Only You, Only Me
Only You, Only Me
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normal\'>Only You, Only Me
Kawamura took the crate from
and smiled at him briefly before stacking it atop the others behind the
bar.
“I think that’s the last of them.”
vicinity.
smiled, his expression serene and mild even after the
emotional upset he’d been dealt earlier that day.
“It’s hard to believe this is the same room that
Kawamura laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he
straightened, stretching out the muscles in his back.
But I like to look at this way:
how much fun would dinner actually be without Momo-chan
and Kikumaru?”
nodded. “Agreed.
Kawamura was silent, taking a moment to really look at
linger where it would.
wont to do when they were alone.
body only barely, just enough to face Kawamura.
“Yes, Takashi?”
Kawamura reached out, hesitant when he grazed the tips of
fingertips with his own, becoming bold enough to lean into
when the smaller boy twined their fingers together.
head, taking a step toward Kawamura, not releasing his hand.
His eyes, when he glanced up, flashed mischievously and Kawamura felt
his heart skip a beat.
“Ah…yes. You
did.” He paused, lips curling into a
playful smile. “Fujiko.”
other hand on Kawamura’s broad shoulder and he leaned into him in a tentative
embrace, his eyes sliding shut when the taller boy’s arm slipped around his
waist to hold him gently.
“I was scared for you today.”
tinged with reluctant shame.
cheek against Kawamura’s soft sweater and tightened his grip on the taller
boy’s hand. “You never let on.”
Kawamura felt his face go hot and he prayed that
would not look up to catch him blushing – again.
“And yet you insisted on accompanying me to the hospital and
you made very convenient excuses as to why no one else could come.”
Kawamura only blushed more at
light amusement. “Well…ah…I couldn’t be
sure that you’d be taken care of the way you should be.”
Releasing his hold on Kawamura’s fingers,
slipped both arms around his friend’s waist and smiled softly when Kawamura’s
strong arms went loosely, instinctively, around his shoulders.
“You always take care of me, Takashi.”
his friend.
Kawamura lifted one hand to stroke
hair tenderly. He loved touching
ever experienced. “I always will.
A long silence stretched between them and then he spoke
again, voice low and hesitant. “If he’d
hurt you, Shuusuke.
Really hurt you…”
palms smoothing over the back of Kawamura’s sweater.
I hope you’re never in that situation, Takashi.
someone like Kirihara.”
Kawamura blinked, surprised.
He’d never heard
ill of anyone before, regardless of the nature of their personality.
now. “I couldn’t imagine you trading
places with Tachibana. I couldn’t let
that go, Shuusuke.
No matter what you say.”
blue eyes solemn. “I didn’t win the
match for Tachibana. But I didn’t let go
until Kirihara tried to hurt him again.
Let go of.
Kawamura – then and now. “Tachibana was
an inspiration of sorts, I suppose.
head, considering Kawamura.
it again.”
There was no reproach in
tone and so his words took Kawamura by surprise – if only because he could not
ascertain the meaning behind them.
“Doing what?”
hand between them to brush his fingertips over Kawamura’s lips.
Kawamura blinked, surprise and a hint of panic evident in
his wide, soulful eyes. “No…
shaking his head again, just enough of a movement to shift strands of hair over
his eyes. “Takashi.
and myself other than friendship and respect.”
Kawamura flushed and this time, it was from more than
embarrassment. He was horrified that
might think he was that petty – or that insecure.
It never crossed my mind, I swear it.”
tiptoes to brush a feathery kiss across Kawamura’s lips.
Kawamura ducked his head in an attempt to hide his eyes but
only shook his head and tipped Kawamura’s chin up, forcing him to maintain eye
contact. “It’s unnecessary.”
Kawamura passed his hand between
shoulder blades, needing to feel his solidity, his delicate strength.
everything that anyone could ever ask for.
I can’t help wondering when you’ll wake up and realize that I’m nothing
but a friend to you.”
fine brow. “And you’re so certain that I
will?”
Kawamura shrugged, embarrassed and disheartened for giving
voice to his most dreaded, secret fear.
“One day. When
you fall in love.”
silently, slight shoulders shaking.
“But, Takashi…I’ve already fallen in love.”
Kawamura’s eyes widened, even as his heart plummeted.
When?”
Kawamura’s face and smiled softly.
