[FIC] - [Scenes of Summer] for [#17 - James]
Title: Scenes of Summer
Author: sublimeparadigm // #37 Whistlin Dixie
Pairing: Golden Pair
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Oishi and Eiji really just want to get laid. Why must this be so difficult?
Warnings: Blow jobs and butt sex. You know, the usual.
Notes: thanks to xelloss_poo for beta.
Feedback is loved. ♥ Pointing out of typos is appreciated.
~ Scenes of Summer ~
Which is more beautiful, the sunrise or the sunset? A sunrise is undoubtedly something to behold; the sharp, golden light slowly illuminating the landscape, making life, as we know it, more visible and alive. Daybreak is the beauty of freshness, beginnings, and an endless sea of possibilities. The sunset, on the other hand, is more colorful. Brilliant hues of amber and russet animate the horizon, as if the retreating star is crawling away from a battle, a deep wound in its gut where remnants of shrapnel lie buried, the blaze of fire that composes its innards weeping rivers of blood like lava-
Oishi squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head slightly, not at all pleased with where that line of thought was heading. He opened his eyes, set them on the reddened sky through the dirty screen window, and started over.
Twilight is a marvel of the earth. Much like the blues in the diurnal sky, traces of reds are caused by dust and particles in the atmosphere, the scattering and refracting of light; so when the sun sets, distance increases, makes the interference thicker . . . which somehow makes the light red. Longer wavelengths? Oishi furrowed his brows. He really should have paid closer attention in Astronomy. But regardless, the sky was red right now, a deep shade of sanguine mixed slightly with a tint of orange. Oishi was fond of the color, particularly the way its depth seemed to ripple and waver . . . but that just might be the bobbing of Eiji’s head. Come to think of it, the coloring of the two was strikingly similar.
“Ah, ah Eiji . . .” as Oishi’s train of thought led him back to the matter of the redhead currently sucking him off, he felt pulled back downward into a spiral of pleasure. Which, honestly speaking, might have to do with the way Eiji’s tongue was pressing unbelievably hard into that tiny little slit at the head of his dick.
Oishi stared down as he neared completion, noticing how the red hue of Eiji’s mouth did not in fact match the color of the sunset, but was a pretty nice shade nonetheless.
“Ah yes!” Oishi hissed and came at the same time someone knocked loudly on the door.
“Oi!” an irritated voice that Oishi recognized as Hyoutei’s Mukahi-san bellowed through the thin wooden door. “Is someone in there? I’ve been waiting out here for ten minutes!”
“Aa-a-hai!” Oishi called back, his voice breaking just slightly as Eiji squeezed the remaining drops of come from his cock and into his hands. “Just a minute! Sorry!”
Eiji sat back, crossing his arms and pouting. “Oishiii . . .” he began to whine, wisely keeping his voice down.
Oishi stood up and grabbed a towel to wipe himself off. “I’m sorry, Eiji!” he whispered. “But we can’t stay in here any longer.” He turned to the sink, stepping carefully around a glaring Eiji to wash his hands. Just as he went to turn the taps on, Eiji’s hands appeared and stopped him, grasping around his own hands with fingers sticky with Oishi’s seed.
“You better return it later,” Eiji purred in his ear, licking gently around it. “Or I’m going to get very upset.”
Oishi gulped as Eiji let go of his hands, allowing him to turn on the tap. Scrubbing his hands eagerly, he hid the slight trembling, which was an aftereffect of both his orgasm and Eiji’s blatant threat. He felt Eiji’s eyes on him as they both dried each other’s hands with a small towel.
“I know,” he whispered softly, and leaned forward to kiss his boyfriend. “I will.” He kissed him quickly and gently, smiling inwardly at the soft moan drawn from Eiji’s throat.
It was inevitable that, as they stepped out, Mukahi-san would easily glean what they’d been up to, and this was evident in the wide grin that broke onto his face after a couple of short moments.
“Aw, hey, if I’d known what you were doing, I’d have given you another ten minutes!” he jeered and laughed, much to Oishi’s embarrassment and Eiji’s annoyance. Oishi could tell his boyfriend was itching to throw a few choice words back, and squeezed his hand tightly whilst walking quickly away. Nothing good would come out of an argument right there, about that. Eiji seemed to understand, and allowed himself to be dragged down the hall and out the door without protest.
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Perhaps it was something in the air, Oishi thought with a resigned sigh. Hell, he’d just gotten a blow job, and a damn fine one at that, no more than an hour ago. Getting hard again wouldn’t be a big deal if he was actually fooling around, or if say, Eiji was walking around in his underwear, but really, now wasn’t the time for a boner. Not while he and his team, and Hyoutei’s team, were sitting down to eat dinner in the small cafeteria. And Eiji’s seductive little smirk, a promise of events to come later on that night, wasn’t helping any. At least Oishi had managed to sit away from him, to prevent any feet or hands slipping where they weren’t supposed to. Eiji could be evil sometimes.
“Oishi, are you okay?” Kawamura’s concerned voice jerked him out of his illicit thoughts. He blinked around, noticing that everyone at the table was staring at him. Half of them looked pretty amused, too.
“Ah, yeah, I’m fine,” he smiled reassuringly and focused on his food.
“Aren’t you going to go over today’s matches?” Fuji’s voice held a bit too much of that creepy knowingness.
Oishi blushed, having completely forgotten. Desperate not to look at Eiji’s face lest he slip up, he attempted to make up a strew of captain-esque advice, wishing now more than ever that Tezuka was there.
Ryuuzaki-sensei suggested turning in early that night, and Oishi was more than happy to take the advice. Everyone groaned as he stood up and announced that bedtime would be in an hour.
“Perhaps we should just head back, Atobe?” Oishi heard Oshitari suggest to his captain. “I’m sure we’d all rather not sleep in such quarters.”
As much as it jarred Oishi to hear their defeated opponents degrade their camp (even if it was falling apart), he cheered inwardly at Oshitari’s suggestion. It would be a lot easier finding some place private if Hyoutei wasn’t spending the night.
“Aahnn?” Atobe drawled, looking annoyed. “I think we can tolerate it for a single night. Might do us some good. And it’d be rude to refuse Ryuuzaki-sensei’s invitation, would it not?”
The surly looks on the team’s faces matched Oishi’s own disappointment. Helping clean up, he tried to think of some place where he and Eiji could be alone, at least for a little while. The problem was that they all slept in a single room, on the wide floor covered with futons. It had been two rooms, but now the other one was obviously going to Hyoutei. How were he and Eiji going to sneak past everybody? Plus the freshmen, and Ryuuzaki-sensei . . . considering the noises Eiji was wont to make during sex, Oishi was sure he didn’t want to risk the bathroom again, or an empty room if they happened to find one. But what did that leave?
Eiji, meanwhile, had already thought of the perfect place for a midnight rendezvous. The trick, he knew, was going to be slipping past everyone else. Not that anyone would care, he thought, except perhaps Ryuuzaki-sensei, but Eiji knew that Oishi would be too embarrassed if he knew that . . . well, that everyone else already knew what was going on between them. Or at least, he knew Fuji did, probably Taka-san, and it was Momo who had seen them kissing (Oishi’s back was to him at the time and luckily hadn’t seen), who could very likely have told Echizen. And of course, Inui must know. Inui knows everything. Which left only poor Kaidoh out of the loop. Eiji frowned when he thought of it that way. It wasn’t really fair that Kaidoh shouldn’t know if everyone else did . . . maybe he should tell him? Oishi would get mad . . . but what Oishi doesn’t know has never hurt him before.
