How to Lose Your Ears in Ten Days
Day 7
By YaoiKitten
For Rahzel, for everything you've done for me and being a sweetheart about it.
Ritsuka was mentally kicking himself all day. He'd had the PERFECT opportunity with Soubi. There the man was, finally spread out vulnerable and naked before him, and what did he do?
/…can we stop for today/
Ritsuka mentally kicked himself again. Why, oh why had he stopped? They were THERE, in the moment, and obviously in the mood. Ritsuka's blood had seemed to be flowing in the wrong direction throughout his entire body. Or at least, maybe just in a direction he wasn't used to--mainly his groin.
It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, it was very much on the contrary. He was just nervous, that's all. Also, he wasn't exactly sure what to expect. Would it hurt? Would it feel weird? Would it feel good? Would he be good enough to please Soubi?
Ritsuka realized with a start that he hadn't even so much as touched Soubi's penis in all the time that they had been dating. Five years and no more sexual contact of any kind other than kissing. Even now, after his eyes had been deliciously raped by Soubi's figure sprawled out before him, they still hadn't come any closer. They still hadn't touched.
Ritsuka's stomach churned when he remembered the one touch they had shared-- pelvis' encased in denim that pressed together in an almost desperate attempt for contact. He leaned back in his desk chair and pulled his messy hair back into a ponytail. He was supposed to be doing homework, but thoughts like these only served to distract him.
Sunday was Ritsuka's day off, and the day that he did all his homework. He liked to take his time during the week and not do much work, but on Sunday he crammed as much as he could. He would rather spend time with Soubi everyday than study all evening or go to cram school. His grades were good enough without studying, all he had to do was keep up with the workload.
He typed on the computer for a while, working on a report about Chaucer. The words bled across the screen as his mind returned again and again to the feel of Soubi's skin under his fingertips. He pushed back from his desk and stood up, raising his arms into a stretch that pulled his shirt up to expose his stomach.
There was a knock on the glass and he turned to see Soubi standing outside on the balcony, his coat and scarf blowing in the wind. Ritsuka rushed to let him in, and a cold gush of air swirled around the room before he could get the door closed.
"It is getting so cold out," Soubi greeted him, rubbing his gloved hands together. "The temperature has really dropped."
"What are you doing here?" Ritsuka asked. Never let it be said that he beat around the bush.
Soubi smiled. "I wanted to see you."
Ritsuka sighed. In truth, it wasn't so rare for Soubi to come by his room on a Sunday. Actually, it happened more often than not. "I still have some work to do."
Soubi leaned in to kiss him on the forehead. "I'll be as quiet as a mouse."
Ritsuka sighed and went back to his computer, trusting Soubi to make himself at home. He started typing again while Soubi took off his coat and scarf and hung them on a peg on the back of Ritsuka's door. Ritsuka had installed the little peg just for him, which had pleased Soubi to no end. He refused to come through the front door and potentially run into Ritsuka's mother, so he couldn't hang up his coat in the genkan.
He had removed his shoes just inside the balcony, so he crawled up onto Ritsuka's bed. He fluffed the pillows and took one of the books from his nightstand. He had a large collection of books in his 'to read' pile--he seemed to buy more books than he could possibly get through. The one Soubi had picked up was another Western writer, someone named Kate Chopin. He wrinkled his nose. All the books were Western writers, some he knew and some he didn't. Some names he couldn't even pronounce, such as Zora Neale Hurston.
His eyes lit up when they fell on The Joys of Gay Sex. He was dangerously close to laughing, and he had to fight the urge down or else face loosing life or limb when Ritsuka realized what was so funny. It was just like the boy to read a book about something he did not know anything about rather than just experiencing it for himself.
Soubi pulled the book out of the pile and settled back to read. Ritsuka couldn't possibly blame him for finding the book when he left it out in the open, could he? If he really wanted to hide it, he should of put it under his bed or something.
He honestly took it as a good sign that Ritsuka had even bought the book. It meant that he was maturing, and that his mind was beginning to consider the possibility of them being together in that way.
Ritsuka, to his credit, studiously ignored him while still knowing everything that Soubi did. His stomach tensed when he realized that Soubi had noticed the book, but he kept on typing. He was determined not to let Soubi know that it bothered him that he had found it. The truth was, he had just bought it that morning.
It was amazing how fast he could work and concentrate with Soubi there. It was like the man's presence kept him from having to think about him.
Ritsuka finished typing his paper and saved it for proofreading later. Maybe he would have Soubi look over it to give him feedback. Sometimes dating a college professor had its advantages. He opened up his calculus and his brain immediately started to hurt.
Another hour had passed. Soubi had been true to his word and was as quiet as a mouse, studiously reading. Ritsuka ignored him the best he could, and soon he had worked out all the problems he could manage. The others he saved for questions during class time.
