On Another Path

Chapter Ten: Fuck

Akihiko's words were like a shot of adrenaline pumped straight into his lover's heart. No sooner had they left his mouth than Hiroki felt its beat accelerate; the sound of its rhythmic thumping pounded in his ears and it seemed as though this organ, long tried by his love, might actually burst.

At this point, the couple were kneeling on the couch facing each other.

Akihiko raised his other hand, placing a cool palm on Hiroki's cheek. He leaned back in to offer another tender kiss. He was shocked however, when Hiroki grabbed both his wrists tightly and rose to challenge his lips. The things he'd said had stirred Hiroki's passion and in Hiroki's mind, the time for tenderness was over.

Sensing this now, Akihiko's mouth met Hiroki's in equal measure. Lips crushed together and then parted as tongues flashed and sucked.

They were so eager, that even when their teeth accidentally cracked together as they sought each other out, they did not pause at this primitive sound, the jarring animal clash of it, but simply continued in their frantic oral embraces.

Hiroki's hands left Akihiko's wrists, they clasped his face and sensitive fingers marveled at every sensation beneath them: the fine edge of an angular jaw, the faint patch of stubble that the man's morning razor had skipped, the perfect fit of his finger behind the shell of Akihiko's ear.

Each of these was carefully cataloged and tucked into Hiroki's mind for later contemplation.

Akihiko's agile fingers quickly went to work on the buttons of Hiroki's shirt, opening it to reveal a lean but well sculpted chest. He pushed it down off broad shoulders.

Hiroki lowered his hands and the shirt dropped off.

A jean-clad knee slid between Akihiko's parted thighs. A low moan escaped from him as Hiroki shifted and ground against his heated groin, pressing through the thinner fabric of his slacks, applying sweet, painful pressure against his heavy sac, squeezing his quickening member.

The strong fine-boned fingers of one of Hiroki's hands reached up and twisted through Akihiko's thick pale hair; they pulled his head back exposing his long elegant throat. Hiroki left off licking the smoky flavor out of Akihiko's mouth.

With nipping kisses he moved to on to sample the piquancy of other parts: the slight bitter taste on the base of Akihiko's jaw where a trace of his aftershave lingered, the increasing salt of his neck as normally cool skin was quickly becoming slicked by the heat of his passion. As Hiroki's mouth continued to consume the rich buffet of Akihiko's body, the hand not tangled in his hair, slid beneath the soft knit of the "V" necked cashmere sweater Akihiko was wearing. Hiroki's skilled fingers stroked between hard pectorals, tracing the physical poetry of his lover's muscular form.

Akihiko's back arched up to meet the touch immediately.

Knowing this body so well after their intimate times together, Hiroki teased. His fingertips tickled every inch of chest except the two places his silver-haired scribe most desired until Akihiko could no longer bear it.

"Stop fucking around!" Akihiko growled at last. One of his uncharacteristically heated hands took Hiroki's and slid it over the hard pebble of his nipple.

Hiroki pulled his mouth off Akihiko with a barking laugh at the desperate demand. He untangled his fingers from his lover's wild mane. He raised his head from the strong neck he'd been attending to find his gaze meeting the normally light eyes now dark with desire.

These same eyes widened slightly at the unspoken communication contained in Hiroki's own embered stare.

Akihiko was stunned to realize that his friend been earnest in their earlier conversation and that as much as he'd just laid down his own verbal claim, Hiroki now intended to physically articulate his possession.

As he studied the serious gaze of the other young scholar, Akihiko understood Hiroki was waiting for his acquiescence. With an un-worded low growl this time he granted his permission and in an instant four hands simultaneously sought the hem of his sweater.

The cool air of the apartment caressed the skin of his heated torso as it was revealed; it kissed his tight nipples making them even harder.

Hiroki's mouth followed.

His tongue flicked across an inflamed tip, and rather than quelling the fire, it only sparked it higher. Warm firm lips encircled, wet heat engulfed, hard ivory scraped and worried. On the other side of Akihiko's heaving chest, smooth academic fingers pressed and pinched.

Akihiko felt himself succumbing. Awash in fleshly sensation, his mind melted and any remaining resistance was borne away on the waves of his pleasure.

He wove his long fingers through the thick silken skeins of Hiroki's dark hair. His hands began to offer a gentle pressure desiring to herd Hiroki's head down so that his lover's mouth might graze lower pastures.

Hiroki responded ardently to this cue, biting, licking and sucking his way southward along and across his friend's long, lean torso before he even heard Akihiko's labored whisper.

"Fuck, Hiroki, I need more."

In one seamless motion, Hiroki slipped off the couch and onto his knees on the floor, positioning Akihiko's body with him: turning the taller man's hips, pulling long legs over the edge of the couch, and settling himself between them.

