Bad Case of Loving You

Chapter Nine

The next few weeks went by slowly. Life was somewhat lonely again without Sei to come home too. However, what happened was he was beginning to look forward to Akiha’s visits, which had become more frequent. Where as before he saw the photographer every few days, now it was every other day and sometimes every day. Depending on when Akiha showed up, they would have tea or go to lunch. The hyperactive nature of the photographer didn’t seem to be bothering him half so much anymore. But then he noticed it was becoming more toned down. And they actually got on much better than he would have guessed.

Akiha liked to regale him with his college stories and other adventures when they went to lunch. Umeda even found himself giving up a few small stories too. It didn’t feel as weird to sit across from the photographer and be friends as he thought. He wondered what kind of friends they could have been like long before this if only he’d given the blond a chance. He didn’t bother to dwell on it to much. Akiha always seemed to be smiling now. Not those fake, stupid smiles but actual happy smiles.

Umeda also began to admit freely in his mind that he really did find the photographer attractive. As soon as he did his mind had begun to fantasize all kinds of sexual things about Akiha. That had surprised him a little a first. In the morning when he woke up it was Akiha he thought of while he fisted his cock. He wanted to know what those hands and mouth felt like on the rest of his body. Sometimes it was a difficult to sit across from the man and not let those dirty thoughts run rampant through his mind. He had a feeling Akiha could sense it or see it in his eyes when this happened. Yet, nothing else ever happened between them. The photographer did not try to steal any more kisses. Umeda made no moves in attempting to carry out any of his less reputable thoughts. They stayed comfortably neutral with one another. And while that was nice, Umeda was beginning to crave something more.

However, none of that subject was anywhere near the top of his thoughts that day. It was two days before Ryoichi’s wedding. He and Akiha were sitting outside on a bench on the Osaka high school grounds. The doctor was smoking while the photographer munched on a box of pocky. An empty bento box sat beside them that Akiha had made. Umeda couldn’t even remember the last time he’d shared a bento box with anyone. Now it was quiet between them, but not awkward. It was just nice to have someone to sit with.

Finally, Umeda broke the silence. “Akiha, were you serious about going to the wedding with me?”

“Of course,” the photographer replied, abandoning his pocky for the moment.

“I want you to come with me,” the doctor said quietly.

Akiha looked over at him in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to be there by myself,” Umeda admitted with some difficulty. He wasn’t relishing even showing up there. He didn’t think if he went alone he’d be able to get out what he needed to say. “I’m not planning on staying to whole time. I just have something I have to say to Ryoichi.”

“I understand. And yes, I’ll be there for you. In fact, I will pick you up,” Akiha replied, firmly.

Umeda frowned. “You don’t have to.”

“I don’t think you’ll be in the mood to drive on the way back home,” the photographer remarked.

Akiha had a point. Damn. “Alright.” He had no urge to argue the point any further.

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Umeda stood with his hand on the door knob of the Ryoichi’s changing room. How he got there all seemed somewhat of a blur and unimportant. All that mattered was he was standing here now with this door between him and the man he needed to let go of. But he seemed stuck here. Unable to move past this damned door. He knew what he was about to do was a major defining step in the rest of his life. And that almost sounded corny, except that it was the truth. The last several years he’d hung his entire life on waiting and not changing for Ryoichi. He’d gotten nothing out of it. Nothing but disappoint, sorrow, and heart break. He didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

“Umeda-sempai?” Akiha’s voice woke him up from his wondering thoughts. “You gotta go in there.”

The doctor took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Come in with me?” He hated how his voice trembled a little at the end. He hated how damn vulnerable and anxious he felt. But he didn’t have to do this alone. He had Akiha.

“Of course,” the photographer answered like Umeda knew he would.

Umeda knocked on the door and waited for the welcoming yell to come in. He pushed the door open then walked in. He stopped up short as Ryoichi turned around with his hands still on his tie. God, Ryoichi looked so good in that tux. It looked so right on him. For a moment, he forgot everything he had been going to say.

“Hokuto!” the fortune teller smiled. “I didn’t think you’d show up.”

The doctor managed to make himself walk forward. “I can’t stay.”

Ryoichi’s eyes flickered with disappointment. “I understand. I’m just glad to see you.”

“Look, Ryoichi, I only came because I have something I need to say,” Umeda said.

Somehow having Akiha at his back made him just strong enough to be able to do this. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He needed to do this to be able to move on with his life. He hung on to Ryoichi for to long. It was time for him to let go.

