Hi guys!
I'm glad people liked the last chapter! :-D Like I said, this chapter is mostly resolution and Mondo and Taka discussing their relationship and all that. There is some sexual content in this chapter, though, so beware of that. I marked off the worst section with asterisks (*) so if you want to skip it entirely, the section starts with the first asterisk and ends with the second one. There are other instances with some mild sexual conversation and thoughts as well as nudity throughout the chapter, though, so if you don't like that kind of thing, maybe just skim this chapter. You can also send me a message either on here or on Tumblr (DracotheDeathEatingCupcake-ao3) and I can just write you out a summary of what happens in this chapter, if you'd like. :-)
I will confess, though, that I personally am ace (meaning asexual), so I have a bit of a difference view of sex in context of a relationship, I've found. I mostly like to use it as a way to show intimacy, really. I used to never write sexual acts and things in my writing, since I don't tend to like reading about it that much, but I've been trying to get more comfortable around it recently, so I hope it doesn't seem weird or out of place or anything. I don't think anything is explicit enough to warrant an E rating, but let me know if you disagree and if enough people say it I will change the rating. :-)
Enjoy!
Kiyotaka doesn't know how long they stay like that, wrapped up in one another's arms, Kiyotaka somehow ending up seated neatly in Mondo's lap at some point without either of them realizing it. Anyone who didn't know any better while watching this scene would likely think that Mondo and Kiyotaka were the drunk ones, as loose and uncaring as they currently are, but no. No, they're not. Mondo is stone cold sober and Kiyotaka had one sip of beer, not nearly enough to make even a child drunk, but he sure as heck feels like it. Floating and billowing and expanding, he clings tight to Mondo, not sure where this is going but, for once... for once, not caring. As long as he's with Mondo... as long as Mondo is holding him, touching him... he doesn't care. He just doesn't /care/.
Eventually the game ends, and with it calls an end to the party games. Technically the party is still going, the music being turned back on as the group disperses, all of them still sneaking unsubtle glances at Kiyotaka and Mondo, but Kiyotaka doesn't care. Not when Mondo is standing carefully, pulling Kiyotaka up with him with ease, his muscles barely straining with Kiyotaka's weight. And certainly not when Mondo interlaces their fingers, gently tugging him out of the room, not a word exchanged between the two of them, their eyes still locked as they walk. Kiyotaka doesn't even bother to look out for teachers or other staff of the school, for once in his life not caring about getting in trouble. How can he when he has Mondo to focus on?
He doesn't question it when Mondo leads them back to the biker's dorm, unlocking and opening the door with a slightly clumsy hand, but he gets there in the end, tugging Kiyotaka gently through, like a siren leading a man to his watery grave. /But oh, what a sweet death this would be, wouldn't it?/ he thinks dazedly to himself.
And... and as soon as they are fully inside the room, the door shutting with a soft click neither teen pays attention to...
Kiyotaka finds his back pressed against the wall, Mondo's body hot and heavy against his as the biker presses against him, shuddering breath fanning quick and frantic against his lips, causing a ball of pure /heat/ to form in his belly, a sensation that is reserved for Mondo and Mondo alone, as he is the only person on this earth that he has ever felt it for. He lets out a soft whimper when he feels Mondo's slightly sweaty forehead press against his own, hands like hot brands as they trail reverently up and down his sides, like the biker is trying to map him out, feel all his dips and crevices through his many, many layers of cloth. He can practically /feel/ Mondo's shaky smile against his lips, and /god/, how he longs to lean up, just a little, just a touch, wanting contact, wanting friction, wanting... w-/wanting/...
"H-hey... Kiyo... can I... f-fuck... can I tell ya somethin'?" Mondo asks, soft as cotton, breath fanning over his lips with every word. Kiyotaka barely even registers the new nickname as he nods slowly, dazedly, not able to think through the haze that has descended around his brain, making him unable to think, /god/- "S-shit... goddamn, Ki, ya- ya have no fuckin' idea man, no idea at all... what the fuck ya do ta me... what you... K-Ki, I... I..."
Kiyotaka noses at Mondo's cheek, nuzzling softly, having no idea what is going on, but so utterly lost in the sensation, lost in the feeling that it doesn't even matter at all, really. Not- not as long as Mondo... a-as he... h-he...
"Ohh, fuck man... I... goddamn Ki, I- I fuckin'- f-fuckin'... f-fuckin' /love you/," Mondo breathes, pressing him further into the wall, his face sliding down until it's buried in Kiyotaka's neck, the biker trembling like a leaf as he holds desperately onto Kiyotaka, feeling like he's one second away from collapsing completely. But that's okay, Kiyotaka feels the exact same, his mind completely whited out with the words Mondo had just said, his heart so full and aching oh so pleasantly that he has no idea what to do. And maybe… maybe, if they both collapse, then they can collapse together, and maybe... m-maybe they can help each other pick up the pieces after, forever and ever and ever after...
