Note:Here's the 3rd chapter!
I'm terribly sorry for the late update! I was very busy this month... I wrote a longer chapter so please forgive me! m(._ _.)m
I apologize for the clumsy lemon part, I'm still not used to writing it(or rather, I'd say I'm just not fit for it). ^^;
This chapter is set before the previous one, it's just FukuAra, about the time Arakita confessed.
I hope you enjoy~
Of course, a big thank you to those of you who favorited, followed and reviewed~ （人=3=）
Inspired by Choco Strawberry Vanilla by Psyche Delico!
Warning:BoyxBoy and Lemon. Also, Arakita's colorful language.
Disclaimer:For the characters' joy, I don't own them or this manga/anime. The original story belongs to Watanabe Wataru.
Sweet
Arakita kept his eyes tightly shut as he went through his thoughts.
He exhaled slowly as he opened his eyes. Those sharp black eyes now filled with resolve.
"Fuku-chan," called out the ace-assistant as he closed his locker, "stay behind for a bit? I need to talk to you about something."
The boys were changing after practice. This clubroom was for the six of them alone, separated from the other club's members.
Although there were only six of them, the room was quite lively, especially thanks to Toudou and Manami.
Fukutomi turned around to look at his teammate, "Is it something you can't say here?"
His voice was not accusing nor mocking, his, was only a plain question.
Arakita knew his captain meant no harm, he knew… but still, right now that stern voice made him feel even more nervous and self-conscious than he already was.
"Yeah…sorry 'bout that."
As he said so, Arakita crunched his fist, trying to stop his hand from trembling.
"Understood." was Fukutomi's simple reply.
After a while Arakita finished to change. He didn't purposely take it slowly, but his shaking hands made the whole thing last longer than usual.
His trembling fingers could easily go unnoticed by others, but Arakita found them incredibly annoying since they made things difficult for him, who was trying to button his shirt up.
As time went by, one by one the other boys left, now leaving only three of them.
"Let's go?" asked Shinkai as he put on his bag and unwrapped a power-bar.
"Sorry Shinkai. Arakita and I need to discuss something. You go first."
As he was told so from his childhood friend, Shinkai nodded and smiled back "Got it. See you later then. Bye, Yasutomo!"
As the red-head went out of the door, silence filled the room.
"Arakita, I see you quite worried. Is it such an important matter?"
"No- yeah…it depends?"
The black-haired boy's confused/confusing reply made Fukutomi's brows furrow, making his stern expression looking even more intimidating.
Arakita couldn't bring himself to look Fukutomi in the eyes.
A simple thing such as breathing right know proved to be quite challenging for him.
His heart was jumping out of his chest and his lugs left heavy as blood rushed to his head.
This was really close to the sensation he felt after a hard bicycle race.
"Arakita, are you fine? You're sweating."
As he commented so, with his curled up index, Fukutomi caressed the other's forehead.
His gentle touch didn't match at all his expressionless face.
Arakita could do nothing but stare at Fukutomi's face. Wondering why he fell for such a stone-face, but also found himself thinking again why it had to be him.
"I like you."
As he stared in awe at his captain, the words that he pondered and suffered so much over, escaped from his slightly opened lips.
When he realized what he said, Arakita quickly bit his mouth shut.
He planned and thought of so many ways of saying it, and even expected for it to come out a but worse than he planned because of the nervousness, but never did he expect for it to come out like that.
"S-sorry about that…forget what I just said." his voice hoarse as he lowered his head to hide his face.
After a long silence, which to Arakita felt like eternity, Fukutomi spoke up. "You like me?"
His voice was the same unwavering one as ever. Since he couldn't look at the other, Arakita couldn't see if his captan was angry at him, disgusted or if he was making fun of him. But what scared him most was that he knew that it was none of those.
"Y-yeah, that's right!" he lifted his head to face the other, wanting to sound as convincing as possible, "But don't get me wrong, I meant…as a person! A friend, a teammate!"
Arakita sharp eyes widened at the sight in front of him.
"Not as…a lover?"
Fukutomi's expressionless face changed only a bit. They were so very small details, but they were enough for Arakita to read disappointment on the captain's face.
"Sorry about that. I seem to have misunderstood." as he said so, Fukutomi turned around.
When he was about to pick up his bag, Arakita stopped him by yanking his arm.
"N-no! You didn't misunderstand!" facing the other was even more difficult than earlier, so instead Arakita stared at the captain's neck.
"I…do like you, Fuku-chan."
His voice shook a bit as he gripped into the fabric of the other's shirt.
Fukutomi got hold of the hand that was gripping him, wrapping his bigger hand around those slightly trembling fingers.
"Not as a friend, as a teammate, but as a…lover?"
No verbal reply came, instead Arakita quietly nodded.
Fukutomi took that small nod, that trembling hand and those red ears as a yes.
"Thank you, Arakita." he leaned in closed, and kissed Arakita between his eyes. "I feel the same."
