0: Prologue
Takano knew exactly where he would touch him.
He knew those hardened nipples would eclit a sharp cry from the man whom he desired. His own fingers skated across his torso, a shiver of pleasure going down his spine as he pinched his erect nubs. His field of vision was enveloped in a sea of black as his eyes drooped, succumbing to the pleasurable impulses shooting up in his body.
His other hand -covered with the pre-cum spilling out of the spongy tip- was busy with rubbing up and down the shaft, imagining Onodera Ritsu underneath him letting out cries of ecstasy. It was all so vivid, like he was actually there. A red hue would grow on those supple cheeks, those green eyes that would shimmer like rare jewels would be tightly shut, not wanting to be teased further.
"You're so cute when you're so worked up" He would say, as his lube soaked fingers traveled down to a certain part of his anatomy. He would trace a finger over the tight ring of muscle, kissing his forehead as it entered him.
"You're so good…so good and all for me. Relax, Onodera." He loved praising his beloved, filling his mind only with him. Ritsu would shudder at those words, mind racing, heart pounding and his limp cock hardening once more. Loud cries would escape him as the second finger was added, carefully stretching him.
Ritsu's voice was so beautiful. Better than any song, the only thing he was interested in hearing.
Those hands that were once wrapped around his back were now gripping the sheets as Takano's fingers curled upwards, pressing the very thing he was looking for. His back bended, responding with an exquisite moan of pleasure from deep within his throat. Takano licked his red lips, having to remind himself that Ritsu's comfort was of first priority.
And so, he would continue on with preparing him, continuously brushing up against his prostate every so slightly. Ritsu's chest heaved up and down in both frustration and aroused by his mischievous play. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, his amber coloured eyes drooping closed for a few seconds as he removed his fingers out of him.
Takano's hands grasped his now erect cock, his back against the cool tile of his small bathroom. A shiver went down his spine as he imagined himself thrusting inside of that prepared opening, letting the sound of those moans fill his mind. His hands would slither down his aching erection, pumping it in tandem to his thrusts. His breathing became laboured, his lashes drooping as his nipples were being pinched between his own thumb and index finger inciting more pleasure to him.
Ritsu's name was in the back of his throat as the pit in his stomach grew tighter and tighter, thrusts becoming more and more uneven. The rubbing became more vigorous as he allowed groans of his own to escape his mouth, the waves of his climax were about to come crashing down on him.
"Ahh…I'm…Takano-san, any more and I'll-" and that was it. With one more pump of his hand, he spilled his warm seed on the floor below, breathless and motionless. Takano allowed his eyes to flutter close and savor the moment.
"Ritsu…" He didn't want to move but was fully aware that manuscripts were waiting for him in the main room. All he could think of was him. What was he even doing?
What am I doing?
This was the third time in a month he did this. He accepted the fact that Ritsu was the one that got away, the only one for him. Ritsu was his sun, his light at the end of the tunnel.
But his personal issues were what drove him away from him, shrouding his world in darkness once more.
Ten years. His brain hissed at him. It's been ten years, give it up already. Give up? And lose what was possibly the only chance to get back with Ritsu?
No way in hell.
Takano's eyes suddenly found interest in the bathroom tiles, the now dried cum sticking to them. In his eyes, there was no one else for him...right? No one that stood by him all those years ago, with a smile and aura that rivaled the very sun itself.
For someone who edited shoujo manga, romance was incredibly confusing.
While the water washed away the proof of his desire, he couldn't help but wonder. Perhaps, maybe what they had a decade prior just wasn't meant to be now.
/GG/
Hatori knew when and how their first time would be.
It would be a rainy day. The sun had already set as the rest of the sky was dyed a light purple. The soft pitter-patter of the rain would be the background noise, bits of the sunset would pour into the dimly lit room.
His hands would cup his love's face, letting his thumb run across his smooth cheek. Hatori would allow his gaze to linger, taking in what he was about to do. He had never planned on telling Yoshino his true feelings. They were buried six feet under and never supposed to see the light of day anytime soon.
He'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt. The fantasies, the moments, the 'what-ifs' all those things he would ruminate over whenever he was around him. All those times his best friend would sleep in his bed, Hatori waking up to an arm around him almost made him lose it and spill out what he truly felt for him.
But he would be lying if he said it wasn't worth it.
