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Shuichi rushed into the apartment, dropping his coat in the general vicinity
of the closet and kicking his shoes off randomly. "Yuki!" he called out, and
rushed into the living room, not waiting for an answer. "You should have seen
us tonight! We kicked ass! I wish you could have come!" He skidded to a halt,
realizing the room was empty. He headed toward the writer's office, slightly
disappointed. "Yuki?" he said tentatively. He had been warned in no uncertain
terms not to disturb the other man while he was writing. If the door was
closed, that meant the room was off limits to him. "Yuki?" he said one more
time, quietly, forlornly, before wandering off slowly to flop down in front
of the TV, desolately changing channels. He resisted the urge to pout; there
was no one to impress. He and Yuki had shared an apartment for nearly a month
now; but that was all they shared. Shuichi slept on the couch, and despite
his best efforts, Yuki seemed unmoved by his charms. Despite their earlier
kisses, Shuichi truly wondered why Yuki had let him move in. Shuichi had just
thought the older man was shy, and at first he had thought it was cute. He
figured the man would warm up to him soon. But no matter how many times he
had flounced around in his short shorts, or wandered out of the shower
dressed only in a towel, Yuki seemed unmoved. He finally gave into the urge
to pout; he had no idea how to seduce someone, and he surely couldn't ask
anyone about it! He wanted so badly to be in those strong arms, to feel those
hands all over him, to be pinned beneath that incredible body. To make those
smoldering eyes burn for him.
The boy sighed; he was just a teenager! He had urges! Urges that were making
themselves known right now. Thinking about what he wanted to do with Yuki had
made him hard; and here he was, all alone as usual. Usually he went to take a
cold shower, or just tried to ignore the ache until it went away. But this
time he was feeling petulant, and wicked. He rubbed his erection through his
shorts. He hadn't bothered to change out of his stage outfit when he got
home, and now his hard flesh pressed against the zipper. The pressure against
the metal was uncomfortable, so he carefully unzipped the shorts. He sighed
with relief as his arousal sprang forth. That felt better. He looked around
guiltily. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to relieve the pressure just a little... He
wrapped his fingers around his cock and squeezed gently. He stifled a loud
moan. It felt so good! It felt even better if he imagined it was Yuki's hand
instead of his own.
Yuki sat in his darkened office; the only light came from his laptop. He
stabbed out another cigarette in disgust; he was writing drivel. He hadn't
meant for this book to be a romance novel; he had been trying to write a
historical novel this time. But every time he tried to write, his mind was
filled with visions of Shuichi; the brat could distract him when he wasn't
even there! And when he was there, it was even worse; that body, that sweet
face, that innocent seductiveness... god, he wanted nothing more than to
ravish the boy to within an inch of his life. But he couldn't... the boy
deserved much better than him. He deserved someone who could return his
affections. If he gave in to his urges, the boy would get the idea that he
loved him and who knew what would happen then... it didn't matter that Yuki
suspected that it was true, that he did love the boy. It would never work.
They were too different. Shuichi would get tired soon, get tired of waiting
for Yuki. Then he would leave, and the boy wouldn't have to feel guilty about
it. And maybe Yuki wouldn't miss him so much...
He heard the boy come in; wincing at the clattering noise Shuichi always
seemed to bring with him. The sound of life and love and.... Yuki made
himself stop that train of thought. He had to resist. Couldn't let himself
become more involved. Even if the reward would be so great... He tried to
stop his mind from wandering to what it would be like to touch Shuichi,
caress him everywhere... the few times they had kissed had only increased his
desire for more. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he tried once again
to ignore an erection brought on by the beautiful little singer. Damn it. Now
he could hear the TV, and he could just picture Shuichi, the way he slumped
on the couch, legs spread... This wasn't helping. Now he really couldn't
concentrate, and it had nothing to do with the sound of the TV. He slid his
hand down to the painful hardness, trying to adjust it. The slight friction
made him want to moan, but he stifled it. Or he thought he did. He had
definitely heard a moan just now, and it wasn't him. He really needed to
soundproof this room. Then he realized; Shuichi must be the one moaning. That
thought made him even harder, and drove away the rest of his restraint. He
found he was getting up, moving toward the door, before he even knew it. His
body knew what it wanted. He had to stop himself before he reached for the
doorknob. He leaned heavily against the door; that had been close.
