Because we're cracked like that.
So... a long time ago (okay mebbe less than a month),
slytherisa and I got into a conversation about our RP characters and how so-and-so from one couple(or threesome) would be hot with so-and-so from another couple(or threesome). So of course... we had to shuffle them about and funnily the only two people we absolutely couldn't see with anyone else but each other were Carter Valentine and Trevelyn Jones(soon to be Valentine). So of course... I am now remixing all of our characters. We're AUing our OWN characters. I don't know whether to be amused or horrified.
First up is Christopher Larkin:
formerly of the Ryo/Kei/Chris threesome and Naoya Tatsunori:
of the Cillian/Eddie/Naoya threesome.
Title: RP-Remix 1 (yeah I'm boring I know)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, sex, ghei sex, abuse of a Bristolian accent...
Disclaimer: Damn straight these are our characters, though some names of other characters may have been stolen borrowed from pretty Japanese popstars. And Yamapi belongs to himself. Or Johnny. Who knows. Whatevs. He only gets mentioned as a plot point.
Word Count: 7013 (All. Chris'. Fault.)
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There were two things that Christopher Larkin knew for sure about his life by the time he was fifteen.
One was that he was never going to be popular; this was a long accepted fact. Despite the fact that he was smart and not at all hard on the eyes, he had too little self confidence to ever attract any sort of following.
The second was that if he had known in his fifth year that a seventh year new student would transfer in, one who was the spitting image of the Japanese pop star Yamapi, he might have picked someone else’s image to jerk off to.
But considering what happened then, Chris wasn’t sure he would have changed it for the world.
The first time he saw Naoya Tatsunori, he was reading in the library and the other boy… well actually Chris had no idea what he was doing in the library. He didn’t have a schoolbag or any other sort of class-related paraphernalia on him - not that Chris had been conscious of this at the time; as his mind had sort of gone on a walkabout the instant he had seen the boy.
In fact, he was pretty sure he had slipped into a coma, because he hadn’t even noticed when his talkative best friend sat down next to him.
“Ne~, Chris-kun, you are not listening to me. At least pretend,” the aforementioned friend said plaintively, “to be listening.” Not getting any sort of response, he leaned forward and waved one slim hand in front of Chris’ dark eyes. “Chris-kuuu~n…” Frowning at the continued blank look on his friend’s face, he flicked the tip of his nose.
“DAH!” Chris jerked back from Kei’s touch in surprise. “Kei… what are you doing?!”
“You were off in space, Chris-kun, I called you several times. What is wrong,” the taller boy asked as he looked at his friend with worry. It wasn’t like Chris to be so inattentive, that was usually Kei’s thing. His worry grew greater when instead of gracing him with a pretty apologetic smile like he usually did, Chris’ cheeks turned pink and he turned his head away. “Ehhh? Chris-kun… are you okay?” He attempted to follow his friend’s gaze but the only thing in that direction was a tall boy who was staring at a line of books almost blankly. A boy who looked strangely familiar.
Blinking rapidly, Kei leaned across Chris’ lap, practically in it, to peer intently at the boy as he waited for that niggling recognition to click. When it did, his jaw dropped, pink lips wide in astonishment. “Chris-kun…”
“Yes?”
“Chris-kun…”
“…yes?”
“Chris-kun…”
“What, Kei?”
“That guy looks just like Yamapi…” Kei breathed in awe, his excitement not dented in the least by his friend’s exasperated tone; his inner fan-girl making him wiggle on Chris’ lap until the smaller boy shoved him back into his own seat. Stopping to think for perhaps 0.02 seconds, Kei bounced out of his seat and over to the older looking boy before Chris could register the action and even think about inhaling to protest.
By the time he had his wits back about him, Kei was already approaching the shorter boy with a wide blinding smile.
Chris groaned and dropped his head to the tabletop with a dull thunk and covered his head with his arms. This was not going to be pretty. He loved Kei like a brother, but the boy had a level of naivety at his age that should have been impossible, and it led him to do some of the strangest and problematic things - like not knowing that Chris’ number one bully, Ryo Nishikido, wanted into his long-legged pants; information that Chris was still valiantly trying to scrub from his brain from when the older boy had let that little tidbit slip - or going up to virtual strangers who looked like hot pop-stars and talking to them. Something that Chris couldn’t - and wouldn’t - have done in a million years. It was one of the things he admired about Kei… until it involved him.
“Excuse me…” a smooth low voice interrupted Chris’ attempt to bury his face in the tabletop and he looked up automatically, only to come face to face with the Yamapi-lookalike.
Chris promptly turned an alarming shade of red that had Kei darting out from behind the other boy to flutter over him worriedly.
“Are you okay Chris-kun? Are you choking? Can you breathe? Do you need Madame Pomfrey?”
“I-I’m fine Kei. Stop fluttering,” Chris managed to say once he found his voice. He wanted to glare at Kei for bringing the boy over, but then his friend would probably cry and the last thing he could handle on top of exploding in embarrassment was making the emotional boy cry. Kei had potent tears and he had yet to see anyone face them and come out unscathed or unsympathetic no matter how small the reason for distress.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” the other boy asked when Chris refused to lift his head back up to look up at him. Chris could hear the confusion plain in his voice, but he wasn’t planning on enlightening the boy that the reason he couldn’t even look at him was because when he was alone he masturbated to the mental image of someone who looked just like him.
“Re-really. I’m fine,” Chris repeated. “I… I have to go.” He pushed his chair back with an almost ear-splitting shriek of wood on stone before he uncharacteristically shoved all of his things back into his bag and threw it over his shoulder. Grabbing Kei’s slender arm in one hand, he dragged him with as he mumbled goodbye over his shoulder without looking back. He left behind a confused and bewildered Naoya who continued to stare after him long after he was gone from sight.
“Merlin Kei, what were you thinking,” Chris hissed at his friend as soon as they were clear of the library and walking down the hall at a slower pace. “You can’t just…” he trailed off because he had finally turned to look at his friend and was face to face with a formidable pout complete with wobbly lower lip and encroaching tears glistening in brown almond-shaped eyes. Shit. With a resigned sigh he cleared his body of his lingering annoyance. “You just… you can’t go around just talking to people like that,” he finished.
As they started walking again, Kei’s tears miraculously drying almost instantaneously, Chris realized how dumb that had sounded. Telling Kei to not talk to people (or at all) was like telling gravity to stop working. It was a futile effort and was probably against the laws of physics.
“But… Chris was looking, so I wanted to see what he was like,” Kei replied somewhat petulantly as they started walking again, the slender boy shoving delicate hands into his pockets and hunching his shoulders like he was a child who had been scolded. Sometimes Chris found it hard to believe they were the same age. Kei just had this… sparkly aura that made him seem so much younger despite his developed body. It was this main reason why Chris hadn’t said anything to him about what Ryo had let slip.
Knowing Kei, he would have gone straight to Ryo with wide innocent eyes and wanted to know what Chris meant. And of course… once Ryo got him on his own… well; Kei didn’t stand a chance. So there was no way he was going to let his precious friend fall into that… bastard’s clutches.
Focusing back on Kei’s petulant words, he sighed. “Well?”
Kei looked at him in confusion.
“What did you find out?” Chris raised an eyebrow expectantly, a small smile on his full lips. After all, if he was going to be humiliated, the least he could get out of it was information on the Yamapi-lookalike.
“Oh!” Kei brightened considerably. “His name is Naoya Tatsunori, he’s seventeen and in Slytherin. He’s from Bristol, he likes surfing, and he thinks you’re cute.” Kei’s smile widened at this last bit of information even as Chris turned a frightening shade of maroon.
“KEI!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO HIM,” Chris shrieked, sure that all of Hogwarts and even most of Hogsmeade heard him this time as he tripped to a halt once more in the middle of the hallway. His dark eyes were wide in horror even as he struggled to slow his heart and stop his face from burning off from his blush. How had Kei managed to extract such information when Chris was sure he’d only been over there for less than a minute?
“What’s going on here, Tofu-kun? You look like someone just twisted your panties,” said a deep dark voice that rippled with humour. The owner of the voice came up to stand almost inappropriately close to Kei even as he continued to look at Chris.
