Disclaimer: I don't own these boys and I'm broke. Don't sue me (please?)
Fanfic
By Anahita (psychobishojo@aol.com)
Chapter 1
The younger man looked away and clamped his eyes shut, his face flushed painfully, as he bashfully tried to avoid the searing gaze of his lover that never ceased to leave him breathless. Despite how much he wanted this, it was wrong, he thought to himself, desperately trying to resist the painfully soft, erotic touches and caresses that the older man expertly applied to just the right places on his hypersensitive skin.
He shouldn't want this so much… "No, please stop…" He moaned, though his body said otherwise. This was wrong; he already had someone that he adored, yet despite that fact, he couldn't figure out why he was doing that. Why did he seek pleasure in another man's bed? Why did it feel so damn good?
"Oh baby. Don't be shy… It's okay…" The older man leaned forward and drawled into his ear, the hot breath blowing into his ear, causing the pink haired boy to shudder. It was so nice being with his Shu-chan like that, nude flesh against nude flesh hot and slick with perspiration.
"This isn't right. I shouldn't… Oh…" The younger man's voice trailed off into a breathy moan as he surrendered under the assault of his lover's talented hands and lips and tongue. The white-hot pleasure of it all threatened to leave him delirious.
"Sakuma-san…"
"It's okay, Shu-chan. There's nobody here but us." The older man whispered before finding a small pink birthmark on the boy's inner thigh that was just begging to be kissed. Such an adorable little discoloration, shaped like a triangle no less, Ryuichi noted with amusement.
"Quite a fitting blemish." The older singer noted with a tiny smirk on his face as he idly traced a finger around the outline of the birthmark.
"Yeah. I guess… Yuki says the same thing." The young singer gasped upon mentioning the name of his companion, Yuki. It was as if some part of his mind and heart were still unwilling to let go of the fact that his heart belonged to another despite the fact that his body felt differently.
"Oh God, Shu-chan. I want to fuck you all night long. Please don't resist this…" The older man said, and with that, he sat up and pulled Shuichi's legs apart.
"Please NO! I can't. I just can't betray Yuki and let you take me there…" The boy cried out, making a final effort to get his childhood idol to stop before it was too late.
For a moment, Ryuichi sat up and just watched the adorable pink-haired boy lying there, with his eyes clamped shut and his damp chest rising and falling quickly as he struggled to regain his senses. He was so fucking hot, so very much like Ryuichi was at that age in so many respects that they were almost like a matched set. His passion for the stage, his slight body, even the scent of his goddamn shampoo made him feel like he was making love to a younger version of himself. He wanted the teenaged boy so damn badly that it hurt, and although there wasn't a doubt in his mind that if he pressed the issue, Shuichi would finally stop resisting him and give in to his body's desires but Ryuichi did not want to take his young lover like that. He wanted Shuichi to be completely willing and passionate.
For a long, quiet moment, Ryuichi just sat there, unable to stop himself from gently running his hands up and down the smooth planes of Shuichi's chest, savoring the soft mewling sounds that the boy rewarded him with. He looked absolutely delicious like that.
"It's okay. I won't force you to do anything against your will." Ryuichi finally spoke.
Shuichi gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you." He answered.
"But I'd hate to leave you with this little problem…" Ryuichi added before closing his hand around Shuichi's erection.
"Oh God!!!" Shuichi cried out.
"Is this okay?" Ryuichi whispered in his oh so sexy voice as he began to move his hand up and down the heated flesh while he began to lick and suck a certain spot on Shuichi's neck that drove him wild. "Yes, this is no different than your own hand. Is it not?"
"It's okay…" Shuichi answered in between ragged gasps of breath. "Just as long as you don't come uh, down in there, I'm okay with it."
"Really?" Ryuichi asked as his mind began to think up of other scenarios that he could play out with the boy. And perhaps, maybe he could do some things to loosen the boy up a little, coax him into more open displays of passion. "In that case I'll be right back…" Ryuichi whispered as he removed his hand and left the bed.
Shuichi watched as Ryuichi left the bedroom, he was ashamed of himself for looking so admiringly at the older man's shapely ass. Damn it, what was wrong with him?
And he missed that hand too… Shuichi thought as he closed his eyes while his own hand encircled his throbbing cock, trying to regain some of the incredible sensation of pleasure that Ryuichi's hand afforded him. Pondering the one question that continued to torment him. If this was so wrong, then why did it feel so right?
"I see you already missed me…" That voice again. It sounded so incredibly sexy on the stage and even more so, if that was possible, in the bedroom. That deep, throaty drawl drew shivers up and down Shuichi's spine. The man standing before him now was so much different than the one he knew. He was nothing like the childlike goofball clutching adoringly onto his stuffed pink bunny. At that moment, the older man reminded Shuichi so much of Yuki that it hurt. How was it possible that these two personas could reside in one person?
Shuichi apprehensively opened his eyes. He was weak and he knew it. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Yet his fear escalated exponentially when he saw what Ryuichi had in mind for him. In his right hand, Ryuichi held a large, thick cucumber.
