NOTE - This story does contain yaoi - gay romance/sexual actions. You have been warned~ If you don't like this kind of stuff please direct yourself somewhere else =) Thanks!
-This is also my first ever fanfic; please be kind, though constructive criticism is always much appreciated =)
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CHAPTER ONE
"Raguna, throw me the strawberry seeds," called Erik. "I've tilled it and everything; all that's left is to sow."
It was dusk, and the sun had been gradually retreating to its cozy spot underneath the blanket of the horizon. Summer had just begun, and the days were long, so Raguna had decided to work a little later than usual.
The older farmer hesitated. Finally, he reluctantly replied, "Every strawberry you grow has to be sold! No more midnight strawberry incidents… we lost so much money because of that!"
"Aw, I was just having some fun. They're so delicious… you don't always have to be so gruff and serious! Now pass the seeds."
Raguna sighed and handed bubbly Erik the little paper packet. It seemed that ever since he had combined his field with Erik's, his profits had been steadily decreasing. Raguna still did the same amount of work as before the merge, but Erik was always slacking off and forgetting his share of the work. Then, there was the whole house issue…
"We're almost done, right? I really want to get to bed," Erik whined. The sun had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the gentle moon had begun its sojourn in the night sky.
He received only a deep grunt as a reply. Erik eyed Raguna as he finished up the last of the weeds. The warm glow of the sun accentuated the dark hair on Raguna's legs, defining every flex and tense of his toned muscles. A light sheen of sweat coated Raguna's neck and upper chest, exposed by his low-collared shirt, just waiting to be slowly licked off… Erik quickly tore his glance away, keeping his temptation in check. The sleeping arrangement was only temporary. In a few weeks, Erik would be back on his feet and in his own house, thanks to Raguna's kind support.
"It's taking Kross a long time to rebuild your house," muttered Raguna. He realized with a start how that must have sounded. "Oh. I didn't—"
"Don't worry. Soon I'll be out of your way and you can go back to living alone. I really appreciate you taking me in."
"It's nothing. Go inside, I'll finish up."
Erik, gladly accepting the offer, headed to Raguna's house, stopping on the way to put away his hoe and can in the small wooden shed just outside the entrance. He looked to his left – his own home was about a stone's throw away, totally decimated by the recent typhoon. He had paid Kross and supplied the lumber necessary for repairs, but no doubt it would take days, if not weeks, to complete the repairs.
Erik walked into Raguna's large, airy house and couldn't help feeling a bit jealous. The muscled brunette worked like a dog; and it showed – he had a very spacious, well-furnished living room and tasteful decorations.
His auburn eyes and delicate hands knew the house fairly well, having spent the past few nights within it, and quickly navigated toward the shower. Erik hopped in, planning to be out in just a few minutes. He was satisfied with just a light scrub – he wasn't about to admit it, but he hadn't worked hard today at all. Ashamed, he inwardly blamed the recent sag in his work ethic on his obsession with Raguna. Just as he stepped out of the steamy stall and reached for his towel, he heard the creak of the wooden door opening. Raguna popped his head inside.
"Erik, I just—"
Erik let out a high-pitched whelp and Raguna's face turned beet reed as he slammed the door shut. His muffled apology came through the door. Erik, still frazzled, made no reply. Immediately concerned of what Raguna might have seen in that split second, he glanced down at his manhood, nestled in curly brown hair, and noticed it was standing at full attention. Erik found himself hoping that Raguna had seen him in all his glory, but at the same time wishing the incident had never happened. He and Raguna were very close friends, but this would make for an awkward situation, Erik thought to himself.
A few minutes later, Erik stepped out of the bathroom in boxers only, his bright copper hair still damp and looking darker than usual. He cautiously tiptoed to the bedroom, hoping Raguna was asleep to avoid the crippling tension that would no doubt engulf the room. Erik delicately turned the doorknob and nudged the door open as lightly as possible. The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight trickling through the single window. Erik spied Raguna's hunched figure asleep in the bed, flanked by four majestic mahogany bedposts.
"Raguna?" he whispered, loud enough for Raguna to hear but soft enough that it wouldn't wake him.
After getting no answer, Erik waited an eternity, or so it seemed, before quietly creeping over to his small, foam mattress on the floor. Though it wasn't much, Erik didn't care.
As he passed by Raguna's bed, he noticed that he was sleeping naked with just a light sheet, and only up to his waist – due to the heat, Erik assumed. The moon's gentle rays illuminated Raguna's perfectly sculpted chest, which seemed to beckon, ache, for Erik's touch, to have his mouth around its dark nipples, hard from the cold air. How easy it would be to gently remove the sheet and admire him. Raguna would never know…
His creep gradually morphed into a lethargic saunter as he passed the head of the blue-eyed man's bed, buying time. Even with the scarce light, Erik could see Raguna's face, well-defined jaw line peppered with just the right amount of stubble. His disheveled hair, the colour of bitter dark chocolate, had a slight glow with the moonlight upon it. Erik felt himself bend forwards, his insatiable urge about to be satisfied, his lips ever so close to brushing Raguna's... but he caught himself. He would not allow this. He lay down, determined to last through the night.
After a few minutes, Erik already had a raging hard on, creating an awkward bulge through his boxers. He swore under his breath - it seemed it was boiling in the room despite the cool night. He glanced up at Raguna, sound asleep and peaceful and felt his desire grow enormously. It was barely containable, and tonight, stroking would not be enough – or at least, not alone. Erik felt himself rise up without thinking it; automatically felt his gaze drawn toward his friend.
Erik once again approached the head of the bed, his willpower drained. Desire coursed through his veins like adrenaline. He bent down, delicately snaked his hand down Raguna's furry chest, yearning for more. His hand slipped like a feather beneath the sheet, slowly caressing downwards, indulging in every inch of the older farmer's body. The tip of Erik's fingers brushed against Raguna's thick pubic hair, just the touch sending waves of sensuous pleasure rippling violently through Erik's body. He began to tentatively remove the sheet, and noticed that Raguna was hard, his foreskin waiting to be pulled back.
Raguna's eyelids flickered. Erik's hand recoiled and he froze. For minutes, there was no movement.
Finally, a calloused, experienced hand, worn from work, arose slowly from its position on the bed. It tenderly grasped Erik's hand, guiding it back towards its previous position. Raguna firmly set Erik's hand upon his large member, voicelessly urging him to continue. Erik did not need to be asked twice.
He rhythmically pumped up and down, feeling Raguna's muscles convulse with pleasure. But it was not enough. Erik bent his head down, lusting for the feeling of a cock deep in his throat. He closed his lips around it and Raguna moaned deeply.
"Just like that," he murmured in his scratchy voice.
Erik nearly choked, thrusting downwards and feeling the warm bulge of Raguna's glans against the back of his throat, his tongue sliding and twirling around the shaft, toying with Raguna's foreskin. The salty precum slid down his mouth as Raguna violently grasped Erik's mop of hair, pushing him down further. With his other hand, Raguna slid Erik's boxers down to his feet and shoved two fingers up the opening, eliciting a sensuous moan of bliss from Erik, who reveled in the pain.
"Please…," Erik begged. "I… I love you, Raguna…"
Raguna's penis softened almost immediately and his actions slowed. He may have lusted for Erik, but he did not love him, and did not want to give him a false impression. But Raguna realized that withdrawing from this would only hurt Erik more. If Erik truly loved him, he would have been waiting years for this… Raguna closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the ceiling, as Erik waited patiently for a reply.
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