Sunday, February 4, 2007

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OKAY FINE!!! LOL Here's the sequel. But I'm warning, its all crazylike, and insertion is a player in this fanfic. So if you don't like, don't read! k?!?! Alright then, here it is in deep red... Alright then...


Injury Time Pt. II

"Matt! Hey, Matt!" He doesn't even look round, just keeps running. However, I didn't do all that soccer training for nothing. I put on an extra burst of speed and almost catch him - but he ducks into a classroom and slams the door bare seconds before I get there.
I growl at him - I haven't time for this. Dai's in the nurse's office at this very moment (thank God I remembered to run for his change of shorts...) and I need to get there, to see how he is. Frustrated, I slam my body against the door, feeling it give slightly despite his attempts to keep it closed. I draw back and fling myself at it again, and this time it opens enough for me to turn sideways and use my momentum to slide through. The door nips my elbow as it crashes to, and I yelp. I've caught him, though - there he is, right in front of me, blue eyes smouldering.
He turns, moving away from the door, looking like he'd rather keep running. He goes over to stand by the window, moving slowly, never once looking at me.
"Matt?"
He still doesn't look round, just places both hands on the windowsill and stares out over the field.
"Yama?"
"Don't call me that." I wince at the dead tone in his voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Oh crap. He's gone into emotionless bastard mode. I thought we'd weaned him off this years ago.
"You're lying."
"So sue me." This is not good. If I'm not careful, we'll end up yelling at each other just like we always used to. I could never deal with this, him just cutting himself off from everyone - it invariably ended up with the two of us having a massive fight.
"Matt, please tell me what's wrong."
"I told you - nothing. I was just a little...shocked." Oh god, please say my best friend isn't a raging homophobe.
I fake innocence, despite knowing it's one of the stupidest things I can do. "Shocked? About what?"
That draws a chuckle, albeit a completely humourless one. "What the hell d'you think, Tai? You and Davis in the Geography room, remember?"
"Oh. That." OK, so the whole play-innocent thing failed. Question is, how much did he see?
"Yeah. That. And don't even think about telling me you two are just friends, or any shit like that. I know what I saw." Ah. Obviously more than I thought.
He flicks his head up suddenly, raking his hair viciously out of his eyes. He's crying! Why on earth is he crying?
"All I want to know is - why?"
I take a deep breath. "Well, that's kinda a difficult question. Just before he took the shot, he sort of...looked at me - "
He cuts me off with an impatient growl. "Not that. Why the hell is it so fucking easy for you and so fucking difficult for me?"
That doesn't register for a second, but then the penny drops. "You mean..."
He chuckles again, and again there's no humour in it. "Give the man a prize. Yeah. I'm gay."
He slams his hands back down onto the windowsill and glares out of the window. "There you go. I've said it. Fudge-packer, ass raider, butt pirate, queer, fairy, poof, homo. Call it what you like, I'm it. Happy?"
I flinch - wow. That was some tirade. And despite being directed at himself, it stung me a whole lot too. "Matt...what's the problem?"
He snorts. "What's the problem? I'm gay! Isn't that a problem?"
"Of course not." I reach out to him, intending to put my arm round him, but he whirls to face me. His face is set hard, his fists clenched.
"Oh no, it's not a problem for you. All you have to do is help a soccer player up off the ground and he swoons for you. Why can't that happen to me? Why can't it be that easy for me?"
"Yama-chan..."
"I told you not to call me that." For a second I think he's going to hit me, but he restrains himself visibly. "Look, Tai, it's not fair." He slams a fist down on the sill. "It isn't fucking fair. How is it so easy for you?"
Finally some anger of my own starts coming through. "You think it's easy? You think it was easy for me to admit to myself that I was...all those names you just called yourself? I thought I was a freak because I didn't like girls! I thought everyone would hate me if they found out! I thought..." I realise that this is becoming exactly the fight I was trying to avoid. Damnit. This isn't working.
"What I'm trying to say is...it wasn't as easy as it looked."
"What, you picked him up and your tongue accidentally fell into his mouth?"
I sigh. He's so bloody stubborn sometimes. "That's not what I meant and you know it. It took me years to confess to myself that I liked boys."
He turns back to the window. "You're not the only one. The difference is, you have a boyfriend and I don't."
I move closer to him, still not quite daring to hug him like I desperately want to, show him it's all all right. "I can't help that. I don't even know why me and not you. Look," and this time I do manage to find to courage to put my arm around him, "you'll find someone. I promise."
He stays rigid for a second, and then suddenly all the tension drains out of him. He's crying properly now, the tears flowing freely. All I can do is hold him, let him cry into my shoulder, stroking his back and making soothing noises until the storm finally spends itself.
He pushes away from me, still sniffing slightly. "Thanks. I don't believe you, but thanks."
"Trust me. Please." I can't think of anything to say. "Matt, you're a wonderful person. I'm sure the right guy is just around the corner." I know I sound clichéd and stupid, but I believe what I'm saying. Matt is ten times more attractive than I am, and he's sweet and funny and just generally a great person. I can't believe no-one's snapped him up.
He gives me the I-don't-believe-you look, and I hug him again.
"Please, Yama-chan. Trust me."
He sniffs. "Go on, go to Davis. One of us might as well be happy." He pushes me away, but I resist, putting my arms back around him.
"Tell you what," I murmur, "I'll find a really nice guy for you, and then you and him and me and Dai will all go out on a double date."
He laughs weakly. "You got yourself a deal."
"Are you OK?"
"As OK as I've been in a while." He looks me in the face. "Thanks, Tai. You're a great friend."
I blush. "I try."
"Now go. Go on, go find him. I hope he's all right. Oh, and give him my love."
I take one look back into the room as I leave. He still looks rough - his eyes are red and he's still sniffing - but at least he's smiling.

