[HnG] Get Off the Internet [part 10]
Title: Get Off the Internet (Part 10 of ?)
Author: Kimmie (mmmdraco@gmail.com).
Category: yaoi, AU
Pairings: HikaAki
Disclaimer: Not mine. Takeshi and Obata's.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Language and vaguely kinky smut.
Spoilers: This is an AU, but it does contain variations on events from the original Hikago timeline.
Notes: This is set in a world where the boys meet under entirely different circumstances, and they're much older. This is the tenth part of this fic. The first nine parts can be found in my fic journal, quotienscumque. The title is taken from a Le Tigre song. Enjoy!
----------
Hikaru smoothed out Akira's shirt with his hand and put it on a hanger before hanging it up over his sink. "There. All the edamame is off of it."
Akira sat on the other side of the room with his chest bared. "Thanks. I know that's not going to stain, but that's not what I want to smell like when I leave here tomorrow." He tried to keep his eyes above Hikaru's waist, but the other man *had* taken his pants off to try to get all of the rice off.
Stretching out with his hands pressed against the cupboards and his legs behind him, Akira got a glimpse of Hikaru's stomach... just a tantalizing little strip of skin with a few dark hairs dusted along it. He grabbed a pillow off the floor and pulled it to his stomach in order to cover his lap.
"Oh! We never finished our game!" Hikaru came rushing over after checking to make sure his pants weren't going to fall off the hanger. "It was... my turn? Right. Because I was doing the no komi thing." He grabbed his pen and drew in his move. "There we go. Now, your turn."
Akira took a moment to move over to the table without moving the pillow or actually getting up from the tatami. He grabbed his own pen and studied the paper for a moment before drawing his next move. He did his best to focus on the game, but he could smell Hikaru's shampoo from where the man had probably taken a nap on the pillow in his lap. It didn't help to quell his erection.
The sun was just about down when Hikaru placed a final move, studied the board for a second, and turned his head away while sighing. "You win. By three and a half moku. Fucking komi."
Laughing, Akira finally picked the pillow up and laid it to the side. "We could say we played a flat even game. It wasn't a tournament, and 5.5 komi isn't all that's ever used, anyway."
"If I wanted to win, I'd say let's play under Chinese rules where I could claim those eyes as territory."
"Well, then we might as well not play at all for all that Chinese rules make sense. Their komi is *too* high."
"That's true... with the higher komi, I still wouldn't win. Oh well. That's what next time is for, right?"
Akira yawned a bit and leaned back. "Right. Next time. Did you want to play again?"
Hikaru looked around. "Um... I think I want to turn on the lights first." The sun was almost fully set and Hikaru managed to trip over several things and bang his shin against a chair before he managed to get the lights turned on.
His eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light, Akira threw the pillow down on the floor and lay back against it with his arms sprawled out to his sides. "It feels like a lot has happened in these past few days."
Hikaru dropped to the floor next to him with his head propper up by his arms. "A lot *has* happened. But, maybe that's why we're already so close."
Akira rolled onto his side to better look at Hikaru. "That could be." He reached out his arm and tickled Hikaru under his arm. Landing flat on his face as he squirms, Hikaru sat up and launched a full-out attack on Akira. Two minutes later, they were out of breath, their cheeks were flushed, and they were sprawled all over each other. Hikaru's shirt had gotten decidedly mussed. "So, bedtime?"
Pushing himself up, Hikaru raised an eyebrow. "But, when you say bedtime, are you saying you're tired, or saying you want to see me naked?"
There was a long pause before Akira answered. "Naked."
Hikaru stood up slowly, his breathing still a little heavy. "Well, then I need to get a few things from the closet." He walked over and began rummaging around until he unearthed a small paper bag. He tossed the bag behind him and hauled out the futon and another pillow that barely looked used.
Akira ran a hand through his hair, then reached down and unbuttoned his pants. "How many times have you done this before?"
"Never all the way. I more know how it's done and what to do, but I've never... You?"
Akira shook his head. "No. I don't even know much about it other than, um, y'know... the where and why."
