Stand-Alone: Makka (Scarlet): Part 2
Title: Makka (Scarlet)
Part: 2/3
Rating: Sanguine
Notes: Gratuitous angst, like the previous part. Surprise. I'd say more, but... that'd spoil my the fun. ^^
Disclaimers and SO MUCH THANKING are just about the same as the previous part. ^^
Makka (Scarlet)
Yuushi should've been asleep, by the time Gakuto slipped into the common room.
He should've already been tucked into his bed, because Oshitari went to bed early whenever he didn't have a paper to write, and he was already always up and making breakfast by the time Gakuto got back. It was one of the great things about living with him--he always made the best breakfasts, and that was why Gakuto always waited until late before he went anywhere. Didn't want to wake up his roommate. Curfew? Right. Whatever.
It'd been a couple of days, and the bruises were ugly--didn't hurt as much, though, and he'd given Hiroe enough of a cold shoulder that by now, the horny bastard was probably drooling for a piece of his ass. Not that it meant anything, 'cause, well, of course he wanted a piece of Mukahi's ass, everyone did. And it didn't matter if no-one wanted just Mukahi, because, well, what the Hell--Mukahi Gakuto never wanted them, either.
It was the way he fucked--sex with strings was just so complicated, and it was so much easier when he got tired of them and decided to bail--none of them had ever held it against him, or anything. Hell, he never went into anything with anyone who thought that there was going to be more to it than a quick fuck until Mukahi decided he wanted to fuck someone else. Sure, sometimes they got mad when he broke it off, but whatever, it was his ass. It was his right to say 'no' when he didn't want, and 'oh yeah' when he did.
It wasn't like any of them ever gave a damn. It was just that the sex was good.
He flipped the catch on the windowsill with one finger, playing with the little hook idly, rough metal through his fingers. Getting down the fire escape was easy if you knew how to hit the ground from that first-floor jump, knew how to spin in the air so that there wasn't any hurt when your feet touched soil. Hiroe had said--meet him at the clubroom at half past midnight. It was always the clubroom, it was easiest for them to get into, and... Gakuto didn't really want the bastard in his room. And he didn't really want to go--his back was still kinda sore, even though Oshitari and Atobe hadn't said anything during his game, but that stupid Yamanaka-buchou probably hadn't even noticed--but he knew he'd be there.
Because Yuushi was tucked away, asleep in bed, dreaming genius IQ dreams that never missed a thing, and Gakuto was...
He snarled, softly, at his own mind and pushed open the window shade. It creaked, but he didn't worry about that--there was no way Yuushi was going to be able to hear that little bitty sound through the closed door of his bedroom--he glanced back at it, for a second, just to make sure, his throat weirdly thick with the thought of leaving--
Yuushi wasn't wearing his glasses--they were dangling from the tips of his fingers, almost invisible in the half-light. It was the first thing Gakuto noticed, and it struck him dumb that those eyes were just as frickin' sharp without them as with them on.
What. The. Hell.
"I don't think you should go," Oshitari told him with that little tilt of a knowing eyebrow that had always infuriated Gakuto so much--flat, calm, an 'objective observation,' or whatever he called it. He never gave a real flat damn about anything that he made 'objective observations' about. And Gakuto hated the way that eyebrow tilted. Hated the way it made Oshitari look so damned sexy, so frickin' smart.
Gakuto raised his head, and just... smirked. It was weird how the smirk hurt, pulling at the edges of his lips like that. It felt like a snarl. It felt like it ripped apart his chest. "Hey, just 'cause you can't get any, Yuushi, doesn't mean I can't."
It wasn't the right thing to say--sure, he'd never really much cared 'bout things like 'right things,' but when Oshitari's other eyebrow tilted upwards, he knew that there was going to be trouble. And oh, yeah, this time... this time he wanted it. He'd been spoiling for a fight ever since that thing with an ice pack, damn Yuushi for being nice to him, damn him, damn him for his dark, knowing eyes and the way he fixed his glasses and said funny things at the dinner table that made Gakuto sputter with laughter.
Damn him for not giving a flying fuck about the bruises, about Gakuto being slammed up against the lockers, and it had hurt like Hell--it had!--but not as much as the fact that Yuushi's eyes hadn't been the least bit shocked when he'd turned and walked away.
The smile was slow and hard and cool--like Oshitari Yuushi always smiled, like there were things going on behind that smile that Gakuto really, really wanted to know, but whose answers he'd probably regret knowing. It wasn't for guys like him to know about what was going on behind Oshitari's eyes--he couldn't have Oshitari walking towards him in that slow prowl, he just couldn't--and panic clawed in his throat when Oshitari pushed away from the doorframe in a liquid tumble of sleep-mussed hair. Don't come near me. Don't-- he didn't back away.
"You don't think I can, Gakuto?" Yuushi's voice, his Kansai purr, shuddered through him like fur rubbing, rubbing, slowly down his spine, but Gakuto was used to this crazy lust--used to the way Oshitari's accent could clog in his throat sometimes. "I'm willing to wager that I could make even you so speechless with pleasure that you couldn't even scream."
Was that an offer? It wasn't--it couldn't--it wasn't! It was just another of those fucking mind games that Yuushi was so damned good at. Just another goddamned mind game. "Yeah, well, good for you," he hissed, and that hurt, coming out, too. "Head outta your ass, Oshitari. You're getting to have as much of a ego on you as Ahobe if you think you can handle me."
And that hurt even more, because... because he said it, he said it, but gods, he wanted to find out if it were true. Gakuto wanted what Oshitari was promising with his eyes, that mouth, wanted it so badly that his entire body vibrated with it, and God no fuck he wasn't shaking, except when he looked down the floor vibrated with him.
Or maybe that was just the tears.
Gods, what was it about Oshitari that made him so crazy? Maybe he should have just hopped into bed with him a long time ago and been done with it... but... but...
"Perhaps that's true. But at least..." the words were quiet in the too-quiet apartment, and Gakuto shuddered at the way Oshitari's voice filled their space with the soft warmth of Osaka. He was close enough to touch. But he never was, and Oshitari didn't raise a hand, just raised his voice, a little, and it felt just too much like a caress to be safe. "At least I know enough to make sure I'm not hurting my partner, Gakuto."
Gakuto's heart made a little twang in his chest that might've been a moan if he'd let it out of his mouth. Who cared if Hiroe hurt him?
But Yuushi was his friend. His best friend, even.
And maybe... maybe in some way... maybe...
No.
Gakuto didn't have sex with strings on it. None of that love or sticky goopy emotion or even kissy-face that didn't have any tongue to it. Never, ever, ever, it made things just too damned complicated, and just ruined everything. Just like it would ruin everything if he ever slept with Yuushi, no matter how fucking good the sex was, because then maybe Yuushi would get up and make his so-good breakfast in the mornings and Gakuto would climb out of bed and take a shower and style his hair and then laugh at how Yuushi sometimes wobbled around in the morning if he didn't have his glasses on... and that would be great, the best ever, if it was all just exactly the same, but...
But what if it wasn't?
Gakuto raised his pert, cute chin and spoke--but his voice was too sharp, too shrill, he could hear it, and he hated the way it sounded like he was crying. Of course he wasn't. He didn't cry, that was for babies who didn't live his sweet life. "How do you know I don't like it?" Some people did, liked having bruises to show after--and Gakuto liked hickeys, sometimes, but he didn't like bruises. He especially didn't like being hurt. Yuushi didn't know that, though.
Sure, Oshitari was going to say something bastardly and clever and funny as Hell to that. Gakuto didn't give a damn. He didn't! It would mean that he could tell Oshitari to piss off, and then go and get fucked by someone in some random somewhere and God he needed to be fucked except the only one who he wanted to do it--no!--was standing right in front of him, not wearing his glasses.
But Oshitari's mouth tightened instead of loosening in that smug, brilliant, safe little smile, and he shook his head slowly enough for the ends of his hair to brush over his cheekbones before he pushed them away. "I'm hardly stupid, Gakuto," when the eyes shot up to Gakuto's, again, so damned sharp--why were his eyes so sharp, even when he didn't have his glasses on...? "I know you can take care of yourself, but bizarre and counterproductive as it is, I worry for you. If you like it--fine. Then tell me so."
Well, that made it all very nice and easy, didn't it? And he wouldn't even have to lie. "So I like it a little rough sometimes. What's wrong with that?" Gakuto stretched, slowly, tiptoeing until his whole body was just one long smooth line, and was damned proud of himself--he didn't even wince when the stretch made his bruises throb. "S'nice to be aching all over 'cause you've been fucked so hard..."
Oshitari's mouth went white, slowly, and for a second, maybe, his eyes blurred--maybe he was angry, but what the Hell did he have to be angry about? The expression on his face--oh, yeah, it was kind of scary, oh damn he'd made Yuushi mad and--and he didn't want to make Yuushi mad. Which was... funny, 'cause he normally didn't give a damn about these things.
"Do what you want, then," his voice was very, very soft, his accent like a knife. "The ice pack will be in the freezer again when you get home."
And Yuushi, who'd never walked away from him before, walked away from him now, and into his bedroom.
Fuck you, Oshitari, he spat silently at the retreating back.
Gakuto reached out, and the metal of the window clasp was warm in his hands, even though he could feel the cold night outside, and maybe he should've been wearing a jacket if he was going to go out. It was safer there--not as dark, not as strained, it wasn't like he'd be able to feel his pulse slamming into his throat with how close he'd been to doing something really, really stupid like leaning forwards to kiss the warm, firm lips of the only guy he'd ever really been able to call a 'friend.' It was so much simpler with Hiroe--he could laugh about what a bad, bad kisser the bastard was, and take it in his tight little ass, and who cared, really, if it hurt, since Gakuto couldn't have the guy he really wanted, anyway...?
No strings. It was easier this way, it was easier, damn it--
With a curse, Gakuto turned away from the window and stormed over to Yuushi's door, slamming it open.
Yuushi was just sitting up in bed, with a book open in one hand and his glasses on the nightstand, that was all--lamp on, and the comforter tucked up against his lap, and the yellow light made his skin almost golden, dark and heady and--and he was shirtless again, because Gakuto knew he just slept in his boxers. "You'll wake the neighbours again, you know," Yuushi just raised an eyebrow like nothing had ever happened, like Gakuto'd never seen him angry, but he'd seen it, he'd seen his roommate human for just a second. "They might let the screaming pass, but I rather think they dislike the sound of things slamming against the wall."
That was it. That was... just it. "What the fuck is your problem, Yuushi?!" it was half a scream, maybe, but he really didn't give a damn if the neighbours heard them. Fuck them, too.
Those eyebrows rose again in slow increments before Oshitari's eyes dropped to his book again, and he merely shrugged. "I don't understand what you've got your panties all in a bunch about, Gakuto. I gave you my opinion, and far be it from me to stop you."
"You couldn't, even if you wanted to," Gakuto snarled, stalking into the room. He felt stiff all over, like each word was tearing strips out of his skin, long sharp bands of hurt. Oh, this had been coming a long, long time, and why wasn't he going out the window to meet Hiroe at the clubhouse?
Yuushi just glanced up from his book, once, before he started ignoring Gakuto again. "If you think that, then you're badly mistaken," his voice was calm, and even, and how dare he be so fucking calm, turning the pages slowly in easy flicks, when Gakuto was so fucking angry. Why the Hell was he so angry? Did it matter?
Hah. Yeah. Right.
"Prove it," Gakuto snarled.
There was a moment of silence, thick and electric in the room and making the hairs on the back of Gakuto's neck prickle, before Oshitari gently lay the book on the covers--one of those damned romance novels; sometimes, Gakuto thought Oshitari just read them for the sex, and sometimes he thought it was just so his roommate could make fun of all the sap in them--and smiled--but it wasn't the same kind of smile, there was something around the edges of it that Gakuto hadn't... he hadn't ever wanted to see on his partner's face. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was despair. Whatever it was, it was tight and pale and ugly and he didn't like it, not even a little bit. "You're still here, aren't you?"
