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Yuuji set his backpack down at the foot of the bench he was sitting on. He let out a yawn before pulling his phone out to check the time. He had an hour to kill before class, and decided he would spend it at the park across from his school. The weather was nice, not too hot or cold and there was a gentle breeze.
He leaned back, closing his eyes as the spring air washed over him. Birds were chirping, kids were laughing in the distance, and for once, the universe wasn't personally out to ruin his day. Nice. He'd take it.
Spring break was just around the corner, and Yuuji knew that all his friends would be taking trips with their families, while he would be stuck in his apartment by himself. Ever since his grandpa's death, Yuuji didn't really have any other family members that he could stay with during the breaks, so he spent his breaks playing video games, eating snacks, and going on walks.
He was just beginning to reach peak relaxation when a loud bang shattered the peace.
"No! Leave me alone!"
Yuuji's eyes snapped open.
A girl stood a few feet away, back pressed against a tree, trying to shove off some guy in a baseball cap.
"I told you I have a boyfriend! Stop bothering me!" she cried.
"Oh c'mon. I just wanna have some fun," The man sneered.
There were not many things that pissed Yuuji off. Sure, sometimes his teachers and classmates could be annoying, but annoyance was something he could handle easily. But real, bone-deep anger? That was reserved for things like this.
Before he could think too hard about it, he was already moving. He grabbed the guy by the collar and shoved him backward. Hard. The guy stumbled and hit the ground, and Yuuji planted himself between him and the girl, arms crossed.
"She said leave her alone, asshole."
He hated the way the guy's eyes scanned his body. His mouth curled up into a sick smirk as he looked Yuuji up and down.
"Who are you, her boyfriend?" he taunted.
Yuuji considered the question. He was fairly sure that he would be able to kick this guy's ass in a fight. But, what if he decided to take it out on the girl after Yuuji left?
"Yes. I am her boyfriend. Now, fuck off."
The guy scoffed.
"Oh, and what are you going to do if I don't?" he asked as he slowly stood up.
Yuuji sighed internally. He knew he was strong. His grandpa had taught him martial arts when he was younger, and Yuuji kept his form up throughout high school. It was just, he wasn’t a violent guy. He liked making people laugh, not breaking their bones. But if this dude really wanted to test him…
"Guess you’ll find out," he said with a shrug.
Predictably, the guy lunged. Also predictably, Yuuji dodged, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
The guy hit the ground with a grunt, and Yuuji tilted his head.
"I think it's time for you to go."
He glared at the creep one last time, and the man finally realized that Yuuji was not backing down. The man scrambled to his feet and ran off, cursing as he went.
Yuuji turned to the girl and offered her his hand. "Are you alright?"
She nodded and accepted his hand. "Yeah, thank you."
Yuuji smiled at her and let her lead him to the bench that he was sitting on. Now that he got a proper look at her, he realized she was really pretty. Older than him, maybe by a year or two. Ponytail, bright brown eyes, and a kind of quiet confidence despite the whole attempted assault situation.
"Thank you again, for helping me. I don't know what would've happened if you didn't come over," she said softly.
"No need to thank me. It was the right thing to do." Yuuji assured her. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you at all?"
She looked a little shaken up, but otherwise unharmed. She shook her head and gave him a small smile.
"No, I'm fine." She answered. "Oh, I'm Tsumiki by the way. Fushiguro Tsumiki."
"Nice to meet you, Fushiguro. I'm Itadori Yuuji."
Tsumiki chuckled. "Oh, just call me Tsumiki. We're practically the same age."
Yuuji raised an eyebrow. "Same age? How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-two. I'm in my fourth year of med school." Tsumiki replied.
Yuuji grinned at her.
"Wow! You must be really smart. I'm in my third year of college."
"What are you studying?" Tsumiki asked curiously.
"I'm studying psychology. I'm hoping to work as a child therapist after graduation." Yuuji explained.
"That's great! I'm sure you'll be an amazing therapist."
Yuuji grinned, pleased with the compliment. If only his academic advisor had the same level of confidence in him.
Tsumiki suddenly tilted her head.
"Hey, do you have anything planned today?"
"I have a class in like, forty minutes, but other than that I'm free." Yuuji answered.
"Would you want to grab lunch with me? My treat, since you saved me and everything." Tsumiki offered.
Yuuji was about to say something humble like You don’t have to but immediately shut that thought down because free food was free food. Plus, she was smiling so warmly, and her eyes were filled with so much joy. How could he say no to that?
"I'd love to!"
He stood up from the bench and offered her his hand, and she laughed before taking it.
"You're such a gentleman, Yuuji-kun. Let's go."
Tsumiki took him to a cafe a few blocks from the park. She ordered herself a latte and cheesecake, while Yuuji went for iced tea and a strawberry tart because he was an adult who made responsible, balanced choices.
They talked for what felt like hours. Yuuji learned that Tsumiki was originally from Saitama and she moved to downtown Tokyo to attend university. She was currently in her last year of medical school, and was working towards getting a residency in pediatrics - aka, significantly more ambitious than Yuuji’s let’s get through this semester without dying approach. He also learned that she was adopted by a single father and had a younger brother named Megumi.
"Megumi is about your age. He's studying criminology, but I think he secretly wants to become a teacher." Tsumiki chuckled.
"He sounds interesting," Yuuji commented.
Tsumiki smiled. "Yeah, Megumi's a good kid. He's been through a lot, but he's strong."
She was obviously proud of her brother. Yuuji couldn't help but smile at the way her eyes lit up when she talked about Megumi.
"Is he also attending college here?" Yuuji asked.
Tsumiki nodded. "Yeah. He's been really focused on school lately, so I haven't seen him a lot. He's also very picky, and doesn't really hang out with anyone, so I'm not sure if you'll ever run into him."
Yuuji nodded, not really surprised. College could be very stressful, and he's heard a lot of stories from his own friends about how they've gotten overwhelmed and needed to focus solely on their studies.
"Well, I'm sure you'll both see each other soon." Yuuji offered.
"Hopefully." Tsumiki agreed.
Tsumiki's phone rang, and she jumped a little in surprise.
"Oh, sorry. That's probably my dad calling." She mumbled.
"Go ahead, answer it. I don't mind."
Tsumiki smiled and answered the phone.
"Hey, dad. I'm having lunch right now. No, not alone. Is everything okay?"
She nodded along as her father spoke, her expression shifting between fond exasperation and barely contained amusement.
"Yeah, I'm coming home tomorrow. No, I'm not bringing anyone."
Her eyes flicked up to Yuuji as she said it, and he suddenly became very invested in his strawberry tart.
"Because I don't have a boyfriend." she added, sounding both amused and mildly exhausted.
Yuuji raised an eyebrow, and Tsumiki mouthed a quick sorry before looking back down at her lap.
"I'm fine, dad. No, don't send your secretary to check on me. I promise I'm safe."
Tsumiki let out a long sigh.
"Dad, you need to relax. I'm a grown woman."
She paused for a moment, listening to her father.
"Who am I having lunch with? Well, his name is Yuuji. Yeah, he's a really nice guy."
More nodding.
"God, you're so embarrassing. Please stop."
Yuuji couldn't help but snicker, and Tsumiki playfully glared at him.
"I'm serious. I'm not bringing him home. He's probably busy."
Another pause.
"Okay, okay. I'll ask. But no promises."
She sighed again and rubbed her temple.
"Love you too. Bye."
Tsumiki set her phone down and groaned.
"I am so sorry about that." she apologized.
Yuuji chuckled. "Don't worry about it. It sounded like your dad was just worried about you."
"Yeah, he can be a bit overprotective. He's a single parent, and ever since my brother and I started living on our own, he's been a bit more paranoid about us being safe." Tsumiki explained.
"Well, I can't blame him for worrying."
Tsumiki rolled her eyes. "Ugh, you sound like him."
Yuuji let out a laugh. "Sorry, not sorry."
"He got so excited when I told him that I had lunch with a guy." Tsumiki continued. "I think he wants me to meet someone so he can stop worrying."
Yuuji nodded. He understood where Tsumiki's dad was coming from. He would probably feel the same way if he had a daughter.
"He even asked me if you were my secret boyfriend. Like, what the hell? We just met!"
Yuuji chuckled.
"Well, he doesn't know that. Plus, I already pretended to be your boyfriend earlier. We're practically married now."
Tsumiki couldn't help but laugh.
"You're right. We might as well elope now."
Yuuji grinned.
"I'm kidding, of course. I mean, if I was into girls, I would definitely marry you. But I'm a firm believer that there's only one person for everyone, and my person is definitely a dude."
He didn't really expect Tsumiki to understand. People were often surprised when he told them that he was gay, and some were even weirded out by it. But, Tsumiki smiled at him.
"That's very sweet. I'm glad that you're so open about who you are." she said. "Don't get me wrong, I wasn't trying to flirt with you or anything, but it's still nice to know that you're not going to try and get in my pants."
Yuuji smirked.
"I promise, your virtue is safe with me."
Tsumiki laughed.
"Oh, I should totally take you home for spring break and mess with my dad."
They were joking, of course. It was fun to bounce the idea around, but they both knew it wasn’t serious.
"I’d be the perfect fake boyfriend," Yuuji said with mock confidence. "I’d do whatever you need. Even pretend to be straight for a week."
That made Tsumiki laugh again, and Yuuji found himself grinning. He didn’t know her well, but he liked how easy she was to talk to.
Once their laughter died down, she tilted her head.
"But for real, you probably have better plans than hanging out with a total stranger over break, right?"
Yuuji scratched his cheek. "Actually… I don’t really. Most of my friends are going out of town. I’ll just be at home watching TV and playing video games."
"Oh, are you not going home?" Tsumiki asked, suddenly concerned.
Yuuji shook his head.
"Nah. I don’t have family to visit. My parents died when I was little, and my grandpa passed away recently. So, it’s just me now."
Tsumiki’s face fell.
"Oh, Yuuji-kun… I’m so sorry."
Yuuji waved her off.
"It’s okay. It’s been a while. I’ve made peace with it."
It was true. Yuuji's grandpa died when he was eighteen, and while it was hard, he knew that his grandpa wouldn't want him to be sad. He made a promise that he would live his life to the fullest and make his grandpa proud.
Tsumiki was quiet for a moment, watching him. Then, without hesitation, she reached across the table and gave his hand a light squeeze.
"Well, I’m not letting you spend break alone. You’re coming home with me."
Yuuji nearly choked. "Wait, what?"
Tsumiki smiled.
She just smiled. "Forget the whole fake boyfriend thing. Just come home with me."
He blinked.
"Uh. Are you sure? We just met."
Tsumiki shrugged. "You seem like a good person, and I’d like to get to know you better. Plus, you already said you’re gay, so I know you’re not secretly trying to seduce me or anything."
Yuuji snorted.
"I guess I could pretend to be your boyfriend while I’m there. You know, for the drama."
Tsumiki grinned.
"Perfect. My dad will be thrilled."
Yuuji huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
"You’re ridiculous."
"And yet, you’re considering it," Tsumiki teased.
Yuuji sighed, feigning exasperation.
"Yeah… I kinda am."
Tsumiki's face lit up.
"Really? You'll come home with me?"
"I mean, if you're okay with it, then yeah. It'll be nice to get away from the city."
She giggled and clapped her hands together.
"Great! I'll call my dad and tell him the good news."
"Are you sure he'll be okay with this? He doesn't even know me and you just told him there’s no secret boyfriend." Yuuji pointed out.
Tsumiki smiled and patted his arm.
"He'll probably be over the moon, actually. He always wanted someone like you to take care of me."
"Someone like me?" Yuuji questioned.
Tsumiki nodded.
"Someone who doesn't hesitate to help others, someone who's strong and reliable, and most importantly, someone who can protect me."
Yuuji couldn't help but blush. She had to be exaggerating.
"That's a little much, don't you think? I'm just a guy trying to get by."
Tsumiki smiled warmly.
"You're a good guy, Yuuji-kun. And, I'm happy that we met."
"Yeah, me too." Yuuji agreed.
They exchanged numbers and chatted for a bit longer until Yuuji had to head to class. Tsumiki waved him off, promising to text him later with details about the trip.
As Yuuji walked away, he felt a little giddy. He hadn’t really expected anything to come from their conversation, and now he was spending spring break at a girl’s house. Not that it was like that , obviously. He wasn’t into girls, but still, hanging out with someone nice, meeting her family? It felt kind of… cozy. He’d never had an experience like this before.
And besides, he’d already fake-dated her once. Might as well commit.
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The next day, they took the train to Saitama. The trip was fairly short, and Yuuji and Tsumiki spent most of the ride chatting and getting to know each other better. Tsumiki was surprisingly easy to talk to, and Yuuji was glad that he agreed to the trip.
When they arrived at the station, Tsumiki hailed a taxi and gave the driver her address. They were both a bit nervous as the taxi pulled into a quiet neighborhood. It wasn't a very busy area, which Yuuji found comforting. The streets were lined with trees and the houses were all neat and well taken care of.
Tsumiki's home was a modern looking home with a white exterior and a black roof. There were flowers growing in the garden and a large wooden porch. Yuuji could hear the sound of dogs barking from inside the house.
"We're here," Tsumiki announced.
Yuuji stepped out of the taxi and stretched. He was a little stiff from sitting on the train for so long, and the fresh air felt nice.
Tsumiki handed the driver a few bills, then turned to Yuuji.
"Let's go inside," she suggested.
She led him to the front door and opened it, gesturing for him to enter first. Yuuji stepped inside, his eyes immediately landing on the large dogs that were running towards him. One was black, while the other was white. They looked a bit like wolf dogs, but their tails were wagging, and they were panting happily as they licked Yuuji's face.
"Whoa, hello! Nice to meet you too!" Yuuji greeted, laughing.
"Sorry, they're a bit friendly," Tsumiki said sheepishly. "This is Kuro and Shiro. Megumi's dogs."
