Part 5
Closer
Another week went by and each night my watcher was available, I spent at Violet's.
I'm starting to think that I'm growing too fond of my watcher, or he is growing fond of me, because our conversations are those that involve few words. How the hell did I go from being so alone, to being torn between two men? Even though I keep expressing how much I thought I was being unfaithful to Hiro, my watcher reminded me that I wasn't dating him yet, and that I should just 'chill out'. Easy for him to say, I thought.
It also made me wonder if he thought that once I told Hiro how I felt that I wouldn't come back—that we couldn't play this game anymore. The kinky fun would be over.
That's when I worried that this whole thing might have gone too far...
I must say, though, that I'm getting used to the pain. In fact I think it turns me on, the acts of S&M are not too hardcore, which I'm fairly thankful for, but tolerant. We role-play mostly, with a little pain. I was surprised how quickly I fell into the masochistic role, enjoyed it. It was kind of refreshing to let someone else be in charge for a change. But, I still wasn't sure how comfortable I felt knowing that people could be watching this.
It was Friday night.
I sat obediently in the chair, my shirt opened, wearing the blindfold. I still wore it when the watcher told me to. But tonight, he hadn't restrained me, yet. I could freely move my arms and hands, I could stand, but I sat. My watcher hadn't given me permission to do any of those things.
Instead he decided to tickle me with a feather, his whip or his tongue. There were lick trails still drying on my chest...I felt a bit humiliated, which I'm sure was his goal as I squirmed and screeched with the torture of the feather.
It drove me nuts! But he told me that if I went to rub the areas he'd tickled with my hands, that he'd spank me in front of everyone. The thought of being spanked made my cock twitch, but I the idea of doing so in front of a camera, didn't.
Tears leaked out the corner of my eyes, my nose itched so badly.
"Poor baby," he cooed, "Should I stop?"
I nodded, "Yes Watcher." I must have said this a hundred times already.
"Okay..." he finally surrendered, "You can scratch."
I did so and groaned like a bear while I did it.
The watcher stood by shaking his head. "I still think I'm going to spank you though…"
My head darted up.
"Stand up and drop your pants," the watcher ordered.
What? This was the first time I was being ordered to bare my ass. So far most of the sadistic things he did were mild in comparison to other things I knew he could do. But, baring myself—with the possibility that there was someone sitting in a dark room in front of a blinking blue screen watching this—well, that was a whole new ballgame. For once I wished we had privacy, and knew that no one was watching or that Violet wasn't listening in, then I'd be more than willing to let him spank me, and naked it he asked me of it.
I hesitated.
I felt the hair on my head yanked and more water filled my eyes. "O-kay…." I griped and stood up to undo my pants, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. "There, have a good fucking look!"
I was sure my arse was the same crimson shade as the one on my face.
"Now go face the wall, hands up," he ordered.
I shuffled to the wall blindly and planted my hands on it. It felt cold and rough, dusty. I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of pain I was about to feel. I twitched when the tails of the whip simply caressed over my skin.
"You're so jumpy," purred the watcher in my ear, his body pressed up behind me now.
I could feel his cloak brushing the backs of my legs, his chest pressed to my back. He felt so good and it was now or never that I knew had to make a choice.
Then I felt him move away.
The whip cracked over my skin and I cried out. It stung. I clenched my bottom and lowered my head as if in disgrace. The unpredictability of the receiving pain was the most annoying part. I never knew when to feel ready for it. The watcher came back and licked my ear. I sighed at my reward. But next time I'd be ready, I gritted my teeth. The next lash came and I held on to my cry like a trooper.
"No cry, no reward," went my watcher.
He hit me again but still I didn't cry out. Stubborn, I didn't reward the man at all, nor did I receive mine.
"I'm not so easily submissive," I told him, "I mean, if someone did this to me without my permission, they'd be lucky I didn't blow their brains out."
"Because you like it…I know I sure like it," he said eagerly and pet over my ass with his gloved hand.
The leather wasn't soothing at all it scraped and irritated my skin.
Make a choice, Claude! "I was thinking…I'm going to talk to Hiro," I blurted out. "I...I can't stay here in this fantasy world forever." My heart began to pound.
It was now or never.
The petting hand came to a stop and I heard him walk off. Great, I've upset him I thought and turned around. I couldn't see him, nor go to him because my touching him would be breaking the rules. I stood were I was, realizing my pants were at my ankles, I hurried to pull them up.
