[fanfic] Falling in Love was our Greatest Mistake -- Akihiko/Hiroki -- NC-17
written for the 50scenes challenge.
Title: Falling in Love was our Greatest Mistake
Author: Emily
Fandom: Junjo Romantica
Characters: Akihiko/Hiroki
Prompt: #10 switched to #60 - Use Me
Word Count: 1,786
Rating: NC-17
Summary: More description of that time where Akihiko and Hiroki slept together in Junjo Egoist Act 1.
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, boy's love, slightly ansty(?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjo Romantica, nor am I making any monetary gain for this fic. Junjo Romantica rightfully belongs to Shungiku Nakamura.
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I had been working on my thesis when Akihiko knocked on my door. Reluctantly, I let him in-I wasn’t particularly in the mood to listen to him whine about his unreturned love with Takahiro, talking about how blind he must be when he was so goddamn blind himself that I unsure of how he got around without a service dog. Plus, my paper was due soon and I wasn’t where I wanted to be at by this point.
After letting him in, I resumed typing, mostly drowning out Akihiko’s ramblings with my own thoughts. Time passed, and he didn’t seem too cut up at the fact that I wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying, which made me kind of think that he probably did the same thing when I talked about last night’s one night stand. But, my fingers stood still when I heard him utter out “sex” amongst his blurred, monotone sentence.
“W-what was that?” I stammered, cheeks flushing the tiniest bit-I hoped Akihiko wouldn’t notice.
He sighed, slight annoyance lacing his breath. “I said, it’s been a long time since I last had sex.”
“Oh.” Phew. “Err, well, why don’t you just go pick someone up at a bar or something? You’re good-looking; you’re bound to get something tonight if you were to go out and try.” I offered, not really caring about the subject anymore, just wanting to get back to writing.
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not like you, Hiroki-I don’t just fuck whoever comes near.”
I glared at him. “Well then, stop your whining! I’ve got work to do!”
He shrugged his shoulders and resumed drinking the cup of coffee he had brought in with him, rambling again about that damn “Takahiro” some more.
Eventually, I got really sick of hearing his name in almost every sentence that slipped from Akihiko’s lips, so I just threw a random comment out there. “You know, you’d probably get over him if you did sleep with someone else.”
“Well, I’m not going to go sleep with some random guy.”
“It doesn’t have to be a complete stranger. Ask a friend.”
“But I don’t know anybody who likes men other than you.”
My eyes widened and my fingers stood still again, that shock from earlier coming back tenfold. How the hell did he know I was gay…? I never told him! But opportunity had presented itself. Opportunity that I didn’t think would ever present itself again. I jumped at the off-chance.
“Fine, I’ll do it.” I grumbled, trying (but really failing) at sounding nonchalant.
Silence ensued. I expected such. He didn’t agree, nor did he disagree; the only sound filling the apartment was the sound of my heater kicking on and off at random.
As the silence stretched on, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I snapped my laptop shut. I slowly stepped over to him, looking at him through those thin reading glasses into gorgeous blue-violet irises. “Well?” I asked, hands resting on my hips.
He averted his eyes momentarily, closing those eyes and sighing through perfect lips. “Fine.” He agreed, setting his coffee cup down on my end table.
My heart fluttered in my chest, hands shaking terribly. He…he had agreed…I was really going to do this. I was going to have sex with Akihiko.
More panic set in. Even though I had been dreaming of this moment (maybe not in this circumstance though) for such a long time, now, now, I was freaking out like some girly virgin. Before I realized it, I had grabbed his hand and had pulled him back into my bedroom.
My guess was that he had peeled off his jacket while I was lost in my own panic, because he had been wearing it when he had agreed to this, and now it was gone. I strutted over to him, slowly, and with trembling hands, I began undoing his tie. I threw it onto the bed and began working with the buttons on his dress shirt, staring at his chest as pale, smooth skin became exposed. He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way and sat on the bed, leaving me to undress myself. This didn’t offend me, and I couldn’t blame him for it-if it were anyone else but Akihiko, I would have let them undress themselves as well.
I sucked in another deep breath as I started working on my belt buckle. This took me a little longer than normal, considering my shivering hands, but I eventually got it done and pulled it off. He watched me as I unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, stunning blue eyes narrowing as I let them drop to the floor. Closing my eyes, I pulled off my boxers, my long white dress shirt covering my nether regions…for now.
