Chapter Text
At a quaint, little bar a few blocks away from his campus, one Sawamura Eijun was sitting at the counter holding what he assumed was his fifth shot of tequila if the four empty glasses in front of him were anything to go by. The place wasn’t full, but there were enough people that a social ambiance was present. And though said people weren’t bothering him, Eijun still wished they’d all go away so he could drink in peace. Then again, maybe he wanted the attention since he could’ve drunk his sorrows away at home just as easily.
He stared down at the clear liquid in his glass and made a face. It smelled bad. It tasted awful. He’d never liked the drink in the first place. He was definitely going to regret everything in the morning. But what did it matter? He was already feeling like shit and it helped numb the pain. He threw back the liquor and slammed the empty glass onto the counter, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt it burning his throat.
“Bartender!” Eijun loudly shouted as he raised his empty glass. “Another round!”
“No,” The Bartender curtly replied, not even bothering to look up from the glass he was cleaning.
“Why not?” Eijun whined. “Just one more, please?” he begged.
“I said no. And lower your voice, people are staring.”
“Kuramochi-senpai is a meanie!”
“I already gave you more than I should’ve,” the bartender named Kuramochi answered. “And you better have a way home, ‘cause you’re not crashing upstairs again.”
“I’m a paying customer, so you should be treating me with respect!” Eijun wailed through drunken slurs.
“Don’t make me kick you out,” Kuramochi threatened in a low, whispered voice.
“What’s wrong with having a couple of drinks, huh?”
“That’s way more than couple if you ask me,” Kuramochi retorted, nodding at the line of shot glasses in front of Eijun.
“And who’s fault is that?” Eijun countered. “Come on, senpai. One more won’t hurt, right?”
Kuramochi just gave Eijun a look that meant he wasn’t going to budge.
Eijun let out a long and dramatic sigh. “Alright fine. I get it, no one loves me enough to take care of me,” he declared before folding his arms and turning his head away in a pout.
Kuramochi sighed. “Sawamura—”
“Then, can I take you up on that offer?” Someone softly called out.
Eijun turned his head towards the voice and finally noticed the other man seated at the counter a few seats away from him. Eijun would’ve liked to blame the alcohol for the immediate attraction, but this man certainly didn’t disappoint.
He had one arm resting on the counter, the other lazily holding his glass of whiskey. This position made his dress shirt tight in all the right places, showing wonderfully toned muscles. His caramel coloured hair wasn’t neatly styled, but rather slightly ruffled and fell in a way that gave him a playful yet sexy charm. The rectangular frames suited his face and held the most beautiful amber eyes behind them. Eijun felt like he could easily get lost in them.
From the way he carried himself all the way down to that self-satisfied smirk, this man oozed confidence. He was attractive and he knew it.
The man shuffled out of his seat and came to lean against the counter right next to Eijun. “Well?” His sultry baritone voice asked.
“…Huh?” Eijun smoothly said, still in a daze. As the handsome stranger softly chuckled, it was hard to tell if Eijun’s flushed face was from the alcohol or embarrassment.
“I was wondering if you’d let me take care of you tonight.” He rested a hand on Eijun’s thigh. “I can give you all the attention you want,” he added with a smirk.
“Miyuki, wai—” Kuramochi began, but stopped when the stranger gave him a look. They seemed to have a silent conversation which eventually made Kuramochi back off with his hands raised in surrender. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered as he walked to the other side of the counter.
The handsome man, Miyuki as he was apparently called, turned back to Eijun. “By the way, I didn’t catch your name. You are…?”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask for somebody’s name without giving your own first?” Eijun asked, thankful his intoxication didn’t completely cloud his judgement.
“Feisty one, aren’t you?” Miyuki teased.
“Just letting you know what you’re getting into,” Eijun playfully bantered back.
“Well, it’s a good thing I love a challenge,” Miyuki said as he reached for one of Eijun’s hands. He proceeded to press a short but sweet kiss onto the back of Eijun’s hand, all the while never breaking eye contact. This time, Eijun knew for sure that the blush on his face was neither from alcohol nor embarrassment, but because of the flirtatious man in front of him. It made Eijun a little frustrated to admit he kind of liked it.
“But I guess I should tell you my name is Miyuki Kazuya, since you’ll be putting it to good use tonight,” Miyuki said with a wink.
