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Title: Morning Calisthenics (2/2)
Rating: M
Characters: Silver Pair
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Author's Note: This is a present-o for you guys, who wanted smut with your fluff. ^^
Summary: ( Part 1. )
*
Throughout the weeks that followed, they really started exercising together. It was all very hands-on, with lots of long sliding touches and deeply heated stares. It was incredibly hot. But it also upped the frustration level by an order of magnitude.
There was the beautiful Ohtori, naked and drenched, leaning over Shishido's back to push him toward the floor for a long stretch -- Shishido could feel his breath softly against his ear, almost as if he was nuzzling it on purpose. But still, despite the extremely touchy-feely nature of their new exercise routine, Shishido found that he was in a worse situation than he'd been in before.
The only good part was that the intensity of the exercise helped keep his raging physical need at bay -- he had yet to embarrass himself, although he did notice that Ohtori had taken to wearing a jock strap underneath his boxers. Oof. And the mere thought of that was enough to make Shishido moan out loud.
But the younger boy still didn't seem to want to push it further, didn't want to do more than simply touch Shishido all over the place -- but only in the guise of "helping with exercises." Shishido even wondered whether he'd completely misinterpreted Choutarou's words in the first place. Did his roommate really want him, like that? Or was it all just some strange game Choutarou was playing to see how long Shishido could go before he broke and...and...and...
And so a different sort of status quo was achieved, one that went on for two whole weeks before Shishido once again noticed that Ohtori was acting weird.
"Choutarou, you've been working too hard, haven't you," Shishido said, worriedly. "Should we stop?"
He was helping Ohtori with a leg stretch. Ohtori's back was against the wall, and his heel was on Shishido's shoulder. Shishido was kneeling in front of him at crotch level, and Shishido's hands were gently massaging Ohtori's calf and thigh. Shishido rationalized the light touches by telling himself that at least he was getting some relief from his desires, even if it wasn't remotely sexual for his roommate.
"N-no," Ohtori managed, "Please...don't stop, senpai!"
"You're panting," Shishido pointed out, "and your whole body is totally flushed. I think that last set of push-ups did you in." Shishido let his touch go lighter, almost tickling the soft skin and light hair of Ohtori's inner thigh.
Ohtori groaned then, loudly, and clamped his hands down over Shishido's. The younger boy hung his head.
Shishido looked up, surprised.
"I--can't. I can't do this any more."
"I'll stop," Shishido said immediately, and thought damn, "I'm sorry I was touching you like that. I just really like the way your skin feels, Choutarou. It's soft, covering over all those hard muscles. It feels great against my fingers, and my--" Shishido hesitated, "well, against my body too." Then he blushed.
But Ohtori was staring at him. He took his leg off Shishido's shoulder and knelt in front of him.
"You like this, how I feel?" Ohtori said a bit breathlessly, "I didn't know, senpai. I couldn't tell at all. I thought you were just doing this for my sake..." Ohtori's glance strayed down to Shishido's crotch.
Oh. That.
"Choutarou..." Shishido breathed. And then gently, softly, brought his hand up to touch Ohtori's cheek. Time went white around them for a moment, and Ohtori's large sweet eyes almost looked to Shishido like wide-open sakura blossoms. The younger boy nestled his cheek down into Shishido's hand, and then half-turned to hesitantly brush Shishido's palm with his lips.
"Hmmm. How do I put this? Lately I've gotten very, very good at multiplying things with Pi..."
Relief flooded Choutarou's face, and his mouth against Shishido's palm went wide in a grin. "Senpai," Ohtori said softly, and then suddenly he moved very, very close to Shishido. "Ryou..."
Shishido leaned in before Ohtori was done, and tasted the last letters of his name on Ohtori's soft lips.
Sweaty, bare torso met sweaty bare torso as Shishido felt Ohtori's lips with his own. And when, hesitantly, Shishido's mouth opened, Ohtori's opened in a synchronous unison. Their tongues touched in a softly slippery slide, and Shishido's self-control went completely out the window.
Shishido felt it, then, a little higher than his own. They were touching, down there. If it wasn't so completely hot, he'd be totally embarrassed.
But then Ohtori broke their kiss. "Senpai, have you been using my toothpaste again?" his tone was teasing, but his hands, sliding carefully down Shishido's sweaty waist, were quite serious.
"Do you like the taste of your toothpaste on me, Choutarou? Want more?"
This time, when they kissed, they kissed around grins. Ohtori tasted good -- so incredibly good. Their tongues were careful and tentative at first, but soon they were both panting into each other's mouths. Shishido's hands roamed greedily all over the younger boy, rubbing and grasping and holding all of the hard muscle he'd been lightly stroking over the past weeks. Choutarou's body was amazing...
