Summary: Hiro and Suguru get some unexpected time together. But how will they use it? Does anyone else smell that lemon fresh scent?
Warning: Involves a male/male lemon. If you don't care for those then don't complain to me about it, just don't read this. This chapter is most likely R or beyond.
Beginning Note: I'd like to thank my reviewers for, well… reviewing. Sorry if anyone feels it was a long time before this was posted. I ran into a little writer's block for part of the story. This is my first lemon, I hope its ok. Hope you enjoy.
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If Only I Could Tell You - Chapter 4
The next morning Hiro woke to the ringing of his bedside phone. He hesitated to answer it, being it was only 5AM. He came to the conclusion that anyone daring to call this early in the morning must have something important to say. Scowling, he reached for the ringing phone and answered it as nicely as he could manage in these circumstances.
"Yeah, what do you want!" he snarled at the person on the other end as soon as the receiver reached his ear. "Do you know what time it is?"
The instant he stopped talking he could hear sobbing on the other end. He was about to be hit with a bullet of guilt when the person began speaking. "Oh Hiro, you don't have to be so mean," wailed Shuichi from the other end. "I just wanted to see how yesterday went."
"I'm sorry Shuichi. It was fine. But shouldn't you be asleep with your loving author around this time?"
"He couldn't sleep and he woke me up with all that typing of his." Hiro could hear the whine in his little friend's voice.
"My condolences," Hiro said with sarcasm. "Shuichi, it's too early! You two couldn't sleep so in a bizarre chain reaction I have to be awake too? Just get to the point so I can go back to sleep, please!"
"Did you and Suguru do anything?"
Hiro sighed deeply before answering. "If you're so anxious to know, we kissed."
"You're so boring Hiro! I thought you would have something more exciting to tell by now."
"What?! Were you expecting some story of a hot, passionate night together or something?"
"Yes!" answered Shuichi rather bluntly. "I mean first you don't tell me you two were going out …"
"That's because we weren't going out! We just sort of ended up kissing last night. End of story!"
"So you both shared a heart pounding kiss?!" Shuichi was now squealing with excitement. "And all thanks to yours truly."
"You're being so dramatic Shuichi. If you want to put it that way, yes ... we shared a heart pounding kiss." Hiro didn't want to admit that he enjoyed it being put that way. He was able to still hear his heart beating by the time he reached his bike last night. "What do you mean thanks to you?"
"You know, getting you two together, alone. Oh Hiro! I'm so happy! Maybe we can double date!"
"What are you squealing about now?" Speaking of dating, Hiro could hear the author, Yuki Eiri, on the other end.
"Sorry Yuki, I was just talking to Hiro," explained Shuichi before there was a familiar click of the phone hanging up. With a tired frown he too hung up.
The guitarist snuggled back into bed and closed his eyes. He smiled a bit as an image came to mind; Suguru. But he was soon pulled from his peaceful thoughts by another ringing. This time he was really irritated. Swinging back the blankets and sitting up, he grabbed the phone.
"What is it this time ...?! Oh K, it's you," Hiro became aware of the fact it was his manager on the other end and held back any signs of his displeasure. "Sorry I thought you were Shuichi. What's wrong, the place is still a mess?"
"No, no, that's not it," K assured Hiro. "I took care of the bastard responsible for that. I simply wanted to tell you before you got ready to come to the studio that …"
"That what K? You're in jail for murder? Need me to bail you out for killing the guy?" He heard the evil chuckle, which didn't make him too comfortable; chances were good that that's what was actually going on. Then he heard a slight struggle in his manager's voice as he continued.
"I wanted to tell you that the rest of the week's rehearsals are … are …" K took a deep breath before finishing. "… Canceled!"
Hiro tried not to laugh. He could tell the strain it took K to tell him that. K would probably do anything not to give them time off and almost the same was said for getting them more time for work. The blonde was up to something, but he wasn't one to argue with some time off.
"OK, no more rehearsals for the next few weeks."
"One week Hiroshi, don't make me come over there to make it clear!"
Hiro raised an eyebrow at the comment. "Wow, threatening me to take time off. Yes, yes. I understand just fine. One week."
"And then the following week will be twice as hard!"
"Wait! Why? I mean, I know I didn't ask for this time off. Why are we getting it and then worked harder for it? It's not fair …!" Let us rephrase a recent comment. Hiro wasn't going to argue with time off, till it came to being punished for it or having to give something in return for it.
"Oh, sorry Hiroshi, I must be going now. Bye!" K sounded frantic before hanging up.
Hiro reached over and unplugged the phone next to his bed. He would not be having anymore annoying interruptions of his sleep, especially when they made him confused. Laying back down he curled up with one of his pillows; hugging tightly to it. "The answering machine can get the rest of the calls for me," Hiro stated to himself. He closed his eyes and continued the few hours of sleep he had left. Colors and shapes swirled and formed in front of his eyelids making moving paintings. His hands clutched tightly to the sheets before he completely fell into the dream.