Chris blanched and shot a desperate look to Kei, hoping that the boy would keep his mouth shut - for once - and not repeat what he had just told him before he glared at his nemesis, for standing so close to Kei as much as for just existing at the wrong time. “Nothing that’s your business, Ryo,” he said snarkily, even as his blush returned full force.
The startlingly short boy merely smiled a shark’s smile at him even as he touched the back of Kei’s hand to get his attention, something easily gained; for some reason that Chris couldn’t fathom, Kei never seemed to notice how much of an asshole Ryo was. Maybe because the older boy never was to him. “Kei-cha~n,” he sing-songed, something that should have seemed bizarre from the normally taciturn boy, but it strangely suited him just as easily as his quick temper and sharp tongue did. “Tell me what you’re talking about. I’ll give you a presento~.” Tugging a Muggle chocolate bar from his bag he waved it in front of the tall boy.
Chris saw Kei’s face, saw his expression waver in the face of the promise of a treat if he told and he hurried to intervene. “Keiichiro…” his voice was stern as he stared at his friend.
Kei bit his lower lip at the mild reprimand in his best friend’s tone. Looking first at Ryo, and then to the tantalizing treat he held before looking back at Chris, he came to a decision. Snatching up the chocolate bar he held it close to his chest before saying, “We were talking about Yamapi.” It wasn’t a lie, more that he was only relaying part of the conversation, which eased his conscience enough for him to take the treat guilt-free.
Ryo blinked for a moment before turning towards Chris, “Why would he need to be secretive about that, Tofu-kun? What’s the matter, ashamed of being a Yamapi fanboy? Or do you jerk off at night to the thought of him?” He had meant it as a joke, something to get a rise out of the younger boy, so when Chris turned an astonishing shade of purple and started spluttering Ryo’s dark eyes widened and he started laughing even as Kei twitched to move towards his friend as he looked like he was choking for the second time today.
Since Fate was not just one woman, but three, they chose that moment to have a good chuckle at Chris’ expense, and who should leave the library and be coming down the hall towards them at that moment but the secret topic of their discussion; Naoya Tatsunori himself.
“What’s goling on here,” he asked, a serene expression on his face as he came up behind the slightly shorter Chris.
Chris flinched almost visibly and the blush that had begun to recede immediately flared back up, causing Ryo to actually look at the other boy. And stare. And stare some more. And then double over laughing. He laughed so hard that Kei turned his attention from the almost apoplectic Chris to the small boy who was borderline crying he was laughing so hard.
By now Naoya was completely at a loss. He’d never had someone throw him for such a loop before, and now there were three of them. Scratching the back of his head, he pursed his lips as he waited for someone to answer him, turning hopeful eyes to the tallest boy who seemed like the most reasonable under the circumstances. Which considering the circumstances, didn’t seem all that reasonable.
The smallest boy - whose name he didn’t know - was on the verge of tears from howling with laughter, while the one who had run away from him earlier - Chris, the cutest of the three - was a violent shade of red and looking like he wanted to if at all possible melt into the floor in embarrassment.
The tall boy - Kei, as he had introduced himself - was caught between wanting to make sure Chris was okay and making sure the laughing boy didn’t burst something in his amusement.
Finally Kei ducked an awkward bow at Naoya, cast apologetic eyes to Chris and said, “Gomen ne, Chris-kun…” before scooping up the petite boy and tossing him over his shoulder, who immediately stopped laughing and snapped his eyebrows together in a frown as he took in his new upside down view of the hallway.
Surprisingly to Chris, Ryo didn’t say anything, merely allowed the treatment. He was sure though, that no one else would even have been allowed close enough to touch him, let alone gotten away with lifting him bodily. Despite his tiny build and stature, Ryo could cold-cock someone more than twice his size before they could so much as give him the eye.
“Are those two… together?”
It was with those words that Chris realized he had actually forgotten about Naoya’s presence in the face of Kei leaving with his Ryo-package. Turning around enough to be facing the older boy, he stared somewhere around his shoulder, sure that if he looked at his face he would just start blushing again. “Ryo and Kei? No… definitely not. Definitely,” he nodded firmly as if he could keep it that way with his resolution alone. Then he sighed slightly and said with a slight pout in his voice and on his plush lips, “Ryo wants him. But I’m not letting him get his little paws on my best friend.”
Naoya blinked slightly at the petulant tone in Chris’ voice. “Why? Is it because you like him?”
“What?!” Chris finally looked up in astonishment, looking right into Naoya’s dark eyes. “No! It’s not th-that. No way. Kei is like… having a little brother. I don’t even think he knows what… what… sex is,” he said in a small voice. “That’s why I don’t want Ryo near him. He’ll corrupt him or something…”
Naoya wanted to laugh, but Chris looked like he was serious. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to tease - and test the waters - Naoya slung an arm around the smaller boy and leaned close enough to make his next words low and intimate. “And you? Do you know what sex is?”
Chris felt his face heat up when Naoya’s arm coiled around his shoulders. At the words he spoke though, his throat constricted tightly and he struggled to breathe. This had to be some sort of joke. The older boy thought he was an easy target for teasing or something similar. Sliding out from under his grasp, Chris turned and glared up at Naoya as forcefully as he could manage with his cheeks burning bright. “I know I’m not good-looking or popular, so you don’t need to try and pretend to hit on me,” he said rather petulantly.
He hated this, feeling like he was being made fun of, but not sure why. What was there to gain from teasing someone like him?
Naoya noticed the tension and anger on Chris’ face and let his arm drop. Clearly there was more to the boy than he had imagined. And it wasn’t that Naoya was looking for an easy conquest; he could have had as many as those as he wanted. Nor was he interested in Chris merely because he was a challenge. He had seen the boy in the library a lot - with and without his perky friend - and he had been the reason he had started hanging out there more and more often in between his rounds.
“I’m sorry,” Naoya said, stepping back slightly to give the boy some space. The last thing he wanted was for Chris to feel like he was playing with him - and not in a good way. “If it helps… I think you’re good-looking,” he adds with a faint crooked smile. “And I’m not pretending. But you can pretend nothing happened if that’s what you want.”
Chris blinked, then blinked again. Confusion spread across his face along with another blush, though this one was much less violent than the earlier one. He really didn’t know what to make of this guy. If it had been Ryo, he would have laughed and called him stupid. Instead, Naoya was backing off and actually sounding sincere. “Ah… I… well, it’s okay.” He didn’t even know what he was saying now, because he was sure his response didn’t hold any relevancy to what Naoya had actually said.
Naoya bit the plush curve of his lower lip to hold back the amused giggle that wanted to slide out. He was just too cute. He liked this boy, even if he had obvious trust issues. He would just have to show him that he meant serious business; and that he wasn’t just fooling around for a quick fumble in a broom closet.
Chris ducked his head awkwardly when Naoya did nothing but bite his lip, dropping into a faint bow before mumbling something about having to go rescue Kei before he took off down the hall as fast as he could without actually running away.
Naoya watched him go silently, tucking his hands into his pockets before finally turning to walk in the opposite direction, his bow-legged strides slow and seemingly aimless.
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Chris was beyond confused. Sure, this wasn’t really anything completely new but usually he had a general idea behind his confusion. Right now though, he felt like a ping pong ball. He was caught between trying to keep Ryo away from Kei and from trying to figure out exactly what Naoya Tatsunori’s intentions towards him were.
It had been almost three months since they had talked - or stuttered in Chris’ case - for the first time. Since then, Naoya had been pleasantly persistent to the point where even Kei and Ryo (that bastard) had noticed and it had left Chris even more confused than before.
He didn’t see what the good-looking older boy could possibly see in him when almost all of the other of age students - and some who weren’t - had happily made it clear that they would take care of any needs that the exotic looking boy had. So why did he turn all of them down and keep his attention on Chris?
Why did he meet him after classes to walk him to his next one? Why did he sit with him at lunch out on the grounds, bringing him extra pastries that he knew were Chris’ favourite? It was really getting frustrating and more than a little bewildering when he was getting glared at by the girls in his year (and all the others) for ‘monopolizing’ Naoya’s time. They made it sound like he chose to have the boy follow him ceaselessly.
