
a_non_ah_mouse
- August 4th, 2007
Kyouichi shifted his hand
He said softly setting himself on the covers.
“No lay?” Kyouichi asked with a playful grin and wink.
Tatsuma cocked his head in seriousness. “Sit.”
Kyouichi walked to his bed and mischievously grinned at his lower friend. "It won't hurt."
Tatsuma starts to stand. “I can go.”
“No, no. We'll have it your way.” Kyouichi conceded while gently pressing Tatsuma's shoulders down again. Tatsuma allowed this and watched the taller youth calmly sit next to him. As Kyouichi turned to him Tatsuma looked away. They sat, hips touching and not speaking for long seconds. Kyouichi finally decided to break the tension with a well placed hand on Tatsuma's thigh.
Tatsuma turned. "I just-" and Kyouichi stole his second kiss for the day. Tatsuma made an annoyed sound and frowned into their kiss.
"What?" Kyouchi asked pulling away for a second.
"You're always," Hiyuu started before being pulled into another. "Interrupting me."
"Hmm." Kyouichi sympathized while running his hand up the back of Tatsuma's shirt. Tatsuma sighed at the smooth touch and slowly allowed his hands to travel too, first on the hip closest to him then up the other's lean side. Kyouichi's mind went lustfully hazy and he pressed the other boy underneath him, both struggling for a second to get their chests parallel and stacked.
Tatsuma felt Kyouichi's knee prying gently, trying to get his thighs open. Oh no you don't...
Kyouichi struggled to get friction against his stomach and crotch. He assumed the other boy was just awkward and new to this. Needs a teacher...
One of Tatsuma's hands pressed tightly against the now mostly bare back above him, while the other help Kyouichi's jaw or neck, occasionally sinking into the long hair and smoothing it back. Kyouichi grabbed this stray hand and pressed it into the mattress above both their heads, yearning at the long line of Tatsuma's stretched body. His other hand dipped between them, pulling Tatsuma's shirt up then roughly rubbing down the pale stomach. Tatsuma gasped when it continued past his belt and Kyouichi released the soft lips, sinking his mouth into an arched neck allowing the other boy to express and writhe under his thumb's soft coaxing.
"There." He whispered, turning his head and watching Tatsuma's clenched eyes.
Once upright Hiyuu realized he was straddling Kyouichi’s waist and when Kyouichi sat up to see his face, Hiyuu was straddling his crotch. Hiyuu started to pull back, but Kyouichi raised his knees behind him, pressing Hiyuu’s chest into Kyouichi’s. Their faces were too close not to kiss. It was a single long kiss that followed a strangely familiar rhythm. At some point Hiyuu turned his head and licked Kyouichi’s tongue with the flat of his, which made Kyouichi’s stomach suck in with a sharp intake of breath, which burned bright in Hiyuu’s stomach until his hips were coming closer to Kyouichi’s body, which set Kyouichi off indefinitely.
After a few minutes of sitting-up-desperate-grinding Kyouichi gave in and pulled Hiyuu onto his stomach, frantic for a better angle. To the dismay of Hiyuu, they were lying down and not getting up.
Hiyuu smiled into their kiss.
At least I got top.
****
Kyouichi smiled to himself. He finally had the beautiful boy in his grasp, writhing on top of him. Still, Hiyuu was shy and Kyouichi knew he needed to take things slow… though Hiyuu wouldn’t take what he didn’t want (he could throw me through this wall), and what he got talked into was fair enough.
Kyouichi began slowing their pace, rubbing the other boy’s soft back in rhythm with his now slow and teasing kisses. Hiyuu’s hands stayed at Kyouichi’s sides, moving only when Kyouichi tickled his fingers over the hairs at the base of his neck.
Kyouichi’s hands were constantly moving, almost on a mission. He couldn’t help but professionally sliding Hiyuu’s t-shirt up, gently rubbing the smooth bare back in calming rhythms. “See?” He whispered. “Nothing to be scared of-” And it was like a switch. Hiyuu sprang up and away from the arms.
“Wait… I’m sorry…” But the apologies were cut off by Hiyuu pulling his shirt off and then roughly pulling Kyouichi’s shirt from his body.
Kyouichi willingly let it slide over his head, chuckling. “Now we’re eager? Well why don’t we…” But Hiyuu shut him up with a deep, rough kiss that left Kyouichi wondering where this Hiyuu had been hiding.
After long tense seconds, Hiyuu pulled back with a deadly serious look.
“Your pants first.”
Kyouichi squinted in amusement. “Yes sir.” He unbuttoned and unzipped. Hiyuu was still on his lap and they worked them down together. As they slipped past his knees, Hiyuu cocked his head to the side in curiosity.
“Panda bears?”
“Shut it or I loose them.”
Hiyuu grinned. “How’s that a threat?”
Kyouichi raised an eyebrow. “So what, we’re on now?”
“I’m not scared.” Hiyuu said.
Kyouichi looked at the intense, pale face. He had just wanted to kiss and touch him. But if Hiyuu was willing…
“So fucking beautiful.”
