That Thing We Do (2):

It was like something out of one of those romantic mangas that Akari liked to read, complete with it’s bright pink background decorated with a million rose petals. They fell softly around their naked bodies, one slightly darker-colored than the other’s paler flesh. The boy swallowed tightly, hovering rather uncertainly above his companion. Should he just take the plunge and…

“Ah!” He squawked unconsciously as he felt his thing enclosed within warm fingers. Gasping, he stared into the teasing green depths below him and felt a stubborn lump in his throat. What to do…what to do now…?

“Mmmm…you are so big, Shindo. Are you sure you can fit inside of me? You might end up ripping me apart.”

Akira…

“You big, naughty, bad boy. You want to stick this deep within me, don’t you?”

“I…”

“But you want me to suck it off first, don’t you? You are practically dripping all over me, Shindo.”

The dark-haired boy gave a girlish giggle, his hands never stopping their stroking motion as Shindo gave up the fight to think coherently. He arched his back and closed his eyes, his lips parting to give out harsh breaths as he forced himself to take control of the situation. Oh, but this felt good. So very good. Before long, he found himself kneeling upon the bed and Akira’s head bobbing up and down before him.

God, but the boy was talented with his mouth.

Hikaru sank his fingers into the silky black locks and thrust harder and faster into his lover’s mouth, as Akira continued like a man possessed. How far could Shindo’s cock go down his throat? It seemed impossible, but Akira was deep throating him like a pro. Where the boy had learned such a thing was beyond the blond’s comprehension. But right now, none of those questions mattered because he could feel his orgasm about to rip through his body.

“Aaaaaaah, Touya!!” He cried out in pleasure as he arched his body off the bed. The rush of heat seared down his spine, causing him to curl his toes in anticipation and with a barely held back scream, Shindo exploded within Akira’s mouth, his entire body spasming uncontrollably as he collapsed back to his bed in happy satiation. Through lazy and hooded depths, he eyed the dark-haired boy as he sat up to wipe his mouth free of Shindo’s thick cum. The blond could have sworn that he had never seen a sexier sight and reaching out to caress Akira’s face, he tried to pull his head closer for a kiss.

But to his dismay, the figure of Akira seemed to be fading away and try as hard as he might to will the boy back to him, all he was left with was the lingering smile of his lover and the scent of something that was quite familiar to his senses.

With a dull groan, he rolled onto his side and clutched a pillow to his chest, only to use it to cover his head as the alarm went off with a shrill ring.

It was just another morning in the life of Shindo Hikaru.

Five minutes later, standing before the mirror of his bathroom and brushing his teeth quickly, he couldn’t help the feeling of anticipation and nervousness that coursed through his body.

Today was going to be the day. The Big Day!

He and Akira were finally going to go all the way and if his dream was any premonition of what was to take place, things might not be so bad in the end.

He rinsed and flashed a megawatt smile to his reflection. I have to wash myself extra carefully today. He reminded himself sheepishly as he stepped into the shower. He whipped out the new bottle of strawberry-scented shampoo that he had bought specially for today. Pouring a generous amount into his palms, he began to lather his hair and to scrub it as hard as he could. And humming a song beneath his breath, he wondered just what his lover-to-be was up to at this time.

Akira Touya remained silent and as still as death on his futon, gazing blindly at the ceiling high above him. The early morning sunlight rays had begun to streak into his bedroom, but he couldn’t get himself to move from his position. It felt as if a huge weight had fallen onto his body and he had been rendered immobile. But he knew just what was preventing him from making a move. Something that had been bothering him since he had gotten off the phone with Shindo yesterday afternoon.

He was going to lose his virginity today.

He groaned and closed his eyes, squeezing them shut tightly as he forced himself to think of anything else but the impending day with the blond.

What if he bailed out and told Shindo that he was sick? Because, to be honest, Akira felt anything but joyful at the moment. He was scared and nervous and it would have taken wild horses trampling all over him to get him to admit that.

“Akira-kun! Breakfast is ready!”

