From the moment they stepped into the bedroom, they had a problem.
Shu's nerves started to get the best of him once he saw the bed, laying there so innocently on the floor with impeccably folded sheets and fluffed pillows. A bed that he had sat on, leaned against, looked at and slept on so artlessly over the years. Over the course of his friendship with Hiro, he never once harboured the idea that he would one day be laying on that exact bed under much more adult pretences.
It was amazing that something so boring and provincial could be flipped Jekyll and Hyde style, to instantly become an essential part in some of the most debauched immorality one could envision, simply by turning out the light.
It made everything Shuichi imagined he was capable of so much more real, yet so embarrassingly unattainable that it scared the courage right out of him. He started falling back to stall tactics.
"So…should we turn the light off, uh, when-when we do this?" Shuichi asked stiffly, as Hiro started stepping closer and closer to him, herding him nearer and nearer to the bed.
"I think it should be off, but we can leave it on if you want." Hiro replied softly. The sex ed teachers had told them that if they couldn't have sex with the lights on then they weren't mature enough to be having sex at all, but what did it matter if they were mature enough?
It wasn't like one of them was going to end up pregnant because they weren't mature enough to leave the lights on and use condoms, like with other teenagers their age. Hiro was one step ahead on the rubber front anyway. He'd secretly borrowed some from Yuji and stashed them in his nightstand drawer. He had a tube of lubricant in there as well.
When he put them in there he really didn't think they'd need it, but he had it just in case.
Shuichi gulped. "Well, If you think we should turn them off then that's fine with me." He stepped aside, out of Hiro's path and hopped over to the light switch.
"Wait!" Hiro cried suddenly as Shu was reaching for the switch. "Don't turn it off just yet! I want to…to, uh…"
"To what?" Shuichi asked enquiringly. He thought he had an idea, but wanted to let Hiro say it on his own.
"I want to…to see you…" The red head stammered, blushing profusely as he forced out the words.
What he'd said didn't quite make sense to Shuichi at first. "You can see me I'm standing right…Oh." Shu's resulting blush matched Hiro's shade of red almost perfectly.
"Yeah…"
Shu smiled a little and averted his eyes sheepishly. "I want to see you too."
Hiro instantaneously felt like much less of a pervert.
For a moment they just stood there, neither of them sure who should take the plunge and strip first.
At last Hiro volunteered and started to slowly take off his clothes. His T-shirt came off first and Shuichi was instantly mesmerized by his chest. It looked paler then his arms, smooth and firm. Not exceedingly muscular, but then Hiro wasn't the weight lifting, bulked up type. He was sexy, in a blue jeans, boy-next-door, plain white T-shirt, kind of way which was exactly why Shuichi liked him.
Just watching Hiro's dusky, reddish brown nipples slowly harden in the cold room made him blush a shade darker. He was beginning to feel aroused again and marvellously confidant.
The next thing to come off were Hiro's jeans and, much to Shuichi's amazement, his Nittle Grasper boxer shorts. He more or less pulled them both down at once, bending at the waist further then he had to, to try and keep himself covered for as long as possible. He was starting to get hard and he was feeling a little embarrassed to let Shuichi see it, but he straightened up anyway, eyes turned away. His arms fidgeted awkwardly at his sides because he didn't know what he was supposed to do with them, besides want to cover himself. It was instinct and had nothing to do with Shuichi being the one staring at him.
Shu had seen Hiro partially naked in the change rooms at school, and of course when they were little. On more then one occasion they had jumped into one too many mud puddles at the playground and been forced by Hiro's mother to bathe the moment they slogged through the door.
He had not, however, seen Hiro get naked just for him. Only for him.
It seemed strange to the aspiring musician that there would be so much of a difference, but the increasing pressure in his pants made it abundantly clear that there was one. Never before had he been so transfixed on another person, as he was on Hiro's body at that very moment. It was as if his eyes were dying of thirst and Hiro was a tall, cool, redheaded, glass of water. He couldn't stop drinking in the sight he was seeing. It took his breath away, but in a good context.
Shuichi's eyes burning over his body started to make Hiro a bit self-conscious and uneasy, because it felt strange to have someone else's eyes fixed so intently on his naked form. It wasn't that it was a guy, or that it was his best friend, It was just that it was another person. Up until that point, nobody had ever really looked at him, all of him, in a sexual way before.
Besides his family, nobody had ever really seen him completely naked at all, and even then the last time they'd seen him, he had been well under ten years old. Needless to say it was giving him some rather unique sensations.
Hiro loudly cleared his throat and the spellbound expression was shaken from Shuichi's face. He hadn't realized he'd been staring so intensely.
"Sorry I was staring, I…well this is probably going to sound really gay, but…" He scoffed as he rolled his eyes and smiled, " just looking at you like this made me start to think. I realized that I've never noticed just how beautiful you are, Hiro, but not just your body, I mean all of you, everything about you." He made an encompassing motion with his hand that was vaguely circular. "Your personality, your smile, your sense of humor, the way you can always make me laugh! I can just be myself around you and you're happy with that. You're a beautiful person and I can't believe it's taken me so long to realize how lucky I am to have you in my life, now so more then ever."
Most guys would hit you if you called them beautiful, but Hiroshi Nakano wasn't like most guys. To his knowledge most guys didn't get misty eyed when their best friend poured out their heart and soul trying to explain just how much they meant to them.
"Shuichi, I don't really know what to say... You, described exactly how I feel about you all the time, probably better then I ever could have myself. That was perfect. Thank you."
Shuichi smiled as he stepped closer. He started to pull his shirt over his head while he walked. He dropped the green t-shirt to the floor and stepped towards Hiro. Hiro stayed put.
Shuichi removed his jeans and underwear, kicking them aside. It really was impossible not to stare, because while this was the first time either of them had had someone else look at them in a sexual way, this was also the first time they had ever looked intimately at another's body. As well, it was the first time they'd ever really said I love you to another person and understood what it meant.
Hiro shivered a bit, which he thought was quite strange since his skin had never felt hotter in his entire life.
Shuichi took one final step and they were almost nose to nose.
Hiro shifted his gaze upward, and smiled softly.
The pink haired boy blushed and gave Hiro a yearning, desirous look.
"I want to touch you so badly it hurts." He whispered quietly, his hands starting to brush up the sides of Hiro's thighs. The red head gasped sharply at Shu's feather light touches. Lightning coursed over his burning skin where Shuichi touched him, as tremors shivered up his body.
While he ran his finger tips and nails lazily up and down Hiro's back, Shu drew himself in closer to his friend, moulding their naked bodies together. His pink head rested in the crook of Hiro's neck as his eyes closed. Hiro brought his arms up to hold Shuichi tightly against his chest, his face rubbing tenderly against his friends. For one isolated moment, it felt as though the world had slowed to a stop. There was nothing else that mattered except for their hearts beating in unison, their lungs breathing in and out in time with one another. At that exact moment, they were one.
Then, in an instant, that perfect world reached it's limit… and shattered. It broke into a million shimmering pieces and left them standing breathless and alone in their own separate bodies once again. Shuichi's breathing sped up as he became aware of Hiro's arousal pressed hard and firm against his own. He pressed back and was rewarded with a deep sigh from Hiro and a warm wave of pleasure that resonated down to his toes and up to his scalp, leaving him tingling and hypersensitive. He could feel the air current in the room as it gently swirled past them, the scratchy fibre of the carpet burned his feet, and the hair on Hiro's arms and legs felt rough and wonderful against his skin.
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