(Hours later)
Several hours past before Hiro finally woke up. As soon as he sat up his stomach started expressing its need through disturbing sounds. He dragged himself out of bed and into the kitchen. He passed the table with the answering machine, slipping a finger over the button to play the messages back. There were 5 messages on the machine. Hiro took a deep breath as he listened. "I guess people just can't get enough of me," he snorted. "Not even to give me some sleep."
"Hiro, Hiro, where are you?" Shuichi's voice was heard over the machine for the first message. "I know you're there. Pick up, pick up, pick up! Fine I'll call back later."
"Oh no." Hiro has heard that too many times before.
"Hiiiro! It's me pick up. It's extremely mean for you to avoid me!" Again it seemed the little pink haired singer had nothing to do but call and demand he answer the phone.
"Like I could avoid him even if I wanted to."
The third and forth messages were also Shuichi. Hiro listened to the forth just to see what his friend could possibly have left to say. "Hiro, guess what me and Yuki did!" He reached over and immediately skipped that message. He had a good idea what they had been doing and didn't care for the details before eating. He waited for the fifth message hoping it wasn't the second part to Shuichi and Yuki's morning rituals. It turned out it wasn't Shuichi, this time it was Suguru. Hiro's heart started pounding. He really wasn't sure why he felt so anxious. Was he worried, or just excited? What if Suguru was calling because he thought last night a mistake? What if he thought it was wonderful. The last thought made him grin widely.
"Hello Hiroshi," began Suguru. Hiro thought his younger band mate was past his Hiroshi phase. The only one that still reverted to calling him that was K when taking a professional standpoint in a conversation. "I thought you should know it wasn't the ride the other day that made me sick. It turned out to be my family's cooking. I'll remember not to eat anything that's in my kitchen again. I don't even have a chance to make my parents feel guilty. As it turns out their going out of town and wont be back for a week."
"Is that an invitation Suguru?" Hiro asked mischievously.
"I also heard we won't be having rehearsals for a week."
"And it kills you, doesn't it cutie? Not having any work for a week." Hiro was smirking evilly.
"I really don't want to hang around my house alone."
"Maybe I should pay you a visit."
"So I was thinking I'd pay you a visit."
Hiro almost choked with alarm as he looked around his apartment. It was a total mess. He couldn't have someone over in this mess, especially the tidy little keyboardist.
"I was thinking I'd be over later this afternoon around six, hope you don't mind. See you later!"
Six this evening? Hiro knew he should fix something for them to eat. He cursed as he looked at the time. It was going on three. How did he manage to sleep in so late? Looking he realized there wasn't anything decent enough to eat in his fridge. He'd have to go by the store if he wanted to make something. He decided to clean up when he got back and cook something afterwards.
(About two hours later)
Hiro was a nervous wreck as he cleaned up all his music sheets, placing them on his desk. He didn't remember his apartment being such a mess till he pictured Suguru in it. But it did look better with him in it or at least he thought it would. Hiro wasn't sure what he had put together for dinner. He was too out of it when preparing the food to remember. But it was something and it smelled ok. Hopefully it wasn't chemical waste. He didn't want to be the real cause of Suguru's illness this time.
He sat down, waiting impatiently. It was about 5:30 now and Suguru would be there any moment. He started tracing his finger repeatedly over his knee as he leaned against his sofa. He had changed into a white blouse over a black tank and a loose pare of jeans. He wasn't this nervous with girls. He could understand a guy better. Not so much was a mystery with another guy. Yet, he wasn't really sure about anything. He found it easy to figure out why a girl might be attracted to him, but he couldn't think of one reason Suguru would. Why not? The reasons wouldn't really be that different, that's if they were different at all. It wasn't hard to believe that Suguru would be charmed by him, but really he couldn't help but find it hard to believe.
The bell rang and he suddenly jumped to his feet, trying not to tear apart his face with the grin he felt coming on. He walked over to the door and slowly opened it, his heart forcing its way free from his chest with its violent beats. The feeling almost ached, but he adored it, hoping he would continue to feel it. When the door was fully open Hiro just stood there for a moment staring at the occupant of the doorway in awe.
Suguru's cheeks took on a rosy pink as the other boy stared at him. Hiro's feelings and actions towards him were overwhelming at times. Ok, who was he trying to kid. They drove him crazy all the time. Suguru looked him over. He began to giggle as he noticed Hiro was bare footed. "Hello Hiroshi," Suguru said as he greeted Hiro. "Did you not want shoes today?"
Hiro looked down at his feet a little embarrassed. "Please Suguru. You can keep calling me Hiro. Or have I made you uncomfortable in someway to cause you to revert to my full name?"
"Yes, of course. I mean, no, you haven't made me uncomfortable at all, Hiro." Suguru didn't even realize he went back to calling him by his full name. He figured it was a nervous reaction. It was confusing for him. He could still be assertive about expressing his emotions, but it was the complete opposite with controlling them. Out of nowhere Suguru began to smell something in the air. "Is something burning?"
