Unexpected Developments
Part Three
Abe entered the room, pausing when he saw Mihashi's baffled expression. He was holding the remote facing the television. His mouth was agape, but it closed as he looked over to Abe.
"Hey…" Abe said, coming over to him. He looked at the TV. It was on the same channel as before. "What are you doing?"
"Abe…?" Mihashi murmured. "Um… Well… Hey?"
"What?" Abe asked. Mihashi looked down and away from him. Arm shaking, he slowly lifted the remote. Abe noticed the finger on the input button. Color completely drained from his face and he felt faint. For the love of all that was good and just, Mihashi found out! "Oh…"
"Abe…um…" Mihashi shook his head slightly. He pointed the remote at the TV and pressed the button.
"Hey!" Abe said as the porn came back on the screen. "Shit, uh, Mihashi, it's not what it seems."
"What?" Mihashi asked.
"It's not what it looks like. Just turn it off." Mihashi changed the output again. He moved his mouth peculiarly, eyes scanning the ground. Then he looked up at Abe.
"I wanna watch it," he said.
"You what?" Abe asked, startled. "No…we shouldn't."
"Why?"
"We just shouldn't."
"You were watching it," Mihashi insisted.
"Yeah, well, I was alone."
"So it wasn't…by accident then?" Mihashi tilted his head as he asked, questioning Abe further with his gaze. Abe was so caught, he could hardly see a way out.
"Just forget about it, Mihashi. Let's just put a game on, ok?"
"Ok…" Mihashi said. He sat the remote down as Abe went around him. Abe's stomach was burning with his anxiety. What was he going to do now? He wasn't going to be able to get out of talking it over with Mihashi, but he wasn't ready to have that conversation with anyone let alone his object of affection. What was he going to do? Abe was about to lower himself onto the futon when he realized that there was still only one. He looked over to Mihashi slowly. Mihashi was watching him with eyes that Abe was unused to seeing on him. Was he judging him?
"Mihashi?"
"Abe…?" Mihashi eyes shifted downward. He brought the back of his hand across his mouth. He looked at the hand and then wiped it on his boxers. His…boxers…
They were short. Abe's eyes trailed across his sinewy legs and thighs. He was sexy like that, sitting on his bottom with his legs out at his side. His body curved nicely in that position. Naturally, unlike with the stiffness of a proper kneel. The reintroduction of the porn and Mihashi's half naked body were rekindling the arousal Abe had long ago put aside.
"Hey…um…what happened to the other fu—"
"I'll change it to the sports channel…" Mihashi said, shaking his head. He took the remote again and pressed the guide button. Abe looked down at himself, wondering if his arousal was obvious. Satisfied that he could hide it if he was on his stomach even though the position was bad for his knee, Abe settled face down on the futon. He had a hard time believing that Mihashi would grab only one on purpose. He wondered when Mihashi would notice that they needed another one. Mihashi looked through the channels until he found one that was playing a baseball game. He settled his body up into a kneeling position by the futon.
Abe watched him for a while. His face was still flustered. His lips were moist and pink. There was something glistening in the nearer corner of his mouth. He reached up and wiped it away again. From that angle, Abe had the perfect view of his lap. He thought it was his imagination at first, but it seemed to be moving. He looked up, his breath hitching in his throat when he saw that Mihashi was looking at him.
"Abe…?" Mihashi murmured again. That look was back. What did it mean? Abe was receiving mixed signals and he didn't know what to make of any of them.
"Yeah…?"
"Do you like boys?" Abe squeezed his lips together tightly, averting his gaze.
"It's not what it seems like," he said.
"You don't have to lie to me," Mihashi said. "It's ok. I understand." Abe looked over to him again.
"You understand, do you?" he asked. "What do you understand?"
"How it feels to want someone…that you can have yet…" Mihashi's eyes trailed across Abe's body. Abe followed his gaze and saw it linger on his rear end. "To want something…you don't have permission to take…" Abe's jaw dropped. Who was this kid, and what did he do with Mihashi?
"What are you saying…?" Abe asked. Mihashi looked him in the eye. Abe saw a twinge of impatience. Mihashi picked up the remote and turned the porn back on. He pointed at the screen, but his eyes remained locked on Abe's.
"That." The look intensified. "You." Abe tried to move up into a sitting position, completely disregarding his knee. It gave him so much pain, he winced and hissed through his teeth. Mihashi crawled over to him. He took him by the wrists and turned his body over.
