Fic: First
Title: First
Author: lizstarsky
Rating: Strong PG-13 (not entirely worksafe)
Pairing: Eiji x Oishi
Word Count: 1003
Summary: The first time. (Rated strong PG-13 for sexual situations.)
Notes: I've been wanting to write an Eiji As Seme fic for a long time, and here's my first effort in that vein. My plan here was to write a short, no-more-than-1000-words ficlet, but I seeeeeeem to have gone three words over. Sue me. :P
Cross-posted to my journal.
First
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Their first time is at Eiji's house on a rainy Saturday. Eiji is sitting by the window breathing in the scent of the rain, his eyes lightly closed and his knees drawn up to his chest. Oishi sits at the desk in the corner, poring over his math notes and tapping a pencil eraser against his lips, all the while humming a soft melody Eiji doesn't recognize.
For a long time there is a comfortable silence between them, both absorbed in the lazy peace of the afternoon, and then Eiji gives a cavernous yawn and turns from the window to stretch out his legs. He's fresh out of the shower, his skin still jeweled with moisture, damp hair clinging to his cheeks, and because no one is home with him but Oishi, he hasn't bothered to dress beyond a cottony pair of boxers and an overlarge, unbuttoned white shirt.
He opens his mouth to suggest that they head downstairs for a snack break or something, but one look at Oishi and the words dry up in his throat. There's just something about the way the dark hair falls over his eyes, the way his throat muscles shift as he hums...
No, it's more than that. It's everything. The curve of his cheek, the glitter of the silver chain peeking out from the collar of his shirt, the slow play of muscles across his forearm as he writes. The snug wrap of blue jeans over muscled legs.
Eiji swallows with some difficulty, and wills his body not to respond to the sudden flush of desire.
He's been thinking about Oishi a lot lately, about the two of them wrapped together in a warm, dark place. He's been thinking about Oishi's lips on his skin, Oishi lying on top of him, beside him, beneath him, Oishi tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut and moaning his name. He's been thinking about going a lot further than they have--about lying on top of Oishi and pressing deep inside of him--but they've only been dating for a few months and neither of them has ever done it before and the time is never right and they want their first time to be perfect, don't they?
But Oishi is here now, and his parents will be out for the rest of the night, and he still has the stuff he and Fuji bought at the drug store back when he and Oishi first started dating...
And he wants this. He wants it so badly that he can feel it aching and writhing inside of him.
"Oishi," he says quietly.
Oishi's humming and pencil-tapping ceases abruptly, and he turns in his chair. "Hm?"
Eiji stands up and walks slowly towards Oishi, his fingers teasing the buttons near the hem of his shirt. He hopes he looks sexy and desirable and not just like a silly kid wearing his older brother's shirt.
Oishi blinks at him again, but his eyes have gone dark and full and a slow flush is creeping across his cheeks. His lips are parted, soft breaths seeping out through them, and Eiji watches with some amusement as the pencil slips out of his fingers and rolls across the desktop.
Without a word, Eiji slides his hands over the curve of Oishi's shoulders and straddles him, lowering himself onto Oishi's lap and letting his arms circle the other boy's neck. He leans in until the tips of their noses are almost touching and stares into Oishi's eyes, letting all of what he wants lie bare in his eyes for Oishi to see.
The green irises widen, just slightly, and he knows that Oishi understands.
"Eiji?"
The word is soft, breathless, and full of question. Are you sure?
He answers by leaning in to bring their mouths together, one hand sliding into the warm space beneath Oishi's shirt as they kiss.
When they part, both of them are flushed and breathing hard, and Eiji sees his own longing reflected in Oishi's eyes. Strong arms go snug around his back, pressing their bodies more tightly together, and then Oishi is getting to his feet and walking them carefully over to the bed. He lowers Eiji onto his back on the mattress, pauses for a moment to tug his shirt off over his head, and then crawls on top of him so their bare chests slide together with a warm, slow friction.
They kiss for awhile, rolling back and forth on the bed and peeling off layers of clothing. They murmur soft words to each other every now and then, and smile at each other and sometimes laugh quietly, but mostly there is just the rustling of the bed sheets and the rhythm of the rain. After awhile, Eiji remembers the little paper bag in his closet and goes to get it, his feet making dents in the plush carpeting, the air cool and strange on his naked skin. He knows Oishi is watching him as he digs through a pile of clothes in search of the bag, and he can't help wondering if he looks sexy or stupid.
When he turns around, Oishi is lying on his side on the bed, chin propped by his hand, eyes soft and warm in the low lighting. And Eiji knows with a suddenness that clenches his heart that he is loved, and that Oishi trusts him as much as he trusts Oishi, and that this is really going to happen. Oishi is going to let him crawl inside of him and live in the warmth of his body, and he's going to feel the spasming squeeze of Oishi's muscles around him as he comes.
Suddenly he smiles, and walks back to the bed with arms hanging loose at his sides, wanting Oishi to look at him--wanting to feel that gaze sliding over him like warm, caressing hands.
Oishi smiles too, and welcomes him back into the bed with arms that pull him close, pull him down, invite him inside.