“I love you,” he stated as firmly as he could for the first time. “I probably always will. And I wish things between us could have been different. But I’m not gonna hang on anymore. I wish you the best.”

He was surprised when Ryoichi suddenly closed the distance between them and pulled him into a hug. He let himself relax into the fortune teller’s arms and hugged back fiercely. He took one last breath of Ryoichi’s warm, intoxicating scent. It would be the last time they held each other this way.

Ryoichi’s arms tightened briefly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Umeda sighed softly as his fingers clutched onto the fortune teller’s tux. “No more apologizing. I just want you to be happy.”

“I wish you could stay,” Ryoichi admitted.

“I can’t,” Umeda pulled back so he could look into his best friend’s eyes. He leaned forward to capture the fortune teller’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was sorrowful and so very final feeling. He broke it before the feelings could overwhelm him. “Good bye,” he said, because it really was for his heart. It was the lock being turned on the door marked ‘Ryoichi.’ He could now let go.

They both dropped their arms and stepped away slowly. The reluctance to let go pulled at them, but it was time for change. It was long over due. Ryoichi was the first to turn away. He ran shaky fingers through his hair and straightened his tux. He paused at the door before opening it and walking out. He didn’t look back as the door swung shut behind him. It might as well have slammed shut for the meaning it held to Umeda.

With the fortune teller gone, Umeda finally allowed his emotions to take over. He couldn’t hold them back anymore. His whole body began to tremble as grief washed over him. He flinched when Akiha’s hand gripped his shoulder from behind. He’d forgotten the photographer was there for a moment. He dropped his head, letting his bangs cover his eyes. The doctor didn’t want Akiha to see him like this. The need to get away was overwhelming. When he started to try to leave the photographer held him fast.

“Let go,” he choked out, voice thick with emotion.

“No,” Akiha answered firmly.

Umeda snapped, but with no real bite. “I need to be alone!” He didn’t want to look weak in front of the younger man. He didn’t think he could stand it.

“Let me be here for you,” Akiha turned him around gently.

The doctor shook his head as he struggled to hold back his tears. He felt his throat tightening and his stomach clench. Sorrow and heart break was beginning to crush down on him. He was moments away from losing his control. He refused to give into it. No here. Not with Akiha.

“Dammit, stop being stubborn,” Akiha barked at the doctor angrily.

Umeda looked up in shock before he could stop himself. It was one of the few times Akiha had gotten mad at him.

“Screw your pride,” Akiha scowled. “Cry already!”

That was all it took. It was like the photographer had broken Umeda wide open. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The tears started to fall fast and hot. In moments, it overwhelmed him. He found himself caught up in Akiha’s arms, but he didn’t care. His arms seemed to move on their own. They were around the photographer a second later and holding on for dear life. His face was buried against Akiha’s shoulder as he sobbed hard enough to make himself choke. It was months of tears held back that should have been shed a long time ago. He’d just been to damn stubborn. Now it was like the flood gates had been overwhelmed and finally ruptured. He felt like he cried forever.

Slowly, the tears began to subside and then stop. Umeda stood still for a few minutes after his tears ended. He simply remained wrapped up in Akiha’s embrace. He was, to his surprise, reluctant to break away. It felt good to be held just for the sake of comfort. It was warm and caring. Entirely different from everything he was used to. He was slightly shocked by the strength he could feel in the other man. Why had he never noticed that?

“Umeda-sempai?” Akiha’s voice startled him out of his thoughts.

He sighed heavily. “Don’t say anything. Just...could you take me home?”

“Of course,” the photographer replied gently.

H.A.N.A. K.I.M.I.

It was almost like a re-run of when Akiha brought Umeda home last time. Only there was one very important difference. Umeda wasn’t drunk this time. Yet the car ride was the same, the trip up to his apartment was the same, and now here they stood again outside of his door. Yet, not the doctor had no idea what to say to Akiha. He had so many things he needed to say, but no where to start. So he was a little shocked when the photographer broke the stall mate between them by pulling him into a hug.

“I’m sorry about Ryoichi,” Akiha said gently.

“You do a lot of apologizing for other people,” Umeda remarked.

“I don’t like to see you hurting,” the photographer replied.

The doctor sighed softly. “I’m alright, Akiha.”

“Are you sure?”

“No, not really. But I don’t want to think about it.”

They stood together silently for a moment.

“Thank you,” Umeda suddenly whispered.