Oh. That was why he was so mad. Gakuto's hands fisted at his sides, and he wanted to scratch something, rake his nail marks onto those perfect broad, bare golden shoulders as... as Yuushi slammed into him, pinned him to the mattress... no! "You're such a bastard," and he'd meant it to be a scream, or a snarl, he really, really had, but...
But his voice was too quiet when he turned away from the bed and began to walk away, and to his horror, it sounded almost like a sob.
Yeah. Maybe it was definitely time to let Hiroe fuck him up against the lockers again. It'd remind him. It'd mark the bruises deeper into his skin. Maybe he did like it like that... right? Right?
One second he knew that Yuushi was behind him, under the covers, with his trashy romance novel, dog-eared and yellow around the edges with how many times he'd read it.
Except the next, Yuushi had him pressed up against the wall beside the doorframe, and he whispered, harshly, "Yes. I am," before leaning down and...
Oh, gods. Oh, gods, no, this was not happening, this was definitely not happening, Yuushi's tongue was not moving slow and soft, just the tip of it, along the seam of his mouth before he leaned in and gently sealed them together, small nibbles and slow licks and the rocking of his mouth against Gakuto's like he could match Gakuto's heartbeat... and no Gakuto was most definitely not moaning with how good it felt to have his roommate kissing him... damn it, why couldn't... why couldn't Yuushi just have... have crushed his lips against his, or something, something mean and painful so that Gakuto could yank away, or... or... or...
Or kiss him back, closing his eyes, because damn, he hadn't... he hadn't been kissed like this, like someone really cared if he liked being kissed, in... in a damned long time...
No, gods, this was so wrong, this was going to screw up everything, but...
Gakuto's arms found their way over Oshitari's shoulders. He was warm from being under the covers, warm and smooth and bare as gold to Gakuto's skin.
...but he'd wanted this, oh yeah, for so long...
"Mmm," Yuushi purred, and the sensation of it against his lips, that tremblingly deep voice, steady steady rasp, could've broken him in two, if he'd let it. "Are you willing to take me up on my wager, Gakuto?"
Wager? What the Hell was Oshitari babbling abo--
"I'm willing to wager that I could make even you so speechless with pleasure that you couldn't even scream."
Why couldn't he breathe right? Gakuto sucked in a breath, hard, and it shuddered in his throat, in his chest, and he'd never, ever wanted anything as much as he wanted to find out if Yuushi could do exactly that. Still, though... he smirked, or tried to. "Oh, yeah? What do I get if I win?"
Oshitari smiled down at him, slow and sleek and easy, his eyes so damned sharp with his hair falling in soft jags over his cheeks, and purred, "If I win, I'll make you a midnight snack."
It was such a normal thing to say that Gakuto blinked. Well, okay. Midnight snack was good. Yuushi made great midnight snacks. He'd never had a fuckbuddy offer to make him a midnight snack before. But... "What do you get if you win?" Gakuto queried, just a touch less suspiciously than he wanted to.
"If I win, I'll make you a midnight snack," Yuushi replied--but this time, the tone he said it in, the way he talked that made the weirdest warm shivers cascade down Gakuto's back to pool somewhere in his knees... he'd known Yuushi was hot, but he hadn't figured even for a second what it was like when his doubles partner wanted his voice to ooze sex. "But you'll be eating it with that tight little ass of yours wrapped around my cock."
Holy. Shit.
It was a good thing that Yuushi had him pinned to the wall, because Gakuto suddenly wondered if, Hell, maybe his knees just weren't going to hold him. Damn. Sure, Oshitari was smart, he knew that, but... but oh, wow, he couldn't remember the last time someone had gotten him that turned on just saying something. Maybe it was that voice, 'cause damn, that accent. Maybe... maybe it was the way he'd just made sex spill into something that might've been so... normal, something that was just them, and... and he'd never had a history with anyone he'd ever fucked, before, that went past a forgettable little game or two on the courts, maybe...
But there was nothing forgettable about his roommate, and when Yuushi hoisted him up higher, grinding slowly with his feet dangling off the floor, and he could feel him through those boxers, hot, hard oh damn, he was, he really was--Gakuto felt a shiver coursing down his back. "Y-Yuushi..."
Oshitari's smile was a slow cascade, his hair tickling against Gakuto's cheek as he rocked their hips together--how the Hell could the bastard talk so calmly when that was most definitely his cock rubbing up alongside Gakuto's, oh, man, it just made Gakuto wish he were wearing underwear, 'cause wouldn't the silk of his boxers chafe in all the best ways...? Then again, this meant that there wasn't much more than a few flimsy little bits of cloth between them, and that was exactly how he wanted it. "What do you say, Gakuto?"
"It's... it's a bet. C'mon, Yuushi..." it sounded like a challenge, which was just perfect right--wasn't that how he wanted to sound? It wasn't like he was promising anything, it was just sex, right? "You just try it."
"Try?" Oshitari chuckled, and Gakuto squawked as Oshitari pulled him away from the wall, those words vibrating against his cheek, and his legs wrapped hard around his roommate's waist--which only plastered him closer to Yuushi's body, even with those arms hooked underneath his ass to hold him up. Damn, Oshitari was yummy, strong enough to pick Gakuto up like a doll--he normally hated being as small as he was, but he wasn't that small, and being carried like this felt so good... probably 'cause Yuushi was probably the only person he could trust never to drop him. "Oh, no, Gakuto, I'll do significantly more than just try."
He half-expected Oshitari to toss him to the bed, but Yuushi lowered him to it instead, and simply tucked those long, graceful tensai fingertips past the band of Gakuto's black hot-pants. "How're you gonna do that? You've got no sense of adventure," Gakuto pouted, squirming. Mmm--Yuushi's bed was soft, or at least his down comforter was. "I thought you were gonna fuck me up against the wall."
"You talk entirely too much, Gakuto," Yuushi murmured, very pleasantly--and Gakuto jerked as his roommate ripped off Gakuto's spandex shorts with one sharp twist of his wrists, the sound of seams popping almost too loud against the keen bite of wanting in his mouth.
"What the fu--oh, shit," and he'd been all ready to be hissy, because where the Hell did Yuushi think he got off on ripping up Gakuto's clothes--but then all he could do was hiss, because Yuushi's mouth was wrapped around him, pushing all the way down with his lips slick and tight, so hot, and he'd thought that Yuushi was a good kisser, but... but...
Oh. Damn. Damn. Gakuto's back arched, and he almost pushed himself right off the bed, clawing into the sheets with his mouth falling open, because sure, he hadn't expected a blowjob right off the bat--but he definitely hadn't expected to be swallowed down in one gulp like that, and Yuushi's tongue--oh gods that tongue was moving slow, slow, down his underside as Yuushi slid upwards with the softest little smack, like a kiss, at the head of him... damn, Yuushi was good at this!
But gods, nothing was ever easy with Oshitari Yuushi, and with those lips just brushing the head of him in slow little nudges, not more, just... just nuzzling, kind of, when all Gakuto wanted was to be buried again in that delicious heat...Gakuto knew what good manners were--this was probably the only time he ever really cared about them, and he hated getting his head shoved down on someone's cock, even if he did know how to swallow, so he always tried to keep from doing it to anyone else... though it'd been a damned long time since he'd had a blowjob, come to think. It was just so tempting, though, to bury his fingers in that lush, black hair...
What the Hell did Yuushi think he was doing, just... just playing around like that on the head of him? Gakuto opened his eyes, wrenched his gaze down--
The moment their eyes met--Oshitari smiled, slow, over the edge of his glasses--the kind of smile that made a spasm curl down Gakuto's back and his cock twitch against those lips--and swallowed him again.
Gakuto licked his lips, almost distantly--it was like he almost couldn't feel his own tongue, he was being swallowed up by so much sensation, and just watching Oshitari going down on him like this, watching his cock disappear past those smooth lips and those dark, smiling eyes boring into him so deeply, was almost too intense--Oshitari Yuushi never needed to tell anyone what he wanted, and Gakuto was pretty damned sure that if he looked away and tried to hide--hide?--in pleasure, Yuushi would stop again, and holy gods Gakuto didn't want him to stop... his hips shivered as he pushed upwards, c'mon, Yuushi, more, and Yuushi took more, the purr low in his throat vibrating up Gakuto's body in one electric spasm before his roommate backed away, all tongue and slick heat.
It almost--almost made Gakuto want a hint of teeth, just a little nibble so that he could find himself again rather than just being eaten up by Oshitari's dark eyes, it'd been too sudden, too good, there'd been no time at all to pull himself just a little away, the way he always did....
"Have you ever done it tight, Gakuto?" Oshitari purred, tongue flicking across the head of him in long, smooth laps that threatened to take the last of Gakuto's consciousness with them. He didn't want to come--not yet--but having Yuushi rocking against him, pressing him up against the wall, kissing him, ripping off his shorts like he just couldn't wait to have a taste... shit, it'd gotten him a lot hotter, a lot faster, than he'd expected
If Oshitari had stopped--if he'd raised his head to ask the question--maybe he'd have been able to think, but... "Huh?" Gakuto managed to choke out, pressing his cheek to a pillow. "D-damn, Yuushi..." He'd have to return the favour--his mouth was damned good, and the thought of making all those genius thoughts go flying straight out of that sexy head the way all of his own thoughts were dripping out of his was so damned tempting... if there was a next time, if there--no, he was just going to enjoy this, sex was sex was sex, except he whimpered as Yuushi's finger brushed against his opening, just a little nudge, and even he was normally not that sensitive.
"Mmm. Good. I'll be your first, then," slow, mouthing motions on the head of him before Yuushi dipped down again, and Gakuto's back arched right off the bed, right off the comforter, pushing him up, hard--but it didn't look like Oshitari minded; just half-closed his eyes, and there was a scream somewhere in Gakuto's throat that choked him with pleasure when Yuushi's throat rippled around him, shredding his insides, gods he was so damned close except those long tensai fingers were on his balls, cupping, gently coaxing them downwards--why wouldn't Yuushi just let him come?
Then even the mouth slid away, and thoughts were a slow undercurrent under the thin surface of pleasure, Oshitari drawing upwards to kiss him again--he could taste himself on that tongue, sharing in a sleek push, damn it, why did Yuushi have to be such a damned good kisser? Gakuto wasn't much of one for making out--he liked to get straight to the main course, why bother with things like kissing?--but having those violet eyes eyes staying open, Yuushi watching Gakuto's eyes watching Yuushi's hair falling forwards onto his cheeks... oh, wow, there was something about it that might've been called intimate if he ever called anything that.
And then Oshitari smiled, slowly, and reached over to the bedside table. He didn't even need to fumble--there was just the streak creak of a drawer opening, and then there was a bottle of lube--not a tube, not a plain clear pharmacy gel but something white in a little bottle--in his hand. Efficient Yuushi, like always. Weird Yuushi, who'd buy lube from a specialty store. "How much do you trust me, Gakuto?"
What? What the Hell kind of question was that? But--but then Yuushi's hand was wrapped around him, and all he could do was moan "Why?"
"Doing it tight is fucking someone without preparing them first, Gakuto," he purred, but there was a smile on his lips that shuddered down Gakuto's body, harder than the way that accent always made him want to whimper. "A lot of lube. A lot of care. The most intense thing you've ever felt."
Without preparation? Was he kidding? "Damn it, Yuushi, doesn't that fucking hurt?" Gakuto normally insisted on working up to three fingers first, even if they wanted him tighter, just 'cause some of the bastards he'd fucked around with had a bad habit of just pounding into him right off the get-go, and yeah, that was just what he wanted, sometimes, but...
