Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own Junjou Romantica, for that honor belongs to the very creative manga-ka Nakamura Shungiku, Kadakawa Publishing and Studio Deen.

The Wishing Well

It seemed as though the day were taking forever, it was horribly hot and humid. Then there was the Universities air-condition which was no longer working. He swore he was in a sauna.

"Kami~jou~!" He wrapped his arms around his subordinates shoulders. "It's too hot."

"I know that!" Kamijou growled, "Now would you please get your hands off me and get back to work Professor!"

Miyagi removed his arms from around his assistant and backed away, sitting at his desk he took out pen and paper.

"You know Kamijou, I heard you gave your students homework for this weekend scorcher."

"Yes, well they deserved it. They have no respect for literature or for me. I must put the fear of..." before he could say more Miyagi spoke.

"The demon Kamijou in them?"

When Kamijou glared in his direction, Miyagi hid himself behind his papers.

"So many papers to correct. It's so hot, but work is work."

"Yes and I've still one more class to go Professor."

"I'm done with classes for the day, thankfully, but I can't leave yet. I'm going to work on grading these papers despite how exhausted I am from this heat. That way if any of my students need to see me for any reason, they only need knock on the door."

Kamijou finished organizing papers he had and left, "I'll see you later Professor."

Once his assistant had left, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. "I need to go cool off and get a drink."

If only he could drink alcohol, but that was forbidden during school hours at the University and even if there weren't any hours it was still forbidden. It was different for the of age University students in their dorms, but for staff it was seen as sacrilege. Although there was nothing wrong with drinking beer, wine or anything like that at home.

"Guess I'll just get water." He stood up and went to the office door and across the hall to the bathroom a couple doors down.

He'd relieve his bladder first. Once he'd done that he washed his hands with the provided soap from the dispenser.

The water was nice and once he was assured his hands were clean, he turned the hot tap off. He soaked his hand in cold water and brushed it over the back of his neck and under his ears.

It felt rather nice, but it wouldn't last. Not whilst it was so damn hot and they had no air conditioner working. At least it should be cooler when he'd finally get to return home.

At the vending machine in the hall, he took out a 100 yen coin and slipped it into the slot. From there he was able to choose a bottle of spring water. They'd just gotten a new shipment in from the vendors.

At least the water was cold. "Must be nice, all snug in there where its cool."

Turning the cap as he turned back in the direction of his office, he noticed that his door was open. He was sure he'd closed it when he'd left the room. Maybe Kamijou had forgotten something?

Walking into his office, he shut the door behind him. The person he saw was not his colleague, but instead a much younger man with sandy blonde hair undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"Shinobu, what are you doing here!?"

"I came to see you."

"Don't you have classes at Teito?"

"My last class finished half an hour ago, did you forget about today's schedule again old man?"

One of Miyagi's brows twitched. Shinobu did usually get finished earlier on Friday's.

"That still doesn't explain what you're doing."

Shinobu sat down on Miyagi's desk after moving some papers. "What does it look like?" Once he'd finished unbuttoning his shirt, he allowed the arms to slip down his shoulders.

Miyagi's midnight blue eyes starred into gray, before trailing down over his young lovers torso.

His tongue came out to wet his lips. 'This damn little terrorist.'

He swooped down, taking hold of Shinobu's chin in one hand, tilting his head back and planted a firm kiss on the youths mouth.

His tongue found its way between Shinobu's pliant lips. He heard his little lover's moan. He felt it vibrate against his tongue as their moist appendages twisted and turned around each others.

A kiss was rarely, if ever enough. His free hand found its way to Shinobu's neck, lightly brushing his fingertips over his flesh. His fingers slowly slid down over his lovers rightmost pectoral and once he felt his beloved nipple he took it between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a tweak.

His actions caused Shinobu's body to arch toward him, as if beginning for more. Another moan had escaped Shinobu's lips, only to have the sound muffled by their passionate kiss.

Shinobu's hands lifted and took hold of ebony locks, making a mess of Miyagi's hair.

For several long moments their lips were locked, until they had to come up for air.

Miyagi's forehead rested against Shinobu's.

Shinobu murmured, "Go lock the door Miyagi." As he said this, he ground his crotch against the older mans thigh.

Miyagi groaned, "Shinobu-chin, you're going to be the death of me."

Shinobu's eyes narrowed, "Wont it be an enjoyable one?"

Seeing that evil looking glint in his terrorists eyes, he nervously laughed, "Yes, Shinobu. But instead of locking the door, I think we should leave. Get dressed and we'll go home to finish this." He didn't want to run the risk of being caught by the dean screwing Shinobu, the dean's kid on his office desk.