The fact he was there, not pushing away from his touch was an indescribable feeling that he would never forget. Their lips were locked in a sweet kiss, Hatori noting that Yoshino's lips were quickly warming up from the cool air. His heart was pounding in his chest, how Yoshino couldn't hear it was beyond him as it was deafening to his own ears.
He would feel fingers gripping his shirt as his eyes struggled to stay open, wanting so badly to flutter close. But he wanted to engrave every second of their intimate moment they were sharing deep into his memory.
Wanting to push forward, his tongue would prod at Yoshino's mouth, wanting entrance to his lush mouth. He knew Yoshino would be surprised but complied with the request, opening his mouth and allowing his tongue to explore.
His mouth was just as warm as he dreamed of. Hatori would feel Yoshino's fingers, feeling the skin underneath his collar. His touch was heightening his arousal, but he wanted to savor what was happening.
His hands moved up Yoshino's shirt and felt more of that smooth skin that he craved underneath his fingertips. His fingers skated across the skin of his navel, teasing what was hidden underneath his pants. At the same time Hatori's lips softly bit at his neck, purposely avoiding the certain spot that would make him call out to him. As much as he wanted so desperately to hear it, he wanted to take it slow and perhaps tease him here and there.
It was all so real. Every moan, every touch. He was alone after checking Yoshino's progress and that combined with fatigue caused Hatori to lose a grip on his thoughts.
Next thing he knew, he was curled up in his bed, the night sky decorated with stars pooling into his dark room. His breathing was heavy, pants and underwear laid in a small pile on the carpeted floor. The sweat made his shirt clung to his frame as a sticky layer of cum coated his right hand.
"I'm going in, I'll try and be careful." Azure eyes would lock on to light blue, Yoshino's irises were filled with nothing but trust and adoration for the man. He would nod, pulling him into a kiss as Hatori would slowly enter inside the prepared opening.
"Oh."
He could barely contain the moan that was in his throat. The kiss, combined with the tight, warm opening would make him close his eyes to keep his composure. He would start with slow, unhurried thrusts of his hips, watching each facial expression his love would make.
The movement of his hands quickened, his other hand covered his mouth muffling his aroused sounds. The pressure deep within him built up and was about to burst any second.
Reality started to blur with his fantasies, the heat and intensity sent Hatori to his own personal heaven. More thrusts, louder moans, the binds of his self control were broken. The slow unhurried thrusts from before were replaced with fast, fierce thrusts.
"Chiaki…" he would feel the pressure mounting inside of him, his head would lower to Yoshino's neck. He would kiss and bite as the bedroom would be filled with their sounds.
Just a couple more strokes of his cock would lead him to his release. Hatori's almond shaped eyes would flutter shut as his hand oscillated faster, pushing him further over the edge.
Determined to send Yoshino over first, he would wrap a hand around Yoshino's cock and stroked quickly. He would relish in Yoshino finally losing his words. He clenched his jaw, arched off the bed, and clutched Hatori closer as he shook to pieces, coating their stomachs.
"Y-Yoshiyuki…!" And with that, Hatori would release inside of him, filling him before pulling out and would press their bodies together to cuddle. Everything would feel so right at that very moment.
That was all Hatori needed to release. Just the sound of his name being called out in such a blissed tone caused cum to shoot out in ribbons as he let out a muffled cry. He waited for his breathing to even out, looking at his stained bedsheets, clothes and hands.
As much as he wanted to lay there and eventually fall asleep, he knew he had to clean and do laundry. Months of pent up repression were let out that night, all because he couldn't control his thoughts anymore.
He wanted him. It was easy to admit it in his head. He wanted Yoshino so badly he didn't know how to handle it.
But we will only ever be best friends. It hurted, but as long as he could stay in Yoshino's life, he would simply have to deal with it.
Best friends. It was where he was placed in Yoshino's life. He was eternally happy that the bond they shared was so strong, a double covalent bond that was tightly woven in their work lives and private lives. Hatori had loved Yoshino for as long as he could remember. He was simply a coward, pushing his feelings as far down as he could, all so he could keep Yoshino in his life. As selfish as it was, the mere thought of losing Yoshino was simply impossible for him.
In the stillness of his bedroom, the monotonous rumble of traffic rises in the apartment. Hatori's gaze was glued on the corner of the window where the curtain didn't reach. A drop of rain clung to the glass, not wanting to let go before falling into the ground below before another one took its place.
The dirtied bed sheets were in his hands as he padded out of his bedroom, light rushing into the room.
After all, the one who fell in love first was always bound to lose. And he had fallen hard.