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It was an evening of sorts. A tenant held a feast within the apartment for his daughter's bat mitzvah, and both men, Koyama and Shige, were threatened to come. They were to be thrown out of the house if they decide to play hookey on the event.
They stay in the corner of this sort of children's party, drinks in their hands and a million thoughts in their heads. Koyama should be feeding his cat while Shige should have been studying on Germany's stock markets. The economy wasn't doing any better compared to Japan, he thought. This war had caused much damage.
They watched the entire celebration go by while they sat at the corner, drinks to be refilled and refilled. For awhile in the merriment, they saw the young celebrant with an older boy, their tete-a-tete led somewhere else outside. Koyama grinned.
"Did you see that?"
"Most definitely did," Shige sipped from his glass. "That light bulb was bound to lose its electricity."
"No, not that, idiot!" Koyama nudged him with his shoulder. "The girl ran off with an older boy."
"Oh."
"Do you suppose they'd make out?"
"You really think that?"
Koyama turned to Shige. "Why, don't you think so?"
Shige shook his head.
"...you've never kissed a girl, have you," it wasn't a question, and it wasn't a lie when Shige saw a grin curl about on Koyama's lips.
"What makes you say that?" Shige figdeted in his seat, and gulped down the rest of his drink. His head started to spin, but he held his head high to recoil from a mild headache.
"You don't look like the type to be kissing girls around at the age of thirteen," Koyama said.
"You wouldn't know."
"Would I?" Koyama sneered, and wrapped an arm around Shige's neck. For awhile they stayed like that, foreheads almost colliding, breaths hitching, eyes blurred with the lack of vision. The next thing happened in mere minutes: Koyama touching Shige's thigh, and then suddenly drowning beneath Shige's lips on his. They skipped the rest of the night and jumped, crawled and writhed into bed, clothes quickly being peeled off from skin.
The night followed with a series of half moans, half gasps and a lot of hard-on cries, Koyama mostly doing the work while Shige received him. He held tight onto Shige's erection and jerked, harder and harder as Shige cried out to him, his voice slurred, "faster, faster."
The night was spent. They both woke up with a splitting headache and hangover to match, Koyama's limbs over Shige's body.
It was an evening of sorts. A tenant held a feast within the apartment for his daughter's bat mitzvah, and both men, Koyama and Shige, were threatened to come. They were to be thrown out of the house if they decide to play hookey on the event.
They stay in the corner of this sort of children's party, drinks in their hands and a million thoughts in their heads. Koyama should be feeding his cat while Shige should have been studying on Germany's stock markets. The economy wasn't doing any better compared to Japan, he thought. This war had caused much damage.
They watched the entire celebration go by while they sat at the corner, drinks to be refilled and refilled. For awhile in the merriment, they saw the young celebrant with an older boy, their tete-a-tete led somewhere else outside. Koyama grinned.
"Did you see that?"
"Most definitely did," Shige sipped from his glass. "That light bulb was bound to lose its electricity."
"No, not that, idiot!" Koyama nudged him with his shoulder. "The girl ran off with an older boy."
"Oh."
"Do you suppose they'd make out?"
"You really think that?"
Koyama turned to Shige. "Why, don't you think so?"
Shige shook his head.
"...you've never kissed a girl, have you," it wasn't a question, and it wasn't a lie when Shige saw a grin curl about on Koyama's lips.
"What makes you say that?" Shige figdeted in his seat, and gulped down the rest of his drink. His head started to spin, but he held his head high to recoil from a mild headache.
"You don't look like the type to be kissing girls around at the age of thirteen," Koyama said.
"You wouldn't know."
"Would I?" Koyama sneered, and wrapped an arm around Shige's neck. For awhile they stayed like that, foreheads almost colliding, breaths hitching, eyes blurred with the lack of vision. The next thing happened in mere minutes: Koyama touching Shige's thigh, and then suddenly drowning beneath Shige's lips on his. They skipped the rest of the night and jumped, crawled and writhed into bed, clothes quickly being peeled off from skin.
The night followed with a series of half moans, half gasps and a lot of hard-on cries, Koyama mostly doing the work while Shige received him. He held tight onto Shige's erection and jerked, harder and harder as Shige cried out to him, his voice slurred, "faster, faster."
The night was spent. They both woke up with a splitting headache and hangover to match, Koyama's limbs over Shige's body.