Ch. 80 Extended Scene

Sho stood in the door of the bathroom, his hands gripping the doorframe. He looked back over his shoulder. Koga's tousled hair lay soft and wild on the back of the couch, one long arm laying out like an invitation. His hands clenched against the smooth wood.

He stepped inside and softly shut the door, only flicking on the light once it was completely closed.

The mirror spanned the length of the room. He couldn't escape the painfully obvious glimpse of his own face. The mad fascination with another man. Sho watched his own expression shift as he studied himself, his mind replaying each smile and sneer he'd seen flicker across the actor's features.

"Not my fault." His teeth gritted, he banged his fist on the counter, trying to clear his mind of the obsessive thoughts. "His." If Koga had never touched him- Sho ran his fingertips down his chest, his memory holding captive the exact path the slender fingers had taken. It was burnt into him like a brand.

Today was too much. He turned on the water, ripping his shirt off and throwing it against the wall. He unbuckled his pants but stilled, his hands frozen as he suddenly felt unable to face the actual proof of how deeply it all affected him. He could feel it, pressing hard and tight against its constraints ever since Koga's finger had traced its way down his scalp. Sho moaned, wrapping his arms around himself.

What if he hadn't turned from Koga in the kitchen. Sho raised his hand to his own mouth, desperate to pretend. What would he have done? He pressed his thumb against the corner of his mouth, slowly drawing it across his bottom lip, feeling the caress of wetness slick against his skin. "Unh," Sho moaned softly. To feel Koga like that…

He slid his pants down, freeing himself completely. His skin felt hot and tight. No woman had ever made him burn with need like this. Not even Shoko— and he had thrilled at claiming her, breaking an entire list of taboos as she mounted him. But here tonight, alone, without anyone's hands gripping his skin, he was already achingly stiff at the mere memory of touch.

He stepped into the warm water and let it run over his bare skin. Needed higher pressure. He wanted something to peel back his skin and cleanse him - no, not cleanse, cure. Sho breathed deep, shoving his head under the cascading water. It dripped off his fringe and over his face, running in rivulets down his chest. Just like Koga's hands.

"Fuck," he breathed. He wrapped his hand around himself, his chest immediately seizing in reaction to the touch. He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes as water washed over his upturned face. He let his hand start to move, his body already shaking with need for release.

What if he had done everything he wanted? Drew his finger along Koga's lip, pressing down to force his mouth open. Leaned forward and replaced his finger with his tongue, making it unavoidably clear to Koga just how damn un-straight he was.

"Sho…" Koga's voice moaned in his mind, his hands rising to smooth up Sho's back, tangling in the bow of his apron. Sho pulled back and Koga was wearing nothing but his own apron, the string tied tight around his waist, the slender strap accentuating the lean lines of his shoulder muscles. Sho groaned, his hands tracing over bare skin compulsively as he forced Koga back into the counter. He could feel the other man's hardness rising beneath him, the sudden proof that he wasn't alone in this, that his presence was just as intoxicating for the other rushing over him like a waterfall.

Sho ripped off his own shirt, pulling it free from beneath the apron, the sudden motion scattering clumsily piled groceries across the counter and onto the floor around them. He hissed in pleasure as Koga's hands found his now-bare back. He felt fingernails etching lines down his back. "Brand me," he whispered, shoving his hips against Koga's. "Now."

Koga's fingers dug deep into muscles as his face bent forward, his teeth and lips biting down on Sho's shoulder. His hips ground up against Sho's as he sucked, his fingers gripping his ass and forcing him forward. Sho moaned, the sound ripped out of his core. He tangled his hand in the dark waves of Koga's hair, his other braced on the high cabinet. Koga's hand traced up and around Sho's hip to cup his erection through the soft apron, forcing Sho's head back as he grit his teeth in pleasure. Another moan ripped from his lips when the actor's hand jerked at the bow and his apron fell to the floor. He felt himself grow wet and slick with precum, the actor's hand sliding easily over his exposed length, his mouth never leaving Sho's chest.

"More," Sho gasped. His body shook with shock as he felt the length of Koga's hardness slide alongside his, the actor's apron joined with his in a heap at their feet. Strong fingers wrapped gently around them both, joining the two men as one. Sho's legs shook, his own hand beating rapidly against himself, the feeling of Koga licking his skin, stroking him, his length hard and running along his own, their bodies hot and shaking all more real than anything beyond his closed eyes.

He could almost hear Koga moan, his body tensely rocking against Sho. The imagined sound broke his fragile control and ripped forth his own sharp cry of pleasure and pain as Sho exploded onto the shower wall.

He stood still, shaking, slowly pulling back from the high. His fist pounded in rhythmic denial against the wall as the water washed it all away except the damn need still coiled in his core. Sho growled, turning off the water. It was never going to be enough without him.

In the sudden silence of the bathroom he heard the clang of pans and dishes in the kitchen. Blood rushed to his face as the possibility everything was overheard filled his mind.

"Oh, God…" Sho groaned, collapsing against the wall of the shower. "Oh fuck."

He pushed himself up and groped blindly for a towel, his mind racing as he roughly dried his hair and skin. How thick was the door? How loud was he? He threw the towel at the door with a thunk, looking sideways at the mirror. He stood there, completely exposed, his skin flushed from the heat of the water and rush of blood.

In the reflection he glimpsed Koga's robe hung on the back of the door. Sho felt an almost childlike longing to wrap himself in it for protection.

He turned and ripped it down, burying his face in it. It smelled exactly as he imagined. Apples and leather. He swathed himself in the folds, cinching it tight around his core. Sho looked at the door. If he walked out there right now— if he owned all of this— if he was overheard… would Koga's arms encircle him like the robe's tie? He fingered the fabric, emotions warring within him.

He walked out the door.