The Distance Between Us

Chapter Four: Closer

"Oi, Old Man, what do you think you're doing?" Shinobu cried as Miyagi drifted into the bedroom with him over his shoulder. He kicked a bit for effect, though his heart was really not into any significant resistance.

"Hush, brat!" Miyagi said, not unkindly. Though Shinobu could not see his face, he could hear the smile in his lover's voice.

"Hey, take it easy!" Shinobu huffed as Miyagi dumped him unceremoniously on the bed.

Then Shinobu immediately fell silent. Looking at Miyagi, in the dim light of the bedroom, he appeared different: larger, more powerful.

Even after the tender moment they had just shared in the bath, this new vision stirred Shinobu's sense of frailty and inadequacy. His hunger for Miyagi, however, rose up and overpowered these other sensations. Whether he was worthy or not, he desperately wanted this man.

Miyagi had straightened himself after dropping his boy. Now he stood studying Shinobu in the shadows of their darkened den. City light, crept in through the window, its glow licked up Shinobu's pale skin.

Illuminated by this, hair damply shining, towel askew, Shinobu looked even younger than usual.

Miyagi felt the old conflicts and convictions rise up inside him, simultaneously with his desire. His passion for Shinobu overthrew his conscience: while his mind was all too aware of the immoral issues involved with what he planned to do to in a matter of minutes, his heart was lawless.

Shinobu raised himself up on his knees, reaching out for Miyagi, at the same time Miyagi bent down, moving into to embrace him. Their lips met and once more there was a fierce oral debate, as each struggled without words to articulate the strength of his ardor for the other.

When their lingual sparring ended in a draw, their mouths moved quickly elsewhere, eager for other audiences: ear, nipple, neck, collarbone, cheek, hip, belly, cock. The silence of their room was soon replaced by a competitive chorus, bass and tenor tones alternating in exertion and exultation.

Looking at Shinobu who now lay on his back, panting heavily, Miyagi was pleased to see the teen becoming erect again. He loved his young lover's resilience. He tried to tell himself he had pleasured Shinobu in the bath so that his boy's eager erection would be prolonged in this present coupling, but he knew this was not the whole truth.

Shinobu's rebuff of his declaration over the dishes had pained him and he'd needed to reduce his boy to salve his ego. Still, even in this, Miyagi's feeling moved him to do this through kindness rather than cruelty.

Shinobu urged his lover on. Miyagi grabbed the lube off the night stand and after anointing both finger and cock, began to tease his boy's quivering entrance with a slick digit. Shinobu grew frustrated when Miyagi refused to enter him without the taking an interminable amount of time to properly prepare him.

He wanted to be filled…now! He loved the size and heat of his lover and felt empty every moment Miyagi was not in him.

While he may have been shy and uneasy in the beginning of their relationship, despite his bold words, already, in this way at least, he had grown. Shinobu no longer hesitated in these moments to ask for what he wanted.

"Get inside me, Miyagi!" he demanded.

Miyagi waited no longer, and immediately complied. Their bodies locked quickly and naturally into each other.

There was a particular fierceness in Miyagi's thrusting tonight, something Shinobu had not felt since the early part of their relationship.

Initially, the older man had been unintentionally brutal: his movements communicating his anger at being forced out into the awareness of who and what he truly was by Shinobu's persistent pursuit. Shinobu had been perceptive enough to recognize this on some level. He had endured it gladly, fighting back his cries, if it meant Miyagi's realizations would eventually make him his.

Then things between the two of them had gradually gentled.

Part of this came as their understanding of the difference between fucking and making love evolved together, because despite the vast gap in their ages, up until they joined, neither had truly understood the difference.

Miyagi suddenly shifted and rolled over onto his back, pulling Shinobu with him. Shinobu found himself sitting astride the older man.

With this, their dynamic changed from him being entered to Miyagi being engulfed. Shinobu rocked his hips, laying his own powerful claim on his elder's body, communicating his possession in equal measure to being possessed.

Then Miyagi intervened once more, moving them in tandem. He withdrew and rolled Shinobu over onto his stomach. Strong hands gripped narrow hips and lifted, positioning Shinobu on his knees and re-entering from behind re-asserting his dominance.

As he found his pace again and his rhythm increased, he reached around and took Shinobu in his hand, working the teen's shaft until they together almost simultaneously: the result of their glorious friction.

When both had ceased in his shudders they collapsed in a fluid-shared heap.

Once again Miyagi shifted them together, moving them onto a side. They lay there panting together from their exertion. After a few minutes, Shinobu made a move to get up. Miyagi growled holding him tightly.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I was going to get something to clean us with."