Yuuji smiled and rubbed their heads. They were obviously well taken care of, and he could tell that they were very well trained.
"They're lovely. Hi, babies. Hi." Yuuji cooed.
"You're a dog person, I see," Tsumiki commented, amused.
"I love all animals," Yuuji answered. "But, yeah. Dogs are the best."
Tsumiki opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a man's voice.
"Welcome home, Tsumiki!"
Yuuji looked up and saw a tall man standing in the doorway. He had white hair and wore dark sunglasses. And, he was really, really hot.
Not in a weird way! Not in a personal way. Just… objectively. The man standing in the doorway, with his white hair and dark sunglasses, had the kind of face that belonged on a billboard or the cover of a magazine. He had the effortless cool of someone who definitely got carded at bars despite probably being in his thirties.
And that was fine. That was just an observation. Yuuji had no interest in older men, especially not his new friend’s dad.
(But like. Damn .)
"Thanks, dad," Tsumiki replied, smiling.
"You must be Yuuji," the man said, grinning. "Tsumiki's told me a lot about you."
Yuuji, who had known Tsumiki for exactly 24 hours, squinted. "...Has she now?"
"All good things, I swear." The man stepped forward, offering a hand. "Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet you."
Yuuji took his hand and gave it a firm shake.
"Likewise. Thank you for letting me stay with you, sir."
Gojo smiled and waved his hand dismissively.
"Oh, don't call me sir. Makes me feel old. And, I'm just happy that my little Tsumiki-chan has found someone to spend her time with."
"Yeah, okay," Yuuji agreed. He could not call this guy sir. That would make it weird.
"Where's Megumi?" Tsumiki asked, eager to change the subject.
"Oh, he's in his room. Probably has his headphones on, so he didn't hear the door."
"I'll go check on him," Tsumiki announced. "Make yourself at home, Yuuji-kun."
She grabbed Yuuji's suitcase and wheeled it inside. Yuuji followed her, admiring the interior of the house. The entryway led into a spacious living room, and there was a staircase leading up to the second floor. The living room was furnished with modern furniture, and there was a large TV mounted on the wall.
Tsumiki disappeared upstairs, and Gojo walked into the living room. He took a seat on the couch and motioned for Yuuji to do the same.
"So," Gojo continued, lounging comfortably. "Tsumiki tells me you’re in college. What are you studying?"
"Psychology," Yuuji answered. "I wanna be a child therapist."
Gojo’s eyebrows lifted above his sunglasses. "That’s a pretty noble goal."
Yuuji shrugged. "My grandpa always told me to help people if I could."
Gojo’s expression softened just a little. "Sounds like a good man."
Yuuji smiled. "He was."
Okay. This was fine. Gojo was cool, but Yuuji was not gonna think too hard about that. Nope. Totally normal family introduction. Nothing weird at all.
They fell into a comfortable silence, and Yuuji took a moment to appreciate his surroundings. The house was very modern and stylish, and it felt like a real home. The walls were painted a light grey, and the floors were made of hardwood. There were paintings and photos decorating the walls, and the furniture was comfortable and well taken care of. It was obvious that Gojo took pride in his home.
Suddenly, Yuuji heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned around and saw Tsumiki descending the steps. And, behind her... Jesus fuck.
The first thing Yuuji noticed was the spiky black hair. It was tousled and messy, but it framed his face nicely. Then, his eyes. They were deep and green, and Yuuji found himself wanting to get lost in them. He looked tired, but in a sexy way. Like, the kind of person who stayed up late because he couldn't put his book down, rather than the kind of person who stayed up late playing video games.
Yuuji stared.
There was absolutely no way that Tsumiki just forgot to mention that her brother happened to be the most gorgeous man ever to grace this earth. That had to be deliberate.
Because how else was he supposed to react to that ?
Tsumiki was gorgeous, sure, but she was gorgeous in a sweet, approachable way. Like, if you saw her walking down the street, you'd ask her for directions. Megumi, though? Megumi looked like he would either punch you or kiss you, depending on the situation. And, either way, it would probably be the hottest experience of your life. Either way, it was deeply unfair that someone so attractive could exist.
How was an adoptive family this attractive? Was this some Twilight shit? Did they have some freaky genetic experiment lab somewhere?
Okay. Fucking hell. He needed to get his gay under control.
"Megumi," Gojo exclaimed, waving his arms dramatically. "Come meet Yuuji-kun! He's Tsumiki-chan's boyfriend."
Yuuji choked on air.
"Boyfriend?" Megumi questioned.
Tsumiki sighed. "Yes, Megumi. Boyfriend."
Megumi's gaze slid over to Yuuji, and holy shit, that was intense. His stare was calculating, and his lips were set in a frown. He didn't seem angry, per se, but he wasn't happy either.
"Uh, hey," Yuuji greeted. "It's nice to meet you."
Megumi nodded, his expression still neutral.
Okay. So. Megumi wasn't really talkative. That was fine. Not a big deal. Yuuji could still do this. He could keep his gay feelings in check and have a nice, normal conversation with a man so attractive it was almost offensive.
Megumi's eyes flickered to him again, and then back to his sister. There was something odd in his expression, but Yuuji couldn't read him at all.
"Dinner's almost ready, if you guys are hungry," Gojo said, coming up behind him.
"Yes," Yuuji said, his voice a little too loud. "Starving."
"Great!" Gojo said, clapping his hands together.
Yuuji followed them to the kitchen, trying to get his brain to work again.
So. He was in the house of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. He had to pretend to be his sister's boyfriend, and he wasn't allowed to make it weird.
Oh, boy. This was going to be a long week.
-
Megumi was the worst.
Well, okay, maybe that wasn't fair. Yuuji had no idea what the guy was like, really, and it wasn't his fault he was so good looking.
But, fuck. Did he have to be so hot?
Yuuji tried to get his mind off him. He really did. They ate dinner, which was great, and the three of them seemed nice. Well, Gojo and Tsumiki did, at least. Megumi didn't really talk much, and he kept staring at Yuuji with a weird look in his eye.
Which was fine. Whatever.
Tsumiki's plan was going well. Yuuji was a pretty good actor, and he wasn't nervous. So, he just played along, letting her hold his hand and cuddle against his side. He even kissed her on the cheek a couple times, and it was easy, because she was so nice.
Acting straight was weird, but whatever. He'd do what he had to do.
After dinner, they watched a movie, and Yuuji tried to get comfortable. It wasn't easy, with Megumi sitting on the other side of the couch, watching him like a hawk. Yuuji didn't even know what was wrong, but it was hard to concentrate with those piercing green eyes staring at him.
Finally, the movie ended, and Yuuji let out a breath.
"Well, I think I'm gonna call it a night," he said.
"Me, too," Tsumiki said. "Come on, Yuuji. I'll show you my room."
Things were almost back on track, Yuuji thought. Maybe, if he could just make it to the bedroom, he could relax.
"Your room?" Gojo asked, his voice incredulous.
Tsumiki blinked at him.
"Of course. Where else would he sleep? The fancy couch you bought isn't pull-out and we don't have a guest room since you turned it into a gym, remember?"
Gojo sputtered.
"But... your room," he repeated. "Tsumiki, I can't condone this kind of behavior under my roof!"
Tsumiki rolled her eyes.
"Oh my god, dad. We're not going to do anything."
Okay, nope. Yuuji's brain was shutting down again. He was not having this conversation. Nope.
"I'm going to bed," Megumi said. "Don't kill each other."
Gojo's head snapped toward him.
"Oh! Yes, Megumi, you're right," he said. "There's a very simple solution. Yuuji can stay with you."
Megumi froze, his eyes going wide.
"No."
"But, Megumi-"
"Absolutely not."
"It's fine, really," Yuuji said, cutting in. "I don't want to intrude, or anything. The couch is fine."
"The couch isn't fine, Yuuji," Tsumiki said, glaring at him.
"It's a perfectly good couch!" Gojo said, pouting. "It's brand new. The warranty isn't even expired yet."
"I'll sleep on the floor," Yuuji added.
"Absolutely not," Gojo repeated, his eyes going wide. "We have standards, here."
"It's no trouble, really," Yuuji insisted.
"It's not warm enough downstairs," Tsumiki said. "You can sleep on a futon in my room."
"Megumi's room is the best insulated," Gojo said. "And he has the space."
"No," Megumi repeated.
"Guys," Yuuji said, his voice pleading. "I really don't want to be any trouble. Please."
"It's no trouble at all, Yuuji," Gojo said, smiling at him.
"But..."
"Megumi, can you please do this for me?" Gojo added.
"Why?" Megumi asked, scowling.
"I'd just feel a lot better knowing my daughter isn't sleeping in the same room as a guy she's dating. And, besides. It's only for a week."
Megumi glared at him, then at Yuuji.
"Fine," he muttered.
"Megumi, really-"
"It's fine," Megumi interrupted, his tone firm. "Whatever. Come on, then."
He grabbed Yuuji's wrist and pulled him towards the stairs. Yuuji could only stumble after him.
"Be nice, Megumi-chan," Gojo called after them.
Megumi grumbled something under his breath, but didn't say anything else.
They climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway, until they reached the last door on the right. Megumi opened the door and gestured for Yuuji to enter.
Yuuji stepped into the room, and was surprised by how neat and clean it was. The walls were painted a dark green, and the floors were made of wooden tiles. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, and a desk against the far wall. The window was open, and the curtains were blowing gently in the breeze.
It was a very cozy and comforting space, and Yuuji was impressed by how put together it was. He expected a messy and chaotic room, based on how Megumi had been acting, but it seemed like he was wrong.
Megumi still looked irritated, and he closed the door a bit more forcefully than necessary. He took a seat on the edge of his bed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Look, I'm not going to beat around the bush," he began. "I don't like this arrangement."
Yuuji could feel his heart pounding. Megumi's voice was low and gravelly, and it made his knees weak.
"Yeah, I can tell."
Megumi glared at him.
"Don't take this personally. I just don't like strangers in my room."
"It's okay, I get it," Yuuji assured him. "I'll stay out of your way."
"Good."
Yuuji looked around the room.
"You have a nice room."
"It's whatever," Megumi muttered.
Yuuji nodded, taking a moment to appreciate the view. It was a beautiful night, and the stars were bright and clear. The moon was full and shining brightly, and it made the room glow softly. And, well, totally not the time, but the way Megumi's face was bathed in moonlight made him look even more handsome than before.
He was gorgeous, and Yuuji was a gay fool.
"Uh, are you angry at me for something?" Yuuji asked carefully.
Megumi sighed.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm not angry. I'm just not good at dealing with new people. And, I wasn't expecting my sister to bring home a... friend. I guess I'm a little thrown off."
"Yeah, I understand," Yuuji assured him. "It must have been a surprise. And, it was kind of sudden. I hope it's okay."
Megumi shrugged.
"It's fine. But, if you hurt my sister, I'll break your legs."
Yuuji's eyes widened.
"What? No! I'd never do that. I'm not... like that."
He didn't want to out himself, but he also wanted Megumi to know that he wasn't a threat.
"I don't care what your reasons are. If you hurt her, I'll hurt you. Understood?"
Yuuji nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay. I get it."
"Good."
They lapsed into an awkward silence, and Yuuji shifted uncomfortably.
"So, uh, are you and your dad close?" He asked, trying to make conversation.
"No."
Okay, this was going nowhere. Yuuji didn't know what to say or do. He had no idea how to deal with someone like Megumi. He wasn't rude, exactly. But, he definitely wasn't friendly either.
"Okay. Well, um. I'm going to unpack, if that's okay."
"Knock yourself out. There's an empty drawer in the dresser. You can use that."
"Thanks."
Yuuji rummaged through his suitcase and took out a few changes of clothes. He was grateful that Megumi had offered him some space, and he took advantage of the opportunity to take his time. He put his clothes away neatly, making sure to fold them properly before he set them in the drawer.
Megumi watched him silently, his eyes following his every move. It was a little unnerving, but Yuuji ignored him and kept moving. Once he was done, he grabbed his toiletries and looked around the room.
"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"
"Go ahead."
"Thanks."
Yuuji hurried to the bathroom, hoping to avoid any more awkward encounters. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, then stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Was he crazy, or was Megumi staring at him like a creepy serial killer? He was acting so weird, and Yuuji couldn't figure out what his problem was.
Whatever. It was fine. Megumi probably had some social issues, or something. Not everyone was as extroverted and friendly as Tsumiki was.
Yuuji took a deep breath and splashed his face with cold water. He could do this. He just had to go back into the room, set up a futon, and go to sleep. Then, tomorrow, he could spend the whole day with Tsumiki and hopefully not see Megumi for a while.
Easy.
When he returned to the room, Megumi was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He glanced at Yuuji and pointed to a futon lying folded in the corner.
"You can use that," he said.
"Oh. Thanks."
Yuuji unfolded the futon and spread it out on the floor. It was pretty soft, and it looked like it would be comfortable enough. Megumi tossed him a blanket and pillow without a word, and Yuuji settled down for the night.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
-
The next day, Yuuji woke up to the smell of pancakes and coffee.
He yawned and stretched, looking around the room. Megumi's bed was empty, and Yuuji was relieved. He felt kind of weird about sharing a room with him, and he wasn't sure how to deal with his... attitude.
But, whatever. He could do this.
Yuuji got up and was just about to grab some clothes when the bathroom door swung open. Megumi stepped out, his hair damp from a shower, and completely shirtless.
And, okay. This was a problem. A very big problem.
Megumi was wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants, and Yuuji almost lost it. Because, fuck. The guy was ripped. Like, holy shit. Yuuji had seen a lot of bodies, thanks to his many hours spent in the gym, but he had never seen a body quite like this. With his clothes on, Megumi was lean and slender, and Yuuji didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
But, with his clothes off, oh man. That was a whole other story.