"Wha—wha—what the?" Abe stuttered, in no position to fight back. Mihashi rather aggressively slammed him down on his back. He quickly straddled him and didn't let him go. He sat down on Abe's lap, leaving no question of the state of their arousal. A tiny bit of drool inched down the side of Mihashi's mouth. He licked it away and swallowed hard. Abe felt sweat beading along his forehead as he tried to process what the heck was going on. His breaths were rapid and short. What was he supposed to do now? "Mihashi, I…"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Get…get off, Mihashi."
"Not until you answer me."
"I don't have to—"
"Abe!" Mihashi said fiercely, shutting Abe up with the unexpected intensity. "Answer me!" It was Abe's turn to swallow hard. Mouth open but too stunned to speak, he simply nodded at Mihashi. "We're friends? Right?"
"Y—yeah…"
"I'm your partner, right? Am I important to you?"
"Y—Yeah."
"Do you like boys?"
"It's…it's none of your business, man." Mihashi didn't like that response. His nose pinched and his grip tightened.
"Don't dismiss me. I never do that you!"
"Mihashi, what the hell?"
"Answer me!" Abe let his head sink back.
"Get off."
"No. No, I won't." Mihashi closed his eyes tight and turned his face away. "You don't trust me."
"I do."
"I trust you, Abe."
"I know."
"I can tell you. I can tell you I like you, all right?"
"Mihashi…?" Abe gasped.
"Can you…just…say it?" Abe's mind was reeling. He was completely befuddled. He knew what he wanted. Mihashi seemed to be leading them exactly where they both clearly wanted to be. So why did Abe feel so ashamed and unwilling to give in?
"I…I…"
"You like boys, right? And me? Why didn't you ever tell me?" Abe had to avert his eyes again. Mihashi squeezed his wrists tighter. "Is it because…it's not me you want?" Abe felt very strongly at hearing Mihashi's faltering voice that he couldn't lie or hide it, but still, his answer came a few seconds later.
"No, that's not it," he said, urging the words out with difficulty.
"So you do want me?" Mihashi asked. "Do you?"
"Yeah," Abe breathed. Mihashi looked at him again. His eyes were so different. His cheeks had turned rosy and his grip loosened ever so slightly.
"You mean it?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Mihashi asked. He leaned down. Their erections pressed stiffly against one another. Despite himself, Abe suddenly lost sight of their conversation.
"E—Everything…" was all he could muster.
"I… Me too…" Mihashi said. Abe noticed that Mihashi was shaking. Mihashi took in a deep breath, lifting his face towards the ceiling. Abe thought for a moment that he might have been trying to compose himself, but when he looked at him again, his expression had darkened. It had intensified so much that Abe finally caught on to what it was—desire.
"Hey…"
"If Abe likes me…" Mihashi said, "…then Abe should show it." Abe tried to lift his arms, but Mihashi was still holding him down with a fierce grip.
"Let me…up."
"Why?" Mihashi asked. "Why should I? Don't try to stop me." Loud moaning coming from the TV caused them both to turn their heads towards it. While inside of him, the taller, darker male brought his bedmate to completion by stroking him with his hand. Mihashi's grip became painfully severe as he watched with his undivided attention. Abe let out a light moan at the sight of the man ejaculating, and the sounds coming out of his mouth. He looked down at the distance between his body and Mihashi's. The hesitance from before slipped away from him. All the thoughts he'd had about wanting Mihashi to stay and all the things he'd planned to do once he had him all to himself became priority one. He wanted to be closer. He wanted Mihashi in his grasp. If only he would just let him go. He knew he was strong, but he hadn't known how capable he was of completely overpowering him. Mihashi gulped, his Adam's apple shifting along his slender neck. Finally he returned his gaze to Abe's.
If looks could kill. Abe had to imagine that he had given Mihashi that look before, one completely devoid of rational thought, one steeped in desire and lust, one that hungered and yearned for passion. Mihashi finally let his wrists go and sat down on his lap. Abe moaned again as he felt the friction between their bodies.
"God…" he gasped. "Mihashi… What the hell…?"
"Is it hell?" Mihashi asked. "Is it torture…?" He ran his hands up Abe's body, letting his thumbs rub against his nipples. It was absolute torture. Mihashi's hands were on him, touching him, seeking to give him pleasure. He wanted him lower. He wanted his hands and mouth around him. Just the thought of it was driving him mad. He reached up and cupped Mihashi's face in his hands as he rose to kiss him. His nails dug into Mihashi's moist skin as he was overcome with intense sensation.
