Disclaimer-Gravitation is not mine.
Author's note-I must give props to my typist who typed this chapter for me!
All hail Ushii Tomodachi-san! On with the story!
Thinking better than to take his motorcycle with Ryuuichi in his "condition", they opted instead to borrow one of Yuki's many cars, one that wouldn't draw that attention to them.
"Your brother made us a really extensive list, didn't he?" Ryuuchi asked, absentmindingly stroking his enormous stomach.
"That's okay. I think it will be interesting to get down in his yard and make it look even better than it does now." Tatsuha said.
"He does have a beautiful home." Ryuuichi agreed.
Not having spent that much time there himself, Tatsuha didn't really have an opinion about his older brother's home. He knew for a fact that Yuki had orginally bought the house as a home for him to Shuichi to share, and now it had become a burden and a reminder of better times. The fact that Yuki had decided to showcase his home for the media proved that maybe there was hope for his brother after all.
Tatsuha hadn't even noticed that he had been lost in his thoughts until he felt Ryuuichi reach over to brush a bothersome hair away from his face.
"Sorry. You just looked thoughtful just now. Do you have a lot on your mind?" Ryuuichi asked.
"No more than usual. I'm sorry for getting distracted. My attention should be on you since it's my job to watch over you for the summer." Tatsuha said.
'Don't worry. You're doing a great job. I'm actually excited about doing some gardening. I haven't gotten to do anything like that in years, probably since I was a teenager." he said.
"Well, if it means anything, this will kinda be a first for me too, especially gardening with one of my musical idols." Tatsuha said.
Ryuuichi blushed. "I don't know what to say...thank you." he responded.
Tatsuha smiled over at his companion, finding himself as enchanted as ever by the older man's flushed state. There was a part of him that wanted to believe that there was a certain amount of intimacy to gardening together, and even if he never got the chance to be close to Ryuuichi like he had the day before, he wouldn't change a thing about their time together.
He'd forgotten how uncomfortable it was to wake up with a raging erection, the cause of his troubles lying right beside him in bed. He had been sorely tempted to accept Ryuuichi's offer the night before, wishing forever that he could claim the singer body and soul and call him his own. He had to stifle his groan thinking about the sweetness of his idol's mouth, the lean strength of their bodies against each other...
"Is this the place?" Ryuuichi asked him, as they drove into the parking lot of the gardening center.
Tatsuha nodded as he parked the car, lending his hand to his companion to help him out of the car to keep up the premise of their costumes. When Ryuuichi made no effort to extract his hand from his own, Tatsuha accepted this simple affectionate gesture, hobbling beside the falsely pregnant singer into the building.
The peaceful strains of a soft jazz melody greeted them as the pair browsed through their colorful surroundings. They hadn't realized how impressive a selection they would have, ranging from the colr varities of many fragrant blossoms, the brillant foliage of large tropical plants or the heights of maturing shade trees.
After staring at the strangely dressed twosome for a moment, the store manager came out to greet the old man and his pregnant granddaughter.
"You're the Skye's, I'll presume? Welcome. Mr. Eiri has already called his order ahead, so my men are ready to leave whenever you are. I can only hope the two of you are not the ones doing the work?" he asked them.
Tatsuha squeezed Ryuuichi's hand affectionately. "Of course not! I wouldn't even consider letting my precious granddaughter here get her fingernails dirty doing such manuel labor. Wouldn't want her to go into labor before she's ready." Tatsuha said.
Ryuuichi leaned over to place a kiss across Tatsuha's cheek. "You're so thoughtful, Grandpa." he said in a convincing feminine voice.
Tatsuha stifled his blush as he informed the manager that they were indeed ready and arranged to meet the workers at his brother's home.
Falling silent on the drive back to the house, Tatsuha could tell that Ryuuichi was excited about the events ahead, making him wonder how much his idol had missed out on being in the spotlight for such a long time.
He guessed that there were downsides to being famous, even if being so allowed a person a better lifestyle. His own family had never suffered for money but appreciated all they had, and Tatsuha was as comfortable being a monk as he was being Ryuuichi's bodyguard. If this truly was the first time for Ryuuichi to do something like this in a long time, he wanted to make sure it was memorable for him.
