Well this just got away from me... ehehehehee... this is a companion piece/exert from a stand-alone oneshot that I will be posting very soon called 'Our night', it was going to be a simple update, but, well... things got out of hand Oo

This is not Natsume/Mikan, kay? It is Natsume/Ruka, and it is very blatant yaoi. For this blame my corrupting muses, who don't seem to be content with just het in this story anymore OO and an abundance of 'mature' manga.

Still, you should read it anyway, smut is smut, right ;)?

Also, 'Our night' will be a Natsume/Mikan/Ruka threesome, so the N X M doesn't get completely unloved.

It's all clumsy hands and fumbles after he kisses him, Natsume knows this is probably what you'd call irrational or unacceptable behaviour – kissing his best friend very very hard as he pins him, drunk, to a hotel bed. They ignore the person sleeping beside them, far far too preoccupied with each other.

"Oooa," Ruka moans into his mouth and Natsume's tongue sweeps against his, warm and just a little coarse. He is freezing, and his fingertips are wrinkled and cold as they jump like fleas over Natsume's warm torso. He shudders, and presses his mouth harder against Ruka's, feeding a hand around his neck to pull his face up and twist through the wet strands of hair hanging down his neck.

He nearly yells out loud when he feels Ruka's hand settling at the top of his jeans and clumsily beginning to feel further down to reach his fly: if this isn't proof Ruka wants it as much as he does, then he doesn't know what it.

He breaks away from his lips and pants hotly down his neck, lifting his body to give Ruka's hand more room to find the fastenings of his jeans.

"Go on," he urges in a whisper, "…fuck, don't stop…" if he hadn't already been hard from the moment Ruka's bare skin touched his, he certainly was now.

"Mmmhm," Ruka hummed as he finally found the zip of Natsume's fly, and brutishly tugged it down and slipped his cold hand though the opening. Natsume nearly jumped of the bed and made some unusually high-pitched yelping sounds.

"Cold!" he hissed defensively as he clasped his hands over his groin, "cold hands, Ruka!" Ruka seemed confused by this, and it was only after a long moment of thought that he seemed to realize the meaning of the words.

"Sorry," he said bashfully, then grabbing hold of Natsume by the upper arms swung him underneath himself and laid him flat out on the bed, "...Natsume," he heaved a heavy breath and began properly undoing his jeans, pulling them down a little and causing his boxers to rub rather provocatively over his recovering erection.

"What are you do-" he started, but spluttered into silence as he felt Ruka pull the elastic of his boxers down completely and his warm breath ghosting across his arousal.

"Uuuuuraaaaao-o god," he moaned as a warm and wet mouth slid around his cock, "aaaaoo-o fuck," he jerked his hips and thrust himself deeper into Ruka's mouth – he happily obliged him.

Hot tongue rubbing around his head and warm trails of saliva beginning to run down his shaft, he was almost there when Ruka brought up a hand, licked it, and began to squeeze it around him, at first slowly and then quickening pumping motions where his mouth wouldn't reach.

Natsume twisted his hands in the sheets and groaned again, louder – how Mikan was sleeping through this was a mystery to him, but he didn't care all that much as he was about to come in his best friend's mouth.

The feeling paralysed him all at once, and from the tingling sensation in his balls to the gratifying burst of heat onto Ruka's tongue, Natsume let go of one last groan of sheer pleasure, and then shuddered and jerked as he felt the tip of Ruka's tongue lapping curiously at the tip of his head, tasting, it would seem.

He lay there for a few minutes incapacitated, and Ruka detached himself from his groin and wiped his mouth on his arm, then crawled up the bed to lie on Natsume's stomach, his hair still wet and cold against his newfound lover's skin.

It wasn't long though, before Natsume stirred and rolled the two of them over again, this time it was he who would return the favour – although, before he could get very far into it (still only his hands, as a matter of fact), from the other side of the bed there came a confused murmur and the cease of the snoring sound that had been carrying on for so long.

"Whose'at? …Natsu…Ruka?"

Dun-dun-duuuuun!

Reviews are nice, and you should go and read 'Our night' ASAP :P