* * * * *

I shouldn't be this nervous. I know I shouldn't be. Unfortunately, what I know and what I feel are two completely separate things. I started being nervous the instant I heard his voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hey Tai...d'you fancy coming over tonight?"
I 'umm'ed, 'aah'ed, swallowed, cleared my throat, stalled in every way I could come up with. Eventually, though, I just had to answer the question.
"What time?"
Damnit! You're meant to say yes!
"Uh...around eight? It's just, well, Jun's out at a party and my parents are going to a restaurant with some friends, so the house will be quiet."
I cursed my overactive imagination silently. Bad boy. Really, really bad boy. You shouldn't be thinking things like that.
"That sounds good. Should I bring anything?"
"Um...no, I don't think so. See you at eight, then?"
"Sure. See you then."
"Love you."
I meant to say it back, honestly I did, but the phone went dead before I could.

And now I'm stood outside his door. I'm such a good little boy scout - it's not quite eight yet. I'm early. The way I'm going at the moment, though, I'm likely to stay stood outside his door for the rest of the night. I daren't ring the bell. How stupid is that?
Two minutes to eight. I'm going to have to ring the bell eventually. I can't just stand here all night.
One minute to eight. Here goes.
Why won't my hand move?
Damnit, you're supposed to be the courageous one! Ring the damn bell!
The door opens, and I stifle a surprised eep. I wish he wouldn't do that...
"Tai?"
"Um...hi."
"How long've you been stood there?"
"Um...about five minutes."
He gives me a well-you-don't-look-insane look, and opens the door further.
"C'mon in."
It's only when I get through the door that I finally realise what my brain's been trying to tell me for the past few seconds. He's in his dressing gown...
Not that dark red flannel doesn't suit him, but...it's only eight o'clock. Why on earth is he wearing...mmph...
Wow. That was unexpected. He just sort of launched himself at me, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me.
Not that I'm complaining. Not that I can, given that it's difficult to talk with twice as much tongue in my mouth, but I wouldn't anyway. This is far too nice...
He licks the tip of my tongue, and I shiver and slide it out into his mouth. He tastes delicious - like sweet fruit - and not only that, but he smells delicious too. I can smell the menthol of his shampoo, and the sweet, musky scent of shower gel. He must've just taken a shower, and I'm so glad I did too before I came. At least that explains the dressing gown.
I lean into the kiss, closing my eyes as my tongue curls around his. He makes a soft noise of contentment, and then there's this soft sssh sound followed by a faint thud...
...and I almost swallow my tongue (not to mention his) when my hands make contact with his shoulders and they're bare. His skin's warm under my touch, and it's tempting just to keep kissing him, but -
I push backwards as gently as I can until the kiss breaks off. He 'mmph's petulantly as our tongues part, and then I gasp.
He's completely nude. Naked as the day he was born. And - at least in as far as my stunned brain can make out - he's gorgeous. Welcome to Erection City, population me. And him as well, apparently - and...how can I put this? He's only small for his age in terms of height...
The dressing gown lies discarded behind him - that's what that noise was. Though how he managed to slip it off without ending the kiss, I'll never know. The only question is, what the hell do I do now?
It's all too apparent what he wants to do. He's looking at me from beneath his lashes, doing his best to look sultry and attractive (not that he even needs to try!). However, I have a lot of reservations about this - for god's sake, he's only fourteen! And...um...
There were other reasons, I'm sure, but right now my brain isn't in the best of shape. The input from my eyes is really screwing things up in there - having a naked boy stood right in front of you isn't exactly conducive to clear thinking.
I'm thinking perfectly clearly. The only trouble is what I'm thinking.
I realise I've been quiet just a touch too long. Davis's sultry look has vanished; instead, he looks nervous and apprehensive.
"Tai?"
"Hmm?" Say something say something say something...
"...Are you OK?"
No! You're naked, I'm horny, you're fourteen, I'm horny, we shouldn't be doing this, and I'm fucking horny!
He eeps in surprise as I grab him and pull him close, crushing our lips together with enough force to bruise. He moans as I plunder his mouth with my tongue, grinding my hips against his, silently cursing the barrier that still exists between us.
Oh well. One way to remedy that. Never letting our lips part for a second, I tear my shirt open, not caring about whether the buttons stay on or not, and fling it away. Then my arms are back around him, drawing him close, and we touch...
