Tora/Hiroto - alicenine. - Affect-tion - Oneshot
Affect-tion
Story Written by Tokiko
Tora's got Hiroto pinned down to the floor because he just couldn't take it anymore. He had just got enough of Hiroto's hyperactive insomniatic tendencies. It was four in the morning and Hiroto had brought out a jump rope to play with, and let’s not even get into what other stuff he was planning.
Hiroto had no idea what was going on. Trying to get his wrists loose from Tora's strong grip on him, he thought this might be some game. But his struggles were futile, and then he saw Tora's face illuminated by the street lights outside the window and realized the other wasn't kidding.
Hiroto tried to tell Tora he was hurting him and this wasn't funny, which it wasn't supposed to be. "What are you trying to do?" Tora had a dark look on his face, it was not pleasant. Or rather, it's menacing like he's about to do something unthinkable.
"I'm going to tire you out before I can get anymore sleep," Tora said, along those lines. And then he goes in and captures Hiroto's lips, mouth, tongue everything, while Hiroto continued to shuffle more frantically. Just when there didn't seem to be an end to the smoldering kiss Tora takes a breather. "I have to admit, you can be pretty cute sometimes, and it blows his mind when you make those little sounds in your sleep." He licked his lower lip with his tongue like he wanted to taste more of the hot plate before him.
Hiroto his pretty blown away too and he was growing weaker. So he doesn't exactly get what the other was saying to him either. All he knew was Tora had him trap like a rat, and the other was like the cat playing with him as a toy. Then he thought, "If I am the mouse and Tora is the cat, I'm going to be eaten, aren't I?"
Tora was kissing, lick, and nibbling, no, feeding on Hiroto's neck. It was delicious which was driving his craving even more to the next level. So he released his hold on Hiroto's one wrist to dive his hand to the lower hotter regions of Hiroto's PJ bottoms between the legs and started rubbing.
By now Hiroto was really begging for Tora to stop but the other just won't listen, and he was getting scared. Why was his friend doing this? It just doesn't make any sense. It's crazy. Tora must had been crazy. Was he crazy? This is too real to be a dream. But could Tora have a strange sleep disorder. But this? No way! Why? Hiroto wanted to cry, seriously, it was not funny at all what the other was doing to him. Why do I feel so hot?
Hiroto's pleading voice just led Tora on more. In other words, he was getting pretty turned on. He knew he shouldn't be. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. But having gone this far Tora couldn't stop, until he heard Hiroto gasp and his hand was filled with the other's cum. At that moment Hiroto had grabbed on to the back his shirt so tight he thought it might had left marks on his back too.
Tora thought he had won, but when he finally actually look at the person he was on top of he realized he did the most horrible thing a friend can do. Tears were forming in the rims Hiroto's eyes; deathly close to what crying is suppose to be followed. Tora couldn't believe what he had done. His loosen his grip from Hiroto automatically, and backing away.
Instantly, Hiroto took off into their shared hotel bathroom, and shut the door. Pretty shaken up, he simply leaned against the door and slid down to the cold tiled floor, wrapping himself up into a ball and let the tears falls.
Outside Tora was finally coming back to his senses, and went over to the bathroom door. He raised his hand up but couldn't bring himself to knock the door. What am I suppose to say? He knew the thing he should say, but was that enough? Could I actually pull it off? At that point he couldn't even live with himself. I'm too horrible to even be human right now. What had gotten into him back there? Someone should just slit my throat right now and let me die. So in the end he just hung his head as he trotted back to his bed, curled up into a ball and cocooned himself in the sheets. Even though the summer heat was killers and he might just as well suffocated in there, but maybe that was the point.
Soon, Hiroto came back out. He saw Tora mummified in the bed, and so he didn't want to be in bed either that also faced the other's, not that Hiroto was in the mood to sleep anyway. So he walked out to the small balcony provided with their hotel room. He sat down on the only chair included with the very small painted white table, and just looked up into the sky where the stars were.
For a moment Hiroto thought he saw the milky way. And then it made him thought of Tanabata, meaning "Evening of the seventh". It's supposed to be a festival that celebrates the meeting of Orihime (Vega) and Hikoboshi (Altair). The Milky Way, a river made from stars that crosses the sky, separates these lovers, and they are allowed to meet only once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. This is suppose to be a tragic love story about two people who love each but have to be parted and yet somehow be able to be together again. Hiroto never though a lot about love stories because they always ended up making him think, and the more he did the more confused he got. So very pretty soon he decided to give up thinking and fell asleep.
Tora couldn't fall back to sleep. He had heard Hiroto came out of the bathroom, and he had watched, through a peephole in his sheets, as the other went out to the balcony. He didn’t want to make things anymore complicated than it should so he just stayed put and tried to close his eyes and sleep again. But that only lasted a couple minutes then he realized Hiroto had fallen asleep outside. Concerned that the other might get cold, even from the summer air, he took a light blanket from the other's bed and covered Hiroto with it.
Being a light sleep that he was, Hiroto felt even the lightest feather if it touched his skin. So, of course he felt it too when Tora had put a blanket on him. He also felt it when these warm gentle fingers touched his cheek and brushed the hair back behind his ear. He felt the bumps on his own skin. He felt the pounding of his heart. But what Hiroto did not felt . . . was scared.