His dedication to his idol did not surprise him. He felt as though he owed the older man for all the years of pleasurable fantasties and musical talent he had been honored to share. The teen's only skills were that of the monastic variety, and to be able to garden with his honey Ryuuichi...words failed to describe his feelings.
Tatsuha was still awash with emotion over his good fortune as they made it back to the house, shedding their heavy costumes for much lighter clothing. Surprisely enough, a pair of cut off denim shorts of his own fit the much more petite singer and he was more than happy to lend him one of his comfortable baggy tee shirts to get sweaty in. Tatsuha changed into a pair of shorts himself and a white tank top.
"Wow. Wearing white really puts a lot of emphasis on your dark hair." Ryuuichi commented.
"Thanks. I think the men from the landscaping supply are finished. Let's get started." Tatsuha said.
The two men passed Yuki as he walked up to the doorway with a cigerette in hand. "Those people from the magazine are already here. They heard Ryuuichi was going to be here and they couldn't get here fast enough. Just remember I'm not getting involved." he reminded them.
Tatsuha ignored his brother's coldness, focusing instead on the job ahead of them. Yuki followed them outside to greet his guests.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Eiri. When we contacted you before about showcasing your home, we had no idea that you had asked Ryuuichi Sakuma of Nittle Grasper to help with the photo shoot. And who might this young man be? He's very photogenic." one of the reporters said.
"This is my brother Tatsuha. He's working for Sakuma-san for the summer. The two of them volunteered to help out with the gardening when other plans fell through." Yuki said.
"How wonderful! This would be a great angle for our feature. Would it be okay with the two of you if we photographed you hard at work?" the rporter asked.
Tatsuha smiled. "Only if my brother Yuki agrees to be a part of this with us." he said.
"What?!" Yuki exclaimed. He narrowed his eyes at the teen with clenched teeth. "Why, you little..." he said under his breath.
"We'd hate to put you out if it's an inconvience, Mr. Eiri, but I'm sure that doing so gardening with your brother and Mr. Sakuma would only cause your female readership to endear themselves to you more." the reporter told him.
Not wishing to alienate those that provided him the lifestyle in which he was accustomed, Yuki sighed and went along with the changes in the magazine's photo shoot.
He would never admit it aloud, but the uptight blonde writer actually found himself almost enjoying himself as he crouched on his knees to assist his brother and Ryuuichi in their gardening efforts. He was sure that Touma would have a fit if he could see the childlike Ryuuichi digging into the earth like a man possessed, tenderly planting the many colred blooms of various flowers around the most scenic parts of his yard.
Tatsuha had gone inside to make them some cold iced tea and had brought damp washclothes for all of them to wash the sweat away. The magazine photographers devoured this scene as if there were at a buffet and were as eager to celebrate afterwards as the trio were.
"I hope you gentlemen will excuse me, but I think I'm going to borrow Mr. Eiri's shower now, if that's okay with him." Ryuuchi said.
Yuki waved him away with a sigh. "Yes, yes, fine, fine. Go ahead." he told him.
"Thank you for an eventful photo shoot, Mr. Eiri. I'm sure this will be the most collectible of all of our issues." the reporter said.
Yuki nodded as he shook the man's hand. "Thank you." he told them.
Barely taking note of their departure, Yuki glanced over at his teen brother, slumped over on his back on his nearly maincured lawn, mindlessly swatting away ants as they atrempted to crawl onto him. He walked over to Tatsuha and kicked him softly in the foot.
"Get up, you lazy bastard. You're ruining my lawn." he told him.
Tatsuha squinted at him, shielding his eyes from the sun as he sat up. "Yeah, okay. Would you mind giving a guy some help up?" he asked.
"Gods, you're useless. Here." Yuki said, offering his brother a hand.
"Thanks." Tatsuha said, brushing the grass off of himself.
"I just wanted to let you know that since you and Ryuuichi offered to help out, I decided to cook the two of you dinner. You'll here to make dessert yourselves though, if you want it." Yuki said.
Tatsuha stared at him dumbfounded for a minute. "Thank you, Eiri." he said.
Yuki managed a faint smile at his brother before walking away to go inside.
As much as Tatsuha wanted to strip down and shower himself, he knew the bathroom was already occupied by Ryuuichi. Throwing his tank top into his dirty clothes hamper, he rested against the closed door with his eyes closed, almost falling backwards when Ryuuichi opened the door.