But it was Oshitari Yuushi, who was looking down at him with eyes that moved slow and deep as the bottom of the ocean as he smiled, and purred, "Likely a little, but you're tempted, aren't you? Ever had someone push into you, easing into you, so slowly, just because you're so damned tight, feeling someone filling you up like it's all so new...?"
He was already shuddering--geez, Oshitari wasn't even touching him anymore, didn't need to--by the time Yuushi's lips brushed his cheek and he murmured, playfully, "I'll be good to you, Gakuto. Do you want it?" his finger nudged gently, against his opening, teasing a brief electric spark from Gakuto's body. "We can do it the other way, if..."
Not a challenge. Not an 'if you're scared.' Just an if.
"Yeah," he breathed, because his throat was tight and clogged with the thought of Oshitari pushing into him. It'd have to be slow--so damned slow--and he hadn't done it like that in years--but if he was gonna have just one night with Oshitari, Hell, he wanted it to be something else, something like caring, almost--or maybe just special, something different, because neither of them had any fun being ordinary. "C'mon, Yuushi," he spread his legs, wrapping them around that slim waist--muscle flexed against the insides of his knees, and he purred as his partner rocked against him. "Want it now."
Cloth? What the--
Gakuto started laughing just about the time Yuushi grinned down at him, and smirked, but there was laughter bright in those dark, dark violet eyes. "I'm afraid you're going to have to wait at least until I've taken off my boxers."
Gods, it felt so natural to laugh. So good.
It felt even more natural to stop laughing when Yuushi slid off the bed in one ripple of sleek muscle, and stepped out of his boxers, leaving him one long unbroken line of golden skin and--and, oh wow, Yuushi had a great cock--not big enough that Gakuto might've been scared, and he'd seen a couple of those in his day, but big all the same, flushed hot, one thick length that curved just a little and...
Gakuto licked his lips as a pearl droplet of wetness caught the golden light of Oshitari's bedside lamp, and crawled to the edge of the bed. Yuushi wanted him. It wasn't a surprise--didn't everyone?--but at the same time... "Lemme have a taste?"
"You like tasting, hm?" the flicker of surprise was in Oshitari's eyes, even if it was just nothing but a purr in his voice, and Gakuto grinned, tongue flicking out to take that drop of salt-bitter--then more, and there wasn't anything like the feeling of Yuushi's cock filling a part of him for the first time, nothing like the way the head of him was just a little softer than that smooth curved shaft, salty-sweet as the taste of sweat after a really, really good game. Mmm-mmm, Gakuto sucked gently, and grinned when it wrung something that might've almost been a moan out of his shaking partner. Oooh, he'd love to suck him until Oshitari couldn't even stand anymore, and those eyes that were watching him were blank and closed...
But then Oshitari chuckled, a soft sound that shook maybe a little, and pushed him away with a finger to his forehead. Gakuto got one last good lick in anyway--before Yuushi's hands on his shoulders shoved, up and over and he tumbled onto his back, laughing again as Oshitari followed him onto the bed, prowling towards him, hands and knees and eyes and the sleek bow of his back gilded with lamplight, fuck he'd never seen anything so sexy.
Then it was skin to skin, oh Hell yeah wow, with the blowjobs and the dripping they were both slick already when cock nudged cock like electricity brushing, and geez, by this point, even if Yuushi had said he wanted to fuck him without lube, Gakuto probably would've let him. (Well, okay, no, not really, because that would've just been dumb.) Hell, even if Oshitari had wanted to prepare him, finger him until he was begging for it--damn it, he'd waited for this--wanted it, more like--for way too long to sweat things like preparation.
It was Yuushi. Yuushi wouldn't hurt him.
Yuushi was carrying him, hitching up his hips to prop a pillow, two, underneath him--until Gakuto was looking up his own body, damn, he'd never been this hard, maybe, and his cock was flush against his belly until Yuushi reached out and took him in that long hand, his other hand slicking lube onto Gakuto's entrance and his cock, damn but it made Gakuto's mouth water again to see him all glistening and smooth and ready like that...
Oshitari slid onto him, not into him, pressing him down into the pillows and the sheets, and for all that Gakuto really hadn't ever been much of a fan of the missionary position--he had to admit, well, maybe there was something to having all that muscle and skin and sleek eyes poised above him--or maybe it was just because Yuushi wasn't squashing him, just holding them there, cocks touching as he leaned down and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so slowly that you'll swear you'll never want anyone else inside you again."
It was just play-talk--just dirty talk, he didn't mean it, but it slid underneath Gakuto's ribs and stopped his heart for a second when the thought slammed free that maybe, maybe Yuushi was right, maybe Gakuto wouldn't want anyone else inside him again, but what about... no, no.
It hit too close to home.
It hit too close to driving him sober, past the hot sweet heat that wriggled up and down his body in careless cycles of lust. "I don't like it slow," Gakuto protested, trying to wiggle out from under Oshitari, but--but the pressure of that body wasn't just good, it was keeping him lying there, how dare Oshitari keep him here when he didn't want to be here...?
Oshitari just smiled again, and his hands, planted beside Gakuto's head, moved, and he didn't know how Yuushi was keeping his balance when the hand cupped his cheek, almost tender except for the rough palms beside those tennis-callused fingers. "You will when I'm done with you, Gakuto. Now relax."
Oh, gods, wasn't it just sick how Oshitari said it, and he just... just did it, just relaxed when Yuushi slid off him and between his legs, arching up into his roommate's cock as Yuushi sat back on his heels and guided himself in... relax, relax, damn it...
But why the Hell was Yuushi just nudging against him like that, just tiny, tiny little motions, just--oh, wait, wait, there, the pressure building, opening him up, slick with lube, like fingers but better, a heavy ball of sensation so intense he could almost taste it. Sure, fingers were nice, but there wasn't anything like the real thing, like the press of someone's legs between his knees, or the way Oshitari was watching his eyes, cock pushing into him so slow it ached.
Oshitari's fingers wrapped around Gakuto's cock at the same time as the head of him slipped all the way in in an electric jolt.
Oh. Fuck that hurt. Fuck.
But the sudden fullness collected in an electric pulse with those fingers rolling lightly over his cock, oh gods Yuushi was inside him oh gods, and after a second, he could almost think about it--it wasn't anywhere near as bad as his first time had been, not a tearing angry pain, just... just different, an ache like it always ached whenever someone slid into him, and Oshitari was so still inside him, just a weight, and Gakuto opened his eyes.
He didn't realise that there were something like tears in his eyes until Yuushi's hand on his cheek broke one free. "Are you all right?" Oshitari murmured, something like concern in his gaze. Funny, seeing him without his glasses--funnier, to have Yuushi kneeling between his legs, cock inside him, damn, damn, just the thought of it made all of Gakuto's insides twist into a tight, hot little ball, "Damned, Gakuto--I didn't think you'd be so tight..."
"Of course I'm tight," it didn't hurt as much anymore, and Gakuto wanted more, damn it. Fuck tomorrow. Fuck it, because it was just too damned late to go back. Yuushi was going to be his first in this, and Gakuto's voice was thin, drawn too tight around his roommate's cock. "I'm the best piece of ass you'll ever have."
The long, considering look underneath his lashes shivered down him, and the pain was less than the ripple of heat that the dancing, distracting fingers on his cock poured down his body, or maybe that was the weight of the smile. "Then I'll just have to give you the best fuck you'll ever have, won't I?"
But he didn't need to look between the knees he pulled them up to his chest to feel Yuushi nudging in and out of him with the tiniest little motions, rubbing, rubbing him slick and raw with a sensation that wasn't pain inside, gods, he hadn't been kidding when he'd said it would be intense. Gakuto was pretty sure he'd had cocks bigger than Yuushi's inside him, but... but it was different when he had those familiar, familiar eyes looking into him, half-closed, Yuushi's cock so damned thick inside him, and maybe it was just because he hadn't been fingered first--geez, he wasn't... he wasn't even half-inside him, and Gakuto had already pushed his partner's well-callused fingers away from his cock, because damn it, he didn't want to come just yet, not yet, not--
"Fuck, Yuushi... fuck, fuck, fuck..." he felt the hair sticking to his cheeks as he whipped his head to the side, damn it, he couldn't watch Oshitari's eyes staring into his or else he would come, right at the very wrong moment. He'd never spilled early, never, not even on the rare occasions when he was on top, but...
"Yes?" his partner purred, but there was a smile to it, just the lightest touch of a growl, why was it that that voice could still make him want to buck his hips up, impale himself onto that cock, except Yuushi's hands were on his hips and holding him down, and somehow the feel of that was just... Yuushi wouldn't let him hurt himself. "Slower, Gakuto?"
He could have screamed with frustration, but the words gave Gakuto just a little more, just a little, another inch, more than Yuushi'd given him in those tiny, tiny nudges of his hips, and he whimpered instead, clawing for bedsheets. "Fuck, no, come on!"
"Mmm," he didn't know where that sound was coming from in his roommate's smooth column of a throat--Hell, he couldn't even imagine what it would taste like if he leaned up and swallowed that sound, and would he taste himself, because Hell, Yuushi might have been pushing into him, but... but it fucking felt like it was Gakuto being swallowed up. "No. No, I don't think so." And then Yuushi smiled, slow, the way he did on the courts when he had something planned for the two of them. "You've had your own way for far too long. "
He didn't need to say 'You'll like this,' because whenever he smiled like that, Gakuto always liked it. Sure, in the past, it'd always been tennis, but what was the difference? What the fuck, he didn't like the missionary, he didn't like being kissed, he definitely didn't like having a cock in him without someone's fingers stretching him open first, but shit, it was hard to remember that, looking up at his roommate's dark, dark eyes, feeling Yuushi so slick and big and good inside him in those little strokes, and why was it that he wanted that slow-smiling mouth cupped over his so damned badly?
Sanity. Sanity first, otherwise just those slow, easy pushes into him--and the words, oh fuck, the words--were going to make him come all over his chest, and geez, if that happened, Yuushi wouldn't even have the mercy to let him fall, would he--he'd just keep thrusting, and he wouldn't ever let Gakuto stop coming--
Sure, he'd thought that his partner might've been just a little psychic, because there were just times when Gakuto was thinking something, and Yuushi could tell him what it was, or answer questions he hadn't said, so he'd gotten pretty used to it--but there wasn't any way, oh gods oh gods, that Gakuto could've imagined the head of that cock nudging in the tiniest little push against his sweet spot or prostate or whatever anyone called it in a white-hot jolt that spasmed his shoulders on the sheets, right on the heels of that thought.
Why the Hell was he so sensitive all of a sudden? It wasn't like he was complaining or anything, oh Hell definitely no, but damn, if it was gonna be like this whenever he trusted his ass to Oshitari... he moaned, and arched up--and sensation shocked him, so much of it that it almost, almost hurt, 'cause his roommate had stopped pressing down on his hips and that drove Gakuto up onto that cock that stuffed him so damned full oh shit shit he hadn't expected that, but then again, neither had Yuushi, and his roommate's gasp was a caught bit of breath against his skin, a flush of heat.
Oh. Oh. Wow.
Hip to hip, Yuushi's gaze tangled with his as he slid his hands over the little ledge of Gakuto's hipbones before they drifted closed and Gakuto could watch his roommate breathing, those fingers tracing so close to his cock, mmm, oh, yeah, this was what he'd wanted for so damned long... the moan slipped out before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to let Yuushi know he was enjoying this so much... oh, wait, it was a little late for that, wasn't it?
"I'm... going to presume you're... all right." It was almost a perfect fake--if Yuushi hadn't been pausing for breath, Gakuto might've been able to believe his roommate was just smirking in that way he did, might've been able to think that the fact that he was buried to the hilt in Gakuto's tight little ass didn't affect his partner at all--but Yuushi was sweating, a little, around the edges, his hair clinging wet to his temples, and there was something just a touch different about his smile... "You could have hurt yourself."