Anyway, it wouldn’t be the most comfortable of spots, but it would meet their needs. And needs Eiji did have. He could just tell what Oishi was thinking about at dinner. He was always extra-handsome when he was concentrating on something, but when he was concentrating on trying not to concentrate on something, it was somehow twice as sexy. Especially since it was patently obvious in Oishi’s uncomfortable shifting what that “not something” was.
Bedtime couldn’t come quickly enough for Eiji. Unsurprisingly, he was antsy, and couldn’t keep still for the life of him. Oishi, understandably, was avoiding him at the moment, and Eiji had no choice but to take out his impatience on his teammates. Momo and Ochibi were not around, probably getting into some sort of mischief, and probably dragging the freshmen into it. Fuji, Taka-san, and Inui weren’t around either, leaving Eiji alone with Kaidoh, whom Eiji could tell was getting nervous by Eiji’s restlessness. Not wanting to bother his kouhai, but wanting very much to bother someone (preferably Oishi, but he didn’t think that was likely . . . yet), he went out in search of someone else.
He found Fuji and Taka-san talking to some Hyoutei players in the cafeteria. Eiji almost stopped and turned back when he saw one of them was Mukahi, but decided that it would look too obvious. He approached Fuji with a readied whine.
“Is it time to sleep, Eiji?” Taka noticed him first, and everyone looked up at him.
Eiji pretended aloofness and shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just looking for Fujiko.” He grabbed Fuji’s arm and yanked. Fuji smiled knowingly, but didn’t budge.
“Oishi was talking to Ryuuzaki-sensei last time I saw him,” he said softly.
Eiji gritted his teeth and hid it behind a smile. He wasn’t sure to be relieved or embarrassed when the two Hyoutei players, Oshitari and Mukahi, rose to leave, but he was more angry than anything else at the smug smirks on both their faces. Eiji fell to the seat besides Fuji with a sigh. Now the entire Hyoutei team probably knew. Not that he particularly cared, but if Oishi happened to get wind of it . . . then again, Oishi was there this afternoon, so maybe he’d already figured as much.
“What were you guys talking about?” Eiji inquired.
Fuji chuckled lightly, and Eiji had to raise an eyebrow as Taka-san blushed. “They wanted to know if there was anyplace that they could get some privacy,” Fuji smiled brightly as he spoke, obviously very much amused. “I recommended the showers next to the courts.”
Eiji’s jaw dropped. “Fuji! That’s where me and Oishi-” he slapped a hand over his mouth, realizing how loud he was being. “That’s where me and Oishi were gonna go,” he whispered this time, pouting and glaring at Fuji.
Fuji just chuckled again, while Taka-san resumed his embarrassed blushing. “Well, I guess you’ll have to find some place else then.” Fuji opened his eyes a little, and Eiji knew he was in serious thought. “Hmm . . . there’s that equipment shed. It was pretty big, although I’m not sure how much space there would be with all the tennis equipment.”
Eiji pursed his lips and considered. Well, it was better than trying to do it in the woods, which was where he was thinking they might have to at this point. “Maybe,” he shrugged noncommital. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes accusingly at his friends. “But don’t go telling anyone else to go there!”
Fuji laughed and rose, as they could hear Ryuuzaki-sensei calling for everyone to get ready for bed. “I won’t, Eiji.”
During all this, Oishi had been wandering around the grounds by himself, trying to think of some place plausible. He had come up with only three options, only one of them having any merit, which was the showers. His first had been to find an empty room and hope Eiji kept quiet, but after making an inconspicuous round of the building, the only one Oishi found was the small room which sat between the two rooms where Seigaku and Hyoutei would be sleeping. That was out of the question. Of course, they could always use the main lounge or the cafeteria, but that was also too risky. Bathrooms were out in case someone needed to actually use them.
His second idea was some place outdoors. They could maybe hide behind the showers, or find a spot in the woods with the cover of the trees. But really, that would be a hassle, and although it was definitely warm enough out, they’d at least have to bring a blanket to sit on, which they didn’t have for the taking.
Leaning against the porch outside the front door, Oishi nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand rested on his shoulder. He shuddered as he saw the gleam of moonlight on Inui’s glasses.
“Something the matter, Oishi?”
Oishi considered. Inui might be able to think of some place . . . Oishi had always valued his intelligence very highly. But did he really want to confide in him? God knows what the boy would do with such “data.”
However, Oishi needn’t have worried. “Looking for a nice private spot?” The glasses gleamed again as Inui spoke, wearing a smile that was even more unsettling than Fuji’s.
Oishi’s shoulders drooped. He should’ve known that Inui, of all people, would already know about him and Eiji. “Yeah,” he answered softly, looking away in embarrassment.
True to his nature, Inui opened his notebook and scanned through some pages. “Well, there’s a 75% chance that the showers will already be occupied by someone else . . .” Oishi gulped, frightened once again at Inui’s capabilities. “Hmmm . . . are you opposed to the outdoors?”
Oishi shrugged, at a loss for words.
“Hmmm . . . if you’re trying for romance, I would suggest the lake, but-”
“The lake?” Oishi interrupted with raised brows. “How . . .?”
Inui smiled, causing Oishi to shiver. “If you can row, there are a couple of decent-sized rafts attached to a small pier directly at the end of that path,” Inui pointed toward the forest, where lo and behold, there laid a small path.
Oishi stared at the path, wondering just how daring he actually was.
“Or,” Inui cleared his throat. “If you prefer to play it a bit safer, there’s the shed,” he pointed and Oishi’s eyes followed. Of course! Why hadn’t he thought of that?
“The probability of someone else using the shed is much lower . . .” Inui continued, making a few scribbles. “32%. Although, because of the window, it would be too risky to turn on the light, and there’s only a small amount of floor space.” He snapped his notebook shut as Ryuuzaki-sensei’s voice called for everyone to go to bed. “But it’s entirely up to you, Oishi.”
Oishi followed him inside as a strange feeling of foreboding filled his chest at Inui’s words.
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The moon was full that night, and the way its light washed over Fuji’s sleeping face sent shivers down both Eiji and Oishi’s spines. Oishi had laid himself down on the other side of the tensai, not wanting to deal with the temptation of a hot-blooded redhead “sleeping” beside him. They were both eyeing one another over Fuji’s sleeping form, impatience etched in their faces. They could’ve snuck out ten minutes ago, if it wasn’t for Momoshiro. The boy had eaten too many dumplings for dinner, and his stomach was making him pay in kind; he’d been in the bathroom for almost fifteen minutes now, and Oishi didn’t dare sneak out until he’d come back and gone to sleep.
The creaking of old wood signaled footsteps approaching, and both boys quickly closed their eyes and feigned sleep. Momoshiro walked in with a barely-concealed groan and collapsed onto a futon besides Echizen, turning over and huddling underneath the blanket. Within five minutes, his snores filled the room.
Eiji and Oishi smirked at each other, taking a second to shake off another shiver caused by Fuji’s eerie moonlit expression, and rose quietly. With feet long-trained at sneaking in and out, they both tiptoed out of the room, down the stairs, and out the back door into the warm, breezy night.
They spoke no words between each other, communicating solely with their eyes and hands, sharing knowing smiles and intense looks, teasing fingers danced up and down their arms and backs and necks as they walked swiftly toward the shed. Oishi led the way, grasping Eiji’s hand lightly, stopping a few times to press a sudden kiss to Eiji’s lips.
