedside table so everything was ready for him.

He crawled on the bed, careful not to touch me. “I should make you suffer,” he whispered. I looked up at him, and he groaned, letting his body settle onto mine, “But you look too good.” He kissed me and rolled his hips into mine. I pulled my hand out and held onto his butt. He pulled my hand away from his body and pinned both of them above my head. He broke our kiss, “I should study.”

“Why?” I asked, my voice husky and I rolled my hips into his.

His eyes looked at me a long time before he answered, “I forgot.” He bent down and kissed me and rewarded me for my creativity. His hands slid from my wrists to my hands, our fingers interweaving as he continued to kiss me deeply. For a long time, he held my hands and made love to my mouth. Languidly, he pulled back, “What would you like, my beloved?”

“You can do to me anything you want, Love. I’m yours. This is your graduation present from me to you.”

He looked at me and it was too dark for me to really see his eyes. “This is the best present I have ever received, bar none.” His slid his hand down my body and lifted my leg over his hip. He then propped himself up a little so that I could see his eyes. “Will you…will you marry me?”

My heart stopped. “You mean it?” I whispered.

“I do, I got you a ring. It’s in my backpack. I was going to ask you at dinner with my parents.” His hand slid back up my body to caress my cheek, “I can get out of bed and ask you properly, if you want me to.”

“I will,” I whispered. I put my hand on his shoulder and slid it into his hair, “I would love to marry you.” He came to me and we kissed, sealing our promise. I was kind of in a daze the rest of the night. I know he made love to me, he explored every inch of my body, making me turn over so he could kiss my back and butt all the way down my legs and back up after he had me turn back over. He entered me and held my knee over his shoulder. I felt him go deeper in my body than I thought possible. I held onto him as much as possible, calling for him as I came, feeling him come, hearing him call for me, too. The best part, though, was the look in his eyes every time he looked at me. His eyes told me I was everything to him. That was wonderful and frightening, exciting and comforting.

Very carefully, he slid my leg to the bed and licked my stomach clean before pulling me to his chest. I draped my leg over his, my fingers tracing tiny patterns on his chest. “When do you want to get married, my love?”

He brought my fingers to his lips, “I’m not sure. I was trying to decide if before college or after would be better.” He put my hand back on his chest and held it there, “What kind of wedding would you like?”

“Something simple. Just those important to us there. Your family, some of your friends from school, like Jason, Alana and a couple other people I’m going to introduce you to this weekend.”

“What would you like to wear?” he asked, sliding his hand up my arm to caress my hair.

“I don’t know. Part of me wants to wear a dress, part of me wants to wear a suit.” I laughed, “Do you have a preference?”

“I’ve never seen you in a suit, so how could I answer?”

I sighed, “When shall we tell your parents?”

“Tonight. I want you to have your ring.” He hugged me, “I’m so happy, Touru.”

I moved up to kiss him, “So am I.” I brushed his lips, “So very happy. I love you.” I kissed him deeper before moving to lie on the bed again.

He wriggled to hold me closer, “You got new sheets?”

“Yeah,” I said, reaching over his body to stroke them.

“They’re soft. I like them.”

“I’m glad.” I kissed his chest and looked at the clock, “It’s almost ten, Love. If we’re going to call your parents, we need to call them soon.”

He kissed me, “Stay here, I’ll be back.” He got up and I heard him move through the apartment. He came back with his phone and a small box. He opened the box and took out a simple gold band and held out his hand for mine. I gave him my hand and he slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit. I looked at him and before I could ask, he said, “Your ring finger is about the size of my pinky finger, I thought. I’m glad. It’s engraved on the inside, too. It says, ‘I love you always.’” His eyes were bright.

I sat up and kissed him and then hugged him tightly. “I love you, too.”

He sniffled and pulled away from me, holding up the phone and dialing his parents. I held him loosely while he waited for them to answer. “Dad, hi…yeah, I know it’s late, but I had something to tell you guys…Yes, it’s about us…Well, if you’ll be quiet a moment, I’ll tell you all.” He rolled his eyes at me and mouthed, ‘they’re all on.’ “Okay, okay,” he took a deep breath, “Touru agreed to marry me.” With that, he held the phone away from his ear and I could hear the squealing on the other end. He wrapped an arm around me and held me to his chest. When the volume dropped on the phone, he held it so we could both talk and listen.

“Are you there?” Pop asked.

“We’re here,” we both answered.

“We’re so happy for you!” “Have you picked a day?” “What are you going to wear?” “Congratulations” all fell from the phone at once.

We laughed, “We haven’t decided if we should marry before or after college and we haven’t decided what to wear, and thank you.”