"Who said you are allowed to dress yet?!" he bellowed from across the room.
I startled and froze, leaving my pants alone.
I stood unmoving, unseeing, waiting for him to say something, anything that would justify his reaction right now. Then a breath later he stormed back and pinned me to the stone wall. I gasped. I could hear his heavy breathing whooshing against the underside of his mask.
"Are you really ready to fess up?" he demanded, "Are you sure you aren't just going to go and break his heart? Because he needs all of you, he needs you to accept him for everything that he is! He needs to know that."
I faltered at this tirade.
"Answer me!" he cried.
I found myself frowning down at the man that was screaming principles. "I don't want to break his heart…he can be anyone he wants to be, I'd expect the same in return," I whispered logically. Why was this guy getting so worked up?
The watcher still had me pinned and I lost my temper.
"He can have all of me!" I shouted heatedly, "All of me if he lets me!"
I was released from my watcher's grip. He backed off and began to pace the room. Quietly, he said, "He will."
"How can you be so sure?!" I hollered incredulously.
There was a small pause. The masked man stood still, the pacing stopped half way across the dim room. "Call it a hunch," he said.
It ended there when Violet's voice told us our session was over in a tight tone. Was our whole hour already up? It didn't feel like it. I fixed my clothes and said goodnight to the watcher and left the room feeling totally bewildered. It was like that watcher was taking this Hiro thing way to personally.
When I got home I sighed with relief and kicked off my shoes. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and stood right there in the kitchen to drink it. I zoned out blissfully, trying not to think of anything before I headed off to bed.
The next day I woke up, shaking crazy dreams from the corners of my mind. I dreamt that I was at Violet's and in the room was Hiroshi. He was saying something to me but I couldn't hear it! I felt desperate to know what he was trying to tell me. Then suddenly we were in the studio at work and Hiro was playing a song for me on his guitar. The weird part was that everyone was there too, the boss, Bad Luck, Ryuichi, even the watcher. Hiro sang as if it were only the two of us, it was so sweet, but I felt a little embarrassed that everyone was watching it. It took a moment realize it was just a dream when I awoke.
I wish I could remember how the song went, even if it was my imagination. There was only one line I recalled that Hiro had sang, "Please be with me..." The sound was foggy in my mind, still, I felt like I'd come to a conclusion because of it.
I had to be true and told myself tonight was going to be the last night at Violet's. I decided tonight I was going to tell my watcher that I no longer needed to come there. The thought tore at me, but after last night and that dream, I realized I would do anything for Hiroshi...I would give him my all, it all...everything. Even if he rejected me, I would still know that in my heart I would have honestly given him my all.
Now if I could only stop the butterflies in my stomach...
"Stop being such a pussy, Claude," I chastised myself. "Just tell Hiro...tell him."
I groaned and decided then that I was going to go shopping. I hadn't gone shopping in ages! I decided I would get myself new socks, running socks, and maybe even a nice new jacket. Oooo, maybe I'd get myself a new game system, because the one I had was insanely ancient. Yes! The idea of shooting stuff in high-def almost gave me chills. Why hadn't I thought of this before?!
Happy with my fresh distraction, I headed off to the mall.
Later in the day, I was sitting on my couch, a smoke dangling lazily from my lip, ash landing on the floor, mashing the buttons on my new gamepad. On the T.V screen zombies were getting blown away by my ex-Army guy equipped with a futuristic submachine gun.
I was in heaven!
My attention was broken when my phone started ringing. I groaned, hitting the pause button and got up to go get it. I took a seat in the kitchen chair and picked up the shrilling thing. "Hello?"
"Hi, K! What are you doing tonight?" clamoured Shuichi's voice.
"Oh hey! Um, I dunno," I lied and my mind flooded with thoughts about the dreaded last-time visit to Violet's this evening—the last night of my secret affair.
"Well, why don't you come out with us tonight? We're thinking of hitting up this club," he told me.
"I'd love to, when and where?"
I heard Shuichi talking to someone in the background, "Hiro, what's the name of this place again?" I heard him ask.
Hiro! My throat got tight suddenly and I struggled to clear it. I heard Hiro mumble something inaudibly in the background.
"Oh sorry K, I just forgot the name of the place, it's called Violets."
CRASH!
