So, I'm going to upload the rest of the story which is only 4 chapters... but hey, I don't think you guys will mind, ne? lol, no cliffhangers for you!
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"I'm not sure how I feel about that boy dating our son." Hideaki sighed to his wife, said son unknowingly listening in on the conversation. "A boy is bad enough but that boy… he's a hoodlum! A yankee! A downright delinquent… what does Taku see in somebody like that?"
"Everyone has their type, gay or straight…" Megumi replied, folding her hands on the table in front of her. "Maybe he's just Taku's type?" Taku nodded to himself. Ryosuke really was his type; he was everything he wanted in a person. It was perfect.
"Why would someone like that type of person though? I'm… I'm worried, Megumi. I'm trying and I am getting over the whole… liking other males thing but… this boy. What if he pulls Taku into something dangerous? That he can't get out of? I don't want to lose our son to that type of world."
Taku bit his lip, wanting to go in and say that they wouldn't lose him to things like that. He was smart and even Ryosuke was smart, even if he didn't always show that. He knew not to get involved in those types of things—again.
"Neither do I, but we'll just have to trust him with this."
Deciding he had heard enough, Taku turned and walked up the stairs to his room, dropping down on his bed. He understood what his parents were talking about but their worries were unfounded. Nothing would happen to him because Ryosuke wasn't dangerous.
And he… he was really falling in love with him.
"Y-you mean you t-two are al-also da-dating?" Nippori exclaimed in shock, pointing over at Kiyama and Satoshi who had been kissing just as their teammates walked into the clubroom.
"I thought you weren't gay." Ryosuke stated, his arm possessively wrapped around Mizusawa's shoulders who cast him an exasperated but fond look.
Kiyama sighed, looking over at the light haired yankee. "I only said I couldn't return Mizusawa's feelings, that's because I already liked someone." Satoshi beamed as Kiyama looked down at him, smiling slightly before continuing, "Besides, I'm bisexual, there is a difference."
"You mean both dudes and girls do it for you." Ryosuke thought maybe that wouldn't be so bad, but—then again—he had never found (and still didn't) any other guy but Mizusawa in any way sexually attractive.
"In the physical sense…" Kiyama agreed reluctantly, not really wanting to put it into such terms. "But I do find males more appealing than females."
"So you've liked another guy besides Satoshi then?"
"Ryosuke," Mizusawa scolded as Wataru interrupted, figuring Kiyama wouldn't want to discuss that certain topic and he was right as Kiyama gave him a thankful look. "Oi, Kiyama. How long you two been dating?" he questioned, jumping over to them.
"Just after Kanto, Wataru-senpai," Satoshi revealed, a smile slipping onto his face that he was now able to be around Kiyama as his boyfriend, and not just his friend.
"So Ryosuke and Mizusawa have been fucking longer then you two?"
Ryosuke glared as Nippori gagged and Kaneko choked. Mizusawa turned a bit red at that and Hino just blinked before turning to his locker. Twitching, Yuuta said, "Wataru, I don't want to hear about… anyone's sex lives, drop it, please."
Pouting, but doing as his captain said, he went over to his locker to change into their practice uniforms only to turn back around and look at his teammates again. "Yoshi, who's up for omelet rice after practice?" Nearly everyone gave favorable answers and Wataru turned to Hino, expecting him to do the same, only to see him looking into his locker as if he hadn't heard. "Hino?"
"Hm?" He glanced up. "Oh, gomen, I already have plans, senpai." Hino stated before turning back to his locker, hoping he wasn't blushing as he felt he was.
"Eh? Plans?" Kaneko asked curiously, looking over at the second year.
"Hai," he gave a nod. "So I must decline the offer, senpai-tachi."
"Hmm," Wataru eyed him. "What kind of plans? A date?"
Ryosuke looked over at his kouhai suspiciously. "With Mari-chan?"
Wataru glared slightly before relaxing as Hino shook his head. "Iie, it's not a date." It wasn't a complete lie. It was more like going over to Akira's house to take some pictures then it was a "date".
"Hino," Ryosuke called, glancing around his boyfriend as Hino looked over at him. "What did Aihara want to talk about?"
It fell silent, all of them a bit curious as to what the Aihara heir had wanted with one of their friends and Hino flushed slightly before turning away, clearing his throat. "It was nothing of importance."
Ryosuke opened his mouth to say something else only to get a warning look from Mizusawa and promptly shut his mouth, sighing. He couldn't help being worried for the second year. After all, Hino had no idea what it was he was getting into with Aihara Akira.