Even now, Naoya had followed him into the Hufflepuff common room and instead of kicking him out, the other students merely greeted him like he belonged there. Chris did his best to pretend like the other boy wasn’t there, sitting in one of the soft chairs and pulling out his schoolwork. Normally he would loathe sitting down here, but he had a feeling that if he went to his room then Naoya would merely follow him there as well.
It was hard to concentrate though when Naoya had plopped himself down on the floor next to his chair and had one hand curled around his ankle, thumb stroking teasingly at the sensitive skin of his anklebone. Chris never would have said before that his ankles were sensitive, or his wrists, or the nape of his neck - until Naoya had started playing with them.
His foot twitched slightly in irritation and he heard Naoya’s faint chuckle. He ignored it and went back to his work. It occurred to him then to wonder when he had become comfortable with Naoya. When had he stopped being jumpy around the older boy to the point where the only emotions that surfaced when Naoya was being a tease were a mixture of mild annoyance at his work being disturbed and a lot of hot flushing that he was trying very hard to ignore?
“Chris-chan…”
Chris felt the rumble of Naoya’s voice as if it was being transmitted from him through the grip on his ankle. It vibrated all the way up his trapped limb and settled between his legs. He felt his cheeks flush a deep pink all the way back to his ears as he resisted the urge to squirm in his seat to relieve the sudden fullness between his legs. This was ridiculous. He didn’t go around getting turned on by relative strangers just because they were nice to him. A lot. Consistently. While being honest about their intentions.
…
Dammit.
“What?” He was sure his voice was as surly as it sounded to his own ears but he couldn’t help it. He was annoyed and confused and really really horny. Not that he would ever admit that last one even under penalty of death. If he had looked up (or down) from his textbook at that moment he would have seen the devious smirk that crossed Naoya’s full lips.
Naoya slid his hand up from Chris’ ankle to sneak under his pant leg and cup his calf, earning a stronger twitch from the younger boy.
“Naoya…” Chris’ voice was soft and unsteady, the last thing he wanted right now was to draw the attention of his housemates towards them. He knew where this was going, he may have been a virgin but that didn’t mean he was stupid. He had figured out by now that while Naoya liked him as a person, there was no denying that he was also attracted to him physically. It was hard enough to accept the first idea - though being friends with Kei had done wonders for his self esteem; but to accept the second was harder.
Naoya could have anyone, so why him?
“Stop thinking, Chris,” Naoya said softly as if he could hear the confusion in his mind. Sliding his hand off of Chris’ leg he twisted to kneel before the other boy. “Just because you don’t see what I do doesn’t make what I see any less real.” It may have sounded trite, but it was the truth. Naoya may have noticed him because he was cute, but there was more to him than that. And a lot of it was his adorable insecurity. It made Naoya want to worship every part of him - and not just physically - to make him notice just how special he really was.
Chris swallowed heavily at the tone in Naoya’s voice. It reverberated through his mind and body, flooding his senses and pushing back the parts of him that were clamouring to ask why. It was soft and sweet and so honest that he didn’t have any way to respond to it but to nod jerkily.
No one in the room looked up as Chris tucked his book back into his bag and stood. If Naoya hadn’t entered the room with him they wouldn’t have given him a second thought anyway. The only two people who bothered to acknowledge him were both older boys and neither of them were present at the moment.
Slinging his bag over his shoulder he walked out of the room without looking back. If he looked back he would see Naoya following him or not; which would kill any resolve he had. Instead he just kept walking. He could feel his face flushing with embarrassment, which was a miracle in and of itself considering he had thought his groin had the commodity on the blood in his body right now.
Naoya followed slowly. He was giving Chris the chance to change his mind now, because once they were alone he was going to do his best to make sure he didn’t even consider it. He was a patient person by nature, but Chris had been severely testing that patience. Not because he was in a hurry for the boy to put out, but because he wanted - needed - Chris to see his own worth. He had never met another person like his friend Cillian who had so little awareness of how amazing they were.
How fantastically funny, friendly, and good-looking they were. It was a little sad to think that Chris had been so beaten down by his own personality that he couldn’t ever imagine someone like Naoya liking him just as he was.
Still, three months of doing his best to show the boy his intentions had finally paid off and now he was hopefully going to get to prove it without words. With just gestures and their bodies. It was amazing how much easier it was to tell the truth without words. How much more a gesture or a touch could say than an entire speech.
Chris paused at the door to his dorm room, easing it open to make sure there was no one else inside. He wasn’t sure whether he was glad or disappointed when it was empty. With no one else there he had lost his last excuse for stopping this now, because he knew he wanted it as much as the other boy and had merely been clinging to feeble excuses to keep Naoya at arms length.
Inhaling shakily he stepped inside the room, still not turning as he heard the door close with a snick as the deadbolt slid into place. Naoya’s deep voice murmured a ward and silencing spell before he felt the other boy come up behind him. Strong hands settled on his upper arms, slender fingers of one hand sliding under the strap of his bag and nudging it off his shoulder to land on the floor somewhere.
“Are you sure?”
Chris knew he could take this chance to say no. One last out. All he had to do was say no. Say he wasn’t sure, that he didn’t want this. But the truth was… he was sick of lying to himself. Tired of pretending that being around Naoya didn’t turn him on - and not just because he looked like Yamapi. For once he wanted to do something he wanted, because he wanted to do it, and not because it seemed like the sensible thing to do.
“I’m sure.”
All it took were those two words and Naoya was spinning him around, bending his head to press full rosebud lips to Chris’ in a hard kiss. Chris was sure he felt his brain melt a little at the sinfully soft pressure of the older boy’s lips on his.
Considering it was his first kiss it was a little awkward at first as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands - finally settling for curling them in the front of Naoya’s shirt - even as he tried to follow the other boy’s lead in which way to tilt his head. Eventually though (because kissing is not rocket science; and really, Chris was a quick learner) he managed to respond hungrily as Naoya’s hands slid down from his shoulders and across his back before settling on the curve of his ass under his linen pants.
“Haa… Nn… N-naoya…” Chris didn’t recognize his own smoky voice as they broke apart for air.
“Merlin, Chris… so hot,” the older boy rumbled as he lowered his mouth to kiss his way down Chris’ neck as he slowly walked them back towards one of the beds. He didn’t care whether it was actually Chris’ or not, just that it was a mattress and he needed Chris on it right now.
It felt like all of Chris’ nerves were trying to focus on every cell of skin that Naoya touched or kissed so that he only registered being steered backwards with a vague sort of recognition, not caring enough to protest as Naoya lifted him with two hands on his ass to bounce him back onto the mattress.
Laying there, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from Naoya’s attentiveness to them, he watched as the older boy kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks before pulling off Chris’ as well and tossing them heedlessly to the floor. They were both silent, neither of them verbose at the best of times and even less inclined now to speak as Naoya climbed onto the mattress and slunk up towards him.
Dark eyes were pinned to each other as Naoya leaned down to kiss him once more, this time soft and slow as he straddled Chris’ hips and his hands tugged the silk of his tie free with a soft shush of sound. It was quickly tossed to the floor with their socks and shoes before those nimble fingers went to work on the small buttons of his white school shirt.
Chris couldn’t help the little moan of sadness that escaped him as Naoya’s mouth abandoned his to play with all the skin he was uncovering. It quickly changed to a low rumble of pleasure as Naoya licked and bit his way across the soft skin of his chest as he tugged his shirt off completely. Feeling like the balance was a bit skewed, Chris finally managed to gain some control of his limbs and he fumbled with Naoya’s tie, growling in frustration and arousal as he struggled to get it undone even as Naoya’s mouth moved lower to slide across the trembling muscles of his belly.
“Stop moving,” he finally hissed out, Naoya now too low for him to reach his clothes without choking the older boy. He was rewarded for his annoyance by the other boy sitting up slightly and pulling off his own tie and shirt in swift jerky motions.
When Naoya lowered himself back down, bare skin slid hotly against bare skin in a sensual slide of friction that had Chris arching his back and baring his neck in an unconscious tease to Naoya. The older boy gladly took advantage of the new playing field and pressed hot lips to the slender column of skin and tendon.
