No more interruptions

Thomas set the last of the cardboard boxes down with a heavy thud and glared half-heartedly around the room, certain there was something missing or something they’d forgotten that would require another trip out of the apartment. Nothing sprang immediately to mind, but he’d thought similar after their last trip to John’s house, before John remembered the boxes in his kitchen.

“Well, that seems to be everything.” Thomas’s father was smiling broadly as he walked into Thomas’s new apartment, followed immediately by Thomas’s new roommate, John. They both had plastic bags of groceries in their hands, enough food to get John through the night until they could do proper grocery shopping in the morning. “Anything else I can help you boys with?”

Thomas’s gaze followed John as the gray-haired man moved around the kitchen, storing the food while munching on a bag of popcorn. As much as he’d like another set of hands unpacking, there were some things he’d rather they were alone for.

“I think we’ll be fine.”

If his father had any idea what Thomas was thinking, it didn’t show on his face. Fujitaka’s smile never faltered as he bid them a cheerful goodbye and shut the door behind him.

Silence filled the apartment.

A hand landed on Thomas’s shoulder. He turned, wrapping his arms around John as he moved and pulling his lover close.

“Finally. No little sisters, no plushies…” He cupped John lightly under the chin and tilted John’s face up. “Just you,” Thomas leaned closer, “and me.”

Their lips touched, hesitantly at first, just a bare press of skin on skin, and then with more certainty as the realization slowly sank in that there would be no interruptions this time.

The door opened. They were a full foot apart by the time Fujitaka’s face appeared.

“Sorry, I forgot to ask… did you boys want to come over for dinner tomorrow? I know how hard it is finding time to cook when you’re just moving in.”

John smiled brightly. “We’d love to, Mr. Kinomoto.”

“Five o’clock?”

“Sounds great.”

Fujitaka waved briefly before leaving again. Thomas counted to five in his head before crossing the room and flipping the lock.

John was laughing. “What was that about no more interruptions?”

Thomas turned and pounced. They hit the floor laughing and rolled, tussling playfully, switching between Thomas pinning John and vice versa. Thomas’s back hit the floor and he smiled, a small smile but still more than most could get out of him in public. John straddled his waist, grinning like a lunatic before he leaned down to press their lips together.

“No more interruptions.” The whisper sounded like a promise.

They kissed, this time without any hesitancy. This type of kiss was rare for them, so used to having to break apart at a second’s notice that they rarely got to kiss this deep, tongues entwined, exploring each other’s mouths in extensive detail. Thomas was the first to move, reaching up for the buttons of John’s shirt with blatant purpose. It only took John a second to catch on before he started to pull Thomas’s t-shirt up around his shoulders.

John leaned back slightly, looking at Thomas with mischief in his eyes before leaning back. Thomas pulled his t-shirt over his head as John finished off the last of his buttons. Their shirts disappeared, flung off into the maze of boxes littering the room around them. Thomas pushed up. John let him, and they rolled again until John was the one with his back to the floor. Their pants took less time that their shirts, but they weren’t really worried about getting those off, just pushing them down enough to free trapped erections.

Small hands brought Thomas’s palm to John’s lips and Thomas’s eyes widened as the gray-haired boy’s tongue lapped out, leaving a trail of wet saliva along Thomas’s palm. The mischievous glint in John’s eyes brightened as he pushed Thomas’s hands down between them before licking his own palm. He’d never held another man’s erection in his hand. It was familiar, a lot like his own but different in subtle ways. John’s was slightly smaller, not as wide but maybe a little bit longer and the hair that brushed Thomas’s knuckles as his hand reached the base of John’s cock was softer than his own.

The look on John’s face… He doubted that he’d ever forget the way John smiled as Thomas touched him, his lips parted slightly, eyes half-lidded. He imagined he had the same look on his face as John’s slender fingers wrapped around him, his grip firm and sure. They kissed slowly, lips touching then parting, erratic breaths falling between them before pressing their mouths together again. John hooked one leg over Thomas’s legs, bringing their bodies closer. Their hands brushed, knuckles passing each other. Thomas pushed forward, bumping their erections together and did it again. From the way John gasped, he enjoyed it as much as Thomas did.

John’s hand tightened around Thomas as he came, hot liquid spilling out over Thomas’s hand and dribbling down over John’s chest. He didn’t stop, not until Thomas felt himself tensing, his breathing coming out harsher even as John’s evened out. Brown eyes stayed fixed intently on Thomas until he gasped and came in John’s hand.

They lay quietly on the floor for several minutes until Thomas finally moved, groping to the side for his shirt and using the sweat-damp fabric to wipe both their hands clean. He pulled his pants up as he stood, fastening them loosely but not bothering to latch the belt and then reached down to offer a hand to his lover.

“Why don’t we put some of the kitchen stuff away and then we can try out our new bed?”

John smiled widely as he stood, stepping out of his pants rather than putting them back out. “I’d like that.”

Thomas couldn’t help but smile as he watched his lover walk naked into the kitchen.