"Arakita, I'm going to kiss you." called out Fukutomi, half-warning half-asking for permission.
The ace-assistant swallowed hard, realizing now that he forgot about such a simple thing as salivating.
"Y-yeah…come."
As Fukutomi leaned in closer, Arakita couldn't bear to keep his eyes open, so he shut them close.
Then, he felt a soft sensation on his lips. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fukutomi's face distancing from his own.
Arakita Yasutomo, third year of high school, just had his first kiss. A close-eyed, gentle and a bit awkward kiss.
Then the hands that were on his shoulders, moved to his face, cupping his two cheeks.
Fukutomi brought their lips together once more. After a small peck, he kissed him again, this time pressing more and for longer.
After pulling away for a bit, the blonde's hands lowered a bit, now resting on the other's jaw.
His fingers caressed Arakita's reddened ears, his voice barely a whisper "Arakita, open your mouth."
Obeying, the black-haired boy relaxed, opening a bit the lips that until now were tightly shut close.
First Fukutomi licked the other's mouth, then turned his head and positioned their faces, for better access.
The captain pushed his tongue though those thin lips, meeting almost right away the other's tongue.
Arakita tried his best to reciprocate the kiss, but after seeing that more than helping he was getting on the other's way, he let Fukutomi lead.
Their tongues intertwined together, making Arakita's mouth a wet mess.
When Fukutomi pushed further in, licking the no.2's palate, the ace-assistant felt a shiver run down his spine.
As their kiss deepened, Arakita felt his whole body tremble.
When Fukutomi finally pulled away, finishing with a chaste peck, as soon as he let go, he felt his teammate sliding down.
"A-Arakita?" asked concerned the captain as he grabbed the other by the arm.
"S-sorry…my legs…" Arakita couldn't even finish his sentence, as he panted heavily.
Fukutomi held onto the other, and when he realized that the slender boy's legs gave in, a wide smile, which actually looked like a tiny smirk on his face, appeared.
"Fuku-chan…that definitely wasn't your first time." commented the black-haired boy as he wiped his mouth and chin, soaked wet with saliva.
"It wasn't." replied Fukutomi, letting go of Arakita who seemed now able to stand on his own. "Does it bother you?"
The ace-assistant averted his eyes, pushed his lower lip out, pouting. "…Yeah."
Seeing him like that, Fukutomi couldn't help but think that that Arakita Yasutomo, Hakone Academy's Lone Wolf, was «…Cute.»
"Sorry."
Even though he apologized, Arakita probably sensed that the he wasn't particularly feeling apologetic. In fact he only scoffed in reply.
"Arakita." called out the captain in his usual flat tone.
"What now?" asked Arakita, a bit more bitterly than he wanted it to be.
"Let's take care of that, shall we?"
Arakita looked at Fukutomi's finger and followed its line. When he noticed that it pointed to his hardened crotch, his face went from red to violet and then blue.
"W-what!? Don't point idiot! I-it's just a natural reaction!" quickly, he placed both of his hands over it, to cover as much as possible.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. On the contrary, I'm quite happy you feel like that because of me."
Those words moved Arakita, making him feel as if flowers were blooming around them, just like in the shoujo manga he read. "Fuku-chan…"
And in that moment of lowered guard, Fukutomi charged in, unzipping the other's pants zip.
"Wha-wha-what! No no stop Fuku-chan! This is bad, I'm telling you!" protested Arakita as he tried to stop the other form pulling his trousers down.
Then Fukutomi hands stopped, "Arakita, you… Don't want to do this with me?"
"N-no it's not like that I just…"
"Well then…" but before Arakita could actually finish talking, with one yank, Fukutomi pulled his pants down.
"Gyaaaaa!"
"Shh. Be quiet or people might hear." whispered Fukutomi as he put his hand into Arakita's boxers, grabbing his member.
"No way. No way! Fuku-chan I- mmngh!"
Arakita protests quickly died down when Fukutomi started to caress him.
He took Arakita's thing out, now exposing it fully.
The ace-assistant hissed a bit when his most sensitive part made contact with cold air.
Fukutomi wrapped both of his hands around Arakita's cock, with one he stocked in a vertical motion and with the other he teased the tip.
"Nngh- Fu-Fuku-chan!"
"Arakita," he whisperer into the other's ear, "touch mine too."
Upon hearing those words, Arakita speechlessly stared at the budge in Fukutomi's pants.
Slowly, he undid the button and zip, then pulled the boxers down, revealing Fukutomi's half-hardened cock.
Arakita gulped down hard, feeling even more nervous now that he placed both of his hands around the captain's bigger thing.
As they stroked each other, both panted heavily.
After a while, Fukutomi pressed in closer, pushing their members together.
He wrapped one of his hand around Arakita's slender fingers, while he placed his other hand on the locker, to keep his balance.
With their current position, they were facing each other as Arakita was pressed against the lockers.