Chris slid his hands up the already sweaty skin of Naoya’s back as the boy ground against him and lavished attention on his bare skin. Low moans of ecstasy filled the room before Chris realized that it was him making those wanton noises, the feel of Naoya’s erection pressing against his own hard cock through the barriers of their clothing robbing him of any sense of modesty he may have had left. Mouth working soundlessly, eyes open and staring at the pale gold of the canopy above him, he wanted more but didn’t know how to ask for it.
Thankfully Naoya seemed to catch on pretty quick, leaving Chris’ neck alone for a moment as he slid back down the younger boy’s body to undo his pants, tugging them and his underwear down in one coordinated pull before pausing to pull of his own. It was as he was sliding warm palms up Chris’ thighs that he realized he didn’t have any sort of lubricant on him at all. He honestly hadn’t expected Chris to cave today of all days, and it wasn’t like he walked around with the stuff in his pockets.
Chris was lost in Naoya’s touch and it was several seconds after the older boy slid off him and off the bed before he opened his eyes to watch the older boy rummage through peoples things hurriedly.
“What are you doing?” His voice was low and panting as he gasped out the question, watching Naoya through heavy-lidded eyes. He was sure he looked properly pornographic; splayed out on the bed, naked with his legs spread, but he couldn’t really find it in him to care. He just wanted to know why Naoya wasn’t touching him anymore.
Naoya looked up from the wash-bag he was going through to gaze over his shoulder at Chris. He felt his dick jerk in excitement at the way the other boy looked, forgetting what he was doing and just watching as Chris wrapped a hand around his abandoned body seemingly without thought. His eyes darkened even further as he watched Chris jerk himself off, almost forgetting to answer him before the boy’s moans and rising hips reminded him of what he had been doing.
“I uh… lube. I need something to use…” he managed to get out, turning his back to Chris once more before he abandoned his search altogether. Finally he managed to find a bottle of unscented lotion and he let out a groan of relief as he all but ran back to the bed.
Chris knew it was probably impolite to start without someone when you were supposed to be having sex with them, but Naoya was busy looking for something and he was so hard it was starting to hurt.
Wrapping one hand around his cock he tugged in a slow unsteady rhythm, hips lifting to meet each stroke as he watched Naoya continue to search somewhat frantically. By the time Naoya returned to the bed, a triumphant expression on his face, pulling Chris’ hand off his aching flesh with a low whine of protest from the younger boy, Chris was close to coming. It was quickly replaced by Naoya’s talented hands though, one strong hand tight around him as the other pressed a cool lotion-coated fingertip to the delicate entrance of his body.
“Ngh… N-n-naoya… please…” Chris’ voice is almost gone, so deep and rough that Naoya can feel the rumble of it vibrating along his body as well as the mattress.
“Please what?” Naoya asked somewhat breathily, as he twisted his wrist slowly and stroked Chris’ erection even as his finger slipped easily inside. One finger was easy, it glided in sweetly with the aid of the lotion and Chris’ hips jerked up at the foreign sensation. “Please more? Please make love to you? Please let you come?”
“Yes… yes…” Chris didn’t know which question he was saying yes to or if it was all of them, just that he didn’t want Naoya to stop. Before he could expand on his answer Naoya had slipped a second finger inside, the full feeling increasing, his body unconsciously tightening around the boy’s digits and wringing out a muffled curse from the older boy.
Losing himself in the feeling, he squirmed on the mattress, fucking Naoya’s fingers and fist in alternating slides of his hips even as Naoya worked another finger into him. On one of his slides though, Naoya’s fingers grazed something inside his body that had his back bowing and a strangled noise escaping his throat. Naoya couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling Chris’ muscles clench tight around his fingers and wishing it was his cock he withdrew them carefully before unwrapping his other hand from around Chris’ erection as well.
Ignoring the whine of protest that the other boy made, he slicked more lotion over his own cock and settled himself between Chris’ legs. Lifting them to let Chris instinctively wrap them around his hips, he took himself in hand and leaned forward, kissing the other boy deeply as he pressed in. It was slow and hot and so fucking tight that Naoya thought for a minute that he was going to embarrass himself and come before he got all the way into the shorter boy. It was with a heavy sigh of relief that he felt their bodies press tight together.
Chris felt the full pressure all the way up his spine but Naoya had loosened him well and there was no pain. Instead just full glorious pressure and he wanted him to move. Unable to find the words to say so, he tightened his knees on the boy’s narrow hips and twined his fingers in the boy’s soft dark hair to bring their mouths together hard.
Taking the hint, Naoya pulled out slightly before slamming back in, earning himself a high wail from Chris and wringing a strained grunt from his own throat. He stilled for a moment, just reveling in the feeling of Chris around him and beneath him before he slid out once more. Pushing back in again, a little harder than the first time, he watched with glittering dark eyes as Chris’ back arched, his hands gripping Naoya’s upper arms like if he let go then Naoya would stop.
They had both fallen silent once more, no sounds between them except the high wails of ecstasy from Chris mixed with deep grunts from Naoya amidst the slick sound of flesh sliding in flesh.
If Chris had been thinking anything beyond sohotsofullgodharderfasterNOW he might have been embarrassed at the needy noises he was making, as well as the fact that it was only mid-afternoon and he was having sex with someone he wasn’t even dating. Though if he really thought about that aspect he would notice the fact that what Naoya and he had been doing up until now had very much been dating criteria.
Soon it was too much for Chris, he had been close to coming before and now with Naoya sliding in and out of him with thick hard thrusts, pressing tight against his prostrate as much as he could, that need spiraled higher until he managed to wedge one hand back between them and wrap it around his cock as Naoya continued to move inside him.
Naoya watched as Chris couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open or panting mouth shut as his hand pulled and stroked frantically at his erection in his need to come, his knuckles sliding against the sweaty skin of Naoya’s abs with every stroke as he jerked himself off.
Hips lifting to meet Naoya’s increasingly fast thrusts, Chris moaned almost low and constant as he felt the coiling in his belly, the tightening everywhere that signaled his release. Then he was coming with a loud incomprehensible scream that might have been Naoya’s name but more like was just noise as he spurted hot and wet over his hand and their bellies.
Naoya swore as Chris’ body tightened even more around him in his orgasm and he had to fight to keep pushing into him, the friction sweet and suffocating until it forcibly dragged his own climax from him. Continuing to move against him even after he felt himself stop coming, he thought that maybe he should have pulled out instead of coming inside him, but it was hard to actually think about that kind of thing when he felt like his dick was in a vise and he was coming hard enough to go blind or pass out or lose his brain out through his cock.
When Naoya finally collapsed on top of Chris’ sweaty body, he made a face at the faint squishing noise of Chris’ come between their bodies. He could still feel the aftershocks of an amazing orgasm trembling both their bodies and he was disinclined to move at all even when he felt like he should pull out and clean them up.
Instead he lay where he was as he waited for their breathing to get a little more regular, surprised when Chris lifted his hands to cup the back of his neck and bring his head down to join their mouths. They lay there, Naoya still inside him as they kissed slowly and in an explorative manner as if they had all the time in the world to get to know the taste and feel of each other.
In reality, Naoya knew it wouldn’t be long before someone started banging on the door demanding to be let in and breaking the soft hazy bubble that surrounded them.
When they finally broke apart, gasping faintly for much needed oxygen, Chris stared up at Naoya above him with serious dark eyes. He wanted to say something, to ask where this took them. At the same time though, he didn’t want to ask. Because if this had been all that Naoya had wanted from him he wasn’t sure he wanted to burst this feeling of happiness that was coiled around and inside of him. Maybe it was just the fantastic post-orgasmic bliss, but it felt so right to be here with Naoya, the boy’s slender yet heavier form on top of him as they breathed together silently, the sweat cooling on their bodies after their almost frantic love-making.
Naoya must have seen the confusion and uncertainty in his eyes because he leaned down to press his lips gently to Chris’ cheek before speaking. His voice was warm and low in the relative quiet of the room and it soothed Chris.
“It’s still olkay you knowl. Us. This. It’s nothing wrong or dirty. It’s just one more aspect of us together.”
Chris found he couldn’t refute that and he let his eyes slip shut as Naoya finally slid out of him. The feeling was strange and mildly uncomfortable but it was chased away by the feeling of a warm wet cloth pressing against his softened cock and still quivering belly as Naoya cleaned them up.
“It’s okay.”
