Prom Night

Chapter Seven: Suite

Miyagi picked himself up off the dance floor and then offered a hand down to Shinobu.

After considering the outstretched palm for a moment, Shinobu pushed himself up on his own. In his inflamed state, he got up a bit stiffly, not even trying to hide his arousal.

"Stubborn as ever." Miyagi shook his head.

Shinobu scowled at him as he moved with careful steps to retrieve his MP3 player from the table.

Something caught in Miyagi's heart when, on his way back, however his boy's expression softened as he also stooped and carefully bent down to pick up the single rose he'd given him: the one Shinobu had dropped on the floor during their first kiss in the ballroom.

Gray eyes looked up and caught Miyagi in a crooked grin. Shinobu's frown returned.

"What?"

"Nothing at all, my dear Shu-chin," Miyagi's voice was mild as he evened out his smile. "Come on then." He draped his arm around Shinobu again to lead him up to the room reserved for their night together.

They took the elevator up to the top floor of the hotel. Emerging into the hall that held their room, Shinobu asked, "So, how long are we going to stay here tonight, Miyagi?"

Miyagi chuckled. "This is hardly a pleasure hotel, Shinobu. We'll be here till morning or later…

"At least, until you have a chance to recover."

Shinobu felt a jolt of electricity go straight to his softening cock when Miyagi shot him a lewd smirk after saying this. It pleased him immensely they'd have this much time, not having spent the night together anywhere but one or the other of their apartments since they'd traveled to the grave of Miyagi's sensei.

This train of thought was broken and Shinobu felt a sudden heat come into his cheeks when, from behind one of the doors they were passing by, the sounds of a woman moaning in obvious pleasure drifted out into the hall.

Miyagi noticed his embarrassment. He winked. "Don't worry, Shinobu. I asked Tanaka for a room that would assure us of the greatest privacy."

Hearing this, Shinobu snorted in disgust and blushed an even deeper shade of red. "I'm never that loud…

"Am I?"

Though he had requested a discreet room, seeing that his joke had left his younger lover obviously disconcerted, Miyagi gave Shinobu's blond head a light tussle with his free hand.

"Come on, Brat… I was just yanking your chain."

The uneasy expression on Shinobu's face remained. After an uncomfortable silence he stammered out. "It's really not that Miyagi… it just…

"Well… Do you ever miss it? I mean was it better?"

Miyagi stared at Shinobu, stunned. "What? Being with women you mean?"

Despite his trepidation, after a pause, Shinobu nodded.

"It's not necessarily better or worse, Shinobu. It's just different." Miyagi kept his voice carefully neutral. Then he looked at Shinobu with a bit of apprehension in his own eyes.

"Why? Is that something you'd like to try?" The question was asked cautiously and Miyagi looked away rubbing the back of his neck as was his habit when he was uneasy.

"I mean... I'd certainly understand it if you did… You're young after all."

Glancing back up, he was shocked to see an expression of blatant distaste scrunching his lover's handsome features.

"Like hell, Old Man!" Shinobu declared vehemently.

"The only way I'd be interested in that, is if you suddenly had old parts dropping off and new ones popping up!"

Squeezing Shinobu closer to him, a relieved smile played across Miyagi's lips.

"Well, now you know exactly how I feel, Shinobu. So we're even on this issue okay?"

As much as he tried to hide it, Shinobu couldn't keep the grateful look off of his face.

Reaching their room down at the end of the hall, it was easy to see that Tanaka had honored Miyagi's request for discretion. Their room was a specialty suite separated, somewhat, from the rest of the floor.

Shinobu was surprised when he entered to find the interior of the room very Japanese in design. He'd expected their suite to have the same European style that the rest of the hotel seemed to offer.

While removing their shoes, almost as if he read Shinobu's mind, Miyagi explained the décor. "Tanaka-kun designed some of the rooms himself to vary the flavor. I hope you don't mind." His voice had an unusual hesitance to it.

Looking around the room's clean, spare elegance, the combination of traditional and contemporary elements, Shinobu thought how much it reminded him of the man he was with.

"It's perfect, Miyagi… Thank you."

Studying their room further, he noticed there was another arrangement of roses on the room's low table of just a few artfully placed buds. Shinobu also noted their bags had been brought up from the car and set into the closet. Two rich-looking silk robes hung there as well, their sizes seeming to align with his and Miyagi's.

Looking away from this and stepped up over to the low table, Shinobu saw there was also was a can of expensive tea and a pastry box here. Setting his player and the flower down on the table, he cautiously lifted the box's lid.

He was stunned to see a beautiful assortment of seasonal sweets to accompany the tea.

Miyagi had watched his boy's careful investigation of their room with quiet pleasure. Moving over to Shinobu now, he wrapped his arms around him from behind. Nuzzling loose blond hair aside, he murmured into a pink ear.

"According to my research, it's customary after dancing at their prom for couple to go out to eat, but I thought we'd do better to stay in."

Turning himself around so he was facing Miyagi, Shinobu wrapped his arms around a tapered waist and looked up into dark blue eyes.

" How long have you been planning this, Miyagi? Honestly…"

"Ummm. I don't know…" Miyagi shrugged.

"I guess, if I had to pick a point when I knew I needed to do something about your prom, it would have been that first night you mentioned it to me…"

Shinobu's eyes widened at this information and his elder's sheepish expression.

"But that was months ago!"

"Well, you know… All the research and things I had to do to get ready for this took some time."

Miyagi released his hold on Shinobu and brought his large hands up to the base of Shinobu's neck, beginning to loosen his tie.