Akiha didn’t ask what for. The answer would have only been ‘everything’ anyways. So he merely said. “You’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been an ass to you all these years,” the doctor found himself saying.

“It’s alright. Even when you were cruel I still loved you,” the photographer remarked.

Umeda chuckled a little. No one else was so carefree with such serious words. But he knew Akiha meant them. He had learned that over the last few weeks. As he’d learned more about Akiha, he’d found the man to be a reflection in many ways of himself. Maybe that was what had irritated him so much for so long. He didn’t like looking into the face of someone who was behaving the same as him in love. Yet, the photographer was somehow stronger than him in some ways he wished he could be. Akiha had the guts to speak up and confess, where as Umeda never had. The doctor realized now that he had refused to let go of his high school mentality towards the photographer. He kept the same perception of Akiha being the annoying, loud boy he had been as when they first met. Umeda had learned that on the outside maybe Akiha still acted that way, but beneath was an entirely different person. One he’d come to respect and like very much. He had begun to understand that he was the one who had never changed. Because of Ryoichi. He was really the immature one in some ways. What a shock that was to figure out. He had a few other things he wanted to find out, but those would take some hands on application. And now was as good a time as any to find them out.

“Akiha?”

“Yes, sempai?”

Umeda paused. “Would you kiss me?”

The photographer pulled back a little and stared down at Umeda like he’d gone nuts. The last few kisses they’d shared Akiha had stolen. He never thought in his waking hours that Umeda would ever ask to be kissed. For a moment, he could do nothing as excitement and happiness washed over him. He felt like a high schooler about to get his first kiss all over again. “Yes, I can,” he heard himself saying, and he was before he realized it.

Kissing Akiha was not like kissing any of the other guys Umeda had ever locked lips with. Even Ryoichi’s fast, ferocious kisses did not leave the same impression. It took him a while to realize just what exactly was different. Akiha kissed with the entire essence of all his emotions. Everything he felt was transferred through his kiss. And as weird or cliqued as it might sound, it was the first time Umeda felt real love in a kiss. It was stunning and heart melting. It was a thousand different feelings he had no words for. All he knew was that when Akiha kissed him, he wanted to let go everything and believe in the love being offered to him. It was so damn sentimental that it was hard for him to accept.

He pulled back from Akiha’s lips, feeling the photographer’s breath wash warmly over his face. When had everything changed? When had he started seeing Akiha in this way? After having a twice shattered heart in the course of only a few months, it seemed impossible. He was unwilling to believe things could change so quickly. Yet here he was inches from the photographer’s face with his mouth still tingling from a kiss like no other.

“Good night, Umeda,” Akiha said with a soft smile.

The doctor stared at him in amazement. The man just kissed him like that and he was gonna leave now? He twisted his hand on the door knob. The door sprang open. Before Akiha registered what was happening, Umeda grabbed him by his coat labels and yanked him inside. He slammed the door shut behind them with his foot. He backed the taller man into the wall, crowding into him so that Akiha had no means to escape without going through Umeda. He saw the photographer’s eyes flick towards the door then down at the doctor in complete shock. Umeda didn’t wait for him to process it all. He reached up, drew Akiha’s face down to his and kissed him roughly. His fingers slid up to pull out the tie that kept the photographer’s hair back. Akiha gasped then moaned as nimble fingers scraped over his scalp and brushed through his long hair. Akiha drew back sharply, unintentionally banging his head off the wall. He hissed softly as pain shot through his head. Umeda couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Umeda, what are you doing?” the photographer asked, as he clutched at the back of his head.

The doctor arched an eyebrow up. “Inviting you in.”

“I really don’t–,” Akiha started to protest.

“You’re already in,” Umeda pointed out. “Do you really think I was gonna let you leave after you kissed me like that? You wanted to come in.”

The photographer swallowed hard at the knowing, lusty look in the doctor’s eyes. “I did, but...”

“But what?” Umeda stared at him darkly.

“I don’t wanna be a rebound,” Akiha blurted out.

The doctor froze for a second. He let his hands fall away from the other man before stepping back. He felt like Akiha might as well have shouted it for the effect it’d had on him. He felt like someone had dumped ice over him.

“That came out wrong,” the photographer sighed.

Umeda shook his head. “No, I think I get it. Never mind.” He turned away and began to make his way into the living room.

“Wait,” Akiha protested. He reached out and grabbed the other man’s wrist. “Wait!”

The doctor glanced back.

“Hear me out please,” the photographer begged.

“Fine,” Umeda snapped.