When I opened my eyes again, I was thankful to see he was still here, and that this wasn’t just another cruel fantasy. I placed my knee on the bed, crawling over to the center and straddling his lap. He began unbuttoning my shirt, my cheeks flushing a dark pink as my equally red chest was exposed, and eventually the rest of my body. I had already unbuttoned his pants, and he aided in pushing them down to his thighs, his underwear joining them. I could imagine that he felt as exposed as I did.
Just as I was about to begin to stroke Akihiko to get him hard, I quickly grabbed his discarded tie and covered his eyes.
“What…?” He asked, prodding lightly at my hands.
“I’ll just blindfold you, okay? You can just sit back and pretend…” I swallowed. “…I’m your precious ‘Takahiro’.” I whispered, barely able to get out the last part.
He nodded, remaining silent while I prepared him, obviously unable to do it himself. I inhaled yet another deep breath of un-refreshing air as I grabbed his cock in my hands, feeling him tense at my foreign touch. I stroked it a couple of times, which was all it took to get him hard.
I left him for a moment, crawling over to my nightstand and grabbing a bottle of lubricant. I would have preferred to have used a condom, but considering I had just run out, there wasn’t much I could do, and of course I didn’t consider the fact that Akihiko might have one in my hypersensitive state. I crept back over him, pouring clear lubricant out onto my fingers as I straddled him again. I grabbed him in my hand again, this time slightly more confident, stroking and letting the liquid dribble off my fingers.
I blew a stray strand of hair out of my face as I quickly bent forward, leaning my chin on his broad, unclothed shoulder as his long arms came up from the bed. He blindly found my hips as I bucked my hips backward, pressing my slick fingers up against my entrance. I bit my lip as I slowly pushed them inside, trying to stretch myself around them. It was difficult and a tad messy, but I did the best I could. I lifted my head off his shoulder and hovered over his lap, feeling his fingers flex harder against the sensitive flesh of my hips.
I gasped as I slowly lowered myself, feeling pain and pleasure soar throughout my body as he entered me. I heard him grunt, low and deep in his throat while tears flooded my eyes as I lowered myself the rest of the way down. I could feel the tight ring of muscles inside of me being ripped apart. I ignored the stinging ache, trying to concentrate on getting myself hard again before I began moving.
It only took a few moments, which kind of surprised me-my guess was that it was the fact that it actually was Akihiko holding me, inside of me, forcing me apart. I kept my back straight as I began shifting my hips, pushing forward, then back, then forward again.
I concentrated on doing this, this and only this apart from pumping at myself, barely aware of Akihiko’s hands leaving my body. I was more than relieved when I found that his hands had only become weaved in my hair, cool palms resting on my burning cheeks. We both let out soft moans as I felt him nudge my prostate, white hot pleasure flashing throughout my body, making my toes curl under me. I shivered, beginning to buck harder, forcing pressure against that sweet spot.
It had only been a few minutes, but I was already on the edge-I had figured that I wouldn’t last long, not with the knowledge that I was actually coupling with Akihiko. I gasped, my thrusting hips becoming uneven as I stroked myself. I could feel the dull ache building in the pit of my stomach catch fire. I moaned into climax, feeling my warm seed spill over my hand onto our stomachs. No more than a few seconds later I felt Akihiko join me, his load filling me up as we rode out the waves of ecstasy together.
My eyes shown with tears of unshed happiness when I heard him mutter out, “…ro…” Pant. “…hiro…” Pant. Just as I was about to pour my heart and soul out to him, I was cut short-“…Takahiro…”
Cold hands fell away from my cheeks. His face twisted with utter regret. I felt like my heart had just been clawed apart, and those unspoken emotions were now leaking out uncontrollably in my chest, welling in my throat and making it excruciatingly hard to breathe. Tears leaked from my eyes, but I quickly swiped them away before I could break down completely.
I touched his cheek gently before undoing the blindfold and climbing off of him, turning away. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, profoundly sorry for bringing this idea up in the first place.
Akihiko didn’t say anything in reply, to my slight relief. He just gathered up his clothes and gently closed the door as he left.
I fell back on the bed, his warmth still contaminating the sheets. I curled up in its heat, trying to warm up my frozen body. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so cold-was it because of the apartment, or because of Akihiko?
Probably both.
I opted to take a hot shower-my tears couldn’t stain anything in there. I turned on the water as hot as it would go and climbed in. Once I was hidden underneath the steaming drops of water, I let the tears fall. That’s all I could do.
