My stomach was churning with embarrassment,

And my eyebrow was twitching in anxiety.

My heart was pounding faster

My cheeks were burning hotter

I couldn't breathe.

As my growing erection got nearer to Riku's head

So many thoughts ran through my mind in a split second.

Did I really want him?

Did he really want me?

How could I know?
Why should I know?

I could stand up right now-

Make an excuse,

I thought…

I thought I saw the bus so I'd jump up

But it was…

Only a street light flickering.

Yeah, a street light…

If I wanted to stop this so much

Why did the idea sound so wrong?

Why did Riku seem so… right?

My jaw was quivering, Riku's eyes were closed.

He looked so peaceful, while I was so disheveled.

I… What should I do?

I couldn't hold myself in…

My teen sex drive was going to be my downfall…

As my hands gripped the seat so hard my fists were white, I leaned forward.

My face was about an inch from Riku's. I whispered.

"R… Ri…ku…" My voice was shaking so much.

"Hm? What is it?" He turned his head to face me. "Woah Sora, personal spa-"

I closed the gap between our faces.

"MN??" Riku's muffled yelp escaped, but I persisted in holding him down with my mouth. His skin, his scent, how enticing they were. "mmmm…"

My eyes were clenched tightly shut, my fists shaking, my breathing harsh, and uneven. Riku murmured small pleasurable noises. "mmmm…"

It felt good.

I released him; I felt my cock in my pants, rock hard.

He immediately rolled off the bench, stood up, and crawled on to my lap, facing me. He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me again, passionately. His legs were spread apart, his thighs around my waist, in such a tempting position… Our breathing was the only sound.

My hands ran up his thighs, past his hips and up to his bare body. I took in every inch with my sensitive fingertips. I wrapped my arms around his back, and tilted my head to the right. My tongue ran down his jaw to his collarbone. The taste of his skin was the most delicious thing ever to run through my senses. I felt him kissing my neck, and my cock throbbed impatiently. I groaned. His hands felt their way around my body, under my shirt, massaging my chest.

"Ri…Riku… More…" He laughed softly, a breath of air. His hands slid slowly down my torso, over skin, pleasuring my senses, then, his fingertips poked under my waistline. I gasped. "Ri- Not here?? At a bus stop??"

"We have fifteen minutes," He breathed, "a mile away from any other people." My stomach turned inside me. What was he going to do? In public!? I wanted to examine the situation, to analyze my choices, but my brain was so fogged up, he inhabited every thought, every single notion, I wanted him, I loved him, I needed him…

"Riku…" I murmured…

"What?"

"… Take me." I whispered, as quietly as I could while staying audible.

His lips smiled against my neck.

His fingers moved fluidly and swiftly. Before I could gasp again, my belt was undone, and my shirt was being pulled over my head. As soon as he tossed it to the side, my lips were on his again, but it wasn't enough. The cooling air stung my skin, moist with sweat, exposed to the darkness, and it only enhanced my pleasure. Our lips broke, and he knelt at the foot of the bench while I caught a glimpse of a long, thin bulge in his shorts that set my lower torso on fire. He leaned forward, and rested his cheek on my zipper. My eyes were locked on him, on what he was about to do.

My mouth was hanging loosely, breathing jerky, uneven breaths. His shockingly skilled fingers felt up my thighs, and unbuttoned my jeans. As he slowly unzipped my pants, the pressure was almost unbearable. I lifted my waist up, allowing him to pull them down to my knees. Now, my boxers were the only thing separating his mouth from the thing he was searching for. He ran his hand over my cock, the friction of my shorts made me die a little inside. Why he was doing this in public, dark as it was, never crossed my mind; I was wrapped around his sensual touch, his beautiful lips, his beautiful arms, I was, for the first time in my life, complete.

My body was sweating, my fingers were twitching, and my muscles were tense and flexed. It seemed to turn him on, as he stole a glance up at my strained visage.

His fingers went up my bare legs, up the legs of my boxers, and gently felt my balls. I tried to suppress a groan that came out as a "Mnhhmm" sound. He went up, pulled the elastic from behind and exposed my rock hard, throbbing member to the cool, summer night air. It had a thin stream of precum lacing the shaft. He immediately enveloped it between his lips, tormenting the tip with his tongue, mercilessly sending me to heaven and back. I watched him take a dive, and instantly threw my head back and whined. His tongue, his lips, pleasuring everything I ever wanted pleasured in my life. He was breathing so fast, through his nose, I don't think I'd ever heard anything so sexy in my life. My breathing turned to panting, and I didn't think I could hold it in much longer when he must have felt a pulse and pulled back. I opened my eyes. Never had nighttime been so bright, so clear.

He stood up, his body also gleaming with sweat, reflecting the faint light of a pale street light. His huge bulge cast a shadow on his pants, I guessed what he wanted. I looked at him, his crotch, and my recently abandoned cock, still wet with saliva. He looked at his own pants, and at me. My heart skipped another beat.

