Love's Closure - writing day 1
Otay, something came over me. anywhose, Jen you might remember us talking about how we write. I'm a choppy writer, major choppy writer (meaning I get something in my head, jot it down and later piece it together like a puzzle). So here is what I posted of Seiji/Touma's story on the ML, whenever I'm in the mood I'll come on here and add something.
Sooner or later it'll piece together. <=) BTW, I am giving the ML what they voted for...snickers...but they aren't getting the shy Touma they are use to me writing. AFter all, Seiji and Touma have now been together for 6 years. LOL!
This is GRAPHIC YAOI or will be by the time I finish. So DO NOT READ IT IF YOUR EASILY OFFEND BY MEN HAVING SEX OR MEN JACKING OFF
And don't whine if your disappointed, I'm a so-so writer...
And this may or may not be the final product delivered to the ML. <=)
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Graduation Day
Love's Closure
Author: RoninBrat
Six Years Later
Touma sat in his chair racing against time, toes lightly tapping with impatience against the carpeted floor at his feet. Pencil tip chewed to the point that the eraser was now useless.
Fifteen minutes left on the written exam. Fifteen frickety minutes until freedom. Sighing he came to the last essay question, if luck would have it he'd have plenty of time to scan what he'd done up to that point before turning it over to the professor.
Six long years it had taken him to graduate college. Six busy long years. Between working full time as a limo driver in the evenings, studying until the wee hours of the morning and making love in the afternoon with Seiji.
Oh, he had no complaints, not after the first year anyway. The first year had been spent arguing with Seiji about money and college tuition. Seiji had wanted to help pay for it but he'd refused. This was just something he had to do for himself.
Seiji and Shuu had graduated two years previous they'd went to college fulltime their families covering their expenses. Shin had graduated three years ago and was even now working on his Masters in Marine Biology.
Blowing at the legendary tuft of hair that forever got on his nerves he glanced down at his watch. Damn! Stop woolgathering Hashiba!
Completing his condensed thoughts on the question Touma emphasized the closure with a hard pressed period that snapped the tip of his pencil. Frowning he prayed he didn't need to change anything since it was his seventh and last pencil to be snapped at the tip.
Risking a glance up at Professor Mia ( ). How the seven hells she got to be one of his professors he'd never know. Down right uncomfortable it'd been the first couple of weeks.
He had to refrain from chuckling out right at the impassive front she was trying to display, so different from this morning. She'd been far more excited then he earlier in the day. He'd refused even food because of his nervousness. Now his stomach was embarrassingly uncomfortable.
Ah! But it was almost over and outside awaiting him was freedom from homework, from test, from financial worries. Freedom to get a better paying job, which was already lined up. Freedom to love Seiji more.
Seiji. His rock. His anchor.
Stop! Stop! Stop! Finish this test.
"Five minutes." Came Mia's soft voice from where she sat.
Several groans could be heard around him at the announcement. Luckily Touma saw no changes that he really could make without changing the context of any given answer. Satisfied he gathered his seven broken pencils and threw them into his book bag. Collecting it on his shoulder he stood up taking his paper to his Professor which he laid in her neatly stacked inbox. He hadn't been the first to finish but he'd most definitely was not the last. With a sly wink at Mia he quietly departed. Now the waiting would begin. Mia had promised his results by evening.
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Pulling the raggedy Montero into the drive Touma was slightly disappointed to find no one home. Well, what could one expect you selfish boy? They are all at work, besides there was plenty to do before evening arrived. He was very much looking forward to Seiji taking him out to dinner to celebrate his newfound freedom but he had a totally different dinner in mind. He and Seiji hadn't had sex in nearly ... Touma counted on his fingers as he thought about it ... 6 days?!?
Unforgivable!
Six long days of hard studying, six long days of putting Seiji off so he could study. Without a doubt he looked forward to the punishment later. Grinning wickedly he stopped his musings long enough to get out of the truck and head into the house where he promptly headed straight to their room.
Over the years the decor of the room had changed. The first year Shu had rearranged the place in his anger and frustration at what had occurred at the dynasty. Every single reminder gone in one single bout of fit. But he hadn't minded. About that time everything about his haunting past had came out. Shu had been just more physical about his opinion in the matter, while Ryo had been vocal, Seiji broading and Shin; well Shin had his anger too but he hadn't been afraid to outright ask him when some question or thought crossed his mind. In the end though, the only thing that mattered, Seiji still wanted him and the guys were still his friends. In a sense they all had come out stronger for it.
