Chapter Two: Dirty Little Fantasy

I'm hopeless. I'm confused. But there is one thing I'm certain of- I want him. I feel so dirty, so unlike myself…different. Meeting a person for merely a couple of hours shouldn't leave me like this. But how can I question the possibility when I'm in this state? How can I not realized that within a short-very short-period of time my whole mind set has changed.

The entire time I was seated across from Misaki during dinner, all I could do was steal curt glances of him. Each time I hoped he would smile. When he did…oh God! Words, neither simple nor intricate, could describe the overwhelming warmth I felt. That smile. His smile. So simple, so regular. Yet, completely and utterly beautiful.

…And his body. Fuck. I wonder what he looks like completely nude-No! I cannot be thinking about this! He's Hiroki's boyfriend for Christ sake.

I sat sprawled on the couch with an arm over my face holding a cigarette in the other hand, just thinking…of Misaki. The thought of him sent a certain heat in a lower direction. I let out a short laugh, "am I really getting turned on?"

Maybe that's all it was, simply lust. Yes. I mean that has to be it. I don't even know the kid, and love at first sight is a much too naïve thing to believe in. It's for fantasies—novels. I write about this stuff (this feeling) all the time, you'd think I'd be okay in this sort of situation. But I sure hell don't know what to do.

Forget about him.

Sounds easy enough. Yeah…I'll do that.

Putting out my cigarette, I stood up and walked up the stairs to my room. After throwing off all of my clothes, save for my boxers, I practically collapsed on my bed. It would have been comfortable…if it weren't for a certain appendage of mine awkwardly poking into the mattress. Still hard…damn that kid.

Turning to lay on my back, I slowly slithered my hands beneath my underwear. I took a moment to feel the heat my groin was producing, chuckling at how something so naughty could feel like maternal warmth. After basking in the pride that my manhood could change the temperature of its surroundings, my fingers gently began teasing the tip. A few light groans and minutes passed, but nothing I did completely satisfied me. Closing my eyes to focus on the sensations, my mind subconsciously wandered to a picture of Misaki the way I first saw him; almost naked and incredibly vulnerable. This sparked a fire in my core as my cock grew even harder. I began moving my hands faster, rougher—not even that seemed to satisfy the craving for something more, someone more.

I began to fantasize about what was under that unworthy towel…what it looked like. "Oh God…" I growled into the emptiness of my room. Closing my eyes in bliss, I imagined what Misaki's hands would feel like. Probably small and soft. My hand urgently reached into the drawer on my nightstand, and I frantically searched for the hand lotion I never use. Once I felt the plastic lid I impatiently pulled it out, opened it, and poured a large amount on my palms. My hands gripped my arousal anxiously. The creamy softness of the lotion rubbing against my skin brought me closer to cloud nine. Images of Misaki mixed with the pleasure of jerking off created a whole new image of the young brunette touching me with his cute humble hands.

I'm so dirty.

My hands frantically ran up and down my length.

I'm so perverted.

The lotion, still not dissolved, created wet noises which echoed throughout the room.

This is wrong.

Wet…like saliva…Misaki's mouth around me. Oh, the perfect movie playing out in my mind.

I shouldn't be doing this.

I'm close.

Misaki.

So.

Misaki…

Fucking.

Misakiii…

Close.

"Misaki! Ohhh!" White flashed before and behind my eyelids. The stickiness on my hands was no longer provided by lotion, but now cum. And with the fading of my afterglow, the realization of what I just finished doing began seeping into my head.

I jerked off. I imagined Hiroki's boyfriend was doing it. I came. I yelled his name. And worst of all, I enjoyed every millisecond of it.

"Shit."

Before I slipped into sleep I, maybe not so consciously, realized how lonely I was and how my bed had just enough space for one more person.

Just forget about him...

Yeah, Right.

A/N: Short chapter, I know...but I think I'm going to start writing shorter chapters so I can upsate my stories faster. Maybe. Maybe not. Anywho, please feel free to review. It would make me incredibly happy (: