double post - part four and five
title: heartbreak warfare
author: hotfruits
rating: nc-17
characters: yamada/inoo. shida mirai. (cameo) daiki, takaki and yuma.
disclaimer: nope.
summary: through the hardship Ryosuke goes through with his mother, he meets Inoo Kei, a new, fresh teacher at his high school, who provides an escape from his hard life.
there is sex in this part
part one
part two
part three
It was almost summer break now, and Ryosuke couldn’t wait for some sunshine and relaxation. After much painstaking persistence, Mirai had convinced her parents to lift the ‘No Ryosuke in our house’ ban, and so the two were in her room, laying out on the floor in their swimsuits. They weren’t going swimming, but it was so bloody hot outside, and this seemed to be the only solution to cooling down. Plus, Mirai kept squirting her water gun at him, which felt blissfully amazing on his sweaty skin.
“Just one more week of classes,” Mirai smiled, her arms stretched over her head, “And then no school until September. Beautiful times are ahead of us, my friend.”
“I’m just happy I’m allowed in your house again,” Ryosuke grabbed another apple slice, “And able to enjoy all this food. Do you think your parents would mind if I knicked a few apples?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Mirai flipped over onto her stomach, leaning up on her elbows to look down at him, “How’s your mom doing?”
“Not good, she always drinks more during the summer,” Ryosuke felt bad abandoning his mother, but she was still passed out from the night before when he woke up, and by the time he got home that evening, she’d already be at work.
“Do you know why?”
“She won’t tell me, but I think it has something to do with her father. Most of her problems seem to come from him,” Ryosuke paused, reaching up to tuck a strand of Mirai’s hair back behind her ear, “This conversation is too depressing. Want to hear about the last time I saw Sensei outside of school?”
“Oh, but of course, and don’t leave out any details of his ass,” Mirai grinned down at him mischievously, her shoulders shaking as she giggled.
He relayed the story to her, taking nearly an hour to do so. It was last weekend, and he ran into Inoo and another one of his friends, Arioka, down in Shibuya. The two invited him to dinner, and it was there he found out that Arioka was the friend Inoo had been shopping for, all the way back in April. The short man praised him for the outfit, and then for getting Inoo to buy a pair of skinny jeans, which Arioka had been trying to do for a long time.
“It was really fun, Inoo’s so cool outside of the classroom. And I totally heard him swear,” Ryosuke laughed, shaking his head at the memory, “It was hysterical, Arioka was teasing him for wearing grandpa clothes, and Inoo just told him to fuck off. I nearly pissed my pants, I was laughing so hard.”
“That’s hot,” Mirai poked his cheek, “I hate you, by the way. I want to call Sensei Inoo and hang out with him and meet all his hot older friends.”
“Arioka wasn’t that hot though,” Ryosuke said, “Cute, but not hot. Takaki on the other hand, you’d willingly cheat on Nakayama for him. Great smile, great body, the whole sexy package.”
Mirai seemed to consider his words for a moment, and then said, “I’d never cheat on Yuma, ever. He’s the one for me, I tell you!”
“Then confess to the kid already, you pansy.”
“I can’t!” Mirai frowned, flinging herself onto the ground dramatically, “He’s so sweet and lovely, and I’m loud and mean. He’d never like a girl like me.”
“Any guy would be stupid not to love you,” Ryosuke said gently, turning over so that he faced Mirai, her head upside down from his view, “You’re smart, beautiful, funny. Just tell him how you feel.”
“…I’ll consider it. It is the summer time, after all,” Mirai smiled a little, “Time for romance, right?”
Ryosuke leaned over and kissed her forehead, “Right.”
***
It was September now, and the fun he had over the summer felt forever away. He was looking forward to school though, if only to see Inoo. Surprisingly, he didn’t see the older man once during break, even though he ran into Arioka a few times at the mall, and hung out with Takaki a bit, meeting up for lunch or going shopping, which Takaki always paid for. He felt bad, like he was abusing the man’s kindness, but Takaki insisted it was fine and that he enjoyed treating Ryosuke to a few nice things.
Fixing his tie, Ryosuke hugged his mother and left for school. When he got there, he met up with Mirai and the two walked to class, holding hands casually. “I wonder if Sensei got tan at all during the summer,” Mirai wondered, entering their classroom with a grin. “Because I hope not, his skin is too beautiful to be sullied by the sun.”