Simultaneously his hands sought the top of Akihiko's trousers and the chorus of his slicking mouth and Akihiko's harsh and increasingly heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent apartment were joined by the sensuous accompaniment of a belt buckle clinking as it was undone, the track of a zipper as its teeth unclenched, and the soft hiss of fabric sliding off narrow hips.

Hiroki was still gently biting along Akihiko's taut low belly. He had removed Akihiko's pants but not his briefs yet. One hand traveled down the surface of one of his lover's thighs, the other kneaded Akihiko's aching member through the soft fabric.

Hiroki sat back and observed with pleasure the expanding damp stain where his lover's desire was leaking. Akihiko bucked his hips up in frustration.

"Since when did you become such a god damn tease, Old Man?"

Hiroki said nothing, but he licked his lips.

The sensuality of this, the heated glint in the mahogany stare, pushed Akihiko over further; unconsciously, he moaned. His long fingered hands flew to the band of his briefs and he began to push them down, determined to find relief for his straining cock.

Hiroki knocked the frantic hands away and grabbed the band himself with a growl of his own. Akihiko raised his hips as Hiroki finally freed him from the constraining fabric. His flushed erection thrust up towards his belly.

Hiroki paused only briefly to admire the beauty of his lover's cock, the veined length of it, flushed dark against the rest of Akihiko's creamy skin. The flesh of it was taut to the point of shiny with the heated blood that filled it.

He grasped the stiff shaft, holding it as he lowered his face to Akihiko's groin. He marveled as always at his lover's unique coloring here, for though darker strands wove through it, the thatch of Akihiko's pubic hair was light as well. It seemed appropriate to his poetic sensibilities that Akihiko's loins, like his head, were girded with silver, given the treasures held there.

Brushing his nose against the silvered patch, Hiroki started at the base of Akihiko's cock. He breathed in the light musk here and realized Akihiko must have showered just before Aikawa arrived. He could smell too, the crisp tang of soap caught in the net of coarse curls. The combination of these scents pleased him.

Lifting Akihiko's dick a bit more, he nuzzled and kissed at its base but then rather than travel its length, his mouth moved down to Akihiko's velvet sac. So sensitive, he could feel the pulse of each part on his tongue as he licked and sucked. He reveled to hear the shivering sighs above him in response to his tender mouthings.

Akihiko slid down further on the couch.

He braced his feet on coffee table in front of it, propping his legs up on either side of Hiroki. His hands grasped the edge of the couch's cushions now, giving Hiroki free reign over his lower regions.

Hiroki's hand shifted and took Akihiko's cock tightly at its base: his grasp constricting, making it so that Akihiko could not come until he was ready for him.

Pulling back briefly, he left off his oral attentions. Hiroki turned his shoulders slightly and with his free hand pulled open a l drawer in the side of the coffee table, extracting the small vial kept there.

He smiled to himself as he considered what Sato-san's reaction must be when she encountered all their various stashes throughout the apartment as she was cleaning.

Not wishing to lose his hold Akihiko, Hiroki brought the small plastic bottle to his mouth and pulled the lid open with his teeth. Though the lube was supposedly unflavored, the chemical taste of it annoyed him and he looked forward to replacing this with Akihiko's natural flavor.

His hand repositioned the vial again and now Hiroki used his mouth to squeeze an ample amount of the cool, thick fluid onto his fingers. Then his tongue pushed the bottle out from between his teeth and it fell to the floor.

It rolled on the polished wood, leaving a small trail of heavy glistening drops.

As his fingers warmed the fluid that coated them, his mouth returned to Akihiko's expectant cock. Hiroki now licked up and down its luscious length. Then he wrapped his lips over his teeth and his mouth over the weeping head. His skilled tongue caressed all its most sensitive spots.

"Fuck, that's good, Hiroki!" Akihiko hissed through his teeth as a tongue cradled the underside of his shaft and Hiroki's adept mouth took him further in. Akihiko moaned when he felt himself completely swallowed and Hiroki's kiss-swollen bottom lip brush the top of his balls.

In his eagerness Akihiko's hips bucked up and jarred Hiroki slightly.

Akihiko hissed again but this time not in pleasure: his action caused Hiroki's lower ridge of teeth to graze the tender underside of his cock. Despite his skilled deep-throating, Hiroki gagged a bit also at the unexpected thrust.

The hand holding Akihiko's base clenched tighter in warning.

When Akihiko felt this and reluctantly settled, Hiroki rewarded him by not removing his mouth. His tongue laved down a soothing salve of saliva.

Akihiko was distracted from any remaining discomfort as a lube-slicked thumb stroked down his perineum and began to gently massage it. His pale head tipped back; his eyes closed.

