A/N: Not dead! I'm so, so sorry for the long wait. I've been comatose from school (and then… I was on the meme...ah hahaha, good stuff!). Please enjoy! Thanks to everyone who read this fic! I can't tell you how happy I am that some people actually liked it! Seeing the reviews and getting the emails made me so beary happy!
Bring it off! I beg of you! The doorbell rang again and Yosuke tried begging the gods of the infinite universe once more. I beg of you- send Yu home!
His prayers went unanswered. The doorbell rang yet again, and Yosuke gathered his courage and resolve. I'm gonna withstand this, damn it all! I'm not gay! I don't like Yu! He wrapped his hand around the doorknob and slowly turned it. The metal felt heavy and cold in his hand as he opened the door. "Hey partner-" Yosuke stopped his fake, nervous greeting when he saw the white-and-red, sweating paper cup in Yu's hand. Not to mention the straw. The fucking straw. "-you…you went for a drink, huh?"
"Nanako and I got some milkshakes earlier."
"O-oh, that's nice." Of course. Of course! He screamed in his head, wanting to tear out his hair in sheer frustration. Of course you went to get milkshakes, you fucking bastard!
Yu was staring at him curiously. "Aren't you going to let me in?" He took a swallow of his milkshake. Yosuke swallowed shallowly, trying to moisten his throat. Gods. I want to touch those lips. "Yosuke?"
...but hell no, I'm not going to let you in. "Right! Come…on in."
…shit.
This was shaping up to be an uncomfortable evening. Damn. He should've asked his dad if he needed any help at Junes today. If he had busy, he wouldn't have time to think about Yu. He wouldn't even be here right now. And Yosuke definitely wouldn't have time for the erection he got whenever Yu talked or did whatever shit he'd been doing that had the brown-haired boy so hot and bothered.
For several agonizing minutes, Yosuke sat on the sofa in his room chatting about God-knows-what. He was past the point of making sense. Still, Yu responded and nodded as if he were making somewhat comprehensive sentences, so Yosuke assumed he was indeed not babbling like a crazy person.
Everything grinds to a halt when Yu asks the one question Yosuke was trying so hard to avoid.
"What's the matter, Yosuke?" You've been acting really strange lately." There's sincerity in those piercing gray eyes of his, and Yosuke almost tells the truth.
Almost. No, instead he just bullshits. "St-strange? What you talkin' 'bout, partner? You're the one that's been acting weird!" Yes, he sounded really convincing when he said that, ending the sentence with nervous laughter.
"…right. The problem's got something to do with me, doesn't it?" Yu had been standing across from him, but now he walked over and sat down on the sofa next to his friend. Yosuke thought he was going to have a heart attack; his heart was beating so rapidly. Not that he wouldn't welcome it. Gods, take me now… I'm all yours. He felt heat rush to his face when Yu had the nerve to lean in closer, cornering Yosuke on the sofa.
"It's definitely got something to do with me, right, Yosuke?" His voice was low, but confident, like he knew exactly what Yosuke's problem was. There was an irritating little smirk on Yu's face that caused anger to flare within the brown-haired boy. Before Yosuke can snap back, Yu's cellphone rings like a message from the gods.
"I'll be back. Sorry about this." Yu looked slightly disappointed, but took out his phone anyway. Like the "polite" boy he is, Yu leaves the room after he picks up.
This wasn't the first time he'd been saved by a phone. Yosuke was grateful to the high heavens to be alone. He almost thinks it's a sign from the universe-that the gods haven't abandoned him…until he lays his eyes on the milkshake sitting on the table, with the straw sticking out at the top. A pang of warmth in his stomach almost causes him to double over. His member stirs to life in his pants at the thought of Yu's lips around that straw.
Oh fuck. It feels as if the milkshake itself is calling to him. "You know that you want it, Yosuke… Yu's straw…"
He wants to resist, and is successful in his wavering resolve for several seconds before the steady throb of his member gets to him.
Only for a few secs. I just need to… jack-off for a few seconds. Then I won't have to do this anymore, I swear! Slowly, Yosuke reaches for the milkshake across from him. This time, there was no Kanji to tell on him, just the silence of his room. Like last time, he tastes the tip of the straw. Yu's saliva is very faintly sweet.
