[UshiTen: Just another rainy day in Paris]

Part 14

Wakatoshi stared now, staring down at the way the T-shirt Satori was wearing got twisted around his torso, leaving half his back and his lower body exposed. He stared at his boxers, at his long, slim, naked legs, at the messy head, buried in one of the pillows.

His blood was rushing through his veins, and he could not define the feeling. Tonight had been surprising, and a little confusing, but that kiss had been real, he could swear it, and...

Something about Satori was different. He had felt it in his texts too, in his calls, that last week. There was some new longing in his voice... some... luring. As if he was aiming to lure him back, back to Japan, back to this flat, back to this bed...

He shook his head. He was probably imagining things.

He slowly took off his clothes and filled the washing machine with all the clothes that could go together so that they get washed during the next couple of hours. He took a shower too, amused at the fresh recruitments in the bathroom when it came to shampoo and soaps and shaving cream and lotions. Well, Satori had been shopping alright!

When he came to bed, maybe 20 minutes later, he was welcomed by a new sigh, which really sounded like a sigh of relief, and two grabby hands that pulled him in, so that the two of them could hug perfectly in the hot night.

- Did I wake you...? – he asked yet again, worried that he had done just that; the whole bed inevitably sank as soon as he lay on it – he was a lot heavier than Tendō after all.

A cute little nose was being nuzzled very close to his ear, and he heard the hoarse words:

- The second promise, Wakatoshi-kun... My Toshi-kun... My... miracle boy...

Ushijima closed his eyes and let his hands caress over that same T-shirt, until they reached the waist-line. He stopped there, even though his words probably gave him some right to touch some more. Lower.

- I love you. I have always loved you, Satori...

The cute little nose got pressed into his skin more, as Tendō's lips randomly landed on his ear this time.

Before sleep completely defeated him, Satori managed to murmur:

- Mmmm... He is perfect... and he smells so good... I made a cake for him... I want to sleep with him... I don't wanna sleep alone any more... He feels so good... Madly... Why "madly", Semi-Semi-kun...???

***

It probably made a lot of sense that Satori was the first one to wake up the next morning; even though it was almost noon, Wakatoshi slept deeply, exhausted to some inhuman maximum extent after everything.

He woke up warm, and smug, and heavy again, feeling all over that he was being held close again, that he was being hugged. Even in his sleep, Wakatoshi-kun never let go of him.

He stared into the peaceful face. Last night was something of a dream in his memory, but he remembered. He wouldn't have dared to be so bold today, in the bright sunlight, but last night he had just given up, and relaxed into the moment, acting on impulse only.

He didn't regret anything. He enjoyed that hug, he loved that gentle kiss, and he wouldn't trade the way he was being embraced right now even for the greatest treasure in the world.

- My happiness has returned. – he whispered quietly, letting his fingers play with the short strands of Wakatoshi-kun's dark hair. – My peace. My own personal love. A dream-come-true... Somebody else's dream, but a dream nonetheless.

He bent down and kissed Ushijima's hair, and then he moved a little to place a kiss on his lips too. He found it strange that he wasn't finding it strange to be kissing his best friend.