Gakuto managed a grin back up at him--oooh, it felt good when Yuushi moved forwards, settling over him on his hands, all that cut muscle sliding over him before his roommate propped himself up, and their eyes were even--he liked having his eyes even with Oshitari's, liked having those shoulders near enough that he could wrap his arms over them. "What's the matter, Yuushi--you worri--mmph!"
Because Yuushi's lips were on his, filling him with slow strokes of that damned talented tongue, and just about when Gakuto wondered if maybe Oshitari was just planning to kiss him until he came, that ripped belly brushing against Gakuto's cock in those tiny little fleeting touches whenever Oshitari so much as breathed, gods, it was almost enough with the fullness of Yuushi inside him, almost--
And then Yuushi murmured, "Worried? About this?" when he pulled out, so slowly it dragged like velvet fire across Gakuto's nerves, but he didn't lean back again--just his hips moved, just his hands and the way his eyes narrowed, a little, smile widening, and Gakuto realised only distantly that he was arching up into Yuushi's body, one clinging line of skin. "No, Gakuto, I don't think so."
There was always a rhythm, with Oshitari, he realised muzzily, his fingers clawing at that firm, strong back rather than at sheets which gave, unsatisfyingly, under his hands. There was always rhythm, with him, in the way he slipped into a tennis match or the way he slid into Gakuto in long, smooth strokes, and anything that fell out of his mouth, gasps, moans, whimpers, a name--he couldn't be responsible for it, not when any attempts to thrust up against his partner found him pinned to the bed by a slow rocking thrust into him into just the right spot that left him limp for just long enough that Yuushi could pull out of him again.
He didn't like it slow--he didn't, he didn't, because any moment now he was just going to lose his mind. (Wait, that wasn't it, that wasn't--oh, shit, when had Oshitari changed his angle, oh gods...) This wasn't boring--he'd thought it would be--but with that heavy pressure inside him that was just bordering on this side of pain or maybe it was this side of pleasure, he was... he was... Gakuto whimpered, and how was it that Yuushi already had him pressed down by the time he tried to squirm upwards?
"The more you struggle for control," Yuushi promised, but his eyes were too sharp and blurry, and Gakuto let the heat in them snarl up him in silk knots, let the feel of Yuushi's stomach rubbing his cock topple him too close to the edge, "the less I'll let you have it." He leaned closer, closer, the slick sliding pleasure pressure that was too much stopped, and Gakuto whined. "Beg, Gakuto, and I might change my mind."
Gakuto had only just enough mind left to manage a shaky smile when he looked into those eyes--Yuushi wasn't smiling, didn't need to be, he was hot and sleek and there and so sexy that it really did hurt for a moment, a sharp counterpoint under Gakuto's ribs to the pulse that beat low and deep when Oshitari pushed into him again and made the blood roar in his ears, louder than a scream. "You... wish."
And then Oshitari grinned down at him, suddenly, "I was hoping you would say that."
Oh. Shit.
His roommate's hand was between their bodies, wrapped around Gakuto's cock, oh gods he really was going to die, just collapse into himself right here--and then Yuushi had pushed him higher and started pounding into him, really slamming him into the mattress, how the Hell could he--oh, fuck, he was--the world was dark and light and skin and the point of pleasure that was screaming through him and he couldn't think anymore past the pressure that built lower than his stomach, and was going to take the world with him when he went, one fireball of ecstasy that swallowed them, and then Yuushi purred, punctuating, exclamation marks for each deep--too deep oh gods too much--mind-emptying thrust. "Now. Come."
Gakuto screamed--or tried to, but the touch on him, the heavy full sensation that roared up inside him and swamped his voice, Yuushi's skin giving underneath his nails as he raked his way over those golden shoulders--Yuushi's eyes falling shut as he gasped, "Gakuto!" just a brief breath of a word, the echo of it brighter against his eyes than the lamplight when a drop of sweat caught on Yuushi's upper lip--
He tried to scream, but he came, instead, the world bleached to the white heat of sensation inside him, over him, prickling onto his skin as he felt his back bowing high enough that he should have broken with it, but Yuushi's hands on his hips wouldn't let him, pulling him even deeper onto that cock, anchoring him to the sky as he didn't stop, he didn't stop rocking into him, oh gods oh fuck oh fuck YUUSHI...
Gakuto crashed back to the bed, but the ripples down his belly didn't stop, either, the way his back wouldn't stop shuddering, so good that he knew his mouth was open and his eyes were blind. Gods he felt like he wasn't ever going to stop coming, watching blankly as sweat and come pooled golden with the yellow lamplight on his belly and ran slick and slow as the sensations that echoed inside him as Yuushi leaned back on his heels, still inside him, still hard, gods.
And then Yuushi settled over him, slick between them, and shaking.
Gakuto didn't want to move, just wanted to stay here with his roommate's arms cradled around him and those warm eyes--warm? When had Yuushi's eyes ever been warm? But they were, for a moment, smiling down at him as they panted together and tasted breath, and then tasted mouths. Damn, that was nice, too... damn, wouldn't it be just the best if he could just stay like this for...
He wanted it too much.
He'd never dealt really well with wanting something he couldn't have.
Probably the one good thing about not having screamed was that he still had his voice.
"You're a damned bad fuck, Yuushi--hey!" Gakuto yanked away from those mesmerising lips and squirmed, stuck halfway through what he'd meant to say, as Oshitari's tongue strayed over his chin in one broad stroke. What the Hell did he think he was doing?
Funny, everyone else he'd ever said that to--whether it was true or not, and holy gods it definitely wasn't true for Oshitari Yuushi--had gotten mad, but... but his partner was smirking again, and it was so familiar that it hurt; maybe the warmth had just been a joke. "Sorry," Oshitari's smile widened. "You had come on your chin."
Well, that definitely explained why Oshitari had that damned smirk on his face. Gakuto raised his chin. Oh, man, if he smiled--and it was really hard to keep from doing it, 'cause, well, it was kind of funny that he'd said something that dumb with come on his chin--the game was up, and... and he wasn't sure he wanted it to be over yet. "Doesn't mean anything. What if I just always come really hard? You don't know that, do you?"
Oshitari just chuckled, a little, a small electric sound, and ran a fingertip over Gakuto's side before he slid off, out, and it was the last little drag of sensation that tickled through Gakuto's body on hairbreadths of fire. "I do know. You're forgetting, Gakuto, that I help you change the sheets sometimes."
Oh. Right. Roommate. He'd just fucked his roommate.
It'd been quite possible the best sex he'd ever, ever had.
Oh, fuck.
Gakuto rolled off the bed. He needed a bath so badly--wow, he was a mess, he didn't remember ever having come that hard, and for him, that really was saying something. But was it weird to use Yuushi's bathroom? It was weird, wasn't it?
Hell, he just wanted to sleep and maybe just forget the fact that Yuushi never slept with the same person twice. He almost felt kind of sorry for them, now, those poor things that Oshitari had made scream. Did he have to go back to his own bed? He'd never spent the night in anyone's bed, but... but... was it different 'cause it was Yuushi?
But it wasn't like his roommate had asked him to stay, or anything... "Yuushi?" He hated the fact that he sounded so fucking lost, but... but he had to ask. "It's... it's going to be normal in the morning, right? It's not going to be weird? No strings, right?"
There was a long pause, and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, taste it almost, and maybe just the last little bit of all the shivers that Oshitari had pulled from his body, before his roommate answered, quiet, his voice steady and calm, head pillowed on the crook of his elbow, "Of course, Gakuto."
That was what he wanted, right?
So why did it taste so bitter in his mouth?
As he turned to leave, that voice stroked down his back--wasn't it so damned wrong how it could still do that, even after they'd fucked--wasn't it not supposed to work like that? "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Well, it didn't matter, did it, if he'd forgotten something dumb--the pieces of his shorts, his shirt--in Yuushi's room, 'cause they were roommates, right? Gakuto's brow furrowed as he blinked, a little, and looked over his shoulder. "No..."
But then Yuushi's hand was on his hip, a slow little motion as it made its way, rough and tennis-callused down the outside of his thigh... and... and wait a minute, wait a minute, was Yuushi hard again...? "I believe we had a wager." He chuckled, softly. "You won't even need preparation, I think."
Oh. Shit. Oh, shit maybe he wasn't going to survive the night, but holy gods they'd never be able to get the grin off his face...
And damn, he was never going to think of a midnight snack the same way again.
*_*_*_*
Yuushi made him breakfast the next morning. And ruffled his hair when Gakuto dragged himself out of bed and into the common room to plop down at the table. And adjusted his glasses just that way. He must've gone to the supermarket sometime the day before, because... oooh, waffles. With sliced strawberries.
And it was the same. It was... it was all the same.
God, they'd fucked at this table, Yuushi in just that chair he was sitting at, and Gakuto'd been sitting on his lap, sobbing almost as he rode his roommate, or maybe Yuushi rode him, because Gakuto sure as Hell remembered those eyes pushing deeper and deeper into him until he couldn't even move for how hard he was moaning. Funny how Yuushi topped him even when it was Gakuto sitting on his lap, yeah, 'cause two seconds after he'd decided that he was done with the ice cream sundae, maybe ten minutes after Yuushi'd pushed into him and just kept rocking the whole time Gakuto was trying to eat--Gakuto'd found himself bent over the table with the empty sundae plate clattering to the side, feet dangling off the floor and Yuushi lifting him, just enough, so Gakuto couldn't even thrust and all he could do was feel when his partner slid into him, out, back in--
Funny how Yuushi was just sitting there with his newspaper, smiling at some political comic or other.
That was good, right? Nothing weird, right?
So why the fuck was he so mad? This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? Great sex--oh, man, great sex, he couldn't remember the last time it'd been so good--and the next morning, Yuushi smiling at him halfway over the table and getting him his breakfast, and then laughing a little, low in his throat, when Gakuto bitched at him, 'cause, well, it was morning.
No good-morning kiss or anything like that, 'cause that would've just been... weird, right? He hadn't wanted one. When had he ever wanted to just be kissed?
No weirdness. No strings.
And Gakuto poked at the shredded pieces of the nice, crisp waffle that he hadn't taken more than a bite of, pushed a strawberry around the plate until its juice stained the nice white porcelain, before he shoved it away.
He'd fucked Yuushi--been fucked by him, taken, marked--no--
It was all the same, and suddenly he wasn't hungry.
Fucking Yuushi. So it was totally okay to pretend nothing had happened, huh?
His mouth compressed into a taut, white little line, the blood leaving his lips and leaving the inside of him even as he shoved away the plate with a clatter that made Oshitari look up from his newspaper, but his roommate didn't even look at the plate--just watched Gakuto stand up, and why didn't he look?
But he didn't look, just raised an eyebrow, and Gakuto walked off for his morning shower and coiffure without answering the question in those eyes. What was wrong? Fucking nothing was wrong. Nothing at all.
Pretend nothing had happened. Sure. Fuck, he could do that.
Wasn't that what he did with everyone else?
*_*_*_*
Tsuzuku (to be continued)
As typhoid_mary said... oh, Gakuto, you dumb bunny. *thwaps him*
Er. Um, there's a point there where Gakuto calls Atobe 'Ahobe.' This is not a typo. This is, in fact, intentional. 'Aho' means 'idiot' in Japanese--and it's sort of a joke on Oshitari's accent as well, because the Kansai accent involves replacing a lot of hard consonants with 'h' sounds (which, incidentally, is why some people think it sounds 'gentler' and thus girlier.)
...is 'doing it tight' actually possible? Actually, yes, it is. Theoretically. Not recommended, no. Because seriously--that takes a lot of trust, and a LOT of relaxation, and it would still hurt like Hell. Possible, however, yes.
