A Deal and A Duel (Part 3)
It was Sunday when they’d come to their agreement, and to Kyouichi’s dismay nothing had happened for four days. Sure, they’d made out and fooled around (especially between classes in the locker room closet) but hadn’t made good on their deal.
There had been chances. Hiyuu stayed at Kyouichi’s house every night except Wednesday, yet still nothing happened. Now it was Friday and Kyouichi was looking forward to the weekend. He might have an excuse to get the shorter boy a little drunk.
But for now, they were still in school.
***
Aio’s father had bought her a new Zune on his most recent trip to Bejing. It was a marvel of technology. It was purple, sleek, video capable, web can compatible and held a half-gig of memory. Everyone had been impressed with the expensive purple box, but no one had been more impressed than Hiyuu. He didn’t have internet at his house or a TV, and he’d never seen any type of MP3 player at the Dojo. He looked at it curiously and when he finally figured out what it did it seemed magical.
Kyouichi was decidedly unimpressed. He took one look at it and snatched it from Aio.
“What’s with the crappy music? And why do you only have 150 songs on here? You could fit three times that, genius.”
“Kyouichi!” Yelled Sakurai.
“It’s ok.” Said Aoi, only wanting peace between her friends. “Honestly I didn’t know what to put on it. My father gave it to me with a card for 150 songs. I just looked for whatever I could think of at the time.”
“Wait, wait… you actually paid for your music? Are you an idiot?” Kyouichi looked disgusted at the legitimately secured music carrier. “I could save your Dad a ton of money getting you some free music AND make sure it’s decent stuff too.”
“That would be great!” Aio said, happily. “Why don’t you hang onto it for the weekend. It took me two hours just to download those songs.”
“Eh, it’s no big deal. Let’s flip through what you got anyway…” And his thumb expertly caressed the little purple square. “You have ‘Maximum the Hormone’. Nice. I like that anime, what’s-it-called…” He looked thoughtful. “Eh, slipped my mind.”
He kept spinning his thumb slowly and Hiyuu couldn’t help but looked interested.
“Wait! You have ‘Music is my hot, hot sex’? I love that song!” He clicked a button and a barely decipherable noise floated up from the delicate earplugs. Kyouichi frowned and stopped the song.
“Hang on… let me see if this…” and his thumb flew over various buttons, until he found what he was looking for and held the screen up for Aio to see. “If you ever want more than one person to listen to it, go to Options, then to Sound Quality, then pick Mini Speakers. Got it?” Aio nodded and then the earplugs were playing a quiet but distinguishable 4x4 beat. Kyouichi’s head immediately started nodding on beat, then his shoulders were shifting on beat and when Aio smiled shyly, Kyouichi took the petite body in his arms and Hiyuu watched.
The song got to its first verse and Hiyuu’s training in English was tipping him off to the point of the song.
Kyouichi’s hips were swaying slowly and then they were doubling up on the beat and it occurred to Hiyuu that Kyouichi might just be able to really shake that ass.
And he really, really wanted to be alone with him… When the bell rang.
“Shit, I guess lunch is over. Well, here you go.” Hiyuu nearly cried out as Kyouichi handed Aio the magic-purple-box that made Kyouichi move.
“No, it’s ok. You can keep it until Monday.” Aio looked over at Hiyuu for a split second and then hurried off to class with the other two.
Kyouichi looked over at Hiyuu with a crooked smile. “Guess we have something to play with this weekend, huh?”
Hiyuu nodded but didn’t say anything as they walked into the building together.
Class was going to be way too long.
***
“She, her, hers, herself…” drowned on Maria. Hiyuu’s mind was far from case differentiating pronouns though.
Kyouichi’s body was rocking slowly to a 4x4 beat. His shoulders were bouncing subtly, and when the song reached a strong note, his lips pursed slightly while his eyes closed. Hiyuu could feel his fingers following the edge of Kyouichi’s jaw, down his neck, along his tanned clavicle, then circling down the center of his chest and past his stomach. Kyouichi shoves his ringed thumb into his belt loop, grins wikedly, and the song plays slower as Kyouichi leans his torso left while his hips press forward, his back arching slightly, and his lips brushing Hiyuu's shoulder …
Hiyuu was enjoying the visually accompanied the song… when he realized he had a hard on.
The warmth creep into his face. He stared intently at the board while crossing his legs and dropping a hand into his lap. He’d learned his lesson about looking uninterested and didn’t push his luck with Maria. He could sneak a peak at the clock though…
Twenty-five minutes.
With the exception of training, this was the hardest thing he'd reserved himself to live through. Luckily he knew how to handle things like this.
Breathe. It will end.
***
Kyouichi had seen Hiyuu staring intently at the Zune, and then staring intently at his body as he was dancing with Aoi. To any other it would look like he was simply being the weird silent type. But Kyouichi could read Hiyuu like a book. Hiyuu was excited. Which made Kyouichi impatient.
