This is a trial run, so pleeease tell me what you think. I’m new at this, haha. I’ve never shared my stories before.

Friday - Ruki’s Apartment - 5:30 AM

The touch of him was intoxicating. Every brush of their hands sent a chilling thrill up his spine that ended with his vivid imagination conjuring up some while scheme to fuck him. This time, he thought of locking themselves up in a closet, then commencing to tear each others clothes off until they had no choice but to have sex. Wild, animal sex. And oh, was it satisfying. If only it all hadn’t been a dream.

Hideki Kobayashi was a secretary. He passionately hated his job. Every morning, the chime of an alarm reminded him of his duties and it sickened him with dread. Before he considered getting out of bed, his mind, still drunk with sleep, would begin to reach for the phone on his bedside table. It only took a moment until he realized that calling in sick would mean going an entire day without seeing him.

If there was anything in the world that could coax a sleepy boy out of his warm bed, it was him. Kitora Amano. He was a man of incredible height. Six foot seven, to be exact. His muscular tone was impeccable. He had the kind of broad shoulders and strong grip every longing boy dreamed of. His hair fell to the nape of his neck in thick, wispy layers. Its color was as black as the night, with eyes as deep as oceanic caverns to match. His features were soft, with such kissable lips and cheeks warm with kindness. A pair of black glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He was very handsome, and nothing short of Ruki’s dream.

The mere image of Kitora jolted him awake. He threw an arm across his bed and slammed a fist down upon his alarm clock, shutting out the unbearable chime. He sat up, his eyes narrowed while he adjusted to his surroundings. His hair was a royal mess. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the large oval mirror perched atop the vanity table opposite his bed and climbed out from beneath the covers with a groan of astounding reluctance.

Hideki grumpily stomped into the bathroom, his step heavy with drowsiness, and locked himself in. Soon, the sound of running water marked the beginning of his morning ritual. He emerged an hour later, when the scent of green apple body wash and steam poured from the open door. Hideki stepped out with his androgynous body wrapped in a fluffy white towel.

He was very much awake now, as he sat before his vanity table, peering at himself in the mirror. A flick of a switch poured golden light upon his makeupless face, an issue he was soon to remedy. First at hand, however, was his hair. Even while soaked with shower water, his shoulder-length locks were as blond as a gilt flower. It suited him. His eyes were a miraculous shade of gray, with flecks of glistening silver and dark rims. His skin was soft and flawless, with lips of pink velvet, smooth like the petal of a rose. Hideki was a beautiful boy, but he would never admit to such a thing, until Kitora told him so.

He spent the rest of the morning blow-drying, straightening, and curling his hair until he was satisfied. He took his time applying his make-up, but made no error, as it was an act he had long ago perfected. By then, his shapely legs had dried and he was ready to dress. Hideki left his table and disappeared into the closet, where he emerged moments later in a respectable, but fashionable outfit. He wore a black belted top and a skirt of similar color, layered and frilly so that it wisped around his hips as he moved. The winter months demanded he don dark leggings to match his outfit and tall boots to protect him from the snow. He finished his look with a red scarf and the black peacoat he had worn all season. It was his favorite type of coat.

He spared a goodbye to his pets, a Huskie named Balto and Zelda, the cat, checked their food and water supply, and headed out the door with a purse slung over his shoulder. He took a train to work. It was easier than paying a parking fee every day. It would take twenty minutes before he arrived, and he longed to see the sweet face of the man he had so desperately fallen head over heels for.