****
They continued to kiss and shift, working together at Hiyuu’s pants. Hiyuu’s boxer clad body proved too tempting, and Kyouichi couldn’t help but caress that last covered skin. Hiyuu started to object but the warm prodding also proved too tempting, and he only bit his lip in response. Kyouichi enjoyed knowing his effect and soon neither could hide anything; they were both excited.
Kyouichi had never been a patient lover. His animal-like instincts had come from an animal-like nature, which his body was no exception to. He was enjoying this. It was more than he had ever hoped for in his little hopes and long daydreams. But the strain of the soft skin and soft hair and those fucking lips… It felt like it would split him open.
He finally broke away, begging.
“Hiyuu,” Kyouichi started. “Can we…please?”
“What?”
“Please?” Kyouichi said insistently, looking mournfully at the lean body stretched on his.
“Please what?”
Kyouichi thought for a second. “Pretty please?”
Hiyuu scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”
Kyouichi rolled his eyes. Fuck subtle. “Sex?”
Hiyuu’s eyes opened wide.
Oops.
“I mean, didn’t you want to?”
“With me?”
Kyouichi waved his arms around. “Do you see anyone else?”
Hiyuu sat up and looked away, quiet.
Kyouichi relaxed with his arms sprawled over his head, watching the blue eyed boy still straddling him and using every ounce of control to stop from pulling him down.
“I mean, if you don’t want to… but I thought maybe you did?”
“I’m not scared or anything.”
“Right. But we still don’t have to.” Kyouichi winced, not wanting to stop at that. “But if we are… can we?”
“If we are.”
“Yeah.”
“ok.”
Kyouichi nodded. “Ok.”
He waited.
Hiyuu didn’t look up.
“So… are we?”
“I dunno…” Hiyuu rubbed his arm, a nervous habit from when he was young.
“Do you want to?”
“Kind of.” Hiyuu still rubbed his arm and looked away. Kyouichi was confused (again) and horny (Again, again). He just wanted an answer... a positive answer.
“So… no?”
“I didn’t say that.” Hiyuu looked annoyed at the bed spread.
Kyouichi waited, knowing the shy boy just needed time to express his thoughts. Please, just say it.
Hiyuu’s face contorted into frustration, then what seemed an attempt to speak, then a quick retreat back to staring at the bed spread. Finally, he decided to say it to the bed spread.
“Am I getting stuck with bottom or what?”
“…”Kyouichi wasn’t sure how to answer. He’d only been with girls and this hadn’t come up before.
“N…” Kyouichi started, causing Hiyuu to look up from the bed spread. Staring at his face, Kyouichi magically began back tracking. “Er… I mean, of course I’d like it if…..”
“I knew it!” Hiyuu punched Kyouichi’s shoulder.
“Hey!” Kyouichi said angrily, his shoulder smarting at the half assed punch that would leave an ugly bruise. “So what, now I’m an ass? Like you’re any better! You’re only pissed cause you want to ‘stick’ me with it, huh?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m fine with kissing”
Kyouichi was flabbergasted. “Then why did we lose the clothes?”
“YOU got me to lose the clothes. YOU got me drunk! And now you just want to-”
“Fuck you! Look, insta-prude, five seconds ago you were into this too. If you didn’t want to you could have said so. Quit being such a fucking girl.”
“I’m not!”
“Plus, you’re stronger than me anyway.” Shoulder was really hurting now. “What, I’m supposed to be the one pressuring you? I can’t very well force you. How exactly am I taking advantage of the stronger, faster, better fighter that...”
“Are you taking advantage of me?”
“No!” Kyouichi howled in frustration. “I like you, you idiot bastard!”
Hiyuu looked angrily at the ground. “I’m adopted.”
“Yeah? And a virgin. Get out of my bed.” Kyouichi physically shoved Hiyuu off edge and nearly onto the floor. Hiyuu caught himself with perfect grace and timing. Pissed, he angrily began gathering his clothes.
Kyouichi was angry at the spurn and wanted to turn away to ignore the boy. Still, he wondered if he’d pegged Hiyuu right. He raised his head to watch all the classic defensive movements and body language. But it was the wet blue eyes that confirmed the guess.
Kissed the boy and made him cry.
Hiyuu left, slamming the door nearly off its hinges on the way out. Kyouich lied back, and thought about going after him. If he stayed, they’d never mention it again but would fight loyally side by side, still deeply caring but never alluding.
If he followed… more kissing?
Crap.
****
“Tatsuma!” Kyouichi ran quickly, glancing through the tangent alleyways and streets. Where does he live?
He ran twelve blocks without a sign of blue hair or white shirt. Quick fucker.
Kyouichi figured he couldn’t catch him, but he had an idea where he was going. He doesn’t know the town that well… just hope he didn’t go home.
Once at the school, Kyouichi ambled through the courtyards, fields and buildings. Their eating spot near the fence occurred to him and he found Hiyuu sitting cross legged in a classic meditation style, hunched over with his head on the ground.
Flexible much?
“That part of your style?”
Hiyuu sighed at the sound of Kyouichi’s voice (though he’d heard the familiar footsteps minutes ago). “Yeah, training. It’s not a stance or anything. It stretches the hamstrings. I just like it.”
