Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Release Me ❯ Release Me ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Authors Note: This one goes out to a fabulous gal who is always inspiring me to see more 'Loran nai Pantsu'. Hope you all enjoy this!

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Release Me

"Owww..." were the only words that came from Takato's mouth as Jenrya helped him up the stairs to his apartment.

"I guess sorry won't be good enough, will it?" The blue haired boy smiled kindly as they stopped infront of the apartment door.

"That's the last time I play soccer with you! I mean, seriously! You knocked me over 6 times! It's like you were enjoying hearing me yelp every time you tackled me!" Takato winced as they stepped slowly into the apartment; Jenrya moving slowly as to account for his friends' injuries. "I've never been so sore in my entire life! Every part of my body HURTS!"

The goggle-headed boy limped over to the couch and fell on it face first. Jenrya smiled thoughtfully. He'd been friends with Takato for a quite some time now, and it seemed that he'd come to know him better than he'd expected. The whining was normal, and he'd gotten used to it a long time ago. But what he hadn't gotten used to was the feelings that had been growing inside him. It was hard to look at his best friend every day and wish that they were something more. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind. "You want something to drink, Taka-sama?"

"Sama, eh? That's flattering. Sadly, the only think I own you at is card games. And yes, I'd like some water." Takato sighed. "Maybe I can get my mother to give me some money for a massage...I think I'm gonna need one."

Jenrya's ears perked up. Did he hear the word "massage"? That sounded too good to be true. He'd been taking lessons from a friend of his on how to give massages for sports players, and this was a chance he couldn't pass up...in more ways than one. As he came back from the kitchen and handed Takato his water, he thoughtfully said, "Hmm...I could give you a massage for free..."

"What? Seriously?! That'd be great!" Takato painfully sat up and chugged the water. "I'd completely forgotten you were getting some training! And since we're both guys, I have no problem with it. I'd be more afraid of a female masseuse and what would happen if I...well.."

Jenrya saw his friend blush and chuckled. "Well, as long as you're ok with it. Now, here's what you need to do. While I heat up some oil, go take off your clothes and get on the small bed in our guest room: face down and a sheet over you. I'll be in soon." As Takato got up and hobbled painfully to the guest room, Jenrya began to heat some oil. He also began to think of what Takato would look like under his clothes. He shook his head again. "No! You heard him...female masseuse. Bah! I can't believe I'm doing this..."

***

Takato slipped off his shirt and began to undo his pants. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" The brown haired boy had had feelings for Jenrya for some time, and this was just gonna make it harder to bear with. He folded his pants and put them on a chair, then stopped short of taking off his briefs. "Oh god, why did I accept his offer? I know...it was to make him happy. Just to say: 'Ok. I trust you. I'll let you massage me.' Just the thought of his hands touching me is enough to..."

He heard a knock at the door. "Ack! One second!" He slipped off his briefs, and painfully got on the bed where he put the sheet over himself. His face resting on the pillow, he called out, "Come in!"

Jenrya entered with two bottles of warm oil and set them down on the table near the bed. "Comfy? You look it."

Takato rolled his eyes. "Just get started. I'm in a lot of pain, you know."

"Can't rush an artist, Takato. Just give me a second to prepare." Jenrya dimmed the lights and turned on a heat lamp which he placed over Takato's back. "Ok. Now, last question before I begin: gloves or no gloves? I personally recommend no gloves as it gives me more flexibility in my hand movements."

"No gloves, I suppose." Takato sighed. "Now, can you start?"

Jenrya chuckled. "Sure. Close your eyes and relax. Also, don't be afraid to tell me if it hurts too much."

Takato felt the sheet be lifted from his shoulders all the way down to right above his buttocks. Cold. All he felt was cold air, and the slight warmth coming from the heat lamp. Then, he felt the oil begin to land on his shoulders. The heat was relaxing in a more aesthetic way than in a physical way; at least until he felt the hands of his friend be set gently on his shoulders. As the foreign skin touched the oil and his own, he shuddered. The kind hands began to rub the oil in, sending waves of sensory pleasure through his body. "Mmmm...that's good..."

"Well, I'm just starting. I have to make sure the oil is evenly spread before I can effectively begin." Jenrya could barely contain himself. The back under his hands was perfect, smooth, and slightly muscular. Then, there were the buttocks of his friend which he could just barely see when he adjusted the sheet. He shook his head again, and cleared his mind of the dirty thoughts. "Alright, I'm gonna start with your shoulders. Ready?"

The answer was a groan from Takato's semi-open mouth. The pain was going away just thinking about Jenrya touching him: like a placebo effect to the actual massage itself. Then, he felt pain shoot through his shoulders. "Aaaahhh....AAHH! That hurts!"

"Sorry. I guess you can't handle a real sports massage can you? Oh well, I'll just have to be gentle." Not as if that was a bad thing, thought the blue-haired boy as he began to massage Takato's back and shoulders very gently.

***

Jenrya set down Takato's left leg. "There. Backside is all done. Now for the front."

Takato's eyes opened. "FFfff...fff...front? Um...is that really necessary?"

"Of course it is! You want to be relaxed and pain free, right? That involves getting the chest area as well!" Jenrya was smiling gently as he started to help Takato turn over. "I hope you don't whine this much at home. I'm sure your mother would kill you!"

"Well...I...ah..." Takato was starting to shake. The massage had relaxed him a bit TOO much; so much so that turning over would be very embarrassing. "Look, why don't you take a break. Your hands must be tired, and I..."