I've come to the conclusion that I do entirely too much research for my fics. ^^;
Part: 2/3
Rating: Sanguine
Notes: Gratuitous angst, like the previous part. Surprise. I'd say more, but... that'd spoil my the fun. ^^
Disclaimers and SO MUCH THANKING are just about the same as the previous part. ^^
Makka (Scarlet)
Yuushi should've been asleep, by the time Gakuto slipped into the common room.
He should've already been tucked into his bed, because Oshitari went to bed early whenever he didn't have a paper to write, and he was already always up and making breakfast by the time Gakuto got back. It was one of the great things about living with him--he always made the best breakfasts, and that was why Gakuto always waited until late before he went anywhere. Didn't want to wake up his roommate. Curfew? Right. Whatever.
It'd been a couple of days, and the bruises were ugly--didn't hurt as much, though, and he'd given Hiroe enough of a cold shoulder that by now, the horny bastard was probably drooling for a piece of his ass. Not that it meant anything, 'cause, well, of course he wanted a piece of Mukahi's ass, everyone did. And it didn't matter if no-one wanted just Mukahi, because, well, what the Hell--Mukahi Gakuto never wanted them, either.
It was the way he fucked--sex with strings was just so complicated, and it was so much easier when he got tired of them and decided to bail--none of them had ever held it against him, or anything. Hell, he never went into anything with anyone who thought that there was going to be more to it than a quick fuck until Mukahi decided he wanted to fuck someone else. Sure, sometimes they got mad when he broke it off, but whatever, it was his ass. It was his right to say 'no' when he didn't want, and 'oh yeah' when he did.
It wasn't like any of them ever gave a damn. It was just that the sex was good.
He flipped the catch on the windowsill with one finger, playing with the little hook idly, rough metal through his fingers. Getting down the fire escape was easy if you knew how to hit the ground from that first-floor jump, knew how to spin in the air so that there wasn't any hurt when your feet touched soil. Hiroe had said--meet him at the clubroom at half past midnight. It was always the clubroom, it was easiest for them to get into, and... Gakuto didn't really want the bastard in his room. And he didn't really want to go--his back was still kinda sore, even though Oshitari and Atobe hadn't said anything during his game, but that stupid Yamanaka-buchou probably hadn't even noticed--but he knew he'd be there.
Because Yuushi was tucked away, asleep in bed, dreaming genius IQ dreams that never missed a thing, and Gakuto was...
He snarled, softly, at his own mind and pushed open the window shade. It creaked, but he didn't worry about that--there was no way Yuushi was going to be able to hear that little bitty sound through the closed door of his bedroom--he glanced back at it, for a second, just to make sure, his throat weirdly thick with the thought of leaving--
Yuushi wasn't wearing his glasses--they were dangling from the tips of his fingers, almost invisible in the half-light. It was the first thing Gakuto noticed, and it struck him dumb that those eyes were just as frickin' sharp without them as with them on.
What. The. Hell.
"I don't think you should go," Oshitari told him with that little tilt of a knowing eyebrow that had always infuriated Gakuto so much--flat, calm, an 'objective observation,' or whatever he called it. He never gave a real flat damn about anything that he made 'objective observations' about. And Gakuto hated the way that eyebrow tilted. Hated the way it made Oshitari look so damned sexy, so frickin' smart.
Gakuto raised his head, and just... smirked. It was weird how the smirk hurt, pulling at the edges of his lips like that. It felt like a snarl. It felt like it ripped apart his chest. "Hey, just 'cause you can't get any, Yuushi, doesn't mean I can't."
It wasn't the right thing to say--sure, he'd never really much cared 'bout things like 'right things,' but when Oshitari's other eyebrow tilted upwards, he knew that there was going to be trouble. And oh, yeah, this time... this time he wanted it. He'd been spoiling for a fight ever since that thing with an ice pack, damn Yuushi for being nice to him, damn him, damn him for his dark, knowing eyes and the way he fixed his glasses and said funny things at the dinner table that made Gakuto sputter with laughter.
Damn him for not giving a flying fuck about the bruises, about Gakuto being slammed up against the lockers, and it had hurt like Hell--it had!--but not as much as the fact that Yuushi's eyes hadn't been the least bit shocked when he'd turned and walked away.
The smile was slow and hard and cool--like Oshitari Yuushi always smiled, like there were things going on behind that smile that Gakuto really, really wanted to know, but whose answers he'd probably regret knowing. It wasn't for guys like him to know about what was going on behind Oshitari's eyes--he couldn't have Oshitari walking towards him in that slow prowl, he just couldn't--and panic clawed in his throat when Oshitari pushed away from the doorframe in a liquid tumble of sleep-mussed hair. Don't come near me. Don't-- he didn't back away.
"You don't think I can, Gakuto?" Yuushi's voice, his Kansai purr, shuddered through him like fur rubbing, rubbing, slowly down his spine, but Gakuto was used to this crazy lust--used to the way Oshitari's accent could clog in his throat sometimes. "I'm willing to wager that I could make even you so speechless with pleasure that you couldn't even scream."
Was that an offer? It wasn't--it couldn't--it wasn't! It was just another of those fucking mind games that Yuushi was so damned good at. Just another goddamned mind game. "Yeah, well, good for you," he hissed, and that hurt, coming out, too. "Head outta your ass, Oshitari. You're getting to have as much of a ego on you as Ahobe if you think you can handle me."
And that hurt even more, because... because he said it, he said it, but gods, he wanted to find out if it were true. Gakuto wanted what Oshitari was promising with his eyes, that mouth, wanted it so badly that his entire body vibrated with it, and God no fuck he wasn't shaking, except when he looked down the floor vibrated with him.
Or maybe that was just the tears.
Gods, what was it about Oshitari that made him so crazy? Maybe he should have just hopped into bed with him a long time ago and been done with it... but... but...
"Perhaps that's true. But at least..." the words were quiet in the too-quiet apartment, and Gakuto shuddered at the way Oshitari's voice filled their space with the soft warmth of Osaka. He was close enough to touch. But he never was, and Oshitari didn't raise a hand, just raised his voice, a little, and it felt just too much like a caress to be safe. "At least I know enough to make sure I'm not hurting my partner, Gakuto."
Gakuto's heart made a little twang in his chest that might've been a moan if he'd let it out of his mouth. Who cared if Hiroe hurt him?
But Yuushi was his friend. His best friend, even.
And maybe... maybe in some way... maybe...
No.
Gakuto didn't have sex with strings on it. None of that love or sticky goopy emotion or even kissy-face that didn't have any tongue to it. Never, ever, ever, it made things just too damned complicated, and just ruined everything. Just like it would ruin everything if he ever slept with Yuushi, no matter how fucking good the sex was, because then maybe Yuushi would get up and make his so-good breakfast in the mornings and Gakuto would climb out of bed and take a shower and style his hair and then laugh at how Yuushi sometimes wobbled around in the morning if he didn't have his glasses on... and that would be great, the best ever, if it was all just exactly the same, but...
But what if it wasn't?
Gakuto raised his pert, cute chin and spoke--but his voice was too sharp, too shrill, he could hear it, and he hated the way it sounded like he was crying. Of course he wasn't. He didn't cry, that was for babies who didn't live his sweet life. "How do you know I don't like it?" Some people did, liked having bruises to show after--and Gakuto liked hickeys, sometimes, but he didn't like bruises. He especially didn't like being hurt. Yuushi didn't know that, though.
Sure, Oshitari was going to say something bastardly and clever and funny as Hell to that. Gakuto didn't give a damn. He didn't! It would mean that he could tell Oshitari to piss off, and then go and get fucked by someone in some random somewhere and God he needed to be fucked except the only one who he wanted to do it--no!--was standing right in front of him, not wearing his glasses.
But Oshitari's mouth tightened instead of loosening in that smug, brilliant, safe little smile, and he shook his head slowly enough for the ends of his hair to brush over his cheekbones before he pushed them away. "I'm hardly stupid, Gakuto," when the eyes shot up to Gakuto's, again, so damned sharp--why were his eyes so sharp, even when he didn't have his glasses on...? "I know you can take care of yourself, but bizarre and counterproductive as it is, I worry for you. If you like it--fine. Then tell me so."
Well, that made it all very nice and easy, didn't it? And he wouldn't even have to lie. "So I like it a little rough sometimes. What's wrong with that?" Gakuto stretched, slowly, tiptoeing until his whole body was just one long smooth line, and was damned proud of himself--he didn't even wince when the stretch made his bruises throb. "S'nice to be aching all over 'cause you've been fucked so hard..."
Oshitari's mouth went white, slowly, and for a second, maybe, his eyes blurred--maybe he was angry, but what the Hell did he have to be angry about? The expression on his face--oh, yeah, it was kind of scary, oh damn he'd made Yuushi mad and--and he didn't want to make Yuushi mad. Which was... funny, 'cause he normally didn't give a damn about these things.
"Do what you want, then," his voice was very, very soft, his accent like a knife. "The ice pack will be in the freezer again when you get home."
And Yuushi, who'd never walked away from him before, walked away from him now, and into his bedroom.
Fuck you, Oshitari, he spat silently at the retreating back.
Gakuto reached out, and the metal of the window clasp was warm in his hands, even though he could feel the cold night outside, and maybe he should've been wearing a jacket if he was going to go out. It was safer there--not as dark, not as strained, it wasn't like he'd be able to feel his pulse slamming into his throat with how close he'd been to doing something really, really stupid like leaning forwards to kiss the warm, firm lips of the only guy he'd ever really been able to call a 'friend.' It was so much simpler with Hiroe--he could laugh about what a bad, bad kisser the bastard was, and take it in his tight little ass, and who cared, really, if it hurt, since Gakuto couldn't have the guy he really wanted, anyway...?
No strings. It was easier this way, it was easier, damn it--
With a curse, Gakuto turned away from the window and stormed over to Yuushi's door, slamming it open.
Yuushi was just sitting up in bed, with a book open in one hand and his glasses on the nightstand, that was all--lamp on, and the comforter tucked up against his lap, and the yellow light made his skin almost golden, dark and heady and--and he was shirtless again, because Gakuto knew he just slept in his boxers. "You'll wake the neighbours again, you know," Yuushi just raised an eyebrow like nothing had ever happened, like Gakuto'd never seen him angry, but he'd seen it, he'd seen his roommate human for just a second. "They might let the screaming pass, but I rather think they dislike the sound of things slamming against the wall."
That was it. That was... just it. "What the fuck is your problem, Yuushi?!" it was half a scream, maybe, but he really didn't give a damn if the neighbours heard them. Fuck them, too.
Those eyebrows rose again in slow increments before Oshitari's eyes dropped to his book again, and he merely shrugged. "I don't understand what you've got your panties all in a bunch about, Gakuto. I gave you my opinion, and far be it from me to stop you."
"You couldn't, even if you wanted to," Gakuto snarled, stalking into the room. He felt stiff all over, like each word was tearing strips out of his skin, long sharp bands of hurt. Oh, this had been coming a long, long time, and why wasn't he going out the window to meet Hiroe at the clubhouse?
Yuushi just glanced up from his book, once, before he started ignoring Gakuto again. "If you think that, then you're badly mistaken," his voice was calm, and even, and how dare he be so fucking calm, turning the pages slowly in easy flicks, when Gakuto was so fucking angry. Why the Hell was he so angry? Did it matter?
Hah. Yeah. Right.
"Prove it," Gakuto snarled.
There was a moment of silence, thick and electric in the room and making the hairs on the back of Gakuto's neck prickle, before Oshitari gently lay the book on the covers--one of those damned romance novels; sometimes, Gakuto thought Oshitari just read them for the sex, and sometimes he thought it was just so his roommate could make fun of all the sap in them--and smiled--but it wasn't the same kind of smile, there was something around the edges of it that Gakuto hadn't... he hadn't ever wanted to see on his partner's face. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was despair. Whatever it was, it was tight and pale and ugly and he didn't like it, not even a little bit. "You're still here, aren't you?"