Eijun’s blush intensified, his whole face burning up. “Rather arrogant, don’t you think?” he questioned as he retracted his hand.
“But you like it, don’t you?”
Yes, you beautiful, shitty bastard. “I haven’t even said yes to your invitation.”
“Baby steps, baby steps. I’m just asking for your name right now,” Miyuki said, looking at Eijun expectantly.
“…Sawamura Eijun.”
“Eijun, huh? That’s quite appropriate with how innocent your reactions are.”
Eijun, who naively thought he couldn’t be more flushed, felt the heat extend to the tips of his ears.
Miyuki just laughed in response. “Man, I had a feeling you’d be interesting, but I didn’t think you’d be this much fun.”
“Glad you’re having so much fun,” Eijun dryly replied.
“It’s a compliment, trust me.”
“Sure it is,” Eijun scoffed.
“It’s as much of a compliment as me telling you how beautiful your eyes are,” Miyuki answered. Eijun was going to have to take back what he said before. Fuck this lousy tequila for messing with his head and making Miyuki sound so smooth and look like a work of art.
“So? Which are you exactly? A charming gentleman? Or a cocky asshole?”
Miyuki leaned in close, lips lightly grazing Eijun’s ear. Eijun caught a whiff of his cologne, the musky scent almost dizzying. “Would you like to find out?” Miyuki whispered right into his ear. His breath tickled a little, but Eijun was much more taken in by the deep and seductive sound that was Miyuki’s voice. Miyuki pulled back enough to make their noses touch, that smirk making its way back onto his face.
This time, it was Eijun’s turn to surprise Miyuki with his boldness as he reached around to the back of Miyuki’s head and smash their lips together. There wasn’t any tongue involved, but he tilted his head and held it long enough to convey his interest. When he pulled away, the look of shock written all over Miyuki’s face was such a sweet victory.
“Lead the way.”
Kazuya could tell Sawamura was nervous. Even just leaving the bar and finding the nearest love hotel, he could feel the confidence Sawamura had earlier slowly fade away. The closer they got to their room, the more agitated he became. But Kazuya didn’t mind; it was the shy ones who always became the most enthusiastic in the end. Screw Kuramochi for trying to cockblock him earlier.
Once they reached their room, Kazuya inserted the key card into the slot and unlocked the door. He stepped to the side, gesturing for Sawamura to enter. Sawamura was a bit reluctant, but he eventually walked inside, Kazuya following close behind.
Sawamura kept looking around the room, his movement awkward and stiff making it clear he was unsure of how to proceed. He also wouldn’t look at Kazuya, choosing to keep his back to the other.
“You can sit down if you’d like,” Kazuya offered as he gestured to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“Comfortable? What? You think I look uncomfortable? Ha, that’s ridiculous,” Sawamura quickly replied. He continued to wring his hands, never looking at Kazuya directly.
“Hey now, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” Kazuya teased.
Sawamura immediately spun around at that. “O-of course not!” he vehemently denied. “If anything, you’d be the one getting cold feet,” he retorted like a 5-year-old.
“Oh? And why would that be?”
“Well…I’ve obviously done this tons of times before. Between the two of us, I’m the expert and you’re the novice.” It was a blatant lie and they both knew it, but Kazuya found it amusing and decided to play along.
“Hmm, an expert you say? Is that so?” Kazuya asked as he slowly approached Sawamura. “You wouldn’t mind if I practice my skills on you then, would you?”
Sawamura immediately started walking backwards away from Kazuya. “Wh-what are you doing?” But Kazuya didn’t need to explain once Sawamura’s back was against the wall, the look of realization and nervousness setting in when he looked behind him to confirm there was nowhere left to go.
“Hey, relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” Kazuya said reassuringly. When close enough, he wrapped his arms around Sawamura to hold him in place. Kazuya brought their foreheads together, forcing Sawamura to look him in the eye. Something he hadn’t done since they left the bar. “No need to run, I just want to make you feel good.”
This little tease seemed to strike a nerve with Sawamura. “I wasn’t scared. A man never backs down from a challenge,” he pouted. God. That stupidly, straight-forward stubbornness was seriously tempting. Kazuya was a little ticked off at himself for finding this guy’s honest reactions so irresistible.