*****
Author: lizstarsky
Rating: Strong PG-13 (not entirely worksafe)
Pairing: Eiji x Oishi
Word Count: 1003
Summary: The first time. (Rated strong PG-13 for sexual situations.)
Notes: I've been wanting to write an Eiji As Seme fic for a long time, and here's my first effort in that vein. My plan here was to write a short, no-more-than-1000-words ficlet, but I seeeeeeem to have gone three words over. Sue me. :P
Cross-posted to my journal.
First
******
Their first time is at Eiji's house on a rainy Saturday. Eiji is sitting by the window breathing in the scent of the rain, his eyes lightly closed and his knees drawn up to his chest. Oishi sits at the desk in the corner, poring over his math notes and tapping a pencil eraser against his lips, all the while humming a soft melody Eiji doesn't recognize.
For a long time there is a comfortable silence between them, both absorbed in the lazy peace of the afternoon, and then Eiji gives a cavernous yawn and turns from the window to stretch out his legs. He's fresh out of the shower, his skin still jeweled with moisture, damp hair clinging to his cheeks, and because no one is home with him but Oishi, he hasn't bothered to dress beyond a cottony pair of boxers and an overlarge, unbuttoned white shirt.
He opens his mouth to suggest that they head downstairs for a snack break or something, but one look at Oishi and the words dry up in his throat. There's just something about the way the dark hair falls over his eyes, the way his throat muscles shift as he hums...
No, it's more than that. It's everything. The curve of his cheek, the glitter of the silver chain peeking out from the collar of his shirt, the slow play of muscles across his forearm as he writes. The snug wrap of blue jeans over muscled legs.
Eiji swallows with some difficulty, and wills his body not to respond to the sudden flush of desire.
He's been thinking about Oishi a lot lately, about the two of them wrapped together in a warm, dark place. He's been thinking about Oishi's lips on his skin, Oishi lying on top of him, beside him, beneath him, Oishi tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut and moaning his name. He's been thinking about going a lot further than they have--about lying on top of Oishi and pressing deep inside of him--but they've only been dating for a few months and neither of them has ever done it before and the time is never right and they want their first time to be perfect, don't they?
But Oishi is here now, and his parents will be out for the rest of the night, and he still has the stuff he and Fuji bought at the drug store back when he and Oishi first started dating...
And he wants this. He wants it so badly that he can feel it aching and writhing inside of him.
"Oishi," he says quietly.
Oishi's humming and pencil-tapping ceases abruptly, and he turns in his chair. "Hm?"
Eiji stands up and walks slowly towards Oishi, his fingers teasing the buttons near the hem of his shirt. He hopes he looks sexy and desirable and not just like a silly kid wearing his older brother's shirt.
Oishi blinks at him again, but his eyes have gone dark and full and a slow flush is creeping across his cheeks. His lips are parted, soft breaths seeping out through them, and Eiji watches with some amusement as the pencil slips out of his fingers and rolls across the desktop.
Without a word, Eiji slides his hands over the curve of Oishi's shoulders and straddles him, lowering himself onto Oishi's lap and letting his arms circle the other boy's neck. He leans in until the tips of their noses are almost touching and stares into Oishi's eyes, letting all of what he wants lie bare in his eyes for Oishi to see.
The green irises widen, just slightly, and he knows that Oishi understands.
"Eiji?"
The word is soft, breathless, and full of question. Are you sure?
He answers by leaning in to bring their mouths together, one hand sliding into the warm space beneath Oishi's shirt as they kiss.
When they part, both of them are flushed and breathing hard, and Eiji sees his own longing reflected in Oishi's eyes. Strong arms go snug around his back, pressing their bodies more tightly together, and then Oishi is getting to his feet and walking them carefully over to the bed. He lowers Eiji onto his back on the mattress, pauses for a moment to tug his shirt off over his head, and then crawls on top of him so their bare chests slide together with a warm, slow friction.
They kiss for awhile, rolling back and forth on the bed and peeling off layers of clothing. They murmur soft words to each other every now and then, and smile at each other and sometimes laugh quietly, but mostly there is just the rustling of the bed sheets and the rhythm of the rain. After awhile, Eiji remembers the little paper bag in his closet and goes to get it, his feet making dents in the plush carpeting, the air cool and strange on his naked skin. He knows Oishi is watching him as he digs through a pile of clothes in search of the bag, and he can't help wondering if he looks sexy or stupid.
When he turns around, Oishi is lying on his side on the bed, chin propped by his hand, eyes soft and warm in the low lighting. And Eiji knows with a suddenness that clenches his heart that he is loved, and that Oishi trusts him as much as he trusts Oishi, and that this is really going to happen. Oishi is going to let him crawl inside of him and live in the warmth of his body, and he's going to feel the spasming squeeze of Oishi's muscles around him as he comes.
Suddenly he smiles, and walks back to the bed with arms hanging loose at his sides, wanting Oishi to look at him--wanting to feel that gaze sliding over him like warm, caressing hands.
Oishi smiles too, and welcomes him back into the bed with arms that pull him close, pull him down, invite him inside.
*****