Was it that late already? He most have responded to his mother’s call for she replied back with something that sounded a bit like ‘Hurry up, then.’ Finally sitting up with another small groan, he buried his face in his hands and bit his lower lip in worry. Talking about sex and actually doing it were two completely different things. Did Shindo even have any idea of how much of a step this was in their relationship? Things were bound to get complicated from here on out and to make it worse…

“I don’t even know how to begin,” he whispered hoarsely as his gaze drifted towards the window of his room. He stared at the falling sakura leaves with his features contorted into one of worry. “What if he doesn’t want to do this anymore? What if he…what is he even doing right now?”

Shindo eyed his private parts and smirked even though his face flamed with color. That would need some extra washing as well, he thought ruefully as he promptly began to scrub away. It wasn’t as if he was hoping that Akira would give him a blowjob tonight, but it didn’t hurt to dream about it. And who knew? Maybe Akira had always had the secret desire to suck him off in such a way.

Oh, man. I can’t believe I am thinking like this.

Satisfied with how clean his nether regions were now – he was beginning to ache down there at this point, from scrubbing so hard - he knew that another part of him would have to be washed very well also. Fighting his blush, he closed his eyes and began to clean that special place that was bound to become even more special if he let Akira have his way.

Are you ready, Akira? I sure hope you are…

He tried to think of possible stone formations for already played games as he reached for the bucket of water to douse himself with it. But his thoughts always seemed to drift back to a certain blond and the possibility of seeing him naked for the first time ever. With a small cry, he closed his thighs together quickly, his pale skin reddening with embarrassment as the vivid image of Shindo standing before him in all his glory flashed through his mind.

He shook his damp locks quickly and stared into his reflection in the water before him. Besides the almost panicked look on his features, he noticed that he looked even paler. Was he that terrified of giving himself away to Shindo? Had they even said that they loved each other? No, Touya wasn’t sure that they had, but what had that got to do with anything? They were two teenage boys who were curious and wanted to share something this intimate, that’s all. Right? Right?!

He punched the water in frustration as no answer was forthcoming and with a small snort, deciding that sitting in the bathtub wasn’t going to solve his answers, he got up and out of it. And staring at his wide-eyed reflection in the mirror, he wondered why he had been thinking of himself as the one being taken.

Why couldn’t he be the one to take, Shindo?

He eyed his chest, which wasn’t as broad as he would have liked, the pink tips of his nipples, still rosy from the warm water he had stepped out from, to his flat torso and to the semi-erect cock staring back at him. Wiggling his toes on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, he smirked and gave a curt nod, having made a firm decision.

He was going to be the one to take Shindo Hikaru.

Mitsuko stared with bewilderment at her son as he wolfed down his breakfast like a man starved. She had never seen him this enthusiastic about her cooking - especially for breakfast - like this before. She idly wondered if he had won some big tournament. She could barely keep up with his Go schedule these days. But she couldn’t help feeling pleased at his demand for seconds and she willingly dished out some more miso soup for him, which was again, finished in less than five minutes.

“You must have been really hungry, Hikaru,” she commented quietly as she passed the bread rolls to him. “Didn’t you eat dinner last night?”

He nodded around a mouthful of the sweet dessert, before swallowing it quickly and grinning happily at her bemused visage. “I did have dinner, mom. I just feel like I need the extra food for…eh…energy.”

“Energy?” Mitsuko blinked in confusion. “I didn’t have any idea that Go took that much out of you, Hikaru.”

You have no idea just how much it’s bound to take out of me today, Shindo mused as he did the unthinkable and leaned close to place a soft kiss on her cheek. He pushed himself away from the table and reached for his backpack. “See you later tonight, mom. I will try to be back before eleven.”

“Ah…eleven?? Isn’t that a bit too lat…?”

“Bye, mom!”

The front door slammed shut with a finality that left the poor woman wincing at the sound. And knowing that the situation was out of her hands now, she could only give a soft sigh and rise to her feet.

“I hope you do well in whatever you choose to do, Hikaru.”