His hands flashed to his belt, and it was undone. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down his pants in one movement, so fluent that it looked like water. His boxers were stained with precum which made me even harder, if that's possible. He pulled them down and off one foot, his pants lying, unneeded on the pavement. I had to take a moment to take him all in, he was so beautiful, his perfectly shaped waist to his long, wet, throbbing manhood. He walked forward, dragging his boxers along on one foot, not noticing. I spread my legs. He put one foot on the bench, lifted himself on, standing such that his cock brushed my cheek, leaving a drop of Riku on my face. He began to sit down, spreading his legs (dang he's flexible), but holding his ass about an inch away from my cock. He looked me in the eyes, deep and powerful, he really had beautiful eyes. In one, one person, we reached an understanding. He pushed down, and inhaled through his teeth. His eyes squeezed closed, his arms wrapped around my neck. I was blown away, completely speechless, not present. All I felt was Riku around me, Riku holding me, Riku loving me. And that was all I wanted. He pushed himself up a few inches, and dropped. I saw where he was going. I helped, I pumped my abdomen to thrust myself in and out of him, he moaned louder. I whimpered. He leaned over, I followed. He flipped us, and he landed his back on the seat of the bench. I was above him, Riku, who was completely naked. I shook my pants and boxers off my legs. He spread his legs again. Kneeling on my knees, on the seat of the bench, in public, I inserted myself into his ass again, and gritted my teeth, holding my shouts in. He moaned, and I died inside again. I started thrusting, pumping my cock into him. He whispered, between gasping, ragged breaths:

"Pleasure me."

I looked down. His cock was long, hard, waiting for me. For me.

My abdomen pumped, my hands felt down his body, rippled over his muscles, down to that shining pole. I had to guess eight inches. My right hand wrapped around it gingerly, my thumb felt over the rim, slick with precum. I wanted him. He reached up to his own member blindly, put his hand over mine. Together, we pulled up and down, up and down, stroking his beautiful manhood. His gasping turned to whining.

"a-ah, ah, ah, ah!"

His cock started throbbing under my fingers, which turned me on. He was going to cum soon. I pushed harder inside him, I must've hit something that felt good because he cried out, pulled away from me, and rebounded, knocking us to the other side of the bench, he, this time, on top.
"I think I love you," he whispered.

"I think I love you," I replied.

"I still haven't come," the words fell through his smile.

He got onto his knees, above me, who was lying on the bench. He started stroking his own cock, little droplets of precum landed on my chest. It was the hottest thing I think I'd ever seen in my life. Riku threw his head back, lost in his own masturbation.

I pulled myself up, I had to. I wanted to be the recipient. I sat up, the cold bench on my legs. My lips wrapped around the tip of his shaft. He looked down at me, not expecting this. He removed his hand. I tasted the slightly salty, sweet flavor of Riku. I wanted it all. I licked, pumped, and sucked… I needed to occupy my hands so I took to stroking my own cock. It felt amazing. Pleasuring myself never felt so good. Riku was moaning, louder and louder, his hands grabbed my shoulders tightly.

"Oh, oh! O-Oh! A-ahh!! AH!"

His cock pulsed, and pulsed again, throbbing violently, he came in my mouth, and I tasted my new favorite flavor. My tongue felt every inch of his shaft, memorized it. I licked up and down, giving him every ounce of pleasure I had. I swallowed, and came back to his lips to kiss him again. My tongue felt his, as he tasted himself. Together, facing each other on our knees. I realized I was still pleasuring myself, and precum was running over my fingertips. He followed my gaze and smiled. Riku reached down, and started stroking my cock… It felt so good, why did I ever want to avoid such a circumstance? I gasped, I panted, I moaned, I loved him. I lied down again, and he stroked harder, faster, I felt every second, every feeling he was communicating to me. His hand was slick on me, lubricated with my own essence. I began to pant harder, his name was my mantra.

"Riku… Riku… Ri…Riku! I'm gonna, I, aa- Ah! Ahh!"

White semen spurted from my cock, and I shot myself on the chin, the chest, and the abdomen, right under my navel. Riku kept stroking me lightly as he leaned over me, and licked up my body. I squirmed under the weight, but I knew I wanted him on me. Then it was just he and I, he lay on top of me as we kissed passionately, our cocks rubbing together between us, making me want to do it all over again. The beads of sweat under my brow had long since dripped down my face; my whole body was emanating heat, it felt like the middle of the hot, summer day with him there on top of me.

He got up first, releasing my lips. He sat on his knees while I stayed on my back. His shaft was still hard, sticking straight up. One step at a time, he got off the bench, and picked his forgotten shorts off from the ground. He slipped them on, without boxers. I jumped up as well and put my jeans back on. They felt so foreign. He took his boxers up from where they fell and handed them to me. I felt the dampness of them. Riku. I put them to my face and inhaled. I picked mine up also, and gave them to him, an oddly sexual exchange of gifts. I put his in my pocket. I turned around shocked to see him taking his shorts off… again. Then he put my boxers on and put his shorts back on over that.

"I want a little bit of you with me all the time."

"Just wash them, and you can keep 'em." My voice cracked, weak from the experience I had just gone through. He laughed, warm, church bells.

His pants still had a bulge, which I reached down and felt, teasing him. His cheeks darkened and I laughed. We leaned in for another kiss when we heard a large mechanical object pressing toward us. The bus was about to come around the corner, so I grabbed my shirt and threw it over my head. As the buss rolled to a stop, hand and hand, we took the first steps back to reality.

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Phew!

I really hate clichéd phrases when it comes to yaoi. Like "fighting for dominance" or words like "seed" and "milky". I've always thought those were completely the wrong image, so I avoid them.

I also thought that this was rather rushed sounding, and it probably was, in fifteen minutes of time in the story, lol.

Anyway, I'm still not done.

Please look forward to the conclusion!

Thank you very much!