Summary: Love comes in many shades and complications.
“You’re just gay. Trust me.”
After dinner, they had moved to the lounge. Watari had stretched out along its length. Tatsumi sat at the end, one hand holding his wine glass, the other in Watari’s hair. Tatsumi forgot how the topic had arisen.
“I’ve never found the right woman.”
“Me either, but I still think breasts are nifty and that some women taste really good.”
Tatsumi wrinkled his nose. Watari laughed.
“I believe that I would feel the same passion for you whichever your gender.”
For that, Watari had to kiss him. “One day, I may hold you to that.”
“Feel them.” Watari placed Tatsumi’s hands squarely on his new breasts. “Real. Warm. Squishy. Aren’t they neat?”
“Kiss me, Tatsumi.”
Even kisses felt different, the angle of his head, the way their lips met--
High on his success and on the novel sensations his body was experiencing, it took Watari several moments to notice Tatsumi’s kisses were more hesitant than his own.
Watari pulled back “--Seii?”
Tatsumi looked mortified.
“I love you, Yutaka.”
“I love you, too.”
Watari’s reply was instant, but only seemed to increase Tatsumi’s dejection.
“I apologise. You were right. I am gay.”