“Aren’t you hungry, Akira?” Akiko asked softly as she glanced at her silent son with growing worry. “Is it too hot for you?” Her gaze fell to the barely touched fish before him. “Is it too salty?”

Akira lifted his gaze and gave his flustered mother a small smile of reassurance before shaking his head softly. “It’s okay, mother. I am not…really hungry this morning.”

He winced as he felt her hand against his forehead. “You don’t have a fever,” she said quietly. “Is it your stomach then?”

I have a million and one butterflies in them right now, mother. “No, it’s okay. I have to be going to the institute right now, anyway.” He got to his feet before blushing furiously at the next words from his mother’s lips.

“You do look good this morning, Akira,” she said with a proud smile. “I don’t think I have ever seen you wear that shirt before. Is it new?”

The boy eyed the baggy blue and white-stripped sweater that made him look like a bit feminine in his opinion, over the dark blue jeans that hugged his slender frame like a second skin. So, why had he decided to wear it? Trying not to think of the reason why, he could only rise to his feet and reach for his bag with a wan smile. “Yes, it is new. I just felt like wearing it today, so…”

“I think you look very handsome in it.” She was going to continue, but seeing that her son was getting a bit uncomfortable, she smiled and waved him away lightly. “Run along now. You don’t want to be late again, do you?”

And not needing a second bidding, Akira said his goodbye and got ready to face his nemesis for the day.

Hikaru tugged at his plain white t-shirt with a grimace as he felt the sweat break out on his skin. At this rate, he would have to take another shower before doing anything with Akira tonight. He was getting even more nervous than ever before. All the bravado he had felt this morning seemed to have flown out the window as he stood before the motel that they had chosen as their meeting place. Neither had had the guts to actually do it in either of their homes, and so this had seemed like the logical choice.

He eyed his watch again, worrying his lower lip as he noticed that it was now almost noon. They had promised to meet in front of the motel by at least eleven and Shindo had been there on time.

He is not coming. He thought dismally, beginning to feel a huge wave of disappointment wash over him. He isn’t coming. Damn it! Akira…why??

He yelped as a hand was placed upon his shoulder and the sickening smell of cigarette and alcohol filled his nostrils as he noticed that he was about to be picked up by a male-whore. Backing away with mumbled excuses, he found himself bumping into another one, causing the panic to rise within him again. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. Could things get anymore disastrous than they already were? Closing his eyes, he got ready to open up his mouth to scream, when a familiar voice reached his ears.

“Hikaru!!”

“Akira!!”

He pushed his way through the sulking men and into the arms of the boy that was standing with bemusement etched on his features. “Hikaru? What was that..?”

“No time to talk now,” the blond interrupted quickly as he tugged on Akira’s arm and led him into the motel they had selected. They got the keys from the amused man behind the front desk as they practically ran up the stairs – well, Shindo was doing the running and Akira could only follow like a lost puppy.

Getting to their designated floor and room, Hikaru suddenly found the task of opening the door with the keys an impossible task for his hands were shaking so badly, he could barely think straight. Cursing beneath his breath, he stepped away and tried to calm his nerves. After two minutes of deep breathing, he gave his wary companion a winning smile and opened up the door to usher them into the small but rather comfortable looking room. It had only a queen sized bed and small side table with a lamp that looked rather…unstable. The windows – tinged with dust - were framed with dark curtains, giving the room even more shadows than necessary. There was also a small door that led to a bathroom and Akira was now staring at it as if wishing he could run inside and lock himself in there for the rest of the night.

The sound of something being dropped to the floor had Akira jumping a bit as he spun around to face Shindo. He tried to smile, but ended up lowering his lashes shyly as he noticed that Hikaru’s warm smile had turned into one of uncertainty.

“Is…is everything alright, Akira?” Shindo asked softly, feeling his heart hammer hard and fast against his chest. He was sure he would stop breathing if his partner was to say something terrible. But he knew he would have to make the first move or things were never going to go anywhere. Moving closer to the dark-haired boy, he leaned in for a soft kiss, unable to stop the small ray of hope that filled his being as Akira responded slowly. Neither touched each other yet, as if afraid that doing so would burst this illusion that they had created for themselves.

