Chapter 1
Akira didn't like it when Kaede came to live with them after his mother died. Kaede was his father's other son, a young one year than Akira and nothing like him.
It was the end of summer when Kaede arrived on their doorstep and Akira had his first look at him. Until then, he only existed for Akira as a subject of arguments between his parents. It was usually about the money his father sent to Kaede's mother.
Once he moved in, he lived in their apartment like a ghost. He was quiet and withdrawn, but he still somehow managed to get under Akira's skin. Maybe it was Kaede's blue-eyed good looks that irritated Akira. Not that Akira was bad looking. Far from it. He had dark hair and dark blue-eyes, a good build. Just having turned eighteen, he had a man's body, solid and strong.
Akira was perfectly aware of his power to attract anyone he wanted, while Kaede carried himself like he had no clue how gorgeous he was. He walked around, unkempt, slouching, like he didn't give a crap. On top of that, Kaede was stuck up, thought he was better than Akira. Akira's father claimed he was just quiet and reserved, but he didn't buy it.
When his father forced him to invite Kaede to hang out or go to a movie, Kaede always refused. And he didn't just refuse, he didn't even consider saying yes. He didn't even think about it for a half a second before shooting him down. Kaede acted like he wouldn't want to hang out with Akira if his life depended on it. Like he had anything going for him other than being in college and being scruffy hot.
Kaede had no friends of his own to hang out with.
During Kaede's first month living with them, the air-conditioning in the apartment broke down. Akira's mother threw a fit. She kept glaring at Kaede like she was accusing him of sabotaging it. Mom hated having him there more than Akira did. Dead mother or not, Kaede got no sympathy from Akira's mom. She was used to getting her way, but this one time Akira's father put his foot down.
That night as the air-conditioned stayed dead and it was too hot to sleep, Akira stayed up watching some lame sci-fi movie. The living room was cooler than his room, and so late at night, he had it all to himself. He turned the TV off and stretched out on the couch. Half asleep in his boxers, Akira heard someone moving around.
He guessed it was Kaede because he walked quietly and didn't turn on any lights. His mother would turn on every light as she went. His father would have been groaning or grumbling or something as he shuffled around and bumped into things.
First Akira heard then he saw Kaede go into the kitchen. Akira was invisible lying on the couch in the pitch black living room, and he didn't let Kaede know he was there.
In the light of the open refrigerator, Akira saw what Kaede was wearing: only boxers, dark blue ones. He also had ear buds in his ears and an old iPod in his hand. With his back to Akira, he was bending, reaching for something on the bottom shelf.
With him bent over like that, his ass was sticking out like he was offering it. And for some odd reason, Akira's erection was growing. It was the damn heat cooking his brain. Akira carefully pulled one leg up to hide what was happening in case Kaede looked his way.
Hidden by darkness, Akira was still invisible, but he could see Kaede so clearly. Why couldn't Akira turn away from the sight of him half naked, skin glistening from the heat?
The pop of a soda can tab startled him, got him breathing even faster. As Akira watched him, Kaede straightened as if to let him admire the rest of his lithe body. Akira's eyes devoured the smooth muscles of his back and legs, the curve of his ass. One biceps flexed as he drank the soda. With Kaede turned slightly sideways, Akira caught sight of his throat working as he swallowed gulp after gulp.
That was too much for him. Akira couldn't help himself. He jammed his hand down the front of his boxers. Choking back a gasp, he squeezed his dick like he wanted to choke it.
With a tight grip on his rock hard cock, he jerked as he watched Kaede bend down again, looking for something else, completely unaware of him.
Right now, Akira could stand up, pull his cock free, let it jut out as he walked over to him. He could get behind Kaede slip his hand down the crack of his ass, find the hole, tease it. Then he would pull down his boxers, jam his cock in there, fill him with it.
Kaede wouldn't be able to stay quiet, he'd scream and moan, say his name. Akira would work that hole, make him love it. As Akira got closer to his climax, a new, insane thought entered his head. He wanted Kaede to turn and see him, watch him come.
By the time Kaede turned, Akira was pretending to be sleep, knees pulled up, a sticky mess soaked through the front of his boxers. He didn't even dare to breathe as he listened to the sound of Kaede's quiet footsteps moving away.
To be continued...
