Guilt and Sexual Repression In Teenage Males (Yuuta/Mizuki/Fuji)
title: Guilt and Sexual Repression In Teenage Males
pairing: Yuuta/Mizuki/Fuji, I suppose.
words: 287
rating: R
summary: Wherein I abuse Yuuta because that is fun for me.
notes: written as comment!fic for numisma's spam post. Reposted here because people seemed to like it.
Like any normal teenage boy, Yuuta touches himself with some regularity. He has somewhat mixed feelings about it, though, but that doesn't stop his hands from wandering down his body as he lies in bed at night, and really, that's not what disturbs him. What bothers him is the images that float, unbidden, into his mind. He tries to focus on girls, with their short uniform skirts and long hair, but they never fail to morph into things that Yuuta had no idea he found attractive. It starts with the girls' hair turning shorter, dark and slightly curly, and their slender bodies losing some of their curves. He stills his hand at this, but begins again once the ache is too strong. Anyway, being attracted to Mizuki isn't really that bad of a thing, he decides.
He continues on this course for a while, and everything is fine until another figure enters the fantasy. At this point, Yuuta pulls his hand away from himself violently, shocked at what his mind has come up with. He turns over onto his stomach, but his mind continues to supply him with images of Mizuki, no longer on his knees in front of Yuuta, but now with Yuuta's aniki, and Yuuta is so hard that it hurts, but he knows there's no way he can explain away touching himself while thinking of his aniki. He whimpers with discomfort, and his hips start moving of their own accord, pressing into the matress rhythmically, and before he can stop himself he's coming and biting his tongue because he doesn't know what name will come from his mouth. Panting, Yuuta wills himself to sleep and wakes up with a mess and a guilty conscience.
pairing: Yuuta/Mizuki/Fuji, I suppose.
words: 287
rating: R
summary: Wherein I abuse Yuuta because that is fun for me.
notes: written as comment!fic for numisma's spam post. Reposted here because people seemed to like it.
Like any normal teenage boy, Yuuta touches himself with some regularity. He has somewhat mixed feelings about it, though, but that doesn't stop his hands from wandering down his body as he lies in bed at night, and really, that's not what disturbs him. What bothers him is the images that float, unbidden, into his mind. He tries to focus on girls, with their short uniform skirts and long hair, but they never fail to morph into things that Yuuta had no idea he found attractive. It starts with the girls' hair turning shorter, dark and slightly curly, and their slender bodies losing some of their curves. He stills his hand at this, but begins again once the ache is too strong. Anyway, being attracted to Mizuki isn't really that bad of a thing, he decides.
He continues on this course for a while, and everything is fine until another figure enters the fantasy. At this point, Yuuta pulls his hand away from himself violently, shocked at what his mind has come up with. He turns over onto his stomach, but his mind continues to supply him with images of Mizuki, no longer on his knees in front of Yuuta, but now with Yuuta's aniki, and Yuuta is so hard that it hurts, but he knows there's no way he can explain away touching himself while thinking of his aniki. He whimpers with discomfort, and his hips start moving of their own accord, pressing into the matress rhythmically, and before he can stop himself he's coming and biting his tongue because he doesn't know what name will come from his mouth. Panting, Yuuta wills himself to sleep and wakes up with a mess and a guilty conscience.