Three Simple Words

The Kiss

This feeling of warmth coursed through every fiber of Otonashi's being. No kiss had ever made him feel this way, not even the brief ones he'd shared with Kanade had made him feel this way.

Hinata's hands began to roam up his white-button up shirt, his lips returning to Yuzuru's in a fiery embrace. "Hinata," whispered Otonashi as he broke the kiss softly. His eyes meeting the blue-haired man's in a different light, "You're drunk."

"I know," giggled Hinata, his lips sucking sweetly at his neck playfully.

Otonashi gently pushed him away, "I can't take advantage of you like this. You won't remember a thing by the time the morning comes."

"B-But I want this," protested Hinata, placing Otonashi's hand on his chest.

"Do you really?" asked Otonashi searching his eyes for a sign of something deeper.

"Yes," said Hinata quietly, his arms wrapping around Otonashi in a gentle embrace, "I don't want to rush you into anything though."

"So… does this mean we're together now?" asked Otonashi, his voice nearly cracking due to his nervousness.

"I guess so," exclaimed Hinata happily, "I still haven't taken you on a proper date though."

"What makes you think you'll be taking me anywhere and not the other way around?" asked Otonashi raising an eyebrow.

"The fan girls have spoken Otonashi. The polls have shown that the fans prefer you as the uke in this relationship," he said pulling out a huge chart from nowhere.

Otonashi scowled at him, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"No clue," said Hinata sucking on his inner cheek thoughtfully, "Weird…"

Hinata started to sway for a moment and Otonashi caught him before he hit the floor helping him towards his bedroom. Hinata haphazardly shed his clothes on the way there and collapsed onto his queen-sized bed with an elated sigh, garbed only in his boxers, he eased them down slightly to show off a little more skin and the little blue happy trail threatening to climb to his navel.

"Paint me like one of your French girls," he said with his best seductive voice. Otonashi closed the door behind him abruptly, "Good night Hinata…"

"W-Wait!" he spluttered, "It was a joke…"

Hinata fumbled with the doorknob, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you spend the night here? I know you don't want to be alone right now," he murmured into Otonashi's ear sweetly.

Otonashi let go of the doorknob letting him out into the cold night and followed Hinata into his bedroom, feeling Hinata's gaze rake up his nearly naked body as he undressed on the other side of the room.

"Quit staring," whined Otonashi.

"What ever are you talking about?" said Hinata innocently.

Otonashi slid into bed beside him, letting out a sigh. "This is different…I've never shared a bed with another man before."

"Neither have I," said Hinata, pulling Otonashi close to his chest.

Otonashi felt all of Hinata's warmth flow into him and began to drift into a dreamless sleep for once. No longer plagued by the memories with Kanade that had been haunting him every night since she left.

Otonashi stirred feeling the warmth of the morning sun starting to pour through the shut blinds. He snatched up his phone checking the time; "SHIT!" he swore leaping up out of bed.

"What?!" asked Hinata with a grunt, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm late for work."

"It's Saturday morning Yuzuru," said Hinata staring at the flustered boy, "Come back to bed."

Otonashi complied, a wave of embarrassment tinting his cheeks a slight pink. "Don't worry about it," said Hinata guessing at his expression, "I used to do that all the time. Still do actually…"

Hinata stared at the ceiling, "Well I'm hungry so I'm going to make you some breakfast, you get some more rest doctor," he said sticking his tongue out with the last word playfully.

Otonashi washed the subtle, sway of his hips leave the room and head for the kitchen. A small yearning in his heart wanting Hinata to come back to bed. Why do I feel like this? I've never felt this way about anything before…

The scent of pancakes and bacon washed woke Otonashi from another half hour of sleep. He rubbed his eyes groggily, trying to make out his surroundings. Nearly forgetting where he was for a moment.

American food? Never pegged him to be the chef-type…

Otonashi slowly walked out into the main room of the condo drifting towards the kitchen with only his button-up shirt on.

"Hungry?" asked Hinata setting a plate down in front of one of the stools at the breakfast bar carefully. Otonashi picked up a piece of the crispy strip of pork curiously, unsure of how to eat it. Nervously he took a bite, flavor shooting through his mouth. He wolfed down several more pieces his eyes falling on the pancakes.

A strange, sweet syrup coated the fluffy cakes and he plucked them into his mouth one by one.

