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Warning: Yaoi, sex, and my weakly attempted plot. Be aware.

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Homo Janai! Part II

Chapter 4

Kayashima was ignoring him. Again. That was the only thing Nakatsu was sure of. He wanted to reach out to the other boy, recreate the few moments of bliss he had experienced while holding him a few days ago, but he was afraid of getting spurned again. He was even more afraid of the sorrowful expression he had seen on his roommate's pale, yet bewitching face and in turmoil that he was the cause of it. He had no clue what could be done to remedy the situation.

Amidst all the drama that was plaguing his life at Osaka High, he continued to see Komari. They always went out together on the weekend, with a few sporadic dates here and there during the school week. Being with her was pleasant and it was a welcome escape from his dorm room, which seemed to be growing increasingly claustrophobic.

Even now, as he was on his regular Friday date with Komari, he was thinking, wracking his brain for a solution to this problem. He knew he couldn't just leave things as they were. It was wearing him thin.

The sun was setting as the two of them were sitting on a bench in the park. Komari was chattering on about something only a girl would talk about, while Nakatsu half-heartedly listened, only a few select words making it through to his brain. Kayashima... Kayashima hated him now... because he had acted like such an idiot after he had done... those things...

"Nakatsu-san?" Komari's voice was laced with concern.

He turned toward her, seeing her face portraying the same feeling as her words. "Uh, yes?"

"Are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah, why do you ask?" he questioned, leaning back and running his hand through his hair while gazing at the darkening sky.

"Well," she said softly, turning more towards him. "You were just staring off into space and not responding to anything I'd said..."

"Oh... sorry... I've just got a lot of things on my mind..."

She frowned at this, before reaching across to him and placing her hand over one of his own, squeezing it gently. "You can tell me, Nakatsu-san. Maybe I can help."

"N-no way." He shook his head vigorously, his bleached hair swaying with the motion. "It's just... It's really personal, so..."

"I understand," she nodded as she spoke. She didn't press the matter further, but continued to gaze at him, her worry slowly dissolving. Nakatsu recognized the look that replaced it instantly. Her face was turned up towards him, her pink lips slightly parted, her upper eyelids hanging heavily over her dark eyes. She wanted him to kiss her...

He complied to her unvoiced request, closing the distance between them, gently pushing their lips together. Almost simultaneously, she opened her mouth against his. He followed her motion, moving his tongue forward cautiously until it entered the moist cavern she had offered. Whimpering quietly, Komari wrapped her arms around his neck, turning her head to give him better access. His hands moved to her back, pulling her almost harshly against him. Their kiss continued, their tongues pushing back and forth, sliding wetly through each other's mouths. Suddenly, Nakatsu pulled away, moving to her neck, licking a wet trail down the exposed skin, before dragging his teeth lightly across it. He nibbled gently at the flesh then laved it with his tongue, alternating the two actions on the slender neck before him. It was so white and soft... So pale...

His hands began to move up and down the slim back they had been holding, feeling every contour. The lithe body molded against him. Quiet sighs were pouring into his ear. He returned his mouth to the soft lips of his companion, licking them before plunging his tongue between them again. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently while one of his hands moved down, cupping her bottom. His mouth was at her delicate jaw then, licking and kissing his way toward her chin.

"O-oh, Nakatsu-san..." Komari moaned breathily somewhere near his ear, her girlish voice somehow dashing his enjoyment of their activities. It was... It was the wrong voice. He wanted to be doing this... with... with Kayashima...

He inched away from her, his head hanging as his mind raced. Yes... That was right. He wanted... Kayashima. The realization hit him so fast and so hard, he couldn't breath for a moment. Disentangling himself from Komari, he jumped off the bench and stood above her stiffly. She was staring up at him in confusion, her lips swollen and face flushed, her breath coming out in short pants, her skirt hiked up dangerously from his groping. It was a sight that any man would love to see. Any man, but not... him.

"I'm sorry, Komari!" He bowed, his torso parallel to the ground. "I'm sorry that I did that to you!" In his overwhelmed state, his words were coming out quickly and loudly. "I... I can't see you anymore, I'm sorry!" With that said, he turned and ran. He need to be elsewhere. Now.