"Oh no!!!" Hiro gasped as he ran towards the stove.
The teal haired boy made his way in trying not to laugh. "Did you try to cook … for me?"
"Uh … yeah. I tried to." Hiro confessed, dumping out the burnt food.
"It's ok, we can just order something. Mind if I use your phone?"
"Yeah go ahead." Hiro rubbed the back of his head with a goofy grin. Suguru walked over to the phone, ordering something to be delivered while Hiro slouched back on the sofa thinking to himself. What was his problem? This night was already looking like a total mess. He was too deep in his thoughts to notice Suguru sit down next to him, he finally snapped out of it when he felt the keyboardist lean into him.
He swallowed the lump in his throat as he heard the younger boy let out a soft sigh. He looked down to find Suguru looking up at him with a sweet smile. Hiro moved his arm up around Suguru's shoulder and leaned back against him gently. He wasn't even aware when he started speaking.
"Suguru …" Hiro whispered next to the boy's ear.
"Yes?"
"Do you know how beautiful you are?"
Suguru was hit with a sharp gasp of breath before Hiro's lips were roughly pressed against his. He lay against the soft sofa, letting Hiro hover over him with their lips melting together. He reached up, wrapping his arms around the neck of the guitarist, pulling him down further. They weren't close enough. He needed more, more contact. He finally had what he has been dreaming about, but it still felt out of reach. There was still too much space between them.
Hiro pulled away for a moment panting madly before leaning into Suguru's neck. Hunger was felt behind Hiro's kisses. He wanted to taste Suguru's soft, cream colored skin. His hair tickled the smaller boy's arms as his hands groped the set of hips underneath him. This seemed slightly familiar to Suguru even though it's never happen before. The sounds erupting from him urged Hiro on like nothing else. Hiro's eyes shot open with the sound of the door bell, narrowing when he realized it was the food. He wasn't interested in biting into anything but the little keyboardist now. He ignored it and simply continued what he was doing.
"Hiro shouldn't one of us get that?" asked Suguru, being reminded of his hunger with a growl of his stomach.
"Oh … right," grumbled Hiro moving from his comfortable spot on top of the other boy. He walked over to the door and opened it to the delivery person. "Thanks," he said paying the guy and slamming the door. He turned to the younger boy with a raised eyebrow after looking through the bag of food. "Geeze how much did you order?"
"I was hungry," replied Suguru with a pout, making his way to the food.
They sat back on the sofa eating and watching TV. Not much was on and they weren't really paying any attention to it anyway. Things fell into an uncomfortable silence between them as they sat there staring blankly. Hiro kept questioning why he was holding back. Suguru wasn't a little glass figurine, he wouldn't break. But he wanted to go slow with him, yet it was hard just the same. Sitting here trying to think of something to say was just making him aware of how little he had to say and how stupid what he did have to say was. But he couldn't stand the quiet any longer, he had to….
"Hiro?" asked Suguru, knocking the other boy out of his thoughts once again.
"Yeah?"
"K called you about rehearsals right? Did he seem weird to you, like he was hiding something?"
"Yeah, I think someone got him to give us the time off." Hiro smirked. "Do you not want the time off?"
"Actually, I think I needed time off."
"Oh really?"
"No," said Suguru slouching slightly with embarrassment. He knew he was a workaholic. "I enjoy rehearsing and performing." Hiro laughed softly at the keyboardist.
"Well I think you needed a break," he said staring at a pair of soft pink lips. He pulled Suguru's chin up and pressed his lips to the others. "You work harder and more often then anyone else. Yet, you stay calm and focused. I don't know how you do it. Sometimes I can barely keep focused on what I'm doing. My luck is only that the guitar and our songs now come so naturally no one notices when my thoughts travel. Then there's Shuichi…" All he could do was smile to that.
"I just want to be the best at what I do. And I don't like slacking on the work it takes to make my dreams come true."
Hiro smiled looking into Suguru's eyes with deep intensity. "You already are the best, in so many ways Suguru." His voice became gruff. "That's why I feel the way I do."
They both stared at each other for a moment, not even their breathing was heard between them. Hiro smiled and returned his vision to the TV. Suguru stared a bit dumbfounded at him. It was like his mind was hit by lightning, sparking too many thoughts at once. Why did he stop like that? Was that how Hiro really felt about him? Was he really the best in his eyes? Why did he not feel that way about himself?
He regretted that words belittled so much when it came to true, pure emotions. He wrote songs all the time, but he still couldn't find words to express his own feelings. The best he ever did was 'I like you' the night before. He slapped his forehead. Hiro looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Are you ok?" asked Hiro with confusion and concern.
"Oh, yes, I just have a bit of a headache," explained Suguru trying to make a good excuse.
"Hitting your head probably won't work; I've learned that from experience. Want me to get you some aspirin?"
"No, no, that's ok, really."
"Here, lay down." Hiro got up so Suguru could lie out on the sofa.