The outdoor air was balmy and still, only the slightest of breezes throwing a stray hair or two out of place on Eiji’s head every now and then. The rural spot made for very little light pollution, and Eiji stared up in wonder at the bright stars, wishing he’d paid closer attention in Astronomy, so he could tell constellations from one another. Not paying attention, he tripped over a rock in the path, but fell safely into Oishi’s arms.
Oishi shot him that motherly glare, but his expression softened quickly as Eiji gave him a toothy grin. They resumed walking, and Eiji began to teasingly snake a hand up the back of Oishi’s shirt, rubbing a single finger up the soft skin covering the ridges of his spine. Oishi shivered and stopped, and at first Eiji thought he was going to get another glare, but immediately realized they’d reached their destination. He smiled, beaming at Oishi proudly. Of course Oishi would already have known the best place.
They smirked at each other as Oishi reached for the door and pulled it open. Eiji was a second away from pouncing on his boyfriend, pushing them into the shed, when a startled voice rasped indignantly.
“Who the fuck is that?” a somewhat-familiar voice snarled, obviously frazzled by the intrusion.
The moonlight filtered in through the doorway, illuminating the two figures currently occupying the floor of the shed: Hyoutei’s Shishido and Ohtori. Both Eiji and Oishi gaped in shock, horrified at the obviously-private moment they’d just walked in on.
Regaining his wits first, Oishi grabbed Eiji’s arm and dashed as quickly as possible out of the shed, yelling a small “sorry!” over his shoulder as he pulled Eiji out and shut the door. Both boys looked at one another in horror before breaking into a run, far too embarrassed to stick around.
Knowing the next-best place he had in mind, Oishi led the way through the small forest path, and Eiji followed, confused but trusting that Oishi had a plan. They stopped as they reached the tiny beach with its small pier, and they both leaned forward on their knees to catch their breath. They caught each other’s eyes and began laughing softly with reflecting blushes.
After they caught their breath, Eiji looked around questioningly, furrowing his brows, and Oishi winced inwardly, hoping his lover wouldn’t be averse to his plan. Before Eiji could ask, he explained.
“I thought we could maybe . . . take a boat out,” he flushed at the romantic implications of what he was suggesting.
Eiji’s eyes went a little wide, but his answering smile immediately lifted the weight of dread off of Oishi’s chest. Eiji nodded and began walking down the short wooden pier, surveying the two decent-sized rowboats attached to the sides. Making his choice, he undressed down to his shorts, shoving his clothes at one end, and climbed into the raft.
Oishi mimicked his actions and untied the line before stepping in. He grabbed both oars from the side and began rowing as Eiji used his arms to push off from the pier. Oishi continued rowing out for a few minutes, stopping and securing the oars in their holders once he’d decided they were far away enough not to be seen.
He slid himself out of his shorts as Eiji settled himself on his back comfortably and began teasing Oishi with nudges of his feet. Oishi grabbed them and tickled, but as he turned toward his lover, he let them go easily, arousal beginning to wash over him. He licked his lips at the temptation before him, lying near-naked and prostrate, pale skin glowing beautifully with soft moonlight, a rich contrast against the deep black of the lake surrounding them.
The boat was unsteady, but safe, and although Oishi winced at what were undoubtedly splinters piercing his skin, it was easy enough to distract himself from the pain. A few tiny needles of wood weren’t going to get in his way.
Although large enough to accommodate both boys fairly comfortably, it didn’t leave much room for moving around, and both of them knew they were better off just getting straight to the point. Ever mindful of the state of his rear, Eiji had thought to hide a small tube of lubricant in his pocket, and pulled it out and placed it into the palm of Oishi’s hand with a smirk.
“Mmm, Eiji,” Oishi’s cock stirred at his lover’s bluntness, leaning down to capture his lips. Cicadas chirping, owls hooting, and the distant buzz of electricity at the campsite cantillated, creating an elegant backdrop to the sounds of their kisses, the delicate sucking and smacking of lips. Possessed by their bodies, time seemed to lag until they were kissing in slow motion, simultaneously soft and heavy, slow and deep. Eiji’s hands caressed the strong muscles of Oishi’s back, while Oishi’s hands cradled Eiji’s head, luxuriating in the silky texture of his hair. Oishi’s head began to feel heavy, too heavy to keep upright, and he had to force himself not to lie down on top of Eiji.
“Fuck,” he slowly broke off a kiss and pushed himself up slightly, hovering over Eiji. His lover’s face was flushed red, eyes partly closed to shape half-moons, lips puffy from kisses.
“Oishi,” Eiji whined through deep pants of his breath. He opened his eyes a little wider and ran his hands, cool to the touch, up Oishi’s arms, lightly scratching circles in his shoulders with his fingernails. With a sudden movement, he jerked his own shoulders and neck up, latching his mouth onto Oishi’s pulse and nibbling gently.
Oishi’s eyes fluttered shut with a breathy moan. With some hesitance, he grabbed Eiji’s shoulders and gently pushed him back down. He sat himself back up straight, running his hands down Eiji’s slim but muscular torso, until he reached his shorts, where a quick grab and pull pushed the material down his hips, revealing a deliciously swollen cock. Oishi’s mouth watered, but Eiji laughed at him, poking him in the leg.
“That’s not what I want,” he chided gently. “Take these off,” he ordered, wiggling his hips to get the shorts down lower. Oishi had to lean back, shaking the boat slightly, but they managed to extract the shorts without incident. Once off, Eiji hitched his ass up and spread his legs wide and invitingly.
Drawing a loud, heavy breath in appreciation, Oishi pressed both strong hands to either of the redhead’s thighs and pushed back, rocking Eiji’s ass up higher in the air. Understanding that they didn’t have a whole lot of space to get comfortable, Eiji hooked his arms around his knees and pulled them to his face, his flexibility allowing him to place both knees on his shoulders and still be fairly comfortable.
“Mmm, that looks nice,” Oishi teased, coating the fingers of both hands with lube. Staring hard into Eiji’s eyes, he took the boy’s cock in one hand while the other began to tease and massage his entrance.
Eiji shuddered as the cool, wet hands simultaneously grabbed at his two most sensitive spots, all while Oishi’s eyes bored into his own, entranced by the passion in his stare. His heart was pounding, his breathing harsh, and he couldn’t hold back a shaky whimper as Oishi slid a finger inside.
“Ah, Oishi,” he cried softly, arching his hips up and driving the digit in further. “Oishi, please,” he whined. “No teasing tonight.”
Oishi raised an eyebrow as his hands worked over his lover skillfully. “This is teasing?” he sounded amused.
Eiji gave a protesting whine. “It’s too slow. I’ve been wanting this all day,” his words came out as hiccups between moans and whimpers. “I can’t wait anymore, please.”
Oishi relented at the desperation in his voice. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d fucked without thorough preparation, and he knew from experience that if his lover said it was okay, there was no reason not to believe him. Hands still slick with lube, he rubbed them over his own cock, now hard as a rock at Eiji’s begging. Aligning the head of it with Eiji’s small opening, he steadied his weight on his knees and began pressing forward.
His head slid in immediately, and Oishi hissed as the redhead’s body’s instincts tightened sharply around his cock, almost pushing him out. It was only momentary, however, and a year-long history of experience allowed Eiji to relax his muscles quickly and easily. Eiji was biting his lips hard, and Oishi stilled, knowing he was in pain. He took the boy’s softening cock back into his hand and began stroking, distracting Eiji from pain with pleasure.