Sighing he sat down on the bed and looked about it now. A little melancholy emotion shadowing his mood. They would be leaving this place in a month. Moving to live above the Dojo, so that both of them would be closer to their jobs. It was a logical thing to do.
Falling back on the bed he contemplated what to do next. His stomach still screamed 'feed me', his brain wanted sleep and his body wanted release. Three different parts of him wanting three different things so they could function as one. Grinning at his own sense of humor a wicked thought came to him.
A release, shower, nap and an awaiting appetite, shrugging his shoulder he decided that at least two of his functions would be satisfied. He had no qualms about seeking out his own release. In fact it would be the best thing to do if he wanted a long leisurely evening with his blonde lover who was sure to prolong release as punishment for putting him off, he so loved Seiji's punishments. Frustrating at times, rare in occurrence. Just the thought made him harden.
Tucking an arm under his head, Touma's free hand snaked down to trace his cock thru the tight fabric of his jeans. He could feel the purple colored veins already pumping blood at a speedy rate, engorging him, filling him, screaming for freedom.
Biting down on his bottom lip, decision already made, his hand moved to undo the zipper.
He could do this one handed, no problem, he was after all an archer. And archers had strong powerful hands. Touma found himself laughing softly, yea, he'd learned to take Seiji on one handed whenever Seiji was in the mood to hand over control. Which was nice on occasion. His blonde lover even more babyish then anyone could ever guess during those intense moments.
When cool air hit his cock, Touma's thoughts scattered. Six days afterall was a pretty long time for a healthy boy of his tender age.
Wiggling his hips, he pushed down his boxers and jeans just enough to press against his balls. Nice. Tight. He shuddered all over and not from the cold.
Keeping his eyes closed he imagined Seiji's hands on him. Seiji's hands tracing the bulging veins, Seiji's hands rubbing his slit, digging a fine nail into his flesh, gathering moisture. His ass muscles constricted with the rememberance of Seiji filling him. That would come later, much later.
***
okay well, til next time.
>=]
Sooner or later it'll piece together. <=) BTW, I am giving the ML what they voted for...snickers...but they aren't getting the shy Touma they are use to me writing. AFter all, Seiji and Touma have now been together for 6 years. LOL!
This is GRAPHIC YAOI or will be by the time I finish. So DO NOT READ IT IF YOUR EASILY OFFEND BY MEN HAVING SEX OR MEN JACKING OFF
And don't whine if your disappointed, I'm a so-so writer...
And this may or may not be the final product delivered to the ML. <=)
~~~
Graduation Day
Love's Closure
Author: RoninBrat
Six Years Later
Touma sat in his chair racing against time, toes lightly tapping with impatience against the carpeted floor at his feet. Pencil tip chewed to the point that the eraser was now useless.
Fifteen minutes left on the written exam. Fifteen frickety minutes until freedom. Sighing he came to the last essay question, if luck would have it he'd have plenty of time to scan what he'd done up to that point before turning it over to the professor.
Six long years it had taken him to graduate college. Six busy long years. Between working full time as a limo driver in the evenings, studying until the wee hours of the morning and making love in the afternoon with Seiji.
Oh, he had no complaints, not after the first year anyway. The first year had been spent arguing with Seiji about money and college tuition. Seiji had wanted to help pay for it but he'd refused. This was just something he had to do for himself.
Seiji and Shuu had graduated two years previous they'd went to college fulltime their families covering their expenses. Shin had graduated three years ago and was even now working on his Masters in Marine Biology.
Blowing at the legendary tuft of hair that forever got on his nerves he glanced down at his watch. Damn! Stop woolgathering Hashiba!
Completing his condensed thoughts on the question Touma emphasized the closure with a hard pressed period that snapped the tip of his pencil. Frowning he prayed he didn't need to change anything since it was his seventh and last pencil to be snapped at the tip.
Risking a glance up at Professor Mia ( ). How the seven hells she got to be one of his professors he'd never know. Down right uncomfortable it'd been the first couple of weeks.