"No really, it's fine."
Hiro sat down in a near by chair and let the other boy get comfortable. "Do you want me to drive you home?"
"NO!" answered Suguru abruptly, his tone full of distress.
"Relax. I'm not forcing you to go home or anything."
"I just don't like being alone, that's all."
"So you want to stay here … till your parents get home?" The guitarist leaned over his band mate from behind, a questioning look on his face. Suguru just nodded silently. "Yeah, ok, you can stay. You didn't think I would kick you out, did you?"
"No, I guess not."
"You guess not? What kind of answer is that? I only have one thing to say to that …!" Hiro kissed Suguru passionately, moving around so they could both face each other directly. He slowly pulled away, the smaller boy trying to follow with his lips. Looking down into the younger boy's eyes he was taken aback by the fiery gaze he received. It was taking everything he had not to take what was being wordlessly offered to him. It just didn't feel like it was right yet. But he wanted to, he really wanted to, and soon.
"Didn't you have some witty retort to what I said?"
"Oh … yeah … it's forgotten now," he answered with a grin. "You're distracting."
Suguru blushed at all the words being directed at him. You'd think Hiro was trying to bed him if it wasn't for the fact every time they kissed he was the one to pull away. He knew that they should wait, but he wanted him, now. Suguru was ready to give him everything, but it was like Hiro wasn't ready for it to be given to him yet. Was he not supposed to be ready either?
Hiro sat on the floor with his back to the sofa. Suguru laid his head on Hiro's right shoulder, shaded by burgundy hair. A movie was on, so they decided to watch it. It looked like a mix of romance and adventure, not either's usual choice for a movie, but it looked interesting enough. The movie had the cliché of a guy and girl pair on a journey to save something of importance. It was a little hard to follow the whole adventure side, but it was obvious the guy and girl were interested in each other and wanted a love relationship; they just didn't want the other to know. It was entertaining how they pretended to hate each other to cover up how they really felt. It was sad though, to see people so afraid of their feelings that they would rather cover it with hate.
The clock soon indicated it was 10PM and Hiro was unusually tired. The time seemed to slip like sand through fingers. No wonder people made things like hour glasses with sand, it was a perfect match. He yawned slightly and decided to set Suguru up for the night.
"Hey Suguru are you … tired?" he asked before he observed his shoulder being used as a pillow for the sleeping keyboardist. He gently moved the head from his shoulder and picked the boy up from the sofa. He wasn't going to leave him to sleep on the couch. The small figure in his arms began to rustle in his grip and nuzzle his neck. The feeling was driving him crazy. Even in his sleep he did just the right things.
Hiro laid him in bed, taking off his shoes and sweater, amazingly without waking him. Walking back out to the living room he cleaned up and turned everything off. Returning to the bedroom, he stripped down to his boxers and climbed in next to Suguru. Their skins just barely brushed against each other as he pulled the covers over the both of them. He laid down on his side looking at the head of teal hair next to his. Hiro let his fingers slide through the hair softly, listening to the low sound of breathing. So young, and yet, so stunning. It was mind-boggling every time he looked at the object of his affection, object of so much… love? Maybe it was love, it was still early to tell, but it seemed inevitable to happen. His eyes closed as his arm was draped over the other boy and his chin rested in the middle of the teal hair. He wanted this to last as long as possible.
(Next morning)
Suguru shifted slightly in the tangle of sheets and blankets. He found his back consumed by warmth. He gathered his mind to his surroundings, soon grasping the fact he wasn't in his room. Hands slithered around his waste and he yelped in surprise. Burgundy hair crept its way over his shoulder, tickling his bare skin encouraging a soft moan from him. He turned to find an alluring Hiro, asleep, pressing tightly against him in a tender embrace. Hiro's brow furrowed as though he was concentrating or bothered by something.
"Oh Suguru," Hiro mumbled in his sleep. "I can't even explain how I feel about you." Suguru couldn't help but giggle at the other boy's sleep talking. It was adorable. He didn't even take Hiro as the type to have adorable traits. Then he felt hands start to fondle and caress him. "You're so soft. And you're lips are …."
Suguru's lips were snatched up by Hiro's catching the young boy off guard. His body was tense but soon relaxed into the embrace, pushing his lips back with equal force. Hiro's hands found their way down the waistband of Suguru's pants, gripping his ass eagerly. Suguru's back arched and cheeks flushed as Hiro pressed his knee between his legs. Clutching his shoulder's tightly, Suguru returned the pressure against the knee, lust and passion consuming his thoughts. He groaned into Hiro's mouth with urgency for more. Their lips parted slowly with gasps for air.
Hiro slowly opened his sleep drowned eyes to find he wasn't dreaming. He was dazed by the image in front of him; the petite boy in his embrace, straddling his thigh and grinding against it wildly. Suguru's cheeks were flushed, lips parted and his whole body shined with a sheen of sweat. He looked so gorgeous, it made Hiro shudder. But he couldn't, not yet at least. He started pulling from him when he suddenly became aware of the placement of his hands. This was too tempting for him. He gently untangled himself from Suguru and made his way from the room before the other boy could stop him.
