(Archiver's Note: Nagyra took this fic down from her website for reasons unknown to me, hence my archiving it here. IF and only IF Nagyra found this out and wanted me to take it down too, then I will. Nagy, just say the word girl.)
This fic is dedicated to Elis--you hentai!
Hanamichi lay sprawled on his bed, hands cushioning his head. It was a nice Saturday morning. Rukawa spent the night again and he was, at the moment, taking a shower.
The redhead lazily observed the pieces of clothing that littered his room. Each piece had managed to find it’s way in the most unlikely places. With sigh, he gazed up at the ceiling, waiting patiently for Rukawa to finish with his shower.
They made love again--perhaps for the hundredth time, no, definitely more than that--last night and Hanamichi mechanically replayed the more significant events in his mind as he was wont to do. He yawned.
He was bored as Hell. He and Rukawa had been going out for more than a year now ever since their rather comical union during summer following their freshmen year--but of course, THAT was for another story.
Recently, he’d been feeling . . . well, bored. Since the end of their sophomore year, basketball has become his past time more than anything else--well, besides sex. Usually, he’d play one-on-one with Rukawa and occasionally, he’d bump into Ryota who had just recently graduated and they’d have their own match.
He’d long given up mischief with Youhei and his "army" however they DID still hang out. But his life was mostly centered on Rukawa now. Rukawa. Rukawa. Rukawa. Well, frankly, he was bored with . . . Rukawa?
Hanamichi frowned as he sat up, the sheets that covered his naked self sliding down to his lap. That can’t be right.
He scratched his head, then he ran his fingers through the tangled red locks. He was bored with Rukawa?
Hanamichi’s brows furrowed. Well, he still loved Rukawa to bits. They still fought over the simplest of things--and still ended up making love afterwards.
The redhead stood up and peeked through the open door that led to his shower to catch his Fox taking a bath. He still admired Rukawa’s beauty. He sat back on his bed and scratched his head some more.
For the past month following the end of sophomore year, Rukawa had been spending quite a lot of time at Hanamichi’s place and the redhead’s mother had even once told him how much they were like husband and wife already. Hanamichi being the "wife" of course--his mother said that too, much to the redhead’s chagrin.
Rukawa would cook sometimes and the food was good. The food was still good.
Rukawa would give him some nice-smelling Magnolias occasionally, and Hanamichi still loved them.
Rukawa would smile more than he usually did now and it still took Hanamichi’s breath away.
So what was wrong?
The water flowing from the shower room had stopped and Rukawa marched in the room wrapped only in a thin white towel that was too short to do much good. It was perhaps just for modesty’s sake--not that Rukawa had anything to hide from Hanamichi at all. He’d seen everything there was to see.
After a few seconds of looking at his boyfriend, Hanamichi removed his gaze and fixed it on the wall where a poster of Michael Jordan hung. And then he realized that watching Rukawa was like watching that poster--not that Hanamichi felt attracted to Michael Jordan. He wasn’t. Not by any stretch of the imagination. It was just that he was so used to seeing Rukawa all wet and hot and SO delicious it sort of . . . well, lost it’s novelty. For a while, he hoped.
"At least for a while," Hanamichi said aloud.
Rukawa looked up while in the process of putting his underwear on--towel already discarded on the floor.
Yup. He’s seen that a million times already too.
"What?" His lover asked.
Hanamichi shook his head. "Nothing." That was just it. Nothing. Nothing ever changes. When school was still there, they’d go to basketball practices and games together, and they’d also leave together. They’d hang out on the school roof or at the nearby fast-food together. Hell, they even STUDIED together--a call of necessity, of course. They had been failing and the thought of being kicked out of the team because of their low marks wasn’t exactly pleasant.
And when the school year had ended, they were still together. They’d play together, sleep together, go to the carnival together--oh and they even got caught doing naughty things in their compartment of the Ferris Wheel--a power failure had them stuck on the very top for a good two hours, and there was a full moon too plus a conveniently stored tube of lube inside Kaede’s back pocket. Who could blame them?
