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Doppo did not know how long he had been lying listlessly in his chaotic bed. Having been working overtime throughout the year with a very few days off had made him totally exhausted, body and mind. He was sorry for Hifumi who always made his time daily to clean and tidy his filthy room. Though he never seemed bothered with the mess Doppo caused in their shared apartment, still he must be tired too from working all nights. Hifumi’s prestige as the number one Shinjuku’s host was like a two-sided coin. He surely made good money which enabled him to rent a luxurious apartment (ofc Doppo also contributed in paying the rent) and get himself dozens of nice clothing. Nevertheless, it consumed his well-being entirely. Working all nights automatically ruined his regular sleeping hours. Not only that, he had been frequent in sipping champagne; there wasn’t a single day without him embedding the destructive liquid to his system. Hifumi was the toughest guy he’d ever known alive. He was crazy enough to choose to be a host though he was aware of his phobia. Hifumi had never openly brought the topic of his phobia when Doppo was around, but the redhead knew it was indeed frustrating, stressful.
Doppo glanced over the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. It read 2.57 AM, and there was no sign of the blond coming home. It wasn’t that Hifumi had never gone home over 2 AM or something; it’s pretty normal in fact, but Doppo was uneasy. He felt restless for the unknown, causing him to stay awake despite the lethargy. At the moment, all he wanted was to see Hifumi’s cheery smile. All he wished was to hear his cheerful voice when he called his name. He shook his head frantically, rejecting the absurd thoughts he just had. Really, he had no lead why the vivid image of his housemate sipped in his mind out of nowhere. Something’s wrong with him. He pulled his blanket to cover his whole body, enveloping him like a cocoon. He shut his eyes close just for him to hear a subtle sound of familiar footsteps. It’s Hifumi. He’s finally home. Doppo’s eyes opened instantly, mind wandering whether to stay in his bed or greet Hifumi. After a long debate with himself, he chose to bury his form in the warmth of the blanket, both hands clutching his chest. He’s too nervous to face his housemate right now, and it’d been a while he felt so.
Once again, Doppo closed his eyes, centering his senses to his hearing. He could hear water running down the shower and a soft humming sound of the blond enjoying his brief bath. He waited patiently until Hifumi left the bathroom then huffing in relief. The next scene was for sure of the blond sleeping peacefully in his own bed. Smiling contentedly, Doppo then rolled his body to the side. Shutting his throbbing eyes, he then fell asleep.
But no! Gosh!!
Unfortunately, Hifumi wasn’t going bed like what Doppo thought earlier. Done with drying himself, he put on a plain white t-shirt and green-greyish pants. He silently made his way to the redhead’s room. Reaching the door handle, he carefully cracked the door open. The other man’s room was undoubtedly messy even when Hifumi could barely inspect the inside due to lack of light. He saw his friend lay comfortably in bed; red strands sprawled over the pillow. Hifumi bit back a giggle. He always thought Doppo’s cute though Doppo himself was too inferior. He slipped under the blanket slowly while ensuring the other man remained in his previous state.
“Hifumi?” A too familiar sleepy voice seeping in his keen ears.
“Yes?” He answered a bit nervously as he’d been caught entering his friend’s room secretly.
A noisy rustling sound brought Hifumi to turn his head to his friend who was freeing himself from the blanket in panic. Doppo was fully seated, turquoise eyes wide opened. His jaw trembled as if witnessing something terrifying. “Wh-what are you doing here?!” was the next line he blurted.
“Me? Ma…, I don’t feel like sleeping alone tonight. It’s ok right?” said he, giggling.
“No! Go back to your OWN room.” Doppo grabbed the other man’s wrist, shooing him to go asap.
“Eh, why? It’s not the first time we’re like this. Ne…Doppomine…” The blond whined, pulling the redhead into his embrace casually.
Annoyance grew in Doppo’s chest as much as his heart rate when their bodies made a contact. “Hifumi, please-“ He’s unable to finish his words because the blond whether purposively or not brushed his thigh. Well, actually it’s highly possibly accidentally, though. Hifumi’s eyes shone innocently. Doppo gasped.
“Doppomine?” Hifumi called him tentatively upon hearing his friend sudden gasp.
Doppo pushed the blond’s chest gently and sighed. “It-It’s nothing. Y-you can stay.” His eyes never met Hifumi’s as he’s too weak to stare straight into those beautiful eyes.