***
“Maria! I don’t feel so good. I’m going to the nurse’s.” Kyouichi stood and began walking toward the front of the room. His hip brushed Hiyuu’s shoulder as he passed, and Hiyuu resisted the urge to turn towards him.
“Kyouichi, sit down and pretend to have a brain for twenty minutes.”
“No can do! I got this terrible hip problem see?” Kyouichi said lifting his shirt to his chin (to the vocally confirmed merriment of many girls). He began expertly shifting his hips in a figure eight. “See? And you’re sister said she’d take care of it if I met her in the girl’s bathroom.”
“Kyouichi!!!...” Maria started. “If you don’t sit down this second I will rip your hips off your…” But Kyouichi was at the door.
“You shouldn’t waste class time yelling at me. You’ve only got twenty-three minutes left.” Kyouichi said as the door closed behind him.
The entire class giggled and murmured, expect Hiyuu who was wrestling with the idea of leaving. He was sure Kyouichi wanted him to but he wasn’t the anti-authority type. Strangely, even for his hard on and the fact that a very sexy and possibly dancing Kyouichi was probably waiting in the closet for him, he just couldn’t make himself stand up.
I am a pathetic goody-two-shoes.
Which was when the fire alarm went off.
***
Hiyuu walked calmly with the rest of the class, looking for a sign or indication. It didn’t take long; as he was heading toward the exit two strong arms yanked him out of the back of the line into the boy’s locker room.
“Hey.” Kyouichi said after a two minute slam-fest of bodies and lips. “Wanna ditch this party? Get a better one going, yeah?”
Hiyuu nodded and Kyouichi led him to a window in the back of the locker room. They hopped out the two story window and dropped to the ground (Hiyuu on both feet, Kyouichi on one knee) and quietly crossed the courtyard to the fields. Once at the fields they looked at each other and instantaneously started running.
Hiyuu was the quicker runner and was seven strides ahead before he realized he wasn’t trying to win. He slowed to a jog so Kyouichi catch keep up.
Kyouichi noticed the Hiyuu’s pace slowing and thought of a quick trick. He picked up speed behind Hiyuu and, once he was close enough, grabbed the shorter boy’s shoulders for support and launched over the dark head.
Hiyuu felt the hands on his shoulders and saw the body flying over him. He laughed and waited for the right moment…
Now.
And caught Kyouichi as if he’d caught a purse or book bag.
Kyouichi looked up, stunned at the show of timing and strength.
“Nice catch.”
“Nice jump.”
Hiyuu set Kyouichi back on his feet, and they walked leisurely away from the school. No one was looking for them.
“So I saw you looking at me.” Kyouichi said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“Don’t try acting innocent. Dancing? Song? You were drooling, remember?”
“Oh, you mean with that purple-thing of Aoi’s?”
“Purple-thing? Are you from Fuedal Japan? It’s called an MP3 player. It plays music.”
“I know what it does, just not the stupid name.”
“It’s not a stupid name.”
“Then what’s it mean?”
Kyouichi thought for a second and nothing occurred to him. “Er… I guess I don’t know. But at least I know the name like everyone else.” Hiyuu said nothing in response and Kyouichi realized he’d gotten off track. “Regardless the name… you liked it right?”
“Yeah.” Hiyuu felt weird answering the leading question.
“How much?”
Hiyuu looked over at the taller boy, confused. "Lots?”
“Lots?” Kyouichi nodded. “That’s good. Course you haven’t seen much yet.”
“What do you mean?”
Kyouichi smiled. “I’m mysterious too.”
***
Hiyuu followed Kyouichi back to and into his house. They’d been walking and talking, enjoying both each other’s company and the thoughts of the time to come.
“Home sweet home.” Kyouichi said, opening his bedroom door for the dark haired boy.
“Did you clean it?” Hiyuu said looking around, impressed. Kyouichi didn’t respond. Hiyuu turned in time to see Kyouichi plugging the Zune into a laptop on his desk.
“ Let’s hear that song again.”
Hiyuu tried to keep the excitement off his face but when the beat started, Kyouichi started.
A simple and slight twitch in his hips kept the rhythm. His arms were bent at his side and his hands slid up his chest, then back down past his belt. Kyouichi winked at Hiyuu and his hands slid between his thighs. Hiyuu gulped. Kyouichi started to bend his knees slowly, opening his legs and half grinning at Hiyuu and then his butt was inches off the ground, and when the synced-out guitar started its melody Kyouichi was popping to the bass drum.
