Thanks for the Memories

College

A knock at my apartment door caused me to look up from my studying.  I got up to answer it and opened the door.  My shoulders sagged as soon as I saw who was standing there.  "Nanase.  Why am I not happy to see you?"

He ignored my comment, "I need a favor."  He pushed past me and into my small apartment.

"Oh yeah, that's why," I muttered to myself as I closed the door.  As I walked over to where he was sitting in my living room, I said, "I thought that I wouldn't see you again after high school once I came to a university."  He just looked at me.  "But let me guess, you also came to a university in Tokyo?  And not only that, you're going to the same one I am?"

He nodded.  I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms, "Should I even bother asking what you want?  You've always been single minded."

He said it anyway, "Fuck me."

"Because that worked out so well last time," I said sarcastically.

"It worked out better than you think," he said evenly.

"Doesn't that mean that you're with Makoto?  Why are you here" I began talking for him, "Just looking for some excitement, not satisfied with the way you left things?  What, did Makoto do some terrible thing?"  I didn't believe that any of that was why Haru was here.

He turned his head to the side as he said, "He left me."

I narrowed my eyes at him, not really believing him.  "So, what, now you're here because you want rebound sex?"

"I need to show him that I've moved on," he said plainly.

"Well then this is a great plan you got here," I sneered.

"Will you do it?" He stood up and walked over to me.  He sat right in my lap, leaning against my chest.  He whispered in my ear, repeating his earlier request, "Will you fuck me?"

"You never change."  But it was too late, I found my hand trailing down his back and going into his pants.  He gripped my shoulders when my hand touched his bare ass.  One of my fingers went in and he pushed his head into my shoulder, starting to breathe heavily.  After he seemed ready enough, I pulled off his pants and undid my own.  He threw his head back as I entered.  I placed my hands on his hips and moved him up and down since he seemed too incoherent to do it himself.

For the life of me I couldn't figure out why I was doing that with him again.  I didn't like him anymore than I did in high school.  It's just all so messed up.  As soon as we're done, he gets off me and starts pulling on his pants.  He started to leave.  I couldn't hold back, "Do you wanna drink to go with that happy meal?"  I got so pissed off with the way he was treating me like fast food and how I just went along with it.

He stopped and barely turning his head back toward me, said, "Thanks."

"Just go."  I waved my hand at him. I did not want him to stay any longer.