Collapsing on top of his bed, Ryosuke eyed the brunette setting down his bag next to Ryosuke's desk before he patted the spot beside him and Mizusawa smiled slightly, walking over to join him.
He slowly lay down next to the blonde who wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him to his side. Running his hand through the soft brown hair, he nipped at his lover's lips who gave a small giggle, wrapping a leg around Ryosuke's waist. "Stay the night…" Came Ryosuke's voice quietly, kissing him again.
Mizusawa contentedly kissed back before pulling away. "I probably shouldn't. My parents wouldn't let me leave the house again."
"It's not like they don't know we're hormonal teenagers." Ryosuke stated, snorting slightly as Mizusawa blushed at the reminder of what his parents had walked in on.
"But I would really would rather have them not look at me like that when I walk in tomorrow." He told him, shivering slightly as Ryosuke's fingers slowly inched beneath his shirt and over his chest.
"Then stay for a bit." His voice was a little demanding as he leaned forward, nipping at Mizusawa's earlobe who let out a small moan, tilting his head to one side to give his boyfriend better access. A finger flicked across his nipple and he shuddered, hand clenching in Ryosuke's shirt. "I ain't taking no for an answer, Taku." Ryosuke murmured, his knee moving up between Mizusawa's legs.
"M-maybe I could stay for a bit…" he moaned, not protesting as Ryosuke smirked and began to pull off his shirt, knee lightly grinding up against Mizusawa's growing erection. "R-Ryosuke…"
"Nani?" lips met his chest and teeth scraped over his hardened nubs.
"F-fuck me…" Mizusawa whimpered, rolling his hips up against Ryosuke's leg, seeking the friction.
"Till you can't walk? So hard that if anyone even looked at you they could tell you just got fucked?" he leant up, tugging on Mizusawa's earlobe with his teeth. "You like having my cock so deep up your ass, don't you, Taku?"
Mizusawa nodded, head a bit dizzy with lust as he tugged at Ryosuke's shirt, wanting to feel his fit body bare on top of his own. "H-hai… make me scream, Ryosuke."
Groaning at the sound of Mizusawa's desperate moans, Ryosuke sat up, removing his shirt and throwing it aside before going to rid his boyfriend of his pants. He found it slightly funny how the sight of the other teen's own hard arousal made his own erection throb harder in anticipation when he had used to think he would have found it disgusting. Mizusawa's legs were spread open wide, giving him the perfect view of the small, trembling entrance and Ryosuke let out a strangled moan at the thought of burying himself inside of that tightness again.
It was strange to think that his friend and teammate was so much more fulfilling then any of the girls he had been with. The way he participated and wasn't too loud that it was almost fake, but wasn't even close to being silent. How he fought back for dominance despite being Ryosuke's uke and sometimes even won—much to the blonde's own surprise, but he found himself not at all minding it.
And especially how tightly Mizusawa fit around him as he thrust deep inside of that once virgin ass of his. It made him pleased knowing that he was the one to take the other boy's virginity.
Bringing his fingers up to Mizusawa's mouth, the smaller boy took them in without complaint, wetting them thoroughly as he held his hand, sucking on them slowly. Ryosuke groaned, eyes closing as he imagined how it would feel to have those lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue flicking over its slit just as Mizusawa was doing to his fingers. He felt his penis twitch at the thought just as Mizusawa pulled his lips away, eyes slightly glazed over.
Bending down, Ryosuke pushed his lips hard against Mizusawa's, tongue swirling inside of the other boy's mouth as his fingers traveled down between the brunette's legs. The pad of one finger rubbed slowly along Mizusawa's entrance, Mizusawa pushing his hips down, trying to force the digit inside of him.
Smirking into the kiss, Ryosuke pushed two of his fingers in at once, Mizusawa gasping, hips arching against his hand wantonly. He stretched him, running his fingers over Mizusawa's inner walls, teeth nipping almost playfully at his boyfriend's lips.
Pushing in a third finger, Mizusawa let out a small gasp, shifting on top of the covers. Ryosuke groaned, removing his fingers before thrusting them back in against Mizusawa's prostate, the brunette's head rolling to one side as he forced himself to keep his eyes open.
Figuring he had done enough stretching, he reached towards his bedside table only to have Mizusawa stop him, shaking his head. "I… I want to try it." The gymnast blushed, averting his eyes and Ryosuke rose an eyebrow, pulling his hand back.
