“Hai, hai.” He sighed.
Once the detective was gone he flopped over onto his side and screamed quietly into the cushions. He wanted to jump him? Hakuba? Yeah, he didn’t want the detective to leave and he had said that he didn’t want to lose him but to …. He staggered upward and rolled off the couch. He was up and on to his feet and wrapping his arms around his waist.
NO! No no no! I don’t like him like that! I just reacted to the touch! That was all! He screamed internally and looked down at his thigh. He could see Hakuba there. He could feel those gentle fingers brushing against his skin. He could also feel his want rise.
Jumping about a foot into the air he nearly tore his hair out and paced into the kitchen. On his way he snatched the food, shifted them onto one plate and tossed them into the microwave. He shifted and closed his eyes and just stood there. Hip cocked to the side and levitating pressure off his bad thigh, hands planted onto his hips and body tense.
He was also failing in every way in forgetting his desire for one Hakuba Saguru he didn’t realize he had.
Once Hakuba reached the bottom of the stairs he leaned against the wall, taking a moment to collect himself. He was still so tired from the previous evening; all of the anxiety, the running around, the lack of sleep… Well, he’d slept, but it definitely hadn’t been enough. Really, though, it was just the emotional and mental gymnastics that they’d both been doing in the last couple of weeks. Just what had possessed him to seek Kuroba for advice, anyway?
Not that he regretted it, but everything seemed so foreign and dreamlike, now. So very, very unreal.
The detective disposed of the material a moment later, then checked his watch and his mobile phone for messages. An alert waited for him there – a case, for later that afternoon. He sighed, adding it to his calendar application, then began the climb back up the stairs.
“Kuroba-kun…” he called, looking for him. “Are you resting again yet?”