“So, how’s Nakayama doing?” Ryosuke took his seat, smirking as Mirai began to blush. Taking his advice, the girl finally gathered her courage and confessed to the younger boy, who, no surprise to Ryosuke, admitted that he always liked Mirai and wanted to ask her out, but was too scared. They were a cute couple, maybe a little sickening at times, but precious nonetheless.
“Yuma is wonderful, thank you,” Mirai took out her school books and opened up their Calculus text, flipping to the middle of the book.
Following her lead, Ryosuke began to brush up on his skills when Inoo entered the room, wearing…oh damn. Ryosuke’s mind went blank as Inoo walked past him, his ass hugged tightly by a pair of black jeans.
“Okay, I would so cheat on Yuma,” Mirai leaned over, whispering, “To get a piece of that ass. Wow, you weren’t fucking kidding, that behind is definitely heaven sent. I now believe in God.”
Ryosuke snickered, but covered it up as a sneeze, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
Inoo gave a small speech on what they’d be covering for the next few months, and information about cram schools for their final exam, plus a few leaflets on how to write a successful college application.
Tossing the leaflet into his bag, Ryosuke kept his eyes trained towards his Calculus book, knowing that if he looked up, he’d lose himself staring at Inoo’s ass again.
When the final bell rang, Ryosuke began to pack up, but was stopped when Inoo called him to stay after class. After hugging Mirai, he walked to the teacher’s desk, a little apprehensive. What could Inoo want with him?
“So, how was your summer break Yamada?” Inoo asked, gesturing for him to pull up a chair and take a seat. Doing so, Ryosuke plopped down and answered his teacher, “It was good, I hung out with Mirai a lot, and I saw Takaki and Arioka a few times as well.”
“I heard, Takaki has definitely taken a liking to you,” Inoo folded his hands across his desk, “Yamada, I was wondering if you might have changed your mind about college?”
Ah, so this is why Inoo had wanted to see him. “No, I haven’t Sensei. College just isn’t for me.”
“I think it is though,” Inoo argued, looking at him squarely, “You’re a very bright young man Yamada, and I can’t seem to figure out why you wouldn’t want to attend college.”
“I told you, it’s just not for me,” Ryosuke wanted to end this conversation now, before it got too out of hand. “Is it okay if I go now, Sensei?”
“Sure, see you tomorrow,” Ryosuke jumped out of the chair and walked quickly out the room, before Inoo could change his mind and call him back to talk more.
Arriving home later than usual, Ryosuke quietly dropped his bag to the floor, while he slipped off his shoes. His mother was usually passed out by now, or if she wasn’t, had a terrible hangover and would need the silence to recover.
That wasn’t the case today though, he learned quickly enough, when his mother came out of the kitchen, her eyes furious. “Ryosuke, we need to talk.”
“Is everything okay mama?” he asked, walking over to her. The closer he got, the more he could smell the alcohol on her breath, and the realization that his mother was drunk, and mad, scared him terribly.
“I was washing your clothes today,” she began, and he knew immediately where this conversation was going, “And you seem to have a lot of new things. How is that, Ryosuke? It’s not like we have any money to buy them.”
“I didn’t steal them,” he said, and she slapped him across the face.
“Don’t lie to me! How else did you get those clothes?!”
“A friend bought them for me, I swear!”
Another slap, much harder this time, and his eyes began to water. “I’m not lying, I didn’t steal those clothes!”
She raised her hand, ready to hit him again, but stopped, pointing at the door instead. “Get out, and don’t come back until tomorrow. I don’t want to see you right now,” she said, before leaving the room, her bedroom door slamming loudly behind her.
Trying not to cry, Ryosuke grabbed his school bag and put his shoes back on, leaving the house. He walked down his street in a daze, his cheeks stinging sharply. Where was he supposed to go? he wondered, tears gathering in his eyes. He wiped them away, but they kept springing back up, threatening to spill down his cheeks. He couldn’t go to Mirai’s house, he knew that. If she found out his mother had hit him, she’d freak out and call the police, and he didn’t want that. Despite her many flaws, he loved his mother and didn’t want her taken away from him.
Forcing the thought away from his mind, he focused his attention on where he was going to be that night. He came up with nothing though, and figured he’d just sleep in the park. Thankfully, the weather was still good, and with that in mind, headed towards his favorite park.
