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Super Lovers: Closer Than Ever	By : djserani Category: -Misc Anime > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aki sighed as he dropped his head forward, letting the water work on the muscles in his neck and shoulders. The day at the café had been brutal, with more customers than they’d seen yet. He wasn’t sure what kept bringing new waves of people in, but he could guess.
Probably had something to do with his brother’s former job as a host.
Truthfully, however, he’d have thought that would have died down by then. Those that knew Haru had been a host had already shown up. Then again, he’d also been hearing whispers that some of the customers were showing up to see him and Shima. And still others said they wanted to watch the interactions and affection between Haru and Ren, but even he could understand how women and girls would like to watch that.
He shook his head at himself and straightened, then focused on getting clean. Hair was first, then a thorough scrub to the rest of him, making sure he didn’t still smell like the café. He didn’t mind the smell of coffee or cooking, but too many people, with their cologne and perfume, on top of the coffee and food was too much, even for him. So, he made sure to get rid of the smell as much as he could.
Once he felt like he wasn’t going to stink up the train, he stepped out then wiped down the mirror. He frowned at the bit of dark scruff on his face. He couldn’t grow much, and when something did come in, it looked horrible, so he got rid of it pretty quickly. He was so focused on the shaving, brushing his teeth, and messing with his hair that he lost track of how long he’d been in there. It wasn’t until a knock came to the door that he realized he’d been taking a while.
“Aki? Are you going to be in there all night?” Ren called through the door.
“Shit.” Aki glared at the door, annoyed at himself. It wasn’t like he needed to do all that just to go out with Shima. He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door. “Sorry,” he said, his voice a little too curt.
Ren didn’t say anything, just watched him as he passed.
Aki ignored it and hurried to his room. The realization that he should apologize for his attitude only made him more irritated with himself. He shook it off, pulling out the jeans, shirt, and shoes he’d planned to wear. He checked his hair again, making a face at how messy it still was. Sure, it was usually messy, but it didn’t need to be that bad. He ran the comb through it again, made sure, once more, that he didn’t stink and used a bit of his cologne. Finally, a few minutes later, checked that he had his wallet and phone, then was going down the steps.
Ren caught him about half way down, staring at him. “Are you going on a date?”
Aki blinked at him. “No, why?”
The answer Ren gave only made Aki’s irritation worse. “Then why did you worry about how you smell if you’re not going on a date?”
Ren’s sensitivity to smell did not make Aki happy right then, so he had no idea how to answer that. Especially when he just realized how much he’d put into getting ready for the evening.
Like the fact that normally, when he and Shima went out to the movies or something of the like, he wore the same jeans he wore all the time. He also only put on whatever T-shirt he happened to dig out of the clean laundry basket in his room. His best button-down shirt and nicest jeans, like he had on then, were most definitely not typical. And he always wore his sneakers. Not the dress shoes he was carrying to put on in the genkan.
And he certainly didn’t bother combing his hair so carefully.
Or wear cologne.
“Aki?”
Aki pushed the questions off for when he wasn’t facing his little brother. “Uh. I worked a lot today. Needed a shower after that.” That was complete bullshit. It was barely even warm at that time of year, but not hot. Even busy, there’d been no reason for him to work up a sweat just delivering cups of coffee, sandwiches, and pastries to customers, even as many as there’d been. He hadn’t needed to worry so much about the café smells, either, despite what he told himself earlier.
There was no doubt Ren saw through that, but as was typical for him, he didn’t reply to it and just continued up to the second floor.
“Oh, hey, Ren?”
Ren turned around. “Yeah?”
“Sorry for that earlier. I didn’t need to be so short.” Ren raised his eyebrows, clearly not expecting the apology so Aki, never one to miss an opportunity, added, “You’re short enough.”
Ren turned back around and kept going upstairs. Aki thought he heard “asshole” from Ren but he wasn’t sure, so he just chuckled and took the last few steps down.