He stood up then and stretched, only then becoming aware of how his shirt would ride up to expose his belly button. He hurriedly put his arms down but not before Soubi had noticed.
He looked at Soubi, as if he was just realizing what he had been reading. "You find anything interesting?"
"Lots," Soubi replied, turning the book around so that Ritsuka could see a particularly erotic photograph of two men. They were both laying on their sides facing the camera, and the one in the front had his leg thrown back over the other man's body. They had looks of ecstasy upon their faces as the one in the front got pounded from behind. Ritsuka looked away.
"I didn't know that gay sex was part of the reportoire for a soon-to-be Philosophy and Lit major," Soubi teased.
Ritsuka coughed delicately. "It is… uhm… personal interest."
Soubi closed the book and smiled. "I bet."
Ritsuka snatched the book from Soubi's hand as if it was a hot potato and shoved it under his bed. Soubi began to wonder what else Ritsuka kept under there.
"You know," Soubi began, leaning back into the pillows and crossing his ankles to form the perfect picture of relaxation, "I can teach you everything that is in those books."
"Why would I want you to do that?" Ritsuka challenged, but his voice lacked the conviction it did when he was much younger. He was playing hard to get, and he felt utterly stupid about it.
Soubi shrugged and placed his hands behind his head, closing his eyes as if he was ready to take an afternoon nap. "Well, since you had the book…"
Ritsuka pounced on him, jostling Soubi out of his comfortable position and causing a look of surprise to cross his face. Ritsuka pressed his body against Soubi's, his face only inches away from the other man's.
"Soubi?"
"Hmmm?"
"Shut up."
Soubi opened his mouth to speak, and Ritsuka kissed him. The kiss was hard and full with a bruising intensity. Soubi rolled with it, tongue and teeth responding to desperate lips. Ritsuka could feel the last reserves of Soubi's restraint melting away.
Soubi's hands came around to grab Ritsuka's waist and pull the boy closer. Ritsuka tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but Soubi had a firm grip that wouldn't let go. Ritsuka knew it was futile to struggle, so he gave himself up to it. He let Soubi hold him while they kissed, and he let Soubi's hands wander up and under his sweater. He shivered at the contact.
Soubi smiled against his lips and sat up so that Ritsuka was straddling him. Another moment of kissing and Ritsuka suddenly felt himself stripped of his fuzzy purple sweater, and Soubi's kisses were peppered all over his chest. It was too much, too soon, and he tried to push away but Soubi's arms were wrapped tightly around him.
Soubi's lips found a nipple and Ritsuka gasped. "Soubi!"
"Hmmm?" Soubi asked, tracing little circles around the hardening pink bud.
Ritsuka mentally kicked himself again. They were never going to get anywhere if he kept stopping them. He shivered as Soubi's hands trailed down his spine. "I'm cold."
Soubi's solution to this was to flip him over, and Ritsuka fell against the pillows and mattress. Soubi was laying on top of him, and Ritsuka's legs had fallen apart to allow the older man to settle between them. He could feel Soubi against him, and it made it hard to breathe.
Soubi was looking at him intently, and Ritsuka felt his gaze slipping to the side. He couldn't bear to look the other man in the eyes in such a position.
"I'll keep you warm," Soubi said, nuzzling against his neck.
Ritsuka closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. Soubi was kissing lower and lower, forming a line down the center of his chest. When he reached the spot just above his belly button, Ritsuka gasped and tried to push him away.
"Ah, I found one did I?" Soubi asked, his warm breath teasing the area even more.
Ritsuka struggled to get away. "Not there…"
Soubi kissed the spot and Ritsuka stilled immediately, though his hands didn't stop trying to push him away. Soubi's tongue came out to dip into his belly-button before tracing a line of wetness upwards, causing Ritsuka to wiggle beneath him.
Soubi couldn't help but laugh. "I found your first 'spot,'" he announced happily. He ran his fingers over it, causing Ritsuka to jump. "I wonder where the other ones are?"
Ritsuka had to force his breathing even when he felt Soubi's hands on the button of his pants. He worked on calming himself and wondering if this was exactly how Soubi had felt yesterday. It drove him crazy to have Soubi's hands brush against the skin of his waist, to feel the fingers unzipping his fly. Soubi's lips were on him now, kissing his organ through the fabric of his boxers.
Ritsuka moaned, he couldn't help it. Everything was just too much and he felt his body temperature rising. Soubi, true to his word, was keeping him warm.
He lifted his hips and felt his jeans being stripped from his legs, and Soubi leaned back to pull them off of his feet. He held Ritsuka's legs in the air and ran his hands over the back of his calves. Ritsuka covered his face with his hands, unable to bear the idea of being exposed for Soubi to see.
