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There were just some things in life that you wanted to avoid in order to not deal with unnecessary disturbances to the peaceful life you wanted to live. You wanted to avoid dangerous neighborhoods, shady nightclubs, people that were after more than you wanted to give them, and much more. All in all, you wanted to live your life uncomplicated and that included having peaceful relationships and friendships.
Not to say that you didn’t run into your own fair share of drama every once in a while, but if anything came along you were quick to handle it. Any confusion, you straightened things right away. Any miscommunication and conveying of the wrong idea, you were immediately ready to explain what you really meant.
Straightforward and uncomplicated, that’s the way you wanted to live your life.
You even went so far as to rent a one bedroom apartment while attending college so that you didn’t have to deal with a roommate.
You weren’t a completely isolated person, you socialized when you needed to and you had a nice small group of friends to be around. You talked with classmates in your lectures and you spoke to some your neighbors.
Your apartment complex neighbors across the hall from you in particular caught your attention just because well… they both happened to be so pretty to look at.
Both of them the same age as you, both boys and just… so pretty to look at.
The taller of the two of them had brown hair, green eyes, and just the firmest body you had ever seen in your life. You had seen him around campus pretty often, decently popular (no doubt from his good looks), but you hadn’t gotten his name for a while until a friend from your biology class who shared two other lectures with him was actually able to tell you; Makoto Tachibana.
And you had heard that name more than a few times on campus, but now your tall, green eyed, handsome neighbor actually had a name that you could properly address him to.
Makoto Tachibana most of the time seemed to travel in pairs as well, the person almost always seen walking with him and the young man that also lived in the apartment across from yours was the best childhood friend, Haruka Nanase. Somehow his quiet nature was just as alluring as Makoto’s friendliness, though the young man with dark hair and shining blue eyes was less likely to associate himself with others if he didn’t feel the need to.
Unlike Makoto, whom you had seen readily doling out friendly smiles and polite greetings to others, Haruka was a bit more reserved and more stoic than his outgoing friend. It was interesting to see two people who were a bit of opposites have such good chemistry with one another. Their relationship seemed so easygoing and effortless, something you wished that you could have with someone.
You lived across from them for year, but you didn’t really start actually associating yourself with them until halfway through your second year in university, sharing a social studies class with Makoto and being partnered up with him for the rest of the semester.
Needless to say, you got more than a few envious looks from people that were interested in Makoto as well.
But hey, it wasn’t your fault.
If they wanted to bitch, they could have gone to the professor and whined to them instead of giving scathing looks.
And being partnered up with Makoto, meant more than being up close to him to stare at his pretty face; you did get to know him. You got to know where he came from, what he liked to do, what he was studying in university for, and other small facts like about his family, his favorite color, and that cats around the neighborhood really favored him. He and his friend Haruka had been swimming since they were kids, his stroke of choice being the backstroke, and a part time volunteer job in high school had made him realize that he wanted to work with children and becoming a swimming coach to them.
Hearing him tell you of his aspirations, you couldn’t help but agree that the choice he made about his future just seemed to fit him so perfectly.
And being with Makoto seemed to be a package deal because most of the time, Haruka was there with him as well. Whenever you went to their apartment across from yours to study with Makoto, Haruka was almost always there as well. You got to know Haruka a little bit as well, but nothing that you had learned about him was contributed from the stoic one himself when first talking to him. Anything you learned about him, Makoto was the one to tell you. Such as Haruka’s fondness for water…
“What, you mean like drinking it?”
“… No.”
“… Okay?”
Weird…
His favorite food being mackerel and the main dish that he consumed the most often, and after learning that he was also a swimmer (“He only swims freestyle.” Makoto told you) and was actually training to be a professional, how his collection of jammers essentially lacked variation in design, pattern, and color.
Not to mention that he also wears his jammers under his clothes instead of regular underwear. And you only learned this because one time Haruka had spilled some tea on himself and instead of leaving the living room to change, he had instead stripped off his pants right then and there.
“Haru! Not in front of (Name)-chan!” Makoto had scolded him, to which Haruka had just simply brushed him off and left the space to put his soiled pants into the laundry basket and returned wearing another pair of clean trousers.
It was interesting to see the dynamics of their relationship, and you couldn’t help but awe at just how compatible they were.
You wished you had something like that.
You had thought that after that semester was over that you and Makoto would part ways after getting your grades submitted, just occasionally saying ‘hello’ to each other as you passed by one another.
But then again being neighbors and right across the hall from Makoto and Haruka, it seemed like your simple friendship with them wasn’t going to end just like that. So even from beyond the shared class you had with Makoto, you had eventually been let into their small world.
Before you even knew their names, you admired Makoto and Haruka’s appearances silently and from afar. You didn’t dare get your hopes up that you would become closer with them because you hadn’t ever expected that you would. Yet beyond that semester, you were in their company and gradually becoming closer to them.
And while it was natural that Makoto would befriend you, you were honestly more honored when Haruka (letting you call him just Haru) had built a bridge to become your friend as well.