"I tried ta not ta, god, I did, but I just... I just /couldn't/, man. Told myself ya'd never want me that way, told myself I was bein' fuckin' delusional, but I couldn't stop. Y-you... y-you were in my head, you were everywhere, an' I couldn't stop it. Just when I'd think I'd gotten a fuckin' handle on it, ya'd do somethin' else so fuckin' adorable an' I'd be fallin' all over again, /shit/... y-you have no idea how crazy you'd make me, bitin' yer lip, furrowin' yer 'brow, starin' with yer /eyes/... fuck I love yer eyes... a-an' f-fuck, man, never fuckin' wanted anyone more... even ya lecturin' me was hot as shit, yer eyes full a' passion an' drive an' fuckin' /care/ as ya tried ta ensure I didn't fuckin' ruin my goddamn life, the only person who ever fuckin' cared so much 'bout me, 'sides Daiya... god, Ki. Kiyo. Taka. You... y-yer just... everythin', man. Fuckin'... everythin'... I ain't ever been good with words, but I just... g-god I wanna kiss you... p-please, Ki... m-may I? Y'ain't gotta, if ya don't wanna, but I... I- I..."
Kiyotaka doesn't even /think/ before he's nodding, mouth babbling random, nonsense words, anything to get Mondo to do as he wants, to get those /lips/ on /his/, please, /god/...
"Yes, yes, y-/yes/, god, M-Mondo, /please/, please," he begs, needy and desperate, wanting to lean up and take himself, but knowing he /can't/, can't, he must wait, let Mondo do this, let Mondo lead this, Kiyotaka is so lost, and he needs to know that Mondo... that he, h-he...
Kiyotaka barely hears the shaky gasp Mondo lets out— the roaring in his ears so loud he can hear only the sound of his own heart beating— but he sure as hell can feel it. And... a-and when he feels Mondo erase the scant millimeter of space between them, pressing his lips so firmly to Kiyotaka's own that he doesn't even know where he ends, and Mondo begins... o-ohhh... ohhhhh...
Kiyotaka cannot help the desperate moan he gives at the feel of soft, slightly chapped lips against his own, pressing, pressing, /pressing/ him back, back, /back/, until all he can feel and breathe and /think/ is Mondo, Mondo, /Mondo/, and Kiyotaka just presses back. Fully and desperately and clumsily, his enthusiasm hopefully making up for his complete lack of experience. And if the overwhelmingly positive sounds Mondo is making is any clue... he thinks it does, god...
*As they kiss and kiss and kiss, Kiyotaka gets increasingly reminded of the pressure building in his trousers, his /manhood/ hard and aching as Mondo presses his own against him, again and again and again, the rhythm delicious and warm and /everything, everything, everything/. If he were in his right mind, he thinks that he'd probably feel embarrassed by how desperately he's /grinding/ against Mondo's length, but as it stands, it feels far too good for him to care at all. His brain is firmly turned /off/, he is firmly turned /on/, and this is most definitely happening. Unless he's currently in a coma, hallucinating this entire thing. But if that's the case, he firmly elects to remain in the coma the rest of his goddamn life, thank you very much.
At one point he does absolutely /have/ to pull back from the kiss, because otherwise he literally is going to pass out from lack of oxygen, and he decidedly doesn't want that to happen. But breathing doesn't get at all easier, not when Mondo happily moves his kisses across his cheek, down his jaw, and onto his neck, kissing and biting and /sucking, oh god/. He lets out a desperate cry as Mondo bites him so hard he sees stars, only to lave the tender flesh with his tongue a moment later, soothing and delicious, and he's so close, so close, so very, very /close/, and he's never done this before. Obviously not with anyone else, but not even by himself, his moral compass too mortified to ever allow himself to do something so crass as to /pleasure himself/, so he doesn't even know what this is going to feel like, really. He's felt desire before, felt aroused, usually when around a shirtless Mondo (though he's stupidly wasted /months/ denying it when they could have been doing this all along, /god/-) but he's never allowed himself to go so far as this. He's had wet dreams and morning wood and erections, all of that, but never... n-never...
But it's happening, he can feel it, and he whimpers, feeling a little terrified at what this all means, but then Mondo is there, kissing him again, but it's softer this time, sweeter. The urgency is still there, the /need/, but it... it goes deeper than that, deeper than lust, deeper than... t-than...
"I'm here, Ki, I- I'm here... don't be afraid, baby, I ain't gonna let ya fall... I ain't ever lettin' ya go, man, not now, not ever... long as ya want me, I'm fuckin' yers, promise, Ki, I fuckin' promise... g-god ya feel so good, /taste/ so good, better than I ever fuckin' imagined... I ain't gonna last long, baby, c'mon, I wanna feel ya... cum fer me, baby, that's it... that's /it/," he hears Mondo mumble against his lips, in between deep, desperate kisses. And Kiyotaka... /Taka/... /Ki/... he... he...
He lets go.
And it's /glorious/.
He can feel Mondo spasm against him as he lets out a loud and desperate cry, feeling like everything is getting expelled out of him as he /ejaculates/, the feeling so good, so bright, so /pure/. He hears himself whimper softly as the high slowly fades, leaving him feeling a little cold and scared, but then Mondo is there, he's there, hands touching him, petting him, soft, gentle, and /reverent, oh so reverent/, mouth speaking soft and sweet words, and he's not afraid. Not anymore. Not at all.