Soubi leaned forward and let go of his legs, reaching up to grasp his wrists and pull them away from his face. He pinned his hands against the mattress and Ritsuka would not look at him, and a red flush washed over his cheeks. He kissed Ritsuka on the forehead gently.
"May I?" Soubi asked, his voice heated.
Ritsuka closed his eyes and nodded, unable to watch it happen but able to let it happen.
Soubi's hands were on his hips, and he was sliding the fabric down over them. Ritsuka took a deep breath and his boxers were being pulled over his thighs, then his knees, then over his feet. His socks were the last thing to go.
He risked a peek to see Soubi staring down at him, his eyes taking in every inch of exposed skin. He knelt between Ritsuka's legs and he felt suddenly aware of how vulnerable he was. Everything between his legs was on proud display for Soubi to do whatever he wanted, and Ritsuka's stomach was doing backflips at the thought of the older man touching him.
This was the moment, and nobody moved. Soubi seemed to be as if he was watching a train wreck, the anticipation paralyzed him to the bone. Ritsuka had forgotten to breathe.
He sat up, ever so slowly, and leaned forward so that he was close enough to kiss the older man. Soubi finally averted his attention to his face, and they looked at each other.
"Soubi…" Ritsuka breathed out, his own voice husky with desire and causing pangs of embarrassment. "Don't you want me?"
"More than anything," Soubi whispered.
Ritsuka leaned forward for a kiss.
"Ritsuka!" There was a pounding on the door and his mother's voice came through the wood. "Dinner! It's ready!"
Both men froze as they were, the magic draining from the moment.
"Are you coming?" his mother yelled again.
Ritsuka flopped back against the pillows, his hands coming up to claw through his hair in frustration and pulling out his ponytail. "I'll be right there!" he yelled back.
Soubi seemed to be in a state of shock.
"I'm sorry," Ritsuka mumbled, feeling terrible.
Soubi roused himself and smiled. "It can't be helped."
Ritsuka mentally kicked himself for what seemed like the one hundredth time. "God, I can't believe this…"
Soubi rose to grab his coat and slip out the door, but Ritsuka jumped to his feet and caught his arm. "Can you come back later? Or maybe I can come over?"
Soubi's eyes slid over to the alarm clock and he noted the time. "I had a date with Kio tonight. I promised that we could go drinking."
Ritsuka nodded and tried to hide the disappointment on his face. "I understand. Go have fun with Kio."
Soubi grabbed his coat and left out the balcony door, leaving a dazed and naked Ritsuka alone in his room.
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"Sou-chan!" Kio called, waving his arms wildly when he saw Soubi approaching their favorite bar. "You're late!"
Soubi went inside without a word, leaving Kio to look a bit dumbfounded. After a moment of hesitation, Kio followed him inside.
It was one of those small, intimate places that you find in the alleyways of Tokyo. Only sitting about a dozen, there were no waitresses to seat you or take your order. You literally yelled it over the counter where a middle-aged man would prepare your order and then put it up for you to come and get yourself.
Soubi and Kio sat down and yelled their orders.
Kio looked at Soubi skeptically. "What's wrong?"
Soubi looked at him, and a slow, dopey smile spread across his face. "I have seen the promised land."
Kio digested this for a moment. He realized he was sorely lacking in his knowledge of Western philosophy. He took a wild guess. " 'Tsuka-chan?"
Soubi's grin was answer enough.
Two tall glasses of Yebisu were plunked down onto the counter, and Kio rose to get them. Their appetizers would take a little longer.
"So I guess things are running along smoothly for the two of you again," Kio offered, hoping that Soubi would elaborate.
"Smooth…" Soubi repeated, his voice taking on that dreamy quality. His eyes were unfocused, as if he was not in the moment but had left his mind somewhere else.
"Sou-chan," Kio interrupted, his voice loosing patience. He held the forgotten glass of beer up to Soubi's lips. "Drink. Now."
Soubi grabbed the glass and downed a good portion of the frothy golden brew. It seemed to loosen his tongue and refresh his mind. "Let's just say that Ritsuka and I are taking grand steps in our relationship."
"Leaps and bounds?"
"Oh yes."
Kio smiled. "Well, let's drink to that."
Soubi lifted his glass and met Kio's.
"To 'Tsuka-chan's ears," Kio said, a devilish grin on his face.
"To Ritsuka's ears," Soubi repeated.
They downed most of their beers and Kio motioned to the bartender. "Another!"
"So before we get too smashed, how are things going with you and your new boyfriend, Kio?"
Kio smiled. "Peachy. We made our leaps and bounds a long time ago."
"I bet you did."