“You need to calm down, dude.” Uta pops an eyeball into his mouth as Yomo paces before him.
“I can’t. Touka seems so angry – and I can’t reach her.” Yomo scowls.
“I mean, you could have always started with honesty and then you’d never have to worry about confessing.” Uta licks his lips. “But that wouldn’t be your way, eh? Always the hard way.”
“I don’t know any other,” Yomo says gruffly.
“That’s something you and I have in common, dear Renji.” Uta stands and begins massaging Yomo’s shoulders. “Hell, could you be more tense?”
“You’re not helping,” Yomo mutters.
“Oh?” Uta buries his face in Yomo’s shoulders. “Is that so?”
Yomo sighs. “Why are you like this?”
“Maybe someday you’ll learn I’m your uncle,” Uta teases. He wiggles his eyebrows.
Yomo has to laugh. He allows Uta to lead him upstairs, to his bedroom. Uta beckons for him to lay down.
“Let me massage your feet or something. Help you relax.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Uta slides his hand between Yomo’s thighs. He groans in respond, and Uta smiles even more at the sound. “I’m your friend, right?”
Mercy and Magic 