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With no further ado, here's chapter 2.
UNTOUCHABLE
Chapter 2
"Tomo, if it's a bad time - "
"I have nothing but bad times, Dai-chan," the voice on the phone groaned. "But I'd love to think about someone else's problems for a few minutes."
Daisuke smirked. His best friend was sarcastic, but seemed genuine this time. As a med school student, Yanagishita Tomo was a perpetual wreck from constant studying; he had even been known to walk up to total strangers and count their vertebrae. He and Daisuke had bonded at Todai when they performed in a stage production of Dracula together, and had remained close though Tomo was still in Tokyo and he himself was now in Shizuoka.
"Tomo, you never get less than a 90 percent on every exam. You can relax."
"I get As because I don't relax. And I don't have you and your excellent massages anymore."
"Last time I was caught giving you one, that surgeon you're fucking almost threw me out the window."
Tomo groaned again. "You speak so politely about my fiance. And he apologized. You were on top of me, he misinterpreted."
"How is Keisuke?"
"Right now he's reconstructing a biker's sciatic nerve. Then he will come home and pound me into the mattress, same as always. What's got you so glum? You got the job, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"So? Kid a brat or something?"
"No. I think he's sweet behind the shields he's built up."
"I know you can't tell me what's wrong with him. But that's not the problem, is it?"
"No. Tomo...he's beautiful. I mean, like, on his worst day he could be Japan's top model."
Brief silence. "And how old?"
"Fifteen."
"Well, you're going to hell, then," Tomo said cheerfully. "Fuck, Dai-chan, you're allowed to appreciate beauty. I just didn't think you were into guys. You never talked about it, I thought you were asexual or something."
"I'm gay. I had a crush on you when we first met."
Tomo almost spit out his coffee. "Fuck! Why didn't you tell me? I would've done you."
"Because then you wouldn't have hooked up with Keisuke, and instead of picking out wedding kimonos, you'd be here consoling a pedophile."
"Ephebophile. Get your terms right. C'mon, Dai-chan, it's not like you're planning to do anything to the kid, right?"
"No!" But God, I want to. "He's been really hurt, Tomo. Even if he wasn't jailbait, he's off-limits."
"Simple, then. Teach, don't touch." Tomo switched the cell phone to his other ear. "You can do that, right?"
"I...think so. I want to help him."
"You can, Dai-chan, you're good. You diagnosed Kei's OCD before you even met him."
"That was easy. You told me he arranged couch pillows with a tape measure."
"And my sex addiction."
"You walked into almost every class with a limp. Have you ever considered topping?"
Tomo let that one pass without sharing how irresistable Keisuke's thick cock was, how snugly it fit. "So how come I never met any boyfriends?"
"I had flings, but I guess I'm romantic. I don't want to waste time with anyone who's not the one."
"You don't seriously think this kid is."
"If he is, God has a sick sense of humor, making my soul mate a kid I can't touch."
Tomo hmmed. "You could try sex therapy on him."
"The haphephobic jailbait, right," Daisuke scoffed.
"Haphephobia...right. Sex abuse victim, I'm guessing. Desensitization, then. Satisfy your need to touch without fucking."
"The father would castrate me. I can't even close the door when I'm with Takumi."
"Wait three years, and we three medical professionals will group-fix him. You start with a massage, Kei will bring out his glass dil-"
Daisuke hung up.
daimaodaimao
Because he knew it was just a dream, Daisuke didn't panic to find himself on a bed on top of Takumi. The boy was breathing heavily, but there was little to no panic in it, the bottomless eyes dilated with lust. The lithe body Daisuke was pressed to was undulating slightly, like a prelude to thrusting. Hands shyly stroked his arms, and the boy offered a nervous smile.
"I won't hurt you," Daisuke said softly. "I promise, I will never hurt you."
"I know," Takumi whispered.
"Will you let me make you feel good?"
The boy nodded. Daisuke immediately went in to taste the parted and damp lips, swept the clean, sweet cavern with his tongue. The kid clearly didn't know how to kiss, but obediently let his vocal organ be massaged and chased. He devoured Takumi until the teenager turned away to breathe, and instantly moved to the thin and pale neck.
He tasted so good, like solid and sweetened spring water. He would never have dared to mark the boy in real life, but this wasn't, so he sucked at several spots until the delicate skin was reddened and almost bruised, marking him as Daisuke's, making the rest of his body more flawless by comparison. He needed to see the remainder of him, now.
"Trust me," Daisuke gasped, and whipped the boy's T-shirt over his head without asking permission. To his surprise, Takumi boldly unbuttoned and threw off his jeans. Daisuke wanted to touch all of him at once, but could only run his hands frantically all over, pressed himself to the nude minor and groaned with pleasure against a bare shoulder.
