Tokyo Boys

Notes for the chapter:

nabe (nabemono) - stew pot, served in cold seasons and kept hot at the dining table by portable stoves.
kotatsu - Japanese heating table. It's actually a (low) table with a heater built in it and a thick blanket or futon covers it.

TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 41


“Are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Chika asked her son for the umpteenth time, cupping his face between her hands.

“I’ll be fine…” he said and removed her hands. “Don’t worry.”

“Yuuto is a big boy now.” His brother-in-law intervened and patted Yuuto’s back, almost making him fall over. “Right?”

“Ye-yeah…” Yuuto mumbled. “I’ll see you next month…”

“Don’t burn the house down, Yuu-chan.” His older sister smiled at him.

“I’ll try…” He chuckled. “I’ll be waiting to hear the good news!”


After they had left, Yuuto looked around the house. It suddenly seemed so big and empty. He wondered what to do with his free time. He knew he should spend the time studying, but he had the urge to paint. It’s been a while since he was able to, and it felt almost therapeutic when he found the time. Unfortunately he wasn’t allowed to use any paints at home so all he could do was water color in his little drawing pad.

He just finished the sketch when his phone beeped with an incoming mail. He picked it up to read a short message from Daisuke.

“What’s up?”

He quickly typed a respond, inviting Daisuke over, before returning to his painting. The phone beeped again with a reply, but Yuuto didn’t even bother to check. He already knew. Indeed almost 40 minutes later, Daisuke was at the door.

Yuuto dropped his brush and went to open the door, inviting his friend inside.

“Are you home alone?” Daisuke asked, peering into the kitchen as he took off his shoes.

“Yeah… they left a while ago.”

Daisuke immediately strode to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Wow… your mom left you with a stock for a year!” he exclaimed, thinking about the nearly empty mini fridge back at sensei’s apartment.

“Did you eat already?” Daisuke asked and picked up the pot of nabe to heat on the stove.

“Not yet…” Yuuto stood next to him and watched as he picked up two bowls from the overhead cupboard. “But I had a lot to eat at noon…”

“I have an idea…” Daisuke said once his finished stirring, turning to face Yuuto.

“Hm?”

“Kotatsu!!” Daisuke squealed and picked up the nabe.

“Kotatsu!!” Yuuto returned the squeal with glee, grabbed the bowls and they both sprinted into the small living room.

Daisuke placed the pot on top of the heating table and slipped under the thick blanket next to Yuuto. They have done the winter tradition since childhood and used to spend hours under the heater as kids.

Daisuke poured the steamy stew into the bowls and started pigging on it like he hadn’t seen any food in months. “Ahh delicious!! Your mom’s nabe is the best!” he said with a full mouth and Yuuto giggled.

They sat closely together, eating and laughing, until their stomachs were full.

Daisuke fell back and spread his arms over his head. “That was great!” he said with a sigh and closed his eyes, “I’m so full…”

“Me too…” Yuuto lay down next to him, enjoying the warmth of the kotatsu and Daisuke’s body at such a close proximity.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the fluffy blanket, taking in the lingering smell of the stew. Daisuke opened his eyes and looked at Yuuto, enjoying the peaceful expression on the boy’s face. It felt as though everything that happened was just a bad dream and here they were, kids again, and Yuu-chan was all his and safe from harm.

Instinctively, he reached out a hand to move Yuuto’s bangs from his eyes. Yuuto raised his eyes and turned to face Daisuke, letting out some kind of purring sound.

Daisuke chuckled and continued to touch Yuuto’s face, running his fingers over the boy’s eyebrows and down his small chiseled nose. His hand slowly moved to cup Yuuto’s face and his thumb rested on the boy’s lips.

Daisuke felt himself drawn in by some mysterious unseen force. He leaned in, under the blanket, half covering Yuuto’s body. Their legs tangled and he could feel Yuuto was tensed. He hovered above him, an inch from his face and they locked eyes for a moment, before Yuuto’s big chocolate eyes shifted to Daisuke’s mouth.

Yuuto’s pursed lips parted slowly and he held still, almost too afraid to breathe. Daisuke’s lips touched his mouth softly. It felt so different than that other time. The warm lips hugged Yuuto’s bottom lip tenderly, before moving up to give the upper lip the same attention. Yuuto moaned softly when he realized the air was locked in his windpipe. A warm fuzzy feeling flooded his chest and he could feel the beginning of an erection in his pants. Daisuke continued to kiss him gently, still caressing Yuuto’s face with his fingers. He didn’t know how long he could still be in control of his body. It felt like he was going to explode any moment.

Yuuto could feel the tension in his body rising as Daisuke moved more of his weight on top of him. Daisuke was seeking an entrance to his mouth, and he could feel his own tongue pushing under his teeth to greet Daisuke’s warm tongue. Yuuto’s eyes started to close slowly, but Daisuke’s kiss became more raw and passionate, their teeth knocked together. When he felt Daisuke’s hand moving down his throat to his chest, he suddenly had a bright vision of a cracked ceiling, and distorted shadowy faces sneering above him, roughly handling him. And the searing pain….

He gasped and pushed Daisuke away abruptly, sitting up. His breath was erratic and cold sweat covered his forehead as he stared into the air, trying to breathe.

“Yuu-chan…” Daisuke whispered after a moment. He was leaning on his side, looking at Yuuto. “I’m sorry, Yuu-chan…” he whispered. “I got carried away…”

Yuuto didn’t even hear him. It felt like he was locked inside a small padded sound-proof cell. And the walls were closing down on him. His eyes widened as he found it harder to breathe and he leaned in, grabbing his chest with one hand and the table with the other.

“Yuu-chan, are you okay?” Daisuke started to worry when he noticed Yuuto was unresponsive. It almost looked like he was entering a catatonic state.

“Yuu-chan!” Daisuke grabbed his friend’s shoulders with both hands and shook him hard until finally Yuuto tuned his head to look at him.

“Dai… suke…” he mumbled as though he saw him for the first time. “I…”

“I’m sorry, Yuu-chan…” Daisuke shut his eyes tight. “I shouldn’t have done that…” His hold loosened and his hands slipped along Yuuto’s body. “I’m really sorry…”

Yuuto slowly began to remember what they were doing and felt his face burning all the way to the tip of his ears. He kissed Daisuke… he really did it… his heart thumped so loud he was sure the other boy could hear it.

“I… I’m sorry…” he mumbled, moving away from Daisuke’s reach.

“Are you okay?” Daisuke asked. “You scared me…”

“Ahh, sorry…” Yuuto blushed again and smiled sheepishly. He slowly raised his eyes to Daisuke’s worried face.

~*~

Daisuke didn’t attempt to kiss Yuuto again, but he was growing more and more aware of his desire to do so. It was strange to know someone most of your life and suddenly view him in an entirely different light. He fell asleep thinking about it and he woke up thinking about it.

His cock felt so rigid and strained and he rested his hand, touching the exposed glans lightly. Since sensei was away, all he could do to satisfy himself was by self pleasure. He didn’t wish to go to ni-chome anymore, especially when he knew that if he saw any of his ex friends he could resort to murder. He just knew he could do it.

He felt a little guilty masturbating while thinking about Yuuto’s innocent face, so he tried to envision Moriyama-sensei, but Yuuto’s big eyes haunted him. He squeezed his cock tight, milking it for what’s it worth, before throwing his head back on the pillow.

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