Suguru laid there catching his breath and trying to take control of his emotions. But he didn't want to; he wanted it all to be a struggle. He wanted to quiver with chills of cool air touching his scorching skin. He wanted Hiro pressed up tight against him, teasing him and working him till he finally decides to bring him to a climatic end. With Hiro's actions and his emotions, he doubted his virginity would last the night. He laid in bed a moment before pulling his sweater on and walking out to the living room. He sat on the sofa looking at the beautiful burgundy mane and sculpted body standing at the kitchen. He laid against the arm of the sofa, staring.
"What are you making?" asked Suguru noticing the food and dishes being pulled out.
"Eggs I guess, some stuff to go with them," answered Hiro, a little uneasy with Suguru's presence. He was getting more visions of Suguru. His skin so rosy and wet, looking like he was ready to explode in his arms. He looked over at Suguru noticing he still had a pink tint to his flesh. "Any way you want some?"
"Yeah, sure." Suguru bit his knuckle as he stared up at the ceiling. He was ready, but obviously Hiro was ignoring all the signs and hints he was giving. Hiro called Suguru over with a warm smile. They sat down, eating together. Again there was awkward silence between them. "Hiro ..."
"I think we should go out this afternoon," interrupted Hiro, more then nervous of what Suguru may have been trying to say.
"Sure, got somewhere in mind?" Suguru smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, but I think I'll leave it a secret."
"Oh come on, tell me."
"No, that's OK."
Suguru pouted causing Hiro to laugh at the younger boy's impatience. He brushed back strands of teal hair so he could look deeply into Suguru's big, lovely eyes. It felt sinful just to look at him. Man, he was starting to sound like a walking, breathing pick-up line. He pressed a gentle kiss on the other boy's pink cheek. Suguru turned his head to meet lips with lips. They were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Hiro begged for this not to be what he thought it was going to be. Repeats rarely happen in real life, right? Wait, no things repeated themselves all the time, sometimes even in the same day. Damn! His fears came true as the loud voice of Bad Luck's singer came over the machine.
"Hello Hiro!" greeted Shuichi's voice over the machine. "How come you didn't return my calls?" At that question Hiro simply smiled at Suguru. "Have you been doing what I think you've been doing with who I think you've been doing it with? Suguru are you there?!"
Suguru's eyes went cloudy with puzzlement and shock. How did he know? He stared at Hiro who got up to answer the phone. "What do you want Shuichi?"
"At least I didn't call so early this time. But I'm guessing I'm interrupting something." You could almost hear the boy smile on the other end.
"Yeah, maybe you are. But I'm going to be nice and listen to what you have to say since I didn't call you back yesterday."
"About that …. You didn't call back because you were with him weren't you?"
"Uh huh."
"Well tell me!"
"Be careful being so loud, you might disturb your lover."
"Yuki can't hear me."
Suddenly Suguru heard something from outside. He got up, walking to the door and slowly peeking outside. It was Shuichi standing with his back to the door on a cell phone. What a sneak! He slowly walked up behind the pink haired boy catching him off guard. Shuichi jumped into the air dropping the cell phone.
"Don't sneak up on me like that."
"You really shouldn't stand outside people's apartments." Suguru got behind Shuichi gently pushing him into Hiro's apartment. Hiro hung up the phone when he spotted the two. Both Hiro and Suguru stared the singer down till he felt an inch tall.
"That's not your cell phone!" asked Hiro looking at the unfamiliar phone.
"It's Yuki's I borrowed it cause I couldn't find mine," smiled Shuichi, happy for the change of subject even though it wouldn't last. "I think I might have …."
"So you planned to sneak up on us?" Hiro inquired.
"No, just you. It's just luck I was right about Suguru being here. And all I can say is shame on you Hiro, taking advantage of a child."
"I am not a child!" Suguru argued.
"Don't worry, he can't hurt you. You don't have to go along with anything he's put you up to. To think he put your virginity on the line like this. Naughty, naughty, Hiro!" Shuichi was hovering over Suguru's shoulder, waving his finger at the guitarist.
Both of the other boys blushed looking away from each other. Shuichi wasn't working either's good side with this curiosity and teasing of his. Hiro was upset with Shuichi interfering with his private life, while Suguru pretty much hated being referred to as a child and both were completely humiliated with his twisted assumptions of what was going on. They already got plenty of stories about what the singer and his author did all the time. But to assume everyone else does the same thing and wants to talk about it was wrong. Shuichi swore he saw a bomb clock ticking down to the soon to come out burst and tried to turn and run, but found the collar of his shirt caught in a strong grip. He turned to find Hiro with a nice big grin. Considering the hint of anger behind it, it looked pretty frightening.
"Shuichi, Shuichi, you have it all wrong," said Hiro in a calm voice, "I think we need to clear some things up!"