He passed the time doing homework, and reminding his brain of all the things he had forgotten over the summer. This took a few hours, and by the time he felt exhausted and slightly brain dead, it was beginning to get dark outside. Laying down on the bench that would be his bed tonight, Ryosuke watched the sky grow darker and darker, until all the stars and the moon were out. His stomach gave a huge growl, and he desperately wanted to eat, but the idea of stealing food didn’t settle well with him. Trying his best to ignore the pain in his stomach, Ryosuke curled up on the bench and closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.
Luck wouldn’t be on his side tonight though, of course. After an hour of laying there with his eyes closed, he still felt horribly hungry, and very awake. Wondering what to do, Ryosuke sat up and rubbed his bleary eyes, his body feeling a bit weak.
“Yamada?”
Jumping in his spot, Ryosuke turned around and saw Inoo, looking down at him in shock. “Were you…sleeping on that bench? Why aren’t you home?”
“I got kicked out for the night,” Ryosuke replied, too miserable to lie.
“Kicked out?” Inoo’s voice rose a bit as he said this, disbelief in his voice, “Your mother kicked you out of the house, for the night?”
“Yeah,” Ryosuke nodded, running a hand through his hair, “Oh, and if you say anything to the police or something, I’ll just deny it.”
“I…” Inoo’s fists tightened as he collected his words. It took a moment, and then he said, “You can stay at my place then.”
“What?” Ryosuke gasped, standing up quickly. “Are, are you serious?”
“Yes, but I must ask that we keep this a secret between us,” Inoo said, his tone very serious as they began to walk, “Although my intentions are good, the fact that you are a student, and I am your teacher, makes this situation very sensitive.”
“Don’t tell anyone about my mother, and I won’t say a word,” Ryosuke said, and Inoo nodded, a silent agreement settled between them. The silence remained as they walked to Inoo’s, arriving at a tall set of apartment buildings fifteen minutes later. Entering the building, the two rode the elevator up to the fourth floor, where they finished their journey outside apartment 4B. Inoo opened the door, and allowed Ryosuke to enter first.
Setting his stuff down and taking off his shoes, Ryosuke admired the man’s apartment. It had a very cozy appeal, the carpet and couch a warm brown and red color, and the dusty books lining the shelves with the small television set in the middle, just made the whole picture perfect.
“I’ll go get you something to sleep in,” Inoo muttered, leaving the room and coming back a moment later with a set of pajamas. “You can change in the bathroom, first door to the left.”
Taking the clothes, Yamada changed, enjoying the feeling of Inoo’s clothes. They were very worn out, but super comfortable, and Ryosuke suddenly realized how tired he felt. Yawning, the shirt slipped down his shoulder a little as he walked back into the living room. “Thank you so much Inoo, really,” Ryosuke smiled up at the older man, hoping he could see how grateful he was.
“No, um,” Inoo cleared his throat, looking flustered as his breathing came out a bit labored. Wondering if he was okay, Ryosuke took a step closer to Inoo, about to ask if he was alright when Inoo stepped towards him, the distance between them now nonexistent.
“Inoo?” Ryosuke felt his breath tighten at their close proximity, and without a second thought, stood on his toes and kissed his teacher. They were still for a moment, and then Inoo’s hands were cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss with a moan.
Oh, this was better than he could have ever imagined, which he had, many times. Inoo’s lips felt fantastic against his own, soft like a feather, but with enough pressure to make his toes curl. Wrapping his arms around Inoo’s waist, Ryosuke carefully nibbled on the man’s bottom lip, the mewls Inoo let out in response shooting straight down to his groin.
This was too much, too insanely perfect, and Ryosuke couldn’t stop himself as he pulled Inoo onto the couch, breaking the kiss with a gasp when their clothed erections touched. Inoo began to trail kisses down his neck, lips slightly parted as he also began to press on Ryosuke’s erection. “Fuck,” he swore, head tossing back into the couch pillow behind him.
“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” Inoo whispered, stripping Ryosuke and kissing every inch of skin that was exposed, “All those times we were together, and I just wanted to throw you down and have my way with you.”
“Oh God, please,” Ryosuke begged, sitting up so that he could undress Inoo as well. Once they were fully naked, Inoo pushed him back down onto the couch, their cocks sliding together. Inoo continued to rock their bodies together as he sucked on his fingers, coating them with saliva. Taking them out of his mouth with a ‘pop’, Inoo sat back and spread Ryosuke’s legs, taking a long moment to stare at his body.
