Please Enjoy~! Also I'll admit one of my more recent reviews brought to my attention that I rarely write smut. So...I tried to heat things up...Tell me how I did!


Kensei currently jerks off in the shower, while one hand is braced against the wet wall, the other moving in quick, slippery pulls on his throbbing cock.

He doesn't bother with finesse, he just wants to come, goddammit. He's spent too long hard, suffering under the frustrated aching weight of it, all the way back to the motel.

He'd stomped straight past the sex on legs Lieutenant, and pretty much shut the bathroom door in his face.

Because, right now, the only thing he wants is this.

Well…if he was honest with himself, he also wants the Lieutenant.

He ends up groaning underneath the warm spray, not caring too much whether he's loud, the roar of the water covering the noises he keeps making, and cursing he utters.

At least his erection stays gone after he's done, because he knows too damn well what the consequences of shutting the door in Shuhei's face will be and he needs to deal with it.

Kid probably thought Kensei was pissed at him.

He puts his own clothes back on, shakes his silver-hair mostly dry, and opens the door.

Shuhei's pretty much where he left him. Kensei thinks he's probably been doing the staring off into space thing again. Contemplating freakish things, or...exchanging recipes for gumbo with Kazeshini. Who the hell knew.

Except, this time Shuhei looks pretty damn uncomfortable, and it takes Kensei a second to work it out-

He can't help it, he looks down.

Ok, that he really hadn't been expecting.

"Bathroom's free if you want to-" Kensei debates actually using the hand gesture he was about to. He's not a hundred percent sure Shuhei would get it anyway.

There's a pause.

"I'm not allowed," Shuhei says eventually after an even longer pause.

"Not permitted to do what?"

"To bring myself sexual pleasure," Shuhei clarifies helpfully, his cheeks flushing.

Kensei raises an eyebrow at him.

"You're not allowed to masturbate?"

The flustered Lieutenant doesn't reply for a long second, as if he's turning the word over in his head.

"No."

"Well can't you just, I don't know, make it go away?"

"I've tried," Shuhei says slowly. "It's a strong physical reaction though."

Kensei doesn't make any sort of joke about that, he's damned if he isn't tempted though. He looks down again, he can't help it, because it's weird.

If he was still Captain of the ninth….he would have gotten rid of that rule in a second of being in office.

Shuhei looks even more uncomfortable under the examination. He shifts in his clothes, in his skin, and if it had anyone else, Kensei would be considering it annoying fidgeting. But this is careful, almost wary. Like he's afraid his body might, at any moment, do something horrible and unexpected, without his permission.

It probably wouldn't take much to get the kid to forget the shitty rule.

Kensei thinks Shuhei could probably stretch the rules for a bit; it's not like Shuhei would know how even if he was allowed, and clearly since Kensei does, he can lend a hand.

Literally.

Though, he still doesn't believe he's actually going to ask this.

"So, would you be allowed to let someone else...take care of it? I mean if you do nothing, and I-" Kensei waves a hand, and hopes to god that Shuhei gets that. Because he kind of sucks at subtle. "You wouldn't get into trouble?"

"I wouldn't ask," Shuhei says firmly, eyebrows pushed up, like Kensei's just offered to throw himself on a cero or something. Though what the hell he was intending to do about it is anyone's guess.

And yeah, Kensei kind of gets that. Shuhei would probably just stand there miserable, and vaguely confused, until his body got tired of being ignored and just gave up.

"You're not asking, I am," Kensei points out. He expects another protest, some scandalized affront, maybe even a lecture about how the kid still considered him a mentor and that he couldn't dare doing such a sinful thing with the older male.

But instead Shuhei stays silent.

"Come here," Kensei waves a hand, and he's not quite sure how he makes it a command, but Shuhei drifts forward. He doesn't object, doesn't protest, when Kensei easily presses him back against the wall.

"Close your eyes brat."

"Why?" It's honest curiosity, but really if there's ever a time for Shuhei's to not be doing the wide-eyed innocent look now would be it.