"Hmm, it doesn't seem as fun when you give in," said Shuichi, a little disappointed with the easiness of this. "I like snooping and good guesses better, but I'll go along with it anyway." Hiro grew more then frustrated as he gripped the head of pink hair.
"No need to make things more difficult than they have to be, ok."
All three sat on the couch, Shuichi placing himself between the two and wrapping his arms around both. He smiled brightly trying to think of what he wanted to know first. Suguru was getting impatient, not really wanting Shuichi to know anything beyond the two going out. He stood up heading back to the bedroom.
"I'm going to go by the store," Suguru announced with his shoes and bag. "I'll be back soon. I don't think I could stand all of Shuichi's prying anyway," he added, glaring at Shuichi slightly. He reached the door when Hiro turned him around for a good bye kiss. Shuichi watched a little too enthusiastically. "Bye!" said Suguru walking out the door.
Hiro sat back down with Shuichi, giving him a look from the corner of his eye. "What is it?"
"You ... do that a lot?"
Hiro slapped his forehead. "Don't couples do that? Or do you think all couples have "goodbye sex"?"
"Now, now, Hiro, this is my time for questions. And don't couples have "goodbye sex"? Have you two had "goodbye sex"? Or better yet, "hello sex", considering you two probably haven't parted."
This was more irritating than he thought it would be. "I change my mind!"
"You can't change your mind!"
"Sorry, too late." Hiro stood leading Shuichi to the door. "You can go home to your author and do all the things you think we're doing here and have some "hello sex" while you're at it. I know you can't greet him or leave him without a little sex." He grimaced slightly at the thought. Why did he even say that? Hiro still didn't like Shuichi's relationship. "Don't call me, I'll call you." He gave him a friendly kiss on the forehead and slammed the door. Shuichi just stood there thinking how unfair it was. He turned to walk home, grumbling.
Hiro sighed with relief. That was becoming too much. Every sexual question he may have would cause images in Hiro's head of Shuichi and Yuki together. Hiro shivered with a bit of disgust. He laid out on the sofa. The sofa was being used a lot lately. He didn't even use it that much on his own. Closing his eyes he took a short nap.
(Hour or so later)
Suguru came back with a little brown paper bag and new clothes on. He had stopped by his house to change into clean clothes. As he walked in he felt a body press against him from behind and arms come around him in a hug. He smiled as lips touched him just below the ear. Suddenly a hand reached for the bag dangling in his hand.
"What you got in the bag little boy?" asked Hiro in a sly yet teasing voice. Suguru pulled the bag back nervously.
"Nothing," he answered turning around. "And who are you calling little?"
"Well, you. I guess if you won't tell me I won't pry." He put his arm back around Suguru pulling him towards the door. "Now that your back why don't we go."
They headed outside to Hiro's bike, Suguru stuffing the paper sack into the bag hanging over his shoulder. He stopped a moment looking at the motorcycle. He knew there would be no problem riding it, but it just reminded him of the sick feeling he had on it before. He got on after Hiro, this time wrapping his arms around Hiro's waist and comfortably placing his head against his back. He closed his eyes and gripped tightly as the engine growled.
"Got a good grip?" asked Hiro, feeling Suguru pleasantly snuggle him. There was nodding felt against his back which he took for a yes. "Good, but you'll need this," he handed Suguru a helmet.
The two took off to Hiro's secret destination. They soon got out of the big city, passing through roads surrounded by trees and gardens. The air became fresh and sweet with the smell of fruit and flowers. Suguru dared to open his eyes, but was greeted by the speeding colors of the atmosphere and the cool wind. It hurt his eyes as they tried to keep up with the movement of their surroundings. He quickly shut his eyes and held tighter to Hiro.
The roads became rougher, causing a few bumps here and there and a cloud of dirt in their trail. The brisk breeze teased their hair and caressed their faces as they continued further. Hiro smiled as he realized how close they were getting. He prayed no one else would be around.
Suguru let out a sigh of relief as the bike came to a stop. They had been riding about an hour or so. It hadn't been that bad considering how close and at ease he was able to be with Hiro, but he still preferred something that wouldn't possibly turn over with a simple shift of weight. He looked around at the scenery. They were just off the shore of the beach near a field. The end was a drop about five feet, looking over the sandy shore. Suguru stared for a moment. The waves were crashing like glass against the rocks. The sun shone just above the ocean, reflecting a golden sparkle over the aqua waves. The tall grass and wild flowers swayed back and forth in the afternoon breeze.
"I know this may be over doing it, but I didn't want us to have to worry about anyone being around or bothering us," explained Hiro. "Plus, it's a gorgeous area. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, absolutely," agreed Suguru admiring the view. "That's why I don't get how this is a place we can be alone."
"Simple, it's a rocky area. The sand is full of them, so no one exactly wants to come here for walks or swimming with the chance of stepping or falling on them. But that's not what I brought you here for."
"What did you bring me here for?" asked Suguru a little suspicious.