It took only the length of a minute, if that, for Eiji to relax his body and allow the penetration to deepen. Oishi began pushing in with small nudges, and Eiji quickly grew impatient. A pleasured cry ripped from his throat as he rocked forward, taking the entire length up his ass, and Oishi choked down a cry of his own at the sudden movement.
“Oh shit,” Oishi rasped, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to stay in control of himself. A wave of arousal rushed through him, causing him to sway slightly on his knees, and before he could clear his mind enough to perceive, he had lost his balance.
Eiji let out a frightened squeak as Oishi fell forward on top of him, and attempted to stop Oishi’s body with his hands. However, as he began to fall, Oishi regained control of his senses, and shot his arms out to the side of the boat to prevent himself from squashing his lover.
Oishi stopped just above him, and Eiji twitched at the sound of a couple splashes on either side of the boat, but couldn’t move his neck to see. They stared into each other’s faces for a few awkward moments before Eiji laughed softly, Oishi following in kind with a small flush of embarrassment.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, rising up somewhat and positioning himself above his lover comfortably.
Eiji smiled and ran his hands teasingly down Oishi’s chest that he could now reach. “Please continue,” he whispered and licked his lips seductively.
Oishi smirked and pressed a wet kiss to Eiji’s ankle, which was hovering near his head. “My pleasure,” he answered and began moving.
Eiji had been holding his head up a little to gaze at his lover, but it fell back down to the boat with a thud as Oishi drove into him in one quick movement and a stab of pleasure burned throughout his lower body. Oishi continued, his thrusts slow but fierce and deep, and the intensity of it made Eiji’s head swim and legs shake. Sensations felt like fire running through his blood, and sharp waves of hot pleasure pulsed in his groin, in his cock, in his ass, like a loud gong that reverberated into his bones, making even his toes tingle with a buzzing warmth.
He was right when he’d assumed he couldn’t take it slow tonight, and as Oishi’s thrusts increased in speed, the hard cock pushing mercilessly into his tight ass and against his prostate, Eiji knew he was going to come too soon, but was absolutely helpless to stop it. He fisted his cock in his hand and began stroking long and hard, and a few thrusts later, he gave a throaty cry as he orgasmed, shooting a generous amount of come, hot and sticky in thick streams, all over his sculpted stomach and chest.
Numbed out by the ecstasy, Eiji barely noticed as Oishi continued to rush into him with furious thrusts. Holding his lover’s now-lifeless legs up, Oishi continued fucking the tight ass wrapped like heaven around his cock. He felt himself nearing the edge, and his thrusts became shorter but faster, like his hips were spasming forward on their own accord. The pleasure built and built until it finally rushed through his cock, and he pulled out roughly right before coming, jerking himself off to orgasm and exploding onto his lover’s body, his own streaks of come falling and mixing with Eiji’s. He continued stroking himself until he was sure his orgasm had passed, and carefully laid himself down on top of his lover, capturing his lips in a lazy, languid kiss.
“Mmm,” Eiji moaned and pulled his head to the side, breaking their kiss. “Wash me?” he asked softly, panting and still a little shaky.
Oishi rose up with a tired smile and complied, cupping water from the lake in his hands and rinsing off the front of their bodies, careful not to get any on their discarded clothes piled at one end of the boat. When he finished, Eiji sat up, trembling, and nudged Oishi to lie down. Oishi suppressed a chuckle at the realization that he was supposed to be the pillow, but complied happily, wrapping his arms around Eiji as the boy practically flopped down on top of him.
“Eiji,” Oishi whispered into his hair, rubbing his back. “We should really be getting back.” He didn’t really want to move either, but knew they had to.
Eiji mumbled against his chest in protest, then turned his head to the side to give his mouth space to talk. “Catnap first?” he pleaded, rubbing his face into Oishi’s chest, purring as Oishi began running fingers through his hair.
“I suppose a small one wouldn’t hurt,” Oishi acquiesced with an amused sigh, feeling his eyelids droop. Just a short nap wouldn’t be a problem, he supposed.
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A “catnap” turned into the better part of the night, and as the first signs of morning began to stir, with birds chirping and sunlight awakening, Oishi awoke with a panic.
“Eiji!” he shook his boyfriend awake frantically. True to his feline nature, Eiji pawed at his hands, made some annoyed sounds, and stretched his limbs luxuriously.
“What is it, Oishi?” he asked sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes.
“It’s morning! We have to get back before anyone realizes we’re gone!” Oishi shifted around the narrow boat, grabbing and throwing on his clothes, his frantic motions causing the boat to jerk and water to slosh against the sides.
Eiji woke fully at the realization and the jumpy movements of the boat. He grabbed at the sides, steadying himself, and was jolted with shock as a fragment of memory flashed through his mind.
“Shit,” he said with dread, causing the panicky Oishi to stop and turn to him.
“What? What’s wrong?” He feared the worst, not even fathoming at that moment what “the worst” was, but knowing it was undoubtedly what had happened.
Eiji stared into his face, his own a classic portrait of horror. “The oars . . .”
He elaborated no further, clearly in shock, and Oishi scanned the sides of the boat.
“Shit.”
They stared into one another’s eyes for a good five minutes before the distant sound of a yell snapped them out of their trance.
“Oishi!” Now Eiji was the one panicking. “How are we gonna get back?” he clutched at Oishi’s legs.
Oishi’s gaze traveled from Eiji’s desperate face to the lake, and over and across it. “I guess we’ll have to swim.” His mind began to form a plan. “We’ll say we were up early and went for a swim.”
Eiji looked pained, and Oishi knew it wasn’t the best plan in the world, but it would have to do. He threw off his shirt again and nodded at Eiji to do the same. “Just leave our clothes in the boat, I’ll drag it back with me as I swim, okay? Since we’re obviously not going to go swimming with our clothes on, right?” He smiled, trying to diffuse the panic somewhat.
Eiji smiled back, still anxious, but knowing it was a good enough idea. Taking his shirt and shoes back off, he rolled off the side of the boat into the water, shivering at the cold temperature. Oishi followed him, and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before diving in and swimming, holding onto the tie line as he swam toward the shore next to Eiji.
They made it to shore without incident, and Oishi tied up the boat, hoping no one would notice the missing oars until after they were long gone, as Eiji grabbed their clothes.
“Let’s go straight to the showers, Oishi,” Eiji suggested, his hands shaking with anxiety. Oishi opened his mouth to agree when he heard leaves rustling on the edge of the wood. He looked over and felt his stomach sink.
“What, just getting back from a midnight screw?” Mukahi Gakuto leered at them with a grin. Oishi and Eiji were both rooted to the spot, both wearing the same dumbfounded expression.
Gakuto grinned even wider and laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” he sneered and rolled his eyes. “But you might want to hurry back, as your coach is looking for you. She was most frantic when she heard that you’d been gone all night.” With that, he turned and began walking back toward the camp.
Oishi and Eiji turned their heads and stared at one another for a good minute. It was Eiji who finally broke the horrified silence.
“Who?” The fear was evident in his eyes.
Oishi shook his head soberly. “Must be someone from Seigaku, to know we’d been gone all night.”
Eiji’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. He leaned against his boyfriend, wrapping both arms around one of Oishi’s. “We’re in deep shit, aren’t we?”
“Yeah,” Oishi replied numbly, and began dragging Eiji back toward the camp, the impending doom making him cringe with each step forward.
When they arrived, they were shocked and furious to realize that Gakuto had been bluffing. The entire camp was still asleep, save for them and the mysteriously avoidant Hyoutei redhead.