The song reached its first verse and Kyouichi was suddenly standing again. He skipped, hopped around the room in time with the music, heel-toe-heel-pause, one two three and. He was making his way to Hiyuu and when they were inches apart, Kyouichi started doubling his movements to the timing, left-middle-left, right-middle-right, all while making small hops that brought their bodies closer. Hiyuu was completely still, about to explode. The song continued. Kyouichi tortured Hiyuu by keeping his face beside Hiyuu’s and letting his body rock and writhe to the music. He started lowering his body again, his face reaching waist level before he danced his way back to Hiyuu’s face and kissed him.
Which was when their crouches finally brushed and Kyouichi’s hands grabbed Hiyuu’s hips and their stomach’s rubbed together, and their lips met and remet … and Kyouichi kept thinking the same thing.
This is going to be the worst case of blue balls ever.
***
They’d tumbled onto the bed soon after the song ended. Luckily, Kyouichi had a playlist on so there was no need to rise.
Hiyuu’s shirt came off first (Kyouichi was always eager to loose shirts). Kyouichi’s followed quickly and they began their nightly ritual of half kissing-half wrestling for top position.
Hiyuu knew that Kyouichi liked him and he no longer worried about upsetting the long-haired boy. Hiyuu wanted top as much as Kyouichi and Kyouichi wouldn’t steal it from him by faking angry or through physical strength.
This both excited and enraged Kyouichi. It made for heated and rolling make-out sessions (and in the case of Tuesday night a full wrestling match, of which Hiyuu quickly claimed victory). He knew Hiyuu was interested in him, but was only half interested in sex. Unfortunately Kyouichi was interested in the same half of sex.
Hiyuu slammed Kyouichi’s back into the bed and ran his hands across the stomach and his mouth was following and Kyouichi clenched his jaw, trying to stay in control (he didn’t want to get pinned again). Kyouichi’s hands were running through Hiyuu’s hair though and suddenly Kyouichi had a thought that seemed midway.
***
Hiyuu was kissing and licking the flat stomach and smooth chest, enjoying Kyouichi’s hands playing in his hair when he started to feel pressure on the top of his head. He tried to ignore it, but Kyouichi became more insistent, trying to push the dark head down further.
Hiyuu smiled into the hip bone and picked his head up. “Trying to tell me something?”
“Huh?” Kyouichi opened his eyes and slowly pulled his hands back. “I wasn’t…”
“Yeah right. This isn’t my first time around.”
“Oh.” Kyouichi’s pants were way too small to be talking. Something need to give. “Ok, yeah, I wanted a blow job- so shoot me, alright?”
Hiyuu sat back and Kyouichi’s mind was cloudy, horny, and flustered. He knew he needed to talk Hiyuu into something or he was going to burst.
“Hiyuu, can we please have… or do…”
“Sex?”
“YES!”
“Sure.”
Kyouichi’s face lit up and he flew across his room, almost tore his drawer apart looking for a condom. He found the precious package and turned back to Hiyuu.
Hiyuu made a face. “No one’s getting pregnant here.”
Kyouichi blinked once before tossing the golden package to the side and launching back into bed.
“Ok. Ignore that. Let’s go.”
“Alright.” But Hiyuu didn’t move. Kyouichi sat for a second before diving into a kiss the emotionless face. No response. Kyouichi ran his hands where he knew Hiyuu wouldn’t be able to ignore him… only to get no response.
Kyouichi sat back. “What're you doing?”
Hiyuu leaned back. “Waiting for you to bend over.”
Kyouichi had not forgotten their agreement. He was ready for this debate.
“Actually, I've been thinking about that- you should probably go first. Consider- I’ve never tried anything like this before. Also, you plenty of experience with this sort of thing. Hence, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal for you to do what you've already done before, and I have a fair reason to hold off, right?.”
“True. You’re still going first.” Hiyuu had also been ready. “Because I have more experience I'm the one who won't mess up and hurt you. Like you said, you've never done this and I'd hate for you to screw it up. Don't worry- I know how and promise to make you as comfortable as I can. And if you’re not too tired, we’ll go for a second round and you can still get your turn after you get your first example.”
Kyouichi responded quickly “But since I don't know what its like don’t you think it would be better if I saw how it everything works before I subject myself? Then I wouldn't be alarmed.”
Hiyuu smiled. “Sure. Invite Diago over and we’ll show you.”
Kyouichi’s smile vanished. “Not what I was suggesting.”
“It was a joke.”
“Hm.” Kyouichi said simply. He was starting to feel that painful draining that signed he either needed to go to the bathroom or talk Hiyuu into something soon. “Look, there’s got to be a fair way of deciding this.”
“Sure. How about a race?”
“No.”
“Arm wrestling?”
“No.”
“Most pushups?”
“N…” He looked up curiously at Hiyuu. Hiyuu cocked a half-smile.
“Wanna try me?”
Kyouichi thought better of it. “No, nothing like that. This isn’t the Olympics. This is the bedroom.”