"W-wait, Nakatsu-san!" he heard Komari yell from behind him, but he didn't stop. He ran all the way to the station, dodging the few people that were there, before buying his ticket and sprinting to the platform. He waited anxiously, unable to stay still. He rocked back and forth, shifting his weight between his heels and the balls of his feet. After an excruciating wait of five minutes, the train rattled into the station and Nakatsu dashed forward to board the second its mechanized doors opened. The ride to his stop was short and once the doors opened again, he shot out of the train. He ran the entire way to Osaka High. He wasn't sure why he was in such a hurry. All he knew was that he had to get there now.

By the time he reached his dorm, there was a fine sheen of sweat on his brow and his breathing was ragged from his exertion. He stepped inside, closed the door, then leaned against it, breathing heavily. Kayashima, who'd been sitting at their desk, swiveled his chair around to regard him, one delicate eyebrow raised in confusion. Nakatsu stared at him silently, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. The other returned his gaze for a moment, before turning and going back to whatever he had been doing.

"Kayashima," he said quietly and got no reaction. Scratching his head, he stepped forward a few paces into their room. "I, um... I have something to tell you..." He waited for a moment, deciding to continue after receiving no response yet again. "I broke up with Komari..." His voice trailed off, suddenly realizing he hadn't even thought of what he was supposedly going to say to his roommate. Silence filled the room.

"D-did you hear me?" he asked shakily. Kayashima spun the chair around slowly, facing him, his expression conveying nothing but utter disinterest.

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry it didn't work out."

Nakatsu sighed, hanging his head in defeat. "It was because... because I'm always thinking about you. All the time... Only you. I know that you hate me now, but, I just... I just wanted to tell you that, I guess." He looked up when he heard a small gasp to see Kayashima's eyes wide, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"W-what are you trying to say?" the psychic asked softly, his eyes blinking owlishly.

Nakatsu felt his face heating up. He looked so... cute when he did that. "Um... I'm trying to say... I mean... Can't you just tell by looking at my 'aura' or whatever? I can't... I mean, I don't think I can really put it into words right now..."

He saw the seated boy's eyes roaming over his body, though he knew that's not really what he was looking at. He stiffened slightly under that penetrating gaze, feeling like he was being dissected. The shock on his roommate's face was slowly replaced by a small smile.

"Yes, I can see, Shuichi."

"Ah..." He started at the mention of his given name. Kayashima had never called him that before...

Getting up out of his seat, the psychic walked over to the other and placed one pale hand on the middle of his chest. He tensed at the touch, before a small shiver ran through him.

"You know, you should really learn how to use your words," Kayashima whispered, his face suddenly very close. "Like, for instance, now... If you asked me to kiss you, I probably would."

Nakatsu's eyes widened. "Uh... K-ki-..." he sputtered, the blood rushing to his face. Kayashima would kiss him... Didn't he just admit to himself not too long ago that this was what he wanted? And he did want it. He wanted it so badly. So... he just needed to say it. Say it. He took a deep breath, resting his forehead against his roommate's. "Kiss... me..." he murmured softly.

Dragging the hand that had been on his chest up behind his neck, Kayashima leaned in, pulling the taller boy's head down and brushed their lips together. And it was electric. Immediately, Nakatsu's arms scooped the other boy up, forcing him to stand on tiptoe. He snaked his tongue out, running it along Kayashima's bottom lip, begging for the entrance he had subconsciously desired for so long. The other boy gave it to him, parting his lips, a soft sigh getting swallowed between them. They pressed their bodies together, trying to get as close as physically possible while their tongues mingled. Mimicking the actions he had used on Komari, but this time performing them on the person he really wanted to, Nakatsu moved his mouth to the pale and slender neck of his roommate, kissing and sucking on the soft flesh.

"Na-Nakatsu..." And this time the right voice was gasping in his ear. He continued his ministrations, burying one hand in silky, black hair, pulling gently to obtain better access. Kayashima's hands were on his chest again, clenching the fabric of his shirt. Knees buckling slightly, he suddenly found it very difficult to stand. Touching Kayashima was making him dizzy.

Somehow managing to tear himself away from the pale neck before him, he looked around groggily, his eyes focusing on the empty swivel chair near their desk. He shuffled toward it, never letting go of his roommate, before collapsing onto it, pulling Kayashima on top of him.

