Seven Weeks: A Seven Days Fanfiction

WEEK SIX: Tuesday (Yuzuru)

I really liked the way Seryou's lips felt. They were always so warm and perfect, fitting to mine like puzzle pieces. They yielded, then took control, then yielded again in a rhythm he was so good at, I wanted to keep kissing him forever.

I felt kind of bad about yesterday. I'd been scared because of the knife attack, and I'd lost my head. Seryou didn't seem to mind—I got the impression he liked it when I went off like that—but I knew I'd riled him up. And then he wouldn't let me do anything about it, because we were at the production studio. I kept wondering if he needed me and was too modest to say so. I'd have done it in a heartbeat if he'd wanted me to, no matter where the fuck we were.

I loved touching him like that. I loved watching his face, how his forehead scrunched and his brows tilted up, how his breath escaped between parted lips, how he made the sweetest soft sounds and his body surged when he came in my hand. It made me feel good, knowing I could finish things for him in a way that both of us were comfortable with.

I also knew he wanted more. Yet he was so patient. He let me try things without demanding that we go further, which made me think that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let him do some of what he wanted, too. As long as it didn't mean we had to have butt sex. Or whatever other kinds of sex those weird toys were meant for.

A thought occurred to me and I pulled out of the kiss. "Seryou, you don't think..."

His eyes were still closed. He opened them slowly, two deep black jewels that glittered as they scanned my face. I gulped.

"You don't think Grandfather gave you all that stuff because he intends for you and me to, uh..."

Rosy color spread across his cheeks, and he pressed his lips together. Crap, that was exactly what it meant. I stepped back from him, trying to process this, but my reason wasn't fast enough to keep up with my feelings. "Um..."

"I'm sure Grandfather was just being cautious," he said quickly. "It doesn't mean we have to... Ah, don't worry about it, okay? I'm just gonna..." He went over to the bed and unburied the pile of sex stuff, moving a few pieces at a time back into the drawer. His wrapped hands didn't make it easy.

I took a couple breaths, then followed him over there. "I'll do it. I'm the one who dumped it all out."

"You don't have to—"

"It's okay." I scooped fistfuls of condoms and dick-shaped rubber thingys and bottles of clear liquid back into the drawer. I didn't know what most of it was even for. Well, the condoms I did, but the rest of it? "Why is there so much of this?" I asked in exasperation, holding up a bottle of the clear stuff. "What is it? Alcohol?" I turned it around in my hand, trying to read the label.

"That's, uh... that's called lubricant, Yuzuru-san."

"Like for a bike?" This didn't look like the spray-oil I was used to putting on my bicycle chain.

"Kind of."

"Are you supposed to drink it or what?" Several said they were flavored, so I guessed that was the purpose, though it seemed really strange. "Why would people need this to—" You know what, I don't want to know. Or rather, I didn't want him to explain it. I tossed the bottle into the drawer. "Actually, never mind."

He obviously had more experience with this stuff than I did. Had he used these kinds of things before? With Shino, maybe, or other girls he'd dated? Shit, I couldn't think about that, it made me overheated and angry. Or was this only used for sex between guys? That made me overheated too, for a different reason.

I finished cleaning up the mess on the bed, stuffing it emphatically into the drawer, and slammed it shut. Then I turned to see Seryou holding out one last, gold-packaged condom. "Missed one," he said quietly.