“You sure? I won’t stop if you say no,” he whispered into Sawamura’s ear, giving it a quick nibble. Sawamura visibly stiffened but didn’t say anything in return. Kazuya took his silence as an okay to proceed and began attacking Sawamura’s neck, switching between sucking and nibbling at the soft, sun-kissed skin. Sawamura wiggled and squirmed, his eyes shut tight. One hand grabbed at Kazuya’s sleeve to keep himself grounded while the other hand was over his mouth to suppress his moans.
Though it was adorable how Sawamura tried to hold himself back, Kazuya accepted Sawamura’s silent challenge of making him mewl in pleasure. As Kazuya’s mouth continued to leave marks on any piece of exposed skin along Sawamura’s neck, he decided to let his hands join the fun. One hand made its way down to gently grope at Sawamura’s ass, the other reaching underneath his shirt and snaking its way up to his nipple. Kazuya flicked and fondled at the nub of flesh, feeling it harden underneath his fingers. His lips returned to Sawamura’s ear and when he bit down, he pinched Sawamura’s nipple while giving the ass cheek in his other hand a firm grab all at the same time. The sensory overload made Sawamura move his hand, needing both hands to cling to Kazuya’s arms for support. Even so, Kazuya still felt Sawamura begin to slide down the wall and placed a leg in between Sawamura’s thighs to keep him up.
Losing to the pleasure, Sawamura tilted his head, giving Kazuya more access to his nape. Kazuya took the opportunity to drag his tongue slowly from the base of Sawamura’s neck all the way up to his jaw line, reveling in the way it made Sawamura shiver. Just as he pulled his tongue away, Kazuya ground his thigh into Sawamura’s groin, finally making him let out a breathy gasp of surprise and desire. Which gave Kazuya the chance to give Sawamura’s mouth some much needed attention.
Kazuya started slow, pressing soft kisses into Sawamura’s lips and occasionally nibbling at the lower one. He tipped his head slightly to get a better angle and was glad when he felt Sawamura do the same. Soon, he began pushing his tongue in and almost smirked at how quickly the other man opened up. Kazuya dragged his tongue along the roof of Sawamura’s mouth, feeling him moan again. This one hot and needy, desperate for more. Almost immediately, Kazuya could feel his blood rushing lower to his nether regions, needing to grip Sawamura’s hip tightly to calm himself down. He was so addicted to Sawamura’s reactions that it took him by surprise to find out just how much Sawamura was affecting him as well.
He continued to swirl his tongue around the inside of Sawamura’s mouth as his free hand reached up into Sawamura’s hair to run his fingers through it, gently pulling at the strands at the back of Sawamura’s neck. It drove Sawamura even further off the edge if possible, a deep desire-filled moan muffled into their kiss, the vibration adding to Kazuya’s lust.
When Kazuya pulled away for air, it took every ounce of self restraint to not immediately ravish Sawamura right then and there. Sawamura was panting hard, saliva seductively glistening on his plump lips, eyes half-lidded in desire. He was basically using Kazuya’s thigh as a seat at that point, his legs too weak to hold himself up.
Kazuya smirked even though he was breathing just as hard. “So…you’ve done this tons of times, huh?”
Part of the lust across Sawamura’s face was rapidly replaced with irritation, causing him to shove Kazuya back until they both fell onto the bed. He pushed himself up to sit on top of Kazuya, his thighs straddling Kazuya’s waist. “Don’t think this is just going to go your way,” he declared.
“By all means,” Kazuya responded, the smirk never leaving his face.
Sawamura tried to rush and undo Kazuya’s shirt, but his fingers fumbled with the buttons as his nerves and frustration increased. Kazuya tried his best to hold back his laughter, but Sawamura must have felt him shaking.
“Hey! Stop making fun of me!” Sawamura shouted. He looked angry, but the bright pink blush across his face wasn’t very convincing.
Kazuya let out a chuckle before he grabbed Sawamura’s waist and flipped their positions to be on top. He gently reached out for the side of Sawamura’s face. “How strange. I can’t seem to take my eyes off you,” he said with a warm smile. Sawamura’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth slightly ajar. Kazuya seized the moment to sit back on his heels and unbutton the rest of his shirt before shrugging it off and tossing it aside.
Kazuya turned back to find Sawamura still distracted and smirked. “Hey, shouldn’t you be more focused on this?” he asked, palming at Sawamura’s erection. Sawamura yelped and reached down trying to push Kazuya’s hands away, borderline wrestling and swatting at Kazuya.