Am I doomed to forever have a straw-spit fetish? Shit, that doesn't even sound right… Yosuke thinks bitterly as he takes a sip of the shake. It's a green tea milkshake this time.
Just like the last one, this one is fucking delicious. His member was throbbing painfully by now, straining against the confines of his clothes. Yosuke rubbed his hand against the bulge, pressing into the fabric lightly.
"…ohh…fuuuuck…" He moaned around the straw in his mouth, rubbing faster, and thinking of the warmth of Yu's chair. He takes another sip of the shake, his whole body twitching from the pleasure rushing through him. Yosuke leaned his head back onto the sofa, his back arching slightly as he did so, moaning again.
Unfortunately, he had to stop now or risk exposure. He stopped, opened his eyes and settled back down, exhaling heavily. His eyes locked with gray ones as he moved to put the shake back in its original spot. Yosuke immediately froze when he saw Yu standing in the doorway, his expression quite amused. HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT! HE SAW!His mind went straight into full panic mode, while he sat there dumbly, not sure what to do. Throw something at him! He saw the shake out of the corner of his eye. Throw the shake! Yeah- a semi-pleasant vision of Yu covered in that subtly sweet, pale green shake passed through his mind. Wet. He's all wet. And he'll get sticky as it dries. I bet he'd taste like that milkshake-ah, goddammit! I'm starting to think it's not just Yu's straw. I think…I must be possessed. Yeah, by the vengeful spirit of some weird homo! Why must my life be cursed?! A few moments of awkward silence passed- it was obvious that Yu was waiting for Yosuke to do something.
"Wh-what?!" Yosuke stammered, swallowing hard. He could feel that his face was burning red. "…how long have you been standing there?!"
"Long enough." Yu closed the door behind him and suddenly Yosuke feels as if he were trapped in a cage at the mercy of a dangerous beast. The question was…who was the beast- him or Yu? Well… judging from how Yu was looking at him, like he was a slab of meat and his partner was a tiger, Yosuke guessed it was Yu.
The other boy was steadily coming closer, eyes alight with dark excitement. Yosuke had nowhere to run. "Did you enjoy your masturbatory fantasy with my milkshake? Or actually… it was my straw that really got you off, wasn't it?" Yu's voice was laced with cold delight, and his eyes seemed to see straight through the boy sitting on the couch. He stopped right in front of Yosuke and grabbed the shake off the table. "Was it gooood, Yosuke?" His voice turned mocking as he took a sip of his shake.
"…shut up." Yosuke's voice was quiet, quivering with anger. What the hell, Yu…you…you have no right to tease me! He stared down at the floor, furious now, his own blood seeming to boil.
"Would you like it if I did this?" Yu licked the straw from the base of the cup to the tip. He did it slowly, and the blush that had spread over Yosuke's face grew deeper.
"I SAID SHUT UP!" Before he could stop himself, Yosuke was on his feet, slugging Yu in the jaw. The force of it caused the silver-haired boy to stumble back, the milkshake falling from his hand and landing heavily on the floor, causing the top to come off and its content to spill onto the carpet. Yosuke was breathing heavily, unable to stop now. "The fucking hell, Yu… you have no right to mock me!"
Yu touched his sore cheek gingerly before turning to face Yosuke. The look on his face made the once-hot blood in the other boy's veins turn to ice. Even so, Yosuke was determined not to back down. He noticed the blood dribbling down from Yu's bottom lip and looked down at his fist. That's right. Yosuke had forgotten that he wore rings on that hand. His silver ring was stained red now, but he damn sure wasn't going to apologize.
Yu stared at Yosuke for a few more seconds, his face having hardened into an icy mask. He looked calm, but his eyes were burning. Yosuke could feel the weight of that stare pressing down on him, but he refused to be crushed by it. Yu rushed at him and he was able to dodge the first blow, but not the second. Yu was as strong as he expected, maybe a little more, and the force of the blow caused Yosuke to fall onto his back on the couch. His face hurt like a bitch. Yu was staring down at him before he could focus his vision. "So…what're you…gonna do, Yu?" He could taste blood in the back of his mouth. "…'cause I can fight if you wanna fight."