"Try it?" his stomach churned at what he thought Mizusawa meant as the brunette nodded before pushing the yankee onto his back, slipping between his legs, eyeing Ryosuke's thick cock.
Slowly, he took in a deep breath, lowering his mouth to the head, taking it between his lips. He flicked his tongue across the slit, earning a moan from Ryosuke before he bobbed his head up and down, sucking on the throbbing appendage.
"F-fuck…" Ryosuke cursed, threading his hands through Mizusawa's hair but there was no need to help as the other gymnast seemed to know exactly how the blonde liked his cock sucked.
Giving one last suck, Mizusawa pulled back with a pop, Ryosuke groaning in slight disappointment until he felt his boyfriend begin to lower himself onto him. Mizusawa moaned as Ryosuke's hands placed themselves on his hips.
"Damn… how are you always so fucking tight?" he let out a groan as Mizusawa began to bounce slightly on top of him, bending down to nip at his earring.
Mizusawa gave a small smile, a moan escaping from his throat. "A-are you sure it isn't… ngh… just your imagination?" he questioned, clenching his ass around Ryosuke's member just as he pulled away and Ryosuke growled, rolling them over so he was on top of the smaller boy.
"Fuck imagination," he thrust hard into Mizusawa's prostate, the brunette's scream of pleasure being muffled by Ryosuke's tongue diving down his throat. He wrapped his legs tightly around his boyfriend, pushing his hips up to meet Ryosuke's thrusts.
"H-harder… Ryosuke…! Deeper…" Mizusawa begged, nails scraping down Ryosuke's back who obliged his request with a lustful growl as drove into him, barely having removed himself at all.
"Ne, Taku…" Ryosuke panted, smirking against the other boy's neck after removing himself to Mizusawa's disappointed whimper. "How much do you want me to fuck you? What would you do to have me make you cum? To bury myself inside this tight ass of yours?" he held back a groan at the thought.
"A-anything, just… fuck me!" he said desperately, spreading his legs as far as they would go and Ryosuke drove into him, enjoying the pleasured cry falling from his boyfriend's lips.
"Anything, hm?" he muttered against Mizusawa's ear, speeding up his thrusts as Mizusawa trembled, ass clenching tightly around him. Ryosuke wrapped his hand around Mizusawa's cock, jerking it in tune with his thrusting and soon Mizusawa came, spilling himself onto their stomachs.
A few thrusts later, Ryosuke emptied his seed deep inside of Mizusawa, collapsing on top of him, panting, pulling him to his chest.
Mizusawa smiled contentedly, mind a little fuzzy as he let words slip from his mouth, not really noticing it at all. "Ryosuke…" he smiled, eyes closed against the blonde's chest. "I love you…"
Ryosuke stiffened slightly at those words, heart skipping a beat. What… what was he doing? He looked down at a smiling Mizusawa in his arms and his lips twitched up slightly before he shook his head. Had he heard that right? Did Taku… did he say he loved him?
The blonde bit lightly at his lip. That… wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to go that far but even Ryosuke was beginning to feel himself fall much more than he had thought he would.
He didn't—he wasn't ready… he wasn't even sure what his thoughts were trying to say. Didn't? Wasn't? Ryosuke was beginning to feel frightened and he didn't even want to admit that.
Slowly, Ryosuke pulled away, sitting up on his bed.
"Mm," Mizusawa shifted, looking up at him. "Ryosuke?" he looked confused slightly before he shot up, hand coming over his mouth. "Did I…" Ryosuke gave an awkward nod, not being able to look at him. "Go-gomen… I… I hadn't planned that."
"Figured," the blonde stated stiffly causing Mizusawa to frown and scoot closer to him, only to see Ryosuke inch a bit away.
"Ryosuke…?" he bit his lip, feeling his breath catch in his throat, and not in the way he liked it to. What was going on? He was confused.
"T…Taku," he hesitated slightly before looking over at him, leaning back against his wall. "We're… we're having fun, right?"
He felt as if the wind had been knocked right out of him at that. "E-eh? Fun…?"
Ryosuke nodded, playing with the skull necklace that was still placed around his neck. "I mean, that's what we're doing right? Is having fun?" he questioned, almost desperate for Mizusawa to agree with him. He didn't think he could handle this. It was one thing fucking another guy, but it was entirely another to feel like this for another male, right? Because they definitely weren't the same thing and… okay, maybe he had been okay with liking Mizusawa but… this, what Mizusawa felt for him… he couldn't be okay with that because… Mizusawa wasn't a girl.