~FIN~
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@ James: I tried to combine both of your suggestions. I hope it didn't come out too bizarre. T__T
Author: sublimeparadigm // #37 Whistlin Dixie
Pairing: Golden Pair
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Oishi and Eiji really just want to get laid. Why must this be so difficult?
Warnings: Blow jobs and butt sex. You know, the usual.
Notes: thanks to xelloss_poo for beta.
Feedback is loved. ♥ Pointing out of typos is appreciated.
~ Scenes of Summer ~
Which is more beautiful, the sunrise or the sunset? A sunrise is undoubtedly something to behold; the sharp, golden light slowly illuminating the landscape, making life, as we know it, more visible and alive. Daybreak is the beauty of freshness, beginnings, and an endless sea of possibilities. The sunset, on the other hand, is more colorful. Brilliant hues of amber and russet animate the horizon, as if the retreating star is crawling away from a battle, a deep wound in its gut where remnants of shrapnel lie buried, the blaze of fire that composes its innards weeping rivers of blood like lava-
Oishi squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head slightly, not at all pleased with where that line of thought was heading. He opened his eyes, set them on the reddened sky through the dirty screen window, and started over.
Twilight is a marvel of the earth. Much like the blues in the diurnal sky, traces of reds are caused by dust and particles in the atmosphere, the scattering and refracting of light; so when the sun sets, distance increases, makes the interference thicker . . . which somehow makes the light red. Longer wavelengths? Oishi furrowed his brows. He really should have paid closer attention in Astronomy. But regardless, the sky was red right now, a deep shade of sanguine mixed slightly with a tint of orange. Oishi was fond of the color, particularly the way its depth seemed to ripple and waver . . . but that just might be the bobbing of Eiji’s head. Come to think of it, the coloring of the two was strikingly similar.
“Ah, ah Eiji . . .” as Oishi’s train of thought led him back to the matter of the redhead currently sucking him off, he felt pulled back downward into a spiral of pleasure. Which, honestly speaking, might have to do with the way Eiji’s tongue was pressing unbelievably hard into that tiny little slit at the head of his dick.
Oishi stared down as he neared completion, noticing how the red hue of Eiji’s mouth did not in fact match the color of the sunset, but was a pretty nice shade nonetheless.
“Ah yes!” Oishi hissed and came at the same time someone knocked loudly on the door.
“Oi!” an irritated voice that Oishi recognized as Hyoutei’s Mukahi-san bellowed through the thin wooden door. “Is someone in there? I’ve been waiting out here for ten minutes!”
“Aa-a-hai!” Oishi called back, his voice breaking just slightly as Eiji squeezed the remaining drops of come from his cock and into his hands. “Just a minute! Sorry!”
Eiji sat back, crossing his arms and pouting. “Oishiii . . .” he began to whine, wisely keeping his voice down.
Oishi stood up and grabbed a towel to wipe himself off. “I’m sorry, Eiji!” he whispered. “But we can’t stay in here any longer.” He turned to the sink, stepping carefully around a glaring Eiji to wash his hands. Just as he went to turn the taps on, Eiji’s hands appeared and stopped him, grasping around his own hands with fingers sticky with Oishi’s seed.
“You better return it later,” Eiji purred in his ear, licking gently around it. “Or I’m going to get very upset.”
Oishi gulped as Eiji let go of his hands, allowing him to turn on the tap. Scrubbing his hands eagerly, he hid the slight trembling, which was an aftereffect of both his orgasm and Eiji’s blatant threat. He felt Eiji’s eyes on him as they both dried each other’s hands with a small towel.
“I know,” he whispered softly, and leaned forward to kiss his boyfriend. “I will.” He kissed him quickly and gently, smiling inwardly at the soft moan drawn from Eiji’s throat.
It was inevitable that, as they stepped out, Mukahi-san would easily glean what they’d been up to, and this was evident in the wide grin that broke onto his face after a couple of short moments.
“Aw, hey, if I’d known what you were doing, I’d have given you another ten minutes!” he jeered and laughed, much to Oishi’s embarrassment and Eiji’s annoyance. Oishi could tell his boyfriend was itching to throw a few choice words back, and squeezed his hand tightly whilst walking quickly away. Nothing good would come out of an argument right there, about that. Eiji seemed to understand, and allowed himself to be dragged down the hall and out the door without protest.
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Perhaps it was something in the air, Oishi thought with a resigned sigh. Hell, he’d just gotten a blow job, and a damn fine one at that, no more than an hour ago. Getting hard again wouldn’t be a big deal if he was actually fooling around, or if say, Eiji was walking around in his underwear, but really, now wasn’t the time for a boner. Not while he and his team, and Hyoutei’s team, were sitting down to eat dinner in the small cafeteria. And Eiji’s seductive little smirk, a promise of events to come later on that night, wasn’t helping any. At least Oishi had managed to sit away from him, to prevent any feet or hands slipping where they weren’t supposed to. Eiji could be evil sometimes.
“Oishi, are you okay?” Kawamura’s concerned voice jerked him out of his illicit thoughts. He blinked around, noticing that everyone at the table was staring at him. Half of them looked pretty amused, too.
“Ah, yeah, I’m fine,” he smiled reassuringly and focused on his food.
“Aren’t you going to go over today’s matches?” Fuji’s voice held a bit too much of that creepy knowingness.
Oishi blushed, having completely forgotten. Desperate not to look at Eiji’s face lest he slip up, he attempted to make up a strew of captain-esque advice, wishing now more than ever that Tezuka was there.
Ryuuzaki-sensei suggested turning in early that night, and Oishi was more than happy to take the advice. Everyone groaned as he stood up and announced that bedtime would be in an hour.
“Perhaps we should just head back, Atobe?” Oishi heard Oshitari suggest to his captain. “I’m sure we’d all rather not sleep in such quarters.”
As much as it jarred Oishi to hear their defeated opponents degrade their camp (even if it was falling apart), he cheered inwardly at Oshitari’s suggestion. It would be a lot easier finding some place private if Hyoutei wasn’t spending the night.
“Aahnn?” Atobe drawled, looking annoyed. “I think we can tolerate it for a single night. Might do us some good. And it’d be rude to refuse Ryuuzaki-sensei’s invitation, would it not?”
The surly looks on the team’s faces matched Oishi’s own disappointment. Helping clean up, he tried to think of some place where he and Eiji could be alone, at least for a little while. The problem was that they all slept in a single room, on the wide floor covered with futons. It had been two rooms, but now the other one was obviously going to Hyoutei. How were he and Eiji going to sneak past everybody? Plus the freshmen, and Ryuuzaki-sensei . . . considering the noises Eiji was wont to make during sex, Oishi was sure he didn’t want to risk the bathroom again, or an empty room if they happened to find one. But what did that leave?
Eiji, meanwhile, had already thought of the perfect place for a midnight rendezvous. The trick, he knew, was going to be slipping past everyone else. Not that anyone would care, he thought, except perhaps Ryuuzaki-sensei, but Eiji knew that Oishi would be too embarrassed if he knew that . . . well, that everyone else already knew what was going on between them. Or at least, he knew Fuji did, probably Taka-san, and it was Momo who had seen them kissing (Oishi’s back was to him at the time and luckily hadn’t seen), who could very likely have told Echizen. And of course, Inui must know. Inui knows everything. Which left only poor Kaidoh out of the loop. Eiji frowned when he thought of it that way. It wasn’t really fair that Kaidoh shouldn’t know if everyone else did . . . maybe he should tell him? Oishi would get mad . . . but what Oishi doesn’t know has never hurt him before.