“Fair enough. You come up with something then.” Hiyuu laid back with his arms over his head and shut his eyes. Kyouichi racked his brain for anything he’d be better at than Hiyuu. They couldn’t very well have a dance off. That did give him an idea though.
“Ok… how about balance?”
Hiyuu wanted to smile but left his face expressionless.
“Sounds good to me. How’s it going to work?”
“Whoever stands on one foot for the longest time. You can’t let the left foot touch the ground.”
“Cool.”
Both boys rose from the bed and took their places three feet apart from each other, mostly naked.
“Ready?”
“Set.”
“Go.”
Both left feet left the ground.
And Kyouichi knew his mistake.
Hiyuu stood with both hands pressed into a strange diamond formation that included his index fingers bending in the same way it did when he fought. His left foot was tucked under him like he was sitting Indian style in the air and his right leg stood steady as a rock beneath him.
Kyouichi wobbled uneasily, spreading his arms and left leg out for balance. He felt himself drifting to the left so he waved his hands in circles. They stood for six or seven minutes- Kyouichi wobbling to and fro while Hiyuu stood still as a statue with his eyes closed. It seemed it would never end and Kyouichi’s thigh was beginning to burn.
Kyouichi was wondering how could Hiyuu could be better at freaking everything when he felt muscle spasm and couldn’t help but hop an inch before catching his balance again.
Hiyuu smiled and looked up. “So that’s it.” He started to lower his foot when Kyouichi yelled.
“No! I said the left foot couldn’t touch the ground. I just hopped on my right.”
Hiyuu frowned and pulled his leg back underneath his butt. “Alright, I can wait. Even if you are cheating.”
“I am not cheating.” Kyouichi said. “I made the rules, remember? This is not cheating in the least.” Kyouichi looked at Hiyuu and realized that the other boy had his eyes closed again and wasn’t listening to him.
This is cheating.
Kyouichi stuck his leg out and shoved Hiyuu’s stomach with his big toe.
Hiyuu’s eyes flew open and he hopped backwards to catch his balance. “Hey! You’re not allowed to do that.”
“Tough.” Kyouichi said happy to see the always cool and calm Hiyuu hopping around like a retard too.
“Tough? Alright.” And Hiyuu jumped off his right foot, twisted his body into a face-level spinning kick and landed on his right foot seamlessly. “The next one’s going in your knee. Now stay over there and don’t touch me.”
Kyouichi stuck his tongue out. “You’re no fun. I’m just trying to make this a little more interesting while we’re waiting.”
“For you to lose.” Hiyuu said without opening his eyes or disturbing his form.
Kyouichi glared at the closed eyes and when the pillow slammed into Hiyuu’s face he really hadn’t expected it.
Hiyuu’s body was falling backward. He hopped around sporadically, with his arms flying in all directions and finally stuck his left leg in front of him and bent his right knee in order to lower his body until he his butt was inches off the ground. He wrapped his arms around his left knee, closed his eyes and slowly raised his body from a crouch to standing on one leg- the right one.
Kyouichi had watched the strangely beautiful struggle without a word or movement. He was impressed.
Once Hiyuu tucked his leg under his butt and folded his hands into the diamond, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
“You are so dead.”
Kyouichi’s eyes got big and he started hopping toward the door.
Hiyuu bound twice to catch him, three times to pass him and kicked the door shut with his standing leg before landing squarely in front of Kyouichi.
“Hiyuu. It was a joke. Hiyuu.” Kyouichi was slowly hopping backwards, both worried and enticed.
Hiyuu was still in perfect form waiting for the moment he could sweep out Kyouichi’s legs from beneath him when Kyouichi backed himself into the bed and landed on his butt.
Hiyuu looked at the crestfallen warrior and laughed. Still, he didn’t lower his foot as he slowly crossed the bedroom. “Have you admitted defeat then?”
“Well, technically my foot didn’t…” And quick as lightening Hiyuu was next to the bed dragging Kyouichi by his left foot. “No!”
“Gimme that foot you cheater!” And on one foot Hiyuu was somehow pulling Kyouichi’s writhing body from his bed while Kyouichi was desperately hanging onto his bed post. And right before his left foot touched the floor he thought of a better tactic and tackled Hiyuu to the ground.
Kyouichi landed with an “oomph!” on the other boy and the two tumbled to the ground. Kyouichi couldn’t help but notice his left foot touching the ground (which felt strange after all this time). Oh well, he lost too.
Kyouichi’s face was shoved into Hiyuu’s chest and when he looked up to smile there was already a smile waiting for him. Kyouichi wasn’t sure what Hiyuu was so happy about (he had just ruined the deciding competition) when he realized that one of Hiyuu’s legs wasn’t resting on the ground. Kyouichi looked down between their bodies and saw Hiyuu’s left foot resting on the edge of his bed. Kyouichi looked back up slowly, wincing.
