Kink Bingo_Gags & Silence Part 2
Title: Eta Aquarii
Chapter: 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Saga
Genre: AU, romance, fluff
Warnings: male x male, suggestiveness, manual sex, semi-public sex, foul language, adult themes.
Summary: Sometimes, its easier to build a relationship on silence when the words feel inadequate.
Commentary: Part 2!
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Saga knew something was wrong when he entered the class.
There was a tense atmosphere that spoke volumes, and it was easy to tell that Tora was involved. He always was.
The teacher hadn't arrived yet, so some of the idiotic jocks of the class had deemed it a good time to pick on Tora, and so one of them, Sato, had gone over to his desk to needle at him as Tora studiously ignored him and his friends chortling from the other end of the class. It was a pretty common sight, unfortunately. Not that they dared ever get physical, Tora was taller than all of them after all, but that didn't mean that their mocking words were any less hurtful. Just that this time, the sight had Saga seriously riled up, and it was a pleading side glance from Tora that prevented him from taking action as he angrily shuffled to his own seat. He didn't want Saga to get in trouble, understandably, since he was smaller, and more delicate, and obviously would not be able to hold his own in a physical fight. But after an entire night of kissing and tender words underneath the stars, Saga felt this entirely new emotion that he'd rarely even experienced. Possessiveness, and an urge to protect what was his.
They hadn't defined their relationship, too busy discovering each other's mouths and tongues, yet Saga felt like their bond had gone beyond the kisses, beyond the caresses and the tentative partial discovery of each other's skin. So he ached as the class bullies had their daily session.
"Only girls have hair this long, maybe he is a girl isn't he?" Sato scoffed, daringly picking up a strand of silky black hair and pulling on it.
Tora didn't reply, looking straight ahead with a blank look on his face, only moving to tug his hair out of the other's grip. That was his defence mechanism, ignoring them, and it usually worked. But not today.
"He probably is, I mean no self-respecting guy would wear nail polish. Maybe that's why he says no to all the girls that run after him for god knows what reason…He probably has a crush on a boy." he added, chuckling as Tora scowled and stood, unfolding the length of his body from the chair.
He definitely looked more intimidating standing up, and the whole class turned to witness the altercation, quiet and breathless with anticipation. Saga more than everyone, sitting on the edge of his chair with his heart in his throat.
"What if I do? Why do you care so much…" Tora replied, full of hardly contained anger.
"Oh so you do have a crush on a boy…my, my you really are fucked up." the bully replied with a disgusted look on his face, "You dress like a girl, you have no skills to speak of, and you're gay on top of it? You're completely useless…People like you have no place in this world."
The words were harsh, and gratuitous, so it was a surprise for everyone when Tora crossed his arms on his chest and chuckled, shaking his head.
"You're just jealous."
"Excuse me?" Sato retorted, disbelieving.
For the first time Tora was fighting back, and Saga wondered if their budding relationship had anything to do with it. Hoping against hope that their feelings for each other would give him strength.
"You're jealous. Because I'll always be able to be who I want to be without worrying about rules and consequences and you're there, thinking you're almighty because you pick on me in front of everyone to make yourself feel better about the fact that you're an insignificant idiot. Or maybe you're jealous of the boy I love, maybe you wished it was you. Sorry to break your bubble."
He didn't deny that he loved another boy, shameless, only angry at Sato's disgust and disrespect, and that made Saga's heart soar because he was that boy. That boy Tora loved.
The bully had paled at being put back in his place for the first time, shocked into silence for a few minutes, and then flushed red with anger at Tora's implications, lunging forward to grab a handful of Tora's white shirt.
"Take it back." he demanded through gritted teeth, but Tora only grinned in response.
"How does it feel to have everyone look at you and finally see you for who you are?"
"Take it back."
"Make me."
Sato's fist went back just as the teacher entered the class and put an end to the fight with an exclamation of surprise. Tora shrugged off the bully's hand in his shirt and stood back, looking right up at the teacher while the other just backed off, putting on his best chastened look.
"What is going on here…good lord! The class isn't even started and already you're stirring trouble…" the teacher huffed, exasperated, " Sato-kun, go back to your desk. Amano-kun, you're being disruptive again, will you ever learn to stay out of trouble? Get out of my class."
Tora's shoulders slumped a fraction and he sighed, but didn't retort, packing his books instead with a dejected yet resigned look on his face. He was used to getting the blame, he always would anyway, and that was too much for Saga. One time too many. He'd seen that scene unfold again and again and had always felt helpless looking at it from the sidelines. But not today. He pushed his chair back and stood up.