"Guess you were hungry," teased Hinata with a smirk finishing his own plate.

"A little," replied Otonashi, "And it was really good…"

"Really? Well I've had a lot of practice," he said with a slight grimace.

Otonashi placed a hand comfortingly on top of Hinata's, "We can make it through this together."

Hinata nodded slowly his eyes still lost in the past. "We can never truly outrun the past though Yuzuru. Eventually it will catch back up."

"We'll just have try then," murmured Yuzuru comfortingly.

"What do you want to do today?" asked Hinata suddenly. Otonashi replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders, one side of his shirt starting to glide down his shoulder from the movement.

"I said I would take you on a date," reminded Hinata quietly.

"I intend to collect on that promise."

"Good," replied Hinata with a smirk, "Because I know what we're going to do."

"What?" asked Otonashi curiously, setting his phone aside.

"It's a surprise," said Hinata with a devious grin, setting the dishes in the sink to soak.

He sauntered past Otonashi, his hips swaying seductively. Otonashi couldn't help but stare at the way his boxers met his athletic frame, fairly toned abs a prominent feature on his torso.

"Care to join me?" asked Hinata hopefully.

Otonashi raised an eyebrow polishing down a glass of orange juice. "In the shower…" finished Hinata.

"Fine," sighed Otonashi, drowned out by Hinata's squeal of happiness.

The sound of rushing water filled his ears as Hinata cranked the shower on as he entered the bedroom. Otonashi fingered the waistband of his boxers letting them fall to the cool tile, chilling the bottom of his feet, tufts of steam already filling the small master bathroom.

Hinata's hands were already lathering soap all over his body. Otonashi felt a little warmth travel to his nether regions and glanced away embarrassed. Hinata glanced over his shoulder and handed the soap to Otonashi, watching him clean himself quietly out of the corner of his eye.

Otonashi leaned forward closer to Hinata in the tiny shower trying to share the water pouring down on them both. Hinata let Otonashi slid past him letting out a sharp gasp as their hardening members slid against one another.

Otonashi wrapped his arms around Hinata's neck letting his tongue roam into the blue-haired boy's mouth. Hinata thrust forward grinding his member against Otonashi's earning a low moan from Yuzuru.

Otonashi's hand curled around Hinata's member the two pumping each other slowly, a dull rhythm set between the two. Hinata let out a moan as he felt himself coming close, his breathing more erratic.

Otonashi let out a low whine as he felt a surge of pleasure fill him and he let out a few spurts of his warm seed onto Hinata's hand and navel.

Hinata came at the sight of Otonashi's climax and a few spurts of his own seed splattered against Otonashi's chest. "That was amazing," said Hinata still panting.

"It feels so different with someone else doing it for you," exclaimed Hinata.

"You're a virgin?" asked Hinata in surprise.

"Yeah…" said Otonashi suddenly self-conscious.

"Oh no need to worry in that department; I am too Yuzuru," he replied with a gentle laugh.

"Let's get ourselves cleaned up again…you can borrow some of my clothes if you'd like since you don't have any here," continued Hinata, "Then I have somewhere to show you."

Otonashi followed Hinata through the park curiously as they approached the thick wall of hedges. He has another thing coming if he thinks I'm going to be able to fit through that…

Hinata beckoned towards a small opening in the sweet-smelling shrubs and they found themselves alone in a clearing. Otonashi's eyes fell on the table-like log in the middle of the patch of grass. Two chairs set around them, with a tablecloth draped over the stump with a picnic basket as the centerpiece.

"You did all of this?" asked Otonashi in awe, watching Hinata's shirt glide up his back as he bent over to light the candles.

"Of course," said Hinata cocking his head slightly, "I wanted our first date to be special for you."

He set plates on the tablecloth gently and produced two glasses and a bottle of champagne from inside the basket, pouring a generous amount in each glass.

Hinata lifted is glass, his eyes twinkling beneath the moonlight overhead, "To us."

"To us," repeated Otonashi taking a sip.

A/N: Felt like that was a good place to stop. More of their delightful date to come in the next chapter. I realize that this didn't exactly have a sex scene so I'm sorry to disappoint but I hope a few handjobs are enough to tide the yaoi cravers over for a little.

I think I might end the next chapter with a "present" if you know what I mean but I'm not sure yet.

Again, sorry for the late update. School has started and is sucking out my fanfiction time :/

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