Sousuke woke slowly, then spread his arm to feel across the bed for Makoto. But he felt nothing.

Slightly alarmed, he sat up, then glancing at the clock, which read '7:12 AM'
"Oh, that's right. Work at 3. I'm an idiot."

Sousuke slowly dressed, pulling on his jeans, smirking a bit when he thought to the previous night.

He understood that Makoto hadn't wanted to go all the way. In fact, Sousuke felt it wouldn't be right either.

This didn't change the fact that Sousuke nearly felt he'd have a hard-on every time he saw Makoto, indulging his fantasies of those green eyes staring up at him...

Sousuke felt his cheeks grow hot, and he closed his eyes briefly, extinguishing the thoughts before they could go too far.

His shift at the station didn't start until 11, so he had plenty of time to hang around, but his nerves were still on edge and all he wanted to do was see Makoto...

Sousuke finished getting dressed, then walked to the kitchen where he discovered a note from Makoto pinned to the fridge by a magnet.

Sousuke,
Heading to work now... didn't want to wake you up because you looked too peaceful :) Text me. I want to hang out again soon.
-Makoto
Or as you so ingeniously named me: Koto

Sousuke grinned and he carefully folded the note and slid it into his pocket.

His ache for Makoto wasn't going away, and Sousuke doubted it would any time soon, so he pulled on a t-shirt and snatched his keys.

...

Makoto sighed, sick of this stupid paperwork. His back hurt, his hand was sore, and his brain was drifting to Sousuke too often to get any work done. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Suddenly, a knock on his door. Makoto looked up to see his fellow co-worker Seijuro peeking his head into his office.

"Time for morning workouts, come on outta hibernation."

Makoto chuckled and stood up, "Glad we don't have drills today?"

"Hell yeah. Pain in the ass. Want me to time you today?"

"Sure, thanks man."

...

"And... GO!"

Makoto began sprinting around the 400m track, behind the Fire Station. Seijuro was timing his runs, and Makoto was feeling confident today, pushing his body to the literal limit.

After three laps, Makotos breath was coming hard, and his calves were starting to burn. Sweat dropped down his bare chest.

"One more lap... you can do it."

What the fuck. Why was that Sousuke's voice? Was he seriously becoming Makoto's internal conscience? Makoto chuckled under his breath.

When he reached Seijuro, they slammed high-fives, and then headed over to the pull-up bars.

From his days of swimming, Makoto was fairly good at pull-ups, and was often a point of jealousy among the other firefighters.

10 pull-ups in, Makoto noticed someone by the chain-link fence surrounding the area.

"Sousuke?!" He whispered under his breath. Dropping from the bar, Makoto jogged towards Sousuke, who held a bottle of water.

"What are you doing here?"

"Enjoying the view," Sousuke smirked at Makoto's tanned and toned chest.

"Shut your gay ass up," Makoto sputtered, snatching the bottle of water. After chugging a few gulps, he raised the bottle to pour over his head, the cool water trailing over his face and down his neck.

Makoto knew this would trigger Sousuke, and just as he predicted, when he opened his eyes again, Sousukes jaw was slack and pink was searing on his cheeks.

"Hey, you got five minutes?" Sousuke asked, snapping back to attention.

"Yep," Makoto didn't even hesitate, quickly vaulting over the chest-high fence.

Sousuke led Makoto back behind the tool shed where the Department kept the weights and other training equipment.

Once obscured, Sousuke immediately pushed Makoto up against the wall of the shed, pressing their lips tightly together. Makoto automatically kissed back, wrapping his arms around Sousukes neck.

His hands wound into Sousukes hair and his whole body felt hot, his chest pressing against Sousukes soft tshirt.

Their breaths came in shuddering gasps, and to each other, in that moment, they were the only ones that mattered.

Sousuke's hands went no further than Makoto's waist, knowing the boundaries, but that didn't keep him from letting his fingertips trail over those muscles that made up this beautiful boy, Makoto.

When they finally pulled away, Makoto couldn't even comprehend the fact that he had to work again after this. Personally, the only thing he wanted to do was:
1.) kiss Sousuke more
And 2.) scream into his pillow about how these damn butterflies in his stomach were getting the best of him

Sousuke leaned forward and let his lips brush over Makoto's neck.

"Will you... be mine?"