As he repeated those words, he thought that they just might be true.
slytherisa and I got into a conversation about our RP characters and how so-and-so from one couple(or threesome) would be hot with so-and-so from another couple(or threesome). So of course... we had to shuffle them about and funnily the only two people we absolutely couldn't see with anyone else but each other were Carter Valentine and Trevelyn Jones(soon to be Valentine). So of course... I am now remixing all of our characters. We're AUing our OWN characters. I don't know whether to be amused or horrified.
First up is Christopher Larkin:
formerly of the Ryo/Kei/Chris threesome and Naoya Tatsunori:
of the Cillian/Eddie/Naoya threesome.
Title: RP-Remix 1 (yeah I'm boring I know)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, sex, ghei sex, abuse of a Bristolian accent...
Disclaimer: Damn straight these are our characters, though some names of other characters may have been stolen borrowed from pretty Japanese popstars. And Yamapi belongs to himself. Or Johnny. Who knows. Whatevs. He only gets mentioned as a plot point.
Word Count: 7013 (All. Chris'. Fault.)
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There were two things that Christopher Larkin knew for sure about his life by the time he was fifteen.
One was that he was never going to be popular; this was a long accepted fact. Despite the fact that he was smart and not at all hard on the eyes, he had too little self confidence to ever attract any sort of following.
The second was that if he had known in his fifth year that a seventh year new student would transfer in, one who was the spitting image of the Japanese pop star Yamapi, he might have picked someone else’s image to jerk off to.
But considering what happened then, Chris wasn’t sure he would have changed it for the world.
The first time he saw Naoya Tatsunori, he was reading in the library and the other boy… well actually Chris had no idea what he was doing in the library. He didn’t have a schoolbag or any other sort of class-related paraphernalia on him - not that Chris had been conscious of this at the time; as his mind had sort of gone on a walkabout the instant he had seen the boy.
In fact, he was pretty sure he had slipped into a coma, because he hadn’t even noticed when his talkative best friend sat down next to him.
“Ne~, Chris-kun, you are not listening to me. At least pretend,” the aforementioned friend said plaintively, “to be listening.” Not getting any sort of response, he leaned forward and waved one slim hand in front of Chris’ dark eyes. “Chris-kuuu~n…” Frowning at the continued blank look on his friend’s face, he flicked the tip of his nose.
“DAH!” Chris jerked back from Kei’s touch in surprise. “Kei… what are you doing?!”
“You were off in space, Chris-kun, I called you several times. What is wrong,” the taller boy asked as he looked at his friend with worry. It wasn’t like Chris to be so inattentive, that was usually Kei’s thing. His worry grew greater when instead of gracing him with a pretty apologetic smile like he usually did, Chris’ cheeks turned pink and he turned his head away. “Ehhh? Chris-kun… are you okay?” He attempted to follow his friend’s gaze but the only thing in that direction was a tall boy who was staring at a line of books almost blankly. A boy who looked strangely familiar.
Blinking rapidly, Kei leaned across Chris’ lap, practically in it, to peer intently at the boy as he waited for that niggling recognition to click. When it did, his jaw dropped, pink lips wide in astonishment. “Chris-kun…”
“Yes?”
“Chris-kun…”
“…yes?”
“Chris-kun…”
“What, Kei?”
“That guy looks just like Yamapi…” Kei breathed in awe, his excitement not dented in the least by his friend’s exasperated tone; his inner fan-girl making him wiggle on Chris’ lap until the smaller boy shoved him back into his own seat. Stopping to think for perhaps 0.02 seconds, Kei bounced out of his seat and over to the older looking boy before Chris could register the action and even think about inhaling to protest.
By the time he had his wits back about him, Kei was already approaching the shorter boy with a wide blinding smile.
Chris groaned and dropped his head to the tabletop with a dull thunk and covered his head with his arms. This was not going to be pretty. He loved Kei like a brother, but the boy had a level of naivety at his age that should have been impossible, and it led him to do some of the strangest and problematic things - like not knowing that Chris’ number one bully, Ryo Nishikido, wanted into his long-legged pants; information that Chris was still valiantly trying to scrub from his brain from when the older boy had let that little tidbit slip - or going up to virtual strangers who looked like hot pop-stars and talking to them. Something that Chris couldn’t - and wouldn’t - have done in a million years. It was one of the things he admired about Kei… until it involved him.
“Excuse me…” a smooth low voice interrupted Chris’ attempt to bury his face in the tabletop and he looked up automatically, only to come face to face with the Yamapi-lookalike.
Chris promptly turned an alarming shade of red that had Kei darting out from behind the other boy to flutter over him worriedly.
“Are you okay Chris-kun? Are you choking? Can you breathe? Do you need Madame Pomfrey?”
“I-I’m fine Kei. Stop fluttering,” Chris managed to say once he found his voice. He wanted to glare at Kei for bringing the boy over, but then his friend would probably cry and the last thing he could handle on top of exploding in embarrassment was making the emotional boy cry. Kei had potent tears and he had yet to see anyone face them and come out unscathed or unsympathetic no matter how small the reason for distress.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” the other boy asked when Chris refused to lift his head back up to look up at him. Chris could hear the confusion plain in his voice, but he wasn’t planning on enlightening the boy that the reason he couldn’t even look at him was because when he was alone he masturbated to the mental image of someone who looked just like him.
“Re-really. I’m fine,” Chris repeated. “I… I have to go.” He pushed his chair back with an almost ear-splitting shriek of wood on stone before he uncharacteristically shoved all of his things back into his bag and threw it over his shoulder. Grabbing Kei’s slender arm in one hand, he dragged him with as he mumbled goodbye over his shoulder without looking back. He left behind a confused and bewildered Naoya who continued to stare after him long after he was gone from sight.
“Merlin Kei, what were you thinking,” Chris hissed at his friend as soon as they were clear of the library and walking down the hall at a slower pace. “You can’t just…” he trailed off because he had finally turned to look at his friend and was face to face with a formidable pout complete with wobbly lower lip and encroaching tears glistening in brown almond-shaped eyes. Shit. With a resigned sigh he cleared his body of his lingering annoyance. “You just… you can’t go around just talking to people like that,” he finished.
As they started walking again, Kei’s tears miraculously drying almost instantaneously, Chris realized how dumb that had sounded. Telling Kei to not talk to people (or at all) was like telling gravity to stop working. It was a futile effort and was probably against the laws of physics.
“But… Chris was looking, so I wanted to see what he was like,” Kei replied somewhat petulantly as they started walking again, the slender boy shoving delicate hands into his pockets and hunching his shoulders like he was a child who had been scolded. Sometimes Chris found it hard to believe they were the same age. Kei just had this… sparkly aura that made him seem so much younger despite his developed body. It was this main reason why Chris hadn’t said anything to him about what Ryo had let slip.
Knowing Kei, he would have gone straight to Ryo with wide innocent eyes and wanted to know what Chris meant. And of course… once Ryo got him on his own… well; Kei didn’t stand a chance. So there was no way he was going to let his precious friend fall into that… bastard’s clutches.
Focusing back on Kei’s petulant words, he sighed. “Well?”
Kei looked at him in confusion.
“What did you find out?” Chris raised an eyebrow expectantly, a small smile on his full lips. After all, if he was going to be humiliated, the least he could get out of it was information on the Yamapi-lookalike.
“Oh!” Kei brightened considerably. “His name is Naoya Tatsunori, he’s seventeen and in Slytherin. He’s from Bristol, he likes surfing, and he thinks you’re cute.” Kei’s smile widened at this last bit of information even as Chris turned a frightening shade of maroon.
“KEI!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO HIM,” Chris shrieked, sure that all of Hogwarts and even most of Hogsmeade heard him this time as he tripped to a halt once more in the middle of the hallway. His dark eyes were wide in horror even as he struggled to slow his heart and stop his face from burning off from his blush. How had Kei managed to extract such information when Chris was sure he’d only been over there for less than a minute?
“What’s going on here, Tofu-kun? You look like someone just twisted your panties,” said a deep dark voice that rippled with humour. The owner of the voice came up to stand almost inappropriately close to Kei even as he continued to look at Chris.