Oh. That was why he was so mad. Gakuto's hands fisted at his sides, and he wanted to scratch something, rake his nail marks onto those perfect broad, bare golden shoulders as... as Yuushi slammed into him, pinned him to the mattress... no! "You're such a bastard," and he'd meant it to be a scream, or a snarl, he really, really had, but...
But his voice was too quiet when he turned away from the bed and began to walk away, and to his horror, it sounded almost like a sob.
Yeah. Maybe it was definitely time to let Hiroe fuck him up against the lockers again. It'd remind him. It'd mark the bruises deeper into his skin. Maybe he did like it like that... right? Right?
One second he knew that Yuushi was behind him, under the covers, with his trashy romance novel, dog-eared and yellow around the edges with how many times he'd read it.
Except the next, Yuushi had him pressed up against the wall beside the doorframe, and he whispered, harshly, "Yes. I am," before leaning down and...
Oh, gods. Oh, gods, no, this was not happening, this was definitely not happening, Yuushi's tongue was not moving slow and soft, just the tip of it, along the seam of his mouth before he leaned in and gently sealed them together, small nibbles and slow licks and the rocking of his mouth against Gakuto's like he could match Gakuto's heartbeat... and no Gakuto was most definitely not moaning with how good it felt to have his roommate kissing him... damn it, why couldn't... why couldn't Yuushi just have... have crushed his lips against his, or something, something mean and painful so that Gakuto could yank away, or... or... or...
Or kiss him back, closing his eyes, because damn, he hadn't... he hadn't been kissed like this, like someone really cared if he liked being kissed, in... in a damned long time...
No, gods, this was so wrong, this was going to screw up everything, but...
Gakuto's arms found their way over Oshitari's shoulders. He was warm from being under the covers, warm and smooth and bare as gold to Gakuto's skin.
...but he'd wanted this, oh yeah, for so long...
"Mmm," Yuushi purred, and the sensation of it against his lips, that tremblingly deep voice, steady steady rasp, could've broken him in two, if he'd let it. "Are you willing to take me up on my wager, Gakuto?"
Wager? What the Hell was Oshitari babbling abo--
"I'm willing to wager that I could make even you so speechless with pleasure that you couldn't even scream."
Why couldn't he breathe right? Gakuto sucked in a breath, hard, and it shuddered in his throat, in his chest, and he'd never, ever wanted anything as much as he wanted to find out if Yuushi could do exactly that. Still, though... he smirked, or tried to. "Oh, yeah? What do I get if I win?"
Oshitari smiled down at him, slow and sleek and easy, his eyes so damned sharp with his hair falling in soft jags over his cheeks, and purred, "If I win, I'll make you a midnight snack."
It was such a normal thing to say that Gakuto blinked. Well, okay. Midnight snack was good. Yuushi made great midnight snacks. He'd never had a fuckbuddy offer to make him a midnight snack before. But... "What do you get if you win?" Gakuto queried, just a touch less suspiciously than he wanted to.
"If I win, I'll make you a midnight snack," Yuushi replied--but this time, the tone he said it in, the way he talked that made the weirdest warm shivers cascade down Gakuto's back to pool somewhere in his knees... he'd known Yuushi was hot, but he hadn't figured even for a second what it was like when his doubles partner wanted his voice to ooze sex. "But you'll be eating it with that tight little ass of yours wrapped around my cock."
Holy. Shit.
It was a good thing that Yuushi had him pinned to the wall, because Gakuto suddenly wondered if, Hell, maybe his knees just weren't going to hold him. Damn. Sure, Oshitari was smart, he knew that, but... but oh, wow, he couldn't remember the last time someone had gotten him that turned on just saying something. Maybe it was that voice, 'cause damn, that accent. Maybe... maybe it was the way he'd just made sex spill into something that might've been so... normal, something that was just them, and... and he'd never had a history with anyone he'd ever fucked, before, that went past a forgettable little game or two on the courts, maybe...
But there was nothing forgettable about his roommate, and when Yuushi hoisted him up higher, grinding slowly with his feet dangling off the floor, and he could feel him through those boxers, hot, hard oh damn, he was, he really was--Gakuto felt a shiver coursing down his back. "Y-Yuushi..."
Oshitari's smile was a slow cascade, his hair tickling against Gakuto's cheek as he rocked their hips together--how the Hell could the bastard talk so calmly when that was most definitely his cock rubbing up alongside Gakuto's, oh, man, it just made Gakuto wish he were wearing underwear, 'cause wouldn't the silk of his boxers chafe in all the best ways...? Then again, this meant that there wasn't much more than a few flimsy little bits of cloth between them, and that was exactly how he wanted it. "What do you say, Gakuto?"
"It's... it's a bet. C'mon, Yuushi..." it sounded like a challenge, which was just perfect right--wasn't that how he wanted to sound? It wasn't like he was promising anything, it was just sex, right? "You just try it."
"Try?" Oshitari chuckled, and Gakuto squawked as Oshitari pulled him away from the wall, those words vibrating against his cheek, and his legs wrapped hard around his roommate's waist--which only plastered him closer to Yuushi's body, even with those arms hooked underneath his ass to hold him up. Damn, Oshitari was yummy, strong enough to pick Gakuto up like a doll--he normally hated being as small as he was, but he wasn't that small, and being carried like this felt so good... probably 'cause Yuushi was probably the only person he could trust never to drop him. "Oh, no, Gakuto, I'll do significantly more than just try."
He half-expected Oshitari to toss him to the bed, but Yuushi lowered him to it instead, and simply tucked those long, graceful tensai fingertips past the band of Gakuto's black hot-pants. "How're you gonna do that? You've got no sense of adventure," Gakuto pouted, squirming. Mmm--Yuushi's bed was soft, or at least his down comforter was. "I thought you were gonna fuck me up against the wall."
"You talk entirely too much, Gakuto," Yuushi murmured, very pleasantly--and Gakuto jerked as his roommate ripped off Gakuto's spandex shorts with one sharp twist of his wrists, the sound of seams popping almost too loud against the keen bite of wanting in his mouth.
"What the fu--oh, shit," and he'd been all ready to be hissy, because where the Hell did Yuushi think he got off on ripping up Gakuto's clothes--but then all he could do was hiss, because Yuushi's mouth was wrapped around him, pushing all the way down with his lips slick and tight, so hot, and he'd thought that Yuushi was a good kisser, but... but...
Oh. Damn. Damn. Gakuto's back arched, and he almost pushed himself right off the bed, clawing into the sheets with his mouth falling open, because sure, he hadn't expected a blowjob right off the bat--but he definitely hadn't expected to be swallowed down in one gulp like that, and Yuushi's tongue--oh gods that tongue was moving slow, slow, down his underside as Yuushi slid upwards with the softest little smack, like a kiss, at the head of him... damn, Yuushi was good at this!
But gods, nothing was ever easy with Oshitari Yuushi, and with those lips just brushing the head of him in slow little nudges, not more, just... just nuzzling, kind of, when all Gakuto wanted was to be buried again in that delicious heat...Gakuto knew what good manners were--this was probably the only time he ever really cared about them, and he hated getting his head shoved down on someone's cock, even if he did know how to swallow, so he always tried to keep from doing it to anyone else... though it'd been a damned long time since he'd had a blowjob, come to think. It was just so tempting, though, to bury his fingers in that lush, black hair...
What the Hell did Yuushi think he was doing, just... just playing around like that on the head of him? Gakuto opened his eyes, wrenched his gaze down--
The moment their eyes met--Oshitari smiled, slow, over the edge of his glasses--the kind of smile that made a spasm curl down Gakuto's back and his cock twitch against those lips--and swallowed him again.
Gakuto licked his lips, almost distantly--it was like he almost couldn't feel his own tongue, he was being swallowed up by so much sensation, and just watching Oshitari going down on him like this, watching his cock disappear past those smooth lips and those dark, smiling eyes boring into him so deeply, was almost too intense--Oshitari Yuushi never needed to tell anyone what he wanted, and Gakuto was pretty damned sure that if he looked away and tried to hide--hide?--in pleasure, Yuushi would stop again, and holy gods Gakuto didn't want him to stop... his hips shivered as he pushed upwards, c'mon, Yuushi, more, and Yuushi took more, the purr low in his throat vibrating up Gakuto's body in one electric spasm before his roommate backed away, all tongue and slick heat.
It almost--almost made Gakuto want a hint of teeth, just a little nibble so that he could find himself again rather than just being eaten up by Oshitari's dark eyes, it'd been too sudden, too good, there'd been no time at all to pull himself just a little away, the way he always did....
"Have you ever done it tight, Gakuto?" Oshitari purred, tongue flicking across the head of him in long, smooth laps that threatened to take the last of Gakuto's consciousness with them. He didn't want to come--not yet--but having Yuushi rocking against him, pressing him up against the wall, kissing him, ripping off his shorts like he just couldn't wait to have a taste... shit, it'd gotten him a lot hotter, a lot faster, than he'd expected
If Oshitari had stopped--if he'd raised his head to ask the question--maybe he'd have been able to think, but... "Huh?" Gakuto managed to choke out, pressing his cheek to a pillow. "D-damn, Yuushi..." He'd have to return the favour--his mouth was damned good, and the thought of making all those genius thoughts go flying straight out of that sexy head the way all of his own thoughts were dripping out of his was so damned tempting... if there was a next time, if there--no, he was just going to enjoy this, sex was sex was sex, except he whimpered as Yuushi's finger brushed against his opening, just a little nudge, and even he was normally not that sensitive.
"Mmm. Good. I'll be your first, then," slow, mouthing motions on the head of him before Yuushi dipped down again, and Gakuto's back arched right off the bed, right off the comforter, pushing him up, hard--but it didn't look like Oshitari minded; just half-closed his eyes, and there was a scream somewhere in Gakuto's throat that choked him with pleasure when Yuushi's throat rippled around him, shredding his insides, gods he was so damned close except those long tensai fingers were on his balls, cupping, gently coaxing them downwards--why wouldn't Yuushi just let him come?
Then even the mouth slid away, and thoughts were a slow undercurrent under the thin surface of pleasure, Oshitari drawing upwards to kiss him again--he could taste himself on that tongue, sharing in a sleek push, damn it, why did Yuushi have to be such a damned good kisser? Gakuto wasn't much of one for making out--he liked to get straight to the main course, why bother with things like kissing?--but having those violet eyes eyes staying open, Yuushi watching Gakuto's eyes watching Yuushi's hair falling forwards onto his cheeks... oh, wow, there was something about it that might've been called intimate if he ever called anything that.
And then Oshitari smiled, slowly, and reached over to the bedside table. He didn't even need to fumble--there was just the streak creak of a drawer opening, and then there was a bottle of lube--not a tube, not a plain clear pharmacy gel but something white in a little bottle--in his hand. Efficient Yuushi, like always. Weird Yuushi, who'd buy lube from a specialty store. "How much do you trust me, Gakuto?"
What? What the Hell kind of question was that? But--but then Yuushi's hand was wrapped around him, and all he could do was moan "Why?"
"Doing it tight is fucking someone without preparing them first, Gakuto," he purred, but there was a smile on his lips that shuddered down Gakuto's body, harder than the way that accent always made him want to whimper. "A lot of lube. A lot of care. The most intense thing you've ever felt."
Without preparation? Was he kidding? "Damn it, Yuushi, doesn't that fucking hurt?" Gakuto normally insisted on working up to three fingers first, even if they wanted him tighter, just 'cause some of the bastards he'd fucked around with had a bad habit of just pounding into him right off the get-go, and yeah, that was just what he wanted, sometimes, but...