Oh...wow. Skin touches skin, both of us so hot we're almost feverish. His skin burns me where we touch, searing into me as I continue to kiss him furiously. His arms snake around my neck, dragging me down, closer to him, our bodies pressing together almost desperately. I tear my lips away from his, kissing along his jaw. He purrs, a wonderful sound, and the vibrations travel through my body and pool in my groin. My lips make their way down his neck, then onto his collarbone, sucking at the soft skin - I have to resist the impulse to bite him, he tastes so good.
In between the gasps at what I'm doing to him, he manages to regain some semblance of control, sliding his hands down past my shoulders and over my chest and stomach. I hiss as he slides a hand inside my trousers, stroking me ever so gently with the tip of one finger. I glare up at him, hating him for teasing me like this, and he grins down at me. In a second, my heart completely melts - it's his old grin, the enchanting lopsided one that was what made me fall in love with him in the first place. Irresistible.
I lick back up his neck and capture his lips, desire melting into passion as I retake my hold on his shoulders. He uses the opportunity to rip open the button on my jeans and yank down my zip.
My jeans fall, pooling around my ankles, and he presses himself full length against me. My head's swimming now, desire and passion and rapture meeting and melding as I feel him against me everywhere.
I break the kiss to renew my acquaintance with oxygen, resting my forehead against his. Both of us are dripping with sweat, panting for breath.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cliché, I know, but I'm damned if I'm going to be accused of seducing him or...worse.
He suddenly goes serious. "Tai, I know what I am, and what I want. I'm gay, and I want you." Then the grin reappears, and I feel my knees go weak. "Now."
I guess that answers my question. I slide one arm around his lower back, then lean down and hook the other behind his knees. There's a moment of uncertainty during which I stumble and nearly fall, and then he's safely in my arms.
Well. Isn't this nice? I never expected, when I picked up that phone a few hours ago, that I'd end up here with a naked Davis in my arms.
Still, mine not to reason why. I carry him through into the bedroom and lay him down carefully, then he wraps his legs around me and pulls me down on top of him. We end up face to face, and I kiss his nose gently. He looks so beautiful - his tanned face is flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded, his lips slightly parted.
I sit back up, admiring his body. He really is hot, and I can't resist trailing my fingers down his chest and over his stomach, feeling his muscles ripple under my touch. I stroke gently at the caramel-coloured skin of his stomach, eliciting a soft moan.
"Stop it."
I draw my hand back in surprise. "What?" Please say he hasn't changed his mind.
"You're teasing me again."
I grin at him. "You know you love it."
He mock-glares at me. "I hate it!"
"Have some patience." He growls at that, pulling me back down until I'm lying on top of him. He grabs my butt in both hands and grinds his crotch upwards into mine, over and over again, making me gasp and squirm.
"Fuck patience." He kisses me, briefly and fiercely, then grabs my boxers and practically rips them off my body. By the time I prise his grip off, they're halfway down my legs, and I can't very well pull them back up. On the floor they go.
When I look back, his mouth is hanging open. I blush, more embarrassed than I ever have been in my life.
"Wow."
"What?" I feign innocence.
"Um...that." He pokes a finger at it, and I can't suppress a moan as - by pure luck - he hits a sensitive spot.
A wicked grin curves his lips. "You like that, huh?" Before I can stop him he's rolled us both over till he's on top, then he slides down my body, kissing as he goes.
He reaches his target, and takes as much of me as he can fit into his mouth. I gasp - the feeling is simply incredible. His lips are soft on my length, his tongue flicking over all the most sensitive parts, one hand stroking lower down my shaft while the other cups my balls. He's not perfect - his teeth nip slightly, and he's a little clumsy with his movements - but shit, he's good. I could definitely live with this...
"Oh...god, Dai..." He's found a particularly sensitive area and is now nibbling at it gently, threatening to make me scream. He starts bobbing his head, sliding his lips up and down, and I throw my head back and yell with pleasure. A wonderful fiery sensation starts building up inside me...but before it can go too far I grab his head and pull him off me.
"Dai - that isn't where I want to finish." It takes him a second to catch my meaning, then he nods, anticipation and apprehension mingling on his face.
He rolls over, pulling me with him so our positions are reversed again, and kisses me. "I love you."
"Love you too." I can't wait much longer - certain parts of my body are screaming at me in their enforced neglect. "Um...do you have any...anything to...um..."
He grins. "Bathroom."
"Gotcha." I kiss him, gently, then reluctantly raise myself off him and plod over to the bathroom.