"Peace, quiet … privacy."
Hiro pulled out a blanket from the back of his bike and laid it out in the middle of the grass where they could enjoy the view. He tossed his jacket aside to feel the chilly sea air against his bare arms and took off his shoes, lying out under the evening sky. He gave the spot next to him a pat, motioning Suguru over to lie down next to him. The younger boy placed his stuff next to the blanket, removing his shoes as well. He took the spot next to Hiro, snuggling against him affectionately.
"Nothing can compare with the glory of a setting sun," commented Suguru as he stared at the glimmering water.
"Hey, I can think of a few things."
"Like what?"
"Like the rising sun."
"I don't think it's quite as beautiful."
"Well, what about … you?" Suguru stared at him. Hiro smiled reaching an arm around Suguru's waist and pulling him closer. "Can't argue with a compliment can you?"
He let his hands stroke through the teal head of hair as he took position, hovering over the other boy. Suguru suddenly felt anticipation flow all over his body. His eye lids became heavy and his breathing short. Hiro's hot breath got closer as he went in for a kiss. Suguru opened his mouth to Hiro, their lips and tongues pressed together. Hiro journeyed down Suguru's chin to his neck, kissing, licking and gently nipping his way down. He couldn't wait anymore, he had to have him.
"Suguru …?"
"Y … yes, Hiro?"
He looked so innocent laying there. His back was arched and chest heaving. "I want you so badly, but I need to know if you're ready."
"I am." Like he would say no after all the times he wanted Hiro to do this.
Suguru sat up, rubbing his hands over Hiro's chest. He reached down to pull the T-shirt over his head. Hiro's bronze chest and hard nipples exposed to him, he trailed his fingertips over the curves of strong, yet soft flesh, gently pinching the small tan peaks between his fingers and thumbs. Hiro took a hold of his arms laying him down on his back, taking his time unbuttoning the younger boy's shirt. He pressed lips to the vanilla skin. It was sweet against his gliding tongue. Hiro left a wet trail over Suguru's creamy skin, blowing cool air over his pink nipples, causing them to ache and beg for contact. Hiro grinned as Suguru started to rub them desperately. He grabbed his wrists with one hand, pinning them above his head.
"I'll take care of it," whispered Hiro seductively.
He lowered his head to Suguru's left nipple, suckling it between his lips and tongue roughly. Hiro offered his fingers, the younger boy lapping at them hungrily before he massaged the wet tips against the other nipple. Suguru arched his back, biting his bottom lip for restraint. Hiro's tongue traced rings around the perky flesh before grasping it between his teeth. Still keeping his grip he slowly pulled away, grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin. He moved to the right, switching hands to grip Suguru's wrists as he sucked and nipped at the other hard nipple. Little kisses made a path back up to Suguru's lips as the smaller boy began squirming. Hiro nuzzled against Suguru's flushed cheeks. His hand settled at the rim of Suguru's pants.
Suguru placed his hand on Hiro's, guiding him to unbutton his pants. The guitarist let his hand slip into the pants, feeling fabric under his hand, rubbing against the hardness beneath it. Suguru thrust his hips up into Hiro's hand, licking his lips. Both their minds were screaming. Suguru turned his head to the side bashfully as Hiro helped him out of his pants, exposing him. Breathless whimpers were soon heard coming from Suguru as Hiro slowly stroked at his length. No one had ever touched him like this, it was incredible. Their gazes stayed lock. Suguru could barely take the look in Hiro's eyes, but he couldn't turn away.
Hiro bent over, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I want to taste all of you Suguru," he panted, looking into Suguru's half closed eyes. "I want to devour you completely."
He let go of the younger boy's wrists, lowering himself between his legs. They kept eye contact as Hiro took the other boy's erection in his hands, sliding his fingers around it, circling the head with his thumb. Suguru grasped fists of grass as he drove his hardness against Hiro's rough palms. Suguru cried out in ecstasy, feeling a hot wet tongue and moist breath all over his tip.
"Hiro!" cried Suguru, delving his fingers into the other boy's mane, mixing grass and petals in between the strands. The hair brushed his thighs causing goose bumps all over his body. The pleasure was almost painful when Hiro took all of him into his mouth. Hands caressed his legs tenderly, sending shivers through him. Moans grew longer and louder and bodies hotter. Suguru threw his head back as he watched Hiro take him in repeatedly. Hiro kissed his way back to Suguru's neck as the teal haired boy trembled under him.
"Are you cold?" asked Hiro in a husky voice.
"No," answered Suguru, sliding his hands down Hiro's chest to his pants. He bit his lip as he tugged at the pants.
Hiro had to grin at the younger boy's efforts. He stood up, removing the pants and putting them with the rest of his clothes. Suguru couldn't help but stare at Hiro as he slowly sat back down, growing harder as he took in the full view of the other boy's body. Hiro quickly grabbed Suguru's hips, pulling him into his lap. His mouth went straight for the crevice under his chin. Suguru tipped his head, giving Hiro better access.