“Two out of three?”
Hiyuu kissed him sweetly.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
There had been chances. Hiyuu stayed at Kyouichi’s house every night except Wednesday, yet still nothing happened. Now it was Friday and Kyouichi was looking forward to the weekend. He might have an excuse to get the shorter boy a little drunk.
But for now, they were still in school.
***
Aio’s father had bought her a new Zune on his most recent trip to Bejing. It was a marvel of technology. It was purple, sleek, video capable, web can compatible and held a half-gig of memory. Everyone had been impressed with the expensive purple box, but no one had been more impressed than Hiyuu. He didn’t have internet at his house or a TV, and he’d never seen any type of MP3 player at the Dojo. He looked at it curiously and when he finally figured out what it did it seemed magical.
Kyouichi was decidedly unimpressed. He took one look at it and snatched it from Aio.
“What’s with the crappy music? And why do you only have 150 songs on here? You could fit three times that, genius.”
“Kyouichi!” Yelled Sakurai.
“It’s ok.” Said Aoi, only wanting peace between her friends. “Honestly I didn’t know what to put on it. My father gave it to me with a card for 150 songs. I just looked for whatever I could think of at the time.”
“Wait, wait… you actually paid for your music? Are you an idiot?” Kyouichi looked disgusted at the legitimately secured music carrier. “I could save your Dad a ton of money getting you some free music AND make sure it’s decent stuff too.”
“That would be great!” Aio said, happily. “Why don’t you hang onto it for the weekend. It took me two hours just to download those songs.”
“Eh, it’s no big deal. Let’s flip through what you got anyway…” And his thumb expertly caressed the little purple square. “You have ‘Maximum the Hormone’. Nice. I like that anime, what’s-it-called…” He looked thoughtful. “Eh, slipped my mind.”
He kept spinning his thumb slowly and Hiyuu couldn’t help but looked interested.
“Wait! You have ‘Music is my hot, hot sex’? I love that song!” He clicked a button and a barely decipherable noise floated up from the delicate earplugs. Kyouichi frowned and stopped the song.
“Hang on… let me see if this…” and his thumb flew over various buttons, until he found what he was looking for and held the screen up for Aio to see. “If you ever want more than one person to listen to it, go to Options, then to Sound Quality, then pick Mini Speakers. Got it?” Aio nodded and then the earplugs were playing a quiet but distinguishable 4x4 beat. Kyouichi’s head immediately started nodding on beat, then his shoulders were shifting on beat and when Aio smiled shyly, Kyouichi took the petite body in his arms and Hiyuu watched.
The song got to its first verse and Hiyuu’s training in English was tipping him off to the point of the song.
Kyouichi’s hips were swaying slowly and then they were doubling up on the beat and it occurred to Hiyuu that Kyouichi might just be able to really shake that ass.
And he really, really wanted to be alone with him… When the bell rang.
“Shit, I guess lunch is over. Well, here you go.” Hiyuu nearly cried out as Kyouichi handed Aio the magic-purple-box that made Kyouichi move.
“No, it’s ok. You can keep it until Monday.” Aio looked over at Hiyuu for a split second and then hurried off to class with the other two.
Kyouichi looked over at Hiyuu with a crooked smile. “Guess we have something to play with this weekend, huh?”
Hiyuu nodded but didn’t say anything as they walked into the building together.
Class was going to be way too long.
***
“She, her, hers, herself…” drowned on Maria. Hiyuu’s mind was far from case differentiating pronouns though.
Kyouichi’s body was rocking slowly to a 4x4 beat. His shoulders were bouncing subtly, and when the song reached a strong note, his lips pursed slightly while his eyes closed. Hiyuu could feel his fingers following the edge of Kyouichi’s jaw, down his neck, along his tanned clavicle, then circling down the center of his chest and past his stomach. Kyouichi shoves his ringed thumb into his belt loop, grins wikedly, and the song plays slower as Kyouichi leans his torso left while his hips press forward, his back arching slightly, and his lips brushing Hiyuu's shoulder …
Hiyuu was enjoying the visually accompanied the song… when he realized he had a hard on.
The warmth creep into his face. He stared intently at the board while crossing his legs and dropping a hand into his lap. He’d learned his lesson about looking uninterested and didn’t push his luck with Maria. He could sneak a peak at the clock though…
Twenty-five minutes.
With the exception of training, this was the hardest thing he'd reserved himself to live through. Luckily he knew how to handle things like this.
Breathe. It will end.
***
Kyouichi had seen Hiyuu staring intently at the Zune, and then staring intently at his body as he was dancing with Aoi. To any other it would look like he was simply being the weird silent type. But Kyouichi could read Hiyuu like a book. Hiyuu was excited. Which made Kyouichi impatient.