"Are you blind?" he asked the teacher, point blank, and everyone stilled, Tora included.
"Sakamoto-kun?" the teacher replied, bewildered.
"Are you completely blind or just stupid?"
There was an excited whisper in the class almost instantly quelled. The top-student had just insulted the teacher in defence of the class bad-boy, things were about to get very, very interesting.
"You sit there, day after day, and you stand back as Amano-kun gets bullied by this…" his voice was getting louder and more vicious, and he angrily gestured at Sato, whose smug smile was only adding on to his anger, "this lowlife and his minions, and when it comes to blows you actually kick the victim out? Is that what fairness is in this school?"
The teacher's face was so shocked it would've been funny had Saga not wanted to cry at the unfairness of the situation. But he wasn't done speaking.
"Do you think the fact that he looks different legitimizes the fact that you kick him out of class, day after day just because you can't stand non-conformity? And all of you," he turns to the equally shocked class, "all of you just sit there and let him take the blame for everyone without even lifting a finger? I'm disgusted with all of you…"
"Sakamoto-kun…" the teacher interrupted, starting to look puzzled underneath the initial shock, but Saga didn't let him add any more.
"Shut up, I really don't care what you have to say, and I'll find my way out thank you very much. I've had it with all of you selfish, judgemental idiots…" he muttered, shouldering his backpack as he made his way through the dead silent class.
He didn't dare look at Tora, afraid that he would either break down and cry, or run to him and hold him, or probably a mix of both and he judged that the class had enough of a show for a day. He slammed the door behind him as he exited the class and took a deep breath.
It was one of the craziest things he'd ever done, and he didn't even think he had it in him, but in retrospect, he was really glad he did.
***
He went to the safest place he knew, the library, at their table in the far corner behind the physics and astronomy aisles.
It was their haven, the place where they'd slowly gotten to know each other, where his crush had slowly turned to genuine love, and he knew that Tora would find him there eventually. So he took off his backpack and sat down on the edge of the table, bringing his knees close to his chest, thinking about what he'd done. And not regretting a minute of it. Only regretting that it took so long for him to stand up and speak his mind.
He was somewhat lost in thought when quick footsteps, long strides echoed on the linoleum floor and got closer, and closer until warm hands gently pried knees apart, and there was a strong body pressing against his, soft yet hungry lips on his own. He drowned in the kiss, slick tongues and grasping hands, sighing softly when they parted, just enough for Tora to whisper against his neck.
"God…you were beautiful…" another soft, slower kiss to his lips, his heart like a caged bird in his chest, "No one has ever done this for me…ever."
Tora's eyes were bright jade with flecks of gold in the muted light, his cheeks soft pink, wet lips as he pressed him down into the table with a muted thump. And that's when it hit Saga. They were in the goddamn library. Shielded from immediate view in their secluded corner by the aisles, true, but still in a very public, very quiet place.
Good thing they knew how to be silent. Because he didn't want to wait, not now.
"I want you…" he breathed against Tora's mouth, a minute whisper that felt as loud as a scream in the stillness.
He didn't know what he was asking for. Not really. He knew he wanted him. Wanted to feel his bare skin against his own, and lips where he'd never been touched, and just…Tora.
He had an idea of the mechanics, of how two boys made love together but he didn't even begin to imagine how they would go about that, especially here, where anyone could walk in on them at any given moment. But he didn't care, if anything the danger, the challenge of being silent and controlled gave a dizzying edge to his desires. Tora paused above him, still and beautiful.
"You want me?" he whispered.
There was an unexpected bashfulness to the words that had Saga arching up against him, the two of them holding back sounds of pleasure as their arousals brushed against each other. Hot and throbbing and hard through layers of fabric. Every breath, every rustle of hands in clothes, the wetness of lips on lips deafeningly loud in the silent library. So exhilarating he felt like his heart would burst.
"Yes…" he mouthed, breathlessly, "All of you."
There was a flare of desire in bright eyes, and a slow quirk of full lips that spoke of entangled bodies and shared pleasure, of sinful knowledge, and even more sinful promises. Troubles of the day already forgotten. He straightened up, looked around for people in their immediate vicinity and seeing none, backed off to the most secluded chair, dragging Saga along as he sat down. He felt dizzy and crazed with lust, easily coaxed into straddling Tora on the chair, wincing slightly when it creaked underneath their combined weight.
"There are things we could do here…" Tora murmured against his neck, "Not all the way, lets save that for tonight, but there are things…can you be quiet?"
"Yes." he sighed.
"Even when I do this?"