"Oh Tatsuha, it's you. I'm done in here if you want to use the shower. It's okay if you come in." Ryuuichi said.
Too exhausted to argue, Ryuuichi accepted his invitation, once again surprised to see his idol in only a towel. This towel was much more revealing than the thick one at the hotel, one that Tatsuha knew Yuki kept around as a spare when laundry needed to be done.
This towel rested very low on his hips and high on his thighs, molding itself to his rounded backside. Keeping his eyes from venturing below his idol's waistline, he instead focused on his own hardening arousal as he prepared to step into the shower.
"Tatsuha, wait. Are you going in dressed like that?" Ryuuichi asked him.
Tatsuha stammered to find his voice. "I think that would be best, yes." he told him.
"You know, you really do have an impressive frame for being so young. I wasn't aware that monks were so lean and muscular." Ryuuichi said.
Tatsuha laughed nervously. "It must be all the rice and homemade wine." he said.
Ryuuichi nodded. "Perhaps, or it could be from less than a monastic lifestyle. Not that I would ever judge you, Tatsuha. I know when I was your age, I definitely wasn't interested in being a singer because of the music." Ryuuichi said.
"The only music I ever really cared about was the music that you created, Ryuuichi, not the kind I created with others." Tatsuha told him.
"Yes. It took me a long time to realize that real pleasure was in making other people happy. Making you happy, Tatsuha, makes me happy." Ryuuichi said.
"I couldn't be any happier than I am right now, Ryuuichi." he told him.
Tears almost came to the teen's eyes when he saw Ryuuichi's face break out into a smile, something he had helped the singer achieve with his words. This reminded him of some of his bathroom fantasies about Ryuuichi, about them being pretty much in the same scenario, either occupying themselves with favors tended to each other, or wrapped in each other's arms beneath a steamy shower.
It would be too easy to give in and drag Ryuuichi into the shower with him, to have their wet bodies slide against each other in anticipation of more...lost again in his daydreams, he hadn't noticed that Ryuuichi had inched closer to him in the effort to get his attention. The feeling of Ryuuichi's hand sliding to the nape of his neck to weave into his hair did the trick, forcing Tatsuha's eyes to meet with his idol's.
"Ryuuichi." he said softly.
The two men stared into each other's eyes for the longest time before finally coming together in each other's arms, Tatsuha's mouth slanting over Ryuuichi's for an intense, fevered kiss. He hadn't expected to be quite so forceful with the singer, but his need to be close to his Ryuuichi had called all the shots.
Ryuuichi's skin was still damp against his hands, Ryuuichi's hands sweeping down across the small of Tatsuha's back. Tatsuha parted from the kiss slightly with a sharp gasp when Ryuuichi echoed his action from the night before. This reaction caused the singer to bury his head in the teen's hair to test his bodyguard's restraint.
"You shouldn't get in the shower with those on." Ryuuichi told him, his hands roaming to the fastenings of Tatsuha's shorts.
"Ryuuichi..." he gasped, feeling the singer part the fabric to touch him.
Tatsuha reached out to press Ryuuichi closer to him, allowing Ryuuichi to distract him with a deep, passionate kiss as he continued his hand's assault. He so badly wanted to return the favor in too many ways to count, and could feel Ryuuichi arch his hips towards him in invitation just before they were startled apart by a loud knock on the door.
"What are you two doing in there? Dinner's ready!" Yuki shouted.
Tatsuha blushed furiously. "We'll be right out." he told him.
Sighing with relief as Yuki walked away, Tatsuha smiled over at his flushed companion, still in shock that they had been so intimate.
"I don't think anything but a cold shower is going to get rid of this." Tatsuha said about his condition.
Ryuuichi nodded, understanding completely. "I guess we'd better hurry so we don't make Eiri-san more upset. I'll see you in a few minutes." he said.
Tatsuha smiled. "Okay." he said.
Damn Yuki and his bad timing, Tatsuha thought. He still couldn't believe that he had practically been leaning against the bathroom wall, allowing Ryuuichi to pleasure him with those long talented fingers of his. If Yuki hadn't interrupted...all sorts of things might have happened. Ryuuichi might have continued his hand's journey instead with that sweet mouth of his or Tatsuha could have done the same to him.
Would any amount of icy cold water relieve him of this problem that had no end, he wondered. He wondered what would be worse, an neverending erection or blasting his most sensitive area until it was an icicle? Those thoughts finally allowed him some relief, along with a little help of his own.