Their tongues met and danced with each other for a few wonderful minutes, before Akira pulled away with a soft sigh, his arms still wrapped tightly around his body. “Do…do you have the stuff, Hikaru?” He finally croaked out weakly.

Nodding softly, the blond moved towards his backpack and began to empty out the contents within it. Besides the extra pair of clothes he had brought, there was a packet of extra-sensitive condoms, which Akira noticed were…mint flavored?? Hiding a small smile, he watched the blond’s face furrow into one of concentration as he pushed aside several bottles of lubricants. Each of them had different flavors ranging from strawberry to lemonade. Akira rolled his eyes and picked up one of the small bottles. Sniffing it gently, he couldn’t help the nervous giggle that escaped his lips as he watched the color fill Hikaru’s features.

“Were you planning on eating me or something, Hikaru?” came the teasing question. “Why do we have such a variety of flavors here?”

The blond had the grace to blush as he reached for the bottle. “Haven’t you heard that variety is the spice of life, Akira-chan?” He stuck out his tongue playfully, glad to see that Akira was looking a bit more relaxed than before.

The 6-Dan sat down on the bed beside the goodies, swallowing tightly as he eyed the condoms. He cleared his throat and was about to ask the question, when Shindo beat him to the punch.

“Uuumm…are we…I mean…who gets to be on top?”

Akira met his gaze and even though Shindo had phrased the question in that manner, it was clear that the blond had already made up his mind that he was going to be the giver. Akira frowned at the look and raised a brow in defiance. “I will.”

Hikaru made a small sound of disbelief, before waving his hands towards the stuff spread out on the bed. “How come? I bought all of this, so I get to be on top, Akira.”

“That is not enough grounds to make you dominant, Hikaru. I could have easily bought them, you know.”

“Oh yeah, so why didn’t you?” came the taunt, that both knew the answer to. Akira had been too embarrassed to actually walk into the store to get any of the supplies. Well, Shindo did have the advantage there.

“That’s besides the point,” Akira snorted as he rose to his feet. “You cannot use that against me, you know that.”

“And where do you think you are going?” Hikaru asked, rapidly getting a bit annoyed at his partner’s lack of enthusiasm and willingness to cooperate. His dream hadn’t gone like this. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. They were supposed to be ripping each other’s clothes up and making out like there was no tomorrow. But no, as usual they had to be arguing over the most dumbest of things.

“To the bathroom, Shindo,” came the cold reply that had the blond bristling. And before he could make a suitable retort, the bathroom door had been closed shut with a resounding slam.

“Grrrrr…TOUYA!!”

Something that looked eerily like a bottle of lube was soon thrown against the bathroom door in abject frustration.

Akira wrapped his arms tightly around his raised knees as he stared at the white-tiled floor blindly. He could still hear Shindo pacing about the bedroom and he felt his heart sink even lower in dismay. He knew he was being difficult, but he couldn’t help it. He had seen the eager anticipation in Shindo’s eyes and had not been able to stop himself from feeling excited at the prospect of finally being with him, but then…his stupid nerves and shyness and worry had had to creep in to ruin things.

Forgive me, Hikaru. He begged silently. I am so shy and scared that I don’t want to disappoint you.

His thoughts were cut short as the pacing stopped. A loud ‘thump’ sound was heard and as Akira held his breath, he realized that Shindo was now sitting at the other side of the bathroom door, for his voice was so much closer now.

“I am sorry, Akira,” he began quietly, his voice filled with weariness even though he tried to hide the ache inside. “I…I should have known than to think that we could just rush into this without being fully prepared. We don’t have to do this today, if you don’t want to.” He gave a short laugh and ran fingers through his blond locks in frustration. “It’s just that…I was hoping that…

Akira continued to hold his breath waiting for Shindo to finish. But when he heard the sound of footsteps moving about again, he was suddenly filled with a sense of panic.