But it was Oshitari Yuushi, who was looking down at him with eyes that moved slow and deep as the bottom of the ocean as he smiled, and purred, "Likely a little, but you're tempted, aren't you? Ever had someone push into you, easing into you, so slowly, just because you're so damned tight, feeling someone filling you up like it's all so new...?"
He was already shuddering--geez, Oshitari wasn't even touching him anymore, didn't need to--by the time Yuushi's lips brushed his cheek and he murmured, playfully, "I'll be good to you, Gakuto. Do you want it?" his finger nudged gently, against his opening, teasing a brief electric spark from Gakuto's body. "We can do it the other way, if..."
Not a challenge. Not an 'if you're scared.' Just an if.
"Yeah," he breathed, because his throat was tight and clogged with the thought of Oshitari pushing into him. It'd have to be slow--so damned slow--and he hadn't done it like that in years--but if he was gonna have just one night with Oshitari, Hell, he wanted it to be something else, something like caring, almost--or maybe just special, something different, because neither of them had any fun being ordinary. "C'mon, Yuushi," he spread his legs, wrapping them around that slim waist--muscle flexed against the insides of his knees, and he purred as his partner rocked against him. "Want it now."
Cloth? What the--
Gakuto started laughing just about the time Yuushi grinned down at him, and smirked, but there was laughter bright in those dark, dark violet eyes. "I'm afraid you're going to have to wait at least until I've taken off my boxers."
Gods, it felt so natural to laugh. So good.
It felt even more natural to stop laughing when Yuushi slid off the bed in one ripple of sleek muscle, and stepped out of his boxers, leaving him one long unbroken line of golden skin and--and, oh wow, Yuushi had a great cock--not big enough that Gakuto might've been scared, and he'd seen a couple of those in his day, but big all the same, flushed hot, one thick length that curved just a little and...
Gakuto licked his lips as a pearl droplet of wetness caught the golden light of Oshitari's bedside lamp, and crawled to the edge of the bed. Yuushi wanted him. It wasn't a surprise--didn't everyone?--but at the same time... "Lemme have a taste?"
"You like tasting, hm?" the flicker of surprise was in Oshitari's eyes, even if it was just nothing but a purr in his voice, and Gakuto grinned, tongue flicking out to take that drop of salt-bitter--then more, and there wasn't anything like the feeling of Yuushi's cock filling a part of him for the first time, nothing like the way the head of him was just a little softer than that smooth curved shaft, salty-sweet as the taste of sweat after a really, really good game. Mmm-mmm, Gakuto sucked gently, and grinned when it wrung something that might've almost been a moan out of his shaking partner. Oooh, he'd love to suck him until Oshitari couldn't even stand anymore, and those eyes that were watching him were blank and closed...
But then Oshitari chuckled, a soft sound that shook maybe a little, and pushed him away with a finger to his forehead. Gakuto got one last good lick in anyway--before Yuushi's hands on his shoulders shoved, up and over and he tumbled onto his back, laughing again as Oshitari followed him onto the bed, prowling towards him, hands and knees and eyes and the sleek bow of his back gilded with lamplight, fuck he'd never seen anything so sexy.
Then it was skin to skin, oh Hell yeah wow, with the blowjobs and the dripping they were both slick already when cock nudged cock like electricity brushing, and geez, by this point, even if Yuushi had said he wanted to fuck him without lube, Gakuto probably would've let him. (Well, okay, no, not really, because that would've just been dumb.) Hell, even if Oshitari had wanted to prepare him, finger him until he was begging for it--damn it, he'd waited for this--wanted it, more like--for way too long to sweat things like preparation.
It was Yuushi. Yuushi wouldn't hurt him.
Yuushi was carrying him, hitching up his hips to prop a pillow, two, underneath him--until Gakuto was looking up his own body, damn, he'd never been this hard, maybe, and his cock was flush against his belly until Yuushi reached out and took him in that long hand, his other hand slicking lube onto Gakuto's entrance and his cock, damn but it made Gakuto's mouth water again to see him all glistening and smooth and ready like that...
Oshitari slid onto him, not into him, pressing him down into the pillows and the sheets, and for all that Gakuto really hadn't ever been much of a fan of the missionary position--he had to admit, well, maybe there was something to having all that muscle and skin and sleek eyes poised above him--or maybe it was just because Yuushi wasn't squashing him, just holding them there, cocks touching as he leaned down and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so slowly that you'll swear you'll never want anyone else inside you again."
It was just play-talk--just dirty talk, he didn't mean it, but it slid underneath Gakuto's ribs and stopped his heart for a second when the thought slammed free that maybe, maybe Yuushi was right, maybe Gakuto wouldn't want anyone else inside him again, but what about... no, no.
It hit too close to home.
It hit too close to driving him sober, past the hot sweet heat that wriggled up and down his body in careless cycles of lust. "I don't like it slow," Gakuto protested, trying to wiggle out from under Oshitari, but--but the pressure of that body wasn't just good, it was keeping him lying there, how dare Oshitari keep him here when he didn't want to be here...?
Oshitari just smiled again, and his hands, planted beside Gakuto's head, moved, and he didn't know how Yuushi was keeping his balance when the hand cupped his cheek, almost tender except for the rough palms beside those tennis-callused fingers. "You will when I'm done with you, Gakuto. Now relax."
Oh, gods, wasn't it just sick how Oshitari said it, and he just... just did it, just relaxed when Yuushi slid off him and between his legs, arching up into his roommate's cock as Yuushi sat back on his heels and guided himself in... relax, relax, damn it...
But why the Hell was Yuushi just nudging against him like that, just tiny, tiny little motions, just--oh, wait, wait, there, the pressure building, opening him up, slick with lube, like fingers but better, a heavy ball of sensation so intense he could almost taste it. Sure, fingers were nice, but there wasn't anything like the real thing, like the press of someone's legs between his knees, or the way Oshitari was watching his eyes, cock pushing into him so slow it ached.
Oshitari's fingers wrapped around Gakuto's cock at the same time as the head of him slipped all the way in in an electric jolt.
Oh. Fuck that hurt. Fuck.
But the sudden fullness collected in an electric pulse with those fingers rolling lightly over his cock, oh gods Yuushi was inside him oh gods, and after a second, he could almost think about it--it wasn't anywhere near as bad as his first time had been, not a tearing angry pain, just... just different, an ache like it always ached whenever someone slid into him, and Oshitari was so still inside him, just a weight, and Gakuto opened his eyes.
He didn't realise that there were something like tears in his eyes until Yuushi's hand on his cheek broke one free. "Are you all right?" Oshitari murmured, something like concern in his gaze. Funny, seeing him without his glasses--funnier, to have Yuushi kneeling between his legs, cock inside him, damn, damn, just the thought of it made all of Gakuto's insides twist into a tight, hot little ball, "Damned, Gakuto--I didn't think you'd be so tight..."
"Of course I'm tight," it didn't hurt as much anymore, and Gakuto wanted more, damn it. Fuck tomorrow. Fuck it, because it was just too damned late to go back. Yuushi was going to be his first in this, and Gakuto's voice was thin, drawn too tight around his roommate's cock. "I'm the best piece of ass you'll ever have."
The long, considering look underneath his lashes shivered down him, and the pain was less than the ripple of heat that the dancing, distracting fingers on his cock poured down his body, or maybe that was the weight of the smile. "Then I'll just have to give you the best fuck you'll ever have, won't I?"
But he didn't need to look between the knees he pulled them up to his chest to feel Yuushi nudging in and out of him with the tiniest little motions, rubbing, rubbing him slick and raw with a sensation that wasn't pain inside, gods, he hadn't been kidding when he'd said it would be intense. Gakuto was pretty sure he'd had cocks bigger than Yuushi's inside him, but... but it was different when he had those familiar, familiar eyes looking into him, half-closed, Yuushi's cock so damned thick inside him, and maybe it was just because he hadn't been fingered first--geez, he wasn't... he wasn't even half-inside him, and Gakuto had already pushed his partner's well-callused fingers away from his cock, because damn it, he didn't want to come just yet, not yet, not--
"Fuck, Yuushi... fuck, fuck, fuck..." he felt the hair sticking to his cheeks as he whipped his head to the side, damn it, he couldn't watch Oshitari's eyes staring into his or else he would come, right at the very wrong moment. He'd never spilled early, never, not even on the rare occasions when he was on top, but...
"Yes?" his partner purred, but there was a smile to it, just the lightest touch of a growl, why was it that that voice could still make him want to buck his hips up, impale himself onto that cock, except Yuushi's hands were on his hips and holding him down, and somehow the feel of that was just... Yuushi wouldn't let him hurt himself. "Slower, Gakuto?"
He could have screamed with frustration, but the words gave Gakuto just a little more, just a little, another inch, more than Yuushi'd given him in those tiny, tiny nudges of his hips, and he whimpered instead, clawing for bedsheets. "Fuck, no, come on!"
"Mmm," he didn't know where that sound was coming from in his roommate's smooth column of a throat--Hell, he couldn't even imagine what it would taste like if he leaned up and swallowed that sound, and would he taste himself, because Hell, Yuushi might have been pushing into him, but... but it fucking felt like it was Gakuto being swallowed up. "No. No, I don't think so." And then Yuushi smiled, slow, the way he did on the courts when he had something planned for the two of them. "You've had your own way for far too long. "
He didn't need to say 'You'll like this,' because whenever he smiled like that, Gakuto always liked it. Sure, in the past, it'd always been tennis, but what was the difference? What the fuck, he didn't like the missionary, he didn't like being kissed, he definitely didn't like having a cock in him without someone's fingers stretching him open first, but shit, it was hard to remember that, looking up at his roommate's dark, dark eyes, feeling Yuushi so slick and big and good inside him in those little strokes, and why was it that he wanted that slow-smiling mouth cupped over his so damned badly?
Sanity. Sanity first, otherwise just those slow, easy pushes into him--and the words, oh fuck, the words--were going to make him come all over his chest, and geez, if that happened, Yuushi wouldn't even have the mercy to let him fall, would he--he'd just keep thrusting, and he wouldn't ever let Gakuto stop coming--
Sure, he'd thought that his partner might've been just a little psychic, because there were just times when Gakuto was thinking something, and Yuushi could tell him what it was, or answer questions he hadn't said, so he'd gotten pretty used to it--but there wasn't any way, oh gods oh gods, that Gakuto could've imagined the head of that cock nudging in the tiniest little push against his sweet spot or prostate or whatever anyone called it in a white-hot jolt that spasmed his shoulders on the sheets, right on the heels of that thought.
Why the Hell was he so sensitive all of a sudden? It wasn't like he was complaining or anything, oh Hell definitely no, but damn, if it was gonna be like this whenever he trusted his ass to Oshitari... he moaned, and arched up--and sensation shocked him, so much of it that it almost, almost hurt, 'cause his roommate had stopped pressing down on his hips and that drove Gakuto up onto that cock that stuffed him so damned full oh shit shit he hadn't expected that, but then again, neither had Yuushi, and his roommate's gasp was a caught bit of breath against his skin, a flush of heat.
Oh. Oh. Wow.
Hip to hip, Yuushi's gaze tangled with his as he slid his hands over the little ledge of Gakuto's hipbones before they drifted closed and Gakuto could watch his roommate breathing, those fingers tracing so close to his cock, mmm, oh, yeah, this was what he'd wanted for so damned long... the moan slipped out before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to let Yuushi know he was enjoying this so much... oh, wait, it was a little late for that, wasn't it?
"I'm... going to presume you're... all right." It was almost a perfect fake--if Yuushi hadn't been pausing for breath, Gakuto might've been able to believe his roommate was just smirking in that way he did, might've been able to think that the fact that he was buried to the hilt in Gakuto's tight little ass didn't affect his partner at all--but Yuushi was sweating, a little, around the edges, his hair clinging wet to his temples, and there was something just a touch different about his smile... "You could have hurt yourself."