***
“Maria! I don’t feel so good. I’m going to the nurse’s.” Kyouichi stood and began walking toward the front of the room. His hip brushed Hiyuu’s shoulder as he passed, and Hiyuu resisted the urge to turn towards him.
“Kyouichi, sit down and pretend to have a brain for twenty minutes.”
“No can do! I got this terrible hip problem see?” Kyouichi said lifting his shirt to his chin (to the vocally confirmed merriment of many girls). He began expertly shifting his hips in a figure eight. “See? And you’re sister said she’d take care of it if I met her in the girl’s bathroom.”
“Kyouichi!!!...” Maria started. “If you don’t sit down this second I will rip your hips off your…” But Kyouichi was at the door.
“You shouldn’t waste class time yelling at me. You’ve only got twenty-three minutes left.” Kyouichi said as the door closed behind him.
The entire class giggled and murmured, expect Hiyuu who was wrestling with the idea of leaving. He was sure Kyouichi wanted him to but he wasn’t the anti-authority type. Strangely, even for his hard on and the fact that a very sexy and possibly dancing Kyouichi was probably waiting in the closet for him, he just couldn’t make himself stand up.
I am a pathetic goody-two-shoes.
Which was when the fire alarm went off.
***
Hiyuu walked calmly with the rest of the class, looking for a sign or indication. It didn’t take long; as he was heading toward the exit two strong arms yanked him out of the back of the line into the boy’s locker room.
“Hey.” Kyouichi said after a two minute slam-fest of bodies and lips. “Wanna ditch this party? Get a better one going, yeah?”
Hiyuu nodded and Kyouichi led him to a window in the back of the locker room. They hopped out the two story window and dropped to the ground (Hiyuu on both feet, Kyouichi on one knee) and quietly crossed the courtyard to the fields. Once at the fields they looked at each other and instantaneously started running.
Hiyuu was the quicker runner and was seven strides ahead before he realized he wasn’t trying to win. He slowed to a jog so Kyouichi catch keep up.
Kyouichi noticed the Hiyuu’s pace slowing and thought of a quick trick. He picked up speed behind Hiyuu and, once he was close enough, grabbed the shorter boy’s shoulders for support and launched over the dark head.
Hiyuu felt the hands on his shoulders and saw the body flying over him. He laughed and waited for the right moment…
Now.
And caught Kyouichi as if he’d caught a purse or book bag.
Kyouichi looked up, stunned at the show of timing and strength.
“Nice catch.”
“Nice jump.”
Hiyuu set Kyouichi back on his feet, and they walked leisurely away from the school. No one was looking for them.
“So I saw you looking at me.” Kyouichi said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“Don’t try acting innocent. Dancing? Song? You were drooling, remember?”
“Oh, you mean with that purple-thing of Aoi’s?”
“Purple-thing? Are you from Fuedal Japan? It’s called an MP3 player. It plays music.”
“I know what it does, just not the stupid name.”
“It’s not a stupid name.”
“Then what’s it mean?”
Kyouichi thought for a second and nothing occurred to him. “Er… I guess I don’t know. But at least I know the name like everyone else.” Hiyuu said nothing in response and Kyouichi realized he’d gotten off track. “Regardless the name… you liked it right?”
“Yeah.” Hiyuu felt weird answering the leading question.
“How much?”
Hiyuu looked over at the taller boy, confused. "Lots?”
“Lots?” Kyouichi nodded. “That’s good. Course you haven’t seen much yet.”
“What do you mean?”
Kyouichi smiled. “I’m mysterious too.”
***
Hiyuu followed Kyouichi back to and into his house. They’d been walking and talking, enjoying both each other’s company and the thoughts of the time to come.
“Home sweet home.” Kyouichi said, opening his bedroom door for the dark haired boy.
“Did you clean it?” Hiyuu said looking around, impressed. Kyouichi didn’t respond. Hiyuu turned in time to see Kyouichi plugging the Zune into a laptop on his desk.
“ Let’s hear that song again.”
Hiyuu tried to keep the excitement off his face but when the beat started, Kyouichi started.
A simple and slight twitch in his hips kept the rhythm. His arms were bent at his side and his hands slid up his chest, then back down past his belt. Kyouichi winked at Hiyuu and his hands slid between his thighs. Hiyuu gulped. Kyouichi started to bend his knees slowly, opening his legs and half grinning at Hiyuu and then his butt was inches off the ground, and when the synced-out guitar started its melody Kyouichi was popping to the bass drum.
The song reached its first verse and Kyouichi was suddenly standing again. He skipped, hopped around the room in time with the music, heel-toe-heel-pause, one two three and. He was making his way to Hiyuu and when they were inches apart, Kyouichi started doubling his movements to the timing, left-middle-left, right-middle-right, all while making small hops that brought their bodies closer. Hiyuu was completely still, about to explode. The song continued. Kyouichi tortured Hiyuu by keeping his face beside Hiyuu’s and letting his body rock and writhe to the music. He started lowering his body again, his face reaching waist level before he danced his way back to Hiyuu’s face and kissed him.