Takumi was moaning, but still soft. Daisuke kneaded the flat breasts to feel the slight rise of pale pink nipples. Encouraged by the appreciative sound the boy made, the teacher framed one nub with his mouth and began to lave and suck it. Takumi arched up, and Daisuke soothingly rubbed his hands over the boy's sides. Byt the time both buds were erect and glistening, Takumi was hard against Daisuke's thigh.
"Look at me. Think only of me," the elder panted as he took the cock in hand.
"N-Niisan - "
"No, look at me. Open your eyes."
Timidly, the boy did, and now there was hesitation. "You...won't hurt me?"
"Never. I love you." Daisuke knew it was true the second he said it.
"Love me then," Takumi whispered, pushing into the cupping hand. "Show me."
Daisuke masturbated the boy with one hand and stroked the fine black hair with the other. Young and aroused as Takumi was, Daisuke expected him to come quickly, but it seemed to go on forever. It was heaven, feeling the heavy organ pulse in his fingers and having time to kiss every inch of skin his lips could reach.
"You can come, baby. You're with me, you're safe."
As though the permission had been needed, Takumi let go. The orgasm ripped through him like electricity, his body jerking and shaking in Daisuke's arms and coating the space between their souls in sticky white. Daisuke kissed and caressed him for the eternity it took, then drew back to offer a tender smile that immediately faded.
The boy was white, looking at him with absolute terror. He began to scream shrilly and thrash, and Daisuke tried to stop him, not to restrain but worried he'd hurt himself. Suddenly Daisuke woke to the shriek of his alarm, and he was tangled in the sheets of his bed.
"Damn," the man swore. Takumi had gotten under his skin and into his dreams already. "Or nightmares," he said aloud, and looked at the bed linen by his crotch with annoyance. He would definitely be doing laundry today.
daimaodaimao
Takumi entered the study with a messenger bag of notebooks, and the only thing that possibly could have made him look more innocent would have been a school uniform. Daisuke filed that fantasy away for later, and rose from behind the mostly-cleared oak desk with his most reassuring smile.
"Good morning, Takumi-kun. How are you?"
"Well, Sensei, thank you, and you?"
He has a beautiful voice. "Excellent, and eager to get to work if you are."
"I am." Takumi sat down opposite him. He shifted, looked around as though analyzing the familiar room for possible exits.
Daisuke wanted to hold the boy. He was not thinking of anything sexual, just wished he could comfort him.
"I won't pile too much on you today, Takumi-kun. First I think we should define our educational goals. What do you want to get out of the time we spend together? You can take some time to think about it."
The teenager seemed surprised by the question. After a moment he said, "I'm worried about the school I'm missing. I want to catch up and be able to get through college entrance exams. And I like to learn."
Daisuke tried not to look at him with too much affection. "Wonderful. I'll do my best to get you ready. You're aiming for Todai?"
"Ideally. You went there, didn't you? What's it like, Sensei?"
He's beginning to forget his anxiety. "You'll love it. You're surrounded by other intelligent people, clubs for every possible interest, professors who are the best in the country. Why don't you tell me what subjects you like and don't like, and where you feel you need and don't need help?"
Takumi considered. "I'm okay with math, I guess. I like algebra but not calculus. Sort of the same with science, I like biology but not chemistry. My kanji is a little sloppy, but I know all the ones I'm supposed to. I really like history. And I'm awful at English."
"Do you understand this sentence?" Daisuke said slowly in English.
"Chotto sukoshi."
"No problem, English is one of my best subjects. I'll have you ready to study abroad in no time."
Takumi looked down, and the warmth between them began to cool. "Dad would never let me. He doesn't want me out of his sight."
"He loves you. He wants you safe, that's all. Takumi-kun...your father may have told you that I'm also a psychological counselor. You can talk to me about anything, with a promise from me that it stays between us."
"You wouldn't tell Dad?"
"Only if I knew you were planning to hurt yourself."
Takumi cutely bit his lower lip. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Always, any time."
"Why did you become what you are?"
"I always knew I wanted to teach. And I grew up with a bipolar older sister," Daisuke said matter-of-factly. "I saw her struggle in school, with unsympathetic teachers and therapists who didn't understand her problems in school. I wondered if I could be both, or something in between, to help special kids."
"Special?" the teenager said dully. "That's one way to put it. Don't you mean broken?"
"Is that what you feel you are, Takumi-kun?"
"Wow, you really are a therapist."
"You don't have to answer the question."
"Thank you," the boy said quietly.
"Please look at me a moment, Takumi-kun." The boy did, uncomfortably. "Any time you feel upset or need to talk, or you don't want to talk about something, just tell me."
