Ikuta Toma smiled fondly at the scene which greeted him.
Yamahita Tomohisa was asleep, naked underneath the soft, comfortable blanket Toma uses to cover their bed. He nudged his lover awake.
“Hey sleepy-head.” He whispered softly, careful not to surprise the sleeping man. Yamapi opened his eyes, yawned, and then snuggled back inside the warm comforter.
“Five more minutes?” an almost childish voice said from under the covers.
Toma leaned down at the bundled figure and dropped a soft kiss on its temple. “Missed me?”
Yamapi nodded, "It's boring without you."
And so they found themselves naked in bed.
“This is all your fault.” Toma accused the person beside.
Yamapi shifted then whimpered as mind-boggling pain hit his entire body. “Ow!”
Toma peeked under the white sheets again before he closed his eyes, “Please tell me this is a dream. Please.”
“Toma why does it hurt?!” His best friend demanded, “This is all your fault!"
“O..Oi! It is not! I was drunk!”
“So was I!”
Toma slapped Yamapi’s arm, “Well I told you to cut your hair!”
Pi snorted, “Like your hair is any better!”
Your breath hitches as he inches closer and like a virgin; you start to lick your suddenly dry lips and pretend that you know what you are doing when you really don’t. Girls are already hard enough as it is, boys, you realize now, are even harder. You blush when he carefully removes your robe and you watch as it pools in your feet. You suddenly feel cold and very much naked but his eyes never left yours, he touches your naked torso and you close your eyes not because you are terrified but because you don’t want him to see how nervous you are.
Don’t be nervous, he tells you, his breath warm on your neck, I’ll be careful. You feel your face turn 12 different shades of red at the connotation of his words and at the back of your mind; you have an image of yourself looking like a swollen ripe tomato. You shake your head no and deny the too obvious fact. I’m not nervous.
He gives you the smile you love so much, the one which makes your heart beat fast and your breath shallow and you feel 18 all over again, in front of your first girlfriend, your first lover. But the person in front of you now is no girl; it’s a different kind of first this time, a really different kind of first time.
He leaned close and pressed a kiss on Toma's temple.
His best friend raised an eyebrow, "What was that for?"
Yamapi smiled, "Nothing, you're just special."