No, don’t leave yet, Hikaru!

He got to his feet and opened up the door quickly, only to squeak out breathlessly as his gaze fell on bewildered green ones before him. However, both faces turned to a dull pink as Shindo – now topless – had just been ready to change into a different t-shirt. Feeling extremely naked beneath Akira’s widened gaze, he shuffled from one foot to the other trying desperately to ease the now tense situation.

“I was just going to change into my other shirt,” he muttered defensively. “You don’t have to look at me like that. I promise I am not going to jump on you and…what…what are you doing?” Came the breathless question as he watched Akira pull the large sweater over his head to reveal that pale chest he had only seen in his dreams.

With his face as bright as a red Christmas bow, Akira replied back just as breathlessly. “We came here to do something, right? Well, what are we waiting for?”

Shindo could tell that the dark-haired boy was terrified and he was sure he looked the same way too, but giving a light nod, he held Akira’s gaze and placed his hands on the hem of his pants. “On the count of three, we pull them down and…”

“And run to the bed and slide beneath the sheets and turn off the lights,” Akira finished quickly. There really were no lights to turn off, but that didn’t matter right now.

Nodding at the suggestion, both boys – refusing to let go of each other’s gaze – counted softly beneath their breaths, before tugging their pants down their hips to reveal that neither had any underwear on. Hardly giving each other the chance to see their semi-erect cocks, they flew towards the bed and dove beneath the sheets, faces flaming red in embarrassment as they turned their backs to one another.

For several minutes only the sounds of heavy breathing filled the silence as each sought for a way to begin.

I have to make the first move. I just have to or else…

And turning around gently, Hikaru took a much-needed deep breath as he reached out to tentatively touch the expanse of smooth flesh that filled his gaze. He could hear Akira’s sharp intake of breath, and stiffened in anticipation for the possible rejection. Seeing none forthcoming, Shindo became a bit bolder as he closed his eyes and allowed his fingers to do the ‘seeing’ for him. Akira’s skin was soft, so soft that it felt as if he were touching the softest of cotton sheets. He licked his lips and slid his fingers lower, noticing faintly that their breathing was becoming even more ragged and short.

When had he come this much closer to Akira? He wasn’t sure, but what he did know was that touching his partner was something that he was beginning to cherish. A soft sigh escaped the dark-haired boy’s lips and Shindo stopped before the soft whisper was heard.

“Don’t stop…continue…”

Not trusting himself to speak, Shindo’s fingers slid to the other’s front, their journey leading him towards the pink hardened nipples that seemed to swell under his featherlike touches. Akira’s gasp became louder and Shindo figured that the boy was enjoying it. Rubbing them between his thumbs, he almost cried out himself as he felt his now hardened cock brush against Akira’s ass cheeks. Blushing and hoping that the other boy wouldn’t have noticed, he intensified his rubbing motions, listening to Akira’s soft moans become louder and louder. Again, his cock brushed against Akira’s back and thinking of moving away, he realized that the other boy was actually the one moving towards him!

Feeling his heart lighten with a giddy feeling of happiness, Shindo trailed his other hand down Akira’s smooth torso and towards something sticky and hard. Touya’s sharp cry and subsequent whimper had Shindo capturing the flesh and just as he had imagined in his dreams, he began to stroke it gently but firmly relishing in the slow thrusts against his neglected organ as Akira began to move his own body in rhythm.

“Hika…Hikaru…”

“Ha…what…what is it, Akira?” He asked huskily, his tongue darting out to trail hungry licks across the flesh of his lover’s shoulder. He was sure he was going to come just from hearing how deep and husky Akira’s voice had now become.

“Let’s…let’s do each other…” came the shy reply and before Hikaru could muster up a suitable answer, he found himself laying on his back and staring into his partner’s eyes. “Aaaah!” He bucked up sharply as he felt Akira’s hand on his cock and closing his eyes, he tried to breath evenly. Reaching for the other boy’s organ, he began to match his lover’s stroke for stroke, each boy now lying beside each other as they bodies arched off the bed, each knowing that they would reach their peak soon.