But anyway, he did EVERYTHING with Rukawa now. And it was just so . . . boring. Not that he wanted to spend time away from Rukawa, that seemed a bit unbearable as well. He just needed to . . . try some new stuff.
Although, like he had said before, the food was still very palatable, the flowers were still sweet, the guy was still drop-dead gorgeous.
Rukawa had just finished dressing up and he walked over to Hanamichi to give him one long and delicious kiss. "Mm," he whispered after Rukawa pulled away. The kisses were still very yummy too.
When he was pushed back onto the bed and covered with even more tributes all-over his face and neck, he smiled and pushed away his thoughts to be contemplated again on another time.
An hour later, he lay on the bed, tired and tremendously sated. Rukawa lay beside him--slightly on top of him actually, sleeping. Rukawa still LOVED to sleep and Hanamichi still loved watching him sleep.
"So much for a shower," Hanamichi whispered with a deep sigh. Oh well, the sex was still great too.
Then he frowned. Just not THAT great. He frowned some more. Rukawa was still good in bed, that was for sure. He still knew where and when and how to thrust. He still knew when to be rough and when to be gentle, just the way Hanamichi liked it.
But . . . he always did anyway.
Hanamichi sat up, gently pushing Rukawa off him. The boy rolled over on his side, grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it to himself before drifting off to sleep again.
Oh, and Rukawa still liked to cuddle after sex. Hanamichi still enjoyed that too. But something was wrong. With a deep sigh, he sat up and threw on some clothes, leaving a quick note on the table saying he was going out for a while and that he would be back in an hour.
With one last look at Rukawa, he left his room, greeting his mother and father a "Good morning!" and a "Rukawa’s still asleep." Then he headed outside and off he went with no particular destination. He just needed to think.
He found himself in the park, sitting on one of the swings where he and Rukawa had kissed for the first time--believe it or not. But again, that was for another story.
Now he was thinking over his current predicament.
"Hanamichi?"
Hanamichi’s head snapped up and he found himself looking directly at the smiling face of Akira Sendoh. He blinked, forgetting that his usual reaction whenever he saw the newly graduated student of Ryonan was to clench his fists and roar.
"What a pleasant surprise!" Sendoh said cheerfully, falling onto the swing right beside him.
It didn’t seem right. "Get out of there," Hanamichi said, narrowing his eyes
"Eh?" Sendoh blinked innocently.
"That’s Kaede’s place."
Sendoh blinked some more, then his lips twitched to an amused smile. "Well, I don’t see Kaede anywhere and this is a public swing you know. Kids sit on this swing all the time."
"Are YOU a kid, Sendoh?"
"Er--" Sendoh looked rather embarrassed after that remark and he sighed heavily. "No . . . I was just saying that anyone could sit on this swing whenever they want to--given that it’s empty of course."
Hanamichi’s eyes were still narrowed. "What’s your point?"
Sendoh sighed heavily and stood up. "You looked as if you were deep in thought. Just wanted to see if there was anything I could do. We haven’t seen each other for a long time. I heard you and our dear darling Kaede started dating, huh? You still together, I presume?"
"Yeah," Hanamichi said, crossing his arms. He felt grumpy all of a sudden. And he was never exactly grumpy. Irritated maybe, but never grumpy. Maybe Rukawa’s attitude was rubbing off on him. Then again, Rukawa was never grumpy either. Silent, but never grumpy.
He ran his hand through his hair. "I’m a mess!"
"Actually, you look great," Sendoh said pointedly. "You really have been working out. Plus, there’s the glow of an active sex-life on your cheeks."
Hanamichi shot up. "Excuse me?!"
Sendoh gave him his usual grin. "What? Did I hit a mark?"
Hanamichi wanted to pound him, but his fighting days with anyone else besides Rukawa had been over a long time ago and he quickly restrained himself. He dug his hands into his pockets and walked away, muttering curses.
"Hey! Wait up!" A sound of running footsteps told him Sendoh wasn’t going to quit, so Hanamichi stamped his foot once on the ground and turned around. "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."