You thought of yourself as lucky to be able to be friends with such two handsome young boys, and you found yourself enjoying their interactions and dynamics, simply observing them. Their relationship had fascinated you and you wondered how deep their bond was with one another after so many years of being friends since childhood.
And you did discover it.
There was a weekend where Haruka was out of town, his parents in the city and he decided to stay with them the entire time and would return when they left back for Iwatobi Sunday night.
Haruka had left Friday night to meet with his parents and informed that he would be back Sunday night.
Friday, you and Makoto were at your jobs so you didn’t really see each other that day.
Saturday morning, you took the elevator together and parted ways to both go to your jobs.
Saturday night, Makoto was as refreshing as ever while you were just a ball of exhaustion.
“Ugh, I really need to wind down…” you whined. “It was kind of tough today.”
“Well, why don’t you come over (Name)-chan?” Makoto offered. “We can relax together. We can put on a movie and have dinner, although I’m not as good of a cook as Haru is.”
You playfully elbowed him on the side and winked. “Oh don’t be so hard on yourself. I do like Haru’s cooking, but I’m not as big of a fanatic of mackerel as he is. So anything you make will do just fine Makoto! Let me get out of these clothes and into something comfy, and then I’ll be right over!”
You tossed your clothes into the laundry hamper, you put out a fresh set of comfy clothes to wear once you got out of the shower. When you had cleaned and dressed yourself, you made the fatal mistake of thinking, “I should bring something over.”
How you wished that you could go back in time and slap yourself.
Makoto was making dinner so you weren’t going to bring your own dish and you didn’t have anything in your fridge to bring over as a dessert. So instead you went for the next best thing; alcohol.
You grabbed a bottle of dessert wine and made your way over to the apartment across from yours.
First dinner, then watching halfway through a movie before shutting it off, and then drinks.
You really wished that you hadn’t brought that damn bottle over.
“Oh uh… I’m not really into drinking (Name)-chan.” Makoto informed you as you brought out two glasses from his cabinet and set them on the top of the table. The leftovers had been put away and the dishes had been washed, it was time for after dinner talk now.
“It’s dessert wine, Makoto. It’s sweet so you’re probably not going to hate it.” you told him as you poured a small amount into each glass. “Just try it, and if you don’t like it then you don’t have to drink it anymore.”
You were cursing yourself to the high heavens for what you had done.
Makoto enjoyed the dessert wine, much more than you did. And you had come to discover that he was a lightweight, though you weren’t surprised. Halfway through the bottle, you were a little buzzed but sober enough. Makoto was swaying in his seat and drunkenly happy; you weren’t surprised to see that he was a happy drunk either.
“I think I better get you to bed.” You said as you stood up from your seat and walked to Makoto, using all your strength to pull him out of his chair and grunting when he leaned on you. “Yeah… okay… you are definitely all muscle Tachibana…” you strained out.
It took some effort but you were able to get Makoto to his bed and were able to tuck him. “Okay, you’re in bed now. I’ll be back in the morning because I’m sure that you’re going to be aching from a hangover.”
Makoto smiled up at you and quietly laughed. “Y-You’re so nice (Name)-chan…”
You smiled down at him and ran your hand through his hair. “Yeah, yeah I know. Sleep tight, alright?”
But before you could even turn away, Makoto whined and sat up in bed. “Nooo… stay (Name)-chan. Haru isn’t here, I need someone…”
What a big baby he seems to be in this state.
You laughed at how childish Makoto sounded. “Oh you were fine last night when he left, I’m sure. And I’ll be back in the morning Makoto. Good night.”
But Makoto had pulled you into his bed, surprised at how quick he was considering that he was stumbling in the hallway earlier. You had landed on your back, the bed already warm from Makoto’s body and the sheets smelling like lavender.
This is a pretty girly scent coming from such a masculine looking guy. You had thought to yourself.
“Please stay (Name)-chan… Haru isn’t here…” Makoto whined again.
Damn this guy…!
You couldn’t exactly fight Makoto seeing as he was much stronger than you. But the more he whined, you had found yourself caving in more and more.
Finally you had sighed in defeat. “Okay, I’ll sleep here for the night.”
Your plan was to just wait until Makoto had fallen asleep and then you would sneak out of his bed to go back to your own apartment.
You wished that had happened.
If only I could take it back.
But evidently Makoto was quite the talker and he found all sorts of things to discuss. Topics ranged from what he thought his younger brother and sister would look like when they were in high school, thinking back on maybe he should have improved on how to do the butterfly stroke, why blueberries were purple when mashed but green when you peeled them, missing Haruka, and then… you.
“You seemed so… isolated when I first saw you (Name)…” Makoto said, having dropped the ‘chan’ honorific about twenty minutes ago. You didn’t know why but you didn’t question it, just letting Makoto chatter away until he fell asleep. “I would see you go in your apartment and leave your apartment… I’d see you walking around campus, but never walking with anyone… Why is that?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “I just like to keep to myself, that’s all. Is that wrong?”
Makoto shook his head. “No, no, no, no, nooooo. It’s not wrong but… I just never really saw you smiling or laughing with anyone. I… I wanted to be your friend. I wanted to be close to you.”
“Oh really? You had a friend crush on me?” you laughed.