“S-stop it…” Sawamura said, but with much less gusto than before. Kazuya raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but ultimately dismissed the behaviour as Sawamura getting embarrassed again.
“I thought I told you I wasn’t going to stop,” Kazuya countered. He eventually gained the upper hand and was able to trap Sawamura’s hands above his head. Kazuya leaned down to Sawamura’s ear and whispered, “Just focus on feeling good. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
Sawamura seemed to calm down, or at least he stopped struggling enough that Kazuya didn’t need to restrain his hands. He still looked out of it and wouldn’t look Kazuya in the eye. To get his attention again, Kazuya turned to Sawamura’s torso. He pushed Sawamura’s shirt up, exposing skin all the way up to his nipples and admired the nicely toned body the other was sporting. Kazuya bent down to lick at one of his nipples and liked how Sawamura twitched in response. He began to suck and lick at the nipple while at the same time, slowly running a hand up Sawamura’s abdomen. He then switched to pepper kisses all over Sawamura’s chest as he dragged his hand back down, tracing the muscles he felt along the way.
Kazuya could see and feel Sawamura trembling underneath his fingers and started to grin in between kisses. “Hey now,” he said as he raised himself to hover over Sawamura, “Does it feel that go—” Kazuya’s eyes widened in surprise, the words lost on his tongue.
Kazuya now realized that Sawamura wasn’t shivering from pleasure or anticipation, but rather to hold back his sobs. Sawamura’s arms were draped over his eyes, maybe to hide his embarrassment but more likely to cover his tear-stained face. Though it wasn’t very effective since Kazuya could still see the tracks Sawamura’s tears left on the lower half of his face. His fists and teeth were clenched tightly, a few stray whimpers escaped his lips. It was the spitting image of a child pretending to be brave, never letting anyone see how much they cry behind closed doors.
“Senpai,” Sawamura whispered.
Kazuya just stared, unsure of what to do. He was never the best when it came to these things. But seeing Sawamura like that made something stir inside of him. It actually…hurt to see Sawamura like that.
Before he knew it, Kazuya’s hand reached under Sawamura’s arms for his cheek, wiping away the tears that fell with his thumb. Sawamura visibly froze and let out a small gasp. He moved his arms slightly, his eyes peeking out to look at Kazuya. It was vexing how the tears welled in those golden orbs made him even more alluring as they gleamed in the pale moonlight.
Before Kazuya could speak, something snapped Sawamura to his senses as he rushed to sit up and get off the bed. He got up so fast that Kazuya almost didn’t have enough time to move out of the way and avoid smashing into each other.
“I’m sorry,” Sawamura said, rubbing at his eyes. “I can’t do this.” And with those last words, Sawamura slammed the door behind him and was gone.
Vrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrr.
Eijun groaned at the sound of his phone vibrating. He pawed around aimlessly at the coffee table trying to reach for the offender that woke him up, confused when he couldn’t find it. He tipped his head up from the couch and looked through narrowed eyes, still not seeing his phone anywhere on the table. He sat up to get a better view only to find out his phone was right next him the entire time when he accidentally rested his hand on it.
Unfortunately, or fortunately he couldn’t really tell, Eijun wasn’t able to answer the call before the phone stopped vibrating, before he could even check who was calling. He sighed and crawled back underneath his covers, hoping to get some more sleep. But as fate would have it, his phone started to vibrate again.
This time, he was ready. “What?” Eijun viciously spat when he answered the call.
“Good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty,” Kuramochi sarcastically replied through the phone.
Eijun sighed. “I’m sorry, senpai. What time is it? Or better yet, why are you calling?” He asked while rubbing at his temples, the hangover starting to set in.
“It’s almost 3:30 in the afternoon. And I guess you didn’t remember that you were supposed to move in today, huh?”
Sawamura bolted up-right at that, making his headache get a lot worse. “Ugh…,” He groaned as he clutched his head. “That was today?”
“Sure was. I kept trying to warn you last night, but you wouldn’t listen and kept demanding more shots,” Kuramochi lectured.
“Can’t we do this another day?” Eijun pleaded, his voice tinged with hope.
“No, no you can’t,” was the reply Eijun heard, but not from the phone. Eijun turned towards the sound of the voice and saw his friend Kanemaru standing at the kitchen counter. “You promised you’d only be on my couch just until Kuramochi-senpai moved out and you could move in.”
