[Mar 21] [Junjou Romantica] A Date is Just a Date

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Title: A Date is Just a Date
Author: deecherrywolf
Day/Theme: Mar 21 / a heart will always go one step too far
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Romantica
Note: I think this is the longest piece I've ever done for 31 days... the ending was kind of rushed, buuut hopefully you all like nonetheless.



Misaki couldn't believe all of this was happening. His brother had went out of his way and set up a date for him, which was refreshing. The girl was nice and cute. Kishino Eriko was a petite little brunette. Her dark locks curled down her back and her dark almond eyes were bright and full of innocence. Apparently she was a friend of Manami's and had been eager to meet Misaki.

Misaki, though hadn't been eager to meet her, was happy to have met her. Their date had been going well until the last half of it. They had taken a stroll through a nearby park, chatting together about each other. Misaki tried to stray from the ever present topic of Usami Akihiko and focused on himself... which it forced him to realize his life kind of revolved around said Usami... he decided he needed to get out more. But the last half of the date...

They went to a nice restaurant and when inside, he could see the view of the parking lot and there sat a very familiar red sports car... Eriko eyed him worriedly.

“Misaki-kun? Are you okay?”

The sweet, bell like, voice caused him to whip his head over. “Y-Yeah! Just a little nervous, I normally don't eat in places like this.”
Eriko smiled. “Me either! It's like a treat, huh?”

“Yes! Let me go confirm our reservations.”
“Okay.”

Misaki talked with the host and they were brought to their table and Misaki instantly found him. He was about four or five tables away. He was alone or at least it seemed that way. He held up a glass of wine, studying it for a second before his eyes finally caught with Misaki's. Misaki quickly averted them back to his date. He smiled at her, coaxing her to read the menu while he went to the rest room.

When in the rest room, Misaki panted out in fury. What was Usagi-san doing!? He knew this date essentially meant nothing! So why was he here like a jealous boyfriend? He splashed some water on his face, shocked to see in the mirror Usami standing at the door. He turned toward him, glaring at him. He was ready to tell Usami off.

He wasn't ready for the pair of lips that attached themselves to his. His eyes widened for a split second until that tongue made it's way in his mouth and he closed his eyes, giving in to the feeling. He shuddered as Usami pushed him against the bathroom wall, sucking on his lower lip before moving down to his neck. Misaki pushed on him a little.

“Usagi-san!”

Usami took pause and gazed at him with eyes of a predator, that normally made Misaki shut up and shiver, but not right now. Anger gave him the adrenaline to glare once again. “Why are you here?”

Usami straightened a little. “Well, it's a nice restaurant and I decided I would meet an old friend and have dinner. Since you were out and all.”

“You were the one who suggested this restaurant to me!! And just where is this old friend, hm?”

“He's running late. His boyfriend is probably not letting him go so easily. And I recommended it because it is, indeed, good.”

Misaki huffed. He could buy that, but when Usami's sneaky hand had found it's way into his pants, he began to doubt the innocence of it all. He stifled a moan. He knew the man had plotted all of this. He gasped when those fingers wrapped around his shaft, gently stroking him to hardness.

“No... Usagi-san... the stall... ah!”

Usami smirked lightly, eying Misaki's flushed face. So cute. “I suppose that would be best. The stall would be suitable, so no one can see us.”

Misaki almost cried out in protest as Usami flipped him over his shoulder and brought them into the stall, shutting and locking the door. He gently put Misaki back on the ground, kissing him aggressively as soon as the younger man's feet hit the floor. Misaki groaned into Usami's mouth, feeling that hand snake it's way to his groin again. Only this time, his trousers fell to his ankles. Usami pulled down his boxers, letting those fall too before going back to his previous actions, pumping gently at Misaki's arousal. Usami watched Misaki's facial features, the way his eyebrows seemed to gain a life of their own and wiggle a little as they arched and his mouth feel open in the pained expression of pleasure.

Usami breathed into Misaki's ears. “Don't get too close to that girl, cause if you do, she might feel me all over you.”

Misaki's cheeks turned a darker shade of red. “U-Usagi-san!”

Usami chuckled deeply before taking a final jerk, watching Misaki come.

–

Eriko shifted in her seat as she saw Misaki come back. She wanted to ask him what took so long, but decided against it. Misaki coughed and looked at her. “Have you decided what to order?”

Her smile came back to her face and brightened. “Yes. I think I'll have something with chicken in it, since I am a little nervous when ordering beef.”

Misaki blinked and looked at her curiously. “Really? Why is that?”

Her face flushed radiantly. “Well, I always get nervous when they ask me how I want it cooked... with chicken, you can't leave it pink or anything, so they usually don't ask.”

Misaki laughed softly. “I never thought of it that way.”