Megumi was lean, yes. But, he was also incredibly muscular. His arms were toned and strong, and his abs were perfectly defined. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest, and it trailed down his stomach and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.
Yuuji was going to die. Right then and there.
Megumi caught him looking and frowned.
"You need something?"
"N-no," Yuuji stammered.
"I thought you were still asleep."
"Just woke up."
"Okay."
Megumi shrugged and turned back towards his closet. He pulled a shirt over his head and sat down on the edge of his bed, grabbing a textbook.
"You can use the bathroom if you want," he said.
"Th-thanks."
Yuuji grabbed his clothes and rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He took a deep breath and pressed his forehead against the cool wood.
Okay. So, Megumi was really, really attractive. No big deal. Just a fact of life. Nothing to freak out about.
After a moment, Yuuji regained his composure and stripped out of his pajamas. He hopped in the shower and quickly washed his body. Once he was done, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off.
When he was done, he got dressed and headed downstairs. Megumi was already in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Yuuji!" Tsumiki exclaimed, smiling brightly.
"Morning," he greeted.
"Come sit," she said, motioning to the chair next to her. "I made breakfast."
"You're the best."
Tsumiki laughed and ruffled his hair.
"Oh, and there's coffee, too," she added, leaning closer so she could whisper in his ear. "I had no clue how you take it, but I couldn't be too obvious about it. But you seem like a latte person. Am I right?"
Yuuji grinned at her. "Yeah. Thank you, Tsumiki."
She patted him on the shoulder and handed him a plate of food. Yuuji ate slowly, savoring the delicious meal. The pancakes were light and fluffy, and the fruit was perfectly ripe. It was the best breakfast he'd had in a long time.
Once he was done eating, Tsumiki took his plate and rinsed it off in the sink. She turned around and leaned against the counter, watching him with an amused expression.
"So, what's the plan for today, lovebirds?" Gojo asked, sipping his tea.
"Oh, I wanna show Yuuji around the neighborhood," Tsumiki said excitedly. "The bonsai gardens are really pretty, and there are some shrines and temples I think he'd like."
"That sounds like a great idea," Gojo said, nodding.
"Yeah, I'd love to see them," Yuuji agreed.
"Great. Let's get ready and we can head out," Tsumiki said, beaming.
Yuuji nodded and followed her upstairs. He gathered his things and put on a light jacket, then headed back down to the kitchen. Tsumiki was waiting for him, and she linked her arm with his and pulled him towards the door.
"Bye, guys," Yuuji called out.
"Have fun, kids," Gojo replied, waving.
Megumi didn't even glance up from his book.
-
The bonsai gardens were breathtaking. They were beautifully tended, and the landscaping was impeccable.
Tsumiki led Yuuji around, showing him all the different plants and trees. She told him stories about the gardeners and the history of the place, and Yuuji listened attentively. He enjoyed the company and the fresh air, and he was happy to spend time with her. It was also a great way to distract himself from the thoughts swirling around in his head.
Because, well. There was a lot going on in there.
They walked through the gardens for a while, until they reached a large pond. It was surrounded by trees and flowers, and the water was clear and shimmering in the sunlight.
"This is my favorite part," Tsumiki said, smiling.
Yuuji followed her gaze, and his breath caught in his throat. Because, wow. The view was breathtaking. The water was so still that the reflection of the trees and the sky looked almost real.
"It's amazing," Yuuji murmured.
"It is, isn't it?"
They stood in silence for a moment, enjoying the peaceful scene.
"Do you ever come here by yourself?" Yuuji asked, breaking the silence.
"Sometimes," Tsumiki answered. "But, usually, I bring Megumi."
"Oh."
"He likes it here, too," she added. "He pretends not to, but I know he does."
Yuuji snorted.
"He's not exactly easy to read," he said.
"Oh, I know," Tsumiki said, grinning. "But, I've known him since I was four. He's not as mysterious as he thinks."
"I guess not."
"You know," Tsumiki began, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone. "He's always been really protective of me."
"Oh I noticed."
Tsumiki laughed.
"I think it's cute, but I know it can be a little... intimidating. He can come off as rude or cold, but it's not intentional. He just doesn't know how to express his emotions properly. He's kind of awkward."
Yuuji blinked at her.
"Yeah, I've noticed that too," he said.
Tsumiki seemed apologetic, and she gave him a sheepish smile.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't think Dad would insist on you staying in his room. I hope he wasn't too... harsh."
"No, not at all," Yuuji assured her. "He's just a little... intense ."
If being the hottest man alive was intense, anyway.
Tsumiki seemed to notice the look on his face, because she let out a small chuckle.
"Okay, out with it. What do you really think of him?"
"He's... um."
"Be honest," Tsumiki urged.
"Hot," Yuuji blurted out, his cheeks reddening. "Like, Tsumiki, you should have warned me. I'm a gay mess. You're lucky I'm not dead, honestly."
There was a second of silence, and Yuuji worried he had fucked up by saying something insensitive. But, then, Tsumiki started laughing. She threw her head back and giggled, clutching her stomach.
"Oh, god," she gasped. "You're perfect."
"Huh?"
"I can't believe you said that," Tsumiki said, grinning.
Yuuji felt his face grow hotter by the second.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "I know I'm supposed to be your fake boyfriend, and I'm probably ruining the whole thing. I swear I'm not trying to hit on him. It's just... impossible to not notice him."
Tsumiki smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay," she assured him. "You're not ruining anything. I think it's kind of funny. Dad is making you sleep in his room because he's worried that we're gonna do the nasty, and meanwhile, you're lusting after his son. It's just hilarious."
Yuuji groaned.
"It's not like that. I'm not lusting after him. I just think he's... interesting."
"Whatever you say," Tsumiki said, smirking. "But, I think you should try to get closer to him. If you're going to be sleeping in his room, it would be a shame not to get to know him."
Yuuji raised an eyebrow.
"Are you encouraging me to make a move on your brother?"
"No," Tsumiki replied. "I'm encouraging you to get to know him. If something happens, well, that's not my business."
Yuuji rolled his eyes.
"He thinks I'm dating you. That's a pretty big obstacle, if you ask me."
"Well, that's for dad's sake," Tsumiki reminded him. "And, we'll keep it up, as far as he's concerned. But, between us, there's nothing wrong with getting to know my brother a little better. Just make sure he doesn't tell dad you're not actually dating me. And, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Okay, Tsumiki was most definitely encouraging him. But, whatever. Yuuji was a big boy, and he could handle this. Besides, he had no intention of actually hitting on Megumi. He was just... interested in him.
"And here I was thinking, you were a nice, wholesome girl," Yuuji complained.
"I am a nice, wholesome girl," Tsumiki said, batting her eyelashes. "But, I'm also a little bit of a troublemaker. Don't tell dad."
Yuuji grinned.
"Your secret is safe with me."
"Good. Now, let's go. We've still got a lot more to see."
-
After a whole day of exploring, Yuuji was exhausted. They had gone all over the city, visiting every place Tsumiki could think of. She had shown him her favorite shops, her favorite cafes, and her favorite spots for people-watching. They had spent hours walking around, talking and laughing.
Yuuji felt a strange sense of calmness and familiarity around her. She was so kind and warm, and she never made him feel awkward or uncomfortable. It was easy to relax around her.
It all went well until dinner. Yuuji thought it would be a fun and relaxing evening, but, nope. His gay heart couldn't take it.
It started innocently enough. Gojo insisted that Yuuji sit next to Tsumiki, which meant he was sitting right across from Megumi. Not a big deal. Just a small inconvenience.
But, then, Megumi had the audacity to show up wearing a very baggy T-shirt, with the neckline that slipped down, showing off his collarbones. And, fuck. His collarbones. Yuuji wanted to lick them.
He didn't. Obviously. But, it was a close call.
He almost made it to the end of dinner, too. But, during one particular moment when Megumi lifted his fork to his mouth and slowly wrapped his lips around it, Yuuji couldn't hold back a whimper.
It was a very quiet whimper. Almost a gasp, really.
Almost.
"Everything okay?" Gojo asked, frowning.
"I, uh, stubbed my toe," Yuuji mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
Gojo nodded and turned his attention back to his plate.
And Yuuji, naively, thought he was in the clear.
Until he caught Megumi's eye and saw the anger flashing across his face.
Fuck.
"I, uh, I have to go," Yuuji said, getting up from the table. "Thank you for dinner. I'm, uh, really tired. Goodnight."
He rushed out of the room, not daring to look back. He could hear another chair scraping against the floor, and he knew Megumi was following him.
Double fuck.
He ran into Megumi's room and closed the door behind him, flopping down on the futon. He didn't want a confrontation, but he also didn't want to make a scene in front of his family. He could feel his heart pounding, and his hands were shaking.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He couldn't believe how badly he'd fucked up. He was supposed to be acting like a boyfriend, not a horny gay disaster.
The door opened, and Megumi stepped inside. He looked angry, and Yuuji gulped.
"So, what the fuck was that?" Megumi asked, his voice low.
"I'm sorry," Yuuji replied, his words coming out in a rush. "I'm so, so sorry. I'm just... really tired."
"Really?" Megumi said, raising an eyebrow. "Because, I'm pretty sure you're not tired."
He was stepping closer to him, and Yuuji was starting to panic. Megumi looked dangerous, and it was doing things to him.
"I think you need to tell me what the fuck you want from my sister," he continued, his voice taking on a threatening edge. "Because, if you're just trying to use her, I will fucking end you."
He was towering over him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him up. Yuuji's heart was racing, and he could feel his cock twitch in his pants.
"I- I'm not," he stammered. "I promise."
"Then, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Megumi hissed. "You've been acting weird all day. Staring at me, ogling me. Do you have a fucking problem?"
Yuuji could feel his blood rushing south, and he knew he was in serious trouble. He was starting to get hard, which was the exact opposite of what he needed right now. If Megumi noticed, he was going to be dead.
"I'm sorry," Yuuji said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Megumi was still holding onto his shirt, and his grip was tight. Yuuji could feel the other boy's breath ghosting over his face, and it was making him dizzy.
"Just fucking tell me what you want," Megumi growled, his eyes dark. "Because, if you don't, I'm gonna fucking throw you out of this house."
Yuuji was trembling. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. All he could do was stare at the other boy's lips, and imagine how they would feel against his own.
Of course, that was the moment when Megumi decided to look down. His eyes widened, and Yuuji's face flushed crimson.
He was dead. He was so, so dead.
Megumi's eyes were filled with fury, and his grip tightened.
"Fucking hell," he spat. "I knew you were a creep. Dating my sister, and here you are, getting hard over me. Why are you with her? Do you think she's an idiot?"
"N-no," Yuuji said, his voice wavering.
"Then, why?" Megumi hissed, his eyes boring into Yuuji's soul. "Why are you doing this? What are you trying to get out of it?"
Yuuji swallowed thickly. He knew that he had to tell the truth. There was no way out of this.
"I'm not with her," he said, his voice shaking.
"What?" Megumi said, his eyes narrowing.
"We're not together. Hell, I only met her two days ago. We joked about her dad being a bit much, and we decided to pretend that we were dating so that he'd ease off a little. I'm gay. Like, super, super gay. Tsumiki knows. I'm, uh. Helping her. She's actually the one who suggested it. So, I'm just, uh, pretending to be her boyfriend. For the week."
Yuuji's heart was pounding. He knew he was in for a beating, but he also knew that the truth was the only thing that could save him.
Megumi was silent. He was staring at him, his expression unreadable.
"I'm so, so sorry," Yuuji continued. "I didn't mean to, uh. Make you uncomfortable. I swear, I wasn't trying to, uh. Hit on you. It's just, I saw you this morning and, uh. I'm very attracted to you. And, it's making it kind of, uh, difficult for me to, uh, function. But, I promise, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm just, uh. Helping a friend."
Megumi's grip loosened, and he slowly let go of Yuuji's shirt.
"You're not with my sister?"
"No," Yuuji assured him. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. We just thought it would be easier if we kept up the act."
"That's fucking ridiculous," Megumi scoffed. "I need to talk to her."
"Please don't be mad at her," Yuuji pleaded. "She's a really good person. She's just... desperate. I guess. To prove that she's an adult, or something. She doesn't deserve your anger."
Megumi rolled his eyes.
"Whatever," he muttered. "I need to go talk to her."
He turned and left the room, and Yuuji buried his face in his hands. He couldn't believe he'd gotten caught.
But, it was over. He'd confessed. He'd told the truth. He was going to be kicked out of the house, and he'd never see Megumi again. And here he was, sporting an inconvenient erection.
Fuck.
He flopped down on his futon and tried to will his body to relax.
A few minutes later, the door opened and Megumi stepped inside. He shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Stand up," he ordered.
Yuuji swallowed thickly. His throat was dry, and his hands were shaking. But, he did as he was told.
"So, I talked to my sister," Megumi began. "And, it seems like you're telling the truth. She admitted to the whole thing. Apparently, you're just a good person who's willing to help a friend."
"Y-yeah," Yuuji said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"And, you're gay," Megumi continued, his eyes roaming over Yuuji's body. "Very, very gay."
"Yeah," Yuuji squeaked.
Megumi stepped closer to him, and Yuuji shivered. He could feel the other boy's breath on his neck, and his heart was pounding.
"You know, it's pretty fucked up," Megumi said, his voice low. "To make someone believe that you're dating their sibling. To sleep in their room. To look at them the way you did."
Megumi was so close. Too close. Yuuji could feel his body heat, and he was trembling.
Those deep green eyes were boring into his, pupils dilated and a hint of danger glinting in the depths.
"I'm so sorry," Yuuji whimpered.
"You should be," Megumi growled, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
Yuuji was going to die. He was sure of it. Megumi was going to murder him.
"Do you know what else is fucked up?" Megumi whispered, his voice sending shivers down Yuuji's spine. "The fact that my sister brought home a boy for the first time, and all I could think about was just how much I wanted him for myself."