I shook the chirping, fuzzy yellow chicks from my vision...I'd tipped the chair backwards in my surprise; the phone tumbled across the floor. I scrambled to get it, crawling on my hands and knees.
"What?!" I cried into the phone when I snatched it up again, hoping Shuichi was still on the line.
"Err…is everything ok over there?" Shuichi asked me anxiously.
"Fine, err, I just…fell. So, where is this place exactly?" I cut to the chase and waited breathlessly for his response.
"In Roppongi," Shuichi said, "It's a dance club." He gave me the address.
Phew! I let out an audible sigh of relief, the other 'Violets' was closer to Shinjuku. I pursed my lips as I heard Hiro giggling in the background. What was he laughing about?! Hrmph. "Okay, how about I meet you there?"
"Ten o'clock sound good?"
"Sure, see you then, bye." I hung up and shook my head. Damn, that was spooky. Who would have thought that there were two establishments in Tokyo called Violets?
I left the game on pause and decided to take a shower and freshen up.
Ack! What was I going to wear?! Hiro was going to be there and I kind of wanted to look good.
I decided to wear my blue, button-up shirt—I always thought it had nice contrast with my hair. I left a few buttons open at the top, rawr. Next, I found a pair black pants and tucked in my shirt and looped a silver-buckled, black belt around my waist. I grinned sheepishly at my reflection in the mirror. Gawd, I was a nervous, but I knew what I had to do tonight.
"Never mind that now," I told myself sternly and fixed my hair. Then I splashed on some new cologne I bought today and hunted down some shoes. I decided to forgo a jacket.
It was about nine o'clock now so I could go take care of business and meet everyone at the club afterwards. I grabbed my keys, but left the guns and headed out.
I think I puffed on about four cigarettes before I even got to Violets. This wasn't going to be easy I thought. I told myself I could just leave a message with Violet herself, but I decided against it. How impersonal would that be? It would be like getting dumped via Dear John letter or worse, over the phone. It was just plain wrong. I know this man wasn't my lover or anything, but it truly felt like I was ending a relationship of some kind.
I got out of the car and went inside.
Today Violet didn't have a smile for me I noticed. Instead her face was solemn and cool. I walked up to her but she spoke first.
"I'm sorry but your watcher is not here," she said looking at me carefully.
I blinked. "He's off tonight, you mean?" I asked.
She sighed, "No, I let him go permanently. He broke the number one rule I have for all watchers."
I was almost afraid to ask, "What rule did he break?"
"He fell in love with a seeker." She sighed again, "It happens sometimes."
My eyes shot open, 'in love'?! I didn't know what to say.
She smiled at me then like I was a dunce, "Silly, it was you..."
Me?? My mouth felt suddenly dry...I...I didn't know what to think. I felt wretched somehow; this wasn't how things were supposed to end. He loved me...the thought swirled repeatedly around in my mind. "But are you sure?" I asked Violet.
"Honey, I have been doing this a long time. And I know when I see love," she offered confidently and continued, "I can't give you his name or anything, you'll just have to find each other. Trust me...I'm quite sure you will."
She smirked at me then and I wondered what she knew that I didn't. It bugged me and I didn't even bring my gun along! If I had I would probably have it pointed at her right now, demanding she tell me everything she knows.
But I only nodded at the older woman before I left and went back to my car. I sat and wondered about all this, my hands clasped tightly on the steering wheel. I felt a bit guilty because I was going to tell the watcher I wasn't coming back, and now he was fired and no longer here. How ironic, I contemplated with a frown.
"Fucking hell," I cursed at this whirlwind drama bullshit and gunned the engine, tearing off to the other side of town. I had to bust-a-move if I wanted to meet Shuichi and gang on time. But I knew I was going to think about this all damn night now! I mean, it wasn't my fault the watcher fell in love with me, and he knew I was in love with somebody else.
What the fuck was Violet talking about?!
Argh!
There wasn't much time to dwell on things as I hurried to an underground parking garage and paid for a few hours. I rushed back out to the street and looked for the address Shuichi gave me, or the name which I'm sure was easier to find.
"K-san!" someone yelled.
I saw Shuichi across the street waving at me—next to him was Yuki, Suguru and Hiroshi. They all watched me as I hurried over. Yuki was dressed similar to me, black slacks and a magenta coloured shirt with a black blazer. Suguru was casual in dark, denim pants and a simple long-sleeved, navy-blue shirt, and Shuichi was sparkly in patent leather black pants and a dramatic, bright red coat, which underneath he wore a black mesh-like shirt.