Jenrya rolled his eyes and forced Takato onto his back. "You complain to much, you know that?" His eyes drifted over his friends body until it came to the slightly tented area of sheet in Takato's nether regions. He tried swallowing but found his mouth was dry, and that the blood was rushing to his face and to his member. "Eh..heh. I see... Um...well, that's...um...wow?"

"W..wow?" Takato blinked a few times. He hadn't expected 'wow' to come from Jenrya's mouth. This was becoming too much. He started to push himself up, "Maybe I should go..."

"No. Please...let me finish..." Jenrya gently pushed Takato back onto the bed and took the oil bottle from the tableside. The warm, slippery liquid fell into his hand as he squeezed the bottle. "I...I need to finish..." The hand began to rub the oil onto Takato's chest, but there was a difference in the motion. It was more sensual, and more erotic than before. He lowered his head down to Takato's; their lips only an inch from each other. "Can I finish...? Would you mind?"

Takato groaned as an oiled index finger began to stroke his left nipple. He lifted his arm and pulled the raven haired boy down to his lips, creating a passionate embrace. Their tongues met in a fire of passion, each moment becoming more and more exciting. Takato pushed his lover away and looked at him. "Take off your shirt...take it all off...for me..."

Jenrya obeyed and slowly removed his clothes, making sure that each movement was erotic. He felt an aching need for this, an aching need to be with Takato. He dropped the last piece of clothing on the floor and came back over to his lover. He bent over and kissed him again, using his un-oiled hand to stroke the thick hair usually held down by goggles. "I've...wait for this...you know?"

"I know I've waited for it...I just needed the right time to tell you." Takato lifted the naked body of his friend onto the bed and wrapped his right leg around him. His hand ventured over Jenrya's chest, slowly moving over every inch; a tongue touching a nipple to see a reaction. "I want this. I need this...I need you."

"Ungh..." A hand brushed over Jenrya's member. He shuddered as the hand repeated to brush his manhood, as if trying to explore it without actually looking. Then the hand took hold of him and began to move; slowly making him harder.

"Have you dreamt about it, too? Have you fantasized about this moment like I have?" The brown haired boy took his tongue and moved it down Jenrya's body, letting go of his flesh as he neared it. He could feel his friend shaking, waiting for the soft, wet flesh to touch him where he wanted it. And how could he resist? Takato took his tongue and gently moved it down the shaft of Jenrya's member. What did it taste like? He didn't know. But it tasted good. He'd call it the taste of Jenrya. Taking the foreskin in his fingers, he pulled it back and began to suck gently on the tip of the quivering flesh, making sure each movement was laborious and causing friction.

Groan after groan came from the lips of Jenrya. The warmth he felt rising inside him, and the warmth he felt taking him from the outside were combining into a force he'd never felt before. He felt his entire manhood be engulfed in Takato's mouth, the movement bringing him to another plane of existence; a place of existence which only lasts for a moment, then ends without ever seemingly to have begun. He felt his hips begin to push into Takato's mouth. He felt his mind slowly falling into a pit of ecstasy, where only carnal pleasure ruled. Then, he felt the moment of sin rise through his body. His head rolled back as he moaned loudly and shot himself into Takato's mouth.

Essence of Jenrya. So this is what his fantasy tasted like. Takato wasn't sure what to do with the seed sitting in his mouth. He had heard that if you swallowed it, it would give you a stomach ache. He pulled himself up to Jenrya's mouth and kissed him, sending seed and saliva into his lovers mouth. Then he sat up on his knees. "That...was..."

"Good..." Jenrya had spat the seed into his hand and had started to lube Takato's member with it. "I...I love you. I want you to have me. I want you to...to take me. Can you? Will you?"

Takato nodded and spread Jenrya's legs apart. He began to spread the blue haired boy so as not to hurt him: slowly inserting one finger after another. "Let me know if it hurts..." Positioning himself, he pushed slowly into Jenrya, making sure not to go too fast and hurt him. He heard groaning, but wasn't sure whether it was pleasure or pain. But as he got further into Jenrya, he began to lose himself. He stopped when he had pushed himself in all the way. "Are you ready? You can say no..."

"Do it. Please..." The voice was a mix of pleasure and pain, just like the groans. "Do it now."

One thrust. Then another. Soon, Takato had found a rhythm which suited his body, and was comfortable for his lover. He lowered himself down only inches from Jenrya's chest, but close enough to kiss him. What was this? Was it really love? Or was it just human lust? Did he really care? He began to thrust harder and faster as his climax neared. His right hand reached down and stroked his lovers member back to attention, while his other hand held him up. Jenrya was groaning loudly; loud enough to get the attention of the people in the next apartment, although they were out (much to the boys' luck).

Takato heard Jenrya choke out the words, "Getting...orgasm." He understood, as this was what he wanted: both of them to climax at the same time. His thrusts became violent and very deep, his seed welling within his body. Jenrya screamed as he orgasmed heavily onto Takato's chest and his own. It was that scream that sent Takato over the edge, pushing deep into Jenrya and shaking violently with the orgasm that ensued. For a moment, just a moment, they had been one. Pleasure, pain, lust, love: all combined into a few brief seconds of ecstasy which passed faster than either had wanted, but left them with a lingering taste of what had been.

Jenrya felt Takato fall onto his chest, his arms wrapped around his lovers neck. Whispered words came to his ear as the goggle boy pulled a blanket over them and set his head next to his lovers. "Remember this moment...and cherish it. I will..."

The raven haired boy pulled his lover close and snuggled with him under the warmth of the blanket. "I will...my love..."

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End Comments: Well, that was fun. Man, I haven't had so much fun writing a fic in like...forever! R&R! I appreciate it!