Anyway, it wouldn’t be the most comfortable of spots, but it would meet their needs. And needs Eiji did have. He could just tell what Oishi was thinking about at dinner. He was always extra-handsome when he was concentrating on something, but when he was concentrating on trying not to concentrate on something, it was somehow twice as sexy. Especially since it was patently obvious in Oishi’s uncomfortable shifting what that “not something” was.
Bedtime couldn’t come quickly enough for Eiji. Unsurprisingly, he was antsy, and couldn’t keep still for the life of him. Oishi, understandably, was avoiding him at the moment, and Eiji had no choice but to take out his impatience on his teammates. Momo and Ochibi were not around, probably getting into some sort of mischief, and probably dragging the freshmen into it. Fuji, Taka-san, and Inui weren’t around either, leaving Eiji alone with Kaidoh, whom Eiji could tell was getting nervous by Eiji’s restlessness. Not wanting to bother his kouhai, but wanting very much to bother someone (preferably Oishi, but he didn’t think that was likely . . . yet), he went out in search of someone else.
He found Fuji and Taka-san talking to some Hyoutei players in the cafeteria. Eiji almost stopped and turned back when he saw one of them was Mukahi, but decided that it would look too obvious. He approached Fuji with a readied whine.
“Is it time to sleep, Eiji?” Taka noticed him first, and everyone looked up at him.
Eiji pretended aloofness and shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just looking for Fujiko.” He grabbed Fuji’s arm and yanked. Fuji smiled knowingly, but didn’t budge.
“Oishi was talking to Ryuuzaki-sensei last time I saw him,” he said softly.
Eiji gritted his teeth and hid it behind a smile. He wasn’t sure to be relieved or embarrassed when the two Hyoutei players, Oshitari and Mukahi, rose to leave, but he was more angry than anything else at the smug smirks on both their faces. Eiji fell to the seat besides Fuji with a sigh. Now the entire Hyoutei team probably knew. Not that he particularly cared, but if Oishi happened to get wind of it . . . then again, Oishi was there this afternoon, so maybe he’d already figured as much.
“What were you guys talking about?” Eiji inquired.
Fuji chuckled lightly, and Eiji had to raise an eyebrow as Taka-san blushed. “They wanted to know if there was anyplace that they could get some privacy,” Fuji smiled brightly as he spoke, obviously very much amused. “I recommended the showers next to the courts.”
Eiji’s jaw dropped. “Fuji! That’s where me and Oishi-” he slapped a hand over his mouth, realizing how loud he was being. “That’s where me and Oishi were gonna go,” he whispered this time, pouting and glaring at Fuji.
Fuji just chuckled again, while Taka-san resumed his embarrassed blushing. “Well, I guess you’ll have to find some place else then.” Fuji opened his eyes a little, and Eiji knew he was in serious thought. “Hmm . . . there’s that equipment shed. It was pretty big, although I’m not sure how much space there would be with all the tennis equipment.”
Eiji pursed his lips and considered. Well, it was better than trying to do it in the woods, which was where he was thinking they might have to at this point. “Maybe,” he shrugged noncommital. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes accusingly at his friends. “But don’t go telling anyone else to go there!”
Fuji laughed and rose, as they could hear Ryuuzaki-sensei calling for everyone to get ready for bed. “I won’t, Eiji.”
During all this, Oishi had been wandering around the grounds by himself, trying to think of some place plausible. He had come up with only three options, only one of them having any merit, which was the showers. His first had been to find an empty room and hope Eiji kept quiet, but after making an inconspicuous round of the building, the only one Oishi found was the small room which sat between the two rooms where Seigaku and Hyoutei would be sleeping. That was out of the question. Of course, they could always use the main lounge or the cafeteria, but that was also too risky. Bathrooms were out in case someone needed to actually use them.
His second idea was some place outdoors. They could maybe hide behind the showers, or find a spot in the woods with the cover of the trees. But really, that would be a hassle, and although it was definitely warm enough out, they’d at least have to bring a blanket to sit on, which they didn’t have for the taking.
Leaning against the porch outside the front door, Oishi nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand rested on his shoulder. He shuddered as he saw the gleam of moonlight on Inui’s glasses.
“Something the matter, Oishi?”
Oishi considered. Inui might be able to think of some place . . . Oishi had always valued his intelligence very highly. But did he really want to confide in him? God knows what the boy would do with such “data.”
However, Oishi needn’t have worried. “Looking for a nice private spot?” The glasses gleamed again as Inui spoke, wearing a smile that was even more unsettling than Fuji’s.
Oishi’s shoulders drooped. He should’ve known that Inui, of all people, would already know about him and Eiji. “Yeah,” he answered softly, looking away in embarrassment.
True to his nature, Inui opened his notebook and scanned through some pages. “Well, there’s a 75% chance that the showers will already be occupied by someone else . . .” Oishi gulped, frightened once again at Inui’s capabilities. “Hmmm . . . are you opposed to the outdoors?”
Oishi shrugged, at a loss for words.
“Hmmm . . . if you’re trying for romance, I would suggest the lake, but-”
“The lake?” Oishi interrupted with raised brows. “How . . .?”
Inui smiled, causing Oishi to shiver. “If you can row, there are a couple of decent-sized rafts attached to a small pier directly at the end of that path,” Inui pointed toward the forest, where lo and behold, there laid a small path.
Oishi stared at the path, wondering just how daring he actually was.
“Or,” Inui cleared his throat. “If you prefer to play it a bit safer, there’s the shed,” he pointed and Oishi’s eyes followed. Of course! Why hadn’t he thought of that?
“The probability of someone else using the shed is much lower . . .” Inui continued, making a few scribbles. “32%. Although, because of the window, it would be too risky to turn on the light, and there’s only a small amount of floor space.” He snapped his notebook shut as Ryuuzaki-sensei’s voice called for everyone to go to bed. “But it’s entirely up to you, Oishi.”
Oishi followed him inside as a strange feeling of foreboding filled his chest at Inui’s words.
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The moon was full that night, and the way its light washed over Fuji’s sleeping face sent shivers down both Eiji and Oishi’s spines. Oishi had laid himself down on the other side of the tensai, not wanting to deal with the temptation of a hot-blooded redhead “sleeping” beside him. They were both eyeing one another over Fuji’s sleeping form, impatience etched in their faces. They could’ve snuck out ten minutes ago, if it wasn’t for Momoshiro. The boy had eaten too many dumplings for dinner, and his stomach was making him pay in kind; he’d been in the bathroom for almost fifteen minutes now, and Oishi didn’t dare sneak out until he’d come back and gone to sleep.
The creaking of old wood signaled footsteps approaching, and both boys quickly closed their eyes and feigned sleep. Momoshiro walked in with a barely-concealed groan and collapsed onto a futon besides Echizen, turning over and huddling underneath the blanket. Within five minutes, his snores filled the room.
Eiji and Oishi smirked at each other, taking a second to shake off another shiver caused by Fuji’s eerie moonlit expression, and rose quietly. With feet long-trained at sneaking in and out, they both tiptoed out of the room, down the stairs, and out the back door into the warm, breezy night.
They spoke no words between each other, communicating solely with their eyes and hands, sharing knowing smiles and intense looks, teasing fingers danced up and down their arms and backs and necks as they walked swiftly toward the shed. Oishi led the way, grasping Eiji’s hand lightly, stopping a few times to press a sudden kiss to Eiji’s lips.