…
O_o
"WHAT IS THIS???" Shuichi rubbed his eyes and reread those last words, making sure that he didn't misread them. Sure enough, the words did not change and he was about to be fucked by a vegetable. What exactly was that all about? And more importantly, what was it doing on his computer?
Up until that point, Shuichi had been reading the words on his computer screen with a morbid sense of curiosity. But as he reread the ending for the third time… He jumped out of his chair as if he had been hit with a jolt of lightning.
What the hell was going on? He thought to himself as he tried to regain his senses, retracing his steps as he arrived home that evening. As far as he could remember, he arrived at 6:30, and as usual, he called out for Yuki. When there was no response, he figured he'd check his email, only to find that his computer was already turned on and that a word processor application was up and displaying some text. That was odd… he recalled. Shuichi never kept his computer on if he wasn't using it and here it was, showing that dirty story of him cheating on Yuki with Sakuma-san…
He was cheating on Yuki…
Did Yuki write that? Was it his idea of a sick joke? Yuki would never joke about something like that. Maybe…
Shuichi's eyes widened as he realized that although Yuki didn't write that, he most certainly did read it. Knowing Yuki, he most likely would NOT be pleased.
"I never realized you were quite the writer, Shu-chan." Spoke a familiar voice, a voice as smooth as silk and as rich as honey. Shuichi gasped, and with that, everything went black.
+
"That was a cheap shot!" Shuichi whined as he lay on the couch with his head cradled on Yuki's lap as the blond writer held a bag of ice against the boy's forehead.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You hit me!"
"Idiot, you fainted and hit your head."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Just as I was mentioning how much I admired your writing skills." Yuki mentioned casually as his free hand found an errant lock of pink hair that was begging to be played with.
"Oh, about that, well you see…" Shuichi trailed off and chuckled nervously as he began to blush.
Yuki grinned wickedly. "I never knew this side of you, that you're quite the slut, Shu-chan." He teased. "And a cucumber no less? Was that supposed to be a hint?"
Shuichi blinked, genuinely confused. He was sure that Yuki would have thrown him out on his ass by now. "So you're not mad?"
"Damn straight I'm mad!" Yuki snapped as he playfully conked Shuichi on the head. "It's bad enough you're a closeted pervert, but you're having fantasies about cheating on me with some other guy?"
Shuichi's face went so red that he was certain that he'd die of embarrassment. "You don't REALLY think that I wrote that, did you?"
"Why not? It was on your computer. And how many people know about your birthmark or that sweet spot on your neck anyway?"
Yuki had a point there, Shuichi realized. Whoever wrote that story obviously did their homework. "As far as I know, only my mom knows about the birthmark." He started, and the neck thing, well he didn't even know that existed until Yuki discovered it shortly after they paired up. "But you're always saying that my writing skills are crap, so I know you would never like something that I wrote."
"That's true." Yuki conceded as he lifted the prone boy up to a sitting position, just looking at Shuichi lying there on his lap was such a turn on. Then again, almost everything about his eccentric lover was a turn on.
"And what exactly were you doing on my computer anyway?" Shuichi pouted as he shifted over to seat himself on Yuki's lap once again. He missed the contact with Yuki. He straddled Yuki's thighs and his arms found their way around Yuki's neck.
"My laptop is in the shop for repairs, and I needed to check my email. And then I figured I'd put some thoughts down while I had access to a computer, so I open the word processor and I came across that." Yuki said, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the corner of Shuichi's mouth. They had discussed this enough for today. And there were far more interesting things they could be doing that moment…
Shuichi looked puzzled. "Someone wrote a lemon about me and Sakuma-san?"
Yuki shrugged, "Apparently." He said as his eye caught the small expanse of skin on Shuichi's neck that he was just craving to nip. So he did, chuckling as Shuichi responded with a weak wail.
"Yuki… Do that again!" Shuichi pleaded as he shifted closer to his lover, and began to rub up against him.
Yuki laughed, the author of the story missed one key point. There was no way that his Shuichi could resist sex when that tiny erogenous zone on his neck was stimulated. "Go to the bedroom and take off your clothes…" Yuki whispered lasciviously into Shuichi's ear before nipping at the earlobe. "I'll be there as soon as I round up some items we'll need." He added.
"Yes!" Shuichi squealed. "Don't be long, okay?" The boy added, punctuating the question with a quick kiss to the tip of Yuki's nose before he reluctantly climbed off his lap and ran towards the bedroom that they shared.
Yuki sat there for a moment, watching his lover disappear around the corner as he made his way to their bedroom. He made a mental note to thank the author of the story for giving him such delicious ideas, although truth is told, he was rather annoyed at this anonymous individual. He never liked to share his toys with other kids when he was younger, and the same held true now that he was an adult.
He made his way into his kitchen and rummaged around the refrigerator, pulling out the one item he was looking for: a cucumber, whistling contently as he made his way to his bedroom.
TBC… |