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*~A whole new world~*


“I’m back,” Maya announced.

“Welcome home,” Ryota called out. “You’re late.”

“Sorry, I lost track of time,” Maya apologized.

“So, what did you do today?” Ryota asked.

“I went to Yara-san’s book store,” she related happily. “I got new books. Yara-san said that he will keep exchanging books for me even now. He’s really a gentle person.”

“What?!” Ryota burst out. “You went there by yourself?”

Maya nodded. “Yes, I… since he was always being so nice, I wanted to thank him. And he was so considerate, really. It’s a good thing you two are friends.”

Ryota bit his lip, but then he nodded, forcing a smile onto his lips. “It is,” he agreed. “And you got new comics?”

“I did,” Maya nodded. “Ah, I hope it’s okay, I took some of the samples that he drew as well.”

Ryota blinked. “What?”




“You know, the ones you told me about,” Maya explained. “The drawings he keeps even though no publisher wants them.”

Ryota frowned. “You shouldn’t read that stuff.”

“But you told me about them,” Maya pouted. “And I’m curious to see them.”

“They are private drawing, though” Ryota argued.

“He wanted them published, though, so, isn’t it okay?” Maya countered.

Ryota shook his head, though. “No, those are… they’re Boys love, so you shouldn’t read it.”

“Why not?” Maya asked. “It’s nothing unbecoming.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Ryota told her. “But still…”

“I want to read them.”

“No way,” Ryota insisted. “Give me the drawing,” he urged. “I’ll give them back later.”

Maya pouted some more, but found that her brother wouldn’t change his mind, so she reluctantly handed the pages she had taken with her over. Ryota put them away quickly. A short while later they had dinner and then, while Ryota was doing the dishes, Maya made to catch up with her school materials.




Ryota sighed as he was done. He felt drained. Earlier that evening he had planned to visit Yara and give him his drawings back right away, but he found that he could do that the following day as well. And so he rather cleaned himself up and got changed, basically getting ready to go to bed. It was late already, after all and a long day way lying ahead of him. However, even though he was feeling exhausted, he found he couldn’t sleep. For quite a while he kept tossing around, trying to shut off his head, but no matter how hard he tried, the drawings he knew were lying on his desk kept calling out for him. HE remembered the wonderful graphics he had seen before. Of course, there had been pictures of two guys kissing, but then, was it really all that bad? It was just a story, after all. Nothing but a fantasy. He bit his lips a bit, debating with himself if it was okay to have a look at the pages he had. After five more minutes of tormenting himself, he cursed silently and reached over the head of his bed to grab the drawings. He put on the light on his night stand, skimming through the pics. The drawings were as beautiful as he remembered. The story was not the one he had come across earlier. He relaxed a bit against his pillow, as he took it in.




The main character was the owner of a small flower shop. He was a rather chaotic guy, though. Even his friend kept scolding him repeatedly for not doing his job properly. Ryota found himself chuckling every now and then as he followed their interaction. And then, one day a young man comes into the store. He…

Ryota froze as he took in the development of the story-line.

The young man had just moved to town and he had gotten to the store to get flowers for his younger sister, who was in hospital.
Ryota gulped, his stomach starting to tingle somewhere between excitedly and uncomfortably. In a way he felt anxious, but even so he could not put the pages aside, but kept on reading through the panels.

How the shop keeper and the young student grew closer bit by bit, starting to hang out, becoming friends and how they then shared a shy first kiss, the student’s cheeks covered in an embarrassed blush, even as he closed his eyes, letting himself be swept into the kiss that grew more passionate as hands started to feel up his body carefully…