"But satisfaction brought it back," Sendoh added with a cheeky smile. [1]
"I don’t like you."
This didn’t seem to affect Sendoh at all. "You know, a few months back I had the same expression on my face. The one you’re wearing now. You’re bored aren’t you?"
Hanamichi blinked. Sendoh being perceptive? He looked at the sky. Nope. It hasn’t fallen yet. He turned back to Sendoh and in a moment of sheer preposterousness he opened his mouth and said: "I’m thirsty, wanna get a drink?"
Hanamichi sat on one side of the booth in the small cafe he and Sendoh had come into. He ordered a nice cup of hot chocolate while Sendoh engorged himself in a double cheeseburger, fries and a root beer float.
Sendoh looked at his watch. "I’m so hungry. I’ve been waiting for Hiro-love for two hours now. He’s attending this seminar for his Economics Organization in the university. After that, we’re planning to go and watch a movie. I’ve arranged a reservation over at Outback for dinner, and I’ve ordered him a dozen red roses. It’s our first year anniversary, you know. I promised him I won’t be planning anything too ostentatious, so I thought maybe a dinner, a movie and roses would be--"
Hanamichi rested his chin on his hand as he listened to Sendoh ramble on about his "plans" with Koshino that night. But when he started going into his plans AFTER dinner in detail, Hanamichi snapped.
"Listen, Sendoh, I didn’t invite you for a drink to listen to your naughty plans for Koshino tonight."
"Ohf cos," Sendoh said between mouthfuls or hamburger bits. He swallowed his food and took a big gulp of his root beer float. Then he folded his hands neatly in front of him. "We’re here to talk about your boring relationship with our dear darling Kaede."
"It’s NOT a boring relationship, okay! It just . . . lost it’s savor for a while," Hanamichi snapped. "And would you stop calling Kaede that?!"
"Okay, okay, okay," Sendoh said, raising his hands. "Wanna tell me the details?"
"No."
"I thought so," Sendoh muttered under his breath, but he got his smile back again. "Okay. Um, WHAT exactly lost it’s savor for a while?"
Hanamichi blinked, then blushed to the very tips of his already bright red hair. "Er, well . . ."
Sendoh nodded. "I see. So, you’re tired of the sex."
"NO! The sex is great!" Hanamichi said a little too loudly. People in the cafe all turned to look at him. A few of the old ladies appeared rather scandalized.
Hanamichi became even redder. He glared at Sendoh and he said in a much lower tone, "The sex is great."
"Just not THAT great."
"Er . . . yeah."
Sendoh nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, do you have any idea what’s wrong with the sex then?"
Hanamichi shrugged. "Well . . . I don’t know."
"You know, Akira may not be the best person to talk about this right now."
"Hiro-love!" Sendoh suddenly shot up to his feet to throw his arms around Koshino who had just arrived.
As expected, Koshino rammed him at the chest and shoved him to the side of the booth so that he could sit beside him. "I just got out and I saw you through the glass windows," he told Hanamichi.
Sendoh was, at the moment, winded.
"So, Sakuragi, how have you been doing?" Koshino asked rather cheerfully.
Hanamichi blinked. Well, he was never exactly in close terms with the former Ryonan High player, but somehow he felt more comfortable with that than his acquaintance with Sendoh. "Fine. Just fine."
Koshino nodded. "I’ve overheard a few bits and pieces. You say you’re not having fun with Rukawa in bed anymore?"
"I didn’t say that," Hanamichi hissed, careful now not to make his voice too loud. He WAS a frequent customer here.
Koshino smiled slightly. "All right. Let me rephrase it then. You say your sex with Kaede’s not that great anymore?"
"Yeah, sort of like that."
"I see the problem," Koshino said, sounding like a professional shrink. "Akira and I had a similar predicament a few months back. Did he tell you that?"
"He mentioned something."
Koshino nodded and cast a quick glance over at Sendoh.
Now, the tall ace had finally recovered and was attempting to cuddle.