“You could do both. Have a ceremony before you go and do the legal mumbo jumbo after,” Mama suggested.

“Yeah, we just never got around to legally marrying each other,” Mom agreed.

“Well, we took care of all the legalities without having to marry and when we were their age, it wasn’t allowed for us all to be married,” Dad pointed out.

“We could always get married now, if we wanted to,” Pop suggested.

Mom laughed, “It’d just be another form to fill out. We’re happy, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” the other three chimed on cue, Mama continuing, “And that’s what matters.”

“Will you boys come to dinner tomorrow?” Mom asked.

I nodded and Shidou answered, “We’d love to.”

“We’ll have Black Forest cake, too,” she added, sounding very pleased.

“We’ll be there,” we both said, and Shidou continued, “Good night. We’ve had a long day and I still have a final in the morning.”

There was more laughing and teasing before they hung up. I sighed and rested against his chest, looking at my ring. He hung up the phone and kissed my head, “I love you.”

“I know you do,” I answered softly. “You show me in so many ways.” I looked up at him, “I couldn’t have picked anyone better for a lover, even if I had the whole world to pick from.”

“I think I got the better deal, though,” he whispered, holding me close. “I have a lover and a friend.”

~*~*~*~Shidou

His eyes when he looked at me held so much. “You are my best friend, Shidou,” he whispered.

I kissed him, “I know.” I held him tightly to my chest. I didn’t want to let him go. He leaned into me and I caressed his hair. After a while, I felt him trying not to yawn. “Let’s get some sleep, my love.”

“I was enjoying being held,” he murmured.

“I can hold you in our sleep, Love.” I moved us so we were lying on our sides, him to my chest, my arms tightly around his body. I pulled the sheet up to cover us and he was asleep before I’d wrapped my arms around him again. While he slept, I held his hand, tracing the ring I’d given him. I really had meant to wait, but I was glad, very glad he’d said yes. He sighed in his sleep and I let my eyes drift closed. I think I preferred him sleeping on my chest, but he wanted to be held.

The next thing I was aware of, he was kissing me. “It’s time to wake up, Shidou,” he whispered.

I pulled him down, “But, I was having such a nice dream.”

He was laughing when he asked, “What kind of dream?”

I opened my eyes, “That you were a plate and then bathed me and then said yes.”

He blushed, “That wasn’t a dream, my love.”

“No?” I asked, trying to sound surprised.

“It was real.” His cheeks got redder, “I’m very glad it was real, too.”

“I’d still rather stay in bed with you,” I said, pouting.

He kissed me again, “You have one more final and I have to work.”

I sighed, hugging him, “How much time do we have before we have to go?”

“Half an hour,” he answered, kissing me before pulling away.

“Why’d you let me sleep so long?”

“I was writing and lost track of the time.”

I sat up, “How do you lose track of the time with a clock on you monitor?”

He stood, holding out his hand to me, “By not looking at it. I was rather distracted this morning.” He looked at his other hand, the one with his ring, and smiled. “Also, you usually wake up on your own. I’m sorry, Lover.”

I held his hand while I stood, “Are you happy?”

“Very.”

“Then don’t be sorry.” I kissed him softly then let him go so I could get dressed. I could feel him watching me and when I turned, he was, his eyes looking very content. He blushed when he saw I was looking at him. “What were you thinking?” I teased him.

“Mine,” he answered, looking back at me, his cheeks still red.

I walked over and slid my arms around his waist, “Yep, and happy about it. Now, before I have to do something about it, go in the living room.”

His hands went to my ass, “Maybe I want you to do something about it.”

“We only have half an hour,” I countered.

“That’s enough time,” he said, kissing my neck. He then began whispering in my ear, “I could pull down my pants and bend over for you and it wouldn’t take us that long to finish, would it?”

“You horny little bastard,” I moaned. He’d pulled down the boxers I’d managed to put and began massaging my shaft.

“Complaining?” he asked, pulling harder on my shaft.

I undid the button on his pants and forced down the zipper, “No.” I felt him reach around to his pocket and pull something out. His hand left me and I looked down to see a condom and the lube in his hand. “You really are a bastard,” I growled.

“No, I’m really horny,” he countered, putting the condom on me and handing me the lube. He then turned and bent over the bed, his hands on the mattress. I couldn’t resist smacking his ass before rubbing my shaft between his cheeks. “Don’t tease, just do me,” he moaned.

I pulled back a little to put lube on and then tossed the bottle on the bed to spread his cheeks with both hands, “You asked for it.” I pushed all the way in and his back arched as he cried out in pleasure. I didn’t wait, I just moved, fucking him hard and fast. “Jack yourself off,” I growled at him. His hand came off the bed and he complied. I felt his muscles tighten around me and his other hand came up to hold my hand while he stayed bent over. His spine bent back and his muscles rippled around me as his hand left mine. I came, his body pulling it out of me, before resting my head on his back, panting.