Shima waited on the couch and stood as Aki got to the first floor. He looked Aki up and down once and if Aki didn’t know his twin brother so damned well, he’d have missed the infinitesimal eyebrow raise Shima gave. Aki didn’t know what to do with that, so he pushed the thought aside. He couldn’t quite resist the once-over he gave Shima, though, either. Shima always dressed nicely, but like Aki, he usually only wore his typical pants and T-shirt with another shirt hanging open over it, nothing fancy. His pants always hugged his ass well, even though he didn’t try for that, though Aki was surprised by the pair Shima had chosen. Because his pants were one of the nicer pairs Shima owned. The deep green button-down wasn’t one that Shima wore often. The open neck and fabric that clung just enough made Aki forcibly remind himself they were brothers and to ignore the thoughts going through his mind right then. And that Shima wouldn’t return the appreciation.
But his brother—Aki gulped mentally—was looking hot.
So much for ignoring it.
“Ready?” Shima asked, bringing Aki’s gaze back to Shima’s face.
Aki nodded, doing his best to keep from blushing at being caught eyeing Shima. Normally, he’d scowl to cover it up, but he couldn’t seem to summon one right then. “Yeah.”
He was in for one more surprise, though. When they sat on the step of the genkan to put their shoes on, Shima wasn’t wearing his typical brown shoes. No, he was currently working on tying a pair of his dress shoes.
Which confused the hell out of Aki. Why had Shima dressed so nicely?
Why had he?
Aki was seriously starting to get irritated by the confusion. Then, making it worse, as they left the house, Shima held the gate for him. He blinked at his brother, but told himself Shima was just being nice—he held the gate sometimes, right?—and stepped through, then waited for Shima to close it.
They turned together and walked without speaking toward the train station. Aki was grateful for the quiet—and that Shima never seemed to feel the need to talk a whole lot—because he needed to put his weird emotions away so he could just enjoy the meal and movie. Sure, he was usually pretty damned emotional, though that mostly involved scowls or shouting. But the confusion and irritation were very not welcome in that moment.
Frustrated, he took a deep breath, then another and consciously put the weird shit away. He wasn’t going to figure anything out then and the last thing he wanted to do was screw up the evening. They’d both been looking forward to the movie for the better part of a year and he didn’t need all this crap.
Even with the breaths and clearing his mind, for the first time in… he didn’t know how long… he couldn’t think of a single thing to talk about with his twin. They usually had something to say: school or Ren and Haru or the café or something. But he was blank. Falling back on the fact that they did quite well not talking, he just focused on walking.
The train station was fuller than he’d expected. It wasn’t until he remembered it was Saturday, prime travel time for the day, and they were going on the same train line that goes to Shibuya—one of the more popular shopping places, especially for teenagers—that it sank in why. He just hoped to hell he wasn’t going to spend another nightmare train trip smashed up against Shima.
The trip they’d taken two days before had been bad enough. He’d never in his life expected he’d know what it was like to have Shima’s hard cock nestled between his ass cheeks. It was through clothes, but that didn’t seem to make a damned bit of difference to his own body. He’d spent ninety-five percent of that trip with a hard cock himself.
Though apparently so had Shima. Aki had been trying to figure that out for those two days. all Aki could come up with to explain it was that it was very likely pure physical stimulation. Anyone who had his dick rubbed that much was going to get hard. Aki had no excuse, though. No one had been against his cock. He’d just been against Shima’s and hadn’t been able to resist imagining all sorts of things at the time. It’d been a miracle he’d gotten off the train without a big wet spot on the front of his jeans.
He had, in fact, spent the majority of his free time the two days since then jacking off because of it.
Shaking the thought off, he leaned against the pillar on the platform and dragged a grin onto his face. “So. What do you want to get for food?”
Shima turned to him from watching for the train. “I already have a place in mind. It’s not far from the theater.”
Aki raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Yes.” Shima nodded, but said no more.
Okay, that was… unusual. Shima rarely held anything like that back. There wasn’t often a reason for it. Sure, he didn’t always talk to Aki if it was someone else’s secrets, but there were extremely few of those that Aki didn’t already know. But something like where they’d be eating… it made no sense why Shima wouldn’t say. Aki frowned, but before he could speak again, the train started pulling into the station. Rather than decrypt Shima’s comment—or, rather, lack thereof—he watched the windows of the train and prayed silently that it would be empty.