"Kid, I can't do this if you're staring at me," Kensei tells him, because he's an kid for god's sake.

There's a long pause, and finally, FINALLY the scarred brat very slowly shuts his eyes.

It's not a fantastic help. He still manages to look somewhere between embarrassed and quietly accusing.

"Keep them closed," He says surprisingly softly, because there's no way he can do this if he's looking at him.

He drags the edges of his shirt out of his pants, digs underneath to get them open, pushing them down out of the way, boxer shorts too. It still feels wrong, all sorts of wrong.

Like there's a chance he might be spontaneously killed.

But then he has Shuhei in his hand, a quick jerk of heat and hardness, against his palm.

Yeah, that's an impressively strong physical reaction alright.

Shuhei inhales sharply, a hand reaching out and gripping the older man's shoulder, fingernails digging into his skin.

"Easy there…"

Kensei pushes his slacks down a little more, just enough to get more room, and then his hand is moving in slow, testing little pulls.

Shuhei's other hand stretch outward on the wall, then drop and hang uncertainly, like he doesn't know where to put them. He makes a hesitant movement to put it on Kensei, then seems to realize that's not appropriate, and leaves his hands hanging at his side instead.

"Great, this already feels like a kind of sexual assault," He really didn't mean to say that part out loud.

"Kensei, I-"

"No talking!" Kensei says fiercely. Of all the things you can probably go to hell for, 'molesting a cute, innocent Lieutenant' has to be one of them.

The fact that he has permission probably doesn't help.

Probably.

Kensei doesn't ask if he can feel it, because it's already obvious. Soft little catches of breath, and the whisper-soft scratch of black hair on the wall.

"Aren't you supposed to be beyond all of this stuff?" He can't resist asking quietly.

"Yes," Shuhei agrees, then makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, that clearly makes him out to be a bad, dirty liar. And he's obviously forgotten the whole 'not looking' rule, because when he tips his head back he's looking straight at Kensei, darken eyes stunned.

Kensei turns his head away, though that doesn't help much, because now Shuhei's breathing in his ear, a wet flare of heat, and sensation. He really wants to tell him to stop but he's forgotten how to make words, also, he's busy, and he's hurrying so he can get this over with, and not because- oh god- not because of anything else.

"Kensei-"

Kensei shushes him quiet, hand shifting between soft and rough, to match the shaky ends of every broken gasp.

Shuhei's hips move, they push, just a little, into Kensei's hand, an unsteady half-there gesture that he probably doesn't intend, maybe doesn't even known he's done.

And for some reason, Kensei isn't bothered by it.

One of Shuhei's shifting hands catches the soft edge of Kensei's t-shirt and he doesn't even seem to notice. His eyes have fallen shut again, throat working in quick little movements and the idea that Kensei's going to make him come doesn't seem entirely real-

Until Shuhei's mouth drops open, he makes a helpless noise that catches in his throat. Kensei's hand is abruptly wet, and Shuhei's making noises like he's broken him.

Jesus fucking christ.


He's hazily aware that he's still touching, and now it's pretty much unnecessary touching.

And he should stop.

He swallows, pulling Shuhei's pants back over the edges of his hips. His hand fucks it up twice before he manages to zip up the brat again, button, then he shoves Shuhei's shirt back down for good measure.

"There, you're all better," Kensei tells him and he really, really fucking hopes his voice is as unconcerned as he wants it to be. Because he's going to look up, and Shuhei is going to look exactly the same. Hopefully.

So he looks up.

But Shuhei doesn't look the same at all, he still looks messy and breathless, red-cheeked, and molested all to hell.

Kensei clears his throat.

"Thank you," Shuhei says awkwardly, quietly, when it seems necessary, and yeah that's so wrong, wrong, wrong. But not as wrong as how wrecked he looks.

It makes Kensei feel extremely dirty.

He thinks maybe he needs another shower.


A FREEZING COLD SHOWER.