A Mark That Lasts Forever

Past | 過去 section 4 [NSFW]

CONTENT WARNING: This section contains sexual content that may not be suitable for some readers.

The next morning, Shinjiro and I pretend like the argument never happened, the same way we always do when we clash.

After stopping at a café for breakfast, I head halfway to the airport with Shinjiro to see him off at Nihombashi Station.

"Well," he says as he turns to face me in front of the transfer ticket gates. "It's been fun. Thanks for letting me terrorize your home."

I smile and pat his shoulder. "Have a safe trip back."

"Will do. Have a boring Tokyo life without me," he jokes.

I laugh.

"And," he says after a pause. "Take good care of Shun, okay?"

I flinch at the mention of the name we've been avoiding all morning.

"Yeah," I answer quietly.

"Take good care of him!" he almost yells this time, a toothy grin spreading onto his face. "Or else I'll be back to steal him from you!"

"O-okay." I force a laugh.

He gives me two hard pats on my back before turning toward the gates. "See ya, Makoto."

We wave to each other until he disappears down the stairs. Even after he's out of sight, I find myself standing and staring after him, suddenly feeling disheartened and muddled. I can't help but feel there are things I forgot to talk to him about. If only he could have stayed a little longer.

I wake up in my own bed and stretch out the tiredness from the previous night's closing shift. Sitting up and seeing the tangled blankets of the empty futon on the floor below me, I remember Shinjiro. I feel lonely only for a second before remembering I'm not alone.

I run for the hallway before barging into Shun's room, finding him sitting up in his bed with a drawing in his lap. He startles.

"Shun!" I call out lovingly before tackling him. "My Shun," I moan as I tickle his stomach and armpits.

He tries to grab at my hands and fails while laughing hysterically and crying, "Stop it!"

"I didn't see you even once yesterday!" I whine and squeeze him in my arms.

"I missed you too," he chuckles.

"When was the last time we had some alone time?" I kiss his cheek. "Do you have any idea how hard I was trying to control myself?"

"You were?" he says with an uneasy laugh.

I grab his wrists and pin them against the mattress. "Let's do it."

He's visibly flustered. "O-okay."

Our shirts are off in an instant. I play with his tongue in my mouth while his breathing grows heavier. When I press my fingertips against the stiff bump in his cotton shorts, he pulls away and looks up at me with mischief in his eyes.

"Let me blow you," he whispers.

I can't help but break into a huge smile. Without another word, he pushes me onto the sheets and straddles me.

We both startle at the sudden chime of the doorbell. Shun looks toward the door curiously.

"It's probably just a delivery." I brush it off before running my hand through his hair to turn his attention back to me.