But just before getting completely lost in the sensation, Shishido noticed that his neck hurt. He broke their kiss and stared at the rosy-cheeked young man in front of him.
"Damn you for being taller than me," Shishido said in chagrin, rubbing the back of his neck.
But instead of apologizing or feeling awkward, somehow Ohtori once again knew exactly what to do. He rose, and in a fluid movement picked Shishido up and cradled him in his arms. Then he walked them both over to Ohtori's neatly made bed, and lay Shishido carefully on top of the coverlet.
"What--what--wait--" Shishido spluttered, suddenly feeling strangely like a bride. "I"m all sweaty," he finished lamely.
"I am too," Choutarou said smiling, and then bit his lip.
"What?" Shishido once again wondered what would happen next, and having Ohtori loom over him while he felt so vulnerable, lying on his bed like that, felt strange.
"I've wanted to see you there for a long, long time," Ohtori said simply, and then carefully lay down next to Shishido, but made sure that his head was slightly lower. He grinned up at Shishido mischievously. "Better?"
"Almost," Shishido breathed, and felt Ohtori's body pressed against his, length to length, in a heady rush of sensation. "Actually, this is what I've wanted for a long, long time," and he wrapped his arms around Choutarou's body and rolled.
Ohtori was now lying squarely on top of Shishido, their bodies pressed firmly against each other, and Ohtori's arms bracing himself from completely crushing Shishido.
"This is what I've dreamed of," Shishido said softly, staring into his partner's eyes.
Choutarou took a strand of Shishido's long hair in his fingers and twisted it, staring down at Shishido with an expression that grew increasingly more heated as he seemed comprehend exactly what he'd be allowed to do in such a position. And suddenly, with a moan, he buried his face in Shishido's neck.
It felt so good, Shishido thought in a daze, feeling lips and teeth against some very sensitive skin. If it felt so good, why the hell hadn't they done it sooner? Oh right -- they were both complete idiots...
And so, with the same quiet rhythm they'd worked on for doubles, they got into sync with each other's bodies.
They played with all of the places they'd longed to touch on each other (except for there), and kissed and licked and sucked and tasted all of the places they'd wanted to on each other (but not that), but then, after ignoring the insistent sound of the bell signaling the start of classes, Shishido realized with a sudden small bit of annoyance that things were probably going to end worse than they'd started.
But then -- "Senpai..." Choutarou whispered, lips softly grazing Shishido's earlobe, "...Ryou, if you want to stop, we can stop. But if you want, I'd like to help you here..."
And then, softly, Choutarou put his hand on Shishido's boxers -- lightly touching his hard (and almost painful, at this point) cock.
His touch nearly sent Shishido through the roof.
"Okay --" Shishido gritted his teeth and tried not to buck himself into Ohtori's hand, "but only if you let me touch you too."
They looked at each other for a long moment, and Shishido hoped to hell that it would get less awkward in time.
But then Choutarou simply pulled down the waistband of Shishido's boxers, wrapped his fingers around Shishido's cock with the assurance of someone who -- oh, right -- of someone who had one of his own, and squeezed.
"K-kiss me when you do that," Shishido gasped, and then, tongue once again sliding hotly against tongue, Shishido put aside his own shyness and delved his own hand under Choutarou's sweaty underwear.
It felt different from his own, but better. Much like the hand that held him in a knowing grasp felt better than his own. Choutarou liked to play with the tip, Shishido noted, and (blushing hotly) did the same. Their sweat made everything slippery, and their spit too. Shishido felt drenched from sweat and spit and heat, and their unconscious sliding and rocking into each other, tongues probing and cocks wet and hot, sent Shishido completely out of his head.
And then Shishido felt Ohtori's cock swell in his hands, and felt the younger man's teeth against his collar bone as Ohtori moaned into the bite, and Shishido knew in a dazed kind of way that they were going to come.
"Wait --" Shishido gasped, "Your -- comforter --"
"Screw--the--comforter--" Ohtori managed, and flung his head back and thrust hard into Shishido's hand.
The moment was long and firey and slippery and tight and mutual, and Shishido felt their cocks and hands touch as they came, gasping, adding one more fluid to the spit and sweat. Then Choutarou sank down onto Shishido, rubbing their sticky stomachs together, kissing him one last time.
And then Ohtori's kiss turned into a very goofy smile.
"Next time we can dirty up your bed," Choutarou said teasingly, hand still lightly touching Shishido's (still very hard) cock.
Shishido looked at him sternly. "Next time, darlin'," he said, flicking Ohtori's nose lightly with his fingertip, "we'll just do it in the shower."
And finally (Shishido gathered, as Choutarou "mmm'd" happily and grabbed him close in an almost unbearable squeeze), Shishido found that he'd said exactly the right thing.