The outdoor air was balmy and still, only the slightest of breezes throwing a stray hair or two out of place on Eiji’s head every now and then. The rural spot made for very little light pollution, and Eiji stared up in wonder at the bright stars, wishing he’d paid closer attention in Astronomy, so he could tell constellations from one another. Not paying attention, he tripped over a rock in the path, but fell safely into Oishi’s arms.
Oishi shot him that motherly glare, but his expression softened quickly as Eiji gave him a toothy grin. They resumed walking, and Eiji began to teasingly snake a hand up the back of Oishi’s shirt, rubbing a single finger up the soft skin covering the ridges of his spine. Oishi shivered and stopped, and at first Eiji thought he was going to get another glare, but immediately realized they’d reached their destination. He smiled, beaming at Oishi proudly. Of course Oishi would already have known the best place.
They smirked at each other as Oishi reached for the door and pulled it open. Eiji was a second away from pouncing on his boyfriend, pushing them into the shed, when a startled voice rasped indignantly.
“Who the fuck is that?” a somewhat-familiar voice snarled, obviously frazzled by the intrusion.
The moonlight filtered in through the doorway, illuminating the two figures currently occupying the floor of the shed: Hyoutei’s Shishido and Ohtori. Both Eiji and Oishi gaped in shock, horrified at the obviously-private moment they’d just walked in on.
Regaining his wits first, Oishi grabbed Eiji’s arm and dashed as quickly as possible out of the shed, yelling a small “sorry!” over his shoulder as he pulled Eiji out and shut the door. Both boys looked at one another in horror before breaking into a run, far too embarrassed to stick around.
Knowing the next-best place he had in mind, Oishi led the way through the small forest path, and Eiji followed, confused but trusting that Oishi had a plan. They stopped as they reached the tiny beach with its small pier, and they both leaned forward on their knees to catch their breath. They caught each other’s eyes and began laughing softly with reflecting blushes.
After they caught their breath, Eiji looked around questioningly, furrowing his brows, and Oishi winced inwardly, hoping his lover wouldn’t be averse to his plan. Before Eiji could ask, he explained.
“I thought we could maybe . . . take a boat out,” he flushed at the romantic implications of what he was suggesting.
Eiji’s eyes went a little wide, but his answering smile immediately lifted the weight of dread off of Oishi’s chest. Eiji nodded and began walking down the short wooden pier, surveying the two decent-sized rowboats attached to the sides. Making his choice, he undressed down to his shorts, shoving his clothes at one end, and climbed into the raft.
Oishi mimicked his actions and untied the line before stepping in. He grabbed both oars from the side and began rowing as Eiji used his arms to push off from the pier. Oishi continued rowing out for a few minutes, stopping and securing the oars in their holders once he’d decided they were far away enough not to be seen.
He slid himself out of his shorts as Eiji settled himself on his back comfortably and began teasing Oishi with nudges of his feet. Oishi grabbed them and tickled, but as he turned toward his lover, he let them go easily, arousal beginning to wash over him. He licked his lips at the temptation before him, lying near-naked and prostrate, pale skin glowing beautifully with soft moonlight, a rich contrast against the deep black of the lake surrounding them.
The boat was unsteady, but safe, and although Oishi winced at what were undoubtedly splinters piercing his skin, it was easy enough to distract himself from the pain. A few tiny needles of wood weren’t going to get in his way.
Although large enough to accommodate both boys fairly comfortably, it didn’t leave much room for moving around, and both of them knew they were better off just getting straight to the point. Ever mindful of the state of his rear, Eiji had thought to hide a small tube of lubricant in his pocket, and pulled it out and placed it into the palm of Oishi’s hand with a smirk.
“Mmm, Eiji,” Oishi’s cock stirred at his lover’s bluntness, leaning down to capture his lips. Cicadas chirping, owls hooting, and the distant buzz of electricity at the campsite cantillated, creating an elegant backdrop to the sounds of their kisses, the delicate sucking and smacking of lips. Possessed by their bodies, time seemed to lag until they were kissing in slow motion, simultaneously soft and heavy, slow and deep. Eiji’s hands caressed the strong muscles of Oishi’s back, while Oishi’s hands cradled Eiji’s head, luxuriating in the silky texture of his hair. Oishi’s head began to feel heavy, too heavy to keep upright, and he had to force himself not to lie down on top of Eiji.
“Fuck,” he slowly broke off a kiss and pushed himself up slightly, hovering over Eiji. His lover’s face was flushed red, eyes partly closed to shape half-moons, lips puffy from kisses.
“Oishi,” Eiji whined through deep pants of his breath. He opened his eyes a little wider and ran his hands, cool to the touch, up Oishi’s arms, lightly scratching circles in his shoulders with his fingernails. With a sudden movement, he jerked his own shoulders and neck up, latching his mouth onto Oishi’s pulse and nibbling gently.
Oishi’s eyes fluttered shut with a breathy moan. With some hesitance, he grabbed Eiji’s shoulders and gently pushed him back down. He sat himself back up straight, running his hands down Eiji’s slim but muscular torso, until he reached his shorts, where a quick grab and pull pushed the material down his hips, revealing a deliciously swollen cock. Oishi’s mouth watered, but Eiji laughed at him, poking him in the leg.
“That’s not what I want,” he chided gently. “Take these off,” he ordered, wiggling his hips to get the shorts down lower. Oishi had to lean back, shaking the boat slightly, but they managed to extract the shorts without incident. Once off, Eiji hitched his ass up and spread his legs wide and invitingly.
Drawing a loud, heavy breath in appreciation, Oishi pressed both strong hands to either of the redhead’s thighs and pushed back, rocking Eiji’s ass up higher in the air. Understanding that they didn’t have a whole lot of space to get comfortable, Eiji hooked his arms around his knees and pulled them to his face, his flexibility allowing him to place both knees on his shoulders and still be fairly comfortable.
“Mmm, that looks nice,” Oishi teased, coating the fingers of both hands with lube. Staring hard into Eiji’s eyes, he took the boy’s cock in one hand while the other began to tease and massage his entrance.
Eiji shuddered as the cool, wet hands simultaneously grabbed at his two most sensitive spots, all while Oishi’s eyes bored into his own, entranced by the passion in his stare. His heart was pounding, his breathing harsh, and he couldn’t hold back a shaky whimper as Oishi slid a finger inside.
“Ah, Oishi,” he cried softly, arching his hips up and driving the digit in further. “Oishi, please,” he whined. “No teasing tonight.”
Oishi raised an eyebrow as his hands worked over his lover skillfully. “This is teasing?” he sounded amused.
Eiji gave a protesting whine. “It’s too slow. I’ve been wanting this all day,” his words came out as hiccups between moans and whimpers. “I can’t wait anymore, please.”
Oishi relented at the desperation in his voice. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d fucked without thorough preparation, and he knew from experience that if his lover said it was okay, there was no reason not to believe him. Hands still slick with lube, he rubbed them over his own cock, now hard as a rock at Eiji’s begging. Aligning the head of it with Eiji’s small opening, he steadied his weight on his knees and began pressing forward.
His head slid in immediately, and Oishi hissed as the redhead’s body’s instincts tightened sharply around his cock, almost pushing him out. It was only momentary, however, and a year-long history of experience allowed Eiji to relax his muscles quickly and easily. Eiji was biting his lips hard, and Oishi stilled, knowing he was in pain. He took the boy’s softening cock back into his hand and began stroking, distracting Eiji from pain with pleasure.