A tingly chill wavered up his spine; Mihashi's mouth was so sweet and hot. His body was trembling, his hardness was pressed against Abe's stomach. His moans were so incredible. His tongue tangled with Abe's experimentally. It was so wonderful. Abe's body began to ache. He should have relieved that tension hours again, and it was back now, more whole and more intense than Abe had ever known it to be. Even on days that he was able to hold Mihashi's hand during meditation. Even on days that Mihashi would come over with that end of the day, out-of-doors scent lingering on his skin. Even on days that he accidentally caught Mihashi naked in the showers at school. Even on days that their team played an important game, and he was able to see Mihashi at his most excitable.
Most…excitable…
Mihashi leaned back, urging Abe to lie back down again. Abe took that opportunity to remove his shirt before his back hit the futon. He tugged at Mihashi's shirt, and Mihashi took it off. His face was enflamed compared to his chest. His body looked so lithe and pale. Abe raised his hands to his nipples, which were already peaked. He toyed with them as he had seen the couple do on the porn. Mihashi shivered and let out a wavering, quiet moan.
"Abe…" he whispered. Abe felt a pulse of pleasure cross his groin. He stared at Mihashi's lips. They were glistening and red. Full. Abe reached up and rubbed his fingers along them. Mihashi allowed him to, still moaning very quietly to himself. He reached to gently hold Abe's hand. He drew out his tongue and ran it along several fingers. Abe let out a lingered moan. "Mihashi, yes…"
"Abe…?"
"Unh?"
"I…I wanna play with you… Wi—with it…"
"Please…?" Abe uttered desperately. Mihashi's eyes were eagle sharp. He drew Abe's middle finger into his mouth and sucked it. Hard. "Oh…fuck…" Mihashi fingered his hand and wrist as he circled the finger around his tongue. He took it in deep, depressing his tongue, not flinching a tiny bit at the intrusion. Mihashi released it very slowly, and stared at Abe's hand.
"Abe is hurt…" he said. "So I will take care of Abe tonight. Okay?"
"I want everything…" Abe said.
"When you're ready to take me, Abe, you'll know it…" Mihashi said. "We can't risk it too early. I'll make sure you feel really good, Abe. I…I want to feel it…and taste it." Abe shook his head slightly. Was this really Mihashi speaking to him right now?
"You're…acting…different…"
"You never told me, Abe," Mihashi said, squeezing his hand. "Tajima told me, and Hanai told me and Sakaeguchi. Even Oki told me, but…I was waiting for you to say it."
"What…did they tell you?"
"That you wanted me… That you…wanted me to be with you. They said it was as clear as day… The way you looked at me, the way you always asked about me and looked after me… They could see it, but…I didn't believe them. Because I thought you were the aggressive type… I thought that…the moment you knew you wanted me…all of me, you would take it…"
"How could I just…?"
"Like this," Mihashi said. He leaned down and suckled on Abe's left nipple. Abe hissed at him. Mihashi dragged his hands down Abe's chest towards his stomach. Abe's abdominal muscles twitched. It tickled and tantalized him. He chuckled and moaned in unison.
"Oh…Mi…hashi…"
"You take me just like this…" Mihashi's fingers danced along Abe's naval. Abe's body felt like a superheated vibrator. How was Mihashi doing this to him? Why could he do nothing but squirm and moan while Mihashi did all the work?
This was not how he pictured their first time. It was not at all how he expected it to go. He wanted to be the domineering top to Mihashi's submissive bottom. He wanted to lead, he wanted to drive Mihashi wild with just a touch. Mihashi looked much unlike his usual self. He was acting so strange. What was it that was causing him to change like that? Instead of being cute and innocent, he was being stern and acted as though he had experience. Abe wasn't complaining. It was turning him on more than he imagined it would; Mihashi could just keep it coming. But Abe wanted to be more in control of his emotions. He wanted to be able to reduce Mihashi to a moaning, quivering mass, too.