"G-god... so good, baby, so... so good, Ki. Kiyo. Taka. My... my Taka... g-god..." he hears Mondo mutter into his ear, the biker lazily kissing every inch of skin he can reach as they come down from the high together, returning to Earth smoothly and wondrously. /Taka/ allows his hands to cautiously wander over Mondo's chest, wondering if he's allowed, but when he hears Mondo's desperate noises, he knows that he is, his hands growing bolder and firmer as he explores the chest that has unwilling been the subject of his most shameful of nighttime fantasies when asleep in his bed.
With a boldness that he's never felt before, he finds himself shakily pushing against the leather duster that the biker always wears, his absolute greatest pride, and Mondo lets him easily, his own large fingers carefully attacking Taka's row of pristine buttons, shaking only the slightest amount as he goes. Soon both of their jackets are off, and then so are their shirts, and they stand before one another, half naked, but Taka doesn't feel exposed, not at all, not at /all/, god. He shudders so pleasantly as Mondo runs warm hands across his tender flesh, Taka returning the favor a bit more hesitantly but growing bolder with each second that passes. Their arousal has been curbed, their refractory periods preventing them from doing much more than just petting, but it feels so good regardless that Taka doesn't care.
After a little while, he feels Mondo lean down, the biker exchanging his hands for his /lips/, a fierce brand of warmth and heat trailing down his oversensitive skin, an overwhelming /tongue/ following the lips as they go. Taka can't help the desperate cry he lets out when he feels a warm mouth engulf his sensitive nipple into it, sucking and pulling and nipping gently, his groin giving a small twinge despite how soon it is after his previous orgasm to be swelling fully. But it doesn't stop it from trying...
Especially when Mondo moves further south, kissing Taka's toned abdomen, swirling his tongue along each dip and crevice as he moves southward. And then... t-then he's at Taka's /trousers/, hands shaking as he caresses him, nuzzling him tenderly, /inhaling/ his scent deeply as he presses his nose against his crotch. It should be disgusting, should make Taka a little disturbed, but it very much /doesn't/, thank you very much! And he bitterly wishes that refractory periods weren't a thing... g-god...
"S-shit, Ki... y'ain't got any fuckin' idea how often I think a' doin' this... a' pullin' down yer ridiculous trousers and goin' ta fuckin' /town/, s-shit... b-but we got time, baby, we... we got time," Mondo mutters against him, looking up with such passion and heat Taka literally almost passes out from the overstimulation. And then... Mondo is standing, slow and liquid, hands trailing him oh so deliciously...
*"It, uh... it's gettin' late. Should... should get ta bed... w-wanna stay over?" Mondo asks him softly, meaningfully. Taka doesn't even think for a single second before he's nodding his head desperately, causing Mondo to laugh softly at him, a breathy and utterly beautiful sound that he longs to hear again, and again, and again... "H-heh... s-shit, man... didn't fuckin' 'xpect this night ta end this way, gonna tell ya that... not that I'm complainin', /fuck/ no! Just... never thought ya'd want me... not like this... y-you do, though... yeah? Y'ain't just- just doin' this 'cuz ya- ya think I wantcha ta, or... o-or..."
"I would never do something like this with someone that I didn't... d-didn't /love,/ M-Mondo... I- I promise," Taka cuts into the biker's insecure words, nuzzling him tenderly, not at all embarrassed or afraid as he lets out the truth that he's been hiding from even himself for almost a year now. Maybe... m-maybe even longer... and as Mondo pulls back, a stunned yet overwhelmingly /joyful/ look on his face... ohhh. He knows this will not be the last time he says those words. Not by a long shot…
"Y-you... you /love/... s-shit, man... s-shit. The fuck did I do in life ta deserve someone as goddamn wonderful as you... a-an' I'm sorry for cursin' so much, know ya hate it, but I legit can't help it, ya've fuckin'- u-uh /freakin'/... fried my brains an' I can't fu-freakin' think an' I just... j-just..."
Taka finds himself shaking his head, pressing close to the biker, their chest warm in the mid-spring air as they press tight together.
"N-no... I don't- don't mind, M-Mondo... I- I never said it, but I always kind of liked when you- y-you cursed... a-as long as we weren't in a school setting! B-but it... it's part of who /you/ are, my... my kyoudai, and I... I could never help but... but love it... l-love /you/..."
The look Mondo gives him, all dazed and stunned and /happy/... oh, yes. Definitely saying those words again, and again, and again. Forever and ever and ever. He doubts he'll ever get tired of them, really...
"S-shit... okay. Okay. I... yeah. Okay."
Silence descends around them then as they stand there, staring /lovingly/ at one another, arms wrapping tight around each other's waist to pull them as close to the other as they possibly can get. It only gets broken when Mondo winces a little, concerning Taka greatly. Is he... is he okay...?
"U-uh... but, uh, shit... should prolly not, uh- not call me that, man. K-kyoudai an' shit. Think it's kinda fuckin' obvious that I don't see ya that way... a-an' I think ya don't see /me/ that way either... u-unless ya wanna keep callin' me that, though it... it's kinda fuckin' weird, not gonna lie... uh..."