Ryota finally smashed the drawings to the floor, his eyes wide, his heart racing and his breath hitching. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. Why was Yara drawing stuff like that? For a second he got angry. How could Yara use him for such weird fantasies? But then, hadn’t he argued just a few minutes ago that it was okay if it was only a fantasy. But then, it was still different, because that story was definitely based on him. Ryota bit his lip, wondering what to do. He got up and poured himself some water. Then he decided to get back to bed. Of course, that was to no avail. After another thirty minutes he sighed. There was no way he would find any sleep. He frowned. If he had to suffer like that, wasn’t it okay to return the favor to Yara as well? With a determined look on his face Ryota got up and dressed. He quickly grabbed the drawings and made his way out the door and mounted his bike to visit Yara. As he was on the way he wondered once or twice if it was really okay to go like that, but then, it was Yara’s fault for creating something like that without even telling him. So he had a right to ask the man about it. With that in mind he finally pressed the doorbell as he arrived.

It took a good minute until a window on the second floor was opened.

Yara blinked down at him sleepily. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I need to talk to you,” Ryota stated plainly.

“Eh?” Yara made. “Now?”

“Right now,” Ryota insisted.




“Well, okay,” Yara nodded. “Hold on, I’ll get down to the store.”

With that the window closed again and Ryota moved on to the door of the store. About another minute later the lights went on and Yara opened the door for him.

“Why are you here at this time of night?” he asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Ryota explained as he wiggled inside past Yara’s form. “And it’s your fault.”

“Sorry?” Yara asked, frowning.

“My sister came to your store to get new comics,” Ryota related. “I told her about the stories you’ve been drawing. She was curious about them, so, since I told her where I placed them, she took something with her to read. I’m sorry about that,” he apologized, “she had no right to take your personal things without permission. I really only wanted to return them to you, but…” Ryota sighed, holding the pages up. “Yara… what is this?”
Yara bit his lip slightly as he took in what story Maya had taken from his personal box.

“My latest story,” he said vaguely.

“Why is it about me?” Ryota asked directly.




“Because when I draw, I can create my own reality. A world that will make me happy. And being able to kiss you like that makes me happy, so…”
Ryota shook his head. “Why? Why do you… feel that way?”

“I don’t know,” Yara shrugged. A sad smile came to his face. “I’m sorry for freaking you out again. It’s never my intension to cause you discomfort.”
Ryota gulped. “Why… why did you make me enjoy it?” he asked.

“Because it would be so wonderful if you did,” Yara answered honestly. “So that’s what I want in my world. But ultimately, it really is just a world that exists in my mind. My very own world that has nothing to do with reality.”

Ryota felt his body trembling. The intense emotions in the other man’s eyes did things to him he did not understand. He felt like he was losing grip on his own mind.

“But when you draw me into that world,” Ryota whispered, his voice trembling, “am I not a part of it as well?”

“Only if you want to be,” Yara told him.

Ryota bit his lip. He took one deep breath.

“I don’t know. I… Can you…” he asked, his eyes getting watery for no reason, “Can you do that? Can you make reality disappear, even for me? Can you bring me to that world?”

“I’d love to,” Yara whispered back at him.




Unable to say anything else, unable to as much as move even an inch, Ryota merely closed his eyes, waiting – for what he wasn’t entirely sure. He jumped slightly as he felt the other stepping so close to him that he could feel his body heat. His heart was racing like mad and he could feel his face heating up just at the closeness. Just like in that comic. Maybe he had left reality, after all. With that in mind he swept forward, his hands finding Yara’s shoulders instinctively as he leaned in and just the second later he felt Yara pressing their lips together. He shuddered at the contact, but he let himself get consumed by the moment, by that wonderfully warm feeling and this time neither of them drew back. A few careful probes into it they were kissing for real, arms wrapping around each other, seeking yet more contact as their tongues shyly began to play. Ryota sighed in delight, giving himself up fully to that wonderful lip-lock. He couldn’t remember ever being kissed like that – passionately, urgently, but also carefully and tenderly, as if the other was afraid he might scare Ryota off. The awareness of that only made Ryota feel even more gleeful. Was that what it felt like to be loved? He figured that it must, because he couldn’t imagine a feeling more intense than that. They kept kissing on and on, both of them reluctant to draw back, but eventually they had to come up for air. As their eyes met and Ryota saw the love shining in Yara’s eyes, he smiled.