He had to refrain from chuckling out right at the impassive front she was trying to display, so different from this morning. She'd been far more excited then he earlier in the day. He'd refused even food because of his nervousness. Now his stomach was embarrassingly uncomfortable.
Ah! But it was almost over and outside awaiting him was freedom from homework, from test, from financial worries. Freedom to get a better paying job, which was already lined up. Freedom to love Seiji more.
Seiji. His rock. His anchor.
Stop! Stop! Stop! Finish this test.
"Five minutes." Came Mia's soft voice from where she sat.
Several groans could be heard around him at the announcement. Luckily Touma saw no changes that he really could make without changing the context of any given answer. Satisfied he gathered his seven broken pencils and threw them into his book bag. Collecting it on his shoulder he stood up taking his paper to his Professor which he laid in her neatly stacked inbox. He hadn't been the first to finish but he'd most definitely was not the last. With a sly wink at Mia he quietly departed. Now the waiting would begin. Mia had promised his results by evening.
~~~~
Pulling the raggedy Montero into the drive Touma was slightly disappointed to find no one home. Well, what could one expect you selfish boy? They are all at work, besides there was plenty to do before evening arrived. He was very much looking forward to Seiji taking him out to dinner to celebrate his newfound freedom but he had a totally different dinner in mind. He and Seiji hadn't had sex in nearly ... Touma counted on his fingers as he thought about it ... 6 days?!?
Unforgivable!
Six long days of hard studying, six long days of putting Seiji off so he could study. Without a doubt he looked forward to the punishment later. Grinning wickedly he stopped his musings long enough to get out of the truck and head into the house where he promptly headed straight to their room.
Over the years the decor of the room had changed. The first year Shu had rearranged the place in his anger and frustration at what had occurred at the dynasty. Every single reminder gone in one single bout of fit. But he hadn't minded. About that time everything about his haunting past had came out. Shu had been just more physical about his opinion in the matter, while Ryo had been vocal, Seiji broading and Shin; well Shin had his anger too but he hadn't been afraid to outright ask him when some question or thought crossed his mind. In the end though, the only thing that mattered, Seiji still wanted him and the guys were still his friends. In a sense they all had come out stronger for it.
Sighing he sat down on the bed and looked about it now. A little melancholy emotion shadowing his mood. They would be leaving this place in a month. Moving to live above the Dojo, so that both of them would be closer to their jobs. It was a logical thing to do.
Falling back on the bed he contemplated what to do next. His stomach still screamed 'feed me', his brain wanted sleep and his body wanted release. Three different parts of him wanting three different things so they could function as one. Grinning at his own sense of humor a wicked thought came to him.
A release, shower, nap and an awaiting appetite, shrugging his shoulder he decided that at least two of his functions would be satisfied. He had no qualms about seeking out his own release. In fact it would be the best thing to do if he wanted a long leisurely evening with his blonde lover who was sure to prolong release as punishment for putting him off, he so loved Seiji's punishments. Frustrating at times, rare in occurrence. Just the thought made him harden.
Tucking an arm under his head, Touma's free hand snaked down to trace his cock thru the tight fabric of his jeans. He could feel the purple colored veins already pumping blood at a speedy rate, engorging him, filling him, screaming for freedom.
Biting down on his bottom lip, decision already made, his hand moved to undo the zipper.
He could do this one handed, no problem, he was after all an archer. And archers had strong powerful hands. Touma found himself laughing softly, yea, he'd learned to take Seiji on one handed whenever Seiji was in the mood to hand over control. Which was nice on occasion. His blonde lover even more babyish then anyone could ever guess during those intense moments.
When cool air hit his cock, Touma's thoughts scattered. Six days afterall was a pretty long time for a healthy boy of his tender age.
Wiggling his hips, he pushed down his boxers and jeans just enough to press against his balls. Nice. Tight. He shuddered all over and not from the cold.
Keeping his eyes closed he imagined Seiji's hands on him. Seiji's hands tracing the bulging veins, Seiji's hands rubbing his slit, digging a fine nail into his flesh, gathering moisture. His ass muscles constricted with the rememberance of Seiji filling him. That would come later, much later.
***
okay well, til next time.
>=]