"You punched me." Yu replied, his tone neutral. "You're the one who wants to fight. Why?"
"Yeah…you're right." Yosuke mumbled, holding up his hand to look at his stained ring. "I wanna fight… 'cause it's your fault."
"For what?" Yu was coming closer and closer until he was practically hovering over the other boy. "That's what you haven't told me."
"…y-you saw me, didn't you? Stop with the mind games already…" The anger was threatening to fizzle out of him. Yosuke didn't want that. With anger controlling his thoughts, he could ignore the undeniable pull he felt towards Yu, and how his body reacted when his partner was near.
"I saw you, yes, but I want to hear you say it." Yu said, his voice level. He jabbed his leg in between Yosuke's. "Go on, Yosuke… tell me what you want."
"…no…get the fuck off of me…" Gods, he wanted to punch himself in the face. His voice had come out weak and strangled. He gripped the couch underneath him, swallowing, his throat feeling thick.
"What was that?" Yu asked with a smirk, rubbing his knee against Yosuke's crotch, causing a soft moan to come from the other. "I didn't hear you."
"S-seriously, Yu… thi-this isn't fucking funny!" Yosuke snapped, gasping as Yu grinds his knee against his crotch again, harder this time. He was hard again. He wanted to push Yu off, he really did…or at least he thought he did.
"I must be going deaf; I can't hear a damn thing." Yu removed his knee, to which Yosuke gave a relieved sigh, only to suck in his breath when Yu straddled him instead. "There's something poking me here." The silver-haired boy said, beginning to grind against a frustrated Yosuke.
"…Yu! …ah, fuck…" Gods of the universe, kill me now…because Yu's intent on doing it himself. Yosuke groaned as Yu squeezed him with his legs, his body somehow pressing closer. He reached up and grabbed onto Yu's arms, his fingers digging into the skin. The friction, fuck, the friction of the clothes separating their bodies, of the warmth of Yu's ass and his member practically begging to be freed, was making him lose his mind. At this point, regardless of whether he said it or not, if he was gay or straight, he wanted to fuck Yu into oblivion.
"Wow, it feels like it's going to break through any moment now and impale me." Yu licked his bottom lip, the blood having dried by now. "Is that what it wants, Yosuke?" He pressed a finger to his lips in faux wonder. "Somehow, I don't think that's what you want." He licked his finger, reached down and trailed it down against the other's neck. Despite his words, he didn't stop rubbing against Yosuke.
"…goddamn it, Yu!" Yosuke practically roared, the painful throb of his member becoming overwhelming. "I want you, d-damn it!"
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Yu said with a satisfied smirk. "I'll give you what you've been begging for." He slid off of Yosuke, who breathed a sigh relief. His relief was short-lived for the second time. The interruption came in the form of that fucking straw.
"Y-Yu…what's the straw for…?" Yosuke asked, his tone suspicious and apprehensive as Yu approached him with the straw from his split milkshake in his hand.
Yu gave the straw one nice, long lick that caused Yosuke's member to pulsate against the fabric of his pants. "You don't trust me, Yosuke?"
"…I just…wanna know what the fuck is up with that straw." Yosuke breathed out slowly, trying not to buck as Yu rubbed his hand against his member again. "I trust you…I think…" He let out a startled gasp when his partner quickly undid the bonds on his pants before undoing his own. He swallowed, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Y-Yu…you're…you're going to stick 'it' inside me, right?"
"Unless you want to fuck me." Yu replied nonchalantly as he hooked his fingers under the elastic band on Yosuke's underwear. "Anyway, yes, I am. You can't possibly think I wasn't tempted by your little performance earlier." He smiled pleasantly and his eyes flashed. He pulled the other boy's pants down along with his underwear.
Yosuke flinched as the cold air hit his now-freed member. "…ah…h-hey, wait-" He was interrupted as Yu kissed him, the other's hand pushing his shirt up as far as it would go. Those lips he'd wanted to touch so much, they were now on his…Yosuke felt his stomach tremble in delight. He dominated the kiss, his mouth moving against Yu's hungrily, but the latter didn't seem to mind. The kiss broke when Yu tore away to place kisses along Yosuke's neck instead, his hands roaming all over the warm body underneath him.