"Fuku-chan I'm close, I…"
A thin line of saliva escaped his mouth, as Arakita panted hard.
"Come." whispered Fukutomi in a flat but lower-than-normal tone.
As if to obey his command, Arakita came.
"Gaaa-aaaaahhh!"
His whole body shook uncontrollably, and even after he climaxed, he still trembled slightly.
His legs gave in a bit, but he still managed to keep standing as he leaned into Fukutomi.
As he tried to catch his breath, Arakita's eyes wandered to the other's thing.
"Fuku-chan, you're still…"
"It's fine. Don't worry about me."
"No, well…" Arakita lowered himself, now on his knees "…let me."
"It's fine. No need to force yourself." replied Fukutomi as he was kind of covering his thing.
"I'm not," insisted Arakita, grabbing and pushing the other's hands away, "so let me."
After receiving a nod form Fukutomi, Arakita placed both of his hands around his captain's member.
He was so focused that he only looked at what was in front of him. And when he finally lifted his head, the sight that he missed until now surprised him.
Fukutomi, with his eyes shut, was quietly panting. When a drop a sweat rolled down from his cheek to his chin and then fell down, Arakita felt as if something within him broke.
Fukutomi's eyes snapped open when he felt a strange yet soft sensation. Upon lowering his view, he saw that Arakita just kissed the tip of his thing.
"Ara-"
Before he could say anything else, Arakita opened his mouth and took Fukutomi's member in.
As the ace-assistant went on to lick and stoke, Fukutomi could feel that he was getting closer and closer.
"Arakita!"
His hands that until now caressed those black hair, now pulled on them harshly, yanking Arakita away.
Fukutomi pulled away because he didn't want to come inside the other's mouth, but the result of his action was that now Arakita's face was a mess, smeared all over by semen.
"My bad, I dirtied you." although Fukutomi quite liked the sight in front of him, he still felt guilty for what he did.
"It's fine, it's fine." replied Arakita as he leaned into the handkerchief that Fukutomi took out to wipe him clean.
"But really…Thanks, Fuku-chan." said Arakita a bit absent-mindedly as he waited for the captain to lock up their club-room.
"About what?"
"Well… for answering my feelings." as he scratched his cheek with his index, Arakita felt somehow shy.
"No need to thank me. We both feel that way after all."
Those simple words made Arakita's heart explode with happiness.
"Arrgh!" when he couldn't bear it anymore, the black-haired boy squatted down. His sitting position revealing how much of a former-delinquent he was.
"Arakita?" asked Fukutomi, confused by the other's odd behavior.
Arakita, with his cheek still red, took the hand that was offered to him.
With their hands entwined, ace and assistant walked towards their dorm.
The full moon beautifully shined into the dark blue sky, illuminating their path.
"So," started Fukutomi with his usual flat, almost bored voice, "when will it be?"
Arakita raised an eyebrow at that, "What?"
"When are we going to announce it?"
"Like I said, what?" sweat-dropped the Lone Wolf, «As always it's hard to get what Fuku-chan is thinking…»
"When are we going to tell the others about us?"
Fukutomi continued to speak without stopping walking, and with his usual flat tone and expressionless face.
At first Arakita froze, but then quickly recovered.
"Don't fuck around Fuku-chan, what are you talking about!? There's no way we're telling the others!"
Fukutomi brows furrowed a bit in confusion, "Why is that?"
"Haa? What do you mean why!?" panicked the black-haired boy.
"Why can't we tell them? I see no reason to hide it."
Arakita blushed hopelessly, not really getting why, but he felt incredibly happy by the other's words, about how he felt about their relationship.
"A-anyway," said the ace-assistant after he cleared his throat, "no means no, alright!?"
Although still confused and not fully satisfied, Fukutomi nodded in agreement. "Understood."
When they almost reached their dorm, Arakita slowly and almost lonelily let go of Fukutomi's hand.
The lingering warmth was so unbearable that he quickly tucked his hands into his pockets.
"Arakita, about what we said just now…" started the captain, "I still want to tell about us to one person, is that fine?"
Arakita felt a bit happy about how Fukutomi was being considerate and asked him for confirmation first.
"Yeah, sure. If it's someone you trust, then I'm fine with it."
"Also…" before, continuing Fukutomi opened and closed his mouth a few time, as if he was insecure whether to speak or not.
"I want you to meet this person. It doesn't have to be now, but…this is my most important person so I want you to meet them."
Arakita's body stiffened a those words, but he still tried to keep his cool "Sure, anytime you want Fuku-chan."
Truth was that 'most important person' scared him. Those words were heavy and more than anything, filled with affection.
It didn't mean that it was someone Fukutomi loved in that way, but the fact that Arakita was sure that it wasn't his family either, worried him.
The facts, that Fukutomi returned his feelings and that he wanted to tell this person about them, helped him to calm down.
But still, that awful feeling in his guts was telling him that the sensation he was feeling now was a bad omen.
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