With a deep sigh, Koshino reached out and mussed Sendoh’s gravity-defying hair as if he was a dog. Sendoh seemed to like this though.
He turned back to Hanamichi. "Tell me, Sakuragi, does this have anything to do with top and bottom?"
Hanamichi blinked. "Top and bottom?"
Koshino nodded, still playing with Sendoh’s hair. "Pun VERY much intended."
Hanamichi blinked some more before he actually got it. "Er, well . . . I don’t know. It’s . . . it’s. . . ."
"Think about it," Koshino said, leaning forward. "The problem with mine and Akira’s relationship before was that I was always the . . . er, bottom. And, Akira sort of got tired of it. You know, the usual sex."
"That’s ridiculous!" Hanamichi exclaimed at the same time did Sendoh exclaim a "Koshino! How could you say that?!"
"I’m not saying Akira stopped being a big pervert," Koshino added quickly. "I’m just saying he just . . . got tired of being on top and so we tried the other way around."
"You mean . . . YOU got top?"
Koshino nodded. "And then we took equal turns following that. Problem solved. Sex had never been better."
"Aw, Hiro-love," Sendoh cooed, moving to plant a kiss on Koshino’s forehead. Surprisingly, Koshino allowed this and he even smiled back at his lover.
Hanamichi looked away from the couple and pondered on this tidbit of information--trying vainly to ignore how easily Koshino spoke about sex. "Well, maybe you DO have a point--"
"When was the last time you got to be on top, Hanamichi?" Sendoh suddenly asked, momentarily pausing in courting his boyfriend.
Hanamichi blinked. Then he scratched his head. "Er, actually I’ve only been on top once . . . a . . . long time ago. I can’t remember it too well though . . . we were kind of drunk," he said with a frown
Actually, whenever he and Rukawa made love, it was always a given that he would be in the bottom. No one ever really protested before.
"You mean dear darling Kaede’s been screwing you all year and you never even got a chance to turn the tables around--aside from the time you two both got really sloshed?"
Hanamichi did two things after that. First he pounded Sendoh for calling Rukawa "dear darling Kaede", second he put a finger to his chin and said, "I guess so."
"No wonder!" Koshino exclaimed, after gathering a newly-winded Sendoh in his arms and patting him lovingly on the head.
Well, Koshino really HAD changed, hadn’t he?
"Have you ever wondered about being on top again?" Koshino asked.
"Um, I never really thought about it," Hanamichi admitted, tapping his chin with a finger again. A sudden steamy picture appeared in his head. Rukawa, writhing and screaming under him, begging him to thrust harder and harder and harder. Hanamichi swallowed hard and grabbed a menu from the corner to bring it down to his lap to cover his modesty.
Koshino grinned. "Well, why don’t you try it then? He got his turn first. It’s only right you get yours next."
Hanamichi nodded fervently. "You’re right."
"So," Koshino leant forward, a sly grin on his face. Hanamichi was too much into his fantasizing to actually be freaked out about Koshino right now. "Why don’t you go home, take your Fox by surprise and fuck the living daylights out of him?"
Hanamichi didn’t need anymore encouragement. He shot up, left some money on the table, returned the menu to the side and waved the two lovers good-bye. The last thing he heard was Koshino saying: "So, Akira, love. We should go now. By the way, did you actually believe you’d be the only one who has something planned for tonight?"
Hanamichi burst into the door of his house, anxiety and excitement clearly etched on his face.
"Hana," his mother greeted him as he went past her. She was dressed to go out. "You’re father’s bringing the car out. We’re leaving for the market. Would you and Kaede like to come?"
Hanamichi shook his head. "No. Sorry, mom. We’ve got plans. Take care though." He leant forward to kiss his mother on the cheek.
His mother smiled knowingly at him as she headed for the door. "Have fun, then," she called out before closing the door behind her.
Hanamichi had the decency to blush before running up the stairs two at a time. He was still tremendously aroused with all the images his not-so-innocent mind was thinking of. Perhaps a year ago he’d just faint because of a massive nosebleed, but now, he had enough drive to actually make him act on his thoughts.