And then my eyes landed on Hiro...
He was wearing a devil-may-care sort of look on his face. He was so sexy tonight in his own youthful way, I couldn't stop staring. He had on this Army green t-shirt with lighter green illegible print on the front, over that he wore a black motorcycle jacket left open, a pair of tattered jeans with tears at the knees, and on his feet were a pair of killer biker-styled boots. He was grunge and he looked hot. My eyes focused on his face again, noting how tousled and wild his hair looked tonight, as if it had been wind-tossed. Lastly, I focused on his steely grey eyes.
"It's good to see you, K-san," Hiroshi said and leisurely let his eyes rove over me.
"Hiroshi..." I murmured but failed to add anything else of intelligence.
"I know!" Shuichi began as if I was answering a question of his. "I thought I would have to kidnap Hiro to get him to come out tonight. We haven't been out in ages! I dunno what he's been doing for the last few weeks but he's always busy, never has time for me anymore..."
"Aww, quit your crying," Hiro muttered and shook his head, "I'm here now."
"I think he has a new girlfriend or something, but he's hiding it from me!" Shuichi wailed and glared at Hiro then.
Hiroshi only shrugged and flashed me a look.
"Maybe that's Hiro's business," Suguru interjected.
"And maybe he's my best friend, not yours!" Shuichi retaliated.
I looked up at Yuki who sighed with irritation. "Are we going to stand out here all night looking like tramps?" he complained flicking his cigarette out onto the street.
Exactly, I thought. I didn't want to spend my night fending off crazy fans, I just wanted to enjoy the night out...find a moment to talk to Hiro, forget the watcher. But it really wasn't that hard when I looked over at Hiro who looked over at me as we entered the club.
We smiled at each other.
Inside the first thing that caught my eye was a bright, purple neon sign at the back of the club that screamed 'Violet's'. I screwed up my face...everywhere I went that place would stalk me it seemed. What were the odds that Hiro would pick a place with the same name as my secret haunt? It was mind boggling! As we immersed ourselves in the room heavy rock music assailed my ears, it was actually in English. I felt a tap on my arm.
"I feel like I'm not dressed properly for this place," said Shuichi loudly over the music, looking around.
Gee, I kind of felt the same. The only ones that seemed to fit in were Suguru and Hiroshi. It was grunge-styled, dark and casual. The room itself was dimly lit except for the bright green strobe light that moved spastically over the heads of the people dancing.
"Who picked this joint?" Yuki looked over at the guitarist, unimpressed.
Hiro only shrugged again, "I liked the name...thought we'd try it out."
Oh well, I might as well make the best of it. I followed them all to the bar where everyone got a drink. I was about to order a beer, but Hiro turned around in front of me and handed me one.
"Um...thanks," I said, eyeing the dark bottle.
I caught Shuichi glance at this spectacle oddly for a moment but he turned away and smiled adorningly at Yuki.
Hiro held up his own beer and offered a silent toast.
I clanked my bottle against his and took a sip, our eyes watching each other carefully.
"I don't mind this music, it has an underground kind of sound," Suguru offered and I broke the stare with Hiro and nodded blindly in agreement, and then I grinned stupidly. I really had no idea what Suguru just said. I was too busy thinking about how I would tell Hiro how much I liked him; maybe invite him over to shoot zombies or something.
"Do they play any techno?" the pink-haired singer went.
"Doesn't seem like it, I think it's a mix of Japanese and English rock," Hiro pointed out.
Everyone's eyes landed on me then as if I'd conspired with Hiro to come here. I held up my hands, this wasn't my doing. I didn't see the big deal, it was a club, it had tunes and people seemed to be enjoying themselves. The atmosphere was relaxing.
"So how are you enjoying your time off, K?" Suguru asked me.
I looked at him. "Actually, I'm kind of enjoying it. At first I wasn't sure what to do with myself, but yeah..." I glanced at Hiro again who was watching me silently. I felt a blush coming on, "I found a new hobby...I, um, got back into running."
Suguru looked at me surprised, "Oh, well, that's great."
I nodded.
"We're almost finished the album," Shuichi offered happily.
"Cool, I can't wait to hear it," I said and looked back at Suguru. "I trust you'll tell me the truth, things are going well and I won't need to murder anyone when I return?" I asked the young musical genius.