It should have been awkward, legs spread and cock jutting out, but with the way Inoo was staring at him, made him feel so incredibly hot and turned on. Watching as Inoo’s fingers slid away from his view, he only a had second to breath before one finger slipped inside of him, making his insides burn a little.
“It’s okay, relax,” Inoo took his other hand and wrapped it around his length, slowly stroking it in time with the thrusts from his finger. It provided a good distraction for Inoo to get more in him, and Ryosuke felt the tug and pull of the three fingers soon enough, the digits spreading inside of him and opening him up for Inoo’s cock.
“I’m fine,” Ryosuke began to shake, his fingers scrambling to find purchase when Inoo hit that spot, “Please, fuck me now.”
Nodding, Inoo withdrew his fingers and positioned himself in front of Ryosuke’s entrance, his elbows coming to rest beside his shoulders. Leaning down to kiss him, Ryosuke took his hands away from the couch and ran them through Inoo’s hair instead, his fingers twisting in the black locks as Inoo began to fill him.
Damn, he was big, Ryosuke thought as his eyes began to water. Once Inoo was fully inside of him, he stopped, giving Ryosuke time to adjust as they deepened their kiss, tongues meeting with a low moan.
They broke the kiss to catch their breath, and Ryosuke nodded, giving Inoo the okay to start thrusting. He was gentle at first, his hips moving slowly as he pressed feathery kisses to Ryosuke’s face. The pace soon quickened though, and the apartment was filled with the sounds of skin on skin, and Ryosuke’s pleasured cries when Inoo found that spot again and began to pound against it.
It seemed too short, and Ryosuke desperately held onto his orgasm as long as he could, but soon he was coming, harsh pants breathed against Inoo’s neck as he came onto their chests. His muscles tensing involuntarily, it took only a few more thrusts from Inoo until he came as well, spilling inside of Ryosuke.
The air was hot and stifling around them, their sweaty foreheads pressed together as they looked into each others eyes. Inoo slipped out of him, and Ryosuke already missed the feeling of having the man inside of him.
“That was incredible,” he managed to say in one exhale, kissing Inoo sleepily, his eyes drooping. Inoo shifted for a second, and then reached up towards the top of the couch, where a cute checkered blanket lay. Giving it a tug, the blanket fell down on them and Inoo sighed, shifting again so that his weight wasn’t completely on Ryosuke, but keeping their bodies still relatively tangled together.
“Goodnight,” Inoo whispered, kissing him one last time. His eyes fell shut, and with a smile, fell asleep.
***
When he woke up the next morning, Inoo was gone. Confused, he looked around, wondering what time it was. It looked like school had already started, judging by the amount of sunshine outside. Happy that Inoo allowed him to sleep in and skip, Ryosuke curled back up under the blankets and closed his eyes, resting, but not falling back asleep. He couldn’t even if he wanted to, really, the memories from last night making him feel delirious.
He just couldn’t believe it. He slept with Inoo, his teacher, the man he had been crushing on ever since they saw each other in Shibuya. It was like a dirty dream come true, and even better, Inoo had felt the same way about him.
He wondered if this relationship might go anywhere, and sincerely hoped that it did. Besides being a fantastic fuck, Inoo was also a really great guy, and dating him would be amazing.
He doubted it would happen though, in a way, because who was he kidding? Inoo was his teacher, and if anyone found out about this, Ryosuke would get expelled from school and Inoo would lose his job and his teaching license.
Still, he couldn’t help but wish, and with that giddy feeling in mind, dragged his pleasantly sore body out of bed and into the bathroom, putting on his school uniform before heading home.
When he got there, his mother immediately tackled him with a hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry Ryosuke, I didn’t mean to hit you, and I shouldn’t have accused you of stealing. I know my baby wouldn’t lie to me.”
“It’s okay mama, I forgive you,” Ryosuke said, petting his mother’s tangled hair as he hugged her back. He could never stay mad at her, no matter how much she deserved it. She was his mother, and he loved her dearly, despite all her short comings and flaws.
“Let’s hang out today, yeah?” she pulled back from the hug, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, “I already called the school to tell them that you were sick and wouldn’t be coming in.”
