Title: To Wake Up Beside You
Rating: Mature for homoerotica and casual sex
Chapter One
Two years past and at the age of fourteen, Syaoran was already in the middle of his freshman year in high school.
In that time, he'd grown into a slender beauty. With a full head of chocolate brown hair and bangs that fell just above a set of golden eyes, sun-kissed complexion, he was the definition of tall dark and handsome. One would call him a piece of eye candy, but with sweetness only skin deep.
It was third period, meaning Japanese. Standing by his locker, Syaoran debated on whether or not it was worth going to. He remembered that they were going to be reading poetry that day, which wouldn't be that bad. But if it was going to be another long lecture, he was sure he'd fall asleep.
He strolled down the hallway in contemplation, until someone called.
"Kinomoto."
He stopped and looked over his shoulder. A tall, broad shouldered upperclassman with short black hair walked up to him. Syaoran was sure he'd seen him on the soccer team before.
When the upperclassman caught up to him, he covered his mouth with the back of his hand and cleared his throat his eyes trailing away shyly. "Um, this is a little embarrassing to ask," he said in a low voice, "but do you still meet with guys on the rooftop? It doesn't have to be now, but…"
He trailed off his cheeks as red as a tomato.
Syaoran examined his body up and down, "I suppose now would be fine," he said, "I was thinking about skipping class anyway."
They walked up to the school rooftop. Wind caught Syaoran's hair and lifted in the breeze. He shaded his eyes from the radiating blue sky, walking out first. The upperclassman followed and closed the door behind them.
When he turned around, Syaoran clasped his arms around his neck and gave him a long kiss. The upperclassman leaned heavily against the door, allowing Syaoran to melt against his body. He wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close with one of his legs between Syaoran's thighs.
His lips were hot and quivering against Syaoran's, trying to keep up with his practiced, feverish kisses. Syaoran wondered if he was a virgin. He dragged his tongue over the upperclassman's bottom lip that parted so eagerly for him. The appendages slid against each other gathering saliva that nearly dripped down Syaoran's chin.
He grasped the upperclassman's hair by the handfuls, pressing against the hard bulge rubbing against his hip. He muffled a moan. Unconsciously squeezing his thighs together, creating more friction with the upperclassman's leg against his own growing arousal.
He broke the kiss, pulling a string of drool that broke seconds after their lips separated.
"Senpai," Syaoran panted, cupping the taller boy's face, "let's lay down…"
He nodded.
Syaoran led him backwards with the upperclassman's face still between his hands. They lowered onto the concrete with the older boy towering above him like a panting shield. Hot breath fanned his face. He pulled him down by his head overlapping his lips with the older boy's.
Their lips mashed together. Tongues delved into each other's moist caverns, exploring every inch until they were both breathless. Syaoran nipped the older boy's lower lip, growling impatiently when the upperclassman's cautious hips brushed against his.
He lifted his legs and wrapped them around the upperclassman's waist begging for intimacy.
Catching his drift, the upperclassman supported his weight into a pushup position. He adjusted his hips, so his arousal was layered fully over the Syaoran's lower abdomen. Then he gave Syaoran's manhood a slow, hard grind.
Their hips began to collide with each other sending waves of heat down Syaoran's body. He closed his eyes and moaned against the upperclassman's lips, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. He could feel his manhood throbbing with every bit of pressure ready to erupt from his dress pants at any moment.
One of the upperclassman's hands drifted past his waist and grasped his butt. He lifted him up, gaining more friction, letting out throaty groans as their grinds became rougher. Syaoran whimpered, desperately bucking his hips.
These pants were unbearable.
Not all their clothes came off. Only what was necessary. Syaoran let the older boy pull down his pants and throw them aside, while he just unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. Syaoran propped himself on his elbows to get a better look.
Pleased by its size, he sat up and grasped the upperclassman's cock with one hand and started to pump it. The older boy grunted, rocking his hips into his hand. Syaoran imagined he would be a good dominant when he reached over and took his own arousal and copied his motions.
Syaoran let out a light gasp.
Before he knew it, he was on his back and the upperclassman was spreading his buttocks and pressing his index finger into his pleading entrance. He clamped onto the older boy's shoulders. His face contorting from the feeling the rim of his asshole started being probed.
When he inserted his finger inside, Syaoran whimpered. His insides clenched subconsciously around the older boy's finger growing wet as he ventured deeper inside. His back arched as the second finger plunged inside, moaning as the boy did scissor motions stretching him out.
"Does this feel good?" the upperclassman asked, biting his lower lip.
Syaoran nodded.
He pushed the other boy's hand away from his ass, and rolled over onto his hands and knees with his butt raised. "Just put it in already," he murmured.
The upperclassman's hands grasped Syaoran's hips. The head of his erection pressed inside the cleft of his butt. He gritted his teeth as the older boy gently inched inside of him. If he was a virgin, he'd appreciate the upperclassman's carefulness, but he wasn't.