Low moans and steady cries of encouragement filled the air and before they knew it, both gave simultaneous cries of release as their thick essence coated their respective stomachs, hands and thighs. With weak grunts they fell back to the bed, neither of them having the guts to look at each other as they tried to catch their breaths again.

Finally, “You…you can let me go now, Hikaru…” Akira muttered thickly.

“Not if you let me go first, Akira,” came the weak reply.

They finally glared at each other, even though it wasn’t at full strength and hardly giving the other a time to think, their lips met in a crushing kiss that was filled with desperation and need. Groaning weakly, Shindo was the first to pull away, only to yelp in surprise as he felt something brush against his…

“Oh no, you don’t, Akira,” he whispered harshly as he stared into the unblinking and unrepentant ones before him. “I thought I told you that I would get to be on…aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!” He arched into Akira’s body, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the lone digit bury itself deeper within him. He tried to control his breathing, the pain at the invasion threatening to overwhelm him. The tears sprang to his eyes and Akira’s motions stopped as he stared at the flushed face in worry.

“I am sorry, Hikaru. I will stop now. I didn’t mean to…mmmmphhh!!” Shindo’s lips against his silenced his protests and knowing that the blond was not going to protest his actions, Akira grew bolder and continued to prepare his lover. He could taste the salt of Shindo’s tears and he fought the urge to break down as well as he struggled to make his lover feel the pleasure that was supposed to happen at some time to finally occur.

And just as he thought that Shindo would never stop crying with the pain, a harsh sob and a sharp buck of the blond’s body brought a triumphant smile to his face. He had finally found that spot and taking full advantage of it, he stroked it continuously while swallowing his lover’s whimpers of pleasure in another kiss.

“Do you like that, Hikaru?” He asked with a small smile as he released the blond’s lips. His smile widened at the shaky nod that was given and feeling a new sense of boldness wash over him, Akira placed another kiss on his lips before withdrawing his fingers. Shindo collapsed back on the bed with a small cry of protest as he watched Akira reach for some of the ‘supplies’. The 6-Dan reached for the condom and hiding his trembling hands from the blond’s gaze, he opened up the pack and swallowed down his nervousness.

This is it. No turning back now. I hope I do this right and don’t mess things up.

Aaaah! Why wasn’t the condom behaving itself?

“Do you need some help with that?” Shindo asked with faint amusement in his tone. “I practiced on my own…”

“Thank you, Hikaru,” Akira replied tightly as he finally managed to place the flesh colored protection over his cock. “I think I can manage on my own.” Now, that the little task of getting ready was done, what was left to do but to finally…

“Be gentle…” Hikaru mumbled softly against his shoulder, causing shivers of pleasure to course down his spine. “We…I…”

Akira gave a soft nod and spun around to push Shindo back to the bed gently. Swallowing the stubborn lump that had risen to his throat, he straddled Hikaru and then got off again as he realized that that position wouldn’t work very well. Blushing darkly, he coughed and asked softly. “Could you…eh…could you turn around, Hikaru? I think it’s better that way.”

Fighting his own feeling of embarrassment, Shindo did as he was told and squeezed his eyes shut as his fingers grabbed a hold on the headboard to steady himself. His body was as tense as a bowstring and Akira was finding it a bit difficult to pry the blond’s legs apart.

“Hikaruuu,” he whined. “Please relax a little. I can hardly do anything here.”

Try being in my position, Hikaru thought with a faint feeling of betrayal. He was supposed to be the one on top and now here he was having to go through Akira’s naïve actions. But all thoughts of being cheated flew out the window as he felt Akira’s tongue around his…

WHAT???

“Aki…Akira?!! What are you…aaaaahh….doing?”

“Preparing you,” came the simple response. And as the dark haired boy did something with his tongue around Shindo’s virgin opening, the blond felt as if he had suddenly turned to goo. With a soft cry, his head fell onto the pillow, his lips parted as he tried to gather his scattered wits. There was something not right about this picture. Akira was doing things to him that he had never thought possible…at least for their first time.