“Okay,” Ryosuke smiled and led her over to the couch, turning on the television. They didn’t have many channels, but they did have the soap operas, and so Ryosuke spent the day with his mom, curled up in her arms and laughing at the terrible actors together.
author: hotfruits
rating: nc-17
characters: yamada/inoo. shida mirai. (cameo) daiki, takaki and yuma.
disclaimer: nope.
summary: through the hardship Ryosuke goes through with his mother, he meets Inoo Kei, a new, fresh teacher at his high school, who provides an escape from his hard life.
there is sex in this part
part one
part two
part three
It was almost summer break now, and Ryosuke couldn’t wait for some sunshine and relaxation. After much painstaking persistence, Mirai had convinced her parents to lift the ‘No Ryosuke in our house’ ban, and so the two were in her room, laying out on the floor in their swimsuits. They weren’t going swimming, but it was so bloody hot outside, and this seemed to be the only solution to cooling down. Plus, Mirai kept squirting her water gun at him, which felt blissfully amazing on his sweaty skin.
“Just one more week of classes,” Mirai smiled, her arms stretched over her head, “And then no school until September. Beautiful times are ahead of us, my friend.”
“I’m just happy I’m allowed in your house again,” Ryosuke grabbed another apple slice, “And able to enjoy all this food. Do you think your parents would mind if I knicked a few apples?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Mirai flipped over onto her stomach, leaning up on her elbows to look down at him, “How’s your mom doing?”
“Not good, she always drinks more during the summer,” Ryosuke felt bad abandoning his mother, but she was still passed out from the night before when he woke up, and by the time he got home that evening, she’d already be at work.
“Do you know why?”
“She won’t tell me, but I think it has something to do with her father. Most of her problems seem to come from him,” Ryosuke paused, reaching up to tuck a strand of Mirai’s hair back behind her ear, “This conversation is too depressing. Want to hear about the last time I saw Sensei outside of school?”
“Oh, but of course, and don’t leave out any details of his ass,” Mirai grinned down at him mischievously, her shoulders shaking as she giggled.
He relayed the story to her, taking nearly an hour to do so. It was last weekend, and he ran into Inoo and another one of his friends, Arioka, down in Shibuya. The two invited him to dinner, and it was there he found out that Arioka was the friend Inoo had been shopping for, all the way back in April. The short man praised him for the outfit, and then for getting Inoo to buy a pair of skinny jeans, which Arioka had been trying to do for a long time.
“It was really fun, Inoo’s so cool outside of the classroom. And I totally heard him swear,” Ryosuke laughed, shaking his head at the memory, “It was hysterical, Arioka was teasing him for wearing grandpa clothes, and Inoo just told him to fuck off. I nearly pissed my pants, I was laughing so hard.”
“That’s hot,” Mirai poked his cheek, “I hate you, by the way. I want to call Sensei Inoo and hang out with him and meet all his hot older friends.”
“Arioka wasn’t that hot though,” Ryosuke said, “Cute, but not hot. Takaki on the other hand, you’d willingly cheat on Nakayama for him. Great smile, great body, the whole sexy package.”
Mirai seemed to consider his words for a moment, and then said, “I’d never cheat on Yuma, ever. He’s the one for me, I tell you!”
“Then confess to the kid already, you pansy.”
“I can’t!” Mirai frowned, flinging herself onto the ground dramatically, “He’s so sweet and lovely, and I’m loud and mean. He’d never like a girl like me.”
“Any guy would be stupid not to love you,” Ryosuke said gently, turning over so that he faced Mirai, her head upside down from his view, “You’re smart, beautiful, funny. Just tell him how you feel.”
“…I’ll consider it. It is the summer time, after all,” Mirai smiled a little, “Time for romance, right?”
Ryosuke leaned over and kissed her forehead, “Right.”
***
It was September now, and the fun he had over the summer felt forever away. He was looking forward to school though, if only to see Inoo. Surprisingly, he didn’t see the older man once during break, even though he ran into Arioka a few times at the mall, and hung out with Takaki a bit, meeting up for lunch or going shopping, which Takaki always paid for. He felt bad, like he was abusing the man’s kindness, but Takaki insisted it was fine and that he enjoyed treating Ryosuke to a few nice things.
Fixing his tie, Ryosuke hugged his mother and left for school. When he got there, he met up with Mirai and the two walked to class, holding hands casually. “I wonder if Sensei got tan at all during the summer,” Mirai wondered, entering their classroom with a grin. “Because I hope not, his skin is too beautiful to be sullied by the sun.”
