Page 118 of Psync
“Hn.”
Haruka shifted Eli’s body until he was draped over him monkey style. It was a much more ass-friendly position, but he was going to get a neck cramp eventually.
But that was future-Eli’s problem. Now-Eli was content with the way things were. Besides, he could always go back to the other position if he needed to. After all, he had gotten a lot of practice with ass-bruises lately. Sometimes he even liked them.
Haruka’s hand cupped the offended cheek gently and gave it a little squeeze.
“Pervert.”
“Hn.”
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Thealways needing to touch Harukathing hadn’t been as awkward as Eli expected when they switched planes. No one looked at them twice, not even their attendants—they had attendants!—as they ferried them from a private lounge to their next plane.
No, the problem had been when Eli needed to use the bathroom.
He’d had to bodily shove Haruka out of the small, but fancy bathroom and lock the door. He could use the bathroom alone, thank you very much, even if he was shaking all over by the time he’d finished.
Haruka’s face was dark when Eli came out, and he snatched Eli right off the floor and carried him back to their seats. “Don’t do that again.”
“Oh, I’m doing it again.” Eli scooted off his lap but stayed curled against Haruka’s side. Laps were not a good battleground.
Haruka glared at him, and Eli glared back.
Haruka rubbed his forehead—still managing to scowl at Eli. “That was awful.”
“And it’ll be even more awful when I stop being able to have sex with you because you hugged me while I was trying to pee, so deal with it.”
Haruka pulled Eli back onto his lap and made a grumpy, grumbly noise.
It was good they had the room to themselves, otherwise any onlookers would have been baffled watching them fight and cuddle at the same time.
They’d stopped talking after that.
Their next plane was from a Japanese airline, and if Eli had been surprised by the way they’d been treated before, it was nothing compared to now.
They had an honest-to-god room with a bed. It was tiny, but much better than what they’d had before, and the service was insane. He’d been told by their personal attendant three separate times that if they needed anything to just push the button by the bed and someone would come right away.
Currently, they were sitting facing opposite sides of the bed, each with a hand stretched behind them so they could still touch.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to know.
Eli turned around. “Okay, seriously who the hell are you? Yakuza royalty?”
Haruka turned to look at him and gave a shrug with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re better off not knowing.”
“Are you kidding me?” Eli tugged on Haruka’s hand, encouraging him to come to the center of the bed.
Haruka moved to where he was led and sprawled out on his back like a big cat. “Yes.”
“Assbutt.” Eli heaved himself on top of Haruka and was rewarded with a grunt. “I am going to find out eventually, right?”
“Eventually.” Haruka flipped their positions—now Eli was the one getting squished. “But I wish you didn’t have to. It’s an annoying situation.”
“So, it’s not that you don’t want me to know?”
Eli had realized early on Haruka had money, but not this much. His dorm room was sparsely furnished, but spacious. The few possessions Haruka had were all expensive, and every item of clothing he owned was designer.