Chris blanched and shot a desperate look to Kei, hoping that the boy would keep his mouth shut - for once - and not repeat what he had just told him before he glared at his nemesis, for standing so close to Kei as much as for just existing at the wrong time. “Nothing that’s your business, Ryo,” he said snarkily, even as his blush returned full force.
The startlingly short boy merely smiled a shark’s smile at him even as he touched the back of Kei’s hand to get his attention, something easily gained; for some reason that Chris couldn’t fathom, Kei never seemed to notice how much of an asshole Ryo was. Maybe because the older boy never was to him. “Kei-cha~n,” he sing-songed, something that should have seemed bizarre from the normally taciturn boy, but it strangely suited him just as easily as his quick temper and sharp tongue did. “Tell me what you’re talking about. I’ll give you a presento~.” Tugging a Muggle chocolate bar from his bag he waved it in front of the tall boy.
Chris saw Kei’s face, saw his expression waver in the face of the promise of a treat if he told and he hurried to intervene. “Keiichiro…” his voice was stern as he stared at his friend.
Kei bit his lower lip at the mild reprimand in his best friend’s tone. Looking first at Ryo, and then to the tantalizing treat he held before looking back at Chris, he came to a decision. Snatching up the chocolate bar he held it close to his chest before saying, “We were talking about Yamapi.” It wasn’t a lie, more that he was only relaying part of the conversation, which eased his conscience enough for him to take the treat guilt-free.
Ryo blinked for a moment before turning towards Chris, “Why would he need to be secretive about that, Tofu-kun? What’s the matter, ashamed of being a Yamapi fanboy? Or do you jerk off at night to the thought of him?” He had meant it as a joke, something to get a rise out of the younger boy, so when Chris turned an astonishing shade of purple and started spluttering Ryo’s dark eyes widened and he started laughing even as Kei twitched to move towards his friend as he looked like he was choking for the second time today.
Since Fate was not just one woman, but three, they chose that moment to have a good chuckle at Chris’ expense, and who should leave the library and be coming down the hall towards them at that moment but the secret topic of their discussion; Naoya Tatsunori himself.
“What’s goling on here,” he asked, a serene expression on his face as he came up behind the slightly shorter Chris.
Chris flinched almost visibly and the blush that had begun to recede immediately flared back up, causing Ryo to actually look at the other boy. And stare. And stare some more. And then double over laughing. He laughed so hard that Kei turned his attention from the almost apoplectic Chris to the small boy who was borderline crying he was laughing so hard.
By now Naoya was completely at a loss. He’d never had someone throw him for such a loop before, and now there were three of them. Scratching the back of his head, he pursed his lips as he waited for someone to answer him, turning hopeful eyes to the tallest boy who seemed like the most reasonable under the circumstances. Which considering the circumstances, didn’t seem all that reasonable.
The smallest boy - whose name he didn’t know - was on the verge of tears from howling with laughter, while the one who had run away from him earlier - Chris, the cutest of the three - was a violent shade of red and looking like he wanted to if at all possible melt into the floor in embarrassment.
The tall boy - Kei, as he had introduced himself - was caught between wanting to make sure Chris was okay and making sure the laughing boy didn’t burst something in his amusement.
Finally Kei ducked an awkward bow at Naoya, cast apologetic eyes to Chris and said, “Gomen ne, Chris-kun…” before scooping up the petite boy and tossing him over his shoulder, who immediately stopped laughing and snapped his eyebrows together in a frown as he took in his new upside down view of the hallway.
Surprisingly to Chris, Ryo didn’t say anything, merely allowed the treatment. He was sure though, that no one else would even have been allowed close enough to touch him, let alone gotten away with lifting him bodily. Despite his tiny build and stature, Ryo could cold-cock someone more than twice his size before they could so much as give him the eye.
“Are those two… together?”
It was with those words that Chris realized he had actually forgotten about Naoya’s presence in the face of Kei leaving with his Ryo-package. Turning around enough to be facing the older boy, he stared somewhere around his shoulder, sure that if he looked at his face he would just start blushing again. “Ryo and Kei? No… definitely not. Definitely,” he nodded firmly as if he could keep it that way with his resolution alone. Then he sighed slightly and said with a slight pout in his voice and on his plush lips, “Ryo wants him. But I’m not letting him get his little paws on my best friend.”
Naoya blinked slightly at the petulant tone in Chris’ voice. “Why? Is it because you like him?”
“What?!” Chris finally looked up in astonishment, looking right into Naoya’s dark eyes. “No! It’s not th-that. No way. Kei is like… having a little brother. I don’t even think he knows what… what… sex is,” he said in a small voice. “That’s why I don’t want Ryo near him. He’ll corrupt him or something…”
Naoya wanted to laugh, but Chris looked like he was serious. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to tease - and test the waters - Naoya slung an arm around the smaller boy and leaned close enough to make his next words low and intimate. “And you? Do you know what sex is?”
Chris felt his face heat up when Naoya’s arm coiled around his shoulders. At the words he spoke though, his throat constricted tightly and he struggled to breathe. This had to be some sort of joke. The older boy thought he was an easy target for teasing or something similar. Sliding out from under his grasp, Chris turned and glared up at Naoya as forcefully as he could manage with his cheeks burning bright. “I know I’m not good-looking or popular, so you don’t need to try and pretend to hit on me,” he said rather petulantly.
He hated this, feeling like he was being made fun of, but not sure why. What was there to gain from teasing someone like him?
Naoya noticed the tension and anger on Chris’ face and let his arm drop. Clearly there was more to the boy than he had imagined. And it wasn’t that Naoya was looking for an easy conquest; he could have had as many as those as he wanted. Nor was he interested in Chris merely because he was a challenge. He had seen the boy in the library a lot - with and without his perky friend - and he had been the reason he had started hanging out there more and more often in between his rounds.
“I’m sorry,” Naoya said, stepping back slightly to give the boy some space. The last thing he wanted was for Chris to feel like he was playing with him - and not in a good way. “If it helps… I think you’re good-looking,” he adds with a faint crooked smile. “And I’m not pretending. But you can pretend nothing happened if that’s what you want.”
Chris blinked, then blinked again. Confusion spread across his face along with another blush, though this one was much less violent than the earlier one. He really didn’t know what to make of this guy. If it had been Ryo, he would have laughed and called him stupid. Instead, Naoya was backing off and actually sounding sincere. “Ah… I… well, it’s okay.” He didn’t even know what he was saying now, because he was sure his response didn’t hold any relevancy to what Naoya had actually said.
Naoya bit the plush curve of his lower lip to hold back the amused giggle that wanted to slide out. He was just too cute. He liked this boy, even if he had obvious trust issues. He would just have to show him that he meant serious business; and that he wasn’t just fooling around for a quick fumble in a broom closet.
Chris ducked his head awkwardly when Naoya did nothing but bite his lip, dropping into a faint bow before mumbling something about having to go rescue Kei before he took off down the hall as fast as he could without actually running away.
Naoya watched him go silently, tucking his hands into his pockets before finally turning to walk in the opposite direction, his bow-legged strides slow and seemingly aimless.
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Chris was beyond confused. Sure, this wasn’t really anything completely new but usually he had a general idea behind his confusion. Right now though, he felt like a ping pong ball. He was caught between trying to keep Ryo away from Kei and from trying to figure out exactly what Naoya Tatsunori’s intentions towards him were.
It had been almost three months since they had talked - or stuttered in Chris’ case - for the first time. Since then, Naoya had been pleasantly persistent to the point where even Kei and Ryo (that bastard) had noticed and it had left Chris even more confused than before.
He didn’t see what the good-looking older boy could possibly see in him when almost all of the other of age students - and some who weren’t - had happily made it clear that they would take care of any needs that the exotic looking boy had. So why did he turn all of them down and keep his attention on Chris?
Why did he meet him after classes to walk him to his next one? Why did he sit with him at lunch out on the grounds, bringing him extra pastries that he knew were Chris’ favourite? It was really getting frustrating and more than a little bewildering when he was getting glared at by the girls in his year (and all the others) for ‘monopolizing’ Naoya’s time. They made it sound like he chose to have the boy follow him ceaselessly.