“So, how’s Nakayama doing?” Ryosuke took his seat, smirking as Mirai began to blush. Taking his advice, the girl finally gathered her courage and confessed to the younger boy, who, no surprise to Ryosuke, admitted that he always liked Mirai and wanted to ask her out, but was too scared. They were a cute couple, maybe a little sickening at times, but precious nonetheless.
“Yuma is wonderful, thank you,” Mirai took out her school books and opened up their Calculus text, flipping to the middle of the book.
Following her lead, Ryosuke began to brush up on his skills when Inoo entered the room, wearing…oh damn. Ryosuke’s mind went blank as Inoo walked past him, his ass hugged tightly by a pair of black jeans.
“Okay, I would so cheat on Yuma,” Mirai leaned over, whispering, “To get a piece of that ass. Wow, you weren’t fucking kidding, that behind is definitely heaven sent. I now believe in God.”
Ryosuke snickered, but covered it up as a sneeze, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
Inoo gave a small speech on what they’d be covering for the next few months, and information about cram schools for their final exam, plus a few leaflets on how to write a successful college application.
Tossing the leaflet into his bag, Ryosuke kept his eyes trained towards his Calculus book, knowing that if he looked up, he’d lose himself staring at Inoo’s ass again.
When the final bell rang, Ryosuke began to pack up, but was stopped when Inoo called him to stay after class. After hugging Mirai, he walked to the teacher’s desk, a little apprehensive. What could Inoo want with him?
“So, how was your summer break Yamada?” Inoo asked, gesturing for him to pull up a chair and take a seat. Doing so, Ryosuke plopped down and answered his teacher, “It was good, I hung out with Mirai a lot, and I saw Takaki and Arioka a few times as well.”
“I heard, Takaki has definitely taken a liking to you,” Inoo folded his hands across his desk, “Yamada, I was wondering if you might have changed your mind about college?”
Ah, so this is why Inoo had wanted to see him. “No, I haven’t Sensei. College just isn’t for me.”
“I think it is though,” Inoo argued, looking at him squarely, “You’re a very bright young man Yamada, and I can’t seem to figure out why you wouldn’t want to attend college.”
“I told you, it’s just not for me,” Ryosuke wanted to end this conversation now, before it got too out of hand. “Is it okay if I go now, Sensei?”
“Sure, see you tomorrow,” Ryosuke jumped out of the chair and walked quickly out the room, before Inoo could change his mind and call him back to talk more.
Arriving home later than usual, Ryosuke quietly dropped his bag to the floor, while he slipped off his shoes. His mother was usually passed out by now, or if she wasn’t, had a terrible hangover and would need the silence to recover.
That wasn’t the case today though, he learned quickly enough, when his mother came out of the kitchen, her eyes furious. “Ryosuke, we need to talk.”
“Is everything okay mama?” he asked, walking over to her. The closer he got, the more he could smell the alcohol on her breath, and the realization that his mother was drunk, and mad, scared him terribly.
“I was washing your clothes today,” she began, and he knew immediately where this conversation was going, “And you seem to have a lot of new things. How is that, Ryosuke? It’s not like we have any money to buy them.”
“I didn’t steal them,” he said, and she slapped him across the face.
“Don’t lie to me! How else did you get those clothes?!”
“A friend bought them for me, I swear!”
Another slap, much harder this time, and his eyes began to water. “I’m not lying, I didn’t steal those clothes!”
She raised her hand, ready to hit him again, but stopped, pointing at the door instead. “Get out, and don’t come back until tomorrow. I don’t want to see you right now,” she said, before leaving the room, her bedroom door slamming loudly behind her.
Trying not to cry, Ryosuke grabbed his school bag and put his shoes back on, leaving the house. He walked down his street in a daze, his cheeks stinging sharply. Where was he supposed to go? he wondered, tears gathering in his eyes. He wiped them away, but they kept springing back up, threatening to spill down his cheeks. He couldn’t go to Mirai’s house, he knew that. If she found out his mother had hit him, she’d freak out and call the police, and he didn’t want that. Despite her many flaws, he loved his mother and didn’t want her taken away from him.
Forcing the thought away from his mind, he focused his attention on where he was going to be that night. He came up with nothing though, and figured he’d just sleep in the park. Thankfully, the weather was still good, and with that in mind, headed towards his favorite park.