“I… I think I like your world,” he mumbled. “Maybe… if it’s okay… can I live there with you?”

“I’d very much like you in my world,” Yara told him, smiling warmly at the man in his arms.

He leaned in and softly pecked Ryota’s cheek. As he saw Ryota closing is eyes, he nuzzled the face lovingly, enjoying the closeness between them. Ryota at the same time felt overwhelmed by the many feelings suddenly rushing through him. He found he really wouldn’t want to be anywhere in that moment but right where he was, wrapped in warm arms, getting caressed by loving lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Hm?” Yara made, pulling back to look into his eyes.

“For wanting me in your world,” Ryota explained, smiling.

“Of course, I want you there,” the other assured him.

“And… will you show me more of it?” Ryota heard himself asking.

He felt fear rising within him, but he decided to put up with it. When being honest with himself he found that it was truly what he wanted and he was certain that Yara would be gentle with him at all times. Yara looked very nervous all of a sudden, which made Ryota smile, but the older man nodded his head and, after locking the door again, led Ryota upstairs to his private chambers. The younger man didn’t really take in too much of his surroundings. But then, he could have a proper look the next morning. That thought made his heart jump excitedly and after just a short while Ryota found himself on a thin futon, wrapped around a heated body that was moving against him urgently as the two of them shared kiss after kiss, each of them growing more urgent than the last and even though they were both still fully clothed Ryota thought he had never been so turned on in his life. There was the hint of a hard dick pressing against his thigh and he moaned at the feeling, rubbing against the bulge.




“Uh, Ryota,” Yara sighed.

“Yeah,” Ryota gasped.

His fingers gripped Yara’s shirt tightly, tugging unconsciously and Yara took that as an invitation, unbuttoning his shirt quickly. The feeling of smooth skin against his fingers made Ryota nervous again, the feeling of a flat, muscled chest alien to him, even though it did feel nice. He tried to relax himself and Yara guided him, leading all progress, always checking whether he did was okay with Ryota and soon enough the younger man just let himself get swept away, enjoying the new and exciting feelings and it didn’t take long for them to get engaged in a rather decent making out session. Ryota wasn’t sure at what point he had lost his shirt, but it didn’t really matter. The touch of skin against skin roused his erection, making it twitch. Soft, smooth lips were caressing Ryota’s collar bone as deft fingers played with his small. Yara carefully moved down Ryota’s body, kissing and nipping his pectoral muscles, teasing his nipples and then moving on down his rib cage.

Ryota sighed in delight, moving into the stimulation touches. His hands were smoothing up and down Yara’s back, stroking him, encouraging him – until he felt hands fumbling with his belt. Ryota froze, pulling back a little.

“Sorry,” Yara mumbled against the younger man’s skin. “Too fast?”

“I… I don’t know,” Ryota heaved. “I mean… it feels good. Just…”




Yara nodded as he pulled himself level with Ryota’s face again. He reached out his hadn’t to cup the younger man’s cheek lovingly.

“I understand,” Yara smiled at him. “There’s no rush. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Ryota gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“Well, what do you want?” Yara asked him, kissing him chastely.

Ryota answered readily, already relaxing again in the other’s arms.

“I… I want to come,” he admitted, blushing again.

Yara chuckled. “Well, that can be arranged.”

He bucked suggestively against Ryota, making the younger man moan excitedly. Their topless chests merged together again, sliding against each other, giving pressure and touches in all the right places. Ryota found himself growing fully hard as he started to move with his new found lover, rubbing their erections together urgently. After a while Ryota almost naturally let the other take the lead again, even move on top of him as he opened his legs to allow the man between them.




“Ryota,” Yara whispered against the younger man’s ear, “you feel so good.”

“Uhgn,” Ryota groaned out, moving against the other.

“Can I… touch it?” Yara asked carefully.