Thinking better than to take his motorcycle with Ryuuichi in his "condition", they opted instead to borrow one of Yuki's many cars, one that wouldn't draw that attention to them.
"Your brother made us a really extensive list, didn't he?" Ryuuchi asked, absentmindingly stroking his enormous stomach.
"That's okay. I think it will be interesting to get down in his yard and make it look even better than it does now." Tatsuha said.
"He does have a beautiful home." Ryuuichi agreed.
Not having spent that much time there himself, Tatsuha didn't really have an opinion about his older brother's home. He knew for a fact that Yuki had orginally bought the house as a home for him to Shuichi to share, and now it had become a burden and a reminder of better times. The fact that Yuki had decided to showcase his home for the media proved that maybe there was hope for his brother after all.
Tatsuha hadn't even noticed that he had been lost in his thoughts until he felt Ryuuichi reach over to brush a bothersome hair away from his face.
"Sorry. You just looked thoughtful just now. Do you have a lot on your mind?" Ryuuichi asked.
"No more than usual. I'm sorry for getting distracted. My attention should be on you since it's my job to watch over you for the summer." Tatsuha said.
'Don't worry. You're doing a great job. I'm actually excited about doing some gardening. I haven't gotten to do anything like that in years, probably since I was a teenager." he said.
"Well, if it means anything, this will kinda be a first for me too, especially gardening with one of my musical idols." Tatsuha said.
Ryuuichi blushed. "I don't know what to say...thank you." he responded.
Tatsuha smiled over at his companion, finding himself as enchanted as ever by the older man's flushed state. There was a part of him that wanted to believe that there was a certain amount of intimacy to gardening together, and even if he never got the chance to be close to Ryuuichi like he had the day before, he wouldn't change a thing about their time together.
He'd forgotten how uncomfortable it was to wake up with a raging erection, the cause of his troubles lying right beside him in bed. He had been sorely tempted to accept Ryuuichi's offer the night before, wishing forever that he could claim the singer body and soul and call him his own. He had to stifle his groan thinking about the sweetness of his idol's mouth, the lean strength of their bodies against each other...
"Is this the place?" Ryuuichi asked him, as they drove into the parking lot of the gardening center.
Tatsuha nodded as he parked the car, lending his hand to his companion to help him out of the car to keep up the premise of their costumes. When Ryuuichi made no effort to extract his hand from his own, Tatsuha accepted this simple affectionate gesture, hobbling beside the falsely pregnant singer into the building.
The peaceful strains of a soft jazz melody greeted them as the pair browsed through their colorful surroundings. They hadn't realized how impressive a selection they would have, ranging from the colr varities of many fragrant blossoms, the brillant foliage of large tropical plants or the heights of maturing shade trees.
After staring at the strangely dressed twosome for a moment, the store manager came out to greet the old man and his pregnant granddaughter.
"You're the Skye's, I'll presume? Welcome. Mr. Eiri has already called his order ahead, so my men are ready to leave whenever you are. I can only hope the two of you are not the ones doing the work?" he asked them.
Tatsuha squeezed Ryuuichi's hand affectionately. "Of course not! I wouldn't even consider letting my precious granddaughter here get her fingernails dirty doing such manuel labor. Wouldn't want her to go into labor before she's ready." Tatsuha said.
Ryuuichi leaned over to place a kiss across Tatsuha's cheek. "You're so thoughtful, Grandpa." he said in a convincing feminine voice.
Tatsuha stifled his blush as he informed the manager that they were indeed ready and arranged to meet the workers at his brother's home.
Falling silent on the drive back to the house, Tatsuha could tell that Ryuuichi was excited about the events ahead, making him wonder how much his idol had missed out on being in the spotlight for such a long time.
He guessed that there were downsides to being famous, even if being so allowed a person a better lifestyle. His own family had never suffered for money but appreciated all they had, and Tatsuha was as comfortable being a monk as he was being Ryuuichi's bodyguard. If this truly was the first time for Ryuuichi to do something like this in a long time, he wanted to make sure it was memorable for him.
His dedication to his idol did not surprise him. He felt as though he owed the older man for all the years of pleasurable fantasties and musical talent he had been honored to share. The teen's only skills were that of the monastic variety, and to be able to garden with his honey Ryuuichi...words failed to describe his feelings.