He wriggled a little so that I slid out of him, “Let me go wash my hand.”

“Why?” I groaned, not wanting to move away just yet.

“Because I don’t want to go to work with come all over it,” he answered deadpan.

“Gimme,” I said, standing and letting him up. I watched his face as I cleaned his hand. Though not as good cool, I liked the taste of his come. “I’ll need more tonight.”

“We’re going to your parents after work, remember?”

“We’re not going to be there all night all night, and we don’t have to work tomorrow.”

He blushed and looked away, “Okay. But, we have like ten minutes to get out of here.”

“You’re the one that distracted me,” I countered.

“And you enjoyed it.” He kissed me and left the room.

“No doubt about that,” I said and he smiled at me from the doorway.

~*~*~*~Touru

We managed to leave on time. It was weird not going to school with him. He kissed me at the corner where we parted and I watched him for a bit before heading to work. Today would be one of the few days I worked full time. I was taking three classes this summer, one in each block. The first was a three week English class that met 8 to 12 every day. I’d work in the afternoons, then. The second block would be a five week math class that met Monday through Thursday from 9 to 11 and I’d work those afternoons and all day Friday. The last block was a three week “how to take college” course that was required, for some strange reason. It met from 12 to 4 every day and I’d work mornings. Then I had a week off, and I would take the whole week off because that would be the last week Shidou and I would have together until Christmas break. Yes, we’d have weekends, but we were going to do something special that week, we just hadn’t decided what, yet.

I got to work early and was staring at my ring when Pop arrived. “You look happy,” he said, sitting on the bench next to me.

“I am, I really am, all the way to my toes.” I smiled at him.

“I’m glad. You’re probably gonna have people tell you you’re moving too fast, y’know,” he looked across the parking lot.

“Yeah, I know, but it just feels right, y’know. It’s what should be. We fit together so well. And, we’ve known each other online for almost a year, too.”

He put his arm over my shoulder, “Dad and I were together three weeks when we decided we wanted to be together the rest of our lives. It took two weeks for us to reach the same decision with Mom and Mama. If it’s right, it’s right. I wish you the same luck we’ve had.”

I smiled at him, “It takes work to get that kind of luck.”

He ruffled my hair, “Smart boy. You know that. He’s grown up with it. I think you’ll do fine.”

“And we know where to get help if we need it,” I added.

“If we had reservations about your relationship, Touru, we wouldn’t have encouraged him to move in. We saw that you two genuinely cared for each other and that you had the starts of a good relationship. You’ve made good decisions.”

I hugged him, “Thank you.”

“Now, no daydreaming today or I’ll have reservations about taking you driving tomorrow.”

I gave him a horrified look, “I…I…what about goofy grins?”

He laughed, standing, “Those I’ll allow.”

We went into work and at lunch, we went to the DMV to get my permit. I passed the written without a problem and Pop let me drive back to the office since they were quiet roads. I was a little tense, but he said I did alright. Every one at work told me congratulations, though some seemed a little less sincere than others. A lot of people asked when we’d be getting married, and I said I didn’t know. I was getting an idea though, but I’d have to talk to Shidou about it first.

When we left for the day, I was nervous and excited. Pop asked me if I wanted to drive and I told him I had too much on my mind at the moment. “Oh?” he asked.

“I have to ask Shidou something and I can’t wait for his answer,” I replied, bouncing a little.

He laughed, “Then, I suppose we should get you home before you explode.”

He drove and I fidgeted in the seat. When we got to their house, I raced out of the car and practically ran into Shidou as he opened the door. “I have something to ask you,” we both said at the same time and everybody laughed.

“You first,” he said.

“Y’know we both have that week before school off, right?” I said, bouncing. I couldn’t help it. I was excited and anxious.

“We could have the ceremony the Friday before and have that as our honeymoon,” he finished.

“How’d you know that’s what I was gonna say?” I flopped, disappointed a little that he already knew.

“Because I had the same idea, Love. I also thought we could have the ceremony at the over look. What do you say?”

“At sunset?” I asked softly. He nodded and I said, “I’d like that a lot.”

He hugged me tightly to himself and I leaned on his shoulder. “I’m so glad you agree,” he whispered.

“I’m so happy you do, too.” Arms wrapped around us and his parents hugged us while saying congratulations and that they loved us.

We had dinner. Mom had outdone herself and we ended up taking leftovers home with us. There, Shidou showed me how happy he was and it was almost one in the morning by the time we fell asleep, me on his chest. I liked it better that way