He gave me a weak smile and said, "No worries, Sakano's handling it pretty well. Although I must say things are quiet without you there."
I watched the boy carefully, I wasn't sure if he was dissin' me. Little wise ass, I thought.
Hiro groaned loudly, "Ugh, let's not talk about work, huh? We have all day for that stuff."
"Right," Shuichi clamoured, "Let's dance!"
I watched the singer drag his reluctant boyfriend onto the dance floor, heading right for the center. I felt a tug on my arm, and I looked over to see it was Hiro.
"I want to dance too," he told me.
My brows shot up, stupefied, but I didn't have a chance to question the guitarist. His hand slipped down my arm to my hand and he dragged me after Shuichi and Yuki. I held on tight.
I loved to dance, I could be a real ham sometimes, but tonight I felt unsure of myself. I had too many thoughts running through my mind. And my heart was pitter-pattering inside my chest at the way Hiro was acting. I suddenly felt all clumsy as we weaved our way around bodies and found a tiny section of floor close to Shuichi and Yuki. Upon arrival, I noticed Shuichi was the one dancing as Yuki sort of stood by and watched him. Suguru came with us too.
A song came on that caused Hiro and Shuichi to cheer, I guess it was a tune they liked and both young men danced freely. I saw the laughter on their faces, but I couldn't hear it, the music was too loud. Hehe, they were mouthing the words to the song, singing along. It was cute.
Holding my beer, I swayed a little to the beat, my eyes focused mostly on Hiro. He reached over and hauled on my shoulders, leaning up against me and hollered breathlessly in my ear, "I love this song!"
I chuckled at his enthusiasm as he bounced away. Under the blanket of darkness my blush went completely unnoticed.
A few beers later I felt much more relaxed. The drink was going down faster the more I drank, I felt capricious and laughed as I danced a bit more freely, just enjoying the music. I could feel a permanent smile plastered to my face. This was turning out to be fun and I found I barely thought of the watcher at all. I was exactly where I wanted to be I realized...with Hiroshi, with friends.
And Hiro was flirting with me all night!
I know he was. He kept leaning up and talking in my ear, he kept touching me, once he even brushed his ass against my crotch in a little shimmy of his. And the whole time he wore that devilish look, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. And I was smitten. He was gorgeous, his face looking a bit flushed from dancing and the alcohol.
But was he only playing around?
I glanced over to see where Suguru went and was pleasantly surprised to see him dancing nearby with a girl. Oh ho! I was going to point that out to Hiro when I felt a pair of hands in my back pockets. I flashed my head back around to see Hiro in front of me with his arms around my waist, hands blatantly in my pockets.
"Got a cigarette?" he asked, nosing along my jaw, panting in my ear from the exertion of dancing.
My body burned alive. "Uhh...yeah, sure," I said and let him take the pack out of my pocket. I watched him light the smoke and he pressed up to me, stuffing the pack back in my pocket shamelessly.
"Thanks," he said and took a drag off the cigarette.
I chortled in disbelief. I looked over to see Shuichi busy with Yuki, his arms wrapped around the guy's neck. For a moment I recalled their tryst in the studio, it felt like ages ago now. I didn't feel so bad about my voyeurism anymore, it had been hot and that was all there was to it.
I returned my gaze to Hiroshi. I was getting tired of all this pissing around. The man was giving me signals here, at least I think so, and I still haven't done a damn thing about it! It was too loud in here to actually 'talk' to Hiro about what I wanted to say. Instead, I decided to show him since I was full of liquid courage now. Roguishly, I pulled him closer by his leather jacket and he flashed me an astonished look. I let go of his jacket and his surprise turned into a flattering smile, he pressed himself up against me. That smile, his body language, it told me everything. I had guessed right all evening.
Hiro dug me.
"Dance with me," Hiro demanded as an English song came on, the crowd in the club cheered and hurried to find a dancing partner. It was Nine Inch Nails – Closer.
"To this song? Haha, that's asking for trouble," I teased next to his ear.
He teased back, "I like trouble."
I gave Hiro a lop-sided smirk as he blew a breath of smoke away. He dropped the cigarette to the floor and I crushed it out with my shoe.
"You let me violate you
you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you
you let me complicate you …"
I think of sex every time I hear this song, which I'm sure the artist intended. If there was ever a song that brought the animal out of people, it was this one I'm sure of it.
