30 Sattellite

The direct way that Jun brought their 'problem' out in the open let Haruki agape. He panicked.

Jun stretched his neck, shrugged, and smirked,

"Hm okay. I realize that this is not easy for you either. Meaning… Speak It out. When I started to feel desire for girls, I didn't know what I was feeling either. It was so strong that I chased them too, kind of harassed them… And I was a complete miserable jerk for mistreating them. Now I'm feeling that same desire that's making me act like a… satellite around you! Mistreat you, even! The difference is that this time, I know why. It's because I'm going nuts thinking of kissing you… fucking you. What I tried to ask before is... whether you have or ever wanted to be kissed by a guy? Your band's mates, maybe?"

"...!" Haruki was wide-eyed at the confession, and slowly shook his head. No, he had never been interested in the guys at his agency, no matter how nice and cool they were. He had never felt that heat for boys either. And he was shocked that Jun had come to his room to bring things out.

Jun raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"No? It surprises me. Because you have this… thing that attracts people. That attracts me. I don't want to be an asshole. It took a while to understand, but today I realized what is making me doodoo for you. Help me touch you without hurting you, Haruki."

Haruki opened his mouth, but only breath came out, that is, a long sigh from those who would like to express a thousand thoughts but they run over in his mind and get confused in meaningless sentences. He just started mumbling,

"But who said I want to…"

"Oh, don't you want to?! Don't be like that, Haruki," Jun leaned forward, and Haruki instinctively backed away. Not in disgust, but Jun had this somewhat intimidating presence. His loud, clear crystal voice and assertiveness, aggressiveness transpiring in every action but baking.

"Let's do it this way," said Jun, locking his eyes into Haruki's, "Let's get this over with. Let's kiss. If it's bad, embarrassing, or else, we're done with it. We just don't have to keep wanting to know how it will be. What do you think? That's reasonable, isn't it?" Jun suggested, without returning to his seat, actually leaning more and now on his knees, looking like a big cat ready to pounce.

Haruki looked at Jun's hands flat on the floor, and looked up his turned arms to his shoulders and then his face, his bright and provocative look, his devilish smirk.

A strange thought crossed his mind. If it were the stupid otomes his sister played, they would probably say that Haruki felt butterflies in his stomach, but in truth ... the excitement was pumping blood to his cock right now. To think he could finally try that mouth. It was more than tempting _ it was impossible to refuse.

Haruki wet his lips with his tongue to be able to speak,

"Jun ... I want to know," and Haruki jerked forward, taking the initiative to kiss Jun. The singer didn't want to be left hanging again.

Jun let himself be kissed, parting his lips and raising his arms to bring Haruki closer; their bodies coming together. An intense euphoria took over Haruki's conscience!

Jun's hard and warm body against his own body, the smell and taste of Jun aroused every cell in his body in painful urgency.

He came in his pants before he could even think of breaking the kiss.

Waves of pleasure rocked his body, relaxing his muscles. Jun was still avidly kissing him, his tongue ravaging Haruki's mouth.

Haruki leaned back and lay down. Breathing heavily and shaking, he kept closing his eyes. When Jun stopped to breathe, Haruki confessed,

"Man, this was the best kiss of my life!" He smiled lazily.

Hearing no word from Jun about his confession, Haruki opened his eyes to see why there was silence. And found Jun leaning above him, staring at him and smiling like a fool.

The singer flexed his body to sit up, but Jun stopped him with his hand flat on his chest, making him lie down again, and rolled Haruki over onto his stomach.

Haruki anticipated the pleasure of the next contact, but was disappointed. Jun just stood on his side, also on his stomach. And turning his head to the singer he asked,

"Now that we know how it is, what do you want to do?"

'Jun is being mean,' Haruki thought, since Jun wanted him to have all the responsibility for deciding whether to go on or to continue to pretend everything was just fine.

"You mean I'm going to decide on my own something that could change your life forever?" Haruki was indignant at Jun's attempt at manipulation. This was an old scam, which always worked with girls.

"Yes," Jun replied without hesitation.

"Stop it, Jun. Do you think I don't know what you're doing?" Haruki felt like strangling Jun with his hands.

"Letting you decide. I accepted the fact that I want you. Go to sleep in my room. Let's swap places, I can sleep here just fine. Tomorrow morning I want your answer. No regrets." Jun turned his face to the wall and fell asleep immediately.

'Tomorrow!?'

The well-being of moments ago had passed, seeing Jun sleeping peacefully disturbed Haruki. Without thinking, the singer shook him energetically.

"Huh no way! You can't sleep Jun. I want to talk."

The singer knew he was being ridiculous, but he didn't even care about the embarrassment of calling Jun for a DTR. After all, Jun had been the one who forced him to admit the attraction they had, which was only fair when he helped Haruki decide.

" 'Cupcake', let me sleep. You should know I'm not sleeping well since I'm here… But I'm sleepy now." Jun had a sleepy voice indeed. Even so, he spoke lovingly, giving Haruki his first 'couple's nickname'.

The singer felt the heat in his groin again, finally understanding that Jun had already decided they were a couple. At least on his part, and he came there to physically consolidate what he felt.

The Bad Boy's audacious gesture, had surprised Harukiand was happy that he had the courage.

Tonight the young singer learned a lot from the man who turned his emotions into a roller coaster of feelings and discoveries. The desire they shared had dragged them to each other. Haruki lay down again, this time leaning against Jun. The singer made his mind upon hearing his code name, 'Cupcake!' _ just remembering it, Haruki had small bouts of laughter. He would no longer deny the realization that he wanted to be with Jun from the first time he saw his drawing.

The singer was dragged back from his idylls when the door opened quietly, and Haruki looked at the new night visitor.