Tora's hand slipped between them, fingers tracing down his quivering stomach, the seam of his trousers, and then firm fingers were cupping his erection through fabric, warm and solid as they pressed against him intimately, and he muffled a moan against a smooth shoulder.
Holding on to control with gritted teeth as Tora's fingers pried and prodded, managing to get the zipper closure open, and it was so loud, so loud in the heavy silence he held his breath for a second, just to be sure no one would come to check. Hands pushed up the hem of his shirt, slipped into the loosened waistband of his trousers, one of them sliding over his hip to splay against the small of his back, a comforting weight holding him close. Fingers delved in the opening, pushing fabric aside to find aroused flesh, wrapping around his cock confidently and he let out the smallest, breathiest of moans as his spine trembled.
"Shh…" Tora soothed, fingers hot and tight around him, slowly pushing down and back up, torturously slow, wet mouth pressed to the underside of his ear, "Tonight…in my bed, you can make all the noise you want, but now we have to be quiet…" he whispered, before fusing their mouths again, drowning every sound.
Drowning every sound but his heavy breathing, the friction of clothes and the creaking of the chair as they gently shifted against each other. The wet sound of their kisses, eager tongues, skin against skin as a soft hand caressed his back, so loud in the still silence. His heart soared and raced and thumped in his chest, down in the pit of his stomach where heat and pleasure gathered, so hard he could almost hear it, enthralled by pull of lust in his blood, the unfamiliarity and novelty of being touched, stroked to pleasure by another. And the danger. The danger of being caught, the need to be utterly quiet adding an edge to his pleasure. Another dimension to his desire.
Tora's hand stroked and tugged, the movements eased by the slickness of pre-come, and he didn't know if it was the blissful sensation or the sexiness of forced silence that was bringing him to the edge of glory faster than he had ever managed on his own. But it was there, simmering underneath the surface, muscles in his stomach clenching and spasming, Tora picking up on his body's cues and breaking from the kiss with a muffled gasp, sweaty foreheads meeting softly as he looked up to him, green-amber eyes nearly black with desire.
Tora's fingers tightened, and he stroked harder, twisting his wrist just a fraction at the finial for that extra edge, his free hand inching down, down the dip of his lower back past the waistband of his trousers until fingers dug into the smooth flesh of his rear. He could taste the edge of his orgasm in his blood, in every aching, constricted breath.
"You're gonna come, are you?" Tora whispered against lips, fingers steady and strong, relentless.
He nodded, not quite trusting his voice, thinking that if he even loosened his lips he would cry out in pleasure.
"I can feel it, you're so close…So close…" he purred, just low enough for Saga to feel the vibration of his words against his lips, down his chin as Tora's mouth slipped down to his throat, head falling back yieldingly.
There was a sharp bite there, just above his adam's apple where the skin is thin and soft, and his world exploded with white. Pleasure, bliss racing through his blood, seeping into every vein as his orgasm radiated from the flesh between his thighs to every nerve ending, setting his senses alight. He held back every sound, gasps and pants and moans drowned deep in his chest as his cock pulsed and throbbed in Tora's hand, spilling his pleasure. Until Tora's lips were on his again, soft and soothing, his hand still slowly stroking him through the aftershocks of his ecstasy. And he let go.
"Tora…oh Tora..."
So much emotion and desire conveyed by just uttering a name. The words spilled from his lips, hushed, breathless, less than a murmur, less than a whisper, yet he knew that Tora had heard every one of them. Felt every one of them.
There was complete silence for a few minutes as they basked in the afterglow, not even their breathing disturbing the stillness, controlled and quiet as their mouths fused relentlessly. Until Saga realized that they were entangled on a rather flimsy chair, in a more than compromising position, with his cock softening in Tora's hand.
His cock, Tora's hand, come spilled white and thick between them. And Tora still very much aroused and rock hard underneath him.
Blood rushed to his cheeks as he slowly came to the realization that he'd just been jerked off to completion in a very public library in the middle of the day and that soon the recess bell would ring and the area would very quickly get more crowded. They had to move, and fast. And quietly.
He reluctantly parted from the kiss, hot and flushed, and only getting more so at the lambent heat in Tora's beautiful eyes. As far as his lust was concerned, they could all go to hell because he didn't want to move until the raven haired was boneless and sated, but his brain disagreed.
"Recess is in five minutes…" he whispered, reluctantly, and Tora nodded and smiled, shyly, reaching down to tuck Saga back into his trousers with his clean hand, neatly and carefully as they both blushed at the intimacy of the gesture.
Saga pushed off, and nearly collapsed when he realized his knees still felt wobbly and unsure from the orgasm, Tora catching him effortlessly as he stood.