Eriko smiled and luckily the waiter came over to take their orders, Misaki took one last glance at Usami's table before ordering himself.

–

“What took you so long?”

Kamijou Hiroki sat down in front of his friend, face red, and glared at him. “Just ran into a little problem.”

Usami wasn't impressed. “Uh huh. I actually wanted your opinion on a script.”

Hiroki eyed him wearily. The last time Akihiko wanted an opinion on a script it was the BL one that perverted him. He took it, eying it over, instantly recognizing a name. He glared at him. “... I don't believe you... how do you even know the Professor?”

Usami took a drink. “You have loose lips when drinking, Hiroki... you should know that by now... you talk a lot about your problems when drunk. And when I heard 'professor miyagi this' and 'professor miyagi and his boytoy that', I couldn't resist... So Boy A, what is his name?”

“You should say something to the Professor about this! You can't be using names illegally.”

Usami huffed. “If I had to do that with all my stories, do you realize how often I'd have to hunt someone down? Besides, I change a few things.”

Hiroki shivered. Yeah, like his and Nowaki's relationship. He sighed. “Okay, what do you need to know again?”

Usami asked again, keeping an eye on Misaki.

–

Eriko laughed as Misaki said another thing his brother use to do, but then she leaned forward, eyes full of curiosity. “Hey, Misaki-kun... you live with Usami Akihiko, right?”

Misaki felt a shiver run up his spine at the mention of that name. “A-Ah, I do.”
She smiled, placing her hands together in a small clap. “That's amazing! I've read a few of his books! They are great aren't they?”

“I actually haven't really read them...”

“Oh? Well... what's it like to live with him?”

He really didn't want to start talking about Usami, his eyes would unintentionally flicker over to that table, but he tried to keep his face forward. He forced a smile. “It's all right.”

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

“N-No...”

Eriko smiled slyly. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

The change of topic made him blink. “Eh? N-No? Why?”

She giggled. “You just give off this, 'I'm taken' air about you.”

“O-oh?”

She smiled. “It's good to know you're aren't.”

Misaki licked his lips, little did she know... the man four or five tables away would be pounding him into a bed later. He felt a shiver run up his spine at that thought and almost felt a flicker of defeat ripple through him for feeling like that. Why did Usami make thoughts like that go through his head.

“Misaki-kun?”

“Eh?”

She laughed lightly. “I said... can I kiss you?”

The girl was definitely not shy. But a lot of the newer generation wasn't. He felt himself freeze up. Kissing... he was sure Usami had his eyes locked on this table and if he saw him kissing someone else... he wasn't sure what the man would do. But before he could reply with a no, those soft lips met his over the dinner table. When he didn't hear that table a couple of feet away being flipped, he relaxed a little, maybe Usami didn't notice this brief moment of lips being touched.

Eriko pulled back first, smiling brightly. “You have soft lips for a guy!”

He flushed, how was he suppose to respond to that? He didn't have time to respond though, because Usami was standing at their table. Eriko flushed, obviously an Usami fan, while Usami glared at her as impassively as he could. He took Misaki's wrist, pulling him up. “Excuse me, my tenant hasn't paid his rent yet.”

Eriko blinked, confused. She pushed herself up, following them. “W-Wait. We're on a date, can't it wait?”

Usami took pause, not even glancing behind at her as he replied. “I'm sorry, my lover and I were just going back to my place to negotiate on how he is paying the rent this time.”

Misaki flushed at the meaning of those words and Eriko put a hand to her mouth as they disappeared through the door, while Hiroki took a sip of his wine glass, making sure each tab had Usami Akihiko's name written all over it.

–

“Stupid Usagi-san! Let go!”

Usami grunted as Misaki wrenched his arm away. Misaki straightened up, glaring up at Usami. “Why did you do that?”

“Why did you kiss her?”

Misaki flushed, looking away. “I didn't kiss her! She kissed me.”

Usami grounded out lowly. “I told you before...” he took a step closer to Misaki, putting a foot between the younger man's legs. Misaki gasped as he felt Usami's hardening crotch press against his. Usami continued, whispering low into his ear. “I am jealous of anything that comes near you.”

Misaki whimpered as Usami's lips melted into his. He grunted as Usami pressed him into the side of the red sports car as their kiss deepened. Usami pulled away, gasping. “Get in.”

“Uh?”

Usami opened the door, causing Misaki to fall backwards into the car. Misaki gasped at Usami hovered over him, beginning to unbutton his pants. Misaki flailed. “Usagi-san!! We're in the car.”

“I don't care, I need you, Misaki.”

His heart fluttered in his chest. “The door is still opened."

And when the door finally shut, Usami made sure he'd make Misaki stop talking, except for one word... which happened to be his name.

(The End)