Caught (Sequel to Noticed & Pursued)

The Tutoring Session - 2

Don't choose ignorance. Ignorance is dangerous.

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In the following days, Y/n came to realize there were hidden benefits to being Akihiko's boyfriend (other than taking the other boy's lunch). One such benefit was...

"Please, Akihiko, I need this," Y/n whined, pressing his hands together in prayer. He tried to give Akihiko his best puppy dog eyes (and hoped he didn't look like some watery-eyed insect). "Come on," he nudged the other boy, "I really need help with this."

Akihiko sat beside him on the bed, mouth pressing down into a firm line, nearly a frown. His arms were folded across his muscular chest (not that Y/n was looking — god) and his fingers were tapping a leisurely rhythm on his bicep. They were spending tonight at Y/n's apartment and school was in the morning. Which was why...

There was a notable moment of silence before Akihiko released a sigh.

"I don't understand how you're so —" the black-haired boy cut himself off.

"What? Stupid?" Y/n finished for him. "Idiotic? Completely and totally helpless at this kind of math? Oh god, please help me with these problems, Akihiko. I have no idea how to do this."

Akihiko arranged his facial expression into a perfect mask of politeness. "I would never call you any of those things, Y/n," he said as if being fake nice would somehow make up for all the murders he's committed.

Y/n snorted, "Sure, not to my face but you're thinking it; I can tell."

"What I was going to say is 'confused'," Akihiko corrected. "Didn't you go over this in class? I don't understand —"

"Yeah," Y/n moaned in literal pain, "because I understood it in class and that's why I'm fucking up this assignment so bad."

Akihiko fell silent for another brief moment. Y/n honestly had no idea what was going through the other boy's mind.

Then Akihiko shifted nearer to him; the bed dipped and Y/n was automatically leaning closer to the other boy as well. Akihiko's lips somehow found his temple as he murmured, "I could think of a million better things we could be doing in bed right now —"

"Wow, okay, Akihiko. Inappropriate —"

"But," a tic formed between black-haired boy's eyebrows as he soldiered on, "I suppose I should help you with your homework lest you run off and ask someone else for help." The words turned dark and a fierce kiss was pressed into Y/n's tingling skin.

Y/n shook his head, "Yeah, well, I did have an assigned tutor, you know, but since she's in juvie now..."

Akihiko's brows furrowed, "Myra was your tutor?"

"She was going to be and then shit kinda hit the fan. Why do you think I was talking to her at all?" Y/n lifted his math homework high in the air, "This is the reason. I need serious help."

"I will help you," Akihiko snatched Y/n's homework away from him and began actually working through the problems with him.

Halfway through, Y/n was beginning to realize his boyfriend was actually pretty smart. As in, Y/n was truly learning how to do these problems. Akihiko was surprisingly good at teaching.

"I don't get it," Y/n muttered at the end, "how are you so good at everything except being a normal human being? Look at this!" Y/n waved his finished homework in the air, "It's flawless. Hey, you ever consider teaching for a living?"

"I am more partial towards pursuing basketball," Akihiko replied coolly. Then, he gave Y/n a small smile, "Nevertheless, it is encouraging to know I have alternatives — not that teaching would be one of them. I barely tolerate people as they are..."

Since Akihiko's face was turning scary again, Y/n gently leant his head on the black-haired boy's shoulder, hoping to ease him a bit. "Thanks, Akihiko, seriously. For helping me out."

Y/n could feel the tension in Akihiko's shoulder diminish. Then, Akihiko's hand came around to cradle the back of Y/n's head and then the other boy was pressing his face into (h/c) hair. Y/n could feel Akihiko inhale his scent before lips were being pressed into his hair. They trailed down, feather light, to his forehead and then between his brows.

"Akihiko," Y/n sucked in a sharp breath. He couldn't take it when the black-haired boy was gentle — and Y/n couldn't shake the feeling Akihiko was beginning to figure out that damning little piece of information.

He could feel the other boy smile against his skin as his kisses brushed sweetly over each of Y/n's eyelids as they fluttered shut. Y/n's hands fisted the font of the Akihiko's shirt.

Then finally — finally — Y/n pressed forward, crushing their lips together. He slid his hands up to tangle in Akihiko's dark locks and their lips pressed together felt so right —

Oh fuck, was Y/n's only thought through this process, I think I may be in trouble here. Because he was really starting to like the other boy — in the way that it made his heart beat harder, faster, fuller —

Y/n had grown to care about Akihiko, but the feeling developing in his heart now went far deeper than that.

Akihiko broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Y/n's jaw until they met his neck. Then Akihiko simply rested his face there, in the crook of Y/n's neck, feeling the intimate beat of his pulse.

"I love you, Y/n," Akihiko murmured into his skin.

Y/n, breathless, returned it, "I love you too."

It was all too much; it was all too gentle.

"Only you," Akihiko nuzzled his face against Y/n's throat. "Only you..."

The insistent words suddenly had a knot of tension forming in Y/n's gut. The (h/c) boy's thoughts from the other day returned with a sudden vengeance, haunting him. Did Akihiko only love him? Or would that change in the future — like it had for Miho? Like it had for every other girl he supposedly dated?

Yet, Y/n simply smiled and pressed his own kiss against Akihiko's forehead. "Only you," he promised — and he, at least, meant that promise.

Akihiko relaxed against him, arms winding around his middle. Everywhere they touched was warm, but Y/n's thoughts were still cold; worried...

I need to talk to Hina, Y/n decided.