A Quick Study
He felt the press of warm flesh against his body and shuddered. Suzaku's thighs parted, and his smaller body sank in against him, hip aligned with groin as their weight shifted, center of gravity changed, and suddenly Lelouch was on the floor staring up at the Japanese man.
"Oof," he said elegantly.
Suzaku grinned and offered him a hand. "Not bad for only a few days' practice. Perhaps by the time the Emperor has concluded his discussions with my father you'll be able to flip me." Lelouch huffed indignantly, climbing to his feet and brushing at the dirt on the strange clothes Suzaku had insisted he wear for sparring.
"You're only twice my size and roughly a hundred pounds of pure muscle heavier than me," Lelouch said dryly. Suzaku laughed aloud.
"I am, at that. But you'll be able to do it, I'm sure. You've already made such progress!" Clasping a large hand around Lelouch's sweaty shoulder, he guided the young prince over to where towels and fresh bottles of water waited for them.
"Have I?" Lelouch murmured, secretly pleased.
"Oh, yes. I didn't learn throws until I was eight, after all." Suzaku was glib. Lelouch was horrified.
"I'm twelve," he reminded Suzaku, tone deadly.
Suzaku snorted. "Really? I thought you were much younger. You're so tiny," he teased. The young prince's face darkened.
"Martial arts aren't the only way to kill a man," he threatened Suzaku, gesturing menacingly. Suzaku had the nerve to laugh brightly. Lelouch slapped ineffectively at Suzaku's arm, sitting down with an annoyed sigh. A fluffy towel landed on his head and began to scrub the sweat from his damp hair. When Suzaku peeked beneath the front, Lelouch glared at him like a perturbed owl. "I hate you so much, Kururugi," the prince informed him. Suzaku bit back an obvious laugh and tried to look contrite.
"C'mon, let's go get cleaned up before your parents see what a common ruffian I've turned their son into," Suzaku said. Lelouch trailed behind him like a lost puppy.
The traditional bathing room had mystified Lelouch the first time he'd used it. He'd stared at the large, trough-like basin of water, waiting for instruction, then turned to question a suddenly naked Suzaku. Squawking with mortification, he'd slipped on the slick white tile and almost knocked himself unconscious. Now he turned his back purposefully on his protector, quickly shucking off the white fighting uniform before snatching at a pan to cover himself. His cheeks flushed red as he turned back to Suzaku, private parts firmly covered.
Suzaku hadn't bothered with any such disguises. Lelouch wondered if all Japanese were this shameless as he watched the older man move confidently through the steam to splash in the basin. His eyes lingered on the sweat-damp curl of hair that trailed from his navel down, down--Lelouch swallowed hard and hurriedly picked his way through the puddles on the floor to the other side of the water, hiding behind the basin's cold ceramic tile before lifting his pan to splash water over his head.
Cold. The water was cold. He yelped, dropping the pan into the water. Suzaku laughed at him and he pouted, hesitant to fetch the pan from the bottom of the basin. "I'll get it for you," Suzaku offered. He bent at the waist, dark curls just touching the water as he reached for it. Moisture glittered in the curve of the small of his back and Lelouch's mouth went dry. A shock of cold water splashed against his chest.
"Staring," Suzaku gently reminded, turning back to his washing. Lelouch flushed, turning away from the water to peer down the length of his own slender, underdeveloped body. Pale skin gleamed with sweat and water, interrupted only by the rosy pinkness of his nipples and the sharp dimple of his navel. Between his thighs, his traitorous cock was already half-hard and flushed bright against his white belly, only a few sparse black curls decorating its base. His cheeks heated and he hastily grabbed the soap, scrubbing himself clean. He splashed himself with water liberally before darting as quickly as he dared to the bathtub.
Submerged to his nose, he watched with wide eyes as Suzaku leisurely joined him. "You're so shy," Suzaku commented, closing his eyes in pleasure as the heat worked its way into tired muscles. He leaned against the side of the bath luxuriantly.
"The Japanese are so immodest," Lelouch retorted. "You're always naked with each other." He said the word 'naked' as if the word itself were a venomous snake. Suzaku laughed good-naturedly, and Lelouch let himself sink against the wall of the tub.
"It's skin culture," Suzaku said lazily. "It's not the same kind of naked it is to Britannians."
"Naked's naked," Lelouch argued. Suzaku shook his head, peering through slitted eyes at the prince.
"It's kind of like kinship," Suzaku tried to explain. "Community, sort of."
"Community?" Lelouch snorted doubtfully. "Like naked neighbors. Right."
The water shifted as Suzaku moved closer to him. "Not really. More like closeness: when someone's seen you naked, they've really seen you, with no masks or secrets. There's a bond that's formed when you're like that."
"I-I guess I can kind of understand that," Lelouch said slowly. "So right now, we're closer than anyone else?"
"Well," Suzaku's tone was amused, "Not anyone. We aren't having sex, after all." Lelouch blushed deeply, covering his face with his hands.
"Y-you cad!"
Suzaku chuckled lowly, warm, wet fingers curling around Lelouch's own to expose his face. "Relax. I'm just teasing." Lelouch shivered at the touch of those strong hands. He looked up at Suzaku, lips working soundlessly. Suzaku watched him for a moment, then splashed back to where he'd been sitting before, posture less relaxed than earlier. He pursed his lips in thought.