Stepping back from Shinobu he turned toward the office door after gathering his materials and went to open it.

However, before he could, someone was turning the knob and opened it.

His heart began to pound, panicking and hoping they'd either not see Shinobu, or that Shinobu had heard and was quickly re-dressing.

He blinked as he came to a halt inside the door frame. Luckily the two men blocking his departure were his assistant and his assistants lover. That gave him a mild sense of relief.

His mouth quirked into a smile, gazing at the two, "Ah, Kamijou! Flirting at work?"

He noticed that both men were glaring at him.

Lifting his hands, he held a briefcase in one as if it could ward off any potential attacks as a nervous laugh left him.

"You're one to talk Professor!" He heard his assistant say as it seemed he'd caught sight of someone behind him.

He turned his head to look in Shinobu's direction, a flash of hands were buttoning up a white shirt.

His eyes widened and he turned his gaze back to Kamijou, "Kami~jo~u! It's not what you think."

"Can it," spoke the Shinobu, whom sounded irate, once he'd straightened his clothes up, "it's exactly what he thinks. Now lets go before he gets any ideas."

Both Miyagi and Kamijou sputtered. Miyagi because there was no reason for Shinobu to have been so blunt. Nor did the brat need to act so bossy.

Yet before Miyagi was able to make a comment of any sort, his young lover took his free hand. Shinobu then ushered him toward the exit of the building as the other pair blinked after them. An exit which there were stairs to guide them down and out to the parking lot where Miyagi had lately been parking his pale lavender car.

"Miyagi, there's somewhere I want to go."

"What? I thought you wanted to go home and..."

"Are you stupid? That can wait. Besides after seeing that assistant of yours my ardor has cooled."

"What's so important that it can wait? Let me remind you, you were the one that came into my office to seduce me."

He watched as Shinobu's face turned red, even the top of his ears were a similar shade of crimson.

His little terrorist could be so damn adorable!

"Well, Shinobu?"

"A-after we go to the well."

He blinked, "The well?" He had to think a few seconds before it dawned on him what his beloved Shinobu-chin must mean.

"Oh, you mean that new wishing well they set up a few blocks from here? Why would you want to go to that, wishes don't come true."

"That's not true!" Shinobu glared up at him, taking hold of his dark purple tie. "I had a wish come true!"

"And that was?"
Shinobu's eyes didn't quite meet Miyagi's as his blush resurfaced. "Y-you loving me."

He wasn't sure how he could argue with that. He did love Shinobu, but he still didn't think that wishes came true. It took a lot of hard work to get anything one wanted. It wasn't like Shinobu had just sat their waiting for him to love him, he'd gone after what he wanted.

Still, he didn't want to upset his lover and besides, even if their wishes didn't come true, the money the well received went toward funds for sick children.

"Alright, lets go. No harm in trying it anyway."

Shinobu nodded and the two of them got into the car and buckled up.

Unfortunately there was a problem with traffic and they were stuck for nearly an hour in the same lane, slowly inching toward their destination.

Miyagi grimaced, "I wonder whats holding up traffic."

"Hopefully only an inspection and not an accident."

Even Kamijou and Kusama had walked farther ahead than them, after all they were walking and didn't have to deal with traffic that day.

Finally though, they reached the place they'd been headed. Miyagi's earlier arousal too had shriveled. At least his car's air-con had been working, but other than that like Shinobu's ardor, his too had cooled.

Not that when they got home they couldn't heat each other back up into a frenzy. They were both men after all, both healthy. Miyagi wasn't as young as Shinobu, but his libido was still rather good, though nothing like a randy teenagers.

Placing the car in park and unbuckling, they got out and walked over to the well. Kamijou and Kusama had just left, hand in hand.

Shinobu quipped, "I wonder what they wished for."

Miyagi wondered too, but didn't think it their place to pry. "We came here to make our wishes Shinobu, don't interfere in others."

He watched as Shinobu's eyes stared up into his, as if suspicious.

He then heard his young lover sigh and take his hand, walking them over to the wishing well.

They each took out a coin, closed their eyes, silently made their wishes and tossed the coins inside the well.

The two opened their eyes and gazed up at each other, but neither spoke. Miyagi reached out a hand to stroke the back of his fingers over Shinobu's cheek. "Shall we go home now Shinobu-chin?"

"Yeah," but before they did, they each took out several more coins. They didn't make another wish, but they knew where the money was supposed to go. Then finally, they left for home.

Christmas in July, for them had only just begun.