But as it slowed and eventually stopped, Aki had to suppress a sigh.
Because of course the train wasn’t empty.
It didn’t look quite as bad as it had been on Thursday and there was some relief in that. But they were definitely not going to be able to have seats with plenty of room on either side, either. In fact, it looked like they’d still be standing.
Once those getting off the train had cleared and those waiting in front of him and Shima had gotten on, Aki finally boarded the train. He frowned as he looked around, noting that it was a bit worse than he’d expected. The seats were all full and most of the overhead handles were taken up. There was, at least, a little bit of room, so it wasn’t quite as bad as Thursday. It was still more than a little crowded, though.
Aki sighed quietly as he got into place. He turned and faced Shima, who leaned back against the wall next to the door and held onto the handle. “Closer than the university, at least, right?”
“Yeah.” Aki nodded and settled himself with his feet braced as the train took off.
In an attempt to keep from staring at his brother, he looked up at the advertisements overhead, though they, of course, couldn’t hold his attention. Now that they were on the train and he had time to think, his mind went right back to the confusion from earlier. He had to admit, if only to himself, he’d taken a lot more care in his appearance that evening. No matter how much he tried, though, he couldn’t figure out what had prompted him to do so. The extra time in the shower, he could maybe understand. The shaving, sure.
But the clothes, the shoes, his hair, and the cologne baffled him.
He was so focused on his inner mess, the raised voices didn’t get through to him at first. As they did, he started to turn around to see what was happening, when one of the guys knocked into him, sending him right into Shima, face first. He caught himself with his hands on either side of Shima’s shoulders. It kept their faces from colliding, but he didn’t manage to stop himself from crushing their bodies together.
Despite the cause of his fall, his body reacted to having Shima against him and his heart started pounding. His palms sweated, his stomach jumped, and as if he was back to being a teenager, his cock went hard in what could only be seconds.
It pissed him off. He was confused enough over that evening, he really didn’t need that added on top of it. He especially didn’t need Shima to figure out there was something going on—and Shima would, he knew Aki too well—because of this.
He spun around. “What the—”
Shima’s arms came around him and he pulled Aki back. “Let it go,” he said in Aki’s ear. “It’s not worth it. It’ll just screw up the evening.”
Aki couldn’t argue that. He wanted to. His heart was still pounding and his cock wasn’t going to go soft for a while. He wanted to hold onto the anger, take out his frustration on something else and possibly get rid of the mess in his head he was trying so hard to fight. The two guys who’d been arguing were standing close together only a few inches away from him and Shima. They seemed to be talking quietly now, though, so Aki had to admit Shima was right.
The fight went out of him as quickly as it hit. He blew out a breath, slumping down a little and giving himself a moment to collect his wits. At least, that’s what he told himself.
It wasn’t because it felt so good to be in Shima’s arms. Nope. Not at all.
It wasn’t because he wanted to stay there, savor the feel of Shima’s body against his own. Not in the least.
And it wasn’t because he wanted Shima to want him there, to tighten those arms around him, to tilt his head up so they could kiss. Absolutely not.
He shifted as if to stand, but Shima just held on and his deep voice filled Aki. “Take a minute and calm down.”
Aki’s cock jumped and he swallowed hard. He took the opportunity and let himself enjoy the moment in Shima’s arms. He closed his eyes and did his best to commit every detail to memory to take out later: the firm chest against his back, the arms around him, the way Shima’s hands felt against him even through the fabric, the breath on his ear, the warmth surrounding him.
He finally managed to get himself to straighten up. As he pulled away, he could have sworn Shima let go of him reluctantly. God he wished. But he knew better. He was the one that would have liked to have something more—something no one should want with his brother. He was the one that had spent more than a few nights over the years dreaming about his twin.
