Makoto parked his car next to Sousukes police cruiser, then turned off the ignition and took a deep breath. Sousuke had been right; it had been a short ride.

The row of large, identical apartments was always a slightly disorienting sight for Makoto, who lived in a tiny one-story on the other side of town.

Makoto followed Sousuke to the front door, which Sousuke smoothly unlocked and led makoto into.

The living room was small and cozy, with a couch and TV, and a large standing lamp. The living room led to a spacious kitchen, with an island stove top. To the right of the kitchen was a door that led to the bedroom, which had a neatly-made bed and several pillows, and had a connecting bathroom. It was nice; all the essentials in one small space.

"I like it," Makoto blurted, and Sousuke smiled.

"What do you want for dinner? I can make pretty much anything."

"Oh, I'm not picky. Can I help in any way?"

Sousuke was leaning over a stereo player, and with a few button-presses, soft jazz started playing, the kind that Makoto liked. Sousuke looked at Makoto for approval, and he nodded.

"Well, if you could help keep me company, that'd be great." Makoto blushed and nodded.

In the kitchen, Makoto seated himself on top of the counter and began watching as Sousuke prepared dinner.

They made small talk, and it oddly worked. It was unlike their talk at the cafe, which was descriptive and get-to-know-you topics.

Now, they talked easily, gliding over politics, arts, and community events. They talked about what's they were planning on doing in the fall, and after that. It was laid-back and comfortable, and Sousuke always let a hand drift over makotos thigh when he passed by him to get more ingredients.

Sousuke was bold, which was something that makoto liked about him. He seemed virtually unafraid.

Makoto was quieter, more reserved, but with high-energy when he was interested.

The smell of broth and boiling vegetables was mouth-watering, and Makoto wondered how on earth Sousuke learned to be such a phenomenal cook.

At 6:00, the udon noodle soup was done, and Makos stomach groaned quietly. The smirk from Sousuke told mako that he had heard it.

Sousuke watched Makoto carefully after the first sip of soup. Makoto moaned loudly. Sousuke hid his blush at the provocative noise, but Makoto didn't notice. "Sousuke, this is so good!"

"I'm glad you like it."

They ate mostly in silence, Makoto gulping the soup down while simultaneously trying to be polite.

When they finished, makoto helped clean the dishes, before the two retired to the couch.

"Wanna watch something?" Sousuke asked, and Makoto nodded. Netflix to the rescue of awkward silences.

They decided on a sci-fi show called The OA, and settled under a large blanket, Makoto curled up, their shoulders pressed together.

...

An episode and a half in, Makoto whispered, "Bathroom," and got up from the couch. Sousuke nodded and paused the show.

However, as soon as Makoto left the room, his phone, which he had left on the table, buzzed.

Instinctively, Sousuke glanced at it.

From: Haru
Use protection.

Sousukes eyes widened, and he glanced at the closed door of the bathroom. Did Makoto want that?

A few minutes later, Makoto came back, then hopped back into the couch and pulled the blanket back over him and Sousuke.

However, Sousuke didn't reach to turn the show back on.

"...Sou-?"

Makoto was cut off by Sousukes warm lips. His eyes widened, but then he relaxed and kissed back. It was a sweet, warm feeling, and he reached his hands up to clasp behind Sousukes neck.

When they pulled back, they were both breathing hard. Souske grabbed Makoto's chin gently and stared into his nervous green eyes. Makoto's heart nearly beat right out..

"Do you want this?" Sousuke murmured.

"Yes," Makoto replied softly.

And then they were kissing again and Makoto slowly felt himself sliding back to lay on the couch, Sousukes hand just above his hip bone, sliding up under his shirt.

Sousukes mouth moved to his neck, and Makoto arched his back to press their chests closer together, the blanket falling off their bodies.

Sousuke ground his hips onto Makotos and Makoto couldn't help but moan, hands pulling their torsos together.

He wanted to feel that closeness, that burning feeling of lust. He had never been with a man like this. Hell, his friends in college made fun of him for being a virgin.

Makoto bit his lip, but released it when Sousukes mouth reached his again. He hoped that innocence would be disposed of by Sousuke.

Makoto yanked at the hem of Sousukes shirt, and, for a brief moment, Sousuke paused to look at Makoto. But Makoto wanted this... and soon Sousuke obliged and Makoto ran his fingers over his chest and abs, then the muscles in his back.

Their tongues wrestled, skimming over each other's lips, leaving lingering hickies on their necks.

Makoto stripped himself of his own shirt and flipped the two of them so he could be on top. He sat slowly back against Sousukes hips, then a bit further down and...
Sousuke let out a moan, uncharacteristic of him, grasping Makotos thighs.

Makoto smirked, and allowed himself to be pinned down again. Their bare skin was magnetic, always wanting to touch each other's. Makotos mind was numb.

Suddenly, Makoto felt Sousukes hand on his crotch again. He froze, and Sousuke noticed. "Too much?"

Makoto was silent. Did this upset Sousuke? His mind raced. Would Sousuke not like him anymore because he didn't want to have sex yet? Oh no...

Makoto opened one eye. Sousuke had removed his hand, and was now staring intently down at Makoto. "Too much?" He asked again. Makoto wanted to hide.

Sousuke took his silence as a 'yes'. "Hey, that's totally okay. Absolutely fine, okay? Don't worry. I'm not gonna leave you. You're right, no sex on the first date." Makoto sniffled.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled.

"It's okay." Sousuke pressed his lips to Makotos forehead, and then to his nose, and then the lightest whisper kiss on his lips.

Makoto wanted to deepen the kiss again, but he knew that the moment was over. He glanced at the clock. 7:35. He had work the next day. He needed to get home.

"I'm sorry," Sousuke was saying. Makoto shook his head.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I'm also the one who should probably head home soon."

Sousukes eyes widened, "So early?"

"I have work tomorrow. I get up at 3:00 am."

Sousuke looked down. "Can't you stay the night?" When makoto blinked uncertainly, he clarified, "I promise I won't make any moves on you."

Makoto sighed... "Alright."

A grin broke out on Sousukes face. "Thanks."

...

Makoto lay in the bed that Sousuke had given up for him as Sousuke lay on the floor on a pile of blankets. He had insisted that Makoto sleep on the bed, but Makoto felt awful.

"Sousuke... you don't have to sleep on the floor like that."

"I'm fine."

"You're not... come sleep up here with me."

"Sleep, 'Koto."

Makoto huffed. In his softest, sweetest, most convincing voice, "Sousuke... will you please come sleep with me?"

Sousuke rolled over to look up at Makoto, who was looking at him with big eyes and biting his lip.

"Fuck, 'Koto..." Sousuke stood and flopped onto the other side of the bed. Makoto didn't like the space between them.

He slowly rose only his hands and knees and crawled to hover over Sousuke, who lay on his back.

Makoto pouted, "Don't ignore me. Don't be rude." He pushed out his lips with the pout.

Sousuke suddenly but gently pulled Makotos head down to his and kissed him roughly. Makoto settled on top of Sousuke, and kissed back with equal force, knowing that Sousuke hated being on the bottom.

When they broke off, Makoto sighed in content. "That's better." Sousukes breath came heavier, and it was soon a lulling rise-and-fall that made Makoto drowsy.

"Gnight Sousuke."

"Good Night Makoto."

And they fell asleep to the same heartbeat.