Warning: this chapter contains 18+ and yaoi (male x male) materials. Please DO NOT READ if you're under 18 or dislike yaoi. You have been warned!

Chapter 57

The train to Akira's took actually only twelve minutes, yet it felt like forever to Hikaru. Akira sat next to him, their legs lightly leaned on each other's. To fight the urge to touch and kiss Akira right on the train, he tried to keep his gaze instead on a young woman in a low-cut dress. She was attractive, there was no doubt about it: firm rounded boobs, long well-defined legs, shiny lustrous hair. He felt a pleasant twitch between his legs.

And yet...

His gaze moved back to Akira, who was looking out the window. The slight twist of his neck meant that one of the sinews stood out, throwing the hollow at the base of his throat into deep shadow. Hikaru nearly whimpered. He closed his eyes and wondered how Akira would react if he kissed and licked his collarbone right now. Not to mention how the train full of people would react. He shivered, clenching his hands, morbidly curious as to when the tension would snap, and how.

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Hikaru didn't have to wait long for the answer: the second Akira closed the entrance door, he leaned in and pull Akira against the door and kiss him passionately. As Akira's lips met his Hikaru thought for one beautiful moment that it was the end of the world, because Akira was slipping his tounge in between his teeth and passionately kissing him back and nothing could ever, can ever top this, ever.

The next twenty-five minutes were a blur of teeth and tongues and groping and Akira's fingernails digging into his back and Akira's collarbone tasting just as good as Hikaru's been imagining it would, and Akira's voice going all throaty and purry and his skin was like on fire and turning Hikaru on the way he'd never ever been before. Hikaru laid his hand on the the buttons of Akira's shirt when Akira gasped, "Wait—Hikaru—let's get inside!"

Akira took his hand leading the way back to the bedroom. Hikaru's legs kept wanting to shake, but he forced himself to walk normally, his grip on Akira's hand damp and slippery. The bedroom door, when they got to it, seemed like a cavern, a threatening and unpredictable place. The room was very dark, despite the full moon outside. Hikaru kicked off the slippers and entered the room barefoot, wondering if he was going to faint. It would solve a lot of things, probably.

"Akira, do you want…to…with me…?" Hikaru heard himself trembling.

"Yes," Akira nodded, looking away again, and put his bag on the floor before slipping his jacket off. It was the sexiest and most frightening thing Hikaru had ever seen him do. "I've dreamt of this a thousand time before." Akira said, beginning to take off his shirt.

His rival was undressing slowly, systematically, pausing to fold his clothes every step of the way. Hikaru stared, wondering if he ought to be ashamed of himself for doing so. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness of the room, and followed the shape of sinewy muscles and sharp bones. Akira was very thin, without a lot of muscle, and the moonlight created dark hollows under his shoulder blades and along his throat. Hikaru was so hard it was painful, and if this slow undressing went on for very much longer, he might come just from looking.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of unsexy things. Kuwabara. Kuwabara-sensei having sex with Morishita-sensei. He shuddered, and opened his eyes again, to find that Akira had just taken off his socks and was now working on getting his belt open. Hikaru whimpered, the sound loud in the silence, and Akira looked over at him.

"Come to bed," Hikaru whispered, not caring that he was pleading. Akira paused for a moment, then nodded, pushing his trousers and underpants down in one abrupt movement, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor, walking over to the futon. It happened so quickly that he was under the covers before Hikaru had time to get a proper look at him, and he was left with a confused impression of an extra-dark pool of shadows and reflected moonlight.

They both held still for a moment, to give each other the chance to escape, or to give themselves the chance to think of something that might stop what they were doing, that might enable them to pretend this had never happened. Then they turned onto their sides and inched closer, until they were facing each other, a few centimetres of space between them. Akira's eyes seemed huge and very dark, and Hikaru couldn't make out his expression.

Wetting his lips nervously, he reached out, brushing fingertips over Akira's chest. That seemed to be enough, and Akira reached for him, pressing against him, their bodies suddenly rammed hard against each other. Hikaru gasped at the shock of naked skin against his own, and clutched at Akira's shoulders.