Once he arrived at the door to his room, he took a deep breath and slowly reached for the doorknob.
Rukawa was seated on the study chair that Hanamichi barely used for studying, reading the note Hanamichi had left. The simple sight of him sent Hanamichi’s heart beating rapidly in his chest, very much unlike his rather nonchalant dismissal of his lover this morning when he was barely clothed and dripping wet. Although the Rukawa now wore a pair of jeans and a loose white shirt, Hanamichi hadn’t ever before seen a more delicious sight.
The main reason for the sudden change of reaction had a lot to do with the change of perspective. For one whole year he’d always allowed himself to be taken. And now, it was his turn. There was only a faint wisp of memory of the time when he had done the taking, and he very well intended to make more than one wisp of a memory of what he was about to do today. Rukawa wouldn’t even know what hit him.
"I just woke up," Rukawa told him, not suspecting anything at all as he stood up and returned the note on the table. "You hungry?"
Oh, if he only knew. Hanamichi grinned a very sly grin as he walked slowly towards Rukawa. "Very hungry, Kaede." He took in a sultry tone when he said his lover’s name.
Rukawa’s eyebrows shot up. Then an equally sly grin appeared on his face.
Oh, not like that, Kaede, Hanamichi thought as he came closer.
As Rukawa took him in his arms and kissed him, Hanamichi closed his eyes and allowed himself to be carried away--but only to a certain extent.
The redhead’s lips curved into a smile in between heated kisses. Yes. Relax, why don’t you, Kaede, Hanamichi thought. Everything is just fine.
Hanamichi reached out to wrap his arms around his lover’s neck, tilting his head to the side when Rukawa left his lips to rain kisses down his neck while unbuttoning his shirt.
The redhead let his shirt to fall on the ground as he reached under Rukawa’s clothing to feel the fine-toned body underneath, the body which Hanamichi knew like the back of his hand. He allowed Rukawa to waltz him to the bed. But when he attempted to push him down, Hanamichi resisted.
Rukawa frowned and pulled away slightly.
Hanamichi just smiled and ran his hand up his lover’s back, bringing the loose white cotton shirt up. Then he leaned forward to breathe into Rukawa’s mouth. "Off," he whispered before pulling the shirt off in one smooth motion. A split second later, he was in Rukawa’s arms again, kissing him for all he was worth.
The game continued for a quite a while, but when Rukawa’s kisses had come close to the vicinity of his nipples, Hanamichi decided it was time to stake his claim.
Lowering his hands slowly to wrap around Rukawa’s slender waist, he tightened his hold and with one smooth motion, he threw Rukawa onto the bed with such force that it shook.
A gasp escaped Rukawa’s lips to be swallowed hole by Hanamichi’s hungry mouth. He bit and licked and sucked enough to bruise, pinning Rukawa’s arms down with his hands, and without any sort of hesitation, Hanamichi brought down his full weight on Rukawa’s struggling body, trapping him at all the possible places.
When Hanamichi pulled away, Rukawa was out of breath. But the hardness pressed against Hanamichi’s thigh couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. "So, you want this too?" he whispered, lowering his lips and tracing a line with his tongue from Rukawa’s jaw to the part where shoulder met neck.
Rukawa didn’t say anything, but the tension the boy felt as evidenced by his resistance of Hanamichi’s restraint on his body, lessened considerably.
Hanamichi brought his head up so that he would be looking into Rukawa’s eyes, half-lidded and darkened with growing lust.
Then he lowered his lips to the raven-haired boy’s and as Rukawa had done the same thing to him so many times before, Hanamichi slowly nudged his lover’s lips open, slipping in his tongue and savoring the taste that was truly his lover’s. Then he pulled away and began dropping feathery light kisses all over his lover’s chest, tracing a fine line towards Rukawa’s right nipple.