Akiha looked at him sadly. “I love you. I mean that in all seriousness. I would love to be with you like this. But you just had your heart broken again. Last time, you picked Sei. You needed him. I understood that. But I won’t be another Sei. I can’t just be a toy to you. I want to be with you when you truly want me, not just a quick fix.”

The doctor gazed at him silently for a long moment. “I’m not looking for a quick fix. Look, I realized back there at the wedding...you’ve always been there for me. Even when I didn’t want you and I was cruel to you. You keep coming back. And I get it now. I understand you’re serious.” He paused as awkwardness began to clog his brain. “All I’ve ever wanted was someone who I could rely on. Someone who wants me for me. More and more that person seems like you! And lately, I can’t seem to get you off my damn mind. It’s aggravating!”

The photographer’s eyes seemed to have grown twice their size. “So what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying I finally realized you’re the guy who will always be there. So maybe you’re worth keeping around,” Umeda replied, trying to ignore his embarrassment.

Akiha felt a slow smile beginning to grow across his face. It wasn’t a love confession. It was close enough. It was a chance. A spark of hope that he could grasp on to and hold.

“I want you to make love to me,” Umeda said bluntly.

“What?” the photographer blinked hard. He was being blind sided by to much happiness at once.

The doctor flushed. “Not for a quick fix, but because I think it will help me to decide. No one else makes me feel the same way you do with just a kiss. I need to find out if this is just lust or something more.”

“And if you decide it was just lust?” Akiha inquired, swallowing hard.

Umeda sighed. “Then you got a night with me you always wanted. And we just weren’t meant to be anything other than this.”

“I can’t risk that,” the photographer shook his head.

The doctor stepped up to the other man. He grabbed the back of Akiha’s head and dragged him down for another kiss. This one was long, slow and deep. There were a thousand promises and unknown possibilities in it. It sent shivers down Akiha’s spin. They pulled apart reluctantly.

“Take a fucking chance, Akiha. You may never get it again,” Umeda challenged him.

The photographer stared down at the man he loved. “Alright, but I want to do this my way. I wanna make love to you properly.”

“Ok,” Umeda agreed with out a fuss much to the other man’s astonishment.

Akiha leaned down to kiss him gently before taking his hand. The photographer led the older man into his bedroom. It was amusing and a little odd to Umeda to be led into his own room. No one had ever done that before. But then sex had always been fierce, fast, and all about the pleasure. He already had the feeling that this experience would be entirely different from anything he was used to. He promised himself he would play by Akiha’s rules. After all, he had talked the man into putting aside his noble intentions and morals.

The photographer stopped Umeda a few steps from the bed. He helped Umeda out of his suit jacket before his long fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. As he divested the doctor of his clothes, Akiha dropped kisses along Umeda’s jaw. His fingers and mouth moved downward steadily leaving trails of pleasure in their wake. Umeda moaned softly as Akiha bit lightly and sucked on his collar bone. The doctor reached up to unbutton the photographer’s shirt with hasty fingers. He needed to feel bare skin. He needed more than teasing. He gasped as Akiha’s fingers racked down his now naked chest. A thousand tingles skated up his spin and settled heavy in his cock. Akiha’s mouth closed over his right nipple, sweeping across it with the flat of tongue. Umeda whimpered.

God, these simple touches were turning the doctor on faster than he would have thought. Maybe it was the heat of Akiha’s mouth over his skin. Or the smooth, light feel of those long, elegant fingers. Either way, Umeda was incredibly hard and his attention was focused only on what the photographer did next. He had completely forgotten about trying to get Akiha’s clothes off.

Akiha’s hands continued their task of stripping the doctor naked. The mere idea that he would soon be seeing Umeda in his entire unclothed glory was almost to much for the photographer. He’d fantasized about this moment for years. He’d longed for it and waited patiently for it. Now, he would finally see it all. His fingers began to work quickly to undo Umeda’s belt. The desire to see the doctor naked called to him like a siren’s song. He soon had the pants unbuttoned and unzipped. He hooked his fingers into the waist line and dragged them down, boxers and all. Carefully, he maneuvered Umeda the rest of the way out of them. He swiftly steered the doctor to the bed and gently pushed him down.

Umeda flopped back onto his bed and propped himself up on his elbows. He watched as Akiha went still and just stared down at him. Somehow, it wasn’t uncomfortable to be gazed at like that. The look of lust and appreciation in Akiha’s eyes was only another surprising turn on. The doctor had a feeling that if the photographer had a camera in his hands right now he would have just shot an entire roll of film.