"…ah…Yu…Yu," Yosuke moaned loudly when he felt his partner's tongue against his neck, rubbing the skin until it was tender. His body arched up into Yu's touches, and his breath caught in his throat. "…Yu. Stop…"
"What's the matter?" Yu asked, pulling back. "Are you scared?"
"Um, well yeah…but that's not it." Yosuke took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing down a bit. He was successful. "If you keep doing that… I'm gonna come."
"Then come."
Okay, well, he expected that kind of response from Yu. "Dude…you're not going to…that's embarrassing."
"You're saying that it's a lot more embarrassing to come by yourself that if someone else, say your mother, comes in and sees you in this position?"
"D-don't twist around my answer like that-unh!" Yosuke jerked as Yu gave one of his nipples a hard twist. Burning pain shot through his body, and he was a little ashamed to admit to himself that it felt pretty damn good. "Ah!"
"It's alright, my little Yo-chan. You can come. This is far from over." Yu whispered into Yosuke's ear, his voice low. "I haven't even gotten to enjoy you fully yet. The straw, remember?" He held up the straw for the other boy to see.
Before Yosuke can respond, Yu kisses him again, this time slipping his tongue into the brown-haired boy's mouth. A few seconds into the kiss, Yosuke can feel one of Yu's hands creeping down his body, past his stomach, right to his member. Eagerly, Yosuke bucks right up into his partner's hand.
It's only a matter of minutes before he's panting, then his body is shuddering under Yu as he comes. It's a few seconds before his breathing is calm enough for him to speak. "F-fuck you… Yu…knew what you were doing…"
"You seemed to enjoy it enough." Yu said with a polite smile. He holds up his other hand- the one with the cursed straw. "Now we get to the really fun part."
"What…?" Yosuke's heart gave a sudden pounding against his ribs.
"You haven't forgotten that I have needs too…have you, Yosuke? You've been doing nothing to give me the pleasure I've given you, but this way you can." He presses two fingers to Yosuke's lips.
It is unusual for him, but Yosuke said nothing, instead he took Yu's fingers into his mouth slowly. You want something, damn it?! I'll give you a show! He rubs Yu's fingers lightly with his tongue at first, before sucking them. He watches with great amusement at how Yu's carefully maintained smile wavers. Gotcha, partner!
"Still got some 'fight' left I see," Yu said, quickly replacing the confident smirk Yosuke had destroyed just a few seconds ago.
"Course I do, partner! I may just be lying here, but I got my ways…to spice things up…!" Yosuke said with a smile just as confident as Yu's. His smile faded when he felt a wet finger press against…Oh gods. Blood rushed to his face and his body temperature rose until he felt he was at the mercy of a blazing internal sun. "…hey, wh-where are you touching?!" A calm "you know where" was the answer to his pointless question. He let out a little gasp when Yu's finger entered him fully. Okay, that wasn't so bad-shit! He reached up with both hands and grabbed onto Yu's arms, his fingers digging into the skin. A second finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles.
"…you're going to cut off my circulation." Yu said as he started to move his fingers in sync, which caused Yosuke to tighten his grip. Yu grunted in slight pain, and placed his other hand on the other's stomach to help him calm down.
"Ah…Yu…" Yosuke breathed, beginning to relax a little. He loosened his grip at last and looked up at his partner. "Dude…are…are you done yet…?"
"Not quite. One more." Yu still held the straw in his hand, and he prodded Yosuke's entrance with it before slipping it in. He heard his friend take in a sharp breath.
"Oh gods, Yu…Yu…you didn't…" Yosuke groaned, feeling that smooth, plastic thing enter him. He knew what it was…and he definitely did not like it. "Please tell me you didn't."
"You already know that I did." Yu replied, smirking. He continued to move his fingers along with the straw. "Didn't you want my straw? That's why I gave it to you. It's quite useful. It can reach what my fingers can't." With that, he moved the straw further up- though only a little bit because he felt that he was close to it, Yosuke's "golden spot".
He couldn't have been more correct. Yosuke moaned loudly, and his whole body twitched.
"Want me to blow on the other end?" Yu couldn't hide the amused tone in his voice.