Ryota nodded quickly, gasping as he felt fingers fumbling with his belt again. This time around he let Yara open his pants and grab for his hard cock. He moaned as a warm hand made contact with the sensitive flesh, moving into the touch instinctively.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “just like that.”

“Wait,” Yara gasped. He fumbled around again a bit, releasing his own member from its restriction.

Then he gripped both his and Ryota’s members into his hand together, rubbing them together, massaging them in his hand.

“F-fuck,” Ryota burst out.

His hips suddenly seemed to have a mind of their own as he bucked them insistently against the stimulating caresses. Yara’s chuckle turned into a gasp as he too got more and more wrapped up in his arousal, working himself and his younger lover closer towards completion with every stroke. They moved together, urgently, ungracefully, but with big intent.




“So close,” Ryota sighed.

“Come,” Yara urged, tightening his fist around their slick dicks, speeding up his movements.

“Yes, yes, y-…”

Ryota made a keening sound in the back of his throat, his body going rigid for a moment, before it arched almost painfully, his release working his body in delicious twitches and spasms, as his seed oozed out, smearing Yara’s fingers, making them slick and sticky in just the right dirty way. Yara moaned at the new feeling, his own undoing inevitably approaching. His hips arched as his hand pumped his member mercilessly, making it swell to the point he knew it would burst… and then it did. With a gasp and a few quick bucks of his hips he released into his hand, his breath quivering against Ryota’s shoulder as he rode out the feeling as long as he could. When it was over their heaving breaths got in synch almost naturally as they instinctively snuggled together, enjoying a good afterglow. Ryota thought he must have dozed off for a while, because when next he took in his surroundings he was clean, his pants all fixed up again and wrapped in a pair of warm arms. As he turned his head slightly, he found a pair of loving eyes shimmering at him.

“Hey,” Yara smiled.

“Hey,” Ryota chuckle nervously.

“So… do you feel awkward?”

“A bit,” the younger man admitted. “But… it was really good,” he admitted, “so that’s totally worth it.”




“I’m glad to hear that,” Yara smiled, craning his neck and kissing the side of Ryota’s temple.

The younger man sighed, snuggling against the other’s form more urgently.

“Are you always cuddly after sex?” Yara grinned playfully.

“I think I can definitely make it a habit,” Ryota decided, his fingers playing with the smooth chest in front of him lazily.

“Mh, nice,” Yara muttered. “I like guys who enjoy body contact.”

“Hm, I think I can provide that,” Ryota told him.

They exchanged some more light caresses before Ryota dozed off again, finding a long and peaceful sleep in the arms of his lover.




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*~As time goes on~*


“So, you’re not going back again?” Ren asked.

“No,” Ryota confirmed. “I already applied for Tokyo University and I studied my fucking ass off so I’ll definitely be admitted. Maya is happy here too. And…”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Ren waved him off. “Your boyfriend lives here.”

“And what about you?” Ryota teased. “You applied for Tsukuba, didn’t you?”

“So?” Ren asked, even as a blush crept onto his face.

“Do you really think you can meet that idol guy there?” Ryota asked.

“He is visiting that university,” Ren shrugged. “So, if I go there, I’ll see him.”

“Well, if you do, say hi to him from Maya,” Ryota winked. “She’s really gotten to be a big fan.”

“I’ll get her an autograph,” Ren grinned.




Ryota laughed, walking side by side with his friend towards his boyfriend’s book store. He took a deep breath, thinking that life couldn’t be any better. No, he was definitely not going to go back to his home town. He was at home now. Right where he was. And there, as they turned around the corner, he could already see the new sign of his boyfriend’s shop. “Delightful Books and Bright Drawings” in which they were selling all sorts of books, artistic graphics and an exclusive release of BL Comics that had already caused such a hype they had to take pre-orders weeks in advance. Not to mention their second store which they had opened a few weeks ago, which was selling all sorts of high quality cosmetics. Yes, they would definitely keep having fun here.