aruhime's writing nest

“Riku,” Sion tried to shake him awake, but Riku only groaned and buried his face deeper into Sion’s side. He laughed in disbelief. “School’s over.”

“What…?”

Sion wiggled and pulled his uniform jacket that they used as a makeshift mats, propped his body with his elbow, and used the sleeve to shade Riku’s face from the afternoon sun. “The whole school will riot if they find out that the Maeda Riku is cuddling the school’s number one otaku.”

Riku threw an arm around Sion’s middle, his eyes still shut tight. “They don’t know the number one otaku is super hot,” he mumbled.

Sion’s face blushed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you like me,” Riku tightened his embrace.

“Sadly, I do,” Sion sighed. “I can’t believe I skipped classes just to cuddle with the school’s troublemaker.”

Riku hummed, satisfied. “You’re stuck with me forever.”

Not long after that, the school building buzzed alive with after-school noises. Students spilled outside, a lot of them going home, a lot more staying for club activities. But they seemed a world away from this quiet bubble on the rooftop.

Riku shivered because of the wind, but he didn’t show any sign of waking up. At some point, he had moved from using Sion’s arm to his stomach as a pillow. He let Sion mess up his hair, only pressing his cheek against Sion’s stomach hard as a meaningless threat.

It was nearly dark when Sion finally got bored. “Riku, I’m cold,” he poked Riku’s cheek. “Let’s go home now?”

It seemed like Riku agreed, because he rose up, but very, very slowly. Stretching his arms wide like a cat, he then turned and caged Sion’s body with his arms. “Can I kiss you?”

Sion barked a laugh, “you’re so bold, yet you cannot look at me directly.”

Busted, Riku huffed and used his head to nudge at Sion’s face. “You know you make me nervous.”

“Look at me,” Sion gently prodded Riku’s chin, guiding him to face Sion. Riku faked a struggle, but he was grinning when they finally looked at each other. His eyes darted aside every three seconds. “Say it again?”

Riku coughed, “canIkissyou?” Sion raised his eyebrows, and Riku scowled. He repeated the question in an exaggerated manner, but the smile was present in every word.

“You don’t need to ask,” Sion said, already leaning close.

"Argh, of all times, why now." Sion groaned, slumped down on the bed, bringing his boyfriend down with him. He was still inside Riku, but the sudden turn of events soured his mood.

Ever the empath, Riku sensed this and laughed lightly. "I've come twice tonight," he reached back to comb Sion's sweaty hair. "I can suck you and we're done?"

Behind him, Sion was still whining, pressing their bodies tighter. "I've lost the mood now. Let's continue next time."

"Are you sure I don't have to—?" Riku felt Sion slowly pulled out. "You're still hard."

Sion sighed, "okay."

The remnants of the cool air from the aircon was threatening to disappear. In the darkness, Riku peeled himself from Sion's embrace and blindly got to the most comfortable position he could do. "This is exciting."

"What is?"

"Not being able to see," Riku's hand found itself on Sion's thigh, and he poked around to know where Sion's dick was. He found it easily, but bringing his face close to it was quite difficult to navigate. "We usually still have a bedside lamp turned on. This is just. Very dark."

Somehow, this put Sion in a better mood. Riku started sucking, and with the lack of electricity hum, Sion's ragged breaths and moans were even more distinct. Their room was still cold when he came in Riku's mouth.

Riku giggled when Sion proposed to try having sex in total darkness next time. "But with the aircon on," he added.

"Definitely."

They didn't bother to clean more than wiping themselves with wet tissue, and put on their sleeping robes. Riku approached the window—their apartment was on the thirtieth floor, and because of the blackout, the traffic below their apartment looked like fireflies if they had a motor on their tiny wings.

Without taking his eyes off the window, he called Sion to come. "Look, look. It's pretty."

Sion sneaked his arms around Riku's waist and held him, resting his chin on Riku's shoulder. "It's pretty," he agreed.

"The road, below," Riku bumped their heads. "Not me."

"Ouch."

"Do we still have wine?" He asked, starting to unthread Sion's fingers. "Let's sit on the balcony and drink something."

When Riku was set on something, it would be hard to unconvince him. Sion followed him to the kitchen. "I don't think so. But we have that leftover sangria from this evening."

They poured the cocktail into two juice glasses and brought them over to the balcony. The night air was warmer than their apartment, but the wind felt crisp and nice compared to the unmoving air inside.

After moving their drying rack, they sat on the floor, side by side. Sion clinked their juice glasses, Riku giggled. "Cheers," he said, sipping his cocktail. Riku did the same.

"This is nice," Riku leaned to Sion's shoulder, looking at the dark sky above them.

"Everything with you feels nice," Sion said.

Riku laughed, "even in a blackout?"

“You’re amazing.”

Mingyu grinned, “I know.”

“I mean that as an insult.”

“I know,” Mingyu repeated. He ate a piece of meat and took the tongs from Minghao’s hands. He began to cut them into bite-sized pieces. “Eat.”

Minghao did. This BBQ place was their go-to comfort food ever since they began dating years ago, and it easily became their mandatory stop on every date. They didn’t feel the need to change that habit, even with the addition of a five-year-old daughter to their small family.

“We should take Jia here again,” Mingyu said after a while. He nodded at a new menu poster near the cashier. “They finally have another ice cream flavour.”

Minghao sighed, “I don’t know why she doesn’t like vanilla. I can’t believe she threw a tantrum over vanilla ice cream that time.”

“Should we order it?” Mingyu said with his mouth full. He chewed a particularly fresh lettuce loudly. Minghao frowned at him. “Ice cream, I mean. For dessert.”

“Sure.”

“Blueberry,” Mingyu nodded. “Let’s order more ice cream on room service later.”

“It’s too expensive. We can always buy some at the convenience store and use the hotel’s fridge.”

“But, we’re on a date,” Mingyu pouted again. There was a smear of sauce on his chin. “I’ll pay. Don’t worry about it.”

Minghao stared at him. Mingyu batted his eyelashes, exaggerating his pout. Sighing, Minghao took a piece of tissue and dabbed it on Mingyu’s dirty chin. “Do whatever you like.”