And just as he felt that the evening couldn’t get any more interesting, a ear-splitting scream of pain erupted from his throat as he felt Akira thrust his thick cock into him with no warning. Just as quickly, a hand was slapped over his mouth to silence him, Akira’s tongue playing within his ear as he whispered soft words of encouragement to him. The pain was mind-blowing and Shindo tried desperately not to pass out with the way his body seemed to be filled completely.

“Ah, Kami-sama!! It hurts, Akira!!” He finally bellowed, the tears falling out of his eyes again as he tried desperately to push the other boy off him.

“Shssh, it will pass, Hikaru. Just relax…”

“Fuck that! Get off me now!”

“You wanted to do this, so deal with it!”

“I don’t have to…aaaiieee! You’re ripping me apart, damn it!”

Akira had the grace to blush as he made no effort to stop pounding into Shindo’s body. He hated to admit that there was something strangely erotic about getting insulted while doing this to the blond. But now, it was time to show Shindo that it wasn’t all about the pain. He placed a hand beneath the other boy’s leg and lifted it up a little. This time he was rewarded with a loud gasp that had the blond arching off the bed with his mouth open in a silent ‘O’ of pleasure. He could barely hang on himself as he felt Shindo’s inner walls trap his aching flesh from all sides, making him feel the need to thrust even harder than before.

Shindo felt the world spin away from him as the pain was quickly replaced with one of such intense delight that he found himself begging Akira not to stop. He wasn’t going to last very long at this rate and with his hand reaching for his neglected cock to stroke himself to his fast approaching orgasm, Shindo finally gave in to his body’s cry for release as he came harder than he had ever done in his life. He could still feel Akira within him and bucking upwards sharply, he gave a small smile of satisfaction as he felt something warm trickle down his thighs.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and heaving bodies now drenched with sweat. It hadn’t been exactly like his dream, but it was close enough. With a low groan, he placed a leg across Akira’s thighs, his eyes fluttering closed as he kissed the area beneath the dark-haired boy’s chin gently. Neither of them said a word as they allowed the enormity of the situation to sink in slowly.

Akira’s arm went around his lover’s body, unable to stop the smile that came to his face as he realized that they had finally done it together. After all his worries and fears this morning, things hadn’t turned out to be so bad after all. And to make matters even better, he had been the taker.

“That will be the first and last time I ever let you be on top, Akira,” Shindo muttered thickly against his chest, causing the other boy to screech his thoughts to a halt. “After I get some rest, I am going to teach you a thing or two.”

Akira licked his lips and tried to hide his growing excitement by pretending to be angry. “What do you mean by ‘first and last time’? What makes you think that I am going to…eeep…sorry…sorry, Shindo…” He squeaked as he felt the squeeze on his cock again. “You win…”

“I thought so,” came the satisfied reply as he yawned and snuggled against Akira. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” He finally asked as an after thought. “Fun…but pretty messy.”

Touya gave a soft laugh and gave a small nod as he eyed the soiled sheets around them. “Can you imagine us doing this in my parent’s home. They would have a fit…eh? Why are you looking at me like that, Shindo? No…no way. We are not going to do it in my house, you hear me? Why can’t we do it in yours?”

“Are you crazy? And have my mother or Akari decide to drop by and say ‘hi’?”

“Well, you certainly aren’t having it in my house.”

“Neither are we having it in mine.”

They both eyed the room they were staying in before Akira mumbled softly. “We can be as loud as we want in here…”

“Pretty roomy too…”

“Yeah, it is.”

They stopped and stared at each other for several minutes before bursting into helpless giggles. And nuzzling each other gently, Akira whispered softly against Shindo’s lips, his eyes lighting up with a playfulness that was rarely seen by any other.

“Have your rest, Hikaru Shindo and once you wake up…”

Hikaru smirked and replied just as softly, as his heart pounded with an emotion that he could not define at this time. “I finally get to teach you a few tricks of my own.”

~OWARI~