Ok you guys, got some smut going on in this chapter, just warning ya. ^_^
Sweating and panting from strenuous daily work-out sessions, you take your towel and head to the showers. You had to work out extra early today if you were to be ready for your date. Yes your date...secret lovers if you will. You speedily went in the house to take your shower and threw on some decent clothing. You rushed out the dojo door when a familiar voice bellowed out to you.
"Howarang!" your master roared sternly. You froze at the dojo door, your foot outside the door.
"I-I'm going out with friends master." You said shakily, back turned.
"Who.", your master questioned.
"S-steve, master". Your voice dies down a bit when you say his name. It's really uncomfortable to you to even mention his name in front of your master. He knows nothing about your relations or your sexual orientation which leads to several lies and awkward situations. And you plan to keep it that way.
You stand facing the open dojo door and facing away from your master who is clearly at the other dojo entrance on the opposite side that leads to the garden. You could tell by the echo of his voice.
There was a silence. Your master finally broke the silence with his loud condescending voice.
"Howarang!"
"Y-yes?" you stuttered.
"Don't have too much fun.", your master said jokingly, a smile on his face.
He may have not meant it in that way, it still scared the shit out of you. Your lucky he can't see your face because its basically burning red right now. You quickly replied as you left.
"Alright, be back soon."
You walked hastily until you lost the view of the dojo when you began to walk more casually. It's a relief you got out of there, you don't know how much more pressure you could take from the old guy. You love him to death but still.
You give a deep sigh as you walked. You try to take your mind of of your master to think about other things...like when the hell are you going to get your motorcycle. You already have the license for one, now all you need is to actually get one. Your job at the dojo doesn't pay much, but if you continue to do a good job, you could teach intermediate and even advance groups and make even more money. But for now you teach beginners. Its a tedious job sometimes, but you learn a lot like how to look after kids. Patience is key' you master would always tell you this, but patience was never your strong suit...but you learned to adapt.
Now you began to think about how the date will go. You wore the same clothes you trained in but you brought your backpack containing the actual clothes you were going to here. In the backpack contained a pair of blue jeans and a black v-neck, along with black sneakers. You weren't going anywhere special, your fully aware you were just going over his house. But that just made you even more nervous...which is why you brought... condoms as well.
You blush at the thought of the scenario of using one of those condoms... he would probably be top and you' be...
"Fuck..." you sigh to yourself. Why are you thinking these things, you don't even know. You shake your head furiously as if shaking off the negative thoughts. "just breath..."
You've now reached your boyfriend's doorstep. You check your time and realize how long it took you to get here.
"two hours..." you whisper to yourself, looking at the clock on your wrist. You were just about to knock but timidity made you hesitate. But to your surprise, you hear knocking from the other side of the door.
"Knock knock, mate.", the man on the other side responds in his australian accent, the door mufling the sound. You hear an unlocking sound from the door.
You blush with a smirk on your face.
"Who's there?" You joke.
The door opens slowly to reveal your blonde lover.
"Your Mate, mate." he says slowly and seductively along with a grin and a tilted head, his eyes half closed. He leans on the door frame with crossed arms. He wore an unbuttoned white shirt and some skinny jeans, and his short blond hair was gelled back in a sort of spiky sonic-the-hedgehog look; kinda like your upward spiked hair except brushed back.
You could smell his scented house from the outside...something like cooking meat. You glance behind him but can't see much, but you could tell the lights were dimmed for a romantic stay dinner. He's been expecting you obviously.
You keep your thoughts off of what might happen to keep from blushing and...
"You alright?" your boyfriend questions.
"Huh, oh yeah I'm fine" you stammer.
He grins and gestures you inside.
"After you."
You grin and happily oblige. "whatever. 'mate'."
You enter the familiar house and notice the little differences he made in its design. The shades were closed to make it dark and two lamps on opposite sides of the room lit the room in a sort of red tint. The black leather love seat faced the fairly sized plasma flat screen TV. It wasn't the biggest house, but he seemed to always be able to make the room look bigger than it actually is.
You rest yourself on the love seat with your legs spread comfortably while you waited for your blonde lover who walk in the kitchen, passing the seat you sat in. You turn, looking over the couch so you could see him cooking from the kitchen view port, kinda like a bar counter, but in a kitchen. He was still cooking, the sizzling of fried chicken and the bubbling sounds of rice, and you could smell the mouth watering scent of mashed potatoes in the mix.