Gakuto managed a grin back up at him--oooh, it felt good when Yuushi moved forwards, settling over him on his hands, all that cut muscle sliding over him before his roommate propped himself up, and their eyes were even--he liked having his eyes even with Oshitari's, liked having those shoulders near enough that he could wrap his arms over them. "What's the matter, Yuushi--you worri--mmph!"
Because Yuushi's lips were on his, filling him with slow strokes of that damned talented tongue, and just about when Gakuto wondered if maybe Oshitari was just planning to kiss him until he came, that ripped belly brushing against Gakuto's cock in those tiny little fleeting touches whenever Oshitari so much as breathed, gods, it was almost enough with the fullness of Yuushi inside him, almost--
And then Yuushi murmured, "Worried? About this?" when he pulled out, so slowly it dragged like velvet fire across Gakuto's nerves, but he didn't lean back again--just his hips moved, just his hands and the way his eyes narrowed, a little, smile widening, and Gakuto realised only distantly that he was arching up into Yuushi's body, one clinging line of skin. "No, Gakuto, I don't think so."
There was always a rhythm, with Oshitari, he realised muzzily, his fingers clawing at that firm, strong back rather than at sheets which gave, unsatisfyingly, under his hands. There was always rhythm, with him, in the way he slipped into a tennis match or the way he slid into Gakuto in long, smooth strokes, and anything that fell out of his mouth, gasps, moans, whimpers, a name--he couldn't be responsible for it, not when any attempts to thrust up against his partner found him pinned to the bed by a slow rocking thrust into him into just the right spot that left him limp for just long enough that Yuushi could pull out of him again.
He didn't like it slow--he didn't, he didn't, because any moment now he was just going to lose his mind. (Wait, that wasn't it, that wasn't--oh, shit, when had Oshitari changed his angle, oh gods...) This wasn't boring--he'd thought it would be--but with that heavy pressure inside him that was just bordering on this side of pain or maybe it was this side of pleasure, he was... he was... Gakuto whimpered, and how was it that Yuushi already had him pressed down by the time he tried to squirm upwards?
"The more you struggle for control," Yuushi promised, but his eyes were too sharp and blurry, and Gakuto let the heat in them snarl up him in silk knots, let the feel of Yuushi's stomach rubbing his cock topple him too close to the edge, "the less I'll let you have it." He leaned closer, closer, the slick sliding pleasure pressure that was too much stopped, and Gakuto whined. "Beg, Gakuto, and I might change my mind."
Gakuto had only just enough mind left to manage a shaky smile when he looked into those eyes--Yuushi wasn't smiling, didn't need to be, he was hot and sleek and there and so sexy that it really did hurt for a moment, a sharp counterpoint under Gakuto's ribs to the pulse that beat low and deep when Oshitari pushed into him again and made the blood roar in his ears, louder than a scream. "You... wish."
And then Oshitari grinned down at him, suddenly, "I was hoping you would say that."
Oh. Shit.
His roommate's hand was between their bodies, wrapped around Gakuto's cock, oh gods he really was going to die, just collapse into himself right here--and then Yuushi had pushed him higher and started pounding into him, really slamming him into the mattress, how the Hell could he--oh, fuck, he was--the world was dark and light and skin and the point of pleasure that was screaming through him and he couldn't think anymore past the pressure that built lower than his stomach, and was going to take the world with him when he went, one fireball of ecstasy that swallowed them, and then Yuushi purred, punctuating, exclamation marks for each deep--too deep oh gods too much--mind-emptying thrust. "Now. Come."
Gakuto screamed--or tried to, but the touch on him, the heavy full sensation that roared up inside him and swamped his voice, Yuushi's skin giving underneath his nails as he raked his way over those golden shoulders--Yuushi's eyes falling shut as he gasped, "Gakuto!" just a brief breath of a word, the echo of it brighter against his eyes than the lamplight when a drop of sweat caught on Yuushi's upper lip--
He tried to scream, but he came, instead, the world bleached to the white heat of sensation inside him, over him, prickling onto his skin as he felt his back bowing high enough that he should have broken with it, but Yuushi's hands on his hips wouldn't let him, pulling him even deeper onto that cock, anchoring him to the sky as he didn't stop, he didn't stop rocking into him, oh gods oh fuck oh fuck YUUSHI...
Gakuto crashed back to the bed, but the ripples down his belly didn't stop, either, the way his back wouldn't stop shuddering, so good that he knew his mouth was open and his eyes were blind. Gods he felt like he wasn't ever going to stop coming, watching blankly as sweat and come pooled golden with the yellow lamplight on his belly and ran slick and slow as the sensations that echoed inside him as Yuushi leaned back on his heels, still inside him, still hard, gods.
And then Yuushi settled over him, slick between them, and shaking.
Gakuto didn't want to move, just wanted to stay here with his roommate's arms cradled around him and those warm eyes--warm? When had Yuushi's eyes ever been warm? But they were, for a moment, smiling down at him as they panted together and tasted breath, and then tasted mouths. Damn, that was nice, too... damn, wouldn't it be just the best if he could just stay like this for...
He wanted it too much.
He'd never dealt really well with wanting something he couldn't have.
Probably the one good thing about not having screamed was that he still had his voice.
"You're a damned bad fuck, Yuushi--hey!" Gakuto yanked away from those mesmerising lips and squirmed, stuck halfway through what he'd meant to say, as Oshitari's tongue strayed over his chin in one broad stroke. What the Hell did he think he was doing?
Funny, everyone else he'd ever said that to--whether it was true or not, and holy gods it definitely wasn't true for Oshitari Yuushi--had gotten mad, but... but his partner was smirking again, and it was so familiar that it hurt; maybe the warmth had just been a joke. "Sorry," Oshitari's smile widened. "You had come on your chin."
Well, that definitely explained why Oshitari had that damned smirk on his face. Gakuto raised his chin. Oh, man, if he smiled--and it was really hard to keep from doing it, 'cause, well, it was kind of funny that he'd said something that dumb with come on his chin--the game was up, and... and he wasn't sure he wanted it to be over yet. "Doesn't mean anything. What if I just always come really hard? You don't know that, do you?"
Oshitari just chuckled, a little, a small electric sound, and ran a fingertip over Gakuto's side before he slid off, out, and it was the last little drag of sensation that tickled through Gakuto's body on hairbreadths of fire. "I do know. You're forgetting, Gakuto, that I help you change the sheets sometimes."
Oh. Right. Roommate. He'd just fucked his roommate.
It'd been quite possible the best sex he'd ever, ever had.
Oh, fuck.
Gakuto rolled off the bed. He needed a bath so badly--wow, he was a mess, he didn't remember ever having come that hard, and for him, that really was saying something. But was it weird to use Yuushi's bathroom? It was weird, wasn't it?
Hell, he just wanted to sleep and maybe just forget the fact that Yuushi never slept with the same person twice. He almost felt kind of sorry for them, now, those poor things that Oshitari had made scream. Did he have to go back to his own bed? He'd never spent the night in anyone's bed, but... but... was it different 'cause it was Yuushi?
But it wasn't like his roommate had asked him to stay, or anything... "Yuushi?" He hated the fact that he sounded so fucking lost, but... but he had to ask. "It's... it's going to be normal in the morning, right? It's not going to be weird? No strings, right?"
There was a long pause, and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, taste it almost, and maybe just the last little bit of all the shivers that Oshitari had pulled from his body, before his roommate answered, quiet, his voice steady and calm, head pillowed on the crook of his elbow, "Of course, Gakuto."
That was what he wanted, right?
So why did it taste so bitter in his mouth?
As he turned to leave, that voice stroked down his back--wasn't it so damned wrong how it could still do that, even after they'd fucked--wasn't it not supposed to work like that? "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Well, it didn't matter, did it, if he'd forgotten something dumb--the pieces of his shorts, his shirt--in Yuushi's room, 'cause they were roommates, right? Gakuto's brow furrowed as he blinked, a little, and looked over his shoulder. "No..."
But then Yuushi's hand was on his hip, a slow little motion as it made its way, rough and tennis-callused down the outside of his thigh... and... and wait a minute, wait a minute, was Yuushi hard again...? "I believe we had a wager." He chuckled, softly. "You won't even need preparation, I think."
Oh. Shit. Oh, shit maybe he wasn't going to survive the night, but holy gods they'd never be able to get the grin off his face...
And damn, he was never going to think of a midnight snack the same way again.
*_*_*_*
Yuushi made him breakfast the next morning. And ruffled his hair when Gakuto dragged himself out of bed and into the common room to plop down at the table. And adjusted his glasses just that way. He must've gone to the supermarket sometime the day before, because... oooh, waffles. With sliced strawberries.
And it was the same. It was... it was all the same.
God, they'd fucked at this table, Yuushi in just that chair he was sitting at, and Gakuto'd been sitting on his lap, sobbing almost as he rode his roommate, or maybe Yuushi rode him, because Gakuto sure as Hell remembered those eyes pushing deeper and deeper into him until he couldn't even move for how hard he was moaning. Funny how Yuushi topped him even when it was Gakuto sitting on his lap, yeah, 'cause two seconds after he'd decided that he was done with the ice cream sundae, maybe ten minutes after Yuushi'd pushed into him and just kept rocking the whole time Gakuto was trying to eat--Gakuto'd found himself bent over the table with the empty sundae plate clattering to the side, feet dangling off the floor and Yuushi lifting him, just enough, so Gakuto couldn't even thrust and all he could do was feel when his partner slid into him, out, back in--
Funny how Yuushi was just sitting there with his newspaper, smiling at some political comic or other.
That was good, right? Nothing weird, right?
So why the fuck was he so mad? This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? Great sex--oh, man, great sex, he couldn't remember the last time it'd been so good--and the next morning, Yuushi smiling at him halfway over the table and getting him his breakfast, and then laughing a little, low in his throat, when Gakuto bitched at him, 'cause, well, it was morning.
No good-morning kiss or anything like that, 'cause that would've just been... weird, right? He hadn't wanted one. When had he ever wanted to just be kissed?
No weirdness. No strings.
And Gakuto poked at the shredded pieces of the nice, crisp waffle that he hadn't taken more than a bite of, pushed a strawberry around the plate until its juice stained the nice white porcelain, before he shoved it away.
He'd fucked Yuushi--been fucked by him, taken, marked--no--
It was all the same, and suddenly he wasn't hungry.
Fucking Yuushi. So it was totally okay to pretend nothing had happened, huh?
His mouth compressed into a taut, white little line, the blood leaving his lips and leaving the inside of him even as he shoved away the plate with a clatter that made Oshitari look up from his newspaper, but his roommate didn't even look at the plate--just watched Gakuto stand up, and why didn't he look?
But he didn't look, just raised an eyebrow, and Gakuto walked off for his morning shower and coiffure without answering the question in those eyes. What was wrong? Fucking nothing was wrong. Nothing at all.
Pretend nothing had happened. Sure. Fuck, he could do that.
Wasn't that what he did with everyone else?
*_*_*_*
Tsuzuku (to be continued)
As typhoid_mary said... oh, Gakuto, you dumb bunny. *thwaps him*
Er. Um, there's a point there where Gakuto calls Atobe 'Ahobe.' This is not a typo. This is, in fact, intentional. 'Aho' means 'idiot' in Japanese--and it's sort of a joke on Oshitari's accent as well, because the Kansai accent involves replacing a lot of hard consonants with 'h' sounds (which, incidentally, is why some people think it sounds 'gentler' and thus girlier.)
...is 'doing it tight' actually possible? Actually, yes, it is. Theoretically. Not recommended, no. Because seriously--that takes a lot of trust, and a LOT of relaxation, and it would still hurt like Hell. Possible, however, yes.
I've come to the conclusion that I do entirely too much research for my fics. ^^;