A lovely, light smile appeared. "Calculus makes me nervous. Can we skip it?"
"Nice try, kid," Daisuke laughed. "We'll do the bare minimum you need. Do you know what you'd like to be when you grow up?"
"A lawyer, maybe."
"To follow your father. Is there anything you really like to do?"
"I used to play the violin, but not anymore."
"Why did you stop?"
Shifting again. "I prefer not to answer."
Good boy, Daisuke thought, though he did want to know. "Fair enough. But if you ever pick it up again, I hope you'll let me hear you."
Takumi almost immediately nodded. Daisuke began to take textbooks out of his satchel and pass them over to the boy.
"These are all approved by the boards that control the university entrance exams. Depending on how long we work together, we may go through many of these, but we'll begin with this one for calculus...this for history, world as well as Japanese...this for biology...this for English. I'll also be assigning you some pieces of literature, but I'd like to know more about your tastes first. What kind of fiction do you like?"
"Historical, mainly."
"Great, I have one that will tie right into our coverage of the French Revolution. What about poetry, do you like it?"
"I haven't read much. I know I don't like haiku."
"I'll introduce you to some rhyming poetry as part of our English study. It makes all the difference."
"As long as you have translations handy," the boy laughed.
"I promise. Where did you leave off in Japanese history?"
"Sengoku."
"Great, one of my favorite periods. I wanted to be a samurai when I was little."
"That's morbid. I wanted to be a superhero."
"Yours is better," Daisuke teased gently, "less chance of seppuku."
I like him, Takumi thought, trying to hide the slight fear he was feeling. He's so nice. I wish he weren't so handsome. I wish I was peaceful and cool like him. I feel almost...not scared. Takumi wasn't sure what to do with this feeling. He was unused to being with a non-family member and feeling safe. But Daisuke was far from the hovering presence of his father.
"What are we covering today, Sensei?"
"I mostly want to get a measure of your skills and readiness. Are you up to a few quizzes?"
Takumi pouted, but nodded. He was handed a few sheets of paper, one on calculus and algebra, one on European and American history, one on basic English vocabulary with a few sentences to translate. Takumi worked through them, feeling fairly confident, and passed them back to Daisuke. The teacher looked them over, and smiled.
"Very good, you're going to make my job easy. Your father didn't exaggerate your intelligence."
"I'm sure I made a lot of mistakes."
"English seems to be a bit difficult for you, but don't worry, we'll work on that."
"Blech."
Daisuke laughed. "It's a useful skill to have, and it's really not that hard. A few years ago, I was able to read 'Dracula' in its original language, and it was much better than the translation."
"So you like horror novels?"
"I don't mind them. I was researching, though, I was playing Dracula in a college production."
"You act?" Takumi sat up, interested. "Did you do it a lot?"
"Several plays. I got offered a place in a theater company, but my studies were more important to me."
"I'd be so scared to act on a stage."
"Didn't you do violin recitals?"
"Yes, but I didn't have to talk."
Why did he quit? Hayama-san said he was good, great. Will you ever tell me, Takumi?
"I'm sorry about our first meeting, Takumi-kun," Daisuke said suddenly, without thinking.
"Eh?"
"I held your hand too long. I'll be honest - " Liar. " - I was testing you. I wanted to see how bad your haphephobia was."
Takumi looked down. "It's not your fault. I'm the one with the problem."
"Not one of your making or choosing," Daisuke said gently.
"I guess Dad told you what made me this way."
Daisuke slightly dodged the question. "I'd like to help you, if you'll let me."
Takumi didn't look enthused. "My doctor is trying, but it's not going well. Maybe it can't be fixed. He says some people just live their whole lives with it."
"What is he doing, besides medication?"
"He sits a little bit closer to me in each session."
"Desensitization," Daisuke understood.
"And he asks me to look at...pictures." The boy's shy manner had returned.
"What kind of pictures?"
Takumi's voice went almost inaudible. "Sex pictures. Just drawings, but I don't like them. Nobuta-sensei says he's trying to show me...what it's supposed to be like."
I guess that makes sense. His only knowledge of sex would have been rape. God, I want to hold him. I want to get the melancholy out of his eyes.
"Has he told you it doesn't have to hurt?" It was a personal question, a risk.
"Yes, but..."
"Go ahead, it's okay."
"With...two guys...it must hurt, right?"
"It doesn't have to, I promise." Wait, is he gay?
Does he mean he's gay? "Watanabe-sensei..."
"Yes?"
"May I be excused for the day? I feel unwell."
Damn it. "Of course. I'll see you tomorrow."
Takumi forced himself to go to the door slowly. Internally, he was running from his awakening feelings as fast as he could.
To be continued.
"Chotto sukoshi" is "A little bit."
