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just a little more (of porn) by Jamaican princess (rocquellan)

Akihito stopped answering his front door at random. The day after his little impromptu visit from Asami it took him a full 30 second standing behind his front door (after limping there for obvious reasons), questioning the person on the other end to make sure it wasn't his tormentor before he opened it. He quickly closed the door after his visitor left, pointedly ignoring looking anywhere near next door. He locked the lock and breathed a sigh of relief, he was safe again for now.

..........

School was another matter altogether. Since Akihito couldn't actually avoid Asami he did his best to ignore him. Whenever the teen had his classes he glanced over him, never looking him in the eyes. He was afraid the memory of that day would overwhelm him if he ever gave in.

Akihito also made sure not to visit the bathroom unless the other kids were on some sort of break. No way he wanted to be caught unawares by Asami ever again. No way in hell.

It went on for almost a week, where Asami would stay in his periphery but not in his line of sight. Akihito made sure to block out the rush of their shared proximity; the scent of Asami's aftershave or the way he maneuvered out of the way if they stood too close for his liking. Then it all came to a head after school on a Friday evening.

..........

The rain poured down hard while thunder clapped and lightning struck. Akihito curled up in his bed, grading papers by the low lamp light while a cup of hot chocolate sat within arm's reach. It was the kind of prelude to the weekend he liked, where he was alone and comfortable and making sure the future leaders of Japan were on course. He nudged his reading glasses up on his nose before looking down at question 20 on the 6th paper he was grading. Thunder clapped once again and he startled in momentary fright from the sudden noise, which caused him to put the paper down and cradle his hot chocolate in both hands while the steam rose and the taste covered his tongue.

The rain pelted on the roof of his house loud enough to almost drown out the incessant knocking on his front door.

In this rain, who the hell could it be?

Pulling on a robe around the slacks he wore he padded down to the front door, standing there and looking at it nervously.

"Who is it?"

The banging came again, causing Akihito to startle but no answer. He put his hands palm flat against the door and asked again, "Who is it?!"

Still no answer. Akihito bit his bottom lip in indecision. What if it wasn't Asami, but somebody who needed help and couldn't speak? What if the person was soaked and so cold they couldn't make their vocal chords work?

What if...?

Taking a deep breath and willing himself to calm, Akihito reached out and opened the door.

Asami strode right on in, looking for all the world like a wet cat.

"I was hoping it wasn't you." Akihito frowned while he re-engaged the lock.

Asami bristled before turning around to look at him, leaving water droplets where he stood. "I thought you were going to leave me out there in the rain."

"Had I known it was you..." Akihito trailed off while he walked towards his bedroom. Despite what he thought of Asami he was still a student and he didn't want to see him catch a cold. He grabbed a towel and a clean shirt and pants. He threw them at the teen while he stood by the door. He watched Asami rub the towel over his head before removing his shirt, his deft fingers lingering on each button as more creamy skin was revealed. He blushed up to his ears when the wet fabric hit the floor and Asami's glorious pecs and lean muscles were on full display. He tried his best not to let his eyes trail down to tapered waist that tantalized where Asami's pants failed to hide the cut oif his pelvis. He quickly turned his back, feeling like a perv for looking. "Hey, want some tea?"