After approximately thirty three minutes of coaxing him out of bed and out the door (as well as off of Misaki), Usagi was finally gone. Phew! He had an important convention to attend this weekend, and despite all his grumbles, Aikawa had all but threatened to slit his throat if he didn't show. (Actually, Misaki was pretty sure that she did threaten his life.) Usagi had had no choice, so after one final push out the door by his lover, he was safely in Aikawa's hands.

Misaki had been looking forward to this all week. Why? Because a book convention equals no Usagi... and for three whole days!

It was almost too good to be true.

Of course, it wasn't as if he hated Usagi's company - no, he quite enjoyed his caresses, kisses, and of course, the sex (though he would never admit it out of embarrassment). Rather, he preferred it when their intimacy was less of a molestation, and when it didn't interrupt something else that he was supposed to be doing. No, this weekend would just give Misaki some peace, quiet, and most importantly, sanity, that he desperately needed.

Living with Usagi-san gets difficult, Misaki thought to himself. The author had collected a number of new bears, statues, and other trinkets over the past couple of weeks. He had a new book coming out, so he always got lots of mail and presents around that time.

Looking around the giant room, Misaki smiled. I finally have the chance to clean this place up without stupid Usagi trying to molest me all the time. And I'll get to catch up on homework too! Humming happily to himself, he quickly put on his apron and busied himself around the apartment for the rest of the morning.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Misaki awoke with a start. I must have dozed off after cleaning, he realized, sitting up on the couch. It was now afternoon, and he hadn't looked at his phone all morning. I did get a lot of hard work done though, he praised himself. The apartment was now spotless! (Almost - he didn't dare venture into Usagi's room for fear of what could be in there.)

Grabbing his phone of his pocket, he noticed a number of new text messages... all from Usagi. Of course.

9:03 A.M. "Miss you already."

9:14 A.M. "What are you doing?"

9:29 A.M. "Just wanted to tell you how much I want to push you against the wall and taste those delicious lips of yours."

Misaki gaped. He blushed feverishly at this message, embarrassed. He was NOT expecting that. "Baka Usagi!" he grimaced. "You can't just say those things and surprise me..." Whenever Usagi actually did do that, though, it didn't take long for Misaki to get over his annoyance and give in to the tall, silver haired man.

FLASHBACK TO YESTERDAY

Misaki opened the door to the apartment quietly, hoping to avoid the attention of his lover. Inevitably, whenever he came home from class or errands, Usagi pounced on him.

Click! The door had closed a little too loudly for Misaki's liking, and he knew that he was done for.

Suddenly, the young man felt a body behind him, one that was both broader and taller than his. Two arms grasped him from behind, hands settling on his chest, making him the recipient of a bone-crushing hug. "Misaki," Usagi whispered in his ear. "Welcome home."

"Baka Usagi," he said loudly, "I need to put away these groceries, otherwise they're - HEY!" His bags fell to the floor as his lover picked him up bridal style, one arm under his back and the other supporting his legs. The man smiled at him, a gleam in his violet eyes. "PUT ME DOWN! I NEED TO - umf!" Usagi quickly covered Misaki's lips with his own, taking advantage of his surprise and forcing his tongue in his mouth. Usagi ignored the boy's struggles to get away, instead pulling him closer exploring the caverns of the boy's mouth. The author didn't stop kissing Misaki until his struggles had died down. Misaki wound a hand in the man's silver hair and accepted what had turned into soft, slow kisses.

Pulling away, Usagi looked at his young lover. "I need to fill up on Misaki. You've been away from me too long," he said simply, smirking. Misaki's face turned completely red.

"I've been away for an hour! Do you - UMF!"

Usagi wasn't going to hear any more of it. Walking up the stairs to the bedroom, Misaki resigned himself to his fate.

END FLASHBACK

Good lord. Yesterday was pretty bad.

Beep!

Misaki shook his head. Another text message.

9:33 A.M. "But I also want to lift up your shirt and kiss you down your stomach while you moan adorably... What should I do, Mi~sa~ki?"

"How does he even have TIME to text me this much?" Misaki wondered aloud.

Then, he stopped.

What would he want Usagi to do?

And more importantly, why wouldn't he ever be able to admit it to him?

Truth be told, Misaki's perpetual embarrassment was the thing he hated most about himself. Oftentimes, he wished that he would be able to communicate with his lover in a mature manner, and maybe even toss flirtatious messages back his way. However, he had always been rather shy, and on top of that, he lacked romantic experience... save for that with Usagi, of course.

Maybe... if he typed a simple message to him back to him... it would get easier...

With trembling fingers, he typed a message back to Usagi.

9:35 A.M. "Both... would be good."

Hesitating for just a moment, he pressed send.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Oh no, Usagi was calling him!

"Misaki. Are you okay?"

Misaki laughed nervously into the phone. "Of course I am, why would you say that Usagi-san? Ha ha ha..."

Silence.

Misaki paused. "Maybe I just... felt like it?"

More silence. Then: "I'm coming home."

Misaki groaned. "Don't do that Usagi baka... you're already at the conference, and you need to stay there so that your book is a success." He heard Usagi giving directions to the driver, no doubt telling him to go back to the apartment. "Usagi... if you stay, I'll text you more," he said in a small voice.

Usagi stopped. "Are you serious? Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes... just stay there. Text me." With that, Misaki hung up, wondering what he had gotten himself into.