He passed the time doing homework, and reminding his brain of all the things he had forgotten over the summer. This took a few hours, and by the time he felt exhausted and slightly brain dead, it was beginning to get dark outside. Laying down on the bench that would be his bed tonight, Ryosuke watched the sky grow darker and darker, until all the stars and the moon were out. His stomach gave a huge growl, and he desperately wanted to eat, but the idea of stealing food didn’t settle well with him. Trying his best to ignore the pain in his stomach, Ryosuke curled up on the bench and closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.
Luck wouldn’t be on his side tonight though, of course. After an hour of laying there with his eyes closed, he still felt horribly hungry, and very awake. Wondering what to do, Ryosuke sat up and rubbed his bleary eyes, his body feeling a bit weak.
“Yamada?”
Jumping in his spot, Ryosuke turned around and saw Inoo, looking down at him in shock. “Were you…sleeping on that bench? Why aren’t you home?”
“I got kicked out for the night,” Ryosuke replied, too miserable to lie.
“Kicked out?” Inoo’s voice rose a bit as he said this, disbelief in his voice, “Your mother kicked you out of the house, for the night?”
“Yeah,” Ryosuke nodded, running a hand through his hair, “Oh, and if you say anything to the police or something, I’ll just deny it.”
“I…” Inoo’s fists tightened as he collected his words. It took a moment, and then he said, “You can stay at my place then.”
“What?” Ryosuke gasped, standing up quickly. “Are, are you serious?”
“Yes, but I must ask that we keep this a secret between us,” Inoo said, his tone very serious as they began to walk, “Although my intentions are good, the fact that you are a student, and I am your teacher, makes this situation very sensitive.”
“Don’t tell anyone about my mother, and I won’t say a word,” Ryosuke said, and Inoo nodded, a silent agreement settled between them. The silence remained as they walked to Inoo’s, arriving at a tall set of apartment buildings fifteen minutes later. Entering the building, the two rode the elevator up to the fourth floor, where they finished their journey outside apartment 4B. Inoo opened the door, and allowed Ryosuke to enter first.
Setting his stuff down and taking off his shoes, Ryosuke admired the man’s apartment. It had a very cozy appeal, the carpet and couch a warm brown and red color, and the dusty books lining the shelves with the small television set in the middle, just made the whole picture perfect.
“I’ll go get you something to sleep in,” Inoo muttered, leaving the room and coming back a moment later with a set of pajamas. “You can change in the bathroom, first door to the left.”
Taking the clothes, Yamada changed, enjoying the feeling of Inoo’s clothes. They were very worn out, but super comfortable, and Ryosuke suddenly realized how tired he felt. Yawning, the shirt slipped down his shoulder a little as he walked back into the living room. “Thank you so much Inoo, really,” Ryosuke smiled up at the older man, hoping he could see how grateful he was.
“No, um,” Inoo cleared his throat, looking flustered as his breathing came out a bit labored. Wondering if he was okay, Ryosuke took a step closer to Inoo, about to ask if he was alright when Inoo stepped towards him, the distance between them now nonexistent.
“Inoo?” Ryosuke felt his breath tighten at their close proximity, and without a second thought, stood on his toes and kissed his teacher. They were still for a moment, and then Inoo’s hands were cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss with a moan.
Oh, this was better than he could have ever imagined, which he had, many times. Inoo’s lips felt fantastic against his own, soft like a feather, but with enough pressure to make his toes curl. Wrapping his arms around Inoo’s waist, Ryosuke carefully nibbled on the man’s bottom lip, the mewls Inoo let out in response shooting straight down to his groin.
This was too much, too insanely perfect, and Ryosuke couldn’t stop himself as he pulled Inoo onto the couch, breaking the kiss with a gasp when their clothed erections touched. Inoo began to trail kisses down his neck, lips slightly parted as he also began to press on Ryosuke’s erection. “Fuck,” he swore, head tossing back into the couch pillow behind him.
“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” Inoo whispered, stripping Ryosuke and kissing every inch of skin that was exposed, “All those times we were together, and I just wanted to throw you down and have my way with you.”
“Oh God, please,” Ryosuke begged, sitting up so that he could undress Inoo as well. Once they were fully naked, Inoo pushed him back down onto the couch, their cocks sliding together. Inoo continued to rock their bodies together as he sucked on his fingers, coating them with saliva. Taking them out of his mouth with a ‘pop’, Inoo sat back and spread Ryosuke’s legs, taking a long moment to stare at his body.