"Anyway, you're a little too young to be thinking about sex," Suzaku murmured absently. Lelouch sputtered indignantly.
"I'm not!"
"No? I bet you don't even have hair yet, princeling," Suzaku teased. Lelouch glared hard at him. "That's why you're so shy."
"Of course I do," he retorted sharply. "And I'm not shy. I'm modest. There's a difference."
"Oh? Maybe you're hiding a full bush under there," Suzaku hypothesized. "A great big tangle of--"
"Why are we discussing my--" Lelouch interrupted, then froze. "...hair?" he finished lamely. "What, you need to see it?" Gritting his teeth against embarrassment, Lelouch struggled to stand, water hitting him mid-thigh. "Look then!"
Suzaku blinked at him before reaching out apologetically. "Sorry. I shouldn't have taken it so far. I'm sorry." His fingertips grazed Lelouch's belly and Lelouch quivered, biting his lip. The hand jerked away as if burned.
Lelouch nodded, sinking back below the water. A question nagged at him, and he looked over at Suzaku. "Suzaku? Does yours ever...never mind." His ears burned. Suzaku cocked his head like a dog, and Lelouch sighed. "Sometimes, mine does this thing where it...I don't know. Like, it gets really hard at the weirdest stuff."
Suzaku froze, blushing. "W-well, it gets hard because--"
"I know that part." Lelouch frowned in annoyance. "I'm not a kid. It's just that it's always getting hard at the wrong things."
"Like...like what?" Suzaku's throat bobbed as he swallowed.
"Like boys," Lelouch admitted reluctantly. Suzaku looked away, then back. He patted Lelouch on the shoulder awkwardly.
"That's not weird. Mine does that, too." He coughed. "And anyway, you're a long way away from finding out what's weird or not. At your age, it's probably going to get hard for just about anything."
"That's true," Lelouch said thoughtfully. "It got hard when my sister hugged me the other day, too. But what do you do when that happens? It hurts to just wait until it goes away."
"Just find someplace private and deal with it like any other time, I suppose," Suzaku replied, shrugging. Lelouch blinked at him. "You know," he made a familiar gesture and the prince frowned. "Er, you know, you have to, um, touch it." Suzaku flushed.
"Touch it?" Lelouch asked curiously.
"Have you never...?" Suzaku bit his lip. "You, ah...." Lelouch shifted uncomfortably, bumping his thigh against Suzaku's. "Well, you wrap your hand around it...." One of Lelouch's hands dipped beneath the water. Suzaku swallowed hard.
"Like this?" Lelouch asked breathlessly.
"Ah," Suzaku said desperately, straining his eyes away. "A-and then you move it kind of...up and down." The water splashed as Lelouch tried it. Growling in frustration, Lelouch buried his face in Suzaku's arm.
"It's not working," he whined. Suzaku looked down at the boy's flushed face and made a decision he hoped he wouldn't regret later.
"I'll show you."
One arm wrapped around Lelouch's waist, tugging him over to sit on Suzaku's lap. His own erection pressed snugly into the small of the boy's back and he nuzzled briefly into the short hairs on the back of his neck before dipping a hand beneath the water to rest tentatively between his thighs. Lelouch gasped quietly, back arching against Suzaku's chest. He wrapped his hand around the boy and began to stroke slowly.
Lelouch's skin was hot and slippery against his own. His erection was only a bit shorter than the width of Suzaku's hand; he could engulf the whole thing in his palm, and did so. Lelouch keened, squirming against him eagerly. Suzaku pressed a kiss to the back of Lelouch's neck, nibbling gently at the thin skin.
As his hand slid up and down, Lelouch's hips made shallow, unconscious thrusts forward. The thin, pale chest heaved with breath; his fingers wrapped around Suzaku's wrists. A reedy whine escaped the boy. Suzaku sped up.
"Su-...." Lelouch moaned, pink lips parted to gasp for air. Suzaku wrapped his free arm around him, pulling him flush against his own front so he could rut against his ass. Slender legs fell open, and under the water's distortion, Suzaku could see the shadow of his hand moving obscenely between Lelouch's thighs. He groaned.
Lelouch whimpered, scrabbling with his fingernails at the back of Suzaku's hand. "St-stop. Stop! I'm...something weird is happening!" Suzaku shushed against his skin and moved his hand faster, displaced water splashing rhythmically now. Lelouch tensed like a coiled spring in his arms.
"Are you going to come?" Suzaku whispered roughly in his ear. "Go ahead and come. It's okay. Go ahead and come." Lelouch moaned loudly, his first orgasm washing out his senses in a flood. Weak jets of watery white bloomed from the top of Suzaku's fist, drifting away in the water as Lelouch sagged against him. Panting desperately, Suzaku pressed hard against the boy's backside and came, groaning into his ear as he covered Lelouch's back with his seed. He pressed his lips against the nape of Lelouch's neck, kissing tenderly.
"So," he murmured breathlessly, "now you know what to do?"
"Mmm," Lelouch replied sleepily, tucking his head in the hollow beneath Suzaku's jaw. "Nope. You'll just have to show me again later."