"Oh God…JIRO!!"

The orgasm tore the last scream from Hisashi's throat, and burned every inch of his skin. His body jerked a few times then collapsed on top of a slender body. Hisashi dropped small kisses on Jiro's face while his mouth whispering the other's name. His breath slowly became normal again.

Hisashi rolled his body off Jiro and lay beside his lover. His arms still circled around the blonde one. Jiro snuggled up to Hisashi and buried his face into Hisa's neck. His soft breath felt so hot on Hisa's skin. Hisashi tighten his embrace. His hand went along Jiro's back, traced every inch of his lover's soft skin, and patterned them in his mind. Jiro felt so warm in Hisashi's embrace. The touch of Hisashi's hand on his skin felt so hot but so gentle and caring. Jiro shut his eyes and enjoying what Hisashi was doing to him.

"That was wonderful, Hisa-chan…"Jiro whispered.

Hisashi smirked. "Now you know another purpose of me buying so much Quickly, ne?"

Jiro laughed. "You…hentai!"

"But you like it, admit it!"

Jiro grinned and kissed his lover's neck, "Emh…hai, totemo…"

Hisashi lowered his head and searching for his lover's lips. He kissed Jiro's lower lips gently while his hands went along his lover's back. Usually, the kiss always became into a deep passionate one, but what Jiro liked when Hisa kissed him after sex was the kiss kept going in gentle and caring but still demanding. Jiro slightly parted his lips and Hisa slowly slipped his tongue inside Jiro's mouth. Jiro moaned a little and Hisashi gently explored
the latter's sweet mouth.

They slowly broke the kiss, but Hisa kept going on his lover's face. Giving a small peck on Jiro's eyelids, the tip of his nose, along his chubby cheeks, and his smooth jaw line.Jiro took one of Hisashi's hands and entwined their fingers. Leaning his head upon Hisa's chest. Hisa dropped a kiss on his silky blonde hair.

"I never thought about this before, Hisa-chan…"Jiro said after a moment of silence.

The blue-black haired one frowned, "About what?"

"All of these times I've spent with you…"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…back then, when I realized my feeling for you for the first time, I was afraid. I was sure as hell that I would never have a chance to reach you. I was frighten that I would just ended up in keeping the feeling for myself…But, you love me too…It's the most unbelievable thing when I heard you said that to me…"

Hisashi looked down to his lover and stared at him in pain, "You…don't believe in me?"

Jiro touched Hisashi's cheek with his other hand and shook his head, "No. That's not what I mean. That time, to me, you're the most unreachable thing! I couldn't expect anything from you…"He rubbed Hisashi's cheek with his thumb, "I believe in you now…I have faith in you more than you do to me…"

Hisashi smirked, "How can you tell?"

"I just can tell…don't have the reason why…"

Hisashi grinned again, "You know something, Jiro?"

"What?"

"I've been living with you for almost five years, but sometimes I still can't understand when you're acting so weird…"

Jiro pouted, "I'm not weird! Sometimes you can't explain something into words!"

Hisashi bit his lower lip so he wouldn't laugh. So amusing, his lovely little one. So easily irritating, but he loves him
anyway. "Okay, so what do you mean with something you never thought before?"

"My relationship with you. The love that we have. The urge of needing between us. The time I've spent with you…"

"You never thought about that before?"

Jiro nodded. "Hai. Never thought that it would be come true…"

"And why not?"

"Because you're always act like a bitch whenever I talked to you or every time I tried to make a conversation, it always ended up with Takuro had to give the rehearsal a thirty minutes break so we wouldn't killing each other in the rehearsal room…"

Jiro paused, tighten his grip between Hisa's fingers, "But the weird thing is…I love you…I hate you once, really. I hated you so much until I couldn't tell whether I really hated you or not…until I realized I needed so badly, even though as my eternally rival…"

Hisashi stared at his lover lovingly. "Ano…you know what ? I fell for you from the first time I saw you. You're so nosy, and yes, so annoying sometimes, but I couldn't help what I felt. Especially every time I looked into your eyes. The most cheerful eyes I've ever seen…the eyes I love so much…" he said as he dropped another small kiss on Jiro's eyelids.

Jiro raised his head and kissed Hisashi's thin lips.

Hisashi shrugged, "But I can't promise anything to you…"

Jiro kissed his lover's again. "I love you so much, Hisashi. You know that. As long as you love me, that's enough for me…and…please have faith in me…"

Hisashi brought their entwined hand to his mouth and kissed Jiro's. "I do have faith in you, koi. I love you too…"

They united in a kiss. Right now it's the deep passionate demanding kiss as if they wanted to melt into the other's soul. Hisashi explored Jiro's mouth, touched every edge of it, making Jiro moaned from the back of his throat, asking him to deepen the kiss. Hisashi obeyed his lover. He gently bit Jiro's lower pout then back slipped his tongue inside Jiro's mouth again. His hand went to the back of Jiro's head as he deepened the kiss.

The need of air broke them away. Jiro rested his head upon Hisashi's chest again. He gently kissed his lover's chest.

"Did you hear that?"He asked after a moment.

Hisashi grinned. "It's my heartbeat…"

Jiro shook his head negatively, "No. Listen…"

Hisashi sharpened his hearing and heard some noise from the doorway. He lifted his body a little. "What's that?"

Jiro shook his head, "I don't know…"

That time the door clicked opened and Shirou stood there. His hands placed behind his back. Smiled brightly to his parents.

Jiro raised to sit and frowning to his son, "Shirou-chan, I think you're asleep…"

Shirou shook his head naughtily, "Iie. I was just pretending to sleep…"

"And why is that ?"

Suddenly the boy ran towards the bed and jumped onto it. He fell right between his parents.

"Shirou-chan !" Jiro yelled.

The boy reached out his hands and produced a small wrapped box from behind his back to Jiro. Jiro frowned again and looked to his husband. Hisashi shook his head a little, signing he didn't know what it is either.

"What's this ?" Jiro asked to his son.

Shirou's wide eyes shined, "Open it !"

Jiro, still couldn't guess what it was, starting to unwrapped the box. He gasped as the box fully unwrapped and saw what it is. It's a small figure made of clay of his holding his favorite Fender in a glass box. Hisashi stunned too.

"Otanjoubi omedetou !!" Shirou yelled and threw himself to Jiro.

Jiro blinked his eyes then laughed, hugged back his son, "Arigatou. It's beautiful…"

"You like it ?"

"Very. How'd you make it ?"

Shirou grinned. "I made it myself ! Well, with the help from Teru Oji-chan and Takuro Oji-chan…"

They laughed. Jiro kissed his son's forehead. "Thank you…"

Jiro watched his son sleeping. The clay figure placed on the nightstand.

"He's very cute, ne ? Not like you…"he said.

Hisashi's eyes widened, "What ? Why I'm not cute ?"

"Cause you're forgetting my birthday !"

"Who says I forget ?"

Jiro rolled his eyes, "Oh, admit it !"

"I am not !" Hisashi kissed his lover, "Weren't I just about finished giving you the present ?" he said teasingly.

Jiro blushed. "You…!" He bursted in laughter and hugged his husband, "I love you…"

"I love you too. Omedetou…"

"Emm…arigatou…"