Akira was aroused. Very aroused. Hikaru barely had time to wonder what he was supposed to do next before his body took over, moving against Akira, who responded in kind. It was all messy and urgent , and there were sounds: grunts of effort, sharp sudden gasps, and small desperate keening noises as their need grew out of control. They embraced, their arms around each other, and ran their palms up and down backs and arms. Hikaru placed his face against Akira's collarbone and kissed it so feverently to the point he bit it at times.

At some point, they somehow lost their balance, and Hikaru ended up on his back, with Akira on top of him. But by then, it was far too late to stop, and Akira was grinding down hard against him, his head lifted and his gaze on Hikaru. His face was framed by curtains of soft hair, and his lips were parted, and his hips were warm and naked under Hikaru's hands, and he kept looking at him, and he was the most beautiful thing Hikaru had ever seen, and suddenly the world exploded in a shower of sparks and desperate gasping for breath.

When the ground stopped spinning, he opened his eyes again. Akira was slumped against him, still mostly on top of him, and there was dampness between their bodies: some of it sweat, some of it come. He closed his eyes, trying to understand that some of that come was Akira's. On his skin, on his body. He tensed, flashes of something that felt like arousal shivering along his spine.

He wanted more. He wanted more right now. He rolled onto his side, then stroked his arm. His palm, or Akira's arm, was slightly damp with sweat. Akira looked up, and this time it was possible to make out an expression. He looked quizzical.

"Again," Hikaru explained, pressing closer, sliding his hands along Akira's back.

Akira said nothing, but his body replied urgently to every of Hikaru's rather daring, Hikaru lifted his head, watching Akira's face for a moment, before deliberately glancing down at their bodies, at the way their skin glistened in the cold light. Akira exhaled, sharply, sounding out of breath and somehow close to laughter, though not the amused kind of laughter. Hikaru looked back at him, meeting his eyes, acutely conscious that he, too, was moving, was rubbing himself against his rival's naked body.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Akira's, their sweat mingling. Akira's eyes were open and looking straight at him, and Hikaru didn't look away. Akira was breathing quickly, his lips parted again, his every exhalation hot against Hikaru's face. This was too good, there was no way anything could be this good, it couldn't be legal. Hikaru's eyes flickered, and he bit his lip, forcing himself not to moan.

"Can I -" Akira's voice was hoarse, and he stopped, clearing his throat. Hikaru focused his gaze on him again, and Akira swallowed, audibly. "Can I touch you?" He already was, his hands were clutching at Hikaru's back, but Hikaru understood what he meant. He nodded, looking away.

A hand slid between their bodies and wrapped around Hikaru's erection. He closed his eyes, hiding his head under Akira's chin as the hand began to move. It felt... he wasn't sure how it felt, only that it was different from everything ever, and that the world would end if Akira stopped.

He also reached down, fumbling for Akira's arousal, grasping it clumsily, a move that made both of them gasp. Adjusting his grip, he tried to move his hand, finding the angle difficult. When he lifted his head, to keep his part of the bargain, Akira's eyes had closed. He gasped, moving his hand faster, pressing into Akira's touch. Underneath him, Akira moaned and twitched and clung to the bedlinen with both hands, then threw his head back and cried out as he came, his body arching up towards Hikaru. He scooped up Akira's lower back and lifted him up in his arms. Holding Akira close to his chest like a precious thing, he gently kissed Akira again.

"Akira, this is my first time. I'm glad I've done it with you "

They were silent for a long time afterwards, the sounds from the garden drifting in and mingling with the sound of their breathing, their skin gradually cooling in the night air. After a while, Akira reached for the bedclothes and pulled it over them, then wrapped one arm around Hikaru's waist. Hikaru hugged him back tightly, pressing gentle kisses onto his hair, to his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, and then settled down, getting ready for sleep.

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Credits to: Stirring-still ( Preliminaries)