“Anyway, all we can do now is wait to be rescued. If Shun and them make it out okay, they’ll alert the village.”
How long would we have to wait until the rescuers got here? Just thinking about it was depressing.
We sat pressed against each other in the narrow birdcage.
“It’s still watching us, huh.”
It’s been about an hour since we entered the cage, but the sentry was still glaring suspiciously at us. It met my eyes and turned away, but looked back toward us soon after.
“Ignore it. It’s just a stupid queerat,” Satoru said, putting his arm around my waist.
“But, somehow…hey, what are you doing?” I directed the second half of my sentence toward Satoru.
“Your nerves are probably all frazzled, right? I’ll help you relax,” he said, leaning over me stiffly. The light behind him hid his face in shadows, but I could still see his eyes glittering brightly.
“Okay. I’ll do it. Just lie back,” I put my hand on his chest.
Satoru stopped moving. I felt his heart beating through his T-shirt. I smiled, and slowly pushed him over.
The pale moonlight illuminated his face as I ran the back of my hand gently down his cheek. Satoru closed his eyes, and kept contentedly still, like a pet cat.
When I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his forehead, Satoru buried his face in my chest.
I caressed him gently from his neck to his wrist, to his torso.
Until now, we never had a chance to touch each other like this. But our usual interactions, snapping and teasing each other, were all expressions of love.
Satoru was completely hard now. Until now, I’ve only had experiences with girls, so I didn’t know what to do with a boy. When I touched him through his jeans, I could feel its heat and pulsation through the thick material. What was I supposed to do?