"Have you ever touched yourself?" Hikaru had the futon spread out now and was sliding off his shirt while looking at Akira. He was kneeled on the futon with his legs spread just enough that his boxers didn't quite close. Akira could see most of Hikaru's erection and he couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight.
Getting to his knees, Akira righted himself and unzipped his pants. "I've done it some. I know pretty much what feels good."
Hikaru tossed his shirt off to the side of the room. "Then come over here and show me?"
Akira nodded and left his pants behind as he crossed the room. He sat down awkwardly on the futon and stared at Hikaru. "What do you want me to do?"
"Show me what you like. Do what you do when there's no one around. Just let me see it. Put on a show... like a go exhibition."
Spreading his legs slightly, Akira lifted his right hand and touched it to his left shoulder, letting it travel down his chest and over his trim stomach and just skirted the hardness of his own erection before cupping his balls and gently massaging them. He bit his bottom lip and spread his knees wider as his eyes closed. His other hand stroked up along the nape of his neck and into his hair, fisting it there for a moment while the lower hand moved upward to grasp firmly at his shaft. His head lolled back briefly as he pulled down his underwear and let his member free. He circled the head of it with his thumb and brought his other hand down to clutch at his thigh and press at the base of his balls while its partner began to stroke along his length. He was moaning now and biting at his lips and licking them in earnest when he felt the softest sensation against his thighs and hands before the hands were pushed away and he was engulfed in a heady, wet heat. He cried out loudly enough that he pressed the back of his left hand against his mouth quickly, slamming his lips against his teeth. The groan he made when he glanced down and saw Hikaru's full lips wrapped around him and working miracles hurt his throat as it was nearly out of his register.
Hikaru pulled away from Akira after giving him one last glancing lick, then smiled. "You're so sexy like that."
Akira felt the blush coming to his face again, especially as Hikaru reached up and helped him out of his underwear, having lost his own elsewhere. "You're... you're unbelieveable." He pushed himself forward and kissed Hikaru deeply, delighting a bit in tasting himself in the other man's mouth.
The next few minutes were blurry for Akira. He was euphoric enough that, while he knew he was moving, he didn't quite know how he'd ended up lying on his back with a pillow under his back with Hikaru sucking on him again while circling his entrance with a lubricated finger. He'd done the same to himself before, but he *was* wary nonetheless. He had his legs spread far enough that one foot was hanging off the futon and could feel Hikaru's saliva cooling against him as the other man slowed down and pulled up while concentrating on relaxing him. He was methodical, as though it were a go game, and Akira found himself making wanton moans and spreading himself further out and nibbling at his lips and whispering words like "More" and "Now" and "Please".
Finally, Hikaru pulled away and grabbed for the paper bag, pulling out an unopened box of condoms. He practically ripped it open and didn't bother to separate any from the strip. He opened the one at the end, took a moment to roll it down his length, and then pressed himself just against Akira. "Before I do this, tell me you're sure."
Akira nodded and clawed at Hikaru's shoulders to try to bring him closer. "Do it. Yes." He hissed quickly at the first burn of penetration, but quickly relaxed into it as Hikaru began an examination of Akira's neck with his mouth. Between the fullness inside him that pressed against all the right spots and the intense suckling and biting across his collarbone, it wasn't long before Akira was enjoying every movement they made.
Hikaru began to speed up as Akira's moans got louder and longer. He moved his mouth's attention slightly lower as he made enough room between their bodies to reach a hand down and grasp Akira's hot erection and stroke it with just a little extra force. It only took a matter of seconds before he could feel hot come trailing down his fingers. He bit his lip and pushed hard into Akira who moaned loudly with his breath hitching at the end. He felt himself spasm slightly, and he pushed in just a bit more before losing all momentum and letting his forehead rest against Akira's chest.
Letting out a deep breath, Akira smiled and reached one hand leisurely up and played with a piece of Hikaru's hair. "That was... wow."
Hikaru nodded with his face still buried in Akira's chest. "Yes." The sound was, understandly, muffled.
Letting his hand fall back to the side, Akira closed his eyes and enjoyed the slightly fluttery feeling of Hikaru's member still within him. "Thank you. That was... better than I expected, and I wasn't exactly completely uninformed on the issue."