"Be still, that can wait."

Shinobu snuggled back in at this command without complaint. He was feeling very pleased: Miyagi had not withdrawn from him after coming, and he relished the sense of the man relaxing inside him.

When they had first started having sex, he would withdraw almost immediately after ejaculating and go into the bath to wash himself.

Shinobu had initially thought it was because Miyagi was disgusted with him somehow. He later learned the man had been distressed, but not in the way he had thought. Miyagi had been trying to wash off his conscience along with his cum, during those early times. Now, however, it seemed he had reached a place of resolution.

"Fuck... I need a cigarette, Shu," Miyagi grumbled.

Shinobu sighed. He drew Miyagi with him as he reached under the bed and pulled out an ashtray that also held a half empty pack and a lighter.

"My angel!" Miyagi reached for his fix.

"Oi! One condition!" Shinobu pulled his arm out beyond Miyagi's reach.

"What?"

"I get a drag."

"Put them away!" Miyagi ordered, though his voice was gravelly with want.

"What? Why?" Shinobu was surprised.

"Because there is a limit to even how much an old pervert like me will to corrupt you," Miyagi huffed indignantly.

Shinobu couldn't help it, a very adolescent sounding laugh escaped his lips.

"I'm serious, Shu-chin, I swear by the gods if I ever catch you so much as lighting up… I will kick your ass into next week!

"Understand?"

"Yes, sir, Sensei." Shinobu snorted still laughing.

After this the two lay together in silence, drowsing and drifting in and out of their private thoughts.

"Miyagi?" Shinobu broke their quiet contemplations; his voice was soft now, and surprisingly vulnerable.

He had not forgotten Miyagi's confession to him earlier or his unkind response. He had realized that he'd said it in part out of a sudden terror that his elder might actually be developing feelings for him as strong as his own were for for Miyagi.

While it was what he desired above all things, it also frightened him.

Shinobu also knew that despite his complacent demeanor, Miyagi felt things deeply. He figured his earlier harsh words would lodge like a splinter in his lover's heart. He knew he needed to find a way to extricate these, lest they fester and eventually begin to poison his beloved against him.

"What?" came Miyagi's sleepy response.

"Don't you already find me sharp sometimes, even now?"

Miyagi recalled immediately his words standing at the sink with Shinobu. He sighed and thought for a moment.

"Time slips away and

Young men are honed, while old men

Fall melancholic."

Shinobu was moved by the impromptu haiku. He thought a moment and then responded.

"My body hardens

But my heart stays ever soft,

If you are in it."

Then he added,

"All my sharp edges

Are tempered by your touch, but

Nothing dulls my love."

Miyagi pulled his budding poet closer into him. He traced one of his thick fingers over Shinobu's lightly fuzzed cheek and was unsurprised to feel it wet with tears. He leaned his head over Shinobu's shoulder.

"When I am older

And find but a memory

I'll cherish each scar."

Shinobu began to sob. Miyagi softly stroked his boy's head with a clumsy hand.

Shinobu whispered,

"Embracing our fate,

Nothing will separate us,

Not distance, nor death."

Miyagi heard Shinobu sniff after he said this.

"And you accuse me of being melancholic," he gently chided.

Shinobu said nothing, but gave him a halfhearted nudge in the ribs with one of his bony elbows.

The silence resumed as each of the lovers contemplated their issues of distance. As they lay there, simultaneously, each became aware of his body in relation to the other's.

Entwined, back supported by chest, one head nested atop the other, they were pressed so closely together that Shinobu felt the vacancy caused by Miyagi's every inhalation. Likewise, Miyagi keenly felt the chasm created each time, in this deeply restful place, his belly would separately minutely from his younger's lower back.

Miyagi swept soft kisses along his brat's salty shoulder, he breathed into Shinobu's ear.

"The distance between

Is but a breath, and yet still,

This length is too far."

Shinobu reached his fine fingers up and traced the side of Miyagi's rough cheek.

"I concede. You win," his normally higher voice was husky with emotion.

"How about tonight we both win." Miyagi gently placed his hand atop Shinobu's.

"I love you, Old Man."

"I love you, Brat."

Each pulled the other tighter once more and for a moment not even their breath separated them.

Forgetting about relinquishing their hold on each other to clean up, they lay together like that for the rest of the night until the dawn came the next morning with her bright cruel fingers to pry them apart once again.

"In love the smallest distance is too great and the greatest distance can be bridged"

– Hans Nouwen

THE END

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