Taking the small nub of pink flesh into his mouth, Hanamichi sucked and nipped, reveling in the small gasps of pleasure Rukawa couldn’t control from escaping his lips. Hanamichi turned his attention to the other ignored nub and did the same dance, letting go of Rukawa’s hands in order to grab at the hem of the boy’s pants.
Hanamichi half-expected Rukawa to take advantage of the opportunity to take back control, but he didn’t. Instead, his lover lowered down his hands to grip on Hanamichi’s shoulders and allowed him to unbutton and unzip his pants, letting loose his straining erection.
The redhead had long been used to his lover not wearing underwear when at home, but now he was mightily pleased with how it made everything much more easier for him. Sliding the pants off to reveal pale and strong legs, he nibbled his way to the base of his lover’s pulsing cock, flicking his tongue out for one brief moment to wet a sensitive spot before letting loose a deep short breath.
Rukawa’s gasps were becoming more audible now. It was then when Hanamichi realized that Rukawa had been quiet in bed long enough and he mentally added to his "Goals for the Day" list the task of making Rukawa scream--in pleasure of course.
He reached forward and closed his hand around his lover’s cock. Pumping it slowly at first, then faster while his other hand nudged Rukawa’s legs to wider. He paused for a while to grin at Rukawa then he conveniently returned to tormenting his lover, removing his hand and running his tongue along the length of his shaft.
And to give Rukawa a harder time in restraining himself from crying out loud, he grabbed at his hands that were gripping his shoulders and forced them to lie on either side of him. In one quick motion, Hanamichi swallowed Rukawa’s length until the tip barely hit the back of his throat.
Rukawa cried out this time. A strangled cry that told Hanamichi his lover was biting his tongue. Funny. He’d done this to Rukawa several times already, however not like this. Not while his lover was restrained, and especially not when he planned to do something much more afterwards.
Hanamichi began to suck, running his tongue at all the right places as he held Rukawa’s hips and hands in place.
"Hana," Rukawa gasped in between deep breaths. "I can’t--"
Hanamichi would’ve grinned if his mouth wasn’t so busy, and he continued to suck harder, using his tongue and teeth to drive Rukawa to the edge.
"Hana," Rukawa tried again as his back arched forward. "Hana," he repeated the name, his voice pleading. Then with another strangled cry, he came into Hanamichi’s mouth.
The redhead welcomed his lover’s seed with much fervor, swallowing and sucking until he’d drawn out everything there was to draw out.
Rukawa slumped on the bed, breathing hard.
Hanamichi released his lover as he left the bed to slide off his pants and underwear, feeling very much relieved when his own erection was allowed to come free of the constraining material. Then he returned to the bed, crawling on top of his lover to look back into his eyes. And through his own eyes he put out the question.
Rukawa looked back at him through thick and heavy lashes and then gave him an almost imperceptible nod.
With a very wide grin, Hanamichi lowered his face once again to place a gentle and loving kiss on Rukawa’s lips while his other hand blindly reached out for the drawer on the side table. He clumsily grabbed hold of the tube of lubricant they stored there before he pulled away to apply a generous amount onto his hands.
Lowering his lips again, he took Rukawa’s willing mouth into his own as he lifted Rukawa’s hips with one hand and brought down his slippery fingers to brush against the dark-haired boy’s opening. And then slowly, he inserted one digit into it.
Hanamichi felt Rukawa’s lips tense against his own and the redhead quickly took hold of his lover’s cock to keep his mind away from the pain of intrusion--something that Rukawa always did whenever they made love.
Feeling his lover relax, he inserted another finger to join the first one, followed by a third. Once inside, he began to slowly stretch his lover’s opening, at the same time, pumping his shaft and showering kisses all over his face.
"Now, Hana," Rukawa whispered after a while and Hanamichi removed his fingers from his lover’s opening to spread another generous amount of lubrication on his own pulsing cock, wincing slightly at it’s coldness.
"Ready?" Hanamichi asked softly, positioning himself directly outside his lover’s opening as he lifted Rukawa’s hips further up with both his hands to make entrance easier. It was understandable for Rukawa to feel all shaky. He only HAD been in the receiving end just once. And that was a LONG time ago.