Unfortunately, now that he was close to the door he could hear the moaning
more clearly. He had a moment of alarm; was Shuichi hurt? Maybe he was in
pain... he thought maybe he should check on him. But what if he was doing
what Yuki kept picturing him doing? And Yuki just walked in on it? Maybe the
boy wasn't even thinking of him... Yuki took a deep breath, completely torn
between need to see the boy touching himself and the risk of embarrassment at
being caught. Maybe if he just peeked... just eased open the door. He knew
the hinges were completely silent; squeaky doors were one of his pet peeves
and he made sure all the hinges were well-oiled. He could just ease the door
open a crack... He stood there, tempting himself. In the end, the thought of
seeing Shuichi overwhelmed all else; he began to ease open the door as slowly
Shuichi was lost now; the more he tried to ease the ache the bigger it got.
He whimpered with impatience and shuffled around until his shorts were down
around his knees and he had complete access to his hard cock. He wrapped his
hand fully around his own length, gasping at the feeling this brought. He
moved his hand up and down a few times, and let out an unintentionally loud
moan. It felt so good... moisture glistened at the tip and lubricated each
stroke. "Oh god... Yuki..." He stroked faster, clumsily, but soon found a
rhythm. He spread his legs as wide apart as the shorts would let him and ran
his hands up his thighs and over his balls, shuddering from pleasure and
picturing the older man doing this to him. "Yes..." He could feel his climax
building, so he slowed down, wanting to prolong the pleasure.
Yuki peeked through the slightly opened door guiltily; then forgot all about
feeling bad for intruding. What Shuichi was doing surpassed his fantasies...
he couldn't take his eyes off the boy's spread legs, his glistening cock
standing hard and tall in his own hand... Yuki's own cock was instantly rock
hard as he took in the scene. He couldn't remember how to breathe, couldn't
think of anything except watching the boy pleasure himself. He bit his lip to
keep from moaning out loud. "Shuichi..." he whispered to himself as he
watched the boy.
Shuichi's lips were moving; he was moaning and saying a word. It sounded
like... it couldn't be. Shuichi couldn't be moaning his name as he... Yuki's
hand stole down to his own pants, slipping inside the loose material to
squeeze his own arousal. A deep moan escaped him before he knew it; it
startled him so much that he let the door open too far. The hinges hadn't
been properly oiled after all; there was a definite squeak as the door swung
open. He watched as Shuichi's eyes flew open; he was caught.
"Y-yuki!" the boy gasped, his hand stilling and his cheeks flushing crimson
as he saw he was being observed. His mind raced; was there any way to explain
this away? Any excuse he could think of to make this better? Any way to save
himself? As he fumbled for something intelligent to say, he finally realized
something; Yuki was blushing as much as he was, and the older man... Yuki had
his hand in his own pants! Yuki was aroused! Shuichi's clouded mind tried to
process this. "Yuki?" he said more tentatively.
Yuki knew it was far too late; he was busted, and he was still so turned on
that he couldn't bring himself to remove his hand from his pants. It felt too
good. Too many nights of frustration, too many days of longing, built up to
the point that Yuki for once threw caution to the wind. "Shuichi... don't
"Yuki?" Shuichi was confused, but he wanted to do whatever the other man
wanted. He'd wanted to for so long. He slowly started to stroke again, every
touch magnified a thousandfold now that Yuki was watching. "Oh god..."
"Does it feel good, Shuichi?" whispered Yuki, coming closer, walking across
the room toward the younger boy. His hand still moved inside his own pants.
"Yes," moaned Shuichi, still embarrassed yet also incredibly aroused.
Yuki stood in front of Shuichi, finally removing his hand. Shuichi could
clearly see the outline of the man's erection pushing out the front of the
material. The boy licked his lips, still stroking slowly. Then Yuki pulled
off his shirt and pants quickly, standing naked in front of the boy. Shuichi
whimpered and stroked faster as he feasted his eyes on the gorgeous body
finally revealed to him. Lean muscles shifted under golden skin, thick
arousal standing straight up, intoxicating eyes fixed on him.
"Shuichi," murmured Yuki, kneeling in front of the boy, "I could help you
The boy nodded helplessly, still stroking, eyes locked with Yuki's.
Yuki smirked and kneeled in front of Shuichi. He tugged at the shorts and
removed them quickly. Then he moved between the boy's legs, spreading them
further apart. His arousal pulsed, desire radiating from it as he looked at
Shuichi revealed before him. The boy's huge eyes were glazed with need; his
face was flushed and he licked his full lips unconsciously. His shirt, his
only remaining garment, was pushed up, and his erection glistened with
desire. "Yuki..." moaned the boy desperately, as the older man pushed his
legs apart as wide as they would go, then let his thumbs brush the tender
skin near his entrance. Why had he waited so long? This was what he wanted,
to touch Shuichi, to make him moan his name... he needed to hear that more.