"You smell that?" Steve says, inhaling deeply through his noes. "Thats love."
You roll your eyes and turn around. He laughs.
The cooking didn't take too long as as soon as you came, the dinner was served. You sat at the table in the kitchen, a few candles lighting the room. You had several topics of conversations but when jin came up, you kept it simple, saying you spar at the dojo now and again. He doesn't think too much about it and brushes it off, leading on to new topics.
"So I won the fight yeah." The blond says randomly.
"you want a cookie" You say bluntly.
"something like that." he muses.
He gets out of his seat and walks directly behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders, giving you a massage. You allow this, closing your head in pleasure. Seeing your reaction, he leans down to your neck and gives light kisses causing you moan.
"You like that?" he whispers into your ear sexually.
You didn't know how to respond to that. You simply moaned lightly, giving him his answer. The kisses become deeper and more passionate making your arch your back to the spine tingling sensation. Your very ticklish making the sensation more intense and intimate. You reached for his head, combing his hair with your fingers. Then the kisses stop.
"Wha-" You were inturrupted by a yanking of the chair, dragging you back in the prosses. You yell "Holy shi- before your chair spon around revealing a shirtless boyfriend. His chest was well defined but only had a four pack.
His chest and arms were well defined, his scar on his arm visible. Before you could say anything, he sits on you, grinding his body on yours. That's when the nature in both of your pants were known. You blush looking to the side.
"Something wrong?" he asks.
"what are you doing?" you quiver.
"Grinding on you." He says plainly.
"No shit but..." you pause, looking back down.
You feel his soft eyes stare into yours, and you look back at him, his blue eyes meeting your green. He cups your jaw with soft hands, staring at you all the while. He then leans in slowly but surely, inches closer and closer to your lips. Finally, the two collides, your lips dancing with his. Your eyes close completely and you moan subtly with every few kisses. He glides one of his hands down your shoulder and reaches for your shirt, lifting it to feel your body. His hands were warm and soft and you flinched when he pinched your nipple, Jumping under him, and startling him with your member.
"Oh shit!" he hollers felling your bulge thrust upwards on him.
You sense the reaction he made and smirk devilishly. He looks at you with uncertain eyes.
"w-what?" he questions. You grab his hips.
"Oi" He holler grabbing your hands. "Don't do that."
You laugh, hitting the back of the chair.
"Oh you think thats funny."
"heh, yeah" you chuckle
He hops off of your but doesn't let go of your hands, pulling you out of the chair. He swings you to the carpeted floor and crawls his way between your legs, startling you.
"Woah Chill!" You say startled. Your head lay in between his outstretched hands, and your legs instinctively wrapped around him impulsively (something you learned in your dojo). You gazed into his eyes and he in yours. He runs his fingers through your hair and smirks.
"You ready?" He asks, pulling out a condom from his pocket. You stare at the piece of plastic, also keeping consideration of the bulge pushing at your behind. Though this is your first time your curious to the feel of it. The pleasure.
You unbutton your pants buckle and smirk at him, blush still hot on your face. He took this as a yes. Steve lustfully kissed you, startling you before settling down and accepting the aggression. A tongue pushed at your lips before gaining permission and penetrating his mouth. Hands glided everywhere on the sweaty bodies and moaning and breathing were heavy. Steve pulls down your already unbuckled slacks to his ankles and begins working on his own. His pants lowered, clanking of he belt alarms you of this. You look down and see the large bulge, a little uncertain.
"Just trust me." Steve moans. He pulls your briefs off, exposing your lower body to the chilling cold air, making you flinch. He glides his hand up and down your bottom before reaching over to the counter that was right next to the love couch. He squirts some on his hands and rubs them together. He then intrudes your body with a finger, shocking you. You breath deeply as he does this. He slides in, then out almost rhythmically. Slowly... then faster, adding another finger in the process. You can't take much more of this and you start to yell in pleasure. He pulls out. And he drops his boxers. Then he begins to enter. He pushes lightly and the head pushes through. Steve pushes harder and harder before it finally pops in causing howarang's back to arch and head to go back. He yells a name.