Taka bites his lip at the mumbled, slightly awkward words, having had a similar thought himself as he called Mondo his usual epithet, but he... he had...
"A-ah... i-if you say so, ky- er... M-Mondo... but, ah. I kind of like, er... like having something special to call you... a title that is reserved only for you, my... m-my..."
And it's true. It's true, it's true, it's /true/. The name 'Mondo' tragically doesn't have many good nicknames for it, and while he supposes it doesn't matter too much, he does like having something special to call the biker, something that is... is solely /his/... like Mondo has 'Ki' for him... somehow, 'Mo' just doesn't sound quite as nice, to his ears...
"U-uh... s-shit, man, okay. B-but, uh... maybe... fuck. Maybe ya could use, I dunno... f-fuckin'... k-/kareshi/...? If ya wanna! Heh! Y-y'ain't gotta, man, n-not a big deal, just a fuckin' thought, shit! Heh!"
Taka feels like all of the air has been stolen from his lungs as he stares at Mondo, the biker bright red and looking highly embarrassed, but he's not yelling angrily, at least. Taka can't think on that, though, his mind far too focused on the words that Mondo had said to him. K... /kareshi/...? Mondo... M-Mondo wants him to call him his... h-his... his /boyfriend/...?
...
...
...
!
"K-kareshi..." Taka muses, the word coming out oh so deliciously on his tongue. And when he feels Mondo shudder against him, the biker practically trembling... he knows he must say it again. And again. And... and again... "Kareshi... /kare/shi... kare/shi/... y-yes. Y-yes! I- yes! Kareshi! I- I love it! I-if you... if you wish for me to call you this, M-Mondo... /kareshi/... then... then I will! And you... you can call me that, too... i-if you would like..."
The sound of Mondo's— of his /kareshi's/— laughter is still the best /goddamn/ sound he's ever heard, the biker sounding so light and happy and free that it makes Taka want to... w-want to... god. He doesn't even know, he doesn't /know/, but it... it's good, it's good, it's /good/, so utterly, utterly good...
"Y-yeah... yeah, I'd like that... /kareshi/..."
And hearing Mondo call him that, call him /boyfriend/, his voice low and rumbling and gruff... nnnn... god, is it good...
How on earth did he get so lucky as to actually have this...?
"Heh. Anyway... we really should get ya ta bed, man. Know ya like gettin' up stupidly early, even on the weekends. Should prolly clean ourselves up first, though... heh. C'mon, baby, let's go..."
Taka doesn't make a single protest when he feels Mondo take his hand, the biker carefully leading him into the bathroom so they can, er... /clean themselves/. And it definitely makes his manhood take interest— his refractory period /finally/ ending— when he watches with rapt eyes as Mondo shirks off his trousers and boxers, a small little smirk on the biker's face as he stands bare before him. Oddly enough, it's not the first time they've been completely bare around the other, Taka never having had a problem with male nudity and Mondo being a big lover of morning baths, but somehow... somehow it feels vastly different this time, Taka finally allowing his eyes to drift below the waist to take in the almost intimidatingly large package the biker is sporting, which grows larger with each second that passes... mmm.
It's extremely late, though, and now that the adrenaline is starting to wear off, Taka cannot deny how fatigued he feels. While his manhood is stirring quite ardently, he's not entirely sure he could handle them doing anything further tonight... and Mondo seems to be of the same mind. The biker just smiles at him as he approaches Taka, hands gentle as they move towards his trousers' opening...
"Heh. Ain't gotta do anythin' tonight, baby, know how tired ya are... b-but, uh... I'd like ta help ya clean yerself... i-if ya don't mind... d-don't gotta, b-but... heh..."
Taka can't help but nod so desperately, suddenly really, /really/ wanting to feel Mondo's hands upon him... even if it is not sexual in nature, he... he longs for the friction, the- the /heat/, the... the /intimacy/...
Mondo smiles brightly at him at his agreement, the biker letting out that wondrous breathy laugh of his as he moves his slightly shaking hands to undo the button closure of his uniform trousers.
"S-shit, man... okay... but if ya want me ta stop touchin' ya at any point, if it gets too much fer ya... let me know, okay? I- I'll stop 'mmediately, 'kay? An' that doesn't just go fer tonight, baby. Goes fer any other time we, uh... get physical. I-if ya ever wanna get physical with me, h-heh, don't wanna fuckin' assume nothin'... a-an' if ya /don't/, don't fuckin' change nothin', Ki, love ya no matter what, can handle gettin' myself off with only my right hand, don't ever gotta feel like we gotta do shit, okay? I promise, I fuckin' /promise,/ Ki-"
"Kareshi," Taka interrupts gently, smile overwhelmingly fond on his lips as he looks at Mondo with all the love he holds in his heart. God... he's always been so concerned for him, hasn't he...? Never wanting to force him to do things he doesn't want to do, never wanting him to be uncomfortable or upset in the slightest, even if it inconveniences him... truly, he is the luckiest person alive to be able to call such a person /his/, isn't he...? "I... I would /love/ to do, er... th-/things/ together... v-very much so... I- I've never... n-not even by myself, but I... I would love to. With you. T-to explore you... h-ha... j-just maybe. Um. M-maybe not tonight... I really am quite tired..."