"Was I that good?" he murmured in Saga's soft hair, teasingly, settling him against the table as he wiped his hand with a tissue from his jacket pocket.
Saga's heart thumped, blood rushing through his veins at the sensory memories that assailed him, feeling an odd mixture of embarrassment and euphoria. He reached for Tora's face, tilting it down to his softly.
"I've never…" he mouthed.
Tora's mouth curved in a soft, tender smile at the partial confession.
"Its okay…" Tora whispered, "Me neither. But we can learn together, right?"
There was bright hope in those eyes, hope for more, more kisses, more caresses, more nights filled with moonlight and shooting stars, more quiet trysts in the library. And more of Tora standing up for himself, more of Saga defending what was his, more of them. Saga nodded, smiling, grabbing Tora's hand as he stood, tugging him towards the exit under the suspicious eye of the librarian.
"Let's go, we have much learning to do…"
There was laughter and awkwardness at first, but as they finally found their rhythm after hours of experimenting, it was like all the clumsiness between them had melted away, only leaving room for grace. Pleasure and beauty, as Tora laboured above him, all sleek muscle and slick skin, eyes like forest fires, hair a glorious halo, mouth bestowing kisses, tender endearments. A strong push and pull deep inside him, steady, solid.
They did learn that day despite skipping class, naked and breathless in Tora's bed, tangled in his sheets. They learned about angles, and about gravity, how two bodies can fit and join perfectly in hundreds of equations, all beautiful and pleasurable. They learned about the laws of attraction, the limits of their universe of limbs and sweaty skin, and that for every action there's an equal and opposite reaction, which happened to be quite a fortuitous thing when it came to pleasing each other. One caress would lead to another, and then the same was applied to kisses, and bites, and then thrusts, moans and sighs, until all motion stopped for a few seconds of supernova-bright, mutual ecstasy.
It felt so good, after weeks and months of bated silence, to finally cry out his pleasure against a strong shoulder as he orgasmed. To call out his lover's name over and over again like a sweet litany, and to hear his own spilled from kiss swollen lips, with all the devotion of a prayer as his raven-haired lover came undone, unravelled, exploded deep inside of him. Then it was a slow tumble down their peak, limbs entangled and sweat cooling as they stilled against each other, pleasure still pulsing between them despite the soreness they both felt. Once again quiet but for the slow rhythm of their breath, their kisses, the steady beating of their hearts.
"When's the next meteor shower?" Saga asked, playing with the dark strands spilled across his throat.
Tora's head fit just right in the crook of his neck as they lay chest to chest, muscular hips fitting just right between his slender thighs. He was sore, in embarrassing areas, and the slick mess between their stomachs would have to get taken care of eventually, but it could all wait. Because he was naked in bed with his lover, in their own little bubble of warmth and quiet tenderness, and he felt sated and boneless and he really had no intention of moving anytime soon. Tora stirred a little at the question, getting up on forearms to lean over Saga, soft and sleepy, wild haired and gorgeous.
There was a kiss first, slow and sweet.
"Hmm, there's a few showers in the summer but most we won't be able to see from here. We have to wait until the late summer perseids, those are really bright so we should get a good show then."
"Good, I owe the sky some tribute…"
Tora's eyes lit up like a million stars then, bright and beautiful under the soft lattice of his dark lashes.
"I do too. For wishes quickly granted…" he whispered, gently brushing strands of tawny hair out of Saga's dark eyes.
Saga smiled, heart soaring that their wishes that night had been the same.
"We both do then." he replied, arching up for another sweet kiss that sealed their lips with promise.
They definitely would be offering hefty tribute, in the shape of their bodies entangling and becoming one as they made love underneath the welcome blanket of the night sky. And if some unknowing security guard with a poor singing voice happened to cross their path on that fateful night, they were safe with the knowledge that they could be quiet in their passion.
After all, they'd had plenty of practice.
***
Yup, I'm getting cavities from this too XD How fluffy, oh my…As you can see I focused more on the excitement of having to maintain a state of silence/quiet rather than the act of physically being silenced, and I think that turned out pretty darn hot XD A bit of a feel-good fic after that angsty drabble from a few days ago. Don't get too comfortable though, my darker instincts have definitely been rekindled by a weekend of debauched kinky fetish parties, and that charming DVD that came with Division…yeesh. More on that later ;) Take this as a nice fluffy interlude. Let me know how you guys enjoyed and I should be back and somewhat present later this week, sorry ahead of time if I don't reply to comments and messages right away, I'm really awfully busy but I definitely love all of you and look forward to updating you guys on my crazy life. Take care y'all xoxo