He lowered his head and swept his tongue up the length of Shuichi's arousal,
making the boy gasp. "Oh..." the younger boy had never felt such pleasure. He
was sure his cock was going to explode. Out of his control, his hands buried
themselves in Yuki's golden hair, trying to get more contact. He was a
creature of need.
Yuki licked again, this time pausing at the tip to swirl his tongue over the
end, tasting Shuichi's essence. This time the boy arched up off the couch,
driving his cock into the man's mouth. Yuki took it easily, sucking harder,
drawing the hot length into his mouth.
Shuichi screamed then, a strangled sound that surely sounded as if he were
dying. Yuki put one hand on Shuichi's hip to hold him still, and used the
other to wrap around the base of the boy's arousal. Up and down he bobbed his
head, taking all of the boy's hot cock in his mouth. He loved the sounds the
boy made; Shuichi's cries of pleasure were music to his ears. Since the first
time he had heard the boy sing, Yuki had longed to hear that voice raised
with desire. Now he needed to give the boy everything, show Shuichi how he
felt about him. He suddenly knew what he needed.
With a whispered, "I'll be right back," Yuki left the bewildered boy and
rushed to the bathroom. Within a minute he was back, and Shuichi moaned as he
felt Yuki take his cock back in his mouth. Then he felt something else...
feathery light touches around his entrance.
"Yuki..." gasped Shuichi, trying to speak coherently. "What... are... you
doing?" Then he felt a slick finger slide inside him, and he was no longer
worried about it. "Oh god... whatever it is, I want more..."
Yuki gave it to him, sliding in another lubed finger, driving them in and out
of Shuichi's tight body, until the boy was writhing and trying to bury the
fingers deeper inside him. "Nnn," was the only thing the boy could say. Then
Yuki added a third finger, and Shuichi went wild. "YUKI!" screamed the boy.
It was all Yuki could do to keep driving his fingers into the wiggling boy.
Then he removed them, and Shuichi whined. "Yuki?" Then the boy's eyes got
wider as he watched the older man smooth lube onto his hard cock. "Oh,
yes..." he hissed, unable to wait any longer.
"Is this ok, Shuichi? You want this?" purred Yuki, stroking himself.
"Oh, god, yes," breathed the boy, spreading his legs apart as far as they
would go. "Hurry..."
Yuki knelt on the floor; the low couch put Shuichi's entrance at just the
right height. The boy trembled with anticipation as he watched the blond man
press the tip of his cock against him. Then Yuki pushed, and Shuichi's eyes
rolled back in his head. The younger boy moaned, getting louder with every
inch of cock that disappeared into his body. "Oh Yuki," cried out Shuichi,
"It's... so...GOOD!" he finished, nearly at the top of his lungs now, as the
other man's cock was buried to the hilt inside him. He lay back, panting and
clutching at Yuki's arms.
Breathing hard from the effort of retraining himself, Yuki looked down on the
beautiful boy he was now intimately joined with. "Shuichi..." he breathed.
"Are you ok?" The tight heat of the boy's body gripped him, caressing him,
enticing him to thrust hard and deep. He held himself back. "You feel so
"Oh, Yuki," Shuichi almost cried. "I want more..."
His control faltered, his body driven insane by the need to take the boy and
fuck him senseless. "Shuichi..." he gasped out, unable to stop his hips from
making small thrusts. His world dissolved into pleasure as the boy's channel
gave him the most intense feelings he had ever had. "Tell me if I'm hurting
But Shuichi was beyond words now. He could only moan, and whimper, and clutch
at Yuki's arms. He wrapped his legs around the older man's back, urging him
deeper. Yuki accepted, pulling out and thrusting back into paradise. With
each stroke, Yuki drove deeper, faster, and Shuichi moaned louder. Driven
back into the cushions of the couch, the younger boy sobbed for more and Yuki
did his best to give it to him. The older man gripped Shuichi's slim hips,
slamming into the boy, addicted to his screams of pleasure.
It had been too long; Yuki knew he couldn't resist the building climax much
longer. With his last ounce of will, he wrapped a hand around Shuichi's cock
and pumped it roughly. The boy responded by screaming Yuki's name; his world
exploded and he came violently, arching against Yuki and digging his nails
deep into his flesh. Yuki couldn't feel the pain, though; all he felt was
Shuichi's body tighten around him, squeezing him tight, robbing him of all
control. He climaxed, groaning the boy's name, filling him with his seed.
Both men were frozen in their pleasure, unable or unwilling to move and break
the spell. Finally, Yuki fell forward, burying his face in Shuichi's hair,
whispering his name. "Shuichi..."
Shuichi lay back, satiated and dazed, brain unable to process that he and
Yuki had just made love. He held on tight to the other man, hoping the moment
would never end.