He truly adores Mondo's dazed look, he decides quite firmly, eyes trailing all over. From the wide and yet still liquid soft lavender, to the slightly parted lips, to the eyelashes that flutter as he looks so desperately at him, to... all of it, really. A-ah... so wonderful... so amazing... he... he adores this boy, truly...
"Shit, man... yeah, okay. I... shit. Y'ain't got any clue how happy that fuckin' makes me, baby... also, ya don't mind if I call ya that, do ya? Baby? An' babe? I know it's kinda dumb, but Daiya always called his girlfriends that, so I guess I kinda picked it up from him, heh... but I, uh… I can stop if ya don't like it..."
Taka decides right then that he both loves and hates how cautious and hesitant Mondo is being with him and the aspects of their new- new /relationship/... while he definitely understands it, especially with how- how /new/ it is, he just... he wishes that there could be a way for him to prove that he wants this just as much as Mondo seems to... that he- he likes the pet names, and the touching, and the gentleness...
Well... there is /one/ thing he supposes he could do...
Pushing down the uncertainty rising within him, Taka leans up and slots his lips tenderly against Mondo's, slightly nervous at initiating this contact himself this time. But when Mondo surges against him, a desperate sound escaping the biker's lips as he crushes their lips together, hands moving to the back of Taka's hips, pressing him firmly to Mondo's oppressive heat... a-ah. He definitely gets reminded that Mondo is currently /stark naked/ and that he, himself, is half naked with his trousers half undone. But he finds that he doesn't care about that too much, really... propriety can kiss his rear end, thanks ever so...
The kiss ends far too quickly, his fatigue really becoming a problem, but it's okay. They... they have time to do this... the rest of their lives, if Taka has his way...
"Heh... guess that's an okay, then... heh. Sorry fer bein' fuckin' insecure 'bout this an' shit... just... I know yer the kinda person ta deal with shitty hands just 'cuz ya don't wanna rock the boat, an' I don't want that 'tween us, baby. Not now, not ever. So, I just... I just wanna make sure, man. That you... that you want this."
Taka smiles at the words, nodding slowly as he bites his lip, adoring the way that Mondo's eyes instantly shoot to stare at the sight, heat filling him. Mmm...
"I... I do, kareshi... I promise that I do... y-you- you mean so much to me, I promise that. And I- I will do my best to inform you if I don't want to do something. Or if I dislike something. It... it's a Kiyotaka Ishimaru guarantee..."
Mondo lets out his absolutely incredible laugh again, nodding absently at the words. He doesn't say anything more though, just smiles as he goes back to his prior task, removing Taka's trousers and briefs with surprisingly steady hands. Taka can feel himself start to tremble at the concentrated look Mondo gets on his face as he goes, gasping softly when the concentration turns to heat when Taka is made completely bare before the biker, his manhood swelling with desire...
"Shit, baby... can't wait ta touch ya fer real, man. Gonna make ya feel so fuckin' good, Ki... so fuckin' good," Mondo mutters as he pulls back slightly to grab a washcloth and run it under the warm tap water, ringing it out lightly, all without looking away from Taka and his, er... manhood... even once. It- it's highly distracting... nnnn, curse his darned fatigue...
"I... I look forward to that, my kareshi... if I weren't so darned tired..." he trails off, biting his lip at the affectionate look Mondo gives him.
"Heh. It's okay, babe. 'Ve waited this fuckin' long, can wait a bit more. Just grindin' 'gainst yer hot little body earlier was so fuckin' good, baby... know touching ya's gonna be so much better. Mm, can't fuckin' wait, baby... can't fuckin' wait..."
Taka smiles softly at the biker, before frowning slightly, a thought entering his mind, replacing the overwhelming desire somewhat. Mondo frowns as well, looking concerned, but Taka is able to speak before Mondo can question him.
"However! We will have to look into how to perform safe sex between two men! I do not know your level of education on the matter, but I know that I, for one, am woefully ill prepared for such acts! I will have to research this in great detail so that we can both be safe and healthy, while also ensuring that we both are as comfortable as possible!"
Mondo stares at him in shock for a split second, before letting out a breathy, trembling laugh, his head shaking slightly as he finally moves forward to clean Taka off, causing Taka to jolt at the overwhelming sensation. A-ah-!
"Shit, baby, please tell me yer gonna conduct yer research by watchin' porn... fuckin'd pay good fuckin' money ta watch ya watch porn, shit, babe..." Mondo moans, his hands deft yet gentle as they wipe away the mess Taka had made earlier. It makes it ridiculously hard for Taka to think, but when Mondo finally pulls back a moment later, Taka clean again, he's able to think on what Mondo said, and he feels mild offense rising in his chest at the words. After all... /him/? Watching /pornography/?! How absurd!
Frowning bitterly, he unconsciously places his hands on his hips and glares at Mondo with mild displeasure, forgetting for a moment that he's currently naked and that doing such a thing unintentionally juts his hips out in a particularly provocative manner. And... judging by the way Mondo's stare is directed in a decidedly more southern direction than Taka intends, a mild leer on his face... Taka thinks his indignant look is going right over Mondo's head. Now, if only he could find it in him to truly care...