Rating: M
Characters: Silver Pair
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Author's Note: This is a present-o for you guys, who wanted smut with your fluff. ^^
Summary: ( Part 1. )
*
Throughout the weeks that followed, they really started exercising together. It was all very hands-on, with lots of long sliding touches and deeply heated stares. It was incredibly hot. But it also upped the frustration level by an order of magnitude.
There was the beautiful Ohtori, naked and drenched, leaning over Shishido's back to push him toward the floor for a long stretch -- Shishido could feel his breath softly against his ear, almost as if he was nuzzling it on purpose. But still, despite the extremely touchy-feely nature of their new exercise routine, Shishido found that he was in a worse situation than he'd been in before.
The only good part was that the intensity of the exercise helped keep his raging physical need at bay -- he had yet to embarrass himself, although he did notice that Ohtori had taken to wearing a jock strap underneath his boxers. Oof. And the mere thought of that was enough to make Shishido moan out loud.
But the younger boy still didn't seem to want to push it further, didn't want to do more than simply touch Shishido all over the place -- but only in the guise of "helping with exercises." Shishido even wondered whether he'd completely misinterpreted Choutarou's words in the first place. Did his roommate really want him, like that? Or was it all just some strange game Choutarou was playing to see how long Shishido could go before he broke and...and...and...
And so a different sort of status quo was achieved, one that went on for two whole weeks before Shishido once again noticed that Ohtori was acting weird.
"Choutarou, you've been working too hard, haven't you," Shishido said, worriedly. "Should we stop?"
He was helping Ohtori with a leg stretch. Ohtori's back was against the wall, and his heel was on Shishido's shoulder. Shishido was kneeling in front of him at crotch level, and Shishido's hands were gently massaging Ohtori's calf and thigh. Shishido rationalized the light touches by telling himself that at least he was getting some relief from his desires, even if it wasn't remotely sexual for his roommate.
"N-no," Ohtori managed, "Please...don't stop, senpai!"
"You're panting," Shishido pointed out, "and your whole body is totally flushed. I think that last set of push-ups did you in." Shishido let his touch go lighter, almost tickling the soft skin and light hair of Ohtori's inner thigh.
Ohtori groaned then, loudly, and clamped his hands down over Shishido's. The younger boy hung his head.
Shishido looked up, surprised.
"I--can't. I can't do this any more."
"I'll stop," Shishido said immediately, and thought damn, "I'm sorry I was touching you like that. I just really like the way your skin feels, Choutarou. It's soft, covering over all those hard muscles. It feels great against my fingers, and my--" Shishido hesitated, "well, against my body too." Then he blushed.
But Ohtori was staring at him. He took his leg off Shishido's shoulder and knelt in front of him.
"You like this, how I feel?" Ohtori said a bit breathlessly, "I didn't know, senpai. I couldn't tell at all. I thought you were just doing this for my sake..." Ohtori's glance strayed down to Shishido's crotch.
Oh. That.
"Choutarou..." Shishido breathed. And then gently, softly, brought his hand up to touch Ohtori's cheek. Time went white around them for a moment, and Ohtori's large sweet eyes almost looked to Shishido like wide-open sakura blossoms. The younger boy nestled his cheek down into Shishido's hand, and then half-turned to hesitantly brush Shishido's palm with his lips.
"Hmmm. How do I put this? Lately I've gotten very, very good at multiplying things with Pi..."
Relief flooded Choutarou's face, and his mouth against Shishido's palm went wide in a grin. "Senpai," Ohtori said softly, and then suddenly he moved very, very close to Shishido. "Ryou..."
Shishido leaned in before Ohtori was done, and tasted the last letters of his name on Ohtori's soft lips.
Sweaty, bare torso met sweaty bare torso as Shishido felt Ohtori's lips with his own. And when, hesitantly, Shishido's mouth opened, Ohtori's opened in a synchronous unison. Their tongues touched in a softly slippery slide, and Shishido's self-control went completely out the window.
Shishido felt it, then, a little higher than his own. They were touching, down there. If it wasn't so completely hot, he'd be totally embarrassed.
But then Ohtori broke their kiss. "Senpai, have you been using my toothpaste again?" his tone was teasing, but his hands, sliding carefully down Shishido's sweaty waist, were quite serious.
"Do you like the taste of your toothpaste on me, Choutarou? Want more?"
This time, when they kissed, they kissed around grins. Ohtori tasted good -- so incredibly good. Their tongues were careful and tentative at first, but soon they were both panting into each other's mouths. Shishido's hands roamed greedily all over the younger boy, rubbing and grasping and holding all of the hard muscle he'd been lightly stroking over the past weeks. Choutarou's body was amazing...