"Fuck!" Akihiko gasped the word like a prayer as hands and mouth pushed him to the outer edges of pleasure. Rendered all but senseless by the thrill of his nerves, with considerable effort Akihiko opened his eyes and he looked down between his legs.

Hiroki's dark eyes met his, and by the glint they contained, it was clear Hiroki knew exactly how much power he had at the moment.

"Fuck!" Akihiko moaned again and this time the word was the frustrated acknowledgement of his wanton helplessness.

His head dropped back again as he felt a greased fingertip feather over his puckered entrance.

"Fuck…" Akihiko uttered the word once more as a whispered gasp as the finger slipped into his silken interior. He felt the initial impulse to expel it, but he forced himself to still, to comprehend the sensation of being entered.

Hiroki silently relished the feeling of tight heat around his finger. As he waited for his lover to adjust, his practiced digit sought and found the tender gland quickly and stroked it.

Feeling how tight the muscles surrounding it were he adjusted the pressure of his touch not wishing for it to be painful. The rapid rise and fall of his lover's chest, the growling pants escaping from Akihiko's throat told Hiroki all he needed to know regarding the success of his ministrations.

Another finger joined the first. Hiroki felt Akihiko clench around it and waited until he relaxed, pushing in slowly, his fingers soon following the gliding rhythm of his mouth.

For Akihiko, the strangeness of the initial feeling and the mild stretch and burn of it was soon swallowed by a rapidly mounting pleasure.

Within a few minutes he exclaimed, "Fuck!" and this time it was a warning.

"Hiroki, I need to come already…" Akihiko tipped his head forward and panted. He groaned through gritted teeth as he felt the other man's hand grasp the base of his cock more firmly.

"God damn it, I need to come!"

Akihiko practically snarled. His low belly was trembling with tension, his need for release boiling over.

When this declaration bought no relief, Akihiko unfurled his long fingers from the edge of the couch; they clasped and then his fists balled again gripping the sofa's cushions tighter. He threw his pale head back in fevered desperation.

"Fuck," he pleaded and then with the same intonation he uttered the word.

"Please."

With this Hiroki's mouth slipped off with a wet sigh. The hand that held the base of Akihiko's cock began to pump in spit-slick thrusts while the fingers inside applied a gentle pulsing pressure.

Akihiko uttered one final, "Fuck!"

This time it was an exclamation of ecstasy, as his balls drew up and a searing white pleasure he'd never known filled him at the same time his cock twitched, spilling its seeded release over his low belly.

As Akihiko began to come, Hiroki slipped his fingers out of his lover's interior, but the hand holding Akihiko's shaft continued to stroke until the last drop had been milked from his exquisite member.

Once he was sure that Akihiko was spent, Hiroki rose stiffly from the floor, his balls throbbing, his own erection aching within in jeans. Despite this, he picked up the pack of smokes and the lighter off the coffee table and dropped them on the Akihiko's glistening chest as he stepped over bent legs and sat back down on the couch. He drew the back of his hand across his spit-soaked chin

Akihiko lit the fag, his hand trembling just slightly, still rocked by the depths of his pleasure. He drew in deeply and exhaled.

"Fuck…" he murmured contentedly.

"For someone who writes novels, you're a man of surprisingly few words," Hiroki observed dryly. His dark eyes watched Akihiko take another long drag.

Akihiko said nothing in response; he just turned his head to face Hiroki, cocked an eyebrow, and offered a sated grin.

Hiroki's brow furrowed. He leaned over cautiously and plucked the cigarette from Akihiko's fingers and tapped it out in the ashtray. He turned back to Akihiko who was now looking at him with both brows raised.

"Don't get too comfortable yet."

Hiroki grabbed the bare thigh closest to him and pulled it up towards him effectively spinning Akihiko's hips sideways now on the couch. He adjusted his startled friend's position until Akihiko found himself lying on his back.

He stared with stunned eyes as Hiroki, now kneeling between his long legs, opened the jeans he was still wearing and freed his own glistening erection.

Akihiko felt the this stiff length press against his low belly from amidst the worn denim and cool metal buttons, the warm drip of Hiroki's cock added to his own cooling seed. Hiroki leaned down and caught his mouth seeking entrance. Akihiko responded, tracing his friend's tongue, tasting traces of his own bitter flavor.

Hiroki pulled himself up slightly breaking the kiss.

"Now it's my turn to say 'fuck,' Akihiko." Hiroki looked slightly sly. "And you know what they say…"

Akihiko said nothing but his expression asked the question quite nicely.

Hiroki leaned over again and growled low into his ear.

"Actions speak louder than words." He dropped his mouth to Akihiko's neck.

At these words, this time, it was Akihiko who felt the pulse of all of his parts start to quicken.

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It's been to long between chapters. Hopefully this will start to make up for that.

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