"Decidedly not, kareshi!" he eventually manages to get out, heart stuttering when Mondo's eyes lift up and meet his, so much affection in the lavender it momentarily takes his breath away. He recovers quickly though, and proceeds with his lecture. "The pornography industry is highly corrupt and immoral, and I staunchly refuse to be a consumer of such a dreadful thing! Besides! I highly doubt that I'd learn anything of actual value there, seeing as how the majority of pornography ignores the safety and well-being of the individuals involved, which is yet another reason why I will not be doing such a thing! Rather, I will look in the library for books on the subject, though I doubt I'll actually find anything. Failing that, I will look online for educational courses or pamphlets pertaining to male sexual intercourse, so that I will be fully prepared for whatever we may wish to try! I recommend you do the same, kareshi, so that we are both well informed about what we wish to do, and so that we know how to do it safely, and-"
Taka would have kept on going with his impassioned speech, almost completely forgetting where he is (and the state of undress both he and his conversation partner are in), but he gets distracted when he feels gentle hands grasp his hips, pulling him carefully forward into a warm chest. This in and of itself would be fine and could even be viewed as platonic, if it were not for the fact that with them pressed together in such a way, Taka can feel a warm hardness press against his belly, forcing his breath to escape him as he thinks /that is Mondo's manhood/ with a dizzying intensity. A-ah... how- how interesting...
"God, Ki... I fuckin' love you so fuckin' much," he hears Mondo murmur into his ear, his hands like brands on his hips as the biker leans down to place gentle kisses along his neck, likely causing more bruises to form on his pale and sensitive skin. Not that Taka minds. It... it's highly addicting... "Yer so fuckin' hot when ya get all passionate like that, lecturin' me on safety an' shit... only fuckin' you would take learnin' 'bout sex ta the nth fuckin' degree. Christ, I love that 'bout ya... always so dedicated an' intense an' shit... f-fuck, baby..."
Taka gasps softly at the passionate words, body tingling as he feels Mondo lightly move his hips against his belly, finding delicious friction there. The biker pulls back far too soon, though, smiling at him softly, hand rising to gently trail up his jaw to tenderly cup his cheek.
"Heh. But, uh... we can worry 'bout all that shit later. Know yer fuckin' exhausted. Been a busy fuckin' day, 'tween exams an' the party an', uh... /us/... s-so. Heh. Should prolly get dressed and get some sleep. But, uh, fer the record, I do know some stuff 'bout gay sex an' all that. 'Ve known I was bi fer a while now, heh. Never fuckin' mattered much 'til I met you, though... an' it ain't like I ever did anythin' with anyone, not with a chick or a dude. But I've done some research. More than just lookin' at porn an' shit, too. Even got some shit hidden away in my room, like lube an' condoms an' shit. An', uh... s-some toys, if yer ever int'rested. But again. That all can fuckin' wait. C'mon, Ki. Let's get ya ta bed..."
With that, the pair finally leaves the bathroom, Mondo moving his hand from Taka's face to grab his hand instead, entwining their fingers as he pulls him over to the biker's dresser. Mondo then pulls out the extra pair of briefs that Taka has taken to leaving in Mondo's room, for the few occasions where they've been studying late into the night (or Taka has been studying late into the night, while Mondo simultaneously watches a movie and him), and Taka loses track of time and misses curfew, making him need something to change into to sleep in. He tends not to sleep with a shirt or pants on during the warmer months, so he doesn't have much of a problem slipping into the briefs alone, not really feeling overly uncomfortable with his partial nudity. Mondo puts on a pair of his favorite tiger-striped boxers quickly, and then they are walking to the bed, Mondo getting in casually. Taka can't help how he hesitates at the side of the bed, though, the reality of this all starting to fully sink in.
"Taka? There a problem, babe?" he hears Mondo ask him softly from the bed, the biker's head tilted as he looks up at him. Taka blinks, frowning mildly as he fidgets unconsciously, his shoulders a little tight as he shrugs.
"A-ah... n-no, kareshi, not really... just... well. It is improper, isn't it? For us to be sharing a bed now that we are, er... involved? After all... it is highly inappropriate for an unmarried man and woman to share a bed together, s-so it makes sense for it to be similar with us, even though we are both male..."
He trails off, fidgeting mildly, face flushing when he sees Mondo sit up on the bed, a concerned frown on his face. Hm...
"Uh... I mean... not really? Shit, babe... ain't like it matters, yeah? We've shared a bed b'fore, ya know, an' it ain't like I feel any different fer ya now than I did back then. I'll even keep my hands ta myself if it makes ya more comfortable. I just... I like bein' close ta ya, Kiyo. Feelin' yer warmth an' yer heart beatin' 'gainst mine... shit, babe. Fuckin' magical an' shit. But we ain't gotta do nothin' that makes ya uncomfortable, not at all. I'll even sleep on the floor, if ya want, since I think it's past curfew now, heh. Up ta you, Kiyo. Will do whatever makes ya feel comfortable."