Kyouichi nodded, leaning against the fence. “It looks nice.” Hiyuu glared up at him. “Not that way. Just comfortable.” Hiyuu lowered his head again.
Kyouichi stood silently. What to say?
“Tatsuma, I’m really not trying anything. If it’s important to you – which it should be, because that’s a good thing. Hell, I can’t even remember my first and I honestly wish it could have been something memorable instead of this blur of arbitrary-“ He paused. NOT where I meant to go with this .“And of course it’s important to you and whoever else you want. I shouldn’t have complained or whined when, shit, anyone would be lucky just to be able to touch- I mean look at you.”
Hiyuu looked up, curious at the compliment.
“Well, don’t look so shocked Mr. Humble. You know you’re fucking gorgeous. I was even jealous. Honestly, I’m happy that you even…”Kyouichi stopped, frustrated with his words. “Look, I just like you. I don’t want you mad or pissed and you’re my best friend and I’m sorry. I’m really, really…”
“I’m you’re best friend?”
Kyouichi looked up confused. “Of course.”
Hiyuu slowly smiled and Kyouichi knew he’d been nearly forgiven. There was probably just one more thing to apologize for…
“I’m not a virgin.”
“Oh?” And Kyouichi had nothing else to say.
Hiyuu also said nothing and after a few seconds Kyouichi began to feel the heavy statement. Maybe he’d been wrong about it all and Hiyuu wasn’t anything like he’d guessed? What if Hiyuu was a player… which would be very, very strange. Still, it was his fault for assuming and now being shocked. Who was he to assume anything about Mr. Mysterious?
Kyouichi shifted, feeling somehow insulted and hurt (jealous? Or just hurt?), and suddenly he wanted to gather his clothes and leave Hiyuu half naked.
Hiyuu felt the need to explain.
“It wasn’t actually... I mean it was.” Hiyuu scrunched his face and looked at Kyouichi for the words. Kyouichi stared at him, dazed, not knowing what to expect.
“I didn’t like it.” Hiyuu said simply as he could.
Kyouichi was confused.
“Was it because it was a girl?” Kyouichi blurted, then regretted.
Hiyuu glared. “Calling me a fag?”
“No.” Awkward silence. Kyouichi kicked at the ground, sheepish at his fumbled words. Hiyuu continued glaring, feeling that he was being accused or questioned somehow. “Really, I was just wondering. Not that it would make sense, or anything. I know for a fact there’s girls after you. Shit, you could wink and be slapping bodies within minutes-“
Hiyuu’s eyes widened and his cheeks burned. “It was a boy.” He said quickly. “A man.”
“Oh.” Kyouichi stood quietly, wondering what he was allowed to ask as Hiyuu’s mind whirled at the information he was spouting.
“Was he bad?”
Hiyuu was confused. “Like bad-guy bad or demon-bad? He was human.”
“No.” Thank God for that. “Was he bad to you?”
“No. At least not until it was over.” Hiyuu thought back. “He was nice. But the actual,” he paused, genuinely embarrassed to be talking about this. “…you know, was… I didn’t like it.”
“Was he rough or mean?”
“No!” Hiyuu stood up, pissed. “Kyouichi, I’m not a kicked puppy! I just didn’t like it. He always acted like he was worshipping some innocent treasure, which meant saying sweet things but … and I know that I’m the less ‘experienced’ or whatever but that doesn’t make me a doll to be bossed around, you know?”
Kyouichi nodded, thinking he understood.
Hiyuu shrugged his shoulders as they began to walk together. “I never want that again. Being told what to do and being treated like you’re nothing but…”
“A pretty thing.”
Hiyuu looked up appreciatively and nodded once.
Kyouichi walked beside the shorter, stronger boy. He understood the feeling- being doted on and having attention, which felt good, but only for that one goal. Sure it was mutual most of the time and he didn’t feel like he was being forced. Still, he hated being so simple to people. Sure, sexuality and attraction was a part but it wasn’t all of him and it certainly wasn’t the most important part. He was also brave, a respectable fighter, a leader and a damned good talker.
More than just looks.
And he’d done the same thing to Hiyuu.
“You’re right. I don’t like that either.” He turned to Hiyuu and touched his shoulder. “No one likes being treated like that. So we won’t. I won’t.”
Hiyuu smiled widely, his eyes lighting up.
“And we can take as long as you like. I like kissing and rubbing on you plenty.”
Hiyuu’s turned his face away at the blatant words, yet vaguely enjoyed them.
“And,” Kyouichi began, bravely. “We’ll take turns if and when we do.”
Hiyuu looked up, appreciative but questioning. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Of course.” Kyouichi put his arm over Hiyuu’s shoulders. “Hey, if you’re taking it up the ass for me, I can at least do the same.”
They both laughed. Hiyuu rubbed his arm.
“That’s sweet… I guess.”
Kyouichi gently rubbed the warm neck. “You’re welcome.”
They continued to walking silently, Kyouichi’s arm comfortably fitting over the shorter boy’s shoulders.
Through the silence, their thoughts bounced away. Little did they know it was all toward the same question.
Who goes first?