Yuuji was shaking. He was going to faint. He was going to fucking die.
"So, let's make a deal," Megumi continued, his hand gripping the front of Yuuji's shirt. "You're going to keep pretending that you're dating her. For the rest of the week. Because, she does deserve a little more trust and freedom, and if this is the best way to get it, then so be it. And, in the meantime, the two of us can get to know each other a little better. Behind closed doors."
Yuuji's brain short-circuited.
"Huh?"
Megumi rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Look, I'm not fucking asking you out. Not exactly interested in relationships and all that. But, there's clearly some... attraction between us. And, since you're not dating my sister, we may as well indulge in it. I'm not exactly the most social person, and you're, uh. Well, I don't mind looking at you. So, what do you say?"
Holy fuck.
This was happening.
Yuuji was dreaming. Or hallucinating. Or dead.
But, whatever it was, he was not going to say no.
"I- I'm okay with that," he breathed.
"Good," Megumi said.
Now that the adrenaline and rage had faded, he looked a little calmer and there was a slight hint of pink dusting his cheeks. But, he was still looking at Yuuji like he was about to devour him.
"Then, why don't you show me what you were thinking about when you were looking at me at dinner."
Oh, sweet, merciful gods.
Yuuji swallowed thickly, and slowly lifted his hands, cupping Megumi's cheeks and leaning in. Their lips were only inches apart, and Yuuji could feel the electricity sizzling in the air between them.
"Are you sure?" he breathed.
"Just kiss me, idiot," Megumi muttered.
That was all the encouragement Yuuji needed. He closed the distance between them, pressing their lips together. It was soft and gentle, and it made his heart ache. He was kissing the most beautiful man he'd ever seen, and he sure as hell wasn't going to fuck this up.
Megumi seemed to have other ideas.
Although he seemed to melt into the kiss at first, it wasn't long before he was taking control. He grabbed a fistful of Yuuji's hair, tugging on it and forcing his head back. He took advantage of his gasp to push his tongue past his lips, exploring his mouth and drawing a needy moan from his throat.
Yuuji was in heaven. He'd been lusting after the other boy since the second he saw him, and now, he was finally getting a taste. It was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough. He let Megumi take the lead, enjoying the feeling of his tongue mapping out every inch of his mouth, licking along his teeth and sliding against his own tongue.
Megumi was everywhere. His hands were on Yuuji's hips, pulling him close and holding him in place. He was pressed against him, his warmth seeping through their clothes and sending shivers down his spine. He was all around him, filling his senses and taking over his thoughts.
Megumi bit down on his lip, tugging on it with his teeth and drawing another desperate whine from Yuuji's throat.
"Keep your voice down," he murmured.
"S-sorry," Yuuji stammered, his face burning.
"Just try to keep it together, will you?" Megumi sighed, rolling his eyes.
"I'm, uh, not very good at that."
"Obviously."
Megumi leaned in and kissed him again, his hand coming up to cup his cheek. For a second, Yuuji thought he might be gentle.
But, of course, he was wrong.
Megumi's tongue plunged into his mouth, sliding against his own and coaxing him into a messy, desperate dance. He was relentless, nipping at his lips and sucking on his tongue, swallowing every moan and whimper and drawing more from him.
Yuuji was in over his head. He had never been kissed like this before, and it was making his knees weak. Sure, he wasn't a blushing virgin, but this was something else entirely. Megumi was fierce and dominant, and it was turning Yuuji on like nothing else.
It was clear that Megumi was just as worked up as he was. Yuuji could feel his hands sliding over his body, exploring his muscles and tracing his abs through his shirt. He could feel his growing hardness pressing against his thigh, and it made him shudder.
Megumi pulled back for a second, gasping for air. His lips were swollen and slick with saliva, and his pupils were blown wide. He looked like sin, and Yuuji couldn't resist.
Feeling disoriented and dazed, Yuuji dove back in and captured his lips, tasting him and savoring his flavor.
"Fucking hell, you're greedy," Megumi panted, breaking the kiss.
"You're not stopping me," Yuuji countered.
Megumi just scoffed and pushed him towards the bed, practically throwing him down onto the mattress.
He was just about to climb on top of him, when a knock on the door startled them both.
"Megumi? Yuuji? I heard shouting earlier, is everything okay?"
Gojo's voice was muffled by the door, but they could hear the concern in his tone.
"Everything's fine," Megumi replied, sounding annoyed. "We just got into an argument. No big deal."
"Megumi! Be nice to our guest!"
"I'm being plenty nice," Megumi said, smirking at Yuuji. "I'm letting him sleep in my room, aren't I?"
"Megumi, I'm serious. Don't bully the boy."
"I'm not bullying him," Megumi sighed, rolling his eyes. "Trust me, I'm treating him just fine ."
Oh, if only Gojo knew.
"Anyway, Yuuji-kun, I know you said you were tired, but we're going to watch a movie downstairs. You don't have to, obviously, but we'd love to have you join us."
"Uh," Yuuji mumbled, struggling to find the words.
"Both of you should come down," Gojo continued. "We'd love to get to know Tsumiki's boyfriend a little better."
Well, Megumi was about to get to know him really fucking well, actually.
"Sure," Yuuji agreed, hoping his voice didn't sound as wrecked as he felt. "We'll, uh, be right down."
"Wonderful! We'll see you soon!"
There was a pause, and then Gojo's footsteps receded down the hall.
Megumi groaned and sat down next to Yuuji, burying his face in his hands.
"What a pain in the ass," he grumbled.
Yuuji's gaze lingered on him, taking in his appearance. He looked absolutely disheveled, his hair messy and his lips swollen and pink.
It was a good look for him.
"Come on," Megumi said, getting to his feet. "Let's go watch a stupid movie. And, for the love of god, don't look at me like that. In fact, just stop looking at me altogether. This is already complicated enough without you giving me fuck-me eyes."
Jesus.
He was so blunt.
"Right, sorry," Yuuji said, flustered.
Megumi let out an exasperated sigh and offered his hand. Yuuji took it, and let him pull him to his feet.
"And, you'd better fix yourself," Megumi added, glancing down.
Yuuji followed his gaze and winced.
Of course, his hard-on was still very prominent. He quickly tucked his dick into his waistband (a method mankind had used for generations) and smoothed his shirt over it.
"Good enough," Megumi decided.
And, with that, they left the room.
-
The movie was, admittedly, not terrible. It was some cheesy action flick that was mostly predictable, but it was entertaining enough.
They were sitting on the couch, with Tsumiki sitting next to Yuuji and Megumi sitting on the floor in front of him. Tsumiki was snuggled into his side, and Yuuji had one arm wrapped around her.
She had given him a questioning look when they entered the room, but he had just given her a small shake of his head. There would be time to talk later.
Meanwhile, Megumi was sitting cross-legged, staring intently at the TV.
The movie was a good distraction, but it wasn't enough. Yuuji could still feel his skin tingling, and he couldn't get the feeling of Megumi's lips out of his mind.
And, if the way Megumi was shifting slightly, his breath coming a little heavier, was any indication, he wasn't the only one.
At one point, he leaned his head back and rested it on Yuuji's knee, his eyes glued to the screen. Yuuji was trying to focus on the movie, but the weight of his head was distracting. He was also very aware of the fact that his fingers were inches from Megumi's hair.
Don't touch him. Don't touch him. Don't touch him.
His hands twitched, and he could feel the other boy shift.
Fuck.
Was it possible to die of sexual frustration? Because, that was where Yuuji was headed.
Finally, the movie ended. Gojo turned off the TV, and stood up.
"Well, that was fun," he said, smiling brightly. "I'm going to bed, but you kids stay up as long as you want. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight, Dad," Tsumiki replied.
"Night," Megumi said, still not moving from his spot on the floor.
With that, Gojo left the room, leaving the three of them alone.
Tsumiki didn't waste any time. She immediately stood up and turned to face them.
"So," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "What the hell happened?"
"Nothing," Megumi replied, his voice calm.
"Bullshit," she retorted, her hands on her hips. "You barged into my room, accusing me of lying about dating Yuuji. And, when I told you the truth, you practically sprinted back to your room."
"Well," Megumi drawled. "I talked to Yuuji, and decided to keep my mouth shut."
"Why?" Tsumiki asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Because," Megumi said, a smirk on his lips. "Yuuji and I came to an agreement."
Tsumiki's eyes darted between the two of them, and Yuuji could tell she was putting the pieces together.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed. "That was fast."
"Yeah," Yuuji agreed. "It kind of was."
Megumi just rolled his eyes.
"You're the one who wanted us to get to know each other," he said. "So, we did. We got to know each other a little... better ."
Tsumiki burst out laughing.
"Jesus Christ," she said, shaking her head. "I mean, I'm happy for you guys, but I didn't expect it to happen that fast. You two have no self-control, do you?"
"Says the girl who dragged a random guy into her house and made him pretend to be her boyfriend," Megumi replied, his tone dry.
"Fair enough," Tsumiki conceded. "Anyway, I'm glad you guys are having fun. Especially you, Megumi. You always look so grumpy. If Yuuji can help you chill out, then I'm all for it."
"Thanks," Megumi said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Anyway," Tsumiki continued, her eyes sparkling. "Well, just make sure Dad doesn't find out. If he knew that his daughter's fake boyfriend was getting it on with his son, he'd have a stroke."
"No kidding," Yuuji mumbled.
"Right, well," Megumi said, getting to his feet. "Now that this is settled, we're going back to my room. To talk . Obviously."
"Obviously," Tsumiki agreed, her lips curling into a smile.
Megumi shot her a glare, and then grabbed Yuuji's hand, pulling him to his feet.
"Goodnight," he called over his shoulder, as he led the other boy away.
"Goodnight," Tsumiki said, giggling.
Megumi practically dragged Yuuji down the hall, his grip firm. Once they were safely behind the closed door, Yuuji found himself pinned against the wall, with Megumi's lips crashing into his own.
This kiss was rough, and desperate, and full of hunger. Megumi was kissing him like he was starving, and Yuuji was the first meal he'd had in weeks. There was a certain edge of danger in it, a fierceness that sent shivers down his spine.
Yuuji melted into the kiss, letting him take the lead. His tongue plunged into his mouth, coaxing him into a frantic rhythm, a battle of wills and desire.
Yuuji could feel Megumi's hands everywhere, his nails digging into his flesh and his fingers clutching at him, leaving bruises and marks.
Megumi was like fire. All it took was a single spark, and now the entire world was burning.
Yuuji's knees were weak, and he clung to Megumi, letting him take control. He was overwhelmed, drowning in sensation and need.
"This- fucking movie," Megumi gasped. "Took- fucking- forever."
He punctuated each word with a harsh kiss, his lips brushing against Yuuji's with each syllable.
"Couldn't- stop- thinking about you," he murmured.
"M-me too," Yuuji stammered.
He couldn't think straight. His mind was a haze of want and desire, and all he could do was cling to Megumi, letting him ravage his mouth and mark his skin.
Megumi pulled away, his breath coming in ragged pants. His pupils were blown wide, and his gaze was intense. He stared at Yuuji for a moment, taking in his swollen lips and flushed cheeks. Then, he smiled. It was a wicked, devilish thing, and it made Yuuji's heart race.
"So," he said, his voice low. "Where were we?"
He leaned in, and his lips brushed against the shell of Yuuji's ear.
"Tell me, Itadori Yuuji," he purred. "How do you feel about getting on your knees for me? Maybe you could apologize for deceiving me in such a... devious way."
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Megumi was a goddamn demon.
And, Yuuji was more than willing to be damned.
"I'd love to," he breathed.
Megumi pulled back and gave him a devilish grin.
"Good," he said. "Now, get down."
Yuuji sank to his knees, the hardwood floor unforgiving under his bones. But, the pain barely registered. All he could focus on was Megumi, standing before him, a smirk on his face and desire in his eyes. Ever since that stupid movie, all the timidness and shyness had been burned away. Now, there was only hunger.
Megumi's hands came up to cup his face, tilting his head back and forcing him to meet his gaze.
"You look so pretty like this," he said, his thumb brushing across Yuuji's bottom lip. "I could get used to seeing you on your knees for me."
Hell, Yuuji could get used to it, too.
He parted his lips, and let Megumi's thumb slip past them. He swirled his tongue around the digit, teasing the pad with the tip of his tongue. He could feel Megumi's cock twitch, and he hummed happily.
Megumi drew his thumb out, and traced the outline of Yuuji's mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He was definitely affected by the sight, his breath coming in shallow gasps and his pupils dilated.
"Well, go on then," he said. "Get started."
Yuuji obeyed, reaching out and tugging at the waistband of Megumi's sweats. He could see the outline of his cock through the fabric, and his mouth watered. He pulled the pants down, exposing Megumi's erection.
He was already hard, his length curving towards his stomach. Yuuji swallowed thickly, his mind filled with all sorts of filthy thoughts. He'd always had a bit of a thing for blowjobs, and seeing Megumi like this was making his head spin.
He licked his lips, and dived in, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. He could taste the salt of his skin, and the musky flavor made him shiver. He repeated the motion, earning a low groan from Megumi.
He was a little sloppy, but that was okay. He could hear Megumi panting, and he could see his fingers flexing, grasping at nothing.
He reached the tip, and swirled his tongue around the head, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He could feel Megumi's hips twitch, and he hummed happily.
He was enjoying this far more than he should. He felt a little guilty for enjoying the power trip, but it was hard to feel bad when Megumi was moaning so beautifully.
He continued licking and sucking, his tongue laving attention on every inch of flesh he could reach. He could hear the sounds of Megumi's pleasure, and it was driving him wild. He could feel his own arousal, hot and heavy, between his thighs.
Megumi was growing more impatient, his hips thrusting shallowly, chasing the feeling of Yuuji's mouth. He tangled his fingers in Yuuji's hair, tugging on it and coaxing him to go deeper.