When I return, Vaseline in hand, he's laid on his bed with his legs apart, stroking himself slowly. I stand there in the doorway, mouth completely dry - it's so erotic, watching him pleasure himself.
His eyes crack open, and he smiles at me. "What? You were taking forever! You expected me to wait?"
I slide down onto the bed next to him. "I couldn't find the damn stuff for ages! You didn't tell me it was right at the back." I kiss the head of his erection, then take the first few inches into my mouth and suckle gently. He cries out, and I pull away.
"Ah-ah. Can't have you getting all worked up, now, can we?"
He glares at me again, sweat beading on his forehead. "Just hurry it up, Yagami. I haven't got all day."
I chuckle. "Impatient as ever." Then I put on my 'serious' face. "You know this is going to hurt, don't you?"
He nods, and I wince. I'm going to have to be as careful as possible - I daren't hurt him. I undo the Vaseline and slick a finger with it, then slide it as gingerly as I can inside him. He gasps at the sudden invasion, clenching around my finger, and I stroke his stomach. "Relax, Dai. It'll feel strange at the start, but give it a minute."
He nods with difficulty, forcing himself to relax and open up. I add another finger, scissoring them to try and stretch him out. Then a third finger slides in - and he gasps and bucks his hips as I brush across something inside him. I grin up at him, moving my fingers across that spot again and again as he yells and squirms. Sweat is pouring off him now, drenching his hair, filing my senses with his scent.
Suddenly he stills, looking down at me. "I'm ready."
I nod, coating my own aching erection in the cool substance, then move over till I'm lying between his legs. He instinctively wraps them around my waist, and I shift forward until the head of my cock rests gently against his opening.
I stroke up his cheek with the back of one hand, twining my fingers in his sweat-soaked hair. "Relax."
He takes a deep breath, and I can feel that he's ready for me. "This is going to hurt, you know that?" He nods, and I kiss him. "I can't make it not hurt."
"I know."
I push in, ever so gently, feeling the resistance that he can't help but offer. To try and take his mind off the pain, I wrap my hand around his erection and start stroking him slowly, rubbing my thumb over the head in the way I know he likes. I push forward again, marvelling at the incredible feeling - it's like being wrapped tightly in hot velvet.
I'm almost in to the hilt when I feel myself hit something - and Dai practically screams. His whole body stiffens, and he clamps down around me.
"Are you OK?"
"God, Tai, don't stop now!" He tightens his legs around me and we both moan as I slide all the way into him. The feeling is indescribable - my balls rest lightly against the heat of his ass, while my cock is buried full-length in that furnace. I pull out slightly, then drive back in again, and he rolls his head back and moans deep in his throat.
"Oh...god..."
"Good?" I manage to grunt.
"Good..." is all he can say, as I slide out and then thrust back in again. The tightness and the heat are driving me insane, and I can see that he's getting close too.
I lean forward, placing one hand either side of his head, and start rocking back and forth. He moves with me, lifting and lowering his hips in time with me, clenching as I push in and relaxing as I move out. I shift my angle of attack slightly - and finally I'm hitting his spot over and over and over. He moans wordlessly, the sound one of pure pleasure, and I pull out almost all the way, preparing myself for the final stroke that will take us both over the edge.
Before I can deliver it, though, he grabs me. One arm wraps around my neck, the other around my shoulders, and he pulls himself up and slams his lips against mine. As I drive into his body for the last time, feeling my orgasm rising in my balls, the last thing I feel is his tongue curling around mine. Then brightness falls from the sky...
...and I can't hold myself up any longer. My elbows buckle as the hot tide surges own my length and fires deep into his body. I collapse against him, whispering his name, and in that second he goes over too, gasping as he releases his own seed all over both our stomachs.

We lie there afterwards, bodies covered in a rain of sweat, our panting slowing as we gradually calm down. He looks beautiful - his hair is sticking up wildly and his tanned skin has a lovely radiance to it. Yes, I'm being sappy, so sue me. He's gorgeous. And I love him.
As if reading my thoughts, he opens his eyes and smiles up at me. "That...was incredible."
I grin at him and kiss him on the tip of his adorable nose. "You said it."
"I love you."
"Love you too."




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