Don't let go of that hand... (BoyxBoy) Junjou Romantica fanfiction +18

Chapter 1 "Love is strong than anything"

"I’ve always thought, with regard to everything, that it was better for me to just hold back and restrain myself rather than risk the relationship falling apart; that’s how I’ve lived my whole life. And in fact I thought I’d done pretty well for myself, and I was satisfied with it. But ever since I met you, I haven’t been able to bear it anymore.”

Chapter 1

Akihiko has once again wrote another bestselling novel and Misaki celebrates. Until he actually finds the book that earned the title. It’s another BL novel, but there’s another man’s name printed instead of his. Who is this new guy that Akihiko is writing about? T because it’s Junjou Romantica

 

Akihiko tossed the envelope onto the kitchen table and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. Misaki watched it slide across the polished surface and caught it before it could fall off the edge and onto the floor.

 

“Watch where you put things,” he chided. He turned the letter over in his hands and glanced up at Akihiko, waiting for some kind of explanation. He frowned as the older man searched for a lighter on the table. Rolling his eyes, he demanded, “What is this?”

 

“A letter.”

 

Misaki bit his tongue before he could snap at him. “What type of letter? For all I know you forgot to pay the rent or Aikawa is yelling at you again or-“

 

“A best seller.”

 

Misaki waved away the shifting cloud of smoke Akihiko exhaled. “What?” He gave the envelope another look.

 

“I have another best seller,” Akihiko answered.

 

“Then we should celebrate!”

 

Akihiko ground the butt of his cigarette into an ashtray and raised an eyebrow at his lover. “Why?”

 

The brunette turned his eyes to the floor as he felt his cheeks warm. “Why not?” he muttered. “Sure, this happens with almost every book you ever write, but-“ He lifted his chin but his stern expression fell when he found Akihiko smiling, his arms crossed as he waited. “Fine! We won’t go out! I just thought we could do something nice – go out or something – but fine!”

 

“Misaki.” He grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist before he could storm out. Akihiko tugged his closer when the younger man didn’t try to rip out of his grasp. “I would love to go out on a date with you.” He wrapped his arms around Misaki and squeezed softly enough not to hurt him.

 

“I’s not a date,” he mumbled.

 

“An outing then.” A flash of a smile. “I’m surprised. The last time we wanted to celebrate we were very rudely interrupted.”

 

Misaki huffed and squirmed his way out of the silver-haired man’s arms. “Then we’ll go somewhere where your friends would never show up.”