Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Tears ❯ Distraction ( Chapter 4 )

WARNINGS: Yaoi, lemon, etc

Bloody Tears

Chapter 4 - Distraction

Tyson x Max

It was Max who first noticed Kenny's absence. Looking around for him, the blonde spotted him talking with a black-haired boy around their age, maybe a little older. He could see the blush that has spread across Kenny's neck and pointed it out to Tyson.

"He looks happy enough. It's nice that he's found a friend." Tyson's matter-of-fact expression turned to one of mischief and Max could see the twinkle in his eye. "While he's distracted, it wouldn't hurt to…" Not bothering to finish his sentence, Tyson walked his fingers up Max's leg before trailing them off seductively. Max's breathing was already coming quicker than usual and the bulge in his trousers was becoming more and more noticeable.

"I feel kinda…bad. I mean, shouldn't we be worrying about Kai?" At this rate, Max was going to spoil Tyson's fun way to early in the day, and they'd only done it twice that day! It had to be a record for the least times since, well, ever since they'd started going out.

"Kai's going to be just fine. Plus, he's got Rei when he wakes up." Even if this didn't convince the youth, Tyson knew he couldn't hold out for long. Leaning over, the mischievous teen brushed Max's neck with his lips, moving them up to his jaw. Max leaned into the feather-light touch, wanting more contact. The tiny kisses continued up to his ear where Tyson stopped. His tongue darted out and he ran it lightly over the now visibly shaking blondes' ear lobe. This received the desired effect as Max pounced on his love, claiming his mouth and knocking them both to the floor.

"Mm, now…Tyson." Max's eyes were filled with desire and lust, wanting him to take him there and then. Tyson, fortunately for the other restaurant patrons, had more sense and managed to wriggle free of Max's grasp and lift the disgruntled youth to his feet.

"Not here…bed." Tyson pulled Max out of the restaurant, going as fast as he could to keep Max in the correct mood for as long as possible. Max was quite happy to be pulled along, anything to get his now uncomfortable clothes off his sensitive body.

The elevator was another place for Max to vent his frustration. Pressing his body against Tyson's, the two groaned at the wonderful friction as they enthusiastically rubbed against each other. Capturing Tyson's mouth in another searing kiss, Max was getting more and more worked up. The doors eventually `pinged' and slid open. It was Max's turn to lead Tyson towards their room.

Upon reaching the relative safety of the room, Tyson broke free of Max just long enough to lock the door. Glaring hungrily at his lover, Tyson began to slowly approach the bed where the blonde was perched suggestively. He could barely contain himself and it took all Tyson's will power not to jump on Max right then and rip his clothes off.

Max stood momentarily in order to reach out and pull Tyson towards him by his collar. Tyson let himself be pulled, knowing what was to come next. Capturing his lovers' mouth in a hungry kiss, Max began to slowly undress himself and Tyson did the same. They had to break the kiss in order to remove their shirts, but it quickly resumed, twice as heated as before.

Soon, neither boy wore anything but the skin they were born in. Both were breathing heavily in desperate need for contact from the other. Pressing Max back onto the bed, Tyson rubbed his erection against Max's and the smaller boy gasped at the delicious friction. Tyson took this as an invitation and plunged his tongue into Max's open mouth. Max quickly closed his lips around the thick mass and began slowly sucking it. Tyson groaned, knowing what his tongue would soon be replaced with.

Pushing Tyson onto his back, Max soon got to work. Tyson's shaft was already fully erect, so he didn't need to concentrate there just yet. Taking one of Tyson's nipples into his mouth, Max ran his tongue over the hardened nub. Tyson bucked underneath him, craving the contact he was being denied. Max bit down on the nipple, drawing blood. Tyson cried out at the new sensation, more from the desire than from the pain. Max again ran his tongue over the tip before abandoning it and moving to the other one. Tyson cried out again, the now-cold area where Max's mouth used to be was a sensation that always seemed to make him harder. Now with the added pain, it was almost unbearable.

Max knew that Tyson was close. He had hardly touched him, but Max knew exactly how to handle Tyson. Finishing playing with Tyson's chest, Max began to move down, leaving a wet trail of saliva in his wake. Pausing only to admire the sight that was before his eyes, Max's mouth engulfed Tyson's manhood. Tyson bucked into Max's mouth, almost making the blonde gag. Holding down Tyson's hips, Max began to suck gently, running his tongue up the underneath and over the sensitive head. Tyson was getting frantic, his breathing was hard and erratic, his eyes were tightly shut and his mouth wide open. Max was driving him crazy, drawing it out for as long as possible to increase the pleasure as well as to irritate Tyson.

"Max…please…I have to…I have to cum…please Max." Tyson was reduced to pleading, as usual. This is just what Max wanted to hear as he began to suck harder, building up the pressure. Seconds later, Tyson came in his mouth. Orgasm after orgasm shook his body until he lay still, breathing beginning to slow. Releasing his now limp member, Max crawled up Tyson's body to lay on his chest. Tyson could feel Max's erection pressing into his leg and it was making him hard again. Opening his eyes, Tyson stared into blue depths. Leaning up to kiss the blonde, Tyson could still taste himself in his lovers' mouth. It was a huge turn-on and he found himself to be fully hard again.

Max grinned and pulled away. Rolling off the confused boy, Max grabbed Tyson's member and rubbed his thumb over the end. When he was sure Tyson was fully hard, the mischievous blonde grinned again and positioned himself above the shaft without bothering to prepare himself. Tyson's eyes went wide as he finally realised what was happening.

Slowly lowering himself, Max winced at the slight pain as Tyson's manhood penetrated his unprepared passage. Fully seated, the small blonde paused to get used to the feeling. Tyson didn't move a muscle, waiting for Max to set his own pace. It was very difficult for Tyson to remain stationary when he was inside Max, but he knew that he had to.

Finally, after what seemed like decades but was actually less that a minute, Max started moving. He shifted slightly to get into a better position before lifting himself up and slamming back down. Tyson cried out at the feeling, watching the blonde ride him. Reaching out he took hold of Max's hips, helping to lift him and push him back down again, going deeper than before. Max threw his head back, crying out in pleasure as Tyson hit that spot within him that made sparks dance across his vision.

Max came first, spilling his seed over Tyson's chest. As Max's muscles clenched around him, Tyson came. They cried out their release as one and Max collapsed on top of Tyson, pleasantly exhausted.

"Mmm, that was nice." Max's eyelids were beginning to get heavy as he relaxed against his lovers' chest.

"Wanna do it again?" Tyson, as usual, was ready again almost immediately. Max looked up and smiled drowsily.

"Maybe later, I just need a little rest." Max closed his eyes and was soon asleep. Tyson stayed perfectly still, knowing that the beautiful blonde would wake in a couple of hours and be ready to go again. He could wait, and a little nap wouldn't hurt. Closing his eyes, Tyson soon joined Max in slumber.