Tatsuha was still awash with emotion over his good fortune as they made it back to the house, shedding their heavy costumes for much lighter clothing. Surprisely enough, a pair of cut off denim shorts of his own fit the much more petite singer and he was more than happy to lend him one of his comfortable baggy tee shirts to get sweaty in. Tatsuha changed into a pair of shorts himself and a white tank top.
"Wow. Wearing white really puts a lot of emphasis on your dark hair." Ryuuichi commented.
"Thanks. I think the men from the landscaping supply are finished. Let's get started." Tatsuha said.
The two men passed Yuki as he walked up to the doorway with a cigerette in hand. "Those people from the magazine are already here. They heard Ryuuichi was going to be here and they couldn't get here fast enough. Just remember I'm not getting involved." he reminded them.
Tatsuha ignored his brother's coldness, focusing instead on the job ahead of them. Yuki followed them outside to greet his guests.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Eiri. When we contacted you before about showcasing your home, we had no idea that you had asked Ryuuichi Sakuma of Nittle Grasper to help with the photo shoot. And who might this young man be? He's very photogenic." one of the reporters said.
"This is my brother Tatsuha. He's working for Sakuma-san for the summer. The two of them volunteered to help out with the gardening when other plans fell through." Yuki said.
"How wonderful! This would be a great angle for our feature. Would it be okay with the two of you if we photographed you hard at work?" the rporter asked.
Tatsuha smiled. "Only if my brother Yuki agrees to be a part of this with us." he said.
"What?!" Yuki exclaimed. He narrowed his eyes at the teen with clenched teeth. "Why, you little..." he said under his breath.
"We'd hate to put you out if it's an inconvience, Mr. Eiri, but I'm sure that doing so gardening with your brother and Mr. Sakuma would only cause your female readership to endear themselves to you more." the reporter told him.
Not wishing to alienate those that provided him the lifestyle in which he was accustomed, Yuki sighed and went along with the changes in the magazine's photo shoot.
He would never admit it aloud, but the uptight blonde writer actually found himself almost enjoying himself as he crouched on his knees to assist his brother and Ryuuichi in their gardening efforts. He was sure that Touma would have a fit if he could see the childlike Ryuuichi digging into the earth like a man possessed, tenderly planting the many colred blooms of various flowers around the most scenic parts of his yard.
Tatsuha had gone inside to make them some cold iced tea and had brought damp washclothes for all of them to wash the sweat away. The magazine photographers devoured this scene as if there were at a buffet and were as eager to celebrate afterwards as the trio were.
"I hope you gentlemen will excuse me, but I think I'm going to borrow Mr. Eiri's shower now, if that's okay with him." Ryuuchi said.
Yuki waved him away with a sigh. "Yes, yes, fine, fine. Go ahead." he told him.
"Thank you for an eventful photo shoot, Mr. Eiri. I'm sure this will be the most collectible of all of our issues." the reporter said.
Yuki nodded as he shook the man's hand. "Thank you." he told them.
Barely taking note of their departure, Yuki glanced over at his teen brother, slumped over on his back on his nearly maincured lawn, mindlessly swatting away ants as they atrempted to crawl onto him. He walked over to Tatsuha and kicked him softly in the foot.
"Get up, you lazy bastard. You're ruining my lawn." he told him.
Tatsuha squinted at him, shielding his eyes from the sun as he sat up. "Yeah, okay. Would you mind giving a guy some help up?" he asked.
"Gods, you're useless. Here." Yuki said, offering his brother a hand.
"Thanks." Tatsuha said, brushing the grass off of himself.
"I just wanted to let you know that since you and Ryuuichi offered to help out, I decided to cook the two of you dinner. You'll here to make dessert yourselves though, if you want it." Yuki said.
Tatsuha stared at him dumbfounded for a minute. "Thank you, Eiri." he said.
Yuki managed a faint smile at his brother before walking away to go inside.
As much as Tatsuha wanted to strip down and shower himself, he knew the bathroom was already occupied by Ryuuichi. Throwing his tank top into his dirty clothes hamper, he rested against the closed door with his eyes closed, almost falling backwards when Ryuuichi opened the door.
"Oh Tatsuha, it's you. I'm done in here if you want to use the shower. It's okay if you come in." Ryuuichi said.