"Harder," Syaoran demanded, ready to flip them over and take the lead, "it's not like I'm new to this."
"S-sorry," the older boy stammered.
His next thrust was packed with more force, making Syaoran groan in joy. The upperclassman leaned over him. His big hands ran over Syaoran's nipples, pinching and rolling them between his finger and thumb. Syaoran closed his eyes, pressing his butt harder against the older boy's crotch, helping with the momentum of his calculated thrusts.
"Does this feel better?" The upperclassman asked.
"Yeah," Syaoran said, wrapping an arm around the boy's head, pulling him into a wet kiss.
They changed positions once with Syaoran sitting on the upperclassman's lap. His hands gripping Syaoran's thighs, keeping them spread as he lifted him up and down his cock. Syaoran jerked his body upward toes curling, feeling pressure building inside of him. Pre-cum dripped from his own cock urging for release. The upperclassman drove himself harder inside Syaoran throbbing inside of him, signaling that he was close as well.
Syaoran's clenched his muscles around the older boy's erection, causing him to make a higher pitched groan. A hot flow of release suddenly shot through Syaoran and spilled out of his entrance. The heat of his discharge, made Syaoran's cock tremble, reaching his own climax onto the pavement.
They sat for a while, panting, but when Syaoran felt the upperclassman soften, he stood up. His body shuddered as the contents from the other boy spilt out of him. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his head still a little light headed from the release. The older boy stumbled onto his feet and pulled out a couple tissues from his pocket, bowing to Syaoran as he offered one to him.
"Um, thank you for today," he said.
"No problem senpai," Syaoran said, accepting the tissue, "but we should probably hurry up before lunch starts, so we don't get caught."
"Y-yeah."
After Syaoran wiped himself off he threw his pants and underwear back on, and the upperclassman and him parted ways.
Later on after school, Syaoran stood by the school gate. He leaned against the brick wall surrounding the building with his backpack lying beside his feet. Wishing to sit down, because his body was still a little sore from the raw sex he had this morning. He glanced down the street, sighing when a familiar blue SUV came through.
It parked right in front of him. Syaoran picked up his backpack from the ground, slung it over his shoulder and opened the door. Inside of the SUV was a man with blond hair who greeted him with a smile.
"Good afternoon Syaoran kun," he said.
Syaoran tossed his bag inside the foot of the passenger seat and climbed inside, "hi Fai," he said and closed the door.
Fai. D Flourite was Syaoran's therapist. He was a flamboyant man in his mid-twenties. Every Thursday, he'd pick Syaoran up from school every for an hourly session.
He pulled away from the sidewalk and started to drive, "how was school?"
"Long."
"I've heard you're doing well," he continued happily, "Touya kun said you've been getting high marks on every exam, that's impressive."
Syaoran shrugged, "math comes easy to me, but I'm terrible in Japanese."
"What? But, you're getting a B, so it can't be that bad."
"I guess."
Fai chuckled, "you just set high standards for yourself."
The heart of Clow City was paved with cars. Sidewalks covered with people going in different directions. Buildings towered into the blue skies with TV's attached. Flashing billboards hung over open shop doors with big windows displaying clothes, toys, electronics and whatever else.
There were bums hanging out in alleyways, sitting by garbage cans. Businessmen waited on corners for the streetlights to change while talking on cellphones. Mothers pushed strollers, balancing shopping bags on their hip at the same time.
Fai pulled up to a wide building wrapped with windows, passing a large sign that said Spinel Sun Clinic. He turned onto a roundabout into the employee parking lot, and took a space with a gold plate engraved with his name. Syaoran unbuckled himself grabbed his bag and opened the car door. When Fai got out, he climbed out, shut the door and walked to the end of the SUV.
His therapist met him there and led him off the parking lot into the clinic.
They walked into lobby. An alignment of desks occupied one wall for admission with a large waiting area. Chairs were lined up like at a theater. Tables in between the chairs were piled with magazines for anyone's leisure.
Periodically, an intercom would come on and call someone's name.
An electronic map was at the far end of the hall where people could pinpoint their destination. Of course, with Fai being an employee, he didn't need one. They walked up to one of the elevators that were beside the map.
Fai pressed the up button.
There was a crescendo of dings. They watched the digital number displayed at the top of the elevator decrease. Once it hit the main floor, the doors slid open and a group of people filed out. Fai walked inside first. Syaoran followed him along with a few strays in tow.
Fai punched the button for the 8th floor. After the other people pressed the buttons for their desired level, they were flying up the elevator. Syaoran leaned his back against the railing attached to the wall, and gripped the bar.
When the elevator reached the 8th floor, it dinged and the doors slid open into another floor similar to the first. Except, this floor was the therapeutic center. They walked out across to one of the admission desks. Fai rested an arm on the marble counter and smiled at the woman behind the Plexiglas window.