"Mihashi…let me…"
"No," Mihashi said firmly, lightly circling the right nipple with his left hand, his right still massaging along Abe's navel. "I waited for you…for so long… I let you control me. I liked it… I love it when you do… If you could have just said something… Anything…" Mihashi left his chest, running the tip of his tongue down towards Abe's belly button. Abe felt himself moving within the tight confines of his briefs. The base of his spine tingled with anticipation. "And all this time…" Mihashi's eyes glanced at the screen. Abe looked over to it and realized that Mihashi was taking his cues from the second couple in the movie. They were in just about the exact same position. "All this time, you wanted me on you. I want me to be on you, too." Mihashi rose and shifted down towards Abe's thighs. He gripped his pants at the waistband. "I play with you in my thoughts…sometimes…" Mihashi ran a hand over Abe's bulge and Abe's back arched up from the futon. He choked out a moan, grabbing Mihashi by the elbows. "I…take you in my mouth and I suck on you…"
"Please…"
"Do you want that?"
"Yes… Now, please."
"Well…that's too bad…" Mihashi whispered. He toyed with Abe, teasing him by tracing circles along his thighs and up by his hips and ribcage. "You won't get it right away… I'm mad at you."
"Mad…?"
"Abe should always be open and honest with me, his pitcher. His ace…"
"I…was…"
"No," Mihashi said. "You hid it from me."
"Mihashi…" Abe panted. "I couldn't just…say something like that…"
"But why…?" Mihashi let down Abe's pants achingly slowly. "Why couldn't you just come to me and take me in your arms and make love to me." Abe was having great difficultly trying to grasp what Mihashi was saying. The air felt unbearably cool against his skin and Mihashi was hovering over him. Over…it. "I'm your pitcher, Abe. I'm your friend. I can be myself with you…you can be yourself with me, too."
"I…I will…" seemed like the right thing to say. Mihashi's eyes narrowed.
"Abe should have told me," he said, and he began to lower Abe's briefs. "He should—" Mihashi's voice caught in his throat as he saw it. Abe watched him staring at it, at his hardness. His erection was beyond painful at that point. It bobbed as Abe resisted the urge to touch it, to bring it closer to Mihashi so that he could touch it. To do anything to alleviate the agony. Mihashi's bottom lip began to quiver and in a moment, his teeth chattered. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand again, and visibly swallowed back what was in his mouth. He began to moan as though he was in pain, and his body trembled.
"Mihashi…"
"I won't," Mihashi said, closing his eyes. "I won't yet…" Mihashi clamped his bottom lip between his teeth. He continued the agonizing circular motion against Abe's thighs again. Abe couldn't take much more. His brain felt like a light bulb on the verge of burning out.
"God, please… Fuck…"
"I'm mad at you…so I'm not going to let you have it so easy…"
"Still…mad?"
"Because Abe treats me too gently…" Mihashi's voice was weak and quaky. "Abe thinks that I can't handle this… Abe kept himself from me, and tortured me… Couldn't be honest…with me… You smell so good." Mihashi lowered his face to Abe's thigh and rubbed his nose against it. He looked at Abe's groin with longing. "It's so big…" he whimpered.
"Mihashi, please…" Mihashi's breath was inching along his scrotum. Abe felt his skin pimple up, tensing in anticipation. He shook his head against the sensation it caused him. This was murder. Mihashi had absolutely no idea how far down into an unending spiral of pleasure Abe was succumbing. Before he was completely lost in the chasm, Abe reached up and grabbed Mihashi's hair into his fist. If he wanted him to be rough, he would be. If he wanted honesty, Abe would give him honesty.
"I want you," he said. "I wanted you since I first met you. If you want me, if you want it… Now. Do it now, Mihashi." Mihashi's eyes were moist and lidded. He looked intoxicated. He hovered his hand above Abe's shaft.
"Abe… Ca—ca…" he murmured. "Call me…call me…by my…"
"I need it… Ren…" Mihashi made that whimpering noise again. He shifted his body along Abe's so that he rested against his good leg. He ran his tongue up and along his thigh and hip, circling over towards Abe's shaft. He set the tip in his mouth and slowly urged the rest in, little by little, his fingers gently cupping Abe's scrotum.
It was electric. Abe's entire body clenched with pleasure. Mihashi started off tentatively, unsure of how to do it right. He made no wrong moves, as everything was effective in drawing Abe closer to completely losing his sanity. As Mihashi became used to it, however, he developed a rhythm. He worked his mouth in a twisting motion as he tugged the shaft in and out. His calloused fingers massaged Abe's balls, groping gently with just the right amount of pressure. It was deliciously sweet. Abe sank into the futon, eyes clenched shut. He couldn't watch or else he would succumb before he wanted to. He couldn't allow it to end so quickly but Mihashi was going at it as though his life depended on it. What could Abe do to slow him down when it was all he could do not to set his hand to the top of his head and force him to go faster?