Kawamura parted his lips as though to speak, but no words
were forthcoming.
smiled sweetly. He loved rendering
Kawamura speechless. Particularly
when he got that look in his eyes.
When finally he found his voice, it was soft, disbelieving.
tiptoes to kiss the corner of Kawamura’s mouth.
He always tasted good. Like
something exotic but safe.
It’s been only you for a long time now.”
Kawamura’s expression was still one of stunned disbelief,
but the look in his eyes was one that would follow
for the rest of his life. He honestly
hadn’t known. He’d spent time with
and shared moments with
touched, kissed, whispered the sweetest things to
and had done it all without the certainty of
heart. It made something tough and
unbending in
the inside out. “I love you, Takashi.”
Kawamura licked his lips, blinked a few times and swallowed
nervously. Fuji Shuusuke
was one of the most caring, most kind-hearted people that Kawamura knew – had
ever known – and still he’d never expected to see this side of the person he’d
been in love with since he was too young to understand what love meant.
could I let you go on not knowing?”
Kawamura took a deep breath then, hands hot and a little
back. “No,
Let me say it.” He put a little
space between them, but only long enough to frame
face with his hands. Then he leaned in
to meet
time there was no trace of hesitation, no trace of bashfulness or
uncertainty. “I never thought you’d love
me back, Shuusuke.
Not in a million years did I think I’d ever get to touch you this
way. I didn’t even let myself think on
it too long, when we started this, because I was scared to death that it wasn’t
nearly as important to you as it was to me.
God, I love you – I guess you’ve always known.
brushed his thumbs over
cheeks. “You’re the only one I want and,
if you’ll let me say so, the only one I’ll ever
want.”
And so saying, he pulled
to him, characteristically gentle and sweet, and kissed the smaller boy with a
heat and a passion that he’d kept hidden until now.
bashful caresses and touches – they were nothing of the emotion, nothing of the
true, pure feeling that Kawamura shared with
when he wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him close.
They kissed – deep, hot, urgent – for long, long moments
until Kawamura pulled back to take in the sight of one Fuji Shuusuke,
speechless for the first time in his life.
He gazed into
eyes, never looking away when he lowered his hands to unfasten the buttons of
shirt. His hands shook and his brows
drew together in concentration and intense focus and
stood stock still while Kawamura unfastened buttons to spread the black fabric
open, revealing his pale skin. He licked
his lips again and went down on his knees before
hands settling at the slighter boy’s waist.
He kissed
belly, his side, the center of his chest, all with a carefulness that bordered
on reverence. Then he rested his cheek
just over
his arms around his lover’s waist, holding him tight and making no move to do
anything else. “I love you,
whispered again, unable to believe that he had the freedom to do so.
Fuji’s heart had begun to race the moment Kawamura got down
on his knees and now, as he twined his fingers into Kawamura’s hair and stood
above him, seeking support and acceptance as surely as Kawamura was, himself,
he let himself feel all that he’d suspected he felt for quite some time.
Kawamura looked up, that familiar beloved expression giving
nothing of his usual shyness away. “I
want to be with you, Shuusuke.
else. I want…I want to touch
you.”
I want to love you.
himself to the floor before Kawamura and edged ever closer, until they were
sharing space, sharing breath, sharing the same thoughts.
Kawamura touched two fingertips to
soft mouth, not allowing him to speak the words that Kawamura knew were on the
tip of his tongue. As welcome as they
would be, now was not the time or the place to do what he’d been dreaming of
doing. But he could admit,
finally, that it was what he wanted. He
could admit that he was not afraid to take what
would offer him.
He heard his Father’s footsteps overhead and knew that their
moment was about to pass. It didn’t
bother him in the slightest, though. Not
now. Not after normal\'>this.
“Shh.
eyes and pressed a soft kiss to the pads of Kawamura’s fingers.
the sight of Kawamura’s sweet smile and the knowledge that they finally
understood where they were going.
“Yes. It’ll
keep.” He agreed, reaching between them
to do up his buttons before Kawamura-san walked in on something he might not be
able to easily process.
first, offering his hand to Kawamura who took it in a firm grasp and hoisted
himself up. He took off his sweater and
offered it to
“Come on, Fujiko.
I’ll walk you home.”
into the too-big sweater, pushing up the sleeves to take his partner’s
hand. “Okay.”