“You’re beautiful, Umeda,” Akiha breathed.

The doctor really was. He looked almost ethereal, spread out nude on the bed with the moonlight pouring in through the curtains, lighting up his skin. Akiha’s eyes roamed every inch of his love’s body once more. Then he quickly divested himself of his own clothing. He saw desire flare in Umeda’s eyes as he crawled onto the bed. He straddled Umeda’s waist, making them groan as their erections rubbed together. The friction was exquisite, but not nearly enough. Akiha kissed the doctor, passion and desire pouring out of him in waves. His hands skimmed down Umeda’s chest as he broke away. He kissed a path down the doctor’s chest and stomach. His hand closed over the doctor’s erection as his mouth reached Umeda’s navel.

Umeda whimpered desperately and couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into the fist that held him. Fuck, he couldn’t take much more teasing. He was nearly ready to beg for anything. This pleasurable torture was nearly driving him mad. He twisted and moaned as Akiha’s hand stroked over him in long, smooth strokes. Akiha smiled at the needy sounds escaping past the doctor’s lips. He pulled back far enough to get his first close up look of Umeda’s cock. It was perfect. Not to large or small, smooth, and velvety in his hand. Pre-cum was already glistened in the slit.

The need to taste the doctor was overwhelming. Before he realized it his mouth as on Umeda and his tongue swiping up the first drops of pre-cum. Above him, Umeda moaned roughly as his hips rolled upwards. Akiha’s mouth closed over the doctor’s cock and began to pleasure him in earnest. The taste, feel, smell, and sound of Umeda all around him seemed to drown out everything else. He moaned as the doctor’s hand buried themselves in his hair and scraped over his scalp.

Akiha pulled back long enough to suck his fingers until they were wet. He glanced up to see Umeda watching him with slightly glazed eyes. He smiled before swallowing Umeda’s cock once more. He was amazed to feel the doctor spread his legs wider as his fingers whispered over Umeda’s tight opening. He swirled his tongue over the head of Umeda’s cock and sucked hard, as he pushed one finger deep inside the doctor. He moaned as Umeda’s body gave way to him willingly. A second finger joined the first. The tight heat had Akiha fighting to not come as he imagined it around his cock. Never had he had a lover so willingly open himself to him. It was a silent invitation to take everything that was offered.

“Akiha,” the doctor spoke for the first time since the hallway.

The photographer didn’t need him to say anything else. Neither one of them could wait a moment longer. Passion and arousal was flooding through Akiha. He needed to be inside Umeda. He let the doctor’s cock slip from his lips as he sat back. He gasped in surprise as Umeda’s hand closed around his throbbing cock. The slick, wet feel of lube spreading down his length was a momentary shock. The doctor stroked him a few times, making sure he was properly coated, before pulling away.

Akiha leaned over Umeda, positioning his cock at the doctor’s entrance. This was the moment for both of them that decided everything. At the first touch of Akiha’s blunt head against him, Umeda’s eyes fluttered shut. Never had he wanted to be filled so badly as in that moment. Umeda started a little when Akiha’s hands suddenly framed his face. His eyes snapped open to stare up into the photographer’s eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Akiha entreated desperately. “I want you to see only me. So you can’t pretend it’s anyone else. Not even for a moment...”

He thrust into Umeda in one strong, smooth stroke. The doctor gasped sharp and breathy as Akiha buried himself completely within him. His body bowed up into the photographer’s of its own accord. Akiha watched Umeda’s eyelids flutter, but his eyes stayed open and locked on the photographer’s. Akiha prayed this wasn’t another dream. This was to much like heaven. Umeda looked so fucking beautiful. It was almost surreal.

He blinked in surprise as Umeda reached up to pull him down into a deep kiss as his hips flexed down. The both gasped at the delicious friction that created. Akiha moaned as the doctor sucked on his bottom lip. The photographer slowly pulled out and thrust back in deeper. The tight feel of Umeda’s body around him nearly stole his breath from his body. He almost came when the doctor made the most sexy, breathy whimper of need he’d ever heard. Everything about Umeda was overwhelmingly intoxicating. Umeda was drawing him in and holding him tight with his entire body–inside and out. It was incredible.

Umeda ripped his mouth away from Akiha’s. “Move! God, move! I need–,” he moaned sharply when the photographer pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in. His head fell back as lightning bolts of pleasure shot up his spin. “Ah...yes...like that!”