The words strangely make tears rise in his eyes, to Mondo's immediate distress. Taka is quick to shake his head though, his lips smiling so widely it almost hurts as he forces his stiff body to move, turning off the lights as he tentatively settles onto Mondo's plush bed, both of them lying down together carefully and slowly. His breath shudders when he feels Mondo's fingers cautiously touch his side, Taka shuffling closer to lean his head against Mondo's chest, listening softly to the steady beat of his /boyfriend's/ heart. A-ah... how wondrous... how... how /magical/...
"I would like to state for the record that this /is/ highly improper," Taka grumbles in faux annoyance after a moment passes in silence, the tears in his eyes managing to stay down for once. He hears Mondo laugh against him, the sensation so much better when he's lying partially atop of him, really. He can feel Mondo pull him closer to the biker's side, which is just... mmm.
"Heh, whatcha gonna do, report me? Mm, shit baby... maybe ya should... after all, 've been a real bad boy..." he hears Mondo whisper sensually in his ear, making his body flare with heat and desire. A-ah... and this explains exactly why this is so /improper/, really... but. Well.
He can't find it in him to actually care...
Silence descends around them again after that, and Taka thinks that that's the end of it. He closes his eyes, the exhaustion catching up to him, but before he can blissfully drift off, he... he feels fingers run through his hair, making electricity shoot through his spine. And then... then Mondo is- is /talking/, and the words he is saying are so... s-so...
"Heh. Shit, man... I never... never fuckin' thought we'd get this... ya know? You, an' me, an'... an' just all a' it, I s'ppose. Been wantin' this fer so fuckin' long now, baby, you have so fuckin' clue... know it ain't proper an' shit, but… man… I just don't fuckin' care. I fuckin' /adore/ you, Ki. An' I know it's far too fuckin' early ta even think a' this shit, but... but I wouldn't mind spendin' the rest a' my goddamn life with you... always knew I did. Y-you've got no idea how long I've wanted this, baby... no fuckin' clue..."
The tears spring back up at the softly spoken words, Mondo quieter and softer than he ever has been before, and that really is saying something considering how soft and gentle he always has been towards him. But the words make a question rise in his mind, and as tired as he is, he can't quite make himself hold it back.
"How... how long? Kareshi... h-how long?"
There's a pause as Mondo just breathes heavily, and Taka almost thinks he hadn't heard him and opens his mouth to try again, when...
"Since the sauna. Or, fuckin'... b'fore that. Since I fuckin' met ya, Ki. Always knew there was somethin' so fuckin' special 'bout ya, even though ya aggravated the shit outta me at first. See now that it was 'cuz I found ya so goddamn attractive an' adorable, an' it was wiggin' me the fuck out, since I never thought I was one ta like the goody-two-shoes type like you b'fore.
"But then... then I got ta know ya... truly an' fully know ya, an' baby... I couldn't help how much I wanted you. How much I wanted ta have you. Knew from the day we became friends that I felt more fer ya than just friendship, an' far fuckin' more than just family. You... ya were fuckin' /everythin'/ ta me, man. Goddamn... everythin'. Wanted ta bundle ya up an' protect ya from the entire goddamn world, so that ya never hadta face cruel bastards hurtin' ya ever fuckin' again, baby. Wanted... wanted ta give ya fuckin' everythin' ya never had growin' up, show ya how much ya fuckin' meant ta me, s-shit...
"An' I... I woulda been content, ya know. Just bein' yer friend. Didn't need this shit, though god am I beyond fuckin' grateful ta have it... heh. Just... I wanted ta be with you, in whatever way I could. S'long as I could help ya an' be near ya, see ya fuckin' smile... that was 'nough fer me, ya know? Sappy as that fuckin' sounds, heh. Never... n-never thought ya'd want it too, baby. Never... n-never thought that this was even a fuckin' possibility. Knew how much yer goals meant ta you, an' I knew I didn't fuckin' fit. But I still hoped I could fit somewhere, ya know? Even if it was just as a friend. A-as a fuckin' /kyoudai/. But I never... n-never thought I- I'd fit a-as... a-as… s-shit... heh. 'M fuckin' ramblin', aren't I? S-sorry... s-shit..."
Taka's breath is shaky as he listens to Mondo's words, the vulnerability that the biker is showing him so readily and freely destroying every barrier he has within him. And he... unbidden, he remembers a quote he saw once, several years ago, written on the wall of his middle school's bathroom in crude and messy English. He had stared at the words long and hard for several long minutes, before regretfully cleaning it up, his heart racing strangely as the foreign words resonated within him.
/'Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won't. This is what love is.' /
The quote has stayed with him throughout the years, no matter how hard he's tried to forget it. It always made something deep within him ache when he would happen to think of it, a desperate yearning for something that he often has feared he'd never, ever have rising within him. He never really understood why the quote mattered so much to him, why the foreign words refused to leave his head, but they just wouldn't. And now...
Now he knows why.
And now he understands the quote. Fully and completely. Knows what it means, and why he's always held it so dear. So very, very dear.
With that in mind, Taka leans up and gently slots his lips against Mondo's, hoping that he can say with actions what he could never hope to reveal through words. And as he hears Mondo let out a soft, desperate noise, he... he knows there's nothing else he wants more than to do this— exactly this— for the rest of his /goddamn/ life.