"O hello Flourite san," she said looking up through her red-framed glasses.
"Hi Motsumoto chan, mind letting me in?" he smiled.
There were two animatronic doors on either side of the admission area. Both of them were secured sealed with a titanium frame. A bulb on the curved top center of the door blared red meaning they were still locked.
The office worker blushed, "Of course not."
She swiveled to the control panel beside her desk and pressed the button located in the top corner. The left door flashed green and whined as it opened on its own. Fai thanked her and then he and Syaoran proceeded inside.
They walked down a long white hallway, passing a few open doors. When they reached a fork, Fai took a left turn down a second corridor where another doctor was leading a patient down the opposite way. They waved at each other.
When they got to a door in the middle of the hall, Fai stopped and took his keys out from his pocket and unlocked the door. He held the door open for Syaoran. Syaoran stepped inside the spacious office. He meandered over to his usual spot on the black leather sofa and sat down.
Fai's office was huge, almost too huge.
Surrounded by windows to the point where it was like no walls existed. The floor was mostly tile, except for a select few carpeted areas where furniture was. Some potted plants were set in designated corners. There was a bathroom kitty-corner from where they entered.
Fai's desk was right by the sitting area. It had a desktop computer, papers stapled together in piles, some pictures, a coffee mug filled with pencils. Beneath it were some short filing cabinets.
There was a wide space left completely unoccupied. Fai said he kept it open, because some of his patients like to pace when they're frustrated. In the living room area where Syaoran sat, there were two love seats across from each other with a large armchair beside them both and a little wooden coffee table in the middle.
Fai sat down in the armchair, "alright," he said, and picked up a clipboard that was already sitting on the coffee table, "let's begin, how have things been in general? Are you getting along with others?"
"Same old same old," Syaoran stretched, "I had sex with an upperclassman today."
Fai's brow creased a frown setting in.
"You're still doing that?"
"Yeah."
Fai began scribbling, "Did you know him?"
"No," Syaoran sputtered a laugh, "I didn't even know his name." He laid back on the loveseat, his arms folded behind his head, kicked back with his feet propped up on the armrest.
"So why did you do it?" Fai asked.
"He was nice to me."
"I see," Fai peered up from his notes, "are you usually treated badly?"
Syaoran scrunched his eyebrows, "not usually, I've dealt with jerks before, but it's more like they just want a quickie if you know what I mean?"
Fai nodded, "so did you like it?"
"Are you asking if I liked having sex with that guy?"
"Yes."
"Wow, awkward," Syaoran laughed, "Um, he wasn't very experienced, but it wasn't bad. I'd say just below average performance mostly because we did it raw."
"I see, so you had no feelings for him?" Fai asked.
"No."
"How about afterwards?"
"Not really," Syaoran stared up at the ceiling, "you know how casual sex is, you share a moment with them and then you forget their name." He snorted another laugh, "well in my case I didn't even know their name."
"Do you think he had feelings for you?"
"I don't think so, not that it's not possible, but I've done it with straight guys, and it's either because they want to experiment or get some pent up frustration out." Syaoran explained offhandedly, "I'm pretty easy and girly looking so that's a bonus."
"It bothers me that you're okay with that," Fai remarked, "so you feel like you're helping them?"
"I don't know, maybe, I'm mostly doing it for myself."
Fai's eyebrows crinkled, "how so?"
Syaoran rolled over onto his side, tapping his fingers on the armrest a smile crossed his sultry lips, "because I'm desperate for intimacy."
The therapist's eyes enlarged then darted away, coughing into his fist, "how about your home life?" he went on casually, "is everything going well?"
"Like a doll house, fake as hell."
Fai's frown deepened, "what do you mean?"
"I play the good brother, I'm a super student, athlete, and gifted with good looks, but if they only knew my dark side," Syaoran said, deepening his voice.
"Nobody's perfect," Fai pointed out, "are you being treated well?"
"Yeah, Touya gets on my nerves sometimes, but it isn't too bad."
"How so?"
Syaoran grimaced, "I don't know, I kind of feel like he wants me to open up to him, but I just don't feel like it right now. He's pretty smart, so I think he has an idea of what I do when I'm at school."
"Typical older brother," Fai chuckled while writing, "How about your sister?"
Something in Syaoran's eyes warmed, "she's…innocent to the point where she's pretty freaking gullible, but she's sweet."
"Sounds like you have a soft spot for her."
"She's my princess," Syaoran declared shamelessly, "I think that's another reason why Touya and I don't see eye to eye, he's jealous."
Fai raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure the two of you can compromise."
"Probably," Syaoran yawned, "man my ass hurts…"
A/N Originally, this was supposed to be the third chapter, but I changed my mind and figured we'd jump right into action! Sorry if the honorifics annoy you all, but it just feels weird without them.
Anyways I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! Be sure to tune in next week for another!