Rukawa swallowed hard.
"Just give me a sign," Hanamichi said, fighting against the rising temptation to lose all his inhibitions and, in Koshino’s own words, "fuck the living daylights" out of Rukawa. "I promise, I’ll go slowly."
Another swallow before Rukawa nodded his head.
It was all that Hanamichi was waiting for before he slowly entered his lover, allowing ample time for his body to get accustomed to Hanamichi’s size.
Rukawa whimpered slightly and Hanamichi reached and caught Rukawa’s growing erection again, pumping it.
Once he was inside, it was all he could do from not moving. Rukawa was just SO tight and so hot. "Kaede," he whispered. "You feel so good." And he kissed him again.
A small smile graced Rukawa’s lips and Hanamichi almost gasped out loud when he felt the his lover’s muscles tighten around him. And it was then that the redhead began to move. Slowly at first then with increasing speed.
Rukawa began to move together with Hanamichi’s thrusts as well. Wrapping his arms tightly around the redhead and lifting his hips as Hanamichi slammed into him.
Hanamichi continued to pump Rukawa’s erection as his other hand cupped one of Rukawa’s buttocks. He picked up a fast and steady rhythm, delighting at every stifled cry Rukawa would give out.
Moving his feet forward to give him more leverage, he increased his pace, slamming harder and harder as Rukawa writhed and cried against him.
Hanamichi surged forward, swallowing the next cry into his mouth as he gave him a kiss as brutal as his thrusting, delving his tongue deep into Rukawa’s mouth until he felt him stiffen and, for the second time, reach his climax, spilling the viscous whiteness of his seed between their stomachs.
The redhead pulled out fully from his lover then with one last hard thrust, he came, spilling his own seed deep inside Rukawa.
Hanamichi collapsed, tired and sweating, on top of his lover.
Rukawa rained kisses all over his face, pulling him close into his embrace.
"I love you," Hanamichi whispered as he shifted his weight to make it more easier--he WAS the heavier one among the two.
Rukawa chuckled slightly as he cradled Hanamichi to his chest. He still DID like to cuddle after sex. "That was marvelous," he whispered.
Hanamichi grinned. "Well of course. This is ME we’re talking about here." And that earned him a faint slap on the head.
"Where did you go?" Rukawa asked after some time when they had gotten their breaths back
"I went out to think, believe it or not," Hanamichi replied, closing his eyes as he rested his head on one of Rukawa’s arms that was nestled underneath him. "And I ran into Sendoh."
Another very soft chuckle. "And I suppose you got this idea from him?"
"No. I got it from Koshino," he said, opening his eyes to see Rukawa’s reaction.
Rukawa looked adorably surprised, and he shook his head in disbelief. "I suppose this changes things?"
"Definitely," Hanamichi said firmly, tightening his hold around Rukawa’s waist. "I suggest we take turns. You first, me next? Or would you just like to wrestle it out the next time? Stronger one wins."
"That’s not fair." Of course, both knew that Hanamichi WAS the physically stronger one, however the redhead knew this was as close to an admittance as Rukawa could possible get.
"But it gives me a nice advantage so I’d prefer that."
Rukawa rolled his eyes. "We take turns. Me first, you next. Unless you want to invite Sendoh and Koshino in and make it a cycle of four."
Hanamichi looked horrified. "No thanks. You first, me next. I’m not ready to share you." Then he grinned. "Yet."
[1] Credit to Myn who provided me the whole saying. ^^
Note: Actually, *blush* this is my first lemon. *shiver* I admit now. Writing a lemon is SCARY. ^^;;;; Oh, and I also want to credit my older brother who gave me the title "You First, Me Next".
Another credit goes to the author of a short tale entitled Taking Turns who I, unfortunately, cannot remember. It was an innocent little ficlet who's title gave me this twisted idea. My apologies to the author if ever he/she becomes offended with the using of an innocent title for the concept of a lemon. ^^;;;;
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