"Oh fuck yes-er, no."
"Well, which is it-" Yu jerked the straw forward, then back again. Yosuke jerks hard in response and moans again. "Yes or no?"
"Uh-!" Yosuke can barely get the words out because Yu jerks the straw once more. He's a sadist- I knew it! "S-stop trying…to kill me…d-damn it!"
With that, Yu takes away the straw and his fingers, receiving a small sound of protest from Yosuke, who quieted when Yu finally freed his member.
"Gods, Yu…you're…you're amazing in every way…" Yosuke said, swallowing, a ruby blush spreading across his cheeks. "It's unfair, dude…" What the hell?!
Yu gave his partner a pleasant smile before positioning himself between Yosuke's legs. He hoisted the other's legs over his shoulders. He looked down into brown eyes. "Are you ready?"
Yosuke nodded. "…please…promise me you won't split me in half…" Yu gave him a reassuring smile, though Yosuke still couldn't calm his nerves completely, he nodded again. He inhaled sharply as Yu started to come inside. He held his breath for several seconds, pain causing his chest to tighten. His fingers were digging into Yu's arms again.
"It's all in." Yu was breathing harder now. "Yosuke…" He placed a kiss against the other's knee.
It hurt, gods, it hurt. If this was right, it wouldn't hurt this bad…right? Yosuke could feel tears leaking out of his closed eyes, and was grateful when Yu wiped them away gently. It was about another minute before he was comfortable enough for Yu to move. "O-okay, partner…" Yosuke said, his voice slightly faint. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. "…j-just be gentle, alright? …I don't wanna…have to explain to…my mom why I need stitches in a place where I should never have to." He didn't like how shaky his voice was, but his whole body was trembling and he couldn't control it. He swallowed again when he felt Yu start to move slowly. He shut his eyes again and covered his face with his arm. Yosuke really didn't want to have to look Yu in the eye. He didn't want to look at him at all, in fact. It's too…embarrassing…shit…
Yu leant in close, as far as he could go. "I never got to ask you…" His voice was low and undeniably sensual- heat burned in Yosuke's stomach as Yu continued. "…what were you thinking about when you had my shake?"
"N-now's not the time…! Ah!" Yu suddenly picked up the pace. Yosuke's knuckles are white from the strain of holding onto his partner for dear life. The initial pain he felt was quickly melting away into something else that was awfully close to pleasure.
"…you wanted to be my shake, didn't you?" Yu continues to talk in a heated whisper as if he didn't hear what Yosuke had said moments before. He strokes the back of one of Yosuke's thighs with his hand. "Mm…what flavor would Yosuke be, if he were a shake…?"
Somehow, Yu had gotten even faster. He's a demon! Yosuke could barely keep up with the pace.
"…you're not answering me."
Yu hits a spot that has Yosuke practically screaming and silently asking for more. It's the same spot as before, but Yu jabs at it with a particularly sharp thrust. A few drops of precum drip onto his stomach and he knows he's not far off, but Yu doesn't show any intention of stopping any time soon. To distract himself from the dull aching throb of his member, Yosuke attempts to answer Yu's earlier question. "…unh…" He remembers the delicious hazelnut shake and swallows back the moan when Yu stabs that bundle of nerves once more. "…ah-!"
"What was that, Yosuke?" Yu gives the arm covering most of his partner's face a lick before reaching over and pulling it away. "Please…don't hide your face from me, partner." His voice is gentle and his eyes are soft, and Yosuke almost relaxes until Yu slams back into him, setting his body on fire and making his nerves scream. He throws his head back and nearly screams. His body feels like jelly, and he swears he's going to melt right into Yu. Then he remembers Yu's question again. "Ha-hazelnut…!"
"Good…good choice." Yu's own voice has turned into heavy pants. "You're so…mouthwateringly tasty…that I'd drink you…nice and slow…" His pace slowed down precious little. "I'd savor you…let you coat my tongue…and drink you dry." His mouth is against Yosuke's neck. "…just like this." H starts sucking on the skin there, making sure to make his mark.