Blowjobs were all about power, and, contrary to what people may think, it was the one giving the blowjob that was really in control. They could take their time, teasing and edging until the other person was a begging, desperate mess. Or, they could give in, swallowing down their length and sucking them off until they were a quivering, whimpering wreck.
If Yuuji didn't want Megumi to thrust, he could just hold him still, keeping him at bay and denying him the satisfaction of fucking his throat. But, right now, he wanted to indulge him.
He relaxed his throat, and let Megumi push deeper. He could feel the tip of his cock bumping against the back of his throat, and he swallowed around it, earning a shudder and a strangled moan.
"Fuck, you're good at this," Megumi panted.
His grip tightened in Yuuji's hair, and he started rocking his hips. He wasn't being rough, but it was clear he was struggling to hold back. Yuuji was impressed with his self-control. Most guys would have already been plunging into his throat, chasing their own pleasure.
Megumi was different, though. He seemed to understand the importance of balance. The give and take, the push and pull. He wasn't afraid to ask for what he wanted, but he was willing to let Yuuji set the pace.
That didn't mean he wasn't vocal, though.
He was muttering a litany of curses, his fingers twisting in Yuuji's hair and his hips rolling steadily.
"Fucking- shit, Yuuji-"
Yuuji looked up at him through his eyelashes, and he could see his eyes darken. He was watching him intently, his gaze drinking in the sight of him.
Yuuji knew what he looked like. He was kneeling on the floor, his lips stretched around Megumi's cock and his cheeks hollowed. He probably looked like sin, and the way Megumi was looking at him, like he wanted to devour him, sent a thrill down his spine.
He could feel Megumi's dick twitch, and he knew he was close.
He redoubled his efforts, sucking and licking, and bobbing his head in time with the thrust of his hips. He could hear Megumi's breath hitch, and he felt his hand clench in his hair, pulling at it roughly.
Megumi was losing control, his thrusts growing erratic and his grip tightening.
Yuuji pulled back, his lips sliding along the length of his cock. He swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered there.
Then, he swallowed him down again, and took him all the way, until his nose was pressed against the patch of black curls at the base.
Megumi groaned, his fingers twisting painfully in Yuuji's hair. His cock pulsed, and then his release spilled down Yuuji's throat.
Yuuji swallowed, his throat working around the length. He could feel the aftershocks running through Megumi, and he held him in place, letting him ride out the high.
Finally, he pulled away, his lips popping off the tip with an obscene noise. He looked up, and saw Megumi staring down at him, his chest heaving and his cheeks flushed.
He reached down and cupped his chin, tilting his head back. His thumb swiped across his lips, and Yuuji's tongue darted out, licking the digit.
Megumi smiled, and leaned down, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss.
Yuuji knew that Megumi could taste himself on his lips, and the thought made him moan. Megumi was thorough, his tongue licking into his mouth and chasing the lingering traces of his release.
Finally, he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Yuuji's.
"You're unbelievable," he breathed. "Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that?"
"I have my secrets," Yuuji teased, his voice hoarse.
Megumi hummed and kissed him again, slower this time, his tongue exploring his mouth leisurely.
"Now," he said, breaking the kiss. "Let me take care of you."
Yuuji blinked, and realized that he was still very hard. He'd been so focused on pleasing Megumi, that he'd forgotten his own arousal. But, now that Megumi had reminded him, it was impossible to ignore.
Megumi tugged his pants down, and his cock sprang free. Yuuji watched as he sank to his knees, his eyes dark and full of promise.
He was so beautiful, Yuuji thought, his breath catching.
Megumi was a work of art. All sharp angles and smooth lines. He was like a statue, chiseled from marble. His skin was pale and flawless, and his hair was a messy tangle, falling into his eyes.
And, the way he was looking at him. It was intoxicating. He could get drunk on that gaze.
Megumi reached out, his fingers ghosting over his length. He was barely touching him, but it was enough to make Yuuji's toes curl.
He wrapped his fingers around him, and began stroking.
It was gentle, almost teasing. Yuuji could feel the warmth of his skin, and the faint pressure of his grip.
"Fuck," he gasped, his head falling back.
He was embarrassingly close, and Megumi had barely touched him.
"You're so beautiful like this," Megumi murmured. "So open and needy."
His voice was soft, his tone full of awe. It was almost reverent, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"M-Megumi," Yuuji whimpered.
He was already on the edge, and the way Megumi was looking at him was making his head spin.
Megumi smirked, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. Then, his tongue darted out, swiping across the slit.
Yuuji moaned, his hands coming up to grip Megumi's shoulders.
"Shh," Megumi hushed, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. "We don't want to wake anyone, do we?"
"S-Sorry," Yuuji stammered, his voice trembling.
Megumi's tongue darted out again, licking a stripe up the side of his cock. Then, he closed his lips around the tip, and sucked gently.
Yuuji bit back a cry, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. He could feel the tension coiling inside him, his release building.
Megumi took more of him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the shaft. He was careful, his movements slow and deliberate. It was obvious that he was enjoying himself, and the knowledge sent a shiver down Yuuji's spine.
He could feel his orgasm approaching, and he tried to hold it back. But, it was futile.
"M-Megumi, I'm-"
Megumi hummed, his tongue continuing its assault on his length. Yuuji was going to come embarrassingly fast, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Megumi must have sensed his distress, because he pulled back, his lips sliding along the sensitive skin.
"Go ahead," he urged. "I want to see you come undone."
His voice was low and husky, and the sound of it sent Yuuji over the edge.
He came with a strangled cry, his release spilling over Megumi's lips. He closed his eyes, and let the waves of pleasure wash over him.
Megumi swallowed, his tongue licking up the last drops. Then, he pulled away, and stood up. He grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and wiped his mouth.
Jesus fuck. That should definitely be illegal.
Megumi grinned, and tossed the tissue in the trash. Then, he extended his hand, helping Yuuji to his feet.
Yuuji felt like jelly. His legs were shaky, and his heart was racing. He collapsed onto the bed, and Megumi joined him, wrapping his arms around him.
They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow.
Yuuji felt a bit like he'd just gotten hit by a truck, and the best thing to do was cuddle with the boy who'd made him feel this way.
Finally, he spoke.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
"I know," Megumi agreed.
"I don't think I've ever had a blowjob like that before," Yuuji admitted.
"Yeah, well, welcome to the club," Megumi replied. "I'm glad we're on the same page."
"What now?" Yuuji asked.
"Now," Megumi said. "We clean up, and try to get some sleep."
Yuuji nodded, and they went to the bathroom, taking turns washing up and brushing their teeth. They changed into their pajamas, and walked back to the room.
"So, uh," Yuuji started, awkwardly staring at his futon. "Do you want me to-"
"Don't be an idiot," Megumi cut him off, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the bed.
He crawled under the covers, and motioned for Yuuji to join him.
Yuuji was hesitant. He wasn't sure where the line was. Sure, he had the guy's dick in his mouth, but sharing a bed seemed... personal .
"Get in, moron," Megumi said, patting the space beside him. "I don't bite."
Well, that was a lie, but Yuuji didn't have the energy to argue. He slid under the blankets, and Megumi pulled him close, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
"This okay?" Megumi asked, his voice soft.
"Yeah," Yuuji replied.
"Good," Megumi said. "Now, go to sleep."
Yuuji nodded, and nestled against him. He could feel the warmth of his body, and the steady rise and fall of his chest. It was comforting, and he found himself drifting off, the rhythmic sound of Megumi's breathing lulling him to sleep.
"Night," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut.
"Night," Megumi replied.
They fell asleep, their bodies tangled together, and the taste of each other on their lips.
-
In the morning, they woke up to Tsumiki pounding on the door.
"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" she called, her voice cheery.
"Go away," Megumi growled, pulling the blankets over his head.
"Are you two decent?" Tsumiki asked, and Yuuji could practically hear the smirk in her voice.
"Define decent," Megumi muttered, his face buried in the pillows.
"We're clothed," Yuuji offered, trying to be helpful.
"Okay, good enough," Tsumiki decided, opening the door and sauntering in.
"Morning, sunshine," she chirped, plopping down on the edge of the bed.
"I will murder you in your sleep," Megumi grumbled, glaring at her from under the blankets.
"You're cute when you're grumpy," she cooed, patting his head.
It didn't help that Megumi was still very much cuddling with Yuuji, and had a possessive arm wrapped around his waist.
"Anyway," Tsumiki continued, clearly not concerned with his murderous mood. "I wanted to let you guys know that Dad is going to be out all day. I was thinking we could go out and do something fun. Get some food, see a movie. You know, the usual."
"I'm not moving," Megumi said, stubbornly. "But you're free to go out, if you want. Actually, that's a great idea. Have fun."
"Oh, no," Tsumiki said, poking him in the side. "You're not gonna kick me out of the house to get all cozy with your boyfriend. I want to spend some time with both of you."
"He's your boyfriend, not mine," Megumi mumbled.
"Guys, I'm feeling a ljttle objectified," Yuuji cut in, pretending to sound offended.
"Shut up," Megumi said, squeezing him tighter.
Tsumiki laughed.
"Well, okay, how about this? You two come downstairs and have breakfast with me, and then I'll go out and do some shopping. You can hole up here and do... whatever it is you two like doing. But, when I get home, we're going to cook dinner together and hang out."
Honestly, Yuuji could think of worse things.
And, having the house to themselves for a few hours sounded tempting.
"Fine," Megumi grumbled.
"Awesome," Tsumiki cheered, jumping up and clapping her hands. "I'll let you guys get ready, and I'll meet you downstairs."
She practically skipped out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Megumi groaned, and reluctantly untangled himself from Yuuji.
"Why does she have so much energy?" he muttered, rolling over and rubbing his eyes.
"I don't know," Yuuji said, propping himself up on his elbow. "But, I think her plans sound pretty nice."
"Yeah, I guess," Megumi sighed. "Though I'm particularly looking forward to the part where we get the house to ourselves."
"Oh?" Yuuji asked, raising an eyebrow. "And, what do you plan on doing with that kind of privacy?"
Megumi rolled over, and pinned him down, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists above his head.
" You , preferably," he purred.
And, if Yuuji's brain had been fried before, he was a full-on vegetable now.
Megumi looked positively feral, and the thought of him doing all sorts of sinful things was almost too much.
"B-breakfast," he squeaked.
Megumi smirked.
"Later," he promised.
Yuuji wasn't sure he would survive later.
-
After breakfast, Tsumiki headed out to do her shopping, and Megumi didn't hesitate to pull Yuuji back upstairs.
"She's gonna be gone for at least two hours," he said, pressing Yuuji up against the wall and nipping at his neck. "Which means we have a lot of time to kill."
So, getting manhandled and thrown onto the bed was inevitable, really.
They'd barely managed to shut the door before they were tearing each other's clothes off.
"You're an absolute fucking tease, you know that?" Megumi growled, sucking a bruise into Yuuji's shoulder.
"I'm the tease?" Yuuji said, gasping as Megumi bit down. "You're the one who was eye-fucking me during breakfast."
It was true. Megumi had been staring at him the entire time, his gaze heated and intense. It had taken every ounce of Yuuji's self-control not to jump him right there at the table.
"Because you kept biting your lip," Megumi shot back, his hand running down his chest. "It was fucking obscene. I'm only human, Yuuji."
"Says the guy who's trying to suck a hickey onto my neck," Yuuji pointed out, squirming under his touch. "What's your dad going to say when he sees that?"
"I'll blame it on Tsumiki," Megumi said, dismissively. "Now, be quiet and let me enjoy myself."
"How am I supposed to be quiet if you're doing-"
Megumi cut him off with a kiss, and Yuuji melted. He'd never get tired of this, he decided. The feeling of Megumi's lips against his own, the way his tongue curled against his, the way his body felt pressed up against his.
Megumi broke the kiss, and nipped at his earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"Do you like being loud, Yuuji?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "I bet you'd make the prettiest noises. I'd love to see what other sounds I can pull out of you."
Fuck, he was already embarrassingly hard, and Megumi had barely touched him.
"Tell me, Yuuji," Megumi said, his breath hot against his skin. "Do you usually top or bottom?"
"I- um-" Yuuji stammered, his brain turning to mush. "It depends, I guess. I'm more of a versatile.
That usually meant that Yuuji only bottomed if he had good reason to assume his partner knew what they were doing. He'd done the whole awkward, inexperienced thing once, and it hadn't been fun. So, he decided to only trust his ass to people he was reasonably confident would not make him regret it.
"Hmm, good," Megumi purred, licking a stripe up his neck. "So, I can have you any way I want, then?"
"I mean, within reason," Yuuji joked, trying to lighten the mood.
He didn't want Megumi to think he was too eager, even though the idea of getting pounded by him was already making his toes curl.
"I can be reasonable," Megumi assured him. "And, I think right now, I want to fuck you. That's reasonable , right?"
"That's, uh, very reasonable," Yuuji choked out, his heart pounding.
Super reasonable. Yuuji couldn't think of anything more reasonable than that.
Megumi laughed, and kissed him again, his hands sliding down his sides. Then, suddenly, he found himself being flipped over, his chest pressed against the bed and his ass in the air.
Megumi ran his hands along his thighs, his fingers tracing patterns into the skin.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed, his voice full of awe. "You're like a damn Greek statue. A work of art."
His words made Yuuji flush. He wasn't used to this kind of attention, and he wasn't sure how to react.
Megumi leaned down and kissed his shoulder, his tongue licking along the line of his spine.
"Are you always so eloquent when you're horny?" Yuuji teased, trying to regain his composure.
"No, just with you," Megumi admitted, his hands moving up to cup his ass. "Your ass makes me a little stupid."
"That's reassuring," Yuuji chuckled.
"Just shut up and let me enjoy myself," Megumi said, his lips ghosting over his skin.
Then, his mouth was on him, his tongue tracing circles and his teeth grazing his skin. Yuuji shivered, his hands clenching in the sheets.