Even now, Naoya had followed him into the Hufflepuff common room and instead of kicking him out, the other students merely greeted him like he belonged there. Chris did his best to pretend like the other boy wasn’t there, sitting in one of the soft chairs and pulling out his schoolwork. Normally he would loathe sitting down here, but he had a feeling that if he went to his room then Naoya would merely follow him there as well.
It was hard to concentrate though when Naoya had plopped himself down on the floor next to his chair and had one hand curled around his ankle, thumb stroking teasingly at the sensitive skin of his anklebone. Chris never would have said before that his ankles were sensitive, or his wrists, or the nape of his neck - until Naoya had started playing with them.
His foot twitched slightly in irritation and he heard Naoya’s faint chuckle. He ignored it and went back to his work. It occurred to him then to wonder when he had become comfortable with Naoya. When had he stopped being jumpy around the older boy to the point where the only emotions that surfaced when Naoya was being a tease were a mixture of mild annoyance at his work being disturbed and a lot of hot flushing that he was trying very hard to ignore?
“Chris-chan…”
Chris felt the rumble of Naoya’s voice as if it was being transmitted from him through the grip on his ankle. It vibrated all the way up his trapped limb and settled between his legs. He felt his cheeks flush a deep pink all the way back to his ears as he resisted the urge to squirm in his seat to relieve the sudden fullness between his legs. This was ridiculous. He didn’t go around getting turned on by relative strangers just because they were nice to him. A lot. Consistently. While being honest about their intentions.
…
Dammit.
“What?” He was sure his voice was as surly as it sounded to his own ears but he couldn’t help it. He was annoyed and confused and really really horny. Not that he would ever admit that last one even under penalty of death. If he had looked up (or down) from his textbook at that moment he would have seen the devious smirk that crossed Naoya’s full lips.
Naoya slid his hand up from Chris’ ankle to sneak under his pant leg and cup his calf, earning a stronger twitch from the younger boy.
“Naoya…” Chris’ voice was soft and unsteady, the last thing he wanted right now was to draw the attention of his housemates towards them. He knew where this was going, he may have been a virgin but that didn’t mean he was stupid. He had figured out by now that while Naoya liked him as a person, there was no denying that he was also attracted to him physically. It was hard enough to accept the first idea - though being friends with Kei had done wonders for his self esteem; but to accept the second was harder.
Naoya could have anyone, so why him?
“Stop thinking, Chris,” Naoya said softly as if he could hear the confusion in his mind. Sliding his hand off of Chris’ leg he twisted to kneel before the other boy. “Just because you don’t see what I do doesn’t make what I see any less real.” It may have sounded trite, but it was the truth. Naoya may have noticed him because he was cute, but there was more to him than that. And a lot of it was his adorable insecurity. It made Naoya want to worship every part of him - and not just physically - to make him notice just how special he really was.
Chris swallowed heavily at the tone in Naoya’s voice. It reverberated through his mind and body, flooding his senses and pushing back the parts of him that were clamouring to ask why. It was soft and sweet and so honest that he didn’t have any way to respond to it but to nod jerkily.
No one in the room looked up as Chris tucked his book back into his bag and stood. If Naoya hadn’t entered the room with him they wouldn’t have given him a second thought anyway. The only two people who bothered to acknowledge him were both older boys and neither of them were present at the moment.
Slinging his bag over his shoulder he walked out of the room without looking back. If he looked back he would see Naoya following him or not; which would kill any resolve he had. Instead he just kept walking. He could feel his face flushing with embarrassment, which was a miracle in and of itself considering he had thought his groin had the commodity on the blood in his body right now.
Naoya followed slowly. He was giving Chris the chance to change his mind now, because once they were alone he was going to do his best to make sure he didn’t even consider it. He was a patient person by nature, but Chris had been severely testing that patience. Not because he was in a hurry for the boy to put out, but because he wanted - needed - Chris to see his own worth. He had never met another person like his friend Cillian who had so little awareness of how amazing they were.
How fantastically funny, friendly, and good-looking they were. It was a little sad to think that Chris had been so beaten down by his own personality that he couldn’t ever imagine someone like Naoya liking him just as he was.
Still, three months of doing his best to show the boy his intentions had finally paid off and now he was hopefully going to get to prove it without words. With just gestures and their bodies. It was amazing how much easier it was to tell the truth without words. How much more a gesture or a touch could say than an entire speech.
Chris paused at the door to his dorm room, easing it open to make sure there was no one else inside. He wasn’t sure whether he was glad or disappointed when it was empty. With no one else there he had lost his last excuse for stopping this now, because he knew he wanted it as much as the other boy and had merely been clinging to feeble excuses to keep Naoya at arms length.
Inhaling shakily he stepped inside the room, still not turning as he heard the door close with a snick as the deadbolt slid into place. Naoya’s deep voice murmured a ward and silencing spell before he felt the other boy come up behind him. Strong hands settled on his upper arms, slender fingers of one hand sliding under the strap of his bag and nudging it off his shoulder to land on the floor somewhere.
“Are you sure?”
Chris knew he could take this chance to say no. One last out. All he had to do was say no. Say he wasn’t sure, that he didn’t want this. But the truth was… he was sick of lying to himself. Tired of pretending that being around Naoya didn’t turn him on - and not just because he looked like Yamapi. For once he wanted to do something he wanted, because he wanted to do it, and not because it seemed like the sensible thing to do.
“I’m sure.”
All it took were those two words and Naoya was spinning him around, bending his head to press full rosebud lips to Chris’ in a hard kiss. Chris was sure he felt his brain melt a little at the sinfully soft pressure of the older boy’s lips on his.
Considering it was his first kiss it was a little awkward at first as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands - finally settling for curling them in the front of Naoya’s shirt - even as he tried to follow the other boy’s lead in which way to tilt his head. Eventually though (because kissing is not rocket science; and really, Chris was a quick learner) he managed to respond hungrily as Naoya’s hands slid down from his shoulders and across his back before settling on the curve of his ass under his linen pants.
“Haa… Nn… N-naoya…” Chris didn’t recognize his own smoky voice as they broke apart for air.
“Merlin, Chris… so hot,” the older boy rumbled as he lowered his mouth to kiss his way down Chris’ neck as he slowly walked them back towards one of the beds. He didn’t care whether it was actually Chris’ or not, just that it was a mattress and he needed Chris on it right now.
It felt like all of Chris’ nerves were trying to focus on every cell of skin that Naoya touched or kissed so that he only registered being steered backwards with a vague sort of recognition, not caring enough to protest as Naoya lifted him with two hands on his ass to bounce him back onto the mattress.
Laying there, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from Naoya’s attentiveness to them, he watched as the older boy kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks before pulling off Chris’ as well and tossing them heedlessly to the floor. They were both silent, neither of them verbose at the best of times and even less inclined now to speak as Naoya climbed onto the mattress and slunk up towards him.
Dark eyes were pinned to each other as Naoya leaned down to kiss him once more, this time soft and slow as he straddled Chris’ hips and his hands tugged the silk of his tie free with a soft shush of sound. It was quickly tossed to the floor with their socks and shoes before those nimble fingers went to work on the small buttons of his white school shirt.
Chris couldn’t help the little moan of sadness that escaped him as Naoya’s mouth abandoned his to play with all the skin he was uncovering. It quickly changed to a low rumble of pleasure as Naoya licked and bit his way across the soft skin of his chest as he tugged his shirt off completely. Feeling like the balance was a bit skewed, Chris finally managed to gain some control of his limbs and he fumbled with Naoya’s tie, growling in frustration and arousal as he struggled to get it undone even as Naoya’s mouth moved lower to slide across the trembling muscles of his belly.
“Stop moving,” he finally hissed out, Naoya now too low for him to reach his clothes without choking the older boy. He was rewarded for his annoyance by the other boy sitting up slightly and pulling off his own tie and shirt in swift jerky motions.
When Naoya lowered himself back down, bare skin slid hotly against bare skin in a sensual slide of friction that had Chris arching his back and baring his neck in an unconscious tease to Naoya. The older boy gladly took advantage of the new playing field and pressed hot lips to the slender column of skin and tendon.
Chris slid his hands up the already sweaty skin of Naoya’s back as the boy ground against him and lavished attention on his bare skin. Low moans of ecstasy filled the room before Chris realized that it was him making those wanton noises, the feel of Naoya’s erection pressing against his own hard cock through the barriers of their clothing robbing him of any sense of modesty he may have had left. Mouth working soundlessly, eyes open and staring at the pale gold of the canopy above him, he wanted more but didn’t know how to ask for it.