"Fuck…Yu…I'm-!" Yosuke can barely get the sentence out before he's swept far away by a strong tide of pleasure. It seems like hours before he's washed back up on the shores of reality, before he can feel anything. Then suddenly he can feel everything- their sweaty skin and clothes, the sticky white substance covering their stomachs, Yu's breath warm and ragged against his skin. It's a little after he's come down from his high that he realizes that Yu is still moving, and that hell it kinda hurts.
Yu's head lifts as if he's heard Yosuke's thoughts. His eyes are full of lust, of want, and it finally strikes Yosuke that's he's the one who made Yu feel this way. It makes him feel good, really. All he can say is his partner's name in a voice so faint and breathless it hardly registers in his ears as his own. "…Yu…"
"…I…know." Yu kissed Yosuke then; it's sloppy at best. He pulls away with a shuddering breath and speaks softly against Yosuke's neck. "…coming."
Yosuke can feel it shooting into him- it's warm, but strangely he doesn't find it disgusting, even when he knows it belongs to Yu, another boy. No, it feels pretty damn amazing. Yosuke reaches up, grabs onto Yu's back and holds on for seemingly dear life. The air between them fills with their soft gasps and moans until Yu's finished and he collapses onto Yosuke, breathing heavily.
"…damn partner…" Yosuke mumbles, turning to face Yu. That…that felt so awesome…" He smiled and patted his friend on the back. "If…I had known this was gonna happen, I'd-"
"You'd have stolen my milkshake a lot sooner, is that it?" Yu sat up, smirking. "Or maybe you would have covered yourself in it, and invited me to come and 'clean' you-"
"Hey, stop talking like that!" Yosuke snapped, his face hot and flustered. "Anyway…let's get cleaned up…" When he saw Yu's amused expression, he added, "For real. My parents are probably going to be here soon!"
"Why not let them see?"
"Don't even joke like that, dude. My life would explode like a nuclear bomb." Yosuke groaned, shaking his head. No, worse. It would be so much worse! "Anyways, get off me so I can go shower." He could almost hear Yu's response, so he added, "You can't come with me!"
The split milkshake was taking a horribly long time to come out. It was sticky as hell, and had turned a section of his rug into a matted, swamp-colored mess, but Yosuke was determined to restore his rug to its former immaculate orange glory. He was focusing very hard on this problem so he wouldn't have to make awkward conversation with Yu. And speaking of his so-called partner…
"Why aren't you helping me with this?!" He demanded, shooting his "partner" a sharp look.
Yu simply gave the other boy a pleasant smirk. He didn't speak for several seconds. Yosuke was getting ready to say something else until Yu interrupted him. "Yosuke."
"What?"
"I think I love you."
Yosuke stared back at Yu for a couple of seconds before he burst out with nervous laughter. "Dude, did I just hear you right? You can't be serious!" As a testament to his true feelings, Yosuke's face was flushed red. "You'd better quit shitting me, man!"
"Well, it's up to you if you think this is a joke…or not." Yosuke replied calmly.
"Hey, Yu…" He paused in his vigorous scrubbing and stared down at his hands for a few moments before looking back at his partner.
"Hmm?"
"You think I could do it to you next time?"
"Sure, if you're up to the challenge." Yu got up from his perch on the couch and walked over to Yosuke. He kneeled down and placed a kiss against the other boy's lips. "Mind you, I love a good challenge. If you win, you can find out what flavor I am."
"Flavor?" Yosuke echoed, swallowing hard once more. Suddenly, I've got a bad feeling…What's this guy planning?
"Milkshakes."
"Oh hell no. Please no more shakes. They're what made my life shit in the first place! Come on, dude!"
"We wouldn't have gotten here if not for those shakes." Yu took the rag from Yosuke and started to scrub the rug. He smiled sexily, his gray eyes flashing. "So, are you going to take the 'Narukami Challenge', or are you a spineless coward?"
"Ngh-when you put it like that, what choice do I have?!" Despite his words, Yosuke smiled back. "You'd better be ready for this. I'm going to give you a run for your money."
Yu chuckled, and a cold feeling of dread sunk into the pit of Yosuke's stomach. "Then the challenge has begun."
Yes, I am hinting at a sequel, bwahahaha. Can our man Yosuke complete the challenge? Thanks for reading! Until we meet again...!