"Besides," Miyagi murmured, "Life holds enough sorrow as you get older, and I am not ready for you to become too well acquainted with it yet… Not any more so than you have already anyway, because of our situation."

Shinobu watched as his tie was slipped from his neck. He felt Miyagi push the jacket of his tux off his shoulders. He helped shrug out of it the rest of the way and watched it gracefully tossed on to the low thick mattress of the futon.

As his hands dropped to take his cummerbund off, Shinobu knew that, more than just their situation or the prom, Miyagi was talking about his own youth as well, the sorrow that he'd carried for so many years for his beloved Sensei. He suddenly understood that while their youths were different, in bearing the weight of all that grief, Miyagi had never really had a normal teen experience either.

So, in a way, this was truly "their" prom.

This thought pleased him and to demonstrate just how much, he reached out himself now and pushed the tux jacket Miyagi's broad shoulders. This second coat joined the first on the futon.

Slender fingers quickly slipped his elder's tie free, removed Miyagi's cummerbund, and then went to work on the man's dress shirt.

"So we'll have tea and sweets, instead of the American burgers and shakes?" Shinobu concentrated on undoing Miyagi's buttons.

"Well, I was thinking of your figure," Miyagi joked as he simultaneously watched Shinobu's agile hands, marveling at how steady they were and how natural this moment seemed. Especially since, when they first started their adventure together, Shinobu couldn't even unbutton his own shirt around him without visibly shaking fingers.

Moving his own hands around, Miyagi gripped Shinobu's tight backside. "I don't want you getting an American ass, Brat."

"Yeah? Well I don't want you getting an American heart either. So it's nice to know that we'll both be happy with the sweets and tea, Old Man," Shinobu fired back, running his wiry arms under the fabric of Miyagi's now open shirt, noting he wore nothing underneath it.

"And wine," Miyagi added.

Shinobu lifted his head from the broad chest and followed a nod over to the low stand by the bed where a bottle of fine sake stood waiting. More interested in getting his buzz from something other than wine, he pushed his head back down into the powerfully built chest in front of him.

"So, wow me with some other American prom facts you gathered in your research, Professor."

Shinobu asked the question more as a diversion, since the feel of Miyagi's large, strong hands kneading his ass was stirring him profoundly and he didn't want it to stop. He was slightly disappointed when these skilled hands left his ass too soon. This quickly faded when Miyagi stepped back pulling Shinobu's shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton it.

"Well, according to the mythology of American pop culture, prom night is also the night when teens vigorously attack the last bastions of their virginity…"

Shinobu watched his lover making quick work of his buttons. He looked up as Miyagi slipped his shirt off his shoulders. Feeling slightly childlike, Shinobu stood there, his slender wrists still caught in his cuffs, his shoulders bare but for the narrow straps of his tank tee-shirt.

Offering one of his wrists to Miyagi, even though he'd grown some, Shinobu was still awed at times by how small he felt next to his lover. He had this sensation now as one big hand covered his and turned it over to access the buttons on his cuffs.

"Well, we kind of blew that whole virginity component out of the water a long time ago, Old man."

Shinobu raised his eyes expecting to be met by one of his elder's expansive grins. He was disconcerted however to see that Miyagi's expression remained concentrated, as he took his other wrist in hand and set to work, freeing that cuff as well.

"I suppose you're right there," Miyagi sighed.

Struck by a strange tone in his elder's voice, Shinobu looked up,

"Wait," Shinobu uncomfortably pulled his hand out of Miyagi's grasp. "Miyagi… you're not sorry I can't give you that tonight. Are you?"

Miyagi rubbed the back of his shaggy dark head before looking up. He stepped closer and retrieved Shinobu's withdrawn hand.

"No it's not that at all, Shinobu…" He pulled the sleeve and Shinobu's shirt met their jackets on the mattress.

"Well… what is it then?" Shinobu crossed his freed arms over his low belly and grabbed the bottom of his undershirt lifting it up his lean torso.

"I was thinking, Shu-chin…" Miyagi was working hard to keep his voice even as he pulled the tails of his open shirt out from where they were still tucked into his pants and then went to work on his own cuffs.

"There is a way that we both could experience a first tonight if you wanted."

"Just what in the heck are you trying to say, Miyagi?" Shinobu's muffled voice demanded this from inside the depths of his t-shirt as he began pulling it off over his tousled blond head. He stopped short however, peering at Miyagi through the tunnel of thin, white cotton fabric in wonder when he heard his lover's next words.

While his rich voice never changed, even through the shelter of his shirt, Shinobu could see the slightest color creep into Miyagi's handsome cheeks.

"What I am offering you tonight, Shinobu," Miyagi said softly, "is the chance to top me."

D.L. runs away from terrorist fans with pitchforks and torches… But I can't help it. I love switch-hitting. Heh.

02- Thanks for the follow/favorite. Hope to hear from you sometime.

A chance to fly- Glad you're here in the midst of your hectic schedule and so pleased you like their back and forth. I have to say that it brings me much pleasure to write their banter. It's one of the things I love about conveying this couple.

TBF101- Sweet Bird, would that I could whirl you away like Miyagi has Shinobu. Hope that you're feeling better! Thank you so much for your comments, they fill me with all sorts of feels of my own. And yeah, it seems so weird to have a fic with so little angst. I wonder what the heck was going on with me when I wrote this and, how in the blazes do I find my way back there? Cause I could sure use a few more light fics like this in my library.

Barettachante- How could I not shout out to you, faithful BC? And sorry no lemon yet, just a little more fluff before the tart starts. Next chapter citrus will commence however!

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