"Help me
I broke apart my insides
help me
I've got no soul to sell
help me
the only thing that works for me
help me get away from myself…"
"I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god…"
The seductive beat filled my head and Hiro sang the words in Japanese next to my ear. It made my body tingle. Heh, so Hiro knew this song too. I smiled next to Hiro's head as his lips moved over my ear, man; he was being hot tonight. I began to move slowly with Hiro in my arms to the music. It was amusing, I'm sure we looked like an awkward couple at a high school dance.
"You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything…"
Brazenly, Hiro pushed off of me, producing a shifty smile. He began to dance in front of me in a lazy seductive way, as if he were under a spell. His own hands climbed up along his chest, fingers spread along his throat and into his red hair. He tilted his head back, his mouth agape as if he were sighing with pleasure. It was like he was making love to the song. I was utterly enthralled, mesmerized. Hiro looked over as if to see if I was watching him pull out all the provocative stops. YES! HOLY CRAP—YES!!
"Help me
tear down my reason
help me
it's your sex I can smell
help me
you make me perfect
help me
think of somebody else…"
I hauled Hiro back to me, my arm around his waist, and for a moment we stood absolutely still, staring at one another as the crowd around us danced. It was like we were sharing a moment of recognition, acknowledgment. Then Hiro palmed over my crotch in one firm and inviting manner.
"I want to fuck you like an animal..."
The desire—I could taste it, I was so hard. I wanted Hiro bad. My breath came out ragged against Hiro's neck as I buried my face there, my lips brushing over his skin, my hands gripped into his backside. We swayed together, and I throbbed as Hiro's teeth nipped at my earlobe.
"Through every forest
above the trees
within my stomach
scraped off my knees
I drink the honey
from inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive."
"I want you to fuck me," Hiro said, his hot breath moistening my ear.
What? Right here?!
The song was ending and Hiro let go of me and took my hand. I glanced at Shuichi and Yuki who didn't seem to notice our libidinous behaviour. My mind swirling, I followed Hiro. He seemed to be looking for something since we didn't head in a straight direction, but wandered around the club. I sure hope he wasn't taking me into the washrooms, I thought with a lewd giggle. But I soon realized Hiro had no intentions of going the washrooms, we were headed for the back door the club. He pushed it open and we entered a damp, dark alleyway behind the club. The air was cool and crisp; my breath frosted in the air a little back here. Hiro let go of my hand and held the door open a crack, looking around. I guessed he was looking for something to keep the door from locking shut so we could get back in. I picked up a discarded newspaper and handed it to him. Hiro jammed it in the door and turned to me with intent written all over his face.
The beat of music pumped the other side of the wall, keeping in time with my own pounding heartbeat.
I heard a giggle and noticed a couple at the far end, near the street, kissing. But my head is redirected by Hiro's hands, and without a word he kissed me hard. It was everything I'd imagined, better even, and I kissed him back hungrily. Our hands scrambled over each other—needy mewls of desire lingering in our throats.
I push Hiro back against the brick wall. Wildly, we continue to kiss and grind and paw—Hiro opened up and I moan as I dip my tongue into the sweetness of his mouth. I only slowed down for a nanosecond when the craziest feeling of déjà vu flowed through me again. This kiss, it felt so familiar...
But it didn't matter, this was too hot and the ache I felt for him had to be satisfied, now. I grabbed his ass and pressed him into me hard.
"Unnnn…" he whines.
Oh yes. Hiro tugs my shirt out from my pants and slips his hands underneath, digging, scratching his nails into me.
Forcibly, Hiro turns us around and pins me to the brick wall. Our kiss comes to a stop as we stare each other down breathlessly. While I watch Hiro's beautiful face, those smoky eyes, swollen wet lips, his fingers work at unbuckling my belt, my zipper. His eyes unwavering, he slips his hand into my underwear and takes a handful.
I groan at the contact—I feel like I'm shattering from the inside out gloriously.
Slipping his hand out Hiro got to his knees.
My mouth agape, I choke on a sound that is almost like a sob as he goes down on me. Body jerking from the pleasure, I lean my head back against the hard wall and let my hands find their place in the silky hair on Hiro's head.
"Fuck..." I growl pleasurably.
Grey eyes look up at me from below and I fist my hands in his hair so hard he moans. I just watched in rapture. He's sucking me so hard I have to restrain myself from thrusting.
"Oh shit..." I say over my panting and sighing. "Unbelievable..." I feel as though I'm caught in some kind of suspended animation.