With a concerted effort, he pulled himself together and turned around again. Shima’s gaze moved over Aki’s face and he raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”
Aki took one more breath and put away the mess in his head to deal with later. “Yeah—”
The announcement came on overhead for their stop then and the two of them turned to the door. Aki sent up a prayer of thanks that at least the train trip was over.
The short walk to the restaurant was filled with traffic and noise, keeping Aki from asking exactly where they were going. He was plenty familiar with the area, but there were so many restaurants on that street, it didn’t give Aki a clue. Shima could have been leading him any one of those, many of which they’d eaten at before.
Before Aki could really process where they were, they stopped in front of a narrow storefront, and Aki’s eyes widened at the sign. The restaurant was one of his favorite places and while he appreciated it, he didn’t understand why Shima would have picked this place, or, at the very least why he wouldn’t tell Aki. As much as Aki loved the place, it certainly wasn’t the cheapest restaurant. They usually reserved it for what Haru would take them out. Aki blinked at his brother, but Shima didn’t say anything, simply opened the door for Aki, confusing him once more. “Uh, Shima?”
Shima waved inside. “I’m hungry.”
Shaking his head, Aki stepped inside and moved up to greet the host.
The host had a wide smile and bowed slightly as they approached his stand. “Welcome! Welcome! Do you have reservations or would you simply like a seat?”
“Reservations for Kaido,” Shima said before Aki could answer.
He made reservations? Aki’s confusion was getting worse and he waffled between happy and annoyed.
Because it was feeling more and more like he and Shima… were on a date.
Which was absurd. Ridiculous. Beyond crazy. Entirely aside from their relationship, Shima didn’t feel that way about him. He couldn’t decide if the happiness—he didn’t mind that it felt like a date—or annoyance was more prevalent. Because it certainly wasn’t a date, no matter how much he might have wanted it to be, and Aki had to forcibly remind himself of that. So, why the reservations?
He just wanted to make sure we could get a table. Saturday nights were bad; there was no doubt about that. Unless they went to McDonald’s—which neither was particularly fond of—getting a table on Saturday night could be a challenge. That made sense.
Aki managed to get himself to relax as they followed the host to a table for two toward the back.
The host recited the specials then bowed once more before retreating. The server came out only a moment later. “Good evening!”
Once they’d put in their drink and food orders—Aki had the pork—Aki finally dug up something to talk about. The conversation over the Marvel Creative Universe lasted most of the way through dinner. Aki even managed to get Shima to smile and laugh quite a bit, which did all sorts of warm things to Aki’s insides. Before Aki knew it—and could discuss it—Shima was paying the check, and they were on their way to the movie.
“You didn’t have to pay,” Aki said as they waited at the corner for the light.
Shima shrugged a shoulder. “I didn’t mind.” He looked over at Aki for a long moment and Aki returned the look. As he did, he was struck again by how just hot his brother was. Forcing himself to not think about what the rest of Shima looked like—they were twins, after all—he managed to drag his mind out of the gutter, or in this case, Shima’s pants, and focus on where they were going.
“How about I get the tickets?”
When Shima hesitated, Aki looked over with an eyebrow raise. Finally, Shima nodded. “All right.”
Aki had no idea what to do with that or why Shima had hesitated. Normally, they paid for their own stuff—food, tickets, whatever. He threw it on the rest of the pile of confusion and turned his attention to the theater.
It was only a couple of blocks from the restaurant. Aki bought their tickets, choosing their seats carefully. There were only a few options left. He finally handed one ticket to Shima, then turned toward the concession stand. “Do you want anything?”
Shima seemed just as surprised as Aki had been earlier over the dinner. Aki flashed him a grin and finally Shima nodded. “Thanks.”
Aki’s grin widened and they got in line. A few moments later, they each had cups of Pepsi and were making their way to their seats. The ones Aki had picked when he bought the tickets hadn’t been his first choice. They were close enough, though, and he was happy as they sat.
“Good seats,” Shima said, setting his drink into the holder.