Which was when their crouches finally brushed and Kyouichi’s hands grabbed Hiyuu’s hips and their stomach’s rubbed together, and their lips met and remet … and Kyouichi kept thinking the same thing.
This is going to be the worst case of blue balls ever.
***
They’d tumbled onto the bed soon after the song ended. Luckily, Kyouichi had a playlist on so there was no need to rise.
Hiyuu’s shirt came off first (Kyouichi was always eager to loose shirts). Kyouichi’s followed quickly and they began their nightly ritual of half kissing-half wrestling for top position.
Hiyuu knew that Kyouichi liked him and he no longer worried about upsetting the long-haired boy. Hiyuu wanted top as much as Kyouichi and Kyouichi wouldn’t steal it from him by faking angry or through physical strength.
This both excited and enraged Kyouichi. It made for heated and rolling make-out sessions (and in the case of Tuesday night a full wrestling match, of which Hiyuu quickly claimed victory). He knew Hiyuu was interested in him, but was only half interested in sex. Unfortunately Kyouichi was interested in the same half of sex.
Hiyuu slammed Kyouichi’s back into the bed and ran his hands across the stomach and his mouth was following and Kyouichi clenched his jaw, trying to stay in control (he didn’t want to get pinned again). Kyouichi’s hands were running through Hiyuu’s hair though and suddenly Kyouichi had a thought that seemed midway.
***
Hiyuu was kissing and licking the flat stomach and smooth chest, enjoying Kyouichi’s hands playing in his hair when he started to feel pressure on the top of his head. He tried to ignore it, but Kyouichi became more insistent, trying to push the dark head down further.
Hiyuu smiled into the hip bone and picked his head up. “Trying to tell me something?”
“Huh?” Kyouichi opened his eyes and slowly pulled his hands back. “I wasn’t…”
“Yeah right. This isn’t my first time around.”
“Oh.” Kyouichi’s pants were way too small to be talking. Something need to give. “Ok, yeah, I wanted a blow job- so shoot me, alright?”
Hiyuu sat back and Kyouichi’s mind was cloudy, horny, and flustered. He knew he needed to talk Hiyuu into something or he was going to burst.
“Hiyuu, can we please have… or do…”
“Sex?”
“YES!”
“Sure.”
Kyouichi’s face lit up and he flew across his room, almost tore his drawer apart looking for a condom. He found the precious package and turned back to Hiyuu.
Hiyuu made a face. “No one’s getting pregnant here.”
Kyouichi blinked once before tossing the golden package to the side and launching back into bed.
“Ok. Ignore that. Let’s go.”
“Alright.” But Hiyuu didn’t move. Kyouichi sat for a second before diving into a kiss the emotionless face. No response. Kyouichi ran his hands where he knew Hiyuu wouldn’t be able to ignore him… only to get no response.
Kyouichi sat back. “What're you doing?”
Hiyuu leaned back. “Waiting for you to bend over.”
Kyouichi had not forgotten their agreement. He was ready for this debate.
“Actually, I've been thinking about that- you should probably go first. Consider- I’ve never tried anything like this before. Also, you plenty of experience with this sort of thing. Hence, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal for you to do what you've already done before, and I have a fair reason to hold off, right?.”
“True. You’re still going first.” Hiyuu had also been ready. “Because I have more experience I'm the one who won't mess up and hurt you. Like you said, you've never done this and I'd hate for you to screw it up. Don't worry- I know how and promise to make you as comfortable as I can. And if you’re not too tired, we’ll go for a second round and you can still get your turn after you get your first example.”
Kyouichi responded quickly “But since I don't know what its like don’t you think it would be better if I saw how it everything works before I subject myself? Then I wouldn't be alarmed.”
Hiyuu smiled. “Sure. Invite Diago over and we’ll show you.”
Kyouichi’s smile vanished. “Not what I was suggesting.”
“It was a joke.”
“Hm.” Kyouichi said simply. He was starting to feel that painful draining that signed he either needed to go to the bathroom or talk Hiyuu into something soon. “Look, there’s got to be a fair way of deciding this.”
“Sure. How about a race?”
“No.”
“Arm wrestling?”
“No.”
“Most pushups?”
“N…” He looked up curiously at Hiyuu. Hiyuu cocked a half-smile.
“Wanna try me?”
Kyouichi thought better of it. “No, nothing like that. This isn’t the Olympics. This is the bedroom.”
“Fair enough. You come up with something then.” Hiyuu laid back with his arms over his head and shut his eyes. Kyouichi racked his brain for anything he’d be better at than Hiyuu. They couldn’t very well have a dance off. That did give him an idea though.