The scalding water burned my skin.
But it felt unbearably cold.
END
Title: Falling in Love was our Greatest Mistake
Author: Emily
Fandom: Junjo Romantica
Characters: Akihiko/Hiroki
Prompt: #10 switched to #60 - Use Me
Word Count: 1,786
Rating: NC-17
Summary: More description of that time where Akihiko and Hiroki slept together in Junjo Egoist Act 1.
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, boy's love, slightly ansty(?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjo Romantica, nor am I making any monetary gain for this fic. Junjo Romantica rightfully belongs to Shungiku Nakamura.
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I had been working on my thesis when Akihiko knocked on my door. Reluctantly, I let him in-I wasn’t particularly in the mood to listen to him whine about his unreturned love with Takahiro, talking about how blind he must be when he was so goddamn blind himself that I unsure of how he got around without a service dog. Plus, my paper was due soon and I wasn’t where I wanted to be at by this point.
After letting him in, I resumed typing, mostly drowning out Akihiko’s ramblings with my own thoughts. Time passed, and he didn’t seem too cut up at the fact that I wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying, which made me kind of think that he probably did the same thing when I talked about last night’s one night stand. But, my fingers stood still when I heard him utter out “sex” amongst his blurred, monotone sentence.
“W-what was that?” I stammered, cheeks flushing the tiniest bit-I hoped Akihiko wouldn’t notice.
He sighed, slight annoyance lacing his breath. “I said, it’s been a long time since I last had sex.”
“Oh.” Phew. “Err, well, why don’t you just go pick someone up at a bar or something? You’re good-looking; you’re bound to get something tonight if you were to go out and try.” I offered, not really caring about the subject anymore, just wanting to get back to writing.
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not like you, Hiroki-I don’t just fuck whoever comes near.”
I glared at him. “Well then, stop your whining! I’ve got work to do!”
He shrugged his shoulders and resumed drinking the cup of coffee he had brought in with him, rambling again about that damn “Takahiro” some more.
Eventually, I got really sick of hearing his name in almost every sentence that slipped from Akihiko’s lips, so I just threw a random comment out there. “You know, you’d probably get over him if you did sleep with someone else.”
“Well, I’m not going to go sleep with some random guy.”
“It doesn’t have to be a complete stranger. Ask a friend.”
“But I don’t know anybody who likes men other than you.”
My eyes widened and my fingers stood still again, that shock from earlier coming back tenfold. How the hell did he know I was gay…? I never told him! But opportunity had presented itself. Opportunity that I didn’t think would ever present itself again. I jumped at the off-chance.
“Fine, I’ll do it.” I grumbled, trying (but really failing) at sounding nonchalant.
Silence ensued. I expected such. He didn’t agree, nor did he disagree; the only sound filling the apartment was the sound of my heater kicking on and off at random.
As the silence stretched on, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I snapped my laptop shut. I slowly stepped over to him, looking at him through those thin reading glasses into gorgeous blue-violet irises. “Well?” I asked, hands resting on my hips.
He averted his eyes momentarily, closing those eyes and sighing through perfect lips. “Fine.” He agreed, setting his coffee cup down on my end table.
My heart fluttered in my chest, hands shaking terribly. He…he had agreed…I was really going to do this. I was going to have sex with Akihiko.
More panic set in. Even though I had been dreaming of this moment (maybe not in this circumstance though) for such a long time, now, now, I was freaking out like some girly virgin. Before I realized it, I had grabbed his hand and had pulled him back into my bedroom.
My guess was that he had peeled off his jacket while I was lost in my own panic, because he had been wearing it when he had agreed to this, and now it was gone. I strutted over to him, slowly, and with trembling hands, I began undoing his tie. I threw it onto the bed and began working with the buttons on his dress shirt, staring at his chest as pale, smooth skin became exposed. He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way and sat on the bed, leaving me to undress myself. This didn’t offend me, and I couldn’t blame him for it-if it were anyone else but Akihiko, I would have let them undress themselves as well.
I sucked in another deep breath as I started working on my belt buckle. This took me a little longer than normal, considering my shivering hands, but I eventually got it done and pulled it off. He watched me as I unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, stunning blue eyes narrowing as I let them drop to the floor. Closing my eyes, I pulled off my boxers, my long white dress shirt covering my nether regions…for now.