He was embarrassed by how easily Megumi could affect him. One touch and he was putty in his hands.
Then, Megumi's hands gripped his thighs, and spread his legs wider, and in the next second, a hot, wet tongue was licking over his entrance, and all thoughts left his head.
"M-Megumi, holy- oh, my God," he gasped, his knees trembling.
This had to be illegal, he decided. Nothing could feel this good and be legal.
Megumi licked a broad stripe up his crack, his tongue circling the rim. Yuuji let out a low moan, his body trembling.
Then, Megumi's tongue dipped inside, and he nearly lost his mind.
It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. The heat, the pressure, the slickness. It was overwhelming.
He pushed his hips back, seeking more. He could feel the vibrations of Megumi's laughter, and the sensation sent sparks up his spine.
Megumi continued his assault, his tongue swirling and his lips sucking. It was pure bliss, and Yuuji never wanted it to end.
But Megumi was cruel and it soon became clear that he had every intention of taking his sweet time. He licked and sucked and kissed, his tongue exploring every inch of him. His thumb rubbed circles over his perineum, and his fingers massaged his thighs, and the whole time, his mouth was working him open, his tongue darting in and out.
Yuuji was a panting mess, his face buried in the pillows and his hips rolling back.
"P-please," he whimpered, his voice muffled.
But instead of stopping, Megumi simply sped up, his tongue pushing deeper, and his lips sealing around him, and it was too much, and not enough, and Yuuji was falling apart, his body shaking and his toes curling.
He alternated between soft licks and deep thrusts, and it was driving Yuuji crazy. He really needed more, but Megumi was clearly intent on torturing him.
A finger kept teasing at his rim, but never quite slipping inside. It was maddening, and he was about to beg when Megumi finally took pity on him.
He only pushed the tip in, but it was enough to send a jolt through Yuuji's body. He let out a loud moan, and ground his hips back, trying to get him deeper.
Megumi responded by pressing the digit fully into him, and it was all Yuuji could do not to cry. He'd never once thought a single finger could feel this good - it was usually a necessary evil, the means to an end. But, the way Megumi moved it, slow and deliberate, and the way his tongue followed, licking around his knuckles and pushing against the tight ring of muscle, it was almost too much.
And, the thing was, Megumi didn't even seem like he was trying. It was just the natural way he did things, the way he seemed to take such care in everything he did. If Yuuji was going to bottom for anyone, it had to be him.
And, that thought sent another jolt of pleasure through him, his body clenching around the digit inside him.
Megumi chuckled, and slowly pulled his finger out, earning him a disappointed groan.
"Don't worry," he soothed, kissing his lower back. "I'm not done with you yet. Just gotta make things a little easier, yeah?"
Yuuji heard the telltale sound of a cap being opened, and then the cold, slick feel of lube that Megumi decided to pour directly over his entrance, like some kind of sadist.
"Fuck," Yuuji gasped, his body clenching.
Megumi laughed, and ran his fingers through the mess, spreading it around. Then, his finger was back, and he was pushing into him, the stretch easier now that he'd added more lube.
The pace was agonizingly slow, and Yuuji was dying for more. He ground his hips back, trying to take him deeper, but Megumi's hand kept him steady, his fingers gripping his waist.
"Shh," he soothed, his voice soft. "I've got you. Just relax."
Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one being tortured.
Finally, Megumi pushed his finger all the way in, and began to slowly thrust it in and out, curling it and massaging his inner walls. Yuuji groaned, his body arching into the touch. It was almost embarrassing, how needy he sounded, but he couldn't bring himself to care. All that mattered was the sensation of Megumi's finger inside him, and the promise of more.
He was so caught up in the feeling, he barely noticed when Megumi slipped a second finger in - he was relaxed and pliant, and his body accepted the intrusion with ease. The stretch was pleasant, and the slight burn only heightened his senses.
Megumi continued his ministrations, his fingers moving in and out, and his thumb rubbing circles on his perineum.
It was maddening, the way he could be so gentle and yet so rough. He had no idea how the hell someone could be so good at this, and it was making him go insane. He wanted it faster, harder, and he could tell Megumi was intentionally teasing him.
"I'm not gonna break," Yuuji moaned, grinding his hips back.
"I know," Megumi hummed. "I'm just enjoying myself. And, you're enjoying yourself too, aren't you?"
He punctuated the question with a particularly sharp thrust, and Yuuji gasped, his body tensing.
"I- Fuck- Yes," he whimpered, his toes curling.
"That's what I thought," Megumi smirked, his fingers resuming their previous pace.
"Fucking- bastard," Yuuji managed, his breath coming in short pants.
"I've been called worse," Megumi mused.
His fingers scissored inside him, stretching him further, and Yuuji could only moan, his body writhing under the sensation.
Megumi must have decided that the level of torture was acceptable, because the next thing he did was slip in a third finger, and that was all it took to have Yuuji keening. The stretch was perfect, and the way Megumi was fucking him open, his fingers pumping in and out, his knuckles brushing against his prostate with each thrust, was making his head spin.
The previous times he'd bottomed, there was always an element of discomfort, the unpleasantness of being stretched too wide. But, with Megumi, it was different. The ache was satisfying, and the burn was exquisite, and the feeling of being full was nothing short of divine.
Yuuji was pretty sure he was babbling at this point, a stream of curses and pleas spilling from his lips, but he didn't care. He was too far gone to care.
And, Megumi, that beautiful, evil man, was clearly enjoying himself. His free hand was roaming over his body, touching and teasing, and his lips were ghosting over his skin, planting soft kisses wherever he could reach.
Yuuji was so lost in the feeling, he barely registered when Megumi's fingers slid out of him, leaving him empty and aching. But, before he could even complain, Megumi was lining up his cock, and slowly pushing inside.
Yuuji could have cried. It was exactly what he'd wanted, and it felt even better than he'd imagined.
Megumi was big, and the stretch was delicious, the burn sending shivers up his spine. And, the way he filled him up, so perfectly and completely, was almost too much to handle.
Megumi paused when he was fully seated, letting him adjust, and Yuuji savored the feeling of being so utterly and thoroughly claimed.
Then, he started to move, and Yuuji's world shattered.
It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. The heat, the friction, the way Megumi was grinding into him, hitting all the right spots. It was like a fire had been lit inside him, and he was burning alive.
His hands fisted in the sheets, and his mouth hung open, gasps and moans falling from his lips. He was so full, and it was so good, and he never wanted it to stop.
Megumi's hands gripped his hips, holding him steady as he fucked into him, his thrusts slow and deep.
It was like they were made for each other, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. Yuuji could feel Megumi's chest pressed against his back, and the warmth of his skin, and the steady beat of his heart.
He could hear the soft grunts and moans that escaped Megumi's lips, and the way his breath hitched when he pushed inside. It was intoxicating, and he was drowning in it.
The sounds, the sensations, the smell. It was all too much.
He was already teetering on the edge, his body shaking and his mind numb.
"Could you- fuck- could you go any slower?" Yuuji whined, desperately pushing his hips back.
"Is there a problem?" Megumi purred, his lips brushing against his ear.
"You're fucking me like a virgin," Yuuji snapped, his patience wearing thin. "And, I'm not. So, can you please fuck me like a grown ass man, please?"
Megumi let out a low laugh, and his hands tightened on his hips.
"Want it rough, do you?" he teased.
"Yes, you-"
His words were cut off by a loud moan as Megumi suddenly slammed into him, hitting his prostate dead-on.
"Like that?" Megumi said, smugly.
Okay, maybe Yuuji didn't hate him that much.
Megumi picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward, and his cock drilling into him, and it was fucking glorious.
It was rough and filthy, and everything Yuuji wanted. Every thrust sent sparks through his body, and every grind of Megumi's hips had him seeing stars. He was completely wrecked, and Megumi was relentless, pounding into him like a man possessed.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin, and their moans filling the air, were obscene, and Yuuji had never felt more debauched.
Megumi's hands moved to grip his ass, spreading his cheeks apart, and Yuuji could practically feel his gaze boring into him, watching the way his cock disappeared into his body.
It was almost too much, the feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable. But, it was also thrilling, knowing that Megumi was getting off on watching him, on seeing him fall apart.
Yuuji buried his face in the pillows, his fingers clenching the sheets.
"Oh, no, no, no," Megumi said, his voice firm. "None of that."
Then, his hand was wrapping around his neck, tilting his head back and forcing him to look up. The sudden pressure on his throat was electrifying, and the way Megumi's fingers dug into his skin was dizzying.
"I want to hear you," Megumi growled, his thrusts never faltering. "All those pretty sounds. Don't hide them."
And, with that, his other hand reached around and grabbed Yuuji's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
The combination was overwhelming, and Yuuji was sure he was going to lose his mind. He could feel the orgasm building inside him, the heat pooling in his belly, and his body trembling.
Then, Megumi did the most sinful thing. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the shell of Yuuji's ear and whispered, "Come for me."
That was all it took to send Yuuji over the edge. He came hard, his body tensing and his back arching, his release spilling onto the sheets. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, his vision whiting out and his senses overloading.
Megumi worked him through it, his hands milking him dry, and his cock never slowing. Yuuji whimpered and writhed, his body twitching with overstimulation.
It was only when Yuuji had gone completely boneless, his body sagging against the mattress, that Megumi finally allowed himself to let go. He buried his face in the crook of Yuuji's neck, and his teeth sank into the flesh, marking him as his hips stuttered, and his body went still.
They stayed like that for a moment, their chests heaving and their bodies entwined. Then, slowly, Megumi pulled out, and rolled onto his back, his arm draped over his eyes.
Yuuji turned to look at him, taking in the sight. Megumi's chest was rising and falling, and his skin was glistening with sweat. His hair was a mess, and his lips were parted, and Yuuji had never seen anything more beautiful.
"So, how did I do?" Megumi asked, his voice laced with amusement.
"What, you want a review?" Yuuji said, grinning. "A little cocky, aren't you?"
"You're the one who wanted me to 'fuck you like a grown ass man'," Megumi pointed out. "I just wanted to make sure I delivered."
"Oh, you definitely delivered," Yuuji laughed.
"Good," Megumi smirked, leaning over to press a kiss to his shoulder. "Because, we've got plenty of time before Tsumiki gets home."
-
As it turned out, they did not, in fact, have plenty of time. They had about twenty minutes, which wasn't nearly enough for the kind of sex marathon Yuuji was envisioning. So, they settled for a quick shower and a hasty cleanup job, scrubbing away any evidence of their activities.
The bite marks and hickeys, unfortunately, were not so easy to hide.
"Megumi!" Tsumiki exclaimed, when she saw them. "Did you try to eat him? Jesus."
"Sorry," Megumi apologized, though he didn't sound very sorry. "It just kind of happened."
"Just kind of happened," Tsumiki muttered, shaking her head. "How am I supposed to explain it to Dad, that my boyfriend looks like a victim of a bear attack?"
"Well, since he's your boyfriend, I'm sure you can think of something," Megumi shrugged, unbothered.
"Is this way of punishing me for lying to you about Yuuji?" she accused, narrowing her eyes. "Because, it's not very nice, Megs."
"Maybe a little," Megumi admitted. "But, if it makes you feel any better, I didn't mean to be so... vigorous."
"Vigorous?" Tsumiki snorted. "That's a polite way of saying you were rabid. Jesus, Dad's gonna kill me."
Yuuji was starting to get worried. Because, what will Gojo say when he sees him like this? He's going to think that Yuuji and Tsumiki... No, it was just too embarrassing to think about.
Tsumiki seemed to notice his discomfort, and gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Don't worry," she said, reassuringly. "I'll take the fall for this one. Besides, what can he do? Ground me?"
Yuuji chuckled, and nodded. She had a point.
"Now, let's play some video games or something," Tsumiki declared, clapping her hands. "I need to decompress after dealing with my psycho brother."
They played for a while, the three of them sitting on the floor and taking turns. It was fun, and the tension slowly faded away.
Tsumiki was scarily good at fighting games, and it was a lot of fun to watch her and Megumi battle it out.
"Okay, no, that's cheating," Tsumiki declared, after losing for the fifth time. "You can't keep doing that."
"Doing what?" Megumi asked, innocently.
"You know what," she scowled. "How am I supposed to defend against that, huh? That's a bullshit move, and you know it."
"You're just mad because I'm better than you," Megumi teased.
"You wish," Tsumiki shot back.
"Hey, why don't we play a different game?" Yuuji suggested, sensing a brewing fight. "Do you guys have Mario Kart?"
"We do," Tsumiki confirmed.
"Great, let's do that," Yuuji smiled.
"Fine," Megumi agreed.
"Deal," Yuuji laughed.
It turned out, Mario Kart was the perfect solution. Tsumiki and Megumi were both fiercely competitive, and the added challenge of trying to sabotage each other made it even more entertaining.
They ended up spending the whole afternoon playing, only pausing for bathroom breaks and food.
"We should get dinner started," Tsumiki said, reluctantly.
"I'll help," Yuuji offered.
"Oh, you can cook?" Tsumiki asked, surprised.
"Yeah," Yuuji grinned. "I love cooking."
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, why is that surprising?" he asked.
"It's just, most guys I know don't really like to cook," she explained.
"Oh, well, I'm not most guys," he winked. "I'm your super straight, super cool, totally masculine boyfriend, remember?"
"Right, how could I forget," Tsumiki snorted, rolling her eyes.
They went to the kitchen and got to work. Tsumiki assigned Yuuji the task of cutting the vegetables, and they fell into a comfortable rhythm. Megumi joined them a little later, offering his assistance, but mostly just getting in the way.
By the time Gojo got home, the food was almost ready, and the three of them were sitting around the table, chatting.
"Something smells good," Gojo remarked, coming into the room.
"We made dinner," Tsumiki announced.
"Oh, wow, I'm impressed," he grinned. "What are we having?"
"Katsu curry," Tsumiki said.