And, like Mondo, he does know that it's far too soon, knows they've only been /dating/ for less than an hour, so there's no saying how this all will end up, but... but he's been in love with Mondo for almost a /year/ now, whether he acknowledged it or not. And… and he has been silently acknowledging that he wants to spend the rest of his life with the biker in some capacity for months now. He has even gone so far as to mentally plan for them to live together following the end of high school, calculating the costs of apartments and universities and what sort of job opportunities various cities would have for the both of them, together... he never acknowledged why he would do this, never allowed himself to think about his very presumptuous assumption that Mondo would ever even /want/ such a thing, since they've never actually talked about it, but he knows why he had done it now. Of /course/ he knows why now. He... he always knew, in some capacity, after all...
And as he kisses Mondo, pouring his entire heart into his kiss, he hopes the biker feels it. Hopes he knows, hopes he realizes what he means when he kisses him like this, so desperate and hungry and full of /want/. Full of /love, love, love/. He hopes to god and the stars above that Mondo can feel it, because he has no idea how to say it, especially with how exhausted he still is.
And as Mondo kisses back... as he feels warm hands trail up and down his side, cupping his /ass/ gently, but not really in a sexual manner, just to- to hold onto him, to... as he hears the soft and needy gasps the biker lets out, his vulnerability burning Taka as much as it enlivens him...
He thinks the biker knows.
G-god...
"I- I love you too, my dearest kareshi... I... I love you too..."
He wants to say more. Wants to say all the words that have been hiding in his heart for over a year now. Wants to tell Mondo that it was the same for him, that even if he only allowed himself to acknowledge it today, he always intrinsically /knew/ what he felt. What he /feels/. He wants to be as vulnerable and open as Mondo always has been to him, wants to show him his raw and bloody innards, wants to show him absolutely /everything/ that he's always kept hidden so deep, deep, deep within him. He's told Mondo so much, shown him so much, but there have always been things that he's kept hidden, things he was afraid would be too /much/ to share. He wants to share them now, to prove to Mondo that he's not alone. That he... that he trusts /Mondo/, too. With his heart. With his soul. With his- his /everything/.
And maybe he is being ridiculous. Maybe the sip of beer has made him drunk and this all is just him being fanciful and ridiculous and /in love/, but he... he just doesn't care. He wants so, so much right now. He's always pushed his wants and desires away, told himself they didn't matter, but... but here, now...
He wants. So much, does he want.
And he would take if he could. He would say the words hidden deep within his heart, would confess and confess and confess, but... b-but...
But he's so tired. So exhausted. Mentally and physically and emotionally. This night has been such a rollercoaster, with such incredible highs and lows, and it's left him painfully fatigued. Even as he kisses Mondo, his kareshi, his /boyfriend/, he can feel his body betray him, exhaustion creeping in against his will. He wants to fight it, but he just /can't/, it's too powerful, and it makes him want to cry, to scream, but he... he can't...
"S-shit, baby... I can feel how tired ya are, Ki. Go ta sleep, baby, it's okay. I'll be here when ya wake up. I... I'll always be here, kareshi... fuckin' /always/... I ain't ever lettin' ya go now, hope ya know that. Now I know what ya feel like, what ya taste like... I ain't goin' fuckin' nowhere. Not as long as ya want me, Ki. So... y'ain't gotta worry, love. Y'ain't got nothin' ta worry 'bout. So, get some sleep. We can figure the rest a' this shit out come mornin'. Promise. Promise."
Taka lets out a shaky laugh at the words, too tired to do much else, and he nods weakly against his kareshi's chest, his breath evening out against his will.
But before he passes out completely, he manages to say one last thing, the most important thing he's ever said, and ever will say in his life.
"I love you, Mondo... s-so much..."
And as he finally drifts off, his body succumbing to the exhaustion rife within him, he... he swears he hears...
"Love ya too, Kiyotaka. Always an' forever. Now, g'night, my heart. Sleep well."
He dreams of love that night. He often does.
But for once, he doesn't wake up in tears.
How incredible...
And that's all, folks! :-D
I'll be honest, this story was a lot fluffier and less angsty than my normal fare, but I liked it well enough. :-D And for anyone confused, kareshi is the Japanese word for boyfriend, which I felt was fitting for them, ha. A lot of IshiMondo fics I've seen have them still call one another kyoudai even after getting together, which is... weird, to me? Maybe it's because I have a brother, but the idea of romantic partners calling one another 'brother' is just... very ehhh to me. I know a lot of people use brother in a non familial manner, but still. Directly calling your romantic partner "boyfriend' is a bit weird, too, but I think it fits these two dumbies, ha. From what I can tell, kareshi is indeed the word for boyfriend in Japanese, but please let me know if this is wrong or anything. :-)
Also, I definitely think Taka is the kind of person to refer to his privates as his "manhood," ha. I also like the idea of Mondo calling Taka "baby" and "babe," so sue me.
I hope y'all have a great day! :-D
(Also. The quote used in this chapter is from Welcome to Night Vale. I never listened to the podcast, but I like the quote. :-) And I think it would have shown up on a middle school bathroom wall at some point, ha.)