“Doppomine sankyu!!” He tapped the redhead’s shoulder eagerly. “Doppomine, can I ask you a favor?” asked him.
“What’s that?” replied him while positioning himself far apart from Hifumi.
“Can you massage me?” asked him again, hesitantly.
Doppo exhaled in relief. It’s not an impossible request at all. “Sure.”
“But please don’t force yourself. If you’re tired, then it can wait.” Hifumi glanced at the other man’s back.
“No, I’m okay. Tomorrow’s off, so it’s okay.” Doppo replied to him and rose from the bed.
The blond looked at him expectantly, his face was all smile. Blinding. Doppo gulped down.
“My back has been aching all day. This part.” Hifumi showed the part needing a good massage.
“Lie down then.” The other man commanded jitterily.
Hifumi complied. He lay prone on the fluffy sheet. Meanwhile, Doppo stretched his hand out to open the drawer beside the bed, groping a small container inside it. It was the massage oil he bought some time ago. He thought it would somewhat helpful to massage the other man.
“Hifumi?” he called quietly.
“Hmm?” came Hifumi’s lazy response.
“Do you want me to use this massage oil?” Doppo eyed his friend, holding the small container.
“Ah, you have one? That’s nice!” He winked playfully. In no time, he peeled his t-shirt off his body, putting it aside. Doppo’s heart thumped painfully in his chest, given the scene before him. Cold sweat trickled down his temple. It’s too much for him to see Hifumi, with his bare upper body, lying prone in his bed. Yes, HIS BED. Especially, when he smelled so so good, so much inviting.
‘Something’s wrong with me’, thought him inwardly.
Taking a deep breath, slowly he climbed on the bed. He knelt down; both his legs spread, and Hifumi’s body’s in between them. A good amount of oil was poured down to his palm. Fresh lavender fragrance invaded the small space. Doppo rubbed his palms together and started to pressed gently but firmly on the part Hifumi told before. Hifumi’s skin so smooth against his. It’s so pleasant to touch him like this. Doppo shook his head agitatedly, bringing himself together. He repeated the motion, massaging the same part more firmly, pressing his thumbs on the Hifumi’s aching back.
“Ah!” Without warning, the blond let out a soft whimper. It caught the other man out off guard. He felt his heart pulse accelerating. “Feels so good, Doppomine”, Hifumi’s voice was, not surprisingly, hoarse, which rather sounded sexy in Doppo’s ears. The redhead then realized that he felt somehow … horny. He’s HORNY. Yes, just a few seconds ago, he sensed his cock twitched, making him gulped in the horror realization. He couldn’t explain the reason why he felt this way. It’s probably Hifumi’s lying naked in his bed (not completely nude, though). Or maybe his beautiful glowing skin. Or his pleasant fragrance. Or his voice? Doppo could not tell.
‘Something’s definitely wrong with me’, thought he again.
The massage session kept going on until the next fifteen minutes. The fifteen minutes that made Doppo die slowly. He’s DYING. Sweat wouldn’t stop trickling down his temples. His whole body was hot, and he felt a foreign sensation creeping up from his groin. In that fifteen minutes, Hifumi wouldn’t stop moaning from the pleasure he got from the massage. Truthfully, nothing’s off about it because it’s normal for a human to elicit a response to any pleasure sensed by his body. Nonetheless, Doppo swore the blond was loud. Painfully so. And his moans were intolerably too erotic (in Doppo’s ears).
The redhead frantically kept his cool. He needed to stay composed or a disaster might happen in no time. He spoke slowly, restraining his nervousness, “Is it enough?” But there’s no answer even after seconds passed. He leaned towards the quiet form of the blond, checking him. And it turned out that Hifumi had fallen asleep. He’s breathing regularly, seeming to have fallen into a deep slumber. Doppo gently lifted Hifumi’s body and laid him on his back. He then pulled his blanket to cover the other man’s body. For a short moment, he observed his friend’s peaceful face and smiled affectionately. Doppo soundlessly exited his room to the guest room. He decided to not sleep in his bed that night. He needed to calm himself after all that had happened in his head. He needed to calm his heart beating like crazy. Lying on the couch, he then resolved… He must talk to dr. Jakurai tomorrow.
THE END