"Are you ready?" asked Hiro.
"Y … yes!" cried Suguru pulling them closer together.
They both wanted this more than anything and they were finally getting it. Hiro noticed how vulnerable Suguru looked; laid out, blushing, his legs spread apart submissively, exposing himself freely to the guitarist. It sent shivers through his body. This was most likely Suguru's first time ever and he wanted it to be the best it could be for him. The younger boy started to reach for his bag, but Hiro stopped him.
"I told you to let me take care of it," Hiro reminded him. "That included this. I knew what was in that bag the minute you wouldn't tell me." Hiro went through his pants pocket and pulled out something. Suguru wasn't in a position to see it very well, but he knew what it was anyway. "This may be a little cold," he warned.
Hiro watched Suguru flinch as his wet fingers touched him. The fingers teased the sensitive skin gently before sliding their way in. Suguru bit back on his knuckle. The pressure sent mixed sensations through him. It burned, but his body wanted more. He pressed his hips against Hiro's hand, urging him deeper. He winced as Hiro bent his fingers slightly. Hiro pressed every spot he could, loosening the tension in Suguru's body by letting him get used to the pressure and fill of his body. Suguru's body jerked and squirmed against Hiro. He sighed with disappointment when the fingers and pleasure left him.
"Don't worry, I'm not done," Hiro reassured him, "and to be honest, I don't ever want to be." Hiro pulled Suguru back into his arms, kissing him deeply. The younger boy struggled to keep control, grinding his hips against Hiro's. Suguru laid back down as Hiro got himself ready. "Just relax. It'll be easier if you're not tense." Hiro swallowed the nervous lump in his throat while looking at Suguru laying there beneath him; completely ready for him. But he still had to ask "are you ready?"
Suguru nodded, soon feeling Hiro thrust himself into him. It was deeper, more painful and still left him with a pleasurable feeling. His eyes watered and he bit hard onto his bottom lip, but he continued to pull Hiro closer. The feeling was addictive to him, no matter the pain it included.
Hiro groaned as the tightness around him grew. He tossed his head back, his sweat drenched hair slapping against his back. Now that he could feel it, he knew his body was hooked to the bliss Suguru gave him. His hips pushed pack and forth as slowly and softly as possible. They stayed in a steady rhythm despite their hormones and nerves pushing them towards the edge. Suguru's hips jerked, causing both to cry out. Hiro's body was tired of control. His thrusts sped up causing the little keyboardist beneath him to writhe with a mixture of sensations and emotions. Their bodies came together, harder, faster and deeper, till neither could hold back anymore. Hiro held his lips to Suguru's as moans emerged from their throats.
Eyes shot wide open and his lips parted as Suguru felt heat sweep over his body. He tensed, making more friction in each push Hiro gave. Shudders overwhelmed them as they both met their release. Hiro collapsed with a choked cry of passion, Suguru's cries made no sound as his brain was warped by everything happening. Both quivered, still feeling the after shocks. A pair of arms wrapped around the guitarist's neck possessively, holding him close to the small sweaty body under him. Suguru groaned as Hiro removed himself. He already missed the contact. He was already ready for it all again. But that was only his emotions speaking; the rest of him needed rest.
They pulled part of the blanket over them and snuggled together tightly. The sun was close to gone and the sky was a dark blue overhead. Hiro lifted Suguru's chin, placing a soft kiss on his lips. The keyboardist looked up with dreamy eyes, slowly closing them as he began to drift to sleep.
"You were amazing," Hiro whispered. "I've never felt anything that intense. You get some rest and we'll leave in a little while."
Suguru nodded before placing his head on Hiro's chest and falling asleep. They both stayed there, naked beneath the cover, sleeping peacefully in each other's warm, loving embrace. The purple of the sky shadowing them as the sun dropped behind the sea.
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Ending Note: Wow ... took me long enough to finish this chapter. I'm almost angry it took me this long to write, but it is about as long as the previous chapters put together, so the length almost matches the time it took. I hope the lemon wasn't too bad, it was my first. Just to make it clear, I myself don't find the Yuki/Shuichi relationship gross or anything, I just felt Hiro would be bothered with it. Yes, I am leaving them outside, cuddled together naked, I just thought it would be a good image to end with. Don't you agree?
K: …
SD: Are you drooling?
K: …
SD: What are you looking at? (Follows his gaze)
K: I agree it is a good image!
SD: Oh my … Let me get him out of here before he decides to pounce. Maybe I can figure out who put him up to giving that time off … and thank them!
K: I'll never tell! Back, back I say! (Grabs his gun)
SD: Fine, I'll just leave you here to … watch?
K: (drools)
SD: Um … yeah, come back and see if K actually gets the nerve to pounce them. But there's a better chance of learning who he's scheming with, sorry. I'd prefer the pounce, but it was hard enough writing this lemon. That doesn't mean there won't be more though, it means I don't want to promise and not deliver. What comes is what comes.