"That sounds great," Gojo smiled, and sat down at the table. "It's good to see you three finally getting along. I was starting to wo- Jesus Christ, Yuuji, what the hell happened to your neck?"
Yuuji's hand immediately flew to the hickey that Megumi had left earlier, his face turning red.
"It's, um, a rash," he lied, pathetically.
"A rash," Gojo repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism.
"Yeah, uh, we think I might be allergic to the soap Tsumiki uses," Yuuji said, weakly.
Gojo's eyes narrowed, and he turned to Tsumiki.
"Tsumiki," he said, warningly. "What did you do?"
"Nothing!" she squeaked.
"Then, how did Yuuji get a hickey?" he asked, pointedly.
"It's not a hickey!" Tsumiki insisted, her face flushing. "He's telling the truth! He has a rash, and he's sensitive, and- and-"
She trailed off, realizing how ridiculous she sounded.
"Okay, fine, you got me," she sighed, hanging her head. "I did it. I'm sorry."
Gojo pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a long sigh.
"I'm making Yuuji sleep in Megumi's room so the two of you don't do stuff like this, and you still manage to find a way around it," he grumbled. "You really are my daughter, you know that?"
"So, you're not mad?" Tsumiki asked, hopefully.
Gojo sighed.
"No, I'm not mad," he said. "Just... Please be safe. I don't want any grandchildren. And, try not to traumatize your brother, okay?"
"We'll try," Tsumiki promised, smiling sheepishly.
"Thank you," Gojo said.
Yuuji didn't miss the way Megumi's lips twitched, as if he was holding back a laugh. Yeah, sure. Traumatizing him was not an issue.
-
They settled into a routine for the next couple of days.
Well, if having a crazy double life could be called a routine.
Yuuji spent his days playing the part of Tsumiki's doting boyfriend, and his nights with Megumi, fulfilling all sorts of dirty fantasies. It was a pretty sweet deal, all things considered. He learned that Megumi was most definitely not "reasonable" in the bedroom, and the amount of depravity they'd engaged in was borderline criminal.
But, doing it all behind closed doors was its own sort of thrill, and Yuuji couldn't help but be excited every time he and Megumi were left alone.
Megumi seemed to be enjoying it, too. He always seemed more relaxed when it was just the two of them, and his touches were softer, his words more gentle.
Yuuji didn't want to admit it, but he was definitely catching feelings. It was hard not to, when someone was treating you like that.
But, he knew it was just a matter of time until they had to return to reality. The real world, where he and Megumi attend the same university, but live completely different lives. Would Megumi want to keep seeing him, once they go back? Or, will he drop him, now that the fantasy is over?
Yuuji tried not to think about it too much.
It's not like they were in a relationship, anyway. They were just... whatever this was. Friends with benefits, maybe. It was not a big deal.
On Friday, Gojo decided to make a reservation at a fancy restaurant for dinner. He said it was to celebrate the successful conclusion of their visit, or something equally ridiculous. Yuuji was pretty sure it was an excuse to go out and splurge, but he didn't mind.
Of course, Yuuji didn't exactly pack anything fancy enough to wear to a high-end restaurant, so he had to borrow some clothes from Megumi. Which, turned out to be an interesting experience.
"Jesus Christ, Yuuji, you can't go out looking like that," Megumi exclaimed, when Yuuji came out of the bathroom.
"Huh?"
Okay, maybe the shirt was a little too tight. Megumi's pupils dilated, and his jaw tightened, his eyes roaming over Yuuji's body.
"Um, Megumi?" Yuuji asked, uncertainly.
"That shirt is too small," Megumi stated, his voice strained.
"Is that bad?"
"Yeah, it's- it's distracting," Megumi said, his eyes glued to Yuuji's chest.
"Distracting how?" Yuuji asked, innocently.
Megumi swallowed, and took a step forward.
"Take it off," he ordered.
"But, what about the- mmm."
Megumi cut him off with a kiss, his lips crashing against his, and his tongue plunging into his mouth. Yuuji could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the firm grip on his waist. It was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough.
"Megumi, we need to be downstairs in, like, five minutes," he reminded him, breathlessly.
"Fuck, you're right," Megumi groaned, reluctantly pulling away. "But seriously, this shirt needs to go."
Yuuji looked down at the offending garment. It was a plain white button-down, and while it was a little tight, it wasn't that bad.
"I'll just put on a jacket," Yuuji shrugged.
Megumi sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Okay, fine," he conceded. "But, don't say I didn't warn you."
They met up with Gojo and Tsumiki downstairs, and made their way to the restaurant. It was a cozy, candlelit place, with soft music playing in the background. They were seated at a secluded booth, and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming.
And, of course, the food was amazing. Yuuji wasn't even a fan of fancy cuisine, but the dishes they were served were exquisite. He'd never had anything like it before.
Gojo insisted that they share some bottles of wine that probably cost more than his college tuition, and by the time dessert was served, Yuuji was pleasantly buzzed.
He was feeling a little hot in the jacket, so he took it off and laid it over the seat next to him. And, almost immediately, Megumi's leg brushed against his.
It was probably an accident, but it sent a thrill up Yuuji's spine. They were in public, Tsumiki and Gojo were right there, and yet, Yuuji's mind was already racing with possibilities.
He glanced over at Megumi, who was pretending to be engrossed in conversation, but Yuuji could see the glint in his eye. He knew that look. It was the same one he'd given him the other night, before bending him over the table and fucking him within an inch of his life.
And, just like that, Yuuji's cock was hardening in his pants.
He shifted in his seat, trying to subtly adjust himself, but his movement caught Megumi's attention.
The other boy's gaze flickered down, and the corner of his lips twitched, as if he were fighting a smirk.
Fuck. Yuuji was in trouble.
Megumi reached over, pretending to grab his glass of water, but his hand landed on Yuuji's thigh. He squeezed it, gently, and slid his palm upwards.
"What do you think, Yuuji?" Gojo's voice startled him, and he jumped.
"Hm?"
"The dessert," Gojo clarified. "Is it good?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, it's great," Yuuji nodded, trying not to let his voice betray him.
He raised his fork and took another bite, trying to focus on the flavor. But, it was difficult, with the way Megumi's hand was still stroking his thigh, slowly inching towards his groin.
Yuuji shot him a warning glance, but Megumi just smiled innocently.
This needed to stop, and fast.
"I, uh, I need to use the restroom," Yuuji announced, awkwardly. "Do you, uh, know where it is?"
"Oh, it's down the hall and then turn left," Gojo told him. "Need me to show you?"
"No, no, I'm good," Yuuji assured him, a little too quickly.
"I'll show him. I was going anyway," Megumi said, standing up.
Fuck. This was not good.
Megumi led the way, and Yuuji followed, his pulse racing. They found the bathroom and went inside, and the second the door closed, Megumi was on him.
He pressed him against the wall, his hands gripping his waist, and his lips on his. Yuuji could feel the heat, and the urgency, and his body responded instantly.
"Megumi, what are you-?" he tried to ask, but his words were swallowed by the other boy's mouth.
"Stupid- shirt," Megumi growled, between kisses. "I was- trying- to behave."
"Megumi, we're in a restaurant," Yuuji protested, feebly.
"And, I was trying," Megumi emphasized, his lips trailing down his jaw. "To behave. But, then you had to go and look so fucking good."
His teeth scraped along Yuuji's throat, and his hand moved down, cupping the front of his pants.
"Megumi, we can't- not here- anyone could walk in-" Yuuji tried to reason, but the pleasure was making it difficult to formulate a coherent sentence.
"Then, I guess you'd better be quiet," Megumi smirked, sinking to his knees.
"Megumi, what are you- oh, fuck."
Yuuji's eyes rolled back, and his fingers gripped Megumi's hair, as the other boy freed his cock from his pants and wrapped his lips around it.
Megumi's mouth was hot and wet, and the feeling was incredible. Yuuji couldn't believe that they were doing this, in a public bathroom, with his fake-girlfriend and her father waiting for them at the table. It was dangerous, and reckless, and so, so fucking hot.
Megumi took his time, working his way up and down his length, and using his tongue to tease the tip. Yuuji had to bite his lip to keep from crying out, the pleasure coiling inside him.
"Megumi, I'm gonna- if you keep- oh god-"
Megumi's response was to suck harder, taking him deeper into his throat. His hands moved to Yuuji's ass, kneading the flesh and encouraging him to move.
Jesus, was he really going to do this? Fuck, the pressure was building, and Yuuji was on the verge of exploding.
He took a deep breath, and did his best to control his movements. He began to thrust, gently at first, but soon, he was losing himself in the sensation. Megumi's mouth was perfect, and his tongue was doing things that were borderline obscene.
They needed to be fast, which apparently meant Megumi wasn't holding back.
"F-fuck," Yuuji gasped, his hips stuttering. "Megumi, I'm gonna come- fuck."
He bit down on his knuckles, trying to muffle his moans, as he came hard, his vision whiting out. Megumi swallowed around him, taking it all, and Yuuji's legs were shaking, his whole body trembling.
When he finally came down from his high, he realized that Megumi was grinning at him, looking far too pleased with himself.
"You look good when you're coming," he said, his voice husky.
"Fuck, you're crazy," Yuuji breathed, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. "What about-?"
"Oh, you're gonna have to take care of that later," Megumi smirked, rising to his feet. "Gonna make you ride me until I'm satisfied."
"You're actually insane," Yuuji shook his head, laughing. "Like, clinically insane."
"What, you think that's a bad thing?" Megumi grinned.
"Nope," Yuuji said, pulling him in for a kiss. "Just means I gotta find a way to keep up."
-
"There you are!" Tsumiki said, when they got back to the table. "What took you guys so long?"
"The line for the bathroom was really long," Megumi lied, smoothly.
"Ugh, that sucks," Tsumiki commiserated. "Well, the waiter just brought our check, so we should be good to go."
They made their way out of the restaurant, and into the cool evening air. It was a beautiful night, and the stars were shining brightly overhead. Yuuji was feeling pretty good, the buzz from the alcohol combined with the post-orgasm glow.
Megumi, on the other hand, was fidgety and restless, and Yuuji had a feeling he knew why. The anticipation was almost as good as the real thing, and his skin was practically tingling with excitement.
As they walked, Megumi kept glancing at him, his gaze heated and intense. It was like a silent promise, and Yuuji couldn't wait.
By the time they got back to the house, he was ready to jump out of his skin. They bid Gojo and Tsumiki goodnight, and retreated to Megumi's room, closing the door behind them.
As soon as the lock clicked, Megumi was on him, pushing him against the door and kissing him, deeply. His hands were everywhere, roaming over his body, and his lips were hungry and demanding.
"Isn't this a designer shirt- mmph-?" Yuuji asked, breathlessly.
"Yes," Megumi answered, impatiently.
"So- shouldn't we- not rip it- oh my god-" Yuuji tried to ask, as Megumi tore the buttons open.
"Don't care," Megumi growled, shoving the fabric off his shoulders.
The shirt fell to the floor, and Yuuji's pants quickly followed. He kicked his shoes and socks off, and Megumi pushed him towards the bed, his hands rough and needy.
Yuuji stumbled backwards, until his knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he collapsed onto the bed. Megumi followed, crawling on top of him, and grinding their hips together.
"You have- no idea- how hard it was- not to just- fuck you- right there- at the table," Megumi grunted, between kisses.
"I think- I might- have a clue- ah, fuck-!"
Megumi's teeth sank into his neck, and Yuuji couldn't help but arch his back, seeking more friction. His cock was already rock-hard, and the pressure of Megumi's body was driving him wild.
"Wanna feel you," he breathed, his hands reaching for the other boy's belt.
"Fuck, yes," Megumi agreed, eagerly, shifting to allow him better access.
Yuuji fumbled with the buckle, his fingers trembling, and finally managed to get the zipper down. He slid his hand inside, wrapping his fingers around Megumi's erection, and giving it a firm stroke.
"Fuck, yes," Megumi repeated, his eyes fluttering closed. "More."
Yuuji obliged, tightening his grip, and pumping his fist up and down. Megumi's hips were thrusting forward, chasing the sensation, and Yuuji was starting to lose control.
He flipped them over, crawling between Megumi's legs, and pulling his pants off. He took a second to appreciate the view, the sight of Megumi spread out on the bed, his cock flushed and dripping, before diving in for a taste.
"Oh, shit, fuck, yes, Yuuji," Megumi hissed, as Yuuji's mouth descended on him.
He swallowed him down, his lips stretched wide, and his tongue laving the underside. He hollowed his cheeks, and began to bob his head, taking him deeper with every thrust.
A hand on his ass startled him, and suddenly his hips were being dragged backwards. He let out a surprised noise, but didn't stop what he was doing.
A hasty fumbling behind him, the sound of a cap being opened, and then Megumi's fingers were probing his entrance, coated in lube.
"Mmph," he hummed, the vibrations causing Megumi to moan.
Megumi was sloppy and rough, his fingers barely prepping him before slipping inside. Unlike their first time, there was no slow, gentle build-up. No, this was primal and animalistic, and so, so hot.
Yuuji didn't mind the burn. In fact, it only added to the experience. He loved the way Megumi lost control, and couldn't seem to hold back. It was intoxicating, knowing that he could reduce him to this.
Megumi was fucking him with his fingers, his cock still buried in his mouth, and Yuuji was starting to lose his rhythm. He pulled off, panting, and pressed his face against the sheets, trying to catch his breath.
"Yuuji, you good?" Megumi asked, his voice thick with desire.
"Yeah, fuck, so good," Yuuji moaned.
"Then, get on my cock," Megumi ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Yuuji shuddered, his body responding immediately. He scrambled to comply, turning around and straddling Megumi's lap. Megumi tossed him a condom and a bottle of lube, and Yuuji wasted no time getting him ready.
He sank down, slowly, and bit his lip, the feeling almost overwhelming. Megumi was watching him, his eyes dark and intense, and Yuuji had never felt so exposed.
