A/N: HEY LISTEN! THIS HAS MATURE STUFF AND STUFF AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ.
School started up in another week, much to the displeasure of the students. It was still hot as all hell outside and inside the school building, the air conditioner hadn't been fixed over break, and the workload was twice as heavy as it had been at the end of the previous trimester.
For Daichi, the work was no trouble, and he was left with more time than he knew what to do with. It started off with tending to his plants for a couple of hours every night, after he'd unknowingly neglected them when Katsuo had stayed over for a couple days. He would talk to them, thriving off the symbiotic relationship each shared. But soon, his stories of Katsuo and Anna and their adventures grew old. There was nothing left to talk about.
So he spent his evenings watching reruns of game shows, and after a while, even that became boring. Then he started to cook, and when that got boring, he began to clean the massive apartment. But waking up to the smells of bleach and Windex did not suit the penthouse, and Daichi quickly scrapped the hobby when he saw his father sniffing at the clean sink curiously, flinching at the strong odor.
That's when, to relieve his severe boredom, he turned to the study, browsing the shelves until a book popped out at him, and he would read it, cover to cover. Being the only son of a major author (and his 'too normal' husband), Daichi had learned to read at an early age, a skill that easily developed into his ability to speed read.
The majority of the books in the miniature library were solemn colors, odes to the histrionic plots and exaggerated romances and tragedy. But to Daichi's astonishment, a large part of a half of one shelf was decorated with frivolous pink and white books, staining an otherwise drab room with a splash of warm magenta.
Needless to say, they certainly caught his eye, and his curiosity.
So he sat, reading through what appeared to be some high school drama romance novel (if he could even call it a novel. It was more like a series of novellas, in his eyes). However, to his embarrassment, he could not tear his eyes from the page as the dirty words flowed in and out of his vision.
Who would write something so erotic and have the nerve to publish it? Daichi thought, even as his arousal tightened in his pants and his cheeks flushed. He kept reading, desperate to soothe his curiosity and his now apparent erection.
His options were not manifold. It was either masturbate (which, he decided, sounded like a great idea) and run the risk of getting caught by his prude papa, or just wait it out, which sounded painful and probably required a cold shower at some point.
He chose the easier option, unfastening his school uniform's button and pressing his left hand beyond the waistband. He gently stroked the hard flesh once before wrapping his hand around the shaft and squeezing, eliciting a groan from himself. His eyes scanned the pages again, reading over the dirty words and dialogue, imagining the scene between the naïve uke, Mizuki, and the ever-attractive, smart, and seductive seme, Akihiro. He pulled his erection from the confines of his pants and pumped at it, imagining himself in the place of Mizuki, and Katsuo in the place of Akihiro. His gut tightened at the thought of the blond, sucking his neck, biting his way down the silverette's chest until he had made his way to his pelvis, where, like the Akihiro in the novella, would suddenly take his cock into his mouth.
Daichi imagined the nails dragging along his heated flesh were Katsuo's teeth, the hot wetness was his mouth, and the ridges between his fingers was the roof of Katsuo's mouth. The thoughts sent shivers down his spine, his thumb rubbing the tip of his wet erection as soft groans escaped his throat. Damn, he was close already, his gut coiling his pleasure. He hunched over, bringing his right hand up to stifle his moan as he came into his hand, white spots staining his vision just how his semen stained his hand.
He fell back onto the carpet, tension falling from his body. Oh how he wished he could cuddle up next to his blond boyfriend after an orgasm like that, or better yet, satisfy him too. A grin found its way onto the silverette's face, jade eyes lighting up with his mischievous nature.
Daichi hastily tucked himself back into his pants as he stood, turning to leave the library area when his green eyes met his father's amethyst. There was an eery silence after they locked eyes, and while it was uncomfortable and embarrassing to Daichi, Akihiko found it rather amusing. He cocked his head toward the small cabinet in the corner of the room, smirking.
"There are tissues and lube in the third drawer. Don't be wasteful. And if you want something that will suit your tastes a little more, check out the thirty-fourth volume. I'm sure you'll find it to your liking."
As soon as he finished talking, Daichi exclaimed, "Don't you dare tell Papa about this!" The only answer he got in return was a slight chuckle and a shake of the head from his father before he turned on his heel and strode away from the door of the study.
In his post-orgasmic state, he hardly registered the seeping wetness on his hand, nor did he realise his dry hand was reaching for the 34th volume with increasing curiosity.
A/N: OH MAH GOTT PLS DON'T KILL ME! I PROMISE I HAVEN'T ABANDONED THIS.. story writing thing. I just.. Too much school work. Being a junior in highschool is too much work. TOO MUCH I TELL YOU!
And this chapter is going to put me at 30,000 words and 48 pages.. whut, how?!