Shame crashed in right after the high. Saruhiko stared up at the ceiling, realizing he’d just gotten off to thinking about his best friend, who would be horrified if he knew anyone thought of him sexually.
Saruhiko forced himself to get off the bunk and wash up before Misaki came home and saw him like this. What had he been thinking?
He’d been thinking Misaki’s eyes wide with wonder when he watched Saruhiko work. He’d been thinking of Misaki’s growing skills with his skateboard. He’d been thinking about falling asleep together last night, Misaki’s head warm on his shoulder.