But just before getting completely lost in the sensation, Shishido noticed that his neck hurt. He broke their kiss and stared at the rosy-cheeked young man in front of him.
"Damn you for being taller than me," Shishido said in chagrin, rubbing the back of his neck.
But instead of apologizing or feeling awkward, somehow Ohtori once again knew exactly what to do. He rose, and in a fluid movement picked Shishido up and cradled him in his arms. Then he walked them both over to Ohtori's neatly made bed, and lay Shishido carefully on top of the coverlet.
"What--what--wait--" Shishido spluttered, suddenly feeling strangely like a bride. "I"m all sweaty," he finished lamely.
"I am too," Choutarou said smiling, and then bit his lip.
"What?" Shishido once again wondered what would happen next, and having Ohtori loom over him while he felt so vulnerable, lying on his bed like that, felt strange.
"I've wanted to see you there for a long, long time," Ohtori said simply, and then carefully lay down next to Shishido, but made sure that his head was slightly lower. He grinned up at Shishido mischievously. "Better?"
"Almost," Shishido breathed, and felt Ohtori's body pressed against his, length to length, in a heady rush of sensation. "Actually, this is what I've wanted for a long, long time," and he wrapped his arms around Choutarou's body and rolled.
Ohtori was now lying squarely on top of Shishido, their bodies pressed firmly against each other, and Ohtori's arms bracing himself from completely crushing Shishido.
"This is what I've dreamed of," Shishido said softly, staring into his partner's eyes.
Choutarou took a strand of Shishido's long hair in his fingers and twisted it, staring down at Shishido with an expression that grew increasingly more heated as he seemed comprehend exactly what he'd be allowed to do in such a position. And suddenly, with a moan, he buried his face in Shishido's neck.
It felt so good, Shishido thought in a daze, feeling lips and teeth against some very sensitive skin. If it felt so good, why the hell hadn't they done it sooner? Oh right -- they were both complete idiots...
And so, with the same quiet rhythm they'd worked on for doubles, they got into sync with each other's bodies.
They played with all of the places they'd longed to touch on each other (except for there), and kissed and licked and sucked and tasted all of the places they'd wanted to on each other (but not that), but then, after ignoring the insistent sound of the bell signaling the start of classes, Shishido realized with a sudden small bit of annoyance that things were probably going to end worse than they'd started.
But then -- "Senpai..." Choutarou whispered, lips softly grazing Shishido's earlobe, "...Ryou, if you want to stop, we can stop. But if you want, I'd like to help you here..."
And then, softly, Choutarou put his hand on Shishido's boxers -- lightly touching his hard (and almost painful, at this point) cock.
His touch nearly sent Shishido through the roof.
"Okay --" Shishido gritted his teeth and tried not to buck himself into Ohtori's hand, "but only if you let me touch you too."
They looked at each other for a long moment, and Shishido hoped to hell that it would get less awkward in time.
But then Choutarou simply pulled down the waistband of Shishido's boxers, wrapped his fingers around Shishido's cock with the assurance of someone who -- oh, right -- of someone who had one of his own, and squeezed.
"K-kiss me when you do that," Shishido gasped, and then, tongue once again sliding hotly against tongue, Shishido put aside his own shyness and delved his own hand under Choutarou's sweaty underwear.
It felt different from his own, but better. Much like the hand that held him in a knowing grasp felt better than his own. Choutarou liked to play with the tip, Shishido noted, and (blushing hotly) did the same. Their sweat made everything slippery, and their spit too. Shishido felt drenched from sweat and spit and heat, and their unconscious sliding and rocking into each other, tongues probing and cocks wet and hot, sent Shishido completely out of his head.
And then Shishido felt Ohtori's cock swell in his hands, and felt the younger man's teeth against his collar bone as Ohtori moaned into the bite, and Shishido knew in a dazed kind of way that they were going to come.
"Wait --" Shishido gasped, "Your -- comforter --"
"Screw--the--comforter--" Ohtori managed, and flung his head back and thrust hard into Shishido's hand.
The moment was long and firey and slippery and tight and mutual, and Shishido felt their cocks and hands touch as they came, gasping, adding one more fluid to the spit and sweat. Then Choutarou sank down onto Shishido, rubbing their sticky stomachs together, kissing him one last time.
And then Ohtori's kiss turned into a very goofy smile.
"Next time we can dirty up your bed," Choutarou said teasingly, hand still lightly touching Shishido's (still very hard) cock.
Shishido looked at him sternly. "Next time, darlin'," he said, flicking Ohtori's nose lightly with his fingertip, "we'll just do it in the shower."
And finally (Shishido gathered, as Choutarou "mmm'd" happily and grabbed him close in an almost unbearable squeeze), Shishido found that he'd said exactly the right thing.