“Yeah. I wanted those,” Aki said, pointing to the seats to their left. “But it could be worse.” He couldn’t decide if he was happy or annoyed that the arm in between the seats didn’t come down. On one hand, he wouldn’t have that bit of barrier to help keep him from touching Shima, which he absolutely shouldn’t do. Most of the time, they had no problem with casual touching but that night was anything but normal. On the other hand, with the arm broken and up, the temptation would be great to accidentally touch, which he wanted so badly to do. He tried to just not think about it.
The discussion over the movie series took up the short time between their arrival and the previews. In fact, Aki managed quite well at not thinking about how close Shima was until a ridiculously tall guy sat in front of him. It wouldn’t have been a problem if the guy hadn’t also had hair his in spikes. Even with the stadium seating, the guy’s hair was just enough in the way to be distracting. Aki leaned to the side and discovered if he did, he could see enough and the guy’s spiked hair was off to the right screen.
But that meant leaning over for most of the movie. He sighed and muttered, “shit.”
“Why don’t you just move this way since the arm’s not in the way?”
Aki tried really hard to keep from letting Shima’s breath on his ear drive him crazy. He turned to his twin. “I’m not going to crowd you because of some asshole.” No, if I’m going to move, I’d rather it be because you want me to.
“You sit against me at home all the time,” Shima pointed out.
Well, shit. There wasn’t much he could say to that. And he did want to be closer, even if he shouldn’t—either be closer or want it. It seemed wrong somehow, though, to take advantage of the situation that way, but Aki ruthlessly buried the guilt and shifted over.
Putting him close enough to smell Shima.
Who smelled fucking amazing.
He tried to find a way to sit that wasn’t going to make him a candidate for a mental hospital. His cock was already half-hard from the warmth and smell. How long was it going to take before it went fully hard and he had to shift in his seat? He closed his eyes and did his best to force the wants and craziness into a back corner of his mind. With a—mostly—shallow breath, he forced his attention to the last couple of previews.
He managed to focus solidly through the first half of the movie. There was plenty of action and an explosion or three, so he’d been able to ignore Shima enough for that. But somewhere around the time Peter Parker tried to save a sinking ferry, Aki lost all hope of concentration.
Shima leaned in and whispered, “I need to move my arm. Do you mind?”
Aki really should have gotten clarification before he said, “I don’t mind.” But, of course, he didn’t.
So when Shima put his arm along the back of the seats—a little too close for Aki’s comfort—Aki completely lost the thread of the movie. He was sure it was good; he managed to catch a few moments here and there, but anytime he or Shima shifted, Shima’s arm got closer to his shoulders until it rested completely on him.
If Aki didn’t know better, he would have sworn Shima did it on purpose.
And yet, Aki wouldn’t admit to himself, much less his brother, that he let himself shift closer to Shima as well. And didn’t mind one bit that Shima’s arm was around him. Or that they were all but tight against each other.
Nope. He absolutely did not have any of that going through his mind.
He was also getting really good at lying to himself.
They waited patiently through the two after-credit scenes, neither moving away from the other, even though the guy with the big hair had already left. Finally, they were over and Aki had to stand.
He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do that because his cock was still—or again?—half hard. He took advantage of the fact that a lot of people had already left and the theater was still fairly dim. As he reached over to pick up his cup, he adjusted himself enough that he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable to walk to the bathroom.

Aki couldn’t decide if he was disappointed or relieved that the train was much emptier on the way home. Considering how frustrated and confused he was, he decided it didn’t matter, but it was better all-around for them to be able to put space between them. They were still close enough to talk without being too loud, and they spent the trip back to their station talking about the movie.
When they came out of the station by home, Shima pointed at the coffee shop down the block. “Coffee before we go back?”
Yet again, Aki was surprised. Normally, they just went home and went their separate ways to do whatever. He wasn’t going to argue, though, since he really didn’t want to do that yet. He nodded and in silence they walked over to the coffee shop. They picked up the movie conversation as soon as they put in their orders and kept it going when they picked up their orders.
Cups in hand, they walked over to the park. There were plenty of times they took the path through it toward home, but not always, because sometimes the park was just too full. The route over the other streets was just as short. Aki wondered if it wasn’t deliberate—on his or Shima’s part, conscious or not—that they went through the park.