Too exhausted to argue, Ryuuichi accepted his invitation, once again surprised to see his idol in only a towel. This towel was much more revealing than the thick one at the hotel, one that Tatsuha knew Yuki kept around as a spare when laundry needed to be done.
This towel rested very low on his hips and high on his thighs, molding itself to his rounded backside. Keeping his eyes from venturing below his idol's waistline, he instead focused on his own hardening arousal as he prepared to step into the shower.
"Tatsuha, wait. Are you going in dressed like that?" Ryuuichi asked him.
Tatsuha stammered to find his voice. "I think that would be best, yes." he told him.
"You know, you really do have an impressive frame for being so young. I wasn't aware that monks were so lean and muscular." Ryuuichi said.
Tatsuha laughed nervously. "It must be all the rice and homemade wine." he said.
Ryuuichi nodded. "Perhaps, or it could be from less than a monastic lifestyle. Not that I would ever judge you, Tatsuha. I know when I was your age, I definitely wasn't interested in being a singer because of the music." Ryuuichi said.
"The only music I ever really cared about was the music that you created, Ryuuichi, not the kind I created with others." Tatsuha told him.
"Yes. It took me a long time to realize that real pleasure was in making other people happy. Making you happy, Tatsuha, makes me happy." Ryuuichi said.
"I couldn't be any happier than I am right now, Ryuuichi." he told him.
Tears almost came to the teen's eyes when he saw Ryuuichi's face break out into a smile, something he had helped the singer achieve with his words. This reminded him of some of his bathroom fantasies about Ryuuichi, about them being pretty much in the same scenario, either occupying themselves with favors tended to each other, or wrapped in each other's arms beneath a steamy shower.
It would be too easy to give in and drag Ryuuichi into the shower with him, to have their wet bodies slide against each other in anticipation of more...lost again in his daydreams, he hadn't noticed that Ryuuichi had inched closer to him in the effort to get his attention. The feeling of Ryuuichi's hand sliding to the nape of his neck to weave into his hair did the trick, forcing Tatsuha's eyes to meet with his idol's.
"Ryuuichi." he said softly.
The two men stared into each other's eyes for the longest time before finally coming together in each other's arms, Tatsuha's mouth slanting over Ryuuichi's for an intense, fevered kiss. He hadn't expected to be quite so forceful with the singer, but his need to be close to his Ryuuichi had called all the shots.
Ryuuichi's skin was still damp against his hands, Ryuuichi's hands sweeping down across the small of Tatsuha's back. Tatsuha parted from the kiss slightly with a sharp gasp when Ryuuichi echoed his action from the night before. This reaction caused the singer to bury his head in the teen's hair to test his bodyguard's restraint.
"You shouldn't get in the shower with those on." Ryuuichi told him, his hands roaming to the fastenings of Tatsuha's shorts.
"Ryuuichi..." he gasped, feeling the singer part the fabric to touch him.
Tatsuha reached out to press Ryuuichi closer to him, allowing Ryuuichi to distract him with a deep, passionate kiss as he continued his hand's assault. He so badly wanted to return the favor in too many ways to count, and could feel Ryuuichi arch his hips towards him in invitation just before they were startled apart by a loud knock on the door.
"What are you two doing in there? Dinner's ready!" Yuki shouted.
Tatsuha blushed furiously. "We'll be right out." he told him.
Sighing with relief as Yuki walked away, Tatsuha smiled over at his flushed companion, still in shock that they had been so intimate.
"I don't think anything but a cold shower is going to get rid of this." Tatsuha said about his condition.
Ryuuichi nodded, understanding completely. "I guess we'd better hurry so we don't make Eiri-san more upset. I'll see you in a few minutes." he said.
Tatsuha smiled. "Okay." he said.
Damn Yuki and his bad timing, Tatsuha thought. He still couldn't believe that he had practically been leaning against the bathroom wall, allowing Ryuuichi to pleasure him with those long talented fingers of his. If Yuki hadn't interrupted...all sorts of things might have happened. Ryuuichi might have continued his hand's journey instead with that sweet mouth of his or Tatsuha could have done the same to him.
Would any amount of icy cold water relieve him of this problem that had no end, he wondered. He wondered what would be worse, an neverending erection or blasting his most sensitive area until it was an icicle? Those thoughts finally allowed him some relief, along with a little help of his own.