He thought they had both known this—whatever it was—between them couldn't last. Ryosuke would go on to hopefully rid himself of his player side and settle down with a girl and marry, just as Kiyoshi would probably do. And Mizusawa would… well, he would go on to find another guy and… do whatever it was they would do.
He tried to ignore the painful twinge in his heart at that thought. A voice in the back of his head told him he didn't want Mizusawa to be with any other guy, but that was selfish of him. Especially if he would move on with a girl in the future.
"I-I…" Mizusawa blinked, eyebrows scrunching up slightly in his confusion. "What?" dread began to fill the smaller teenager and he bit his lip, trying to calm himself down. "Ryosuke, what do you mean? Having fun? I thought… I-I thought… aren't we?"
"Hm?" Ryosuke looked at him, trying to pretend the hurt look on his boyfriend's-?—didn't bother him as much as it did. "Are what? I mean, come on," he feigned a laugh. "Did you really think I would feel the same way as you? I'm not gay." Why was he saying these things? He didn't want to hurt him so why was he speaking to him this way?
"You don't have to be so mean about it." Mizusawa stated quietly, staring down at the blanket, beginning to feel his heart crumble inside of him. His breathing came in small, sharp pants, head feeling a little dizzy. Why was it so difficult to breath?
"Well, I just don't want you to get your hopes up any more then you have, Taku. Because… I can't… I can't feel the same as you do." He stared, finding it difficult to look at those dark, slightly wet eyes and he was once again shocked when—instead of beginning to cry—Mizusawa clenched his jaw, glaring slightly.
"Nice, Ryosuke. Really, very nice." He gave a small, sarcastic laugh before standing and picking up his clothes, beginning to redress.
Ryosuke frowned, feeling worried. "T-Taku?"
"You know," the brunette looked over at him and Ryosuke quickly bent down, feeling that he should quickly put on his pants, having a feeling that he might need them in a moment. "that was really all very unnecessary to tell me." His eyes closed and he shook his head, biting at his lip. "I had hoped, sure, but Ryosuke, I never once thought you would every say those words back to me, and I hadn't even planned on saying them." Mizusawa's eyes opened and he grabbed his bag. "Fun…" he let out a shaky breath. "You know, Ryosuke, if you treat people's feeling so cruelly, one day, you're going to be the one getting hurt." Without another word, he turned, quickly walking from the room.
Ryosuke panicked before chasing after him. "Taku! Chotto matte!" Mizusawa quickened his steps, forcing back the tears stinging at his eyes. "I didn't mean any of that! Just… just let me explain, okay?"
He grabbed Mizusawa's arm as they reached the front door and Mizusawa looked up at him before pulling his arm free.
"What's going on here?" Kiyoshi questioned, walking up to them but Mizusawa ignored him as he walked out, Ryosuke wishing he could run after him, calling out his name.
But not much longer after, Mizusawa had disappeared from sight and Ryosuke slammed his fist into the wall, feeling his shoulders shake. "DAMNIT!" why did this hurt so much? Why did he feel as if he had just lost something extremely important.
Kiyoshi looked at his younger brother in worry, taking another step forward, hand reaching out only to have it roughly smacked away as Ryosuke turned and glared at him, growling slightly. "Leave me the fuck alone, Kiyoshi! Just… don't come fucking near me, okay?" without another word, he stormed up to his room, the sound of his door slamming shut echoing loudly.
The dark-haired man frowned up at where his brother disappeared to. "I'm just worried… Ryosuke…"
His head was pounding, dizzy as he collapsed back against a wall, breath coming out in heavy pants as he dropped to the ground, tears spilling down his cheeks.
What had just happened? It had been so abrupt, Mizusawa hadn't expected it. He couldn't breathe and he clenched his eyes shut, wrapping his arms tightly around his legs. This wasn't supposed to have happened and now what did this mean? Were he and Ryosuke still together? Were they taking a break? Or were they… he'd really not rather think about that.
Ryosuke had said he hadn't meant it, but it had hurt him. A lot more then he had when Ryosuke had called him a "fag" or when his team avoided him after finding out his sexual preferences. He had felt his heart break.
And he hated that feeling.
He braced himself against the wall as he slowly stood, taking in a deep breath, calming down slightly. At least, he had calmed down until he felt a hand clasp around his mouth, muffling the scream in his throat.
"Mizusawa-kun, ne?" someone smirked against his neck. "We have some important… business to discuss with you."