Durarara Lemons

His Honest Eyes (2)

I awoke to my cell phone ringing and growled. Who the hell would be calling at this time of the morning, damnit? I reached towards the nightstand, grabbing the little fucker and placing it beside my ear after flipping it open. My voice sounded hoarse as I answered, "Hello?"

"Finally, you pick up. Do you have any idea what time it is, asshole? Well, it's practically three. The hell have you been?"

"Fuck Tom, I'm sorry. I didn't realize," I sighed, placing a hand on my forehead and spoke again, "I have no work today though, remember? I'm with my...little brother."

I could hear Tom curse and could almost imagine him rolling his eyes as he said, "I know that. You were supposed to meet me up at the bar for afternoon drinks with him. Are we still up for that or what?"

I glanced over at the boy beside me as he stirred in his sleep slightly, and shook my head even though Tom couldn't see me, "Can't, sorry. I don't think Kasuka would want to go out anymore. He...came home late last night and he's pretty tired."

What Tom didn't know would not hurt him.

The male over the phone groaned, "Who cares? Wake his ass up as tell him the booze will eventually kick in and he'll be up and runnin' around in no time. Come on, I've been waiting for like, two hours."

"Sorry. I don't want to go anyway myself, in case the flea will be there. I want to spend as much time with Kasuka before he leaves on his next trip, and would rather not waste it by throwing vending machines at that asshole."

"We're going to be at another part of Ikebukuro, so you don't have to worry!"

"No, Tom," I rejected, rubbing my face slowly, "Look, I'll call you if anything, alright? Maybe we'll change our minds later. Goodbye."

"Don't you fucking hang up on me you da-" I turned off the phone, shutting it down afterwards, not really up to hearing Tom's voice at a time like this. I looked back at my lover and smiled faintly, his face still in peace as he was asleep. He looked like an angel, as corny as that sounded, but it's true.

Sometimes I wish he could stay with me, and we'd have days like this; me waking up to him with bed hair (or sex hair) and without a care in the world.

Yet, for now that seemed unlikely and practically impossible with the rate of how his career was going. He was an A-listed celebrity and he was getting more and more famous each and every day.

How he could manage the pressure, I didn't understand. I barely could keep up with my own simple, commoner jobs.

"Kasuka," I whispered, slowly stroking my thumb against his cheek. Kasuka didn't budge abit at neither my voice nor touch. This was usual of him; he had always been a deep sleeper. Sometimes I wondered what he was dreaming in that mind of his, for him to be in such a slumber.

I wish I was the same way, able to dream for as long as I could to be able to leave this rotten society for a few hours. Though, my dreams usually turned into nightmares', mostly of that fucking no life flea.

After a few minutes of silence, I propped myself onto an elbow, and tugged gently at his brunette locks while saying his name again, "Kasuka, it's time to wake up. We slept in."

I ceased my tugging once he moved his head slightly and slowly began to open his eyes. My breathing stopped for a moment as I realized how beautiful this was, to wake up to him like this without worry of being caught. Brown orbs stared into mine until he sat up slowly, stretching on his way.

A gulp of air was introduced to my lungs again.

"Slept in?" He asked quietly, running a hand through his hair almost in annoyance. Kasuka was never a morning person. I almost felt guilty for waking him up. He probably had to get up during unbelievable times to travel and work on his television productions and movies.