Thankfully Naoya seemed to catch on pretty quick, leaving Chris’ neck alone for a moment as he slid back down the younger boy’s body to undo his pants, tugging them and his underwear down in one coordinated pull before pausing to pull of his own. It was as he was sliding warm palms up Chris’ thighs that he realized he didn’t have any sort of lubricant on him at all. He honestly hadn’t expected Chris to cave today of all days, and it wasn’t like he walked around with the stuff in his pockets.
Chris was lost in Naoya’s touch and it was several seconds after the older boy slid off him and off the bed before he opened his eyes to watch the older boy rummage through peoples things hurriedly.
“What are you doing?” His voice was low and panting as he gasped out the question, watching Naoya through heavy-lidded eyes. He was sure he looked properly pornographic; splayed out on the bed, naked with his legs spread, but he couldn’t really find it in him to care. He just wanted to know why Naoya wasn’t touching him anymore.
Naoya looked up from the wash-bag he was going through to gaze over his shoulder at Chris. He felt his dick jerk in excitement at the way the other boy looked, forgetting what he was doing and just watching as Chris wrapped a hand around his abandoned body seemingly without thought. His eyes darkened even further as he watched Chris jerk himself off, almost forgetting to answer him before the boy’s moans and rising hips reminded him of what he had been doing.
“I uh… lube. I need something to use…” he managed to get out, turning his back to Chris once more before he abandoned his search altogether. Finally he managed to find a bottle of unscented lotion and he let out a groan of relief as he all but ran back to the bed.
Chris knew it was probably impolite to start without someone when you were supposed to be having sex with them, but Naoya was busy looking for something and he was so hard it was starting to hurt.
Wrapping one hand around his cock he tugged in a slow unsteady rhythm, hips lifting to meet each stroke as he watched Naoya continue to search somewhat frantically. By the time Naoya returned to the bed, a triumphant expression on his face, pulling Chris’ hand off his aching flesh with a low whine of protest from the younger boy, Chris was close to coming. It was quickly replaced by Naoya’s talented hands though, one strong hand tight around him as the other pressed a cool lotion-coated fingertip to the delicate entrance of his body.
“Ngh… N-n-naoya… please…” Chris’ voice is almost gone, so deep and rough that Naoya can feel the rumble of it vibrating along his body as well as the mattress.
“Please what?” Naoya asked somewhat breathily, as he twisted his wrist slowly and stroked Chris’ erection even as his finger slipped easily inside. One finger was easy, it glided in sweetly with the aid of the lotion and Chris’ hips jerked up at the foreign sensation. “Please more? Please make love to you? Please let you come?”
“Yes… yes…” Chris didn’t know which question he was saying yes to or if it was all of them, just that he didn’t want Naoya to stop. Before he could expand on his answer Naoya had slipped a second finger inside, the full feeling increasing, his body unconsciously tightening around the boy’s digits and wringing out a muffled curse from the older boy.
Losing himself in the feeling, he squirmed on the mattress, fucking Naoya’s fingers and fist in alternating slides of his hips even as Naoya worked another finger into him. On one of his slides though, Naoya’s fingers grazed something inside his body that had his back bowing and a strangled noise escaping his throat. Naoya couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling Chris’ muscles clench tight around his fingers and wishing it was his cock he withdrew them carefully before unwrapping his other hand from around Chris’ erection as well.
Ignoring the whine of protest that the other boy made, he slicked more lotion over his own cock and settled himself between Chris’ legs. Lifting them to let Chris instinctively wrap them around his hips, he took himself in hand and leaned forward, kissing the other boy deeply as he pressed in. It was slow and hot and so fucking tight that Naoya thought for a minute that he was going to embarrass himself and come before he got all the way into the shorter boy. It was with a heavy sigh of relief that he felt their bodies press tight together.
Chris felt the full pressure all the way up his spine but Naoya had loosened him well and there was no pain. Instead just full glorious pressure and he wanted him to move. Unable to find the words to say so, he tightened his knees on the boy’s narrow hips and twined his fingers in the boy’s soft dark hair to bring their mouths together hard.
Taking the hint, Naoya pulled out slightly before slamming back in, earning himself a high wail from Chris and wringing a strained grunt from his own throat. He stilled for a moment, just reveling in the feeling of Chris around him and beneath him before he slid out once more. Pushing back in again, a little harder than the first time, he watched with glittering dark eyes as Chris’ back arched, his hands gripping Naoya’s upper arms like if he let go then Naoya would stop.
They had both fallen silent once more, no sounds between them except the high wails of ecstasy from Chris mixed with deep grunts from Naoya amidst the slick sound of flesh sliding in flesh.
If Chris had been thinking anything beyond sohotsofullgodharderfasterNOW he might have been embarrassed at the needy noises he was making, as well as the fact that it was only mid-afternoon and he was having sex with someone he wasn’t even dating. Though if he really thought about that aspect he would notice the fact that what Naoya and he had been doing up until now had very much been dating criteria.
Soon it was too much for Chris, he had been close to coming before and now with Naoya sliding in and out of him with thick hard thrusts, pressing tight against his prostrate as much as he could, that need spiraled higher until he managed to wedge one hand back between them and wrap it around his cock as Naoya continued to move inside him.
Naoya watched as Chris couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open or panting mouth shut as his hand pulled and stroked frantically at his erection in his need to come, his knuckles sliding against the sweaty skin of Naoya’s abs with every stroke as he jerked himself off.
Hips lifting to meet Naoya’s increasingly fast thrusts, Chris moaned almost low and constant as he felt the coiling in his belly, the tightening everywhere that signaled his release. Then he was coming with a loud incomprehensible scream that might have been Naoya’s name but more like was just noise as he spurted hot and wet over his hand and their bellies.
Naoya swore as Chris’ body tightened even more around him in his orgasm and he had to fight to keep pushing into him, the friction sweet and suffocating until it forcibly dragged his own climax from him. Continuing to move against him even after he felt himself stop coming, he thought that maybe he should have pulled out instead of coming inside him, but it was hard to actually think about that kind of thing when he felt like his dick was in a vise and he was coming hard enough to go blind or pass out or lose his brain out through his cock.
When Naoya finally collapsed on top of Chris’ sweaty body, he made a face at the faint squishing noise of Chris’ come between their bodies. He could still feel the aftershocks of an amazing orgasm trembling both their bodies and he was disinclined to move at all even when he felt like he should pull out and clean them up.
Instead he lay where he was as he waited for their breathing to get a little more regular, surprised when Chris lifted his hands to cup the back of his neck and bring his head down to join their mouths. They lay there, Naoya still inside him as they kissed slowly and in an explorative manner as if they had all the time in the world to get to know the taste and feel of each other.
In reality, Naoya knew it wouldn’t be long before someone started banging on the door demanding to be let in and breaking the soft hazy bubble that surrounded them.
When they finally broke apart, gasping faintly for much needed oxygen, Chris stared up at Naoya above him with serious dark eyes. He wanted to say something, to ask where this took them. At the same time though, he didn’t want to ask. Because if this had been all that Naoya had wanted from him he wasn’t sure he wanted to burst this feeling of happiness that was coiled around and inside of him. Maybe it was just the fantastic post-orgasmic bliss, but it felt so right to be here with Naoya, the boy’s slender yet heavier form on top of him as they breathed together silently, the sweat cooling on their bodies after their almost frantic love-making.
Naoya must have seen the confusion and uncertainty in his eyes because he leaned down to press his lips gently to Chris’ cheek before speaking. His voice was warm and low in the relative quiet of the room and it soothed Chris.
“It’s still olkay you knowl. Us. This. It’s nothing wrong or dirty. It’s just one more aspect of us together.”
Chris found he couldn’t refute that and he let his eyes slip shut as Naoya finally slid out of him. The feeling was strange and mildly uncomfortable but it was chased away by the feeling of a warm wet cloth pressing against his softened cock and still quivering belly as Naoya cleaned them up.
“It’s okay.”
As he repeated those words, he thought that they just might be true.