[UshiTen: Just another rainy day in Paris]

Part 21

Quiet tears were still streaking down Satori's cheeks.

- I...

Their bodies separated, in the gentlest possible way, and he felt the hot, thick substance leak between his thighs; he could finally relax his legs too.

- I... I am a mess... I need...

- Rest.

Wakatoshi lay down next to him, and scooped him close again, not minding anything, too ready to hold him again.

Another sob shook Tendō's shoulders.

"Rest."

He hadn't heard that instruction-order-plea in years.

Wakatoshi's body was warm, pulsating still, next to his, and he closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. The room now smelled like sex, that one specific smell that he had found so obscene in the past, when he had been lying next to another.

The human body was amazing and obscene, yes, and that duality bothered him. He had never really found himself attractive in any way, but his lover was showing him, proving to him, day after day, that he loved everything about him, down to his ugly, monster-like fingers.

Now that big man was holding him tight, never doubting that this was the right thing to be done, never even considering changing his mind. Wakatoshi-kun was stubborn this way, it was one of his weaknesses. But that stubbornness was the back side of the medal, and the front was loyalty.

He lay there, sweaty and sticky and smelly, having never planned on anything like this to happen tonight. It was supposed to be a quiet night at home, just the usual. And when he begged for it, he could never guess that the disciplined and restrained Ushijima-san was going to agree, to comply, to go along with it, go all the way.

They had just lost their virginity to each other, in a strange way, a secondary way, completing the process this time around.

Sex was not special to Satori, but feeling someone he cherished so much deep inside – there was nothing that could compare.

He sighed, finally resting, yes, finally relaxing, thankful to feel the massive, beautiful body next to his own. He didn't dare look up, he had no idea whether Wakatoshi had maybe fallen asleep... He was bound to be too tired now, right?

- How are you feeling?

The words boomed over his head, almost startling him, and he curled more into Wakatoshi's arms. Lying next to him always made him feel safe.

- It's alright. I'm sorry for this... I didn't mean to force you into...

- I am not. It's finally done. – Ushijima interrupted him.

Tendō gaped now and wiggled his way out of the heavy arms around his body.

- What's that supposed to mean now?! Was this some kind of... chore... for you?! – he scoffed, pouting.

Wakatoshi blinked; he was truly tired.

- No. – he said calmly. – But it's been one of my dreams. Now it's fulfilled. It's always a nice feeling – to have one of your dreams come true. Don't you think?

Satori whimpered, overwhelmed, and cuddled again.

- Please, don't leave me like this! Please, don't scare me like this!!! Ever again! I thought that something bad has happened... I thought... you might be hurt!!! – he was whining brattily, hiding his face in the broad chest that – thank god! – was heaving, living and breathing, healthy and well.