“I have a crush on you alright…” Makoto said. “You’re just… so pretty (Name).”
“Thank you Makoto. I think you are very pretty too.” you said back, ignoring the first part of what he said and wondering when he would fall asleep so you could sleep in your own bed. Makoto’s bed was awfully comfy thanks to all the warmth from his body and yours, but you liked your bed way more.
Makoto curled himself close to you, his nose lightly sniffing your hair. “Hehe… you smell nice (Name).”
“Well I did shower not too long ago.”
“And you looked really nice tonight.”
“I’m wearing sweatpants and a sweater Makoto. I’m not dressed that nice.”
“You always look nice (Name)… You always look good… You’re just so pretty…”
His tone had changed with those last four words.
Makoto had back off your body a little bit, but used his hand to turn your head to look at him.
You’d had a decent number of partners in bed before, and you’d fantasized more than you could count the number of people you wished that would take you to bed. But never had you thought about sleeping with Makoto, never had you thought about him in that way. You thought he was a pretty face but you had never thought about what his body would be like naked and fucking you. But now that the thought had entered your mind, your body temperature had risen and there was an aching in your body that you wanted to be satisfied.
And you wanted Makoto to be the one to do it.
You should have stopped yourself, should have stopped Makoto.
You should have remembered that you were both drunk, him more than you.
You hadn’t known that night would lead to such complications.
Complications were what you wanted to avoid.
Damn fucking dessert wine…
But no, instead you reached your hand to touch Makoto’s thigh and admired the muscles. You drew your hand up, further and further until you were cupping his erection. You didn’t stop as Makoto’s hand moved to cup your breast in his hand, warm and lightly squeezing.
You remembered that night vividly, how he had expertly removed your clothes, how you kissed all over the top half of his body, moving further down until your mouth was on him, how Makoto returned the favor and ate you out so achingly good, and how his hands held your hips as fucked the hell out of you.
First on your back, then he was on his back, then sitting on his lap, and then on all fours and gripping the headboard.
It was the best sex you had ever had.
But you hadn’t anticipated the results from it.
Not until two days after Haruka had returned home Sunday night.
Sunday morning, you and Makoto had slept in. You nursed his hangover like you knew he would have, and after a lingering kiss, you went back to your apartment.
Sunday afternoon, you walked around your apartment with a big smile on your face.
Sunday night, as you were leaving to go meet up with a friend of yours, you had run into Haruka as he was walking down the hallway. “You’re back Haru. How was meeting with your parents?” you asked.
“It was nice to see them again. They told me the usual, they were proud of me and told me to work hard.” Haruka informed you. He was silent for a moment, gazing at you. “You seem happy. Did something happen?”
You laughed and shook your head. “Oh no… I’m just really excited to go meet with a friend. Go on ahead to your apartment Haru. Makoto’s been missing you. Kept on blathering on Saturday night about it.”
“Oh has he?”
“Yup. So I’ll see you tomorrow, good night Haru.”
“Good night (Name).”
Monday proceeded as normal.
Tuesday… that’s when things had changed.
You had texted Makoto as you were returning home from your night class about having dinner with him and Haruka. He had texted back right away saying that it would be fine. You texted back that you would be there in about twenty minutes or so. And you said twenty minutes because you thought about walking to the nearest store to pick something up. He said that they would leave the door open for you.
But you had no money on you, so you decided to skip picking something up when you found out. If only there had been traffic or someone sent you an emergency text saying that they needed you right away. Or if only you had remembered to grab your change at home and put it in your wallet.
But you had cluelessly walked back to the apartment complex, having no clue what you were going to run into.
Eight minutes earlier than they had expected you to arrive.
You let yourself in, the door unlocked for you like Makoto had said.
But when you walked in, there was no sign of either boy in the kitchen or living room.
So you walked to the hallway where the bedrooms where, wondering why there were strange sounds coming from Makoto’s bedroom.
Slowly you had opened the door, your breath caught in your throat from the sight you saw.
You watched for what felt like an eternity, but left quickly when you realized that you were intruding.
Silently and carefully, you left the bedroom.
Put your shoes on and left their apartment.
You texted one of your friends to crash at their place for the night, maybe even the next couple of days.
You reached the elevator and once the doors had shut, you let out a string of curses. “Fuck! Oh… fuck! Shit, damn, fucking hell! I just… I just…!”
When the elevator stopped on a floor to pick someone up, you silenced yourself. But there was no denying how red you were; your face was flaming at the moment but you managed to remain calm. A strange tingling feeling had creeped up in your body from what you had seen, but at the moment panic and shock were overriding that feeling that you got from when you were aroused.
The elevator dropped that person off two floors down and you were alone again, free to curse out loud once again. “Shit, shit, shit! What have I done? Oh my fuck… what the hell have I done? I… I fucked someone’s boyfriend!”
You had learned just how close Makoto and Haruka really were to one another.
What you had walked into when you opened Makoto’s door was Haruka riding his cock, telling him how much he missed him too while he was away. But more than just that, Haruka had looked your way, apparently having heard you enter.
And with that gaze, you knew that he knew that you had slept with Makoto.
This had gotten complicated.