The blow job is brief, Hiro releases me from his mouth and the air is now cool against my wet skin. I watch him stand and he fishes something out of his inside pocket. I realize its lubrication.
"Fuck me," he demands once more.
There was no room in my head to analyze; it was too foggy with sex and alcohol. I just grabbed the lube as Hiro undid his pants in a hurry. I heard the faint tinkling of his belt buckle knocking off the wall as he braced against it, hands splayed over the brick, waiting. Ass thrust out and ready...
Ho shit. Hastily, I lube up and come up from behind and squeeze myself into him.
"Oh fuck," Hiro cussed.
I groaned and grabbed him by the hips and fucked his tight hole, hard. We grunted and panted as I thrust, thrust, thrust! I gnashed my teeth together at the sheer pleasure I felt. Harder and harder, I rocked Hiro against the brick wall as he clawed at it, his face contorted in beautiful agony.
"K," he whines quietly, "Oh yes…yes, yes!"
"Hiroshi..." I breathe, casting my eyes down, watching myself disappearing in and out of his sweet, sweet ass.
"Stroke me," Hiro pleaded, reaching for one of my hands on his hip and guiding it to his swollen cock.
I pumped Hiro from both sides. For a moment we were wordless, there is only the sounds of our breathing and the shuffling of our clothes, the gravel popping and crunching under our shoes, and the distinct wet sound of my body gliding in and out of Hiro's ass. Our bodies are so close climax; I knew by the way Hiro's cock felt in my palm, hard as rock. I felt the gush of warm fluid pump into my hand before I heard Hiroshi release a tormented sigh.
And that was it. That's all it took.
The pulsing organ in my hand, the wetness, Hiro's orgasmic whimpers made me lose it. I pulled out and jet laces of semen all over his pale ass.
Hiro turned around, grinning impishly, sighing with contentment, and began doing up his pants. I did the same, fixing my shirt as well.
I could suddenly see clearly again, and the realisation hit me. I just fucked Hiroshi...
"Tell me I'm not dreaming," I murmured, "Tell me we didn't just do that."
Hiroshi chuckled and dug out a cigarette once more from my pack, "Nope, you're not dreaming and yup, we did just do that."
I closed my eyes and opened them again, sure enough Hiro was still here and now lighting the smoke. He was watching me humorously and must have felt sorry for me so he put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. Numbly, I sucked on it, taking a puff without the use of my fingers before snatching it from my mouth.
"It was good, hmm?" Hiro murmured, releasing another sigh of satisfaction.
"Incredible..." I breathed.
"So now that that's out of the way, why don't you tell me what you're really thinking?" Hiro stated calmly.
I halted mid-drag. Tell him Claude; tell him what you wanted to tell him for the last two weeks. "I…I wanted to tell you that I really like you."
"Oh really?" he mused blinking innocently at me.
I huffed at that. "Yes, it just took me awhile to find the courage to tell you," I said watching him carefully, my heart threatening to go in cardiac arrest right about now.
He stepped closer to me shaking his head, "It took you long enough. You have been driving me crazy, K."
"Huh?"
He just chuckled and tossed his cigarette away and reached out to pet over my cheek softly. "I have a little secret, a confession to tell you, but not here. Later, after we get out of here, we'll talk then." He smiled at me and added, "I really like you too, I have for awhile now, but you were always untouchable, taken."
It was as if my world were on fast forward. All my fears I had up to this very moment, vanished. It was replaced by utter shock, delight and an endless rush of emotions I could not name. "You wanted me??" I whispered unbelievingly.
"Is that so hard to believe?" he asks.
"I...I..." I didn't know what to say.
Hiroshi Nakano wants me!!
"HA! He wants me!" I suddenly shouted causing the kissing couple at the far end to look into the alleyway. I was jubilant. But then I remembered that my watcher liked me, rather loved, but it didn't seem to compare to the joy I felt when Hiro said he wanted me. I knew that my affections for Hiroshi were real and not just something built from a fantasy.
Hiro chortled at my exuberant reaction and said, "Come on, let's go back in before Shuichi busts something when he notices we disappeared."
I nodded and Hiro pulled open the door, he let me walk through first. On the way in he gave my ass a playful smack, but a firm one, snickering as he followed me in.
Oww...
A/N: Weee! Thanks so much for reading guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! One more chapter to go!