Hikaru pulled out slowly as he got back on his hands and knees. He staggered to his feet and over to the trashcan where he grabbed a tissue from a box on the table next to it and grabbed the condom. He wrapped it up and dropped it into the trashcan, then grabbed another tissue and wiped his penis and his fingers clean. Afterward, he handed another tissue to Akira and proferred up the trash can he'd just thrown the second tissue into. "And now? Bedtime means bed, and tomorrow means breakfast."
Akira wiped himself off and threw away the tissue. "Yes. Sleep." Then he groaned. "Do you have anything I can wear?"
"You *can* sleep naked."
Sitting up, Akira shook his head. "Amazingly enough, I have to go to the bathroom. My shirt is hanging up to dry, my pants are wrinkled beyond belief, and at this moment, I have no idea where my shoes and underwear are."
Hikaru pulled a plain yukata out of the closet after a moment of searching. "Just be naked underneath."
Akira nodded in thanks and stood up to slide it on before almost racing out the door and down the hall. He was amazed to see no one standing outside the door to the bathroom and did his best to take care of business quickly and efficiently, although he was sore. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and attempted to fix his incredibly messy hair and to cover more of the purpling bruises that liberally peppered his throat before leaving the room.
An old woman was standing outside the door waiting. Akira nodded to her and attempted to run off, but she put out a hand to stop him. "Thank you for being a considerate young man and not being noisy later on. Early on, we can handle." She patted the sleeve of the yukata and closed the bathroom door behind her as she went in.
Looking at the door for a moment, Akira pulled the yukata closed and held it there as he walked with less hurry back to Hikaru's apartment. When he walked in, Hikaru was leaned over the futon, attempting to fluff the pillows. Akira could see plenty of red marks along his shoulders and back, including one that looked painful. "We look like we beat each other up."
Hikaru turned around. "Hmm?" Akira opened the yukata and gestured toward the bruises. "Well," Hikaru said as he smirked, "I did say something about eternal rivals, didn't I?"
----------
To be continued. ^_~
Author: Kimmie (mmmdraco@gmail.com).
Category: yaoi, AU
Pairings: HikaAki
Disclaimer: Not mine. Takeshi and Obata's.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Language and vaguely kinky smut.
Spoilers: This is an AU, but it does contain variations on events from the original Hikago timeline.
Notes: This is set in a world where the boys meet under entirely different circumstances, and they're much older. This is the tenth part of this fic. The first nine parts can be found in my fic journal, quotienscumque. The title is taken from a Le Tigre song. Enjoy!
----------
Hikaru smoothed out Akira's shirt with his hand and put it on a hanger before hanging it up over his sink. "There. All the edamame is off of it."
Akira sat on the other side of the room with his chest bared. "Thanks. I know that's not going to stain, but that's not what I want to smell like when I leave here tomorrow." He tried to keep his eyes above Hikaru's waist, but the other man *had* taken his pants off to try to get all of the rice off.
Stretching out with his hands pressed against the cupboards and his legs behind him, Akira got a glimpse of Hikaru's stomach... just a tantalizing little strip of skin with a few dark hairs dusted along it. He grabbed a pillow off the floor and pulled it to his stomach in order to cover his lap.
"Oh! We never finished our game!" Hikaru came rushing over after checking to make sure his pants weren't going to fall off the hanger. "It was... my turn? Right. Because I was doing the no komi thing." He grabbed his pen and drew in his move. "There we go. Now, your turn."
Akira took a moment to move over to the table without moving the pillow or actually getting up from the tatami. He grabbed his own pen and studied the paper for a moment before drawing his next move. He did his best to focus on the game, but he could smell Hikaru's shampoo from where the man had probably taken a nap on the pillow in his lap. It didn't help to quell his erection.
The sun was just about down when Hikaru placed a final move, studied the board for a second, and turned his head away while sighing. "You win. By three and a half moku. Fucking komi."
Laughing, Akira finally picked the pillow up and laid it to the side. "We could say we played a flat even game. It wasn't a tournament, and 5.5 komi isn't all that's ever used, anyway."