Akiha moved slow, but deep, intent on making this feeling last as long as possible. Umeda arched and moved with him like it was a dance. He didn’t beg or growl after that for Akiha to go faster, which surprised the photographer a little. He was as attentive to Akiha as the photographer was to him. Umeda’s hands never seemed to stop moving. Where ever the doctor’s hands traveled feather light tingles followed in places that made Akiha moan. Most amazing of all was that Umeda kept his eyes trained on the photographer’s face. The doctor’s eyes were so intense–filled with smokey passion and a softness Akiha had never seen.

Oh God, it was so hot. Umeda was better than any fantasy Akiha had ever created in his mind. The photographer hooked his arms around the doctor’s legs and pressed them closer to his chest. His next thrust in had Umeda throwing his head back with a broken whine of pleasure. Akiha felt pleasure skitter down his spin at the look on the doctor’s face. Tears built up slowly in the corners of Umeda’s eyes until they dripped free and skated down his cheeks. The photographer couldn’t help leaning forward to catch a few of the salty tears on his tongue. He began to thrust a little faster. He made sure to hit Umeda’s sweet spot on every other thrust.

Their dance of pleasure began to take on a more desperate, needy edge as they grew ever closer to their climax. Akiha began to pant with the effort to not speed up any further. His thighs trembled with near overwhelming urge to pound into the doctor. Akiha could almost feel the orgasm coiling inside Umeda as the doctor began to quake beneath him. The little sounds Umeda made were taking on a pleading note. Akiha increased his pace again, pulling nearly all the way out only to thrust back in harder every time now. The doctor threw his head back as his back arched up off the mattress. His nails were clawing groves into Akiha’s arms, but the photographer didn’t care. Umeda was so fucking close. It was right there. Almost...almost...

Umeda’s orgasm felt like it was ripped out of him. He cried out as pleasure overwhelmed his senses and everything else seemed to fade around him. Akiha watched the doctor come undone beneath him, trying desperately to stave off his own orgasm. He wanted to watch every second of Umeda’s release. In those brief moments, the doctor looked so wild and passionate that Akiha couldn’t hold off his own release any longer. The photographer followed Umeda into blissful pleasure with an answering cry of his own. The two gripped each other tight as their bodies sang to the gratification rocketing through them.

Eventually, the pleasure began to subside. Umeda collapsed against the mattress as Akiha slipped his spent cock free of the doctor. Umeda stared up at the photographer, who was still propped up on his elbows above him. No one had ever made love to the doctor. No one had ever made him feel that much passion and feeling from the simple act of sex. He’d felt cherished and wanted. He’d known in those moments that he made the right chose in Akiha. It was somehow frightening also to know that the photographer loved him that intensely. Could he ever return it?

He started a little when Akiha leaned down to kiss him softly. It chased away the fears for the moment. He would figure it all out in the morning . For now, he just wanted to enjoy what was being so freely offered to him. He didn’t want to over think anything. He certainly didn’t want to scare himself away from doing what was right for both of them. So he returned the photographer’s kiss with gentle fervor. He thanked the man without words for the wonderful experience he had received.

Akiha rolled to the side onto his back. He reached over and firmly tugged the doctor against him. Umeda resisted for about half a second before giving in. What the hell, why not? He thought as shifted into a comfortable position in the other man’s arms. Neither said a word as they laid there together quietly. Soon tiredness began to creep over the doctor. Before he realized it he was fast asleep.

Akiha smiled down at Umeda. The contented look on the doctor’s face was beautiful. He tightened his arms around Umeda for a moment, just enjoying the feel of his love’s body in his arms at last. God, he had waited for this for years. It hadn’t been sex or kissing or any of that he had fantasied so much about but this; lying with Umeda in his arms. He’d certainly had his fair share of dirty dreams and x-rated thoughts about the doctor. It was this that he’d longed for most all. Because somehow this meant it was all real. It meant permanence. And now he finally had that with Umeda. It was better than any present he’d ever received.

He’d only seen the doctor asleep once before this. That one fleeting glance of seeing Umeda so relaxed and at peace had stayed with him. It was something he hoped to see because Umeda was happy being with him. Now he had it. He just wanted to stay awake and watch the doctor’s contented face all night. He gathered the doctor closer to him so he could bury his face in Umeda’s neck. The combined scents of sex, sweat, and Umeda’s own scent was soothing and arousing.

He sighed happily. Thank you, God, he thought with a smile as he let himself drift off to sleep.

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