It took only the length of a minute, if that, for Eiji to relax his body and allow the penetration to deepen. Oishi began pushing in with small nudges, and Eiji quickly grew impatient. A pleasured cry ripped from his throat as he rocked forward, taking the entire length up his ass, and Oishi choked down a cry of his own at the sudden movement.
“Oh shit,” Oishi rasped, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to stay in control of himself. A wave of arousal rushed through him, causing him to sway slightly on his knees, and before he could clear his mind enough to perceive, he had lost his balance.
Eiji let out a frightened squeak as Oishi fell forward on top of him, and attempted to stop Oishi’s body with his hands. However, as he began to fall, Oishi regained control of his senses, and shot his arms out to the side of the boat to prevent himself from squashing his lover.
Oishi stopped just above him, and Eiji twitched at the sound of a couple splashes on either side of the boat, but couldn’t move his neck to see. They stared into each other’s faces for a few awkward moments before Eiji laughed softly, Oishi following in kind with a small flush of embarrassment.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, rising up somewhat and positioning himself above his lover comfortably.
Eiji smiled and ran his hands teasingly down Oishi’s chest that he could now reach. “Please continue,” he whispered and licked his lips seductively.
Oishi smirked and pressed a wet kiss to Eiji’s ankle, which was hovering near his head. “My pleasure,” he answered and began moving.
Eiji had been holding his head up a little to gaze at his lover, but it fell back down to the boat with a thud as Oishi drove into him in one quick movement and a stab of pleasure burned throughout his lower body. Oishi continued, his thrusts slow but fierce and deep, and the intensity of it made Eiji’s head swim and legs shake. Sensations felt like fire running through his blood, and sharp waves of hot pleasure pulsed in his groin, in his cock, in his ass, like a loud gong that reverberated into his bones, making even his toes tingle with a buzzing warmth.
He was right when he’d assumed he couldn’t take it slow tonight, and as Oishi’s thrusts increased in speed, the hard cock pushing mercilessly into his tight ass and against his prostate, Eiji knew he was going to come too soon, but was absolutely helpless to stop it. He fisted his cock in his hand and began stroking long and hard, and a few thrusts later, he gave a throaty cry as he orgasmed, shooting a generous amount of come, hot and sticky in thick streams, all over his sculpted stomach and chest.
Numbed out by the ecstasy, Eiji barely noticed as Oishi continued to rush into him with furious thrusts. Holding his lover’s now-lifeless legs up, Oishi continued fucking the tight ass wrapped like heaven around his cock. He felt himself nearing the edge, and his thrusts became shorter but faster, like his hips were spasming forward on their own accord. The pleasure built and built until it finally rushed through his cock, and he pulled out roughly right before coming, jerking himself off to orgasm and exploding onto his lover’s body, his own streaks of come falling and mixing with Eiji’s. He continued stroking himself until he was sure his orgasm had passed, and carefully laid himself down on top of his lover, capturing his lips in a lazy, languid kiss.
“Mmm,” Eiji moaned and pulled his head to the side, breaking their kiss. “Wash me?” he asked softly, panting and still a little shaky.
Oishi rose up with a tired smile and complied, cupping water from the lake in his hands and rinsing off the front of their bodies, careful not to get any on their discarded clothes piled at one end of the boat. When he finished, Eiji sat up, trembling, and nudged Oishi to lie down. Oishi suppressed a chuckle at the realization that he was supposed to be the pillow, but complied happily, wrapping his arms around Eiji as the boy practically flopped down on top of him.
“Eiji,” Oishi whispered into his hair, rubbing his back. “We should really be getting back.” He didn’t really want to move either, but knew they had to.
Eiji mumbled against his chest in protest, then turned his head to the side to give his mouth space to talk. “Catnap first?” he pleaded, rubbing his face into Oishi’s chest, purring as Oishi began running fingers through his hair.
“I suppose a small one wouldn’t hurt,” Oishi acquiesced with an amused sigh, feeling his eyelids droop. Just a short nap wouldn’t be a problem, he supposed.
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A “catnap” turned into the better part of the night, and as the first signs of morning began to stir, with birds chirping and sunlight awakening, Oishi awoke with a panic.
“Eiji!” he shook his boyfriend awake frantically. True to his feline nature, Eiji pawed at his hands, made some annoyed sounds, and stretched his limbs luxuriously.
“What is it, Oishi?” he asked sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes.
“It’s morning! We have to get back before anyone realizes we’re gone!” Oishi shifted around the narrow boat, grabbing and throwing on his clothes, his frantic motions causing the boat to jerk and water to slosh against the sides.
Eiji woke fully at the realization and the jumpy movements of the boat. He grabbed at the sides, steadying himself, and was jolted with shock as a fragment of memory flashed through his mind.
“Shit,” he said with dread, causing the panicky Oishi to stop and turn to him.
“What? What’s wrong?” He feared the worst, not even fathoming at that moment what “the worst” was, but knowing it was undoubtedly what had happened.
Eiji stared into his face, his own a classic portrait of horror. “The oars . . .”
He elaborated no further, clearly in shock, and Oishi scanned the sides of the boat.
“Shit.”
They stared into one another’s eyes for a good five minutes before the distant sound of a yell snapped them out of their trance.
“Oishi!” Now Eiji was the one panicking. “How are we gonna get back?” he clutched at Oishi’s legs.
Oishi’s gaze traveled from Eiji’s desperate face to the lake, and over and across it. “I guess we’ll have to swim.” His mind began to form a plan. “We’ll say we were up early and went for a swim.”
Eiji looked pained, and Oishi knew it wasn’t the best plan in the world, but it would have to do. He threw off his shirt again and nodded at Eiji to do the same. “Just leave our clothes in the boat, I’ll drag it back with me as I swim, okay? Since we’re obviously not going to go swimming with our clothes on, right?” He smiled, trying to diffuse the panic somewhat.
Eiji smiled back, still anxious, but knowing it was a good enough idea. Taking his shirt and shoes back off, he rolled off the side of the boat into the water, shivering at the cold temperature. Oishi followed him, and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before diving in and swimming, holding onto the tie line as he swam toward the shore next to Eiji.
They made it to shore without incident, and Oishi tied up the boat, hoping no one would notice the missing oars until after they were long gone, as Eiji grabbed their clothes.
“Let’s go straight to the showers, Oishi,” Eiji suggested, his hands shaking with anxiety. Oishi opened his mouth to agree when he heard leaves rustling on the edge of the wood. He looked over and felt his stomach sink.
“What, just getting back from a midnight screw?” Mukahi Gakuto leered at them with a grin. Oishi and Eiji were both rooted to the spot, both wearing the same dumbfounded expression.
Gakuto grinned even wider and laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” he sneered and rolled his eyes. “But you might want to hurry back, as your coach is looking for you. She was most frantic when she heard that you’d been gone all night.” With that, he turned and began walking back toward the camp.
Oishi and Eiji turned their heads and stared at one another for a good minute. It was Eiji who finally broke the horrified silence.
“Who?” The fear was evident in his eyes.
Oishi shook his head soberly. “Must be someone from Seigaku, to know we’d been gone all night.”
Eiji’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. He leaned against his boyfriend, wrapping both arms around one of Oishi’s. “We’re in deep shit, aren’t we?”
“Yeah,” Oishi replied numbly, and began dragging Eiji back toward the camp, the impending doom making him cringe with each step forward.
When they arrived, they were shocked and furious to realize that Gakuto had been bluffing. The entire camp was still asleep, save for them and the mysteriously avoidant Hyoutei redhead.
~FIN~
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@ James: I tried to combine both of your suggestions. I hope it didn't come out too bizarre. T__T