"If I wanted to win, I'd say let's play under Chinese rules where I could claim those eyes as territory."
"Well, then we might as well not play at all for all that Chinese rules make sense. Their komi is *too* high."
"That's true... with the higher komi, I still wouldn't win. Oh well. That's what next time is for, right?"
Akira yawned a bit and leaned back. "Right. Next time. Did you want to play again?"
Hikaru looked around. "Um... I think I want to turn on the lights first." The sun was almost fully set and Hikaru managed to trip over several things and bang his shin against a chair before he managed to get the lights turned on.
His eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light, Akira threw the pillow down on the floor and lay back against it with his arms sprawled out to his sides. "It feels like a lot has happened in these past few days."
Hikaru dropped to the floor next to him with his head propper up by his arms. "A lot *has* happened. But, maybe that's why we're already so close."
Akira rolled onto his side to better look at Hikaru. "That could be." He reached out his arm and tickled Hikaru under his arm. Landing flat on his face as he squirms, Hikaru sat up and launched a full-out attack on Akira. Two minutes later, they were out of breath, their cheeks were flushed, and they were sprawled all over each other. Hikaru's shirt had gotten decidedly mussed. "So, bedtime?"
Pushing himself up, Hikaru raised an eyebrow. "But, when you say bedtime, are you saying you're tired, or saying you want to see me naked?"
There was a long pause before Akira answered. "Naked."
Hikaru stood up slowly, his breathing still a little heavy. "Well, then I need to get a few things from the closet." He walked over and began rummaging around until he unearthed a small paper bag. He tossed the bag behind him and hauled out the futon and another pillow that barely looked used.
Akira ran a hand through his hair, then reached down and unbuttoned his pants. "How many times have you done this before?"
"Never all the way. I more know how it's done and what to do, but I've never... You?"
Akira shook his head. "No. I don't even know much about it other than, um, y'know... the where and why."
"Have you ever touched yourself?" Hikaru had the futon spread out now and was sliding off his shirt while looking at Akira. He was kneeled on the futon with his legs spread just enough that his boxers didn't quite close. Akira could see most of Hikaru's erection and he couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight.
Getting to his knees, Akira righted himself and unzipped his pants. "I've done it some. I know pretty much what feels good."
Hikaru tossed his shirt off to the side of the room. "Then come over here and show me?"
Akira nodded and left his pants behind as he crossed the room. He sat down awkwardly on the futon and stared at Hikaru. "What do you want me to do?"
"Show me what you like. Do what you do when there's no one around. Just let me see it. Put on a show... like a go exhibition."
Spreading his legs slightly, Akira lifted his right hand and touched it to his left shoulder, letting it travel down his chest and over his trim stomach and just skirted the hardness of his own erection before cupping his balls and gently massaging them. He bit his bottom lip and spread his knees wider as his eyes closed. His other hand stroked up along the nape of his neck and into his hair, fisting it there for a moment while the lower hand moved upward to grasp firmly at his shaft. His head lolled back briefly as he pulled down his underwear and let his member free. He circled the head of it with his thumb and brought his other hand down to clutch at his thigh and press at the base of his balls while its partner began to stroke along his length. He was moaning now and biting at his lips and licking them in earnest when he felt the softest sensation against his thighs and hands before the hands were pushed away and he was engulfed in a heady, wet heat. He cried out loudly enough that he pressed the back of his left hand against his mouth quickly, slamming his lips against his teeth. The groan he made when he glanced down and saw Hikaru's full lips wrapped around him and working miracles hurt his throat as it was nearly out of his register.
Hikaru pulled away from Akira after giving him one last glancing lick, then smiled. "You're so sexy like that."
Akira felt the blush coming to his face again, especially as Hikaru reached up and helped him out of his underwear, having lost his own elsewhere. "You're... you're unbelieveable." He pushed himself forward and kissed Hikaru deeply, delighting a bit in tasting himself in the other man's mouth.
