Caught in the Act: A fangirls best friend

Saiyuki AU FF: Ordinary World Pt. 7

Pairing/Rating: 85/MA

Pic by EGS!

The milk tea slid down his throat--icy cold, sweet with the bite of bitter black tea at the end--flooding his mouth as he swallowed reflexively. He gulped more of the cold beverage, breathing deeply to settle his nerves and racing heart. Thumbing the volume button a few decibels higher, forcing himself to hum along with the slide of the steel guitar and valiantly trying to ignore the blatant thumping of his heart as it hammered unrepentant against the inside of his chest. His fingers found the edge of his faded work shorts and adjusted the sudden hard line pressing against his inner thigh, cursing as the slight movement sent sparks racing along his nerves.

Another deep gulp of the bitter, mind clearing, liquid. Another roll of the mouse. He groaned as his mind eagerly imaged what his eyes were feeding it, their depths glowing slightly in the wan light cast from the monitor. His finger slid against the wheel again and he gasped, fingers shaking as he reached for the tea, hissing sharply as they missed and the cold bottle impacted wetly with his already painfully sensitive groin.

"Fuck." He growled, the word indistinguishable as it rolled gravely around on his tongue. He took a quick glance over his shoulder at the glowing red counter of his clock, his eyes lingering over the door knob just beyond it. He still had a bit of time if someone upstairs liked him at all.

Gingerly he prodded the button on the paint speckled cloth, nails clawing at the too constrictive zipper. Sucking in a ragged breath through gritted teeth he rolled the page down a bit more as his left hand slid between the fabric of his boxers and the taut skin of his lower abdomen. Licking his lips he reread the line again, the voice in his head almost as good as the real thing mainly because for as wantonly and elegantly, or in this case, as cock-jumpingly crudely written as it was, nothing could compare to the real mind numbing, ass burning sensation he knew it represented.

Just thinking of those long fingers teasing him like the words on the page…he bit down hard on his bottom lip and grunted, his pulse speeding up as he bucked helplessly into his own hand. Leaning his head back, his hips jerking forward he froze mid-stroke as it connected with a slightly giving surface. Screwing his eyes shut guiltily he rubbed his cheek back and forth, the soft sound of rustling fabric making everything so real all of a sudden.

"I told you I'd be right back, didn't I?" the soft voice in his ear hummed questioningly.

"Yeah, fuck, when did…oh hell." He stumbled, giving up coherent thought as he shivered, long fingers gently tracing invisible patterns across his jaw and neck.

"About a year now; did you like it?"

He groaned as the pads whispered over his lips, greedily sucking them into the moist warmth of his mouth as he turned into the caress.

"Ah, I'll take that as a yes then." The voice smiled into his neck, shifting closer to his own mouth, but still too far away to touch it. He whimpered bucking up as cool fingers loosely fisted his steadily hardening cock.

"Fuck, yeah. Is everything you write…ungh…you know…" He hissed as nails dragged lightly over the hot flesh, skipping over the slit and down the underside, arching backwards in the chair as far as possible without tipping.

"Not always, although I must admit recently they have taken on a much more…explicit nature." He groaned as those dexterous fingers caught the ribbed flesh on the down stroke, as they cupped him hard before withdrawing to the safety of his stomach, curling through the small hairs before abandoning him altogether.

Writhing in the chair he struggled to pry open his eyes and look up into the gorgeous orbs above. They were breathtaking in their amused indifference.

"Why?" he breathed hurriedly, pulse racing as those forest green pools blinked down at him, innocence and seduction mingling in their depths.

"Why?" the eyes glittered as their owner parroted his question. Sinking down in front of him, fingers trailing across his jaw and lips, that perfectly pouty mouth twitched in amusement.

"Because I can of course." He smiled up at his lover before those same lips wrapped around him and sucked. Rasping as he moaned around the pulsing cock, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his head, "Gojyo…"

Throwing his head back he shuddered violently, the warm flush of his release hot and sticky across the others face and mouth. "Ha..kkai! Fuck!"

Hakkai smiled around the still throbbing flesh, pulling back to gaze lovingly on his partners post-colloidal bliss.

"'Kai?'" He mumbled lethargically, watching as the coffee haired man shimmied out of his own jeans.

Hakkai thumbed a bead of the pearly white liquid into his mouth, relishing Gojyo's shudder as he pulled himself up his chest. He leaned heavily on the man as he crawled up and over his thighs before settling just behind the quickly softening member.

"I do so hope you aren't planning on napping like an old man." He quipped. "I'd find that rather rude—leaving me in the lurch like this."

Wrapping Gojyo's hands around his hips he rolled them forward. Grinding down onto Gojyo's lap as the red-head moaned, his fingers rubbing little circles into the hollows of his hips. Tossing his head back, Hakkai barely restrained the growl of frustration he felt welling up inside him. He wanted more…now.

Leaning in he caught Gojyo's eyes, a feral glint sparking in their dark depths. Gojyo knew that look, knew it well enough to reach up with one hand, the fingers rasping the sensitive skin at the back of his neck as he pulled Hakkai in for a scorching kiss that left his lips swollen and bruised. He could feel Gojyo's free hand sliding down to tangle in the dark curls, his thumb trapping the straining shaft between forefinger and thumb, tightening to keep him from coming even as his right hand tipped his head to the side, exposing the pale neck just before biting down hard on the jugular.

Hakkai bucked up into his fist as he cried out, his body surging forward against the red-head even as his own twitched into life. Gojyo smirked around the bobbing Adam's apple and pulled his lover closer to him. Hakkai arched up into the touch, trembling as he felt Gojyo slouch down, arranging himself under Hakkai; the twitching tip of his cock lightly prodding him open.

They groaned in unison as Hakkai sucked him in, panting for a moment as they tried to collect themselves; completely wrapped up in each others feel and smell and taste as they slowly slid against the other. The squelching sounds of their movements were all but covered by the steady stream of guttural moans and cries filled their room. Rising to a crescendo as Gojyo pounded mercilessly into the tight warmth of Hakkai's ass. Thrusting repeatedly against his prostrate as the petite brunette clung to him desperately, his nails racking across his back as the pleasure finally crashed over him, his toes curling alongside the feet of the chair as he came hard.

Collapsing on top of Gojyo he held on as Gojyo thrust once more and then filled him for the second time that evening. It was an uncomfortable position to be so comfortable in he decided, smiling tenderly into the crook of Gojyo's shoulder. He was fairly certain both of their backs were going to be killing him tomorrow, and that his students were certainly going to give him hell for the hickey on his throat, but sitting there with Gojyo filling every single one of his senses he knew he just didn't care. He also knew that he'd have to leave his fanfiction out for display a bit more often. His carelessness had been a great mistake.

Fin.