This couch definitely isn’t comfortable, but Takayuki cannot impose himself in his one place’s bed with Kiyotake. The other would assuredly wake up freaked out or worst, even angrier at Takayuki to have brought him here. It’s not like he had many options, so he just picked a small mat and a sleeping bag from the wardrobe and went back to his room. Realizing once more how drunk Kiyo was, he went back to fetch a bucket from the cleaning closet and put it next to his bed in case the other woke up with a desire to puke. He laid down the mat a meter away from the bed and walked to the edge of the bad, looking at the burrito that had became Kiyotake’s form. All wrapped up by Takayuki’s blanket and sleeping peacefully.
His cheeks dusted pink and he reached a few fingers to the other’s hair, brushing a wild strand behind his ear. An heavy sigh escaped the raven’s lips and he leaned down to press his lips against his forehead, also taking his time to verify the other’s temperature. He was warm, but nothing alarming. Fingers trailed along Kiyotake’s jawline and gripped at his face softly before a couple of tears left the covetous homosexual’s gaze to fall onto the blond’s cheeks. He wiped them softly before leaning over him again and kiss his face, once, twice, thrice, and a number of time he didn’t want to calculate. This was his one and only chance to do so.
And the worst of it all…
Is that when Kiyotake will leave, his smell will remain on Takayuki’s sheets for a moment. The brunette buried his face in the crook of the other’s neck, kissing his collarbone and the length of his neck tenderly as well as taking deep whiff to remember his scent. He had to stop himself when Kiyotake moved a muscle, making him stiff as a stick as he realized he would eventually wake him if he continued. Clenching a hand on his chest, he moved away and rolled himself in the sleeping bag over the thin mat and tried to fall asleep. His heart was thumping loudly and fast, making it pretty hard to find sleep. He fell asleep a few minutes before dawn, mostly out of exhaustion.
❝ この不幸な心は俺を壊した ❞
The bed is indeed comfortable, but if the other wasn’t so drunk or in for a headache, he would conclude that something feels off with this bed. It isn’t his bed, despite how comfortable it is. He couldn’t remember much either but for now, sleep is his priority. He doesn’t want to wake up, he couldn’t even remember anything even with vivid dreams, mostly him with Takayuki for some odd reason. But one can’t control what they dream, right? In that dream was a different Udou, a happier one, a more honest one… the Udou that Kiyotake wished the other would be. The ideal Udou-kun that Kiyotake wished he would be, but Kiyotake knows that’s something that won’t come true that easily. The other has always been like that as far as he can remember.
Despite being asleep, the other cheeks are stained with a light shade of red from being drunk, but nothing too alarming. He really did have one too many drinks when talking to that bunch at the party. He couldn’t bring himself to make them to stop asking uncomfortable questions, nor did they even take the fucking hints that Kiyotake laid clear to them as he diverted their questions along with some alcohol. Amidst the overwhelming sensation of pain of his head due to all that drinks, he felt something in his dreams, a gentle yet foreign and strange’s caress on his forehead. He couldn’t exactly tell what it was… a mother’s kiss on their child’s forehead? There’s more…?
Kiyotake’s too drunk and too deep in his sleep to really tell whether it’s really that or not.
And as time went on with its pace, so did the pain in Kiyotake’s head subsides or well, most of it, as the rest are there to stay in form of a hangover. Despite the fact that dawn draws near, Kiyotake’s dream remain just as vivid and… strange. He couldn’t tell clearly, but he’s fighting with Takayuki and with the position they were at, the other suddenly decided to kiss the straight guy… wait, isn’t this wrong? He didn’t hold any interests like that, right? Yet here there are in this strange dream, or was it an exaggeration of reality? He honestly couldn’t tell… but as expected of a dream, it ended in a fleeting moment as he resisted. And bright sunlight assaulted his eyes, forcing him to claw his way out of dream land as dawn became morning.
He groaned, not fully awake and warmth became stuffiness as he is still in that burrito wrap…