He couldn’t summon any more mental energy to try to figure it out. Instead, he sipped his coffee and broke off a small piece of the cake he’d bought at the shop, then popped it into his mouth. He was so insanely aware of Shima next to him, way too close for Aki’s sanity. He could feel Shima’s warmth and his heart started beating faster as he let himself wish he could take Shima’s hand.
When they crossed the foot bridge, over the little stream, Aki broke off another piece of cake and offered it to Shima. His twin wasn’t big on sweets, though he didn’t always turn them down, so Aki wasn’t too surprised when Shima nodded.
What did surprise Aki was what happened when he fed it to Shima instead of Shima taking it. He’d intended to just be a little goofy but it didn’t happen that way at all. Instead, Shima ended up with his lips around Aki’s fingertips.
Oh fuck me. Aki swallowed and despite his best efforts, his cheeks heated because his mind replaced his fingers with his cock and the image of Shima sucking Aki’s dick hit him hard. It was too dark and the path lights too low to be sure, but he thought it was possible Shima was blushing too. Then again, it could be a trick of the light. He took that thought because it meant Shima probably didn’t see the color in Aki’s cheeks either.
Without speaking, the two awkwardly turned toward home. The conversation died after that, but Aki concentrated on simply eating his cake and sipping his coffee. And, before he was ready for it—before, despite the confusion, he wanted the evening to end—they stood outside the gate to the house.
They kept their silence until they’d taken off their shoes at the genkan and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Haru and Ren had apparently already gone to bed, but they’d left one of the lamps on the end table lit for them. Aki turned to Shima and considered him in the low light. Shima didn’t seem any more eager to go upstairs than Aki felt, but Aki had no idea what to do, either.
When he’d dated, he’d said good night at the door, then kissed his girlfriend—usually on the cheek, on rare occasions on the lips. Then he happily went home.
He couldn’t very well kiss Shima, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, he forced himself to speak. “Uh, thanks for dinner.”
Shima’s eyes seemed to be moving over Aki’s face. Finally, he replied. “Thanks for the movie and coffee.”
Aki nodded. “Yeah. Uh, it was great.” He let Shima interpret that however he wanted to. Aki meant the whole night—their date because it sure as hell felt like one. Or, Shima could take it to mean—
“It was a… great evening.”
That answered that. Aki couldn’t decipher the look Shima gave him in that moment. He wondered what look was on his own face. Did it mirror the one on his twin’s? Were their expressions, like their looks, the same? Did he look as… confused and unsure as Shima did?
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it was.”
Shima nodded, though there was nothing to respond to. “Well. Sleep well.”
“Thanks. You too. Night.” Aki couldn’t tear his eyes away as Shima climbed the stairs. He kept his gaze glued to the smooth movements until Shima stepped into his room and closed his door.
Aki sat hard on the end of the couch. What the hell did he do with this? Even if neither of them would admit it, they’d just gone on a date.
And amazing, wonderful, heart-aching date.
Heart aching because Aki didn’t want it to end at the door. He didn’t want the fact of what it was to be unspoken.
He wanted the whole thing.
And he’d never have it.
Aki managed to get himself onto his feet and climbed the stairs slowly. He paused outside Shima’s door, and couldn’t stop himself from listening. Nothing came through, though. He laid his palm and rested his forehead on the door briefly, almost as if he could touch Shima through it. He took a shaky breath and continued on to his own room. When he’d closed the door, he leaned back against it, fighting hard with his emotions, doing his damnedest to keep them contained.
He wanted too much with Shima, felt too much for his twin. Aki felt everything he should never feel, wanted everything he should never want and couldn’t have. He needed to hold close those wants and feelings, keep them in, but he was afraid it was a losing battle. He was never the most successful to begin with at holding them in, and his emotions this time were even worse.
As he fought against them, he slid down the door and buried his face in his hands. Not going to give in. Not this time. Don’t… No, no, no…
Then he lost the fight and the tears fell.
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