It should have been awkward, legs spread and cock jutting out, but with the way Inoo was staring at him, made him feel so incredibly hot and turned on. Watching as Inoo’s fingers slid away from his view, he only a had second to breath before one finger slipped inside of him, making his insides burn a little.
“It’s okay, relax,” Inoo took his other hand and wrapped it around his length, slowly stroking it in time with the thrusts from his finger. It provided a good distraction for Inoo to get more in him, and Ryosuke felt the tug and pull of the three fingers soon enough, the digits spreading inside of him and opening him up for Inoo’s cock.
“I’m fine,” Ryosuke began to shake, his fingers scrambling to find purchase when Inoo hit that spot, “Please, fuck me now.”
Nodding, Inoo withdrew his fingers and positioned himself in front of Ryosuke’s entrance, his elbows coming to rest beside his shoulders. Leaning down to kiss him, Ryosuke took his hands away from the couch and ran them through Inoo’s hair instead, his fingers twisting in the black locks as Inoo began to fill him.
Damn, he was big, Ryosuke thought as his eyes began to water. Once Inoo was fully inside of him, he stopped, giving Ryosuke time to adjust as they deepened their kiss, tongues meeting with a low moan.
They broke the kiss to catch their breath, and Ryosuke nodded, giving Inoo the okay to start thrusting. He was gentle at first, his hips moving slowly as he pressed feathery kisses to Ryosuke’s face. The pace soon quickened though, and the apartment was filled with the sounds of skin on skin, and Ryosuke’s pleasured cries when Inoo found that spot again and began to pound against it.
It seemed too short, and Ryosuke desperately held onto his orgasm as long as he could, but soon he was coming, harsh pants breathed against Inoo’s neck as he came onto their chests. His muscles tensing involuntarily, it took only a few more thrusts from Inoo until he came as well, spilling inside of Ryosuke.
The air was hot and stifling around them, their sweaty foreheads pressed together as they looked into each others eyes. Inoo slipped out of him, and Ryosuke already missed the feeling of having the man inside of him.
“That was incredible,” he managed to say in one exhale, kissing Inoo sleepily, his eyes drooping. Inoo shifted for a second, and then reached up towards the top of the couch, where a cute checkered blanket lay. Giving it a tug, the blanket fell down on them and Inoo sighed, shifting again so that his weight wasn’t completely on Ryosuke, but keeping their bodies still relatively tangled together.
“Goodnight,” Inoo whispered, kissing him one last time. His eyes fell shut, and with a smile, fell asleep.
***
When he woke up the next morning, Inoo was gone. Confused, he looked around, wondering what time it was. It looked like school had already started, judging by the amount of sunshine outside. Happy that Inoo allowed him to sleep in and skip, Ryosuke curled back up under the blankets and closed his eyes, resting, but not falling back asleep. He couldn’t even if he wanted to, really, the memories from last night making him feel delirious.
He just couldn’t believe it. He slept with Inoo, his teacher, the man he had been crushing on ever since they saw each other in Shibuya. It was like a dirty dream come true, and even better, Inoo had felt the same way about him.
He wondered if this relationship might go anywhere, and sincerely hoped that it did. Besides being a fantastic fuck, Inoo was also a really great guy, and dating him would be amazing.
He doubted it would happen though, in a way, because who was he kidding? Inoo was his teacher, and if anyone found out about this, Ryosuke would get expelled from school and Inoo would lose his job and his teaching license.
Still, he couldn’t help but wish, and with that giddy feeling in mind, dragged his pleasantly sore body out of bed and into the bathroom, putting on his school uniform before heading home.
When he got there, his mother immediately tackled him with a hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry Ryosuke, I didn’t mean to hit you, and I shouldn’t have accused you of stealing. I know my baby wouldn’t lie to me.”
“It’s okay mama, I forgive you,” Ryosuke said, petting his mother’s tangled hair as he hugged her back. He could never stay mad at her, no matter how much she deserved it. She was his mother, and he loved her dearly, despite all her short comings and flaws.
“Let’s hang out today, yeah?” she pulled back from the hug, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, “I already called the school to tell them that you were sick and wouldn’t be coming in.”
“Okay,” Ryosuke smiled and led her over to the couch, turning on the television. They didn’t have many channels, but they did have the soap operas, and so Ryosuke spent the day with his mom, curled up in her arms and laughing at the terrible actors together.