“Kanemaru, please! Just one more day, I swear!” Eijun begged.
“…Give me a good reason for why you can’t do it today,” Kanemaru countered.
“Uh…my stuff isn’t here yet?” Eijun suggested.
“The movers literally just dropped everything off, Bakamura,” Kuramochi said through the phone. “They arrived on time and called me asking where you were. Which by the way, why the hell did you give them my number?”
“Well it’s a good thing I did, didn’t I? They needed to get in, you let them in. Problem solved,” Eijun replied.
“That was only because I forgot to return the spare key to the landlord. And ‘problem solved’ my ass. You’re supposed to be here to take care of this!”
“But you like taking care of others, don’t you?” Eijun tried to reason.
“If you’re not here within the next hour, I will tell the landlord to cancel your lease and find a new tenant,” Kuramochi threatened.
“What?! You can’t do that!” Eijun screeched.
“Why did you sleep in anyway? You never sleep this late into the day,” Kanemaru interjected, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Um…I was really tired?” Eijun answered, though it sounded more like a question than anything.
“Is that also why you came back late and didn’t change out of your clothes before falling asleep?”
“…Yes?”
Kanemaru approached Eijun and sniffed, jumping back almost immediately. “You reek of alcohol! Get your ass to your new apartment, you drunkard!” he yelled.
“But—” Eijun couldn’t finish his sentence and instead had to dodge the bottle of water Kanemaru threw at him. “Okay, okay, I’m going!” He knew better than to press his luck and convince Kanemaru of anything at this point. He grabbed his overnight bag and ran out the door, only to come right back in sheepishly rubbing at the back of his head.
“Um, could you give me ride?”
Eijun sighed and flopped down onto the couch of his new apartment. It was well into the evening, the sunset peaking through the glass door of his balcony. Once Kanemaru had dropped him off and Kuramochi gave him an earful about his reckless behaviour, they proceeded to watch and make sure Eijun had unpacked and properly settled into his new apartment. Eijun would have called them jerks for making a guy with a hangover do more than just lie down, but he was sober enough to know they were just looking out for him.
Thankfully, he didn’t really have all that much to unpack so it didn’t take that long. The movers did all the heavy lifting and all that was left was his personal items. He was never one to pack a lot either and that helped substantially. What didn’t help was how his hangover had given him a massive, ear-splitting headache making unpacking take longer than it needed to. Kuramochi-senpai did at least get a bottle of Pocari for him, which seemed to help a little. There was still some left, so Eijun chugged down the rest like a well-earned reward. Kuramochi had also mentioned something about his new neighbour before snickering away, but he couldn’t really remember.
Now that he could finally relax, Eijun let out a huge sigh as he held his head in his hands. As the day went on, he began to recall the events of last night and reflect on what an absolute idiot he was. What had come over him to do all that? Well, actually he knew exactly what came over him but still. That didn’t change the fact that last night was nothing but one stupid decision after another.
And Miyuki…oh god Miyuki. That man had made Eijun feel so good, it was almost hard to believe. But the way Eijun could still feel Miyuki’s touch, his scent, his kiss, made it very clear how last night was not a dream in the slightest. Eijun shook his head, hoping to shake away the memories and feelings made in those short moments. He definitely wouldn’t be drinking for a while…
Eijun’s thoughts were interrupted by shuffling sounds he heard next door. He didn’t have a welcoming gift ready, but he figured he should at least go say hello and show his face to his new neighbour. He stood up too fast and clutched at his head when it started to pound again. Guess he should also make his way to the convenience store for some more hangover remedies.
Eijun made his way to the apartment next door and began to knock. He heard someone shuffling around the apartment, but the sounds eventually came to an end. He knocked on the door again and heard more shuffling, this time the footsteps getting louder.
“Yes, yes, I’m coming,” A voice called from inside. Strange…why did this voice sound familiar?
He immediately got his answer when the door swung open, revealing the last person he’d thought he’d ever see.
“…Sawamura?” Miyuki asked, the confusion written all over his face. Eijun was sure his face must’ve been an exact replica. “W-what are you doing here?”
Kuramochi’s forgotten words began to echo in Eijun’s head. I’m glad you already like your new neighbour. Kyaha!
Fuck.