Once he was fully seated, he took a deep breath, trying to adjust. Megumi's hands were on his hips, gripping tightly, and his eyes were drinking in the sight of him.
"God, you're so fucking sexy," Megumi groaned.
Yuuji smiled, shyly, and experimentally rolled his hips. The feeling was exquisite, and he did it again, relishing the way it made his body sing.
He placed his hands on Megumi's chest, using it as leverage, and began to ride him, steadily picking up the pace. Sure, he could go faster, but where was the fun in that?
Megumi seemed to disagree.
"Faster, Yuuji, please," he begged, his hips twitching.
Yuuji smiled, teasingly.
"I thought you wanted me to ride you," he smirked. "So, I'm riding."
"You're fucking killing me," Megumi panted, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Oh, I don't think so," Yuuji grinned. "You're not dying yet."
He leaned forward, his face inches from Megumi's, and whispered, "Not until I say you can."
He punctuated his words by slamming his hips down, taking Megumi to the hilt, and grinding against him.
"Fuck, Yuuji, please," Megumi begged, his voice hoarse. "I need it, I need it, I- oh fuck!"
Yuuji picked up the pace, bouncing in Megumi's lap, and the bed was starting to shake. He really, really hoped the walls were thick.
Megumi was writhing beneath him, his hands grasping at the sheets, and his eyes glazed over. His chest was heaving, and his mouth was hanging open, and he looked like pure, sinful temptation.
"God, you're so hot," Yuuji moaned, his head falling back.
Megumi's hands found his thighs, and his fingers dug in, helping to lift him. Their rhythm was frantic, their bodies moving together, and Yuuji knew they wouldn't last much longer.
He was getting close, his cock leaking and throbbing, and he reached down to take it in his hand.
"No, wait, let me," Megumi gasped, knocking his hand away.
He grabbed his hips, lifting him, and thrust upwards, meeting him halfway. Yuuji's eyes flew open, and he let out a sharp cry, as Megumi's cock hit the perfect spot inside him. Simultaneously, Megumi's hand wrapped around his aching erection, and started pumping him in time with their thrusts.
Yuuji felt his entire body tighten, his orgasm rushing through him, and he came, his release coating Megumi's hand and stomach. A few seconds later, Megumi followed, his hips stuttering, and his face contorted in ecstasy.
Yuuji slumped forward, exhausted, and laid his head on Megumi's chest. They were both panting, their hearts pounding, and the room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex.
It was fucking glorious.
"Jesus fuck," Megumi muttered, once he'd regained the ability to speak. "You're a menace."
"Takes one to know one," Yuuji retorted, nuzzling his neck.
Megumi let out a huff of laughter, and ran his fingers through Yuuji's hair. It was a soft, sweet gesture, and it made Yuuji's heart flutter. Good luck, his traitorous heart whispered, as it melted in his chest.
Yuuji sighed, and decided to ignore it. For now, anyway.
-
As the last break of spring break drew to a close, Yuuji found himself growing more and more anxious. The days were going by too quickly, and it seemed like every time he turned around, he was a day closer to leaving.
He'd tried not to think about it, tried to focus on the present, but his mind kept drifting to the inevitable. And, it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend that he was okay with the thought of going back to campus and pretending that nothing had happened.
That his heart didn't hurt every time he thought about leaving.
"Tsumiki, I'm so fucked," he groaned, flopping down on her bed.
Megumi was out running errands with Gojo, so Tsumiki had invited him to hang out while she did some laundry. Which, apparently, meant gossiping about her brother.
"You guys are totally into each other," she grinned, tossing a pair of jeans into the hamper.
"Well, I, for one, am very into your brother," Yuuji admitted. "Like, extremely ."
"So, what's the problem?"
"The problem is," Yuuji sighed, "that he's made it pretty clear that he's not looking for anything serious. And, I get it, I do. This is kind of an unconventional situation."
"But, you want more," Tsumiki concluded.
"I- I think so," Yuuji nodded. "At first, it was just fun, y'know? But, now, I keep catching myself thinking about what it'd be like to, like, date him."
"Aw, that's so cute!"
"Is it, though?"
"I think so," Tsumiki insisted. "He's totally smitten with you, Yuuji. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be spending all his free time with you."
"I think there are some aspects of this arrangement that he finds, um, appealing," Yuuji pointed out.
Tsumiki didn't seem bothered by his implication.
"Sure," she shrugged. "But, he could get that from anyone. What makes you different is that you can keep up with him, and don't take his shit. I'm not saying he's not an idiot, but if he doesn't see how special you are, then he's a bigger idiot than I thought."
"That's- really sweet, Tsumiki, thank you," Yuuji said, sincerely.
"No problem," she replied. "Besides, if he fucks it up, I'll beat his ass for you."
"I- uh, thanks?"
"Don't worry, I've done it before," she smirked. "And, I've got plenty of dirt on him, so."
"I appreciate it, but I'd rather not resort to physical violence."
The Fushiguro siblings were an interesting pair.
"Well, I think you should talk to him," she said, seriously. "Just, like, be honest. He might surprise you."
"Maybe," Yuuji sighed. "I'll think about it."
"Good. Now, c'mon, help me sort this pile," she ordered, dumping a stack of clothes into his arms.
-
Yuuji wasn't sure how he found himself alone with Gojo, but there he was, awkwardly sitting on the couch. Megumi was in the shower, and Tsumiki had stepped out to go meet her friends, and he had been left with Gojo.
Which, in hindsight, was probably not the best idea.
"So, Yuuji," Gojo said, casually. "How serious are you about my daughter?"
"Um," Yuuji faltered.
Did Gojo want to have the talk with him? Oh, fuck, this was bad. He was definitely not prepared for this.
"I, um, I care about her a lot," he said, hesitantly. "And, we get along really well. She's- she's amazing, and I- yeah, I care a lot."
He had no idea what was happening.
"And, do you plan to stay together?"
"Well, I'd- hope so, yeah, I'd- like that," Yuuji stammered.
What the fuck was going on?
"I see," Gojo nodded. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you do anything fun for her birthday? She wouldn't tell me."
"Her- her birthday?" Yuuji blinked.
"Yes, her birthday, two weeks ago," Gojo prompted. "What did you guys do?"
"Oh, shit," Yuuji breathed, his mind racing. "Her birthday- right, uh- we went out for- dinner."
"Oh, good! Where did you go?"
"The, uh, the- um, the restaurant- that's, uh, Thai- I can't remember the name," Yuuji lied.
"Hm, that sounds nice," Gojo mused. "Did she like it?"
"Yeah, she- uh- she had a really- a good time," Yuuji mumbled.
"Wonderful. I'm glad to hear that," Gojo smiled.
He paused, his expression turning thoughtful, and Yuuji braced himself for whatever he was going to say next.
"Yuuji, Tsumiki's birthday isn't until November," he said, giving him an amused look.
"I, uh-"
"And, she doesn't like Thai food."
"Oh, oh my god."
Yuuji was panicking. He couldn't breathe, and his face was flushed red, and he was sweating, and oh god, Gojo knew, he knew, and now Yuuji was going to die.
"Oh, don't be like that," Gojo chuckled. "I knew you weren't really dating."
"You- you- how- what-?"
Yuuji was fairly sure that he wasn't making any sense, but he couldn't stop stammering.
"Please, I might be in my thirties, but my gaydar is still impeccable," Gojo winked. "I just wanted to see this whole thing play out."
"Wait, so- you made me sleep in Megumi's room- because- why?"
Gojo giggled. He fucking giggled.
"For the drama, of course. I saw the way you looked at each other when Tsumiki introduced you. I couldn't miss out on a show like that!"
Yuuji's mouth was hanging open. This man was insane. Which, considering Tsumiki's and Megumi's personalities, should've been a given.
"Plus, I hate to break this to you, but you two have been making quite the racket the last few nights," Gojo added, smirking.
Yuuji was going to die. Of shame, embarrassment, mortification- it didn't matter. He was dead.
"Relax, Yuuji," Gojo laughed. "I'm not mad. In fact, this whole stunt Tsumiki pulled made me realize that I might have been a little overprotective. If she thought she needed a fake boyfriend for me to trust her, I must've been suffocating her."
"Uh, no, she- she didn't mean it like that," Yuuji stammered.
"Oh, I know," Gojo waved him off. "I just want her to have the freedom to make her own choices, and mistakes, and learn from them. Plus, I can't believe that she actually pulled this off. That girl is devious."
"I, uh, yeah," Yuuji mumbled.
"Anyways, back to the topic," Gojo grinned. "How serious are you about my son?"
"Um."
Yuuji was not prepared for this.
"Are- are we- having this conversation-?"
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Yuuji," Gojo said, gently. "I just want you to be honest. Megumi might act tough, but he's sensitive. I know that he cares about you, but he's scared. He doesn't do well with emotions, and intimacy. I've always worried about him."
Okay, this conversation was getting more and more surreal. Yuuji took a deep breath, and steeled himself. He didn't think Gojo was joking, or trying to embarrass him, so he supposed he owed him the truth.
"I really care about him," he admitted, his voice soft. "I don't- I can't tell the future, or predict what's going to happen. But, I know that- being with him- it's- it's something I've never felt before. And, I don't- I don't wanna lose it."
He looked down at his hands, his fingers twisting together nervously. It was a lot to admit, and he felt vulnerable, exposing himself like this. But, the look on Gojo's face was understanding, and kind, and Yuuji realized that maybe he'd needed to say it as much as Gojo had needed to hear it.
"I think I might be falling in love with him," he whispered, the words hanging in the air between them.
It was the first time he'd admitted it, even to himself. He'd known, for a while, but had pushed the thought away, afraid of what it meant. But, now, he knew that he couldn't deny it, not anymore.
Gojo opened his mouth to say something, but then his eyes darted towards the doorway, and Yuuji felt his heart drop into his stomach.
He turned around, slowly, and saw Megumi standing there, frozen in place. His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Hi," Yuuji squeaked.
"You're in love with me?" Megumi blurted out.
Fuck.
-
After Gojo made a swift exit, leaving the two of them alone, Yuuji found himself wishing he could do the same. But, here he was, standing in the hallway, facing Megumi.
He didn't know what to say. How did you explain that, yes, you were falling in love with someone, but you didn't expect anything from them, and that you knew it was a bad idea, but your heart didn't give a fuck?
"I- I, um, I didn't- I don't-"
"Did you mean it?"
"What?"
"Did you mean it," Megumi repeated. "When you said- what you said."
"I- yeah, I- I did."
Megumi blinked, his face unreadable. Yuuji couldn't tell if he was angry, or upset, or relieved. The suspense was killing him.
"I, um, I get that- I know that- you don't feel the same way," he said, nervously. "I don't expect anything from you- I just, I didn't wanna lie to Gojo, y'know? He was asking, and-"
"You love me," Megumi interrupted.
"Um, yeah," Yuuji murmured. "Yeah, I do. Sorry."
Megumi stared at him, his expression shifting from blank to surprised, and then, finally, to something else. Something unreadable, and intense, and Yuuji wasn't sure what it was.
"Fuck," Megumi muttered.
Then, he closed the space between them, cupping his face in both hands, and pulling him into a kiss.
Yuuji froze, his brain short-circuiting. What was happening? Why was Megumi kissing him? He'd just admitted that he was falling in love with him, and Megumi- was he reciprocating?
"Mmph," he mumbled against Megumi's lips.
Megumi's hands were threading through his hair, tugging gently, and his lips were warm and soft. Yuuji was so confused, and surprised, and fucking overwhelmed.
"Wait, wait," he gasped, pulling back. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you," Megumi replied, like it was obvious.
"I got that, but- why?"
"Because," Megumi said, impatiently. "I'm falling in love with you, too."
Yuuji's brain malfunctioned.
"You're- you- what?"
"Idiot," Megumi huffed, fondly. "I'm crazy about you, and I don't know how to handle it, but I really don't wanna go back to school and pretend that none of this ever happened."
"Me neither," Yuuji breathed.
"So, let's not," Megumi said, his voice low and husky.
"Let's- not," Yuuji echoed.
"Good," Megumi murmured, his lips brushing against his.
Then, he was kissing him, and all Yuuji could do was kiss him back. He slid his hands up Megumi's arms, and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer. Megumi responded by grabbing his hips, and pressing their bodies together.
The feeling was intoxicating. He wanted to drown in it, to lose himself in the sensation of Megumi's lips, and the taste of his tongue, and the warmth of his body. He felt dizzy, and lightheaded, and he never, ever wanted it to end.
"Bedroom, now," Megumi commanded.
He grabbed his hand, dragging him down the hallway. Yuuji didn't bother arguing, didn't bother pointing out that they should probably talk about this. No, he was too distracted by the way Megumi's shirt was riding up, and the way his pants hugged his ass, and the way his hair was messy from Yuuji's hands running through it.
And, well, they could always talk later.
So, if they spent the next couple hours wrapped up in each other, their lips bruised, and their skin littered with marks, then, who was gonna blame them?
They were only human, after all.
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OMAKE
When Tsumiki came home, Yuuji and Megumi were cuddled up on the sofa, watching TV. They looked up as she entered the living room, and she stopped in her tracks.
Gojo was sitting in the armchair, sipping his tea, and trying his best not to laugh.
"Oh, um," she faltered.
"Welcome back," Gojo smiled. "You're just in time for the good part."
"The good part," she repeated, confused.
"Oh, yeah, this episode is amazing," Yuuji said, grinning.
"Definitely my favorite," Megumi added, pressing a kiss to Yuuji's temple.
Tsumiki's mouth dropped open, and her eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. Yuuji was blushing, his face lit up with joy, and Megumi was holding him, his arm wrapped around his waist.
Then, her gaze traveled back to the one person in the room who was not shocked or confused, despite the fact that he had every reason to be.
"Dad, what the fuck? "