“Ok… how about balance?”
Hiyuu wanted to smile but left his face expressionless.
“Sounds good to me. How’s it going to work?”
“Whoever stands on one foot for the longest time. You can’t let the left foot touch the ground.”
“Cool.”
Both boys rose from the bed and took their places three feet apart from each other, mostly naked.
“Ready?”
“Set.”
“Go.”
Both left feet left the ground.
And Kyouichi knew his mistake.
Hiyuu stood with both hands pressed into a strange diamond formation that included his index fingers bending in the same way it did when he fought. His left foot was tucked under him like he was sitting Indian style in the air and his right leg stood steady as a rock beneath him.
Kyouichi wobbled uneasily, spreading his arms and left leg out for balance. He felt himself drifting to the left so he waved his hands in circles. They stood for six or seven minutes- Kyouichi wobbling to and fro while Hiyuu stood still as a statue with his eyes closed. It seemed it would never end and Kyouichi’s thigh was beginning to burn.
Kyouichi was wondering how could Hiyuu could be better at freaking everything when he felt muscle spasm and couldn’t help but hop an inch before catching his balance again.
Hiyuu smiled and looked up. “So that’s it.” He started to lower his foot when Kyouichi yelled.
“No! I said the left foot couldn’t touch the ground. I just hopped on my right.”
Hiyuu frowned and pulled his leg back underneath his butt. “Alright, I can wait. Even if you are cheating.”
“I am not cheating.” Kyouichi said. “I made the rules, remember? This is not cheating in the least.” Kyouichi looked at Hiyuu and realized that the other boy had his eyes closed again and wasn’t listening to him.
This is cheating.
Kyouichi stuck his leg out and shoved Hiyuu’s stomach with his big toe.
Hiyuu’s eyes flew open and he hopped backwards to catch his balance. “Hey! You’re not allowed to do that.”
“Tough.” Kyouichi said happy to see the always cool and calm Hiyuu hopping around like a retard too.
“Tough? Alright.” And Hiyuu jumped off his right foot, twisted his body into a face-level spinning kick and landed on his right foot seamlessly. “The next one’s going in your knee. Now stay over there and don’t touch me.”
Kyouichi stuck his tongue out. “You’re no fun. I’m just trying to make this a little more interesting while we’re waiting.”
“For you to lose.” Hiyuu said without opening his eyes or disturbing his form.
Kyouichi glared at the closed eyes and when the pillow slammed into Hiyuu’s face he really hadn’t expected it.
Hiyuu’s body was falling backward. He hopped around sporadically, with his arms flying in all directions and finally stuck his left leg in front of him and bent his right knee in order to lower his body until he his butt was inches off the ground. He wrapped his arms around his left knee, closed his eyes and slowly raised his body from a crouch to standing on one leg- the right one.
Kyouichi had watched the strangely beautiful struggle without a word or movement. He was impressed.
Once Hiyuu tucked his leg under his butt and folded his hands into the diamond, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
“You are so dead.”
Kyouichi’s eyes got big and he started hopping toward the door.
Hiyuu bound twice to catch him, three times to pass him and kicked the door shut with his standing leg before landing squarely in front of Kyouichi.
“Hiyuu. It was a joke. Hiyuu.” Kyouichi was slowly hopping backwards, both worried and enticed.
Hiyuu was still in perfect form waiting for the moment he could sweep out Kyouichi’s legs from beneath him when Kyouichi backed himself into the bed and landed on his butt.
Hiyuu looked at the crestfallen warrior and laughed. Still, he didn’t lower his foot as he slowly crossed the bedroom. “Have you admitted defeat then?”
“Well, technically my foot didn’t…” And quick as lightening Hiyuu was next to the bed dragging Kyouichi by his left foot. “No!”
“Gimme that foot you cheater!” And on one foot Hiyuu was somehow pulling Kyouichi’s writhing body from his bed while Kyouichi was desperately hanging onto his bed post. And right before his left foot touched the floor he thought of a better tactic and tackled Hiyuu to the ground.
Kyouichi landed with an “oomph!” on the other boy and the two tumbled to the ground. Kyouichi couldn’t help but notice his left foot touching the ground (which felt strange after all this time). Oh well, he lost too.
Kyouichi’s face was shoved into Hiyuu’s chest and when he looked up to smile there was already a smile waiting for him. Kyouichi wasn’t sure what Hiyuu was so happy about (he had just ruined the deciding competition) when he realized that one of Hiyuu’s legs wasn’t resting on the ground. Kyouichi looked down between their bodies and saw Hiyuu’s left foot resting on the edge of his bed. Kyouichi looked back up slowly, wincing.
“Two out of three?”
Hiyuu kissed him sweetly.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”