The next few minutes were blurry for Akira. He was euphoric enough that, while he knew he was moving, he didn't quite know how he'd ended up lying on his back with a pillow under his back with Hikaru sucking on him again while circling his entrance with a lubricated finger. He'd done the same to himself before, but he *was* wary nonetheless. He had his legs spread far enough that one foot was hanging off the futon and could feel Hikaru's saliva cooling against him as the other man slowed down and pulled up while concentrating on relaxing him. He was methodical, as though it were a go game, and Akira found himself making wanton moans and spreading himself further out and nibbling at his lips and whispering words like "More" and "Now" and "Please".
Finally, Hikaru pulled away and grabbed for the paper bag, pulling out an unopened box of condoms. He practically ripped it open and didn't bother to separate any from the strip. He opened the one at the end, took a moment to roll it down his length, and then pressed himself just against Akira. "Before I do this, tell me you're sure."
Akira nodded and clawed at Hikaru's shoulders to try to bring him closer. "Do it. Yes." He hissed quickly at the first burn of penetration, but quickly relaxed into it as Hikaru began an examination of Akira's neck with his mouth. Between the fullness inside him that pressed against all the right spots and the intense suckling and biting across his collarbone, it wasn't long before Akira was enjoying every movement they made.
Hikaru began to speed up as Akira's moans got louder and longer. He moved his mouth's attention slightly lower as he made enough room between their bodies to reach a hand down and grasp Akira's hot erection and stroke it with just a little extra force. It only took a matter of seconds before he could feel hot come trailing down his fingers. He bit his lip and pushed hard into Akira who moaned loudly with his breath hitching at the end. He felt himself spasm slightly, and he pushed in just a bit more before losing all momentum and letting his forehead rest against Akira's chest.
Letting out a deep breath, Akira smiled and reached one hand leisurely up and played with a piece of Hikaru's hair. "That was... wow."
Hikaru nodded with his face still buried in Akira's chest. "Yes." The sound was, understandly, muffled.
Letting his hand fall back to the side, Akira closed his eyes and enjoyed the slightly fluttery feeling of Hikaru's member still within him. "Thank you. That was... better than I expected, and I wasn't exactly completely uninformed on the issue."
Hikaru pulled out slowly as he got back on his hands and knees. He staggered to his feet and over to the trashcan where he grabbed a tissue from a box on the table next to it and grabbed the condom. He wrapped it up and dropped it into the trashcan, then grabbed another tissue and wiped his penis and his fingers clean. Afterward, he handed another tissue to Akira and proferred up the trash can he'd just thrown the second tissue into. "And now? Bedtime means bed, and tomorrow means breakfast."
Akira wiped himself off and threw away the tissue. "Yes. Sleep." Then he groaned. "Do you have anything I can wear?"
"You *can* sleep naked."
Sitting up, Akira shook his head. "Amazingly enough, I have to go to the bathroom. My shirt is hanging up to dry, my pants are wrinkled beyond belief, and at this moment, I have no idea where my shoes and underwear are."
Hikaru pulled a plain yukata out of the closet after a moment of searching. "Just be naked underneath."
Akira nodded in thanks and stood up to slide it on before almost racing out the door and down the hall. He was amazed to see no one standing outside the door to the bathroom and did his best to take care of business quickly and efficiently, although he was sore. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and attempted to fix his incredibly messy hair and to cover more of the purpling bruises that liberally peppered his throat before leaving the room.
An old woman was standing outside the door waiting. Akira nodded to her and attempted to run off, but she put out a hand to stop him. "Thank you for being a considerate young man and not being noisy later on. Early on, we can handle." She patted the sleeve of the yukata and closed the bathroom door behind her as she went in.
Looking at the door for a moment, Akira pulled the yukata closed and held it there as he walked with less hurry back to Hikaru's apartment. When he walked in, Hikaru was leaned over the futon, attempting to fluff the pillows. Akira could see plenty of red marks along his shoulders and back, including one that looked painful. "We look like we beat each other up."
Hikaru turned around. "Hmm?" Akira opened the yukata and gestured toward the bruises. "Well," Hikaru said as he smirked, "I did say something about eternal rivals, didn't I?"
----------
To be continued. ^_~