When I opened my eyes again, I was thankful to see he was still here, and that this wasn’t just another cruel fantasy. I placed my knee on the bed, crawling over to the center and straddling his lap. He began unbuttoning my shirt, my cheeks flushing a dark pink as my equally red chest was exposed, and eventually the rest of my body. I had already unbuttoned his pants, and he aided in pushing them down to his thighs, his underwear joining them. I could imagine that he felt as exposed as I did.
Just as I was about to begin to stroke Akihiko to get him hard, I quickly grabbed his discarded tie and covered his eyes.
“What…?” He asked, prodding lightly at my hands.
“I’ll just blindfold you, okay? You can just sit back and pretend…” I swallowed. “…I’m your precious ‘Takahiro’.” I whispered, barely able to get out the last part.
He nodded, remaining silent while I prepared him, obviously unable to do it himself. I inhaled yet another deep breath of un-refreshing air as I grabbed his cock in my hands, feeling him tense at my foreign touch. I stroked it a couple of times, which was all it took to get him hard.
I left him for a moment, crawling over to my nightstand and grabbing a bottle of lubricant. I would have preferred to have used a condom, but considering I had just run out, there wasn’t much I could do, and of course I didn’t consider the fact that Akihiko might have one in my hypersensitive state. I crept back over him, pouring clear lubricant out onto my fingers as I straddled him again. I grabbed him in my hand again, this time slightly more confident, stroking and letting the liquid dribble off my fingers.
I blew a stray strand of hair out of my face as I quickly bent forward, leaning my chin on his broad, unclothed shoulder as his long arms came up from the bed. He blindly found my hips as I bucked my hips backward, pressing my slick fingers up against my entrance. I bit my lip as I slowly pushed them inside, trying to stretch myself around them. It was difficult and a tad messy, but I did the best I could. I lifted my head off his shoulder and hovered over his lap, feeling his fingers flex harder against the sensitive flesh of my hips.
I gasped as I slowly lowered myself, feeling pain and pleasure soar throughout my body as he entered me. I heard him grunt, low and deep in his throat while tears flooded my eyes as I lowered myself the rest of the way down. I could feel the tight ring of muscles inside of me being ripped apart. I ignored the stinging ache, trying to concentrate on getting myself hard again before I began moving.
It only took a few moments, which kind of surprised me-my guess was that it was the fact that it actually was Akihiko holding me, inside of me, forcing me apart. I kept my back straight as I began shifting my hips, pushing forward, then back, then forward again.
I concentrated on doing this, this and only this apart from pumping at myself, barely aware of Akihiko’s hands leaving my body. I was more than relieved when I found that his hands had only become weaved in my hair, cool palms resting on my burning cheeks. We both let out soft moans as I felt him nudge my prostate, white hot pleasure flashing throughout my body, making my toes curl under me. I shivered, beginning to buck harder, forcing pressure against that sweet spot.
It had only been a few minutes, but I was already on the edge-I had figured that I wouldn’t last long, not with the knowledge that I was actually coupling with Akihiko. I gasped, my thrusting hips becoming uneven as I stroked myself. I could feel the dull ache building in the pit of my stomach catch fire. I moaned into climax, feeling my warm seed spill over my hand onto our stomachs. No more than a few seconds later I felt Akihiko join me, his load filling me up as we rode out the waves of ecstasy together.
My eyes shown with tears of unshed happiness when I heard him mutter out, “…ro…” Pant. “…hiro…” Pant. Just as I was about to pour my heart and soul out to him, I was cut short-“…Takahiro…”
Cold hands fell away from my cheeks. His face twisted with utter regret. I felt like my heart had just been clawed apart, and those unspoken emotions were now leaking out uncontrollably in my chest, welling in my throat and making it excruciatingly hard to breathe. Tears leaked from my eyes, but I quickly swiped them away before I could break down completely.
I touched his cheek gently before undoing the blindfold and climbing off of him, turning away. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, profoundly sorry for bringing this idea up in the first place.
Akihiko didn’t say anything in reply, to my slight relief. He just gathered up his clothes and gently closed the door as he left.
I fell back on the bed, his warmth still contaminating the sheets. I curled up in its heat, trying to warm up my frozen body. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so cold-was it because of the apartment, or because of Akihiko?
Probably both.
I opted to take a hot shower-my tears couldn’t stain anything in there. I turned on the water as hot as it would go and climbed in. Once I was hidden underneath the steaming drops of water, I let the tears fall. That’s all I could do.
The scalding water burned my skin.
But it felt unbearably cold.
END