"So bold, all of sudden..." the psychic whispered over his face, while running his hands through his bleached hair and down his neck. Those slender fingers made him tingle wherever they touched. Then, Kayashima's pink tongue was licking at his lips teasingly, before continuing their kiss. Nakatsu could feel himself getting hard under the small body atop his own, and he was sure Kayashima could feel it too with the way he was almost grinding against him. His hands made their way to those slowly gyrating hips, gripping them harshly, before letting one hand wander up and under his roommate's shirt.

"Ah..." Kayashima moaned, his tongue still halfway in the other's mouth. He leaned back then, hands securely on the athlete's shoulders, keeping him from falling backwards. They stared at each other silently, both panting from their passionate lip-lock.

"You know... if you asked me... I would... help you with that," Kayashima said between breaths.

Nakatsu cocked his head to the side, his mind still hazy from their activities. "Help me?..." he repeated the words, trying to discover their meaning.

Kayashima smiled, bringing one of his hands up to his face and extended his index finger, putting it in his mouth up to his second knuckle. He then closed his lips around the digit, sucking on it before pulling it out of his mouth. The small wet sound that occurred when that finger left those lips echoed loudly through Nakatsu's ears.

Kayashima would... He was saying he would...?! A series of unintelligible thoughts bombarded his head as he tried to take in what the other boy had just done. That was it, there was no other way to look at it. He had just told him he would give him a bl-... bl-!

"Uh... uh... you w-would?" he stuttered, his cock practically jumping in his pants at the prospect.

"Yes," the psychic purred. "... But only if you ask me nicely."

"Um..." He knew that he had to say it. He would hate himself forever if he didn't. Taking a deep breath and looking anywhere but at the boy on his lap, he mumbled, his face turning even redder, "Um, Kayashima... W-would you... Would you please give me... uh... a bl-blow... j-j-job?"

"You're such a romantic."

"Well, what?!" he snapped. "You're the one who brought it up!"

Chuckling, Kayashima placed his feet on the floor and then kneeled in front of him, hands on the other's knees. "You're right."

The seated boy couldn't decide whether he was looking into the face of an angel or a devil as the psychic reached up to unzip his fly, slowly pulling the little metal tab down. Then there were small hands freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers, and all brain function ceased. He looked down to see said hands moving up and down his member a few times, before a small tongue flicked out to lick the head. He gripped the edge of the chair as he shivered. Suddenly, Kayashima's mouth was on him, taking him in, and he thought he might come right then. He reached forward, grabbing a handful of black hair as he groaned, thrusting up into the warm mouth. His moans filled the room as Kayashima worked on him, licking the large vein on the underside as his fingers circled the head. Taking him in again, teeth lightly scraping the hypersensitive flesh, the psychic delivered one last powerful suck before the other came, his cum shooting into his mouth.

"Ah!" Nakatsu cried as his orgasm ripped through him, leaving him bonelessly slumped in the chair. Still panting, he agonizingly forced himself to sit up to see Kayashima sitting on the floor, a curious expression on his face. Immediately, he sunk to his knees, the chair spinning behind him as he reached forward to take his roommate's face between his hands.

"Are you okay, Kayashima?! I'm... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" His heart was beating so fast as the other boy just stared at him, blinking. There was a small dribble of cum at the corner of his lips that he was trying his best not to look at, but he couldn't help it. The sight of his own cum on Kayashima's beautiful face was making him hard again.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Uh... Are you sure?"

"Actually... I'm feeling a little tired. I think I'll go to bed." He hopped off the floor, leaving the other on his knees and still completely flustered. Straightening up, he said, "Oh... looks like I missed some," and brought his thumb to his mouth and wiped at the stray drop of liquid, before licking it off the digit. "Goodnight, Shuichi," he called as he disappeared up the little staircase.

Nakatsu's jaw was on the floor as he continued to sit on his knees, his pants still undone. He was too shocked to move or say anything. Damn... Kayashima...

Chapter 4 - FIN

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it... I get kind of freaked out writing the 'sexy' scenes, so if they were terrible, I'm sorry. And only two chapters left, I think, unless my plans go horribly wrong, which they've been known to do.

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