Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ So Stupid ( Chapter 17 )

Title: So Stupid
Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fan fiction
Genreyaoi, lemon, angst, romance
Rating adult, 17 and up or mature minds
CC&C: quirkothetrade@yahoo.com, or http://blog.myspace.com/quirkyqchan
Disclaimer: I own lint and a hairball, not Saiyuki. Go, Tokyopo!
Warnings: Lemon, language
A/N: I’ve been sick, though that’s not really a good reason. I apologize for the late chapter. Please don’t kill me. -_-;;; To dark vixen, Devi Chan and fuzzybunnytoo, so sorry for the wait. I adore y’all. Also, I’m going to A-Kon in Dallas. @_@ Wish me luck.
Beta: Un betaed
Synopsis: Gojyo’s kindness is irritating.
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Gojyo watched the distant lights rapidly approach in the encroaching night. Everyone was silent around him, weary from the day's escapades. Sanzo drooped slightly in his seat as Hakkai concentrated on driving, and Goku was conked out beside him on the bench, head pillowed on the kappa's lap. The brunet's face was pinched as he slept, his stomach growling every so often. The red head couldn't wait to hit the baths himself with his shirt and pants painted with his own blood from a lucky long knife in an afternoon brawl. Hakkai had closed the belly wound but it still felt tender, and the bloody metallic scent was annoyingly strong in his nostrils.

"Hey. Give me a light."

Jostled from the static silence of his own thoughts, Gojyo looked up to find Sanzo looking at him over his shoulder, a cigarette clenched between his slender fingers. Reaching for his inner vest pocket, he passed his lighter forward. After a minute, the scent of Marlboros drifted back on the breeze, and Gojyo made sure he was in place to retrieve his property when the monk passed it back.

Sanzo had been slowly laying off with the attitude, and the red haired man was doing everything short of any real sucking up to encourage the change. He bought an extra pack of Sanzo's brand when he went for his own, he offered a light when appropriate, and he refrained from priest baiting. Hakkai had teased him about it slightly, and he hadn't denied it. Goku hadn’t bugged him about it since the first time. (Is it so fucking wrong to bend a little? Sanzo's like my mother in law now. Plus… it must really suck to be him because he did have his eye on the monkey. I can’t believe he didn’t kick my ass.)

Shifting in his seat, he watched the twinkling lights grow closer and solidify into street lamps and house lights. They were almost there and Hakkai was beginning to slow, the brisk breeze gentling. The green eyed man spoke softly, voice managing to carry over the rumble. "Where shall we go first? Find an inn or a restaurant?"

"A hotel, preferably with room service and on site baths." Sanzo grunted.

"We need to restock our food supplies, as well." There was a questioning tone in their driver's voice.

"Tomorrow. Tonight I could care less." They were slowing down even more, almost at the town's edge and the first of the street lamps.

Gojyo grasped Goku by the shoulder and shook him awake. "Goku. Hey, monkey, you need to wake up."

Gold eyes opened sleepily then he stretched and yawned before sitting up. "Food?"

"Not yet, Goku." Hakkai answered. “We’re almost to town.”

“Ah.”

Jeep crawled past the first street light situated on top of the town wall and past it they found a crowded street. The people turned to stare at them, and Hakkai pulled to a stop. “Excuse me, where’s the nearest inn?”

Gojyo looked up past them, scanning building signs as no one spoke up. He spotted two restaurants, a few taverns and shops, a gambling parlor and an inn, at the farthest point just inside his range of sight. “Down the street, Hakkai, just past the tiger sign. The one with the plum blossom.”

“Should we walk? The street’s-“

“Drive, Hakkai. It’s been a long day.” Sanzo’s tone added, ‘And to hell with bastards who can’t open their mouths.’

The older brunet stepped on the gas and began easing forward again, forcing the mass of people to part. Most of the stares were curious, a few belligerent and Gojyo wished they’d just get the fuck out of the way. Salvation in the form of hot baths, hot food and soft beds were waiting for them, and any delay just irritated the red head.

“Food… food… yakitori, sweet and sour pork, pot stickers, spring rolls…” Goku’s stomach grumbled as he listed off the food.

“Stop that, stupid monkey, or you’ll make yourself even hungrier.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Look, we’re here.” Gojyo said as Hakkai pulled up in front of the inn. “Now be quiet.”

“Shut up, pervert ka-“

“Don’t start!” Sanzo stepped down from his perch stiffly as their driver stretched in his seat. “Get the fucking bags and let’s go.”

Gojyo rose and stepped off the back of Jeep, then turned back to catch the bags Goku pitched at him. Once everything and everyone was off, the vehicle became Hakuryu who perched on the green eyed man’s shoulder. Hakkai restrained a wince as the little dragon landed heavily, and the red head couldn’t recall a time in the fighting when the other man had been hit. (Course, it was all piece meal today and everybody got out of sight at least twice.)

Sanzo was the first to head inside, and they all fell in behind him. Inside was a check in desk to their left, a dining room to their right and a red screen elaborately painted with a tiger right in front of them blocking the way up the stairs.

“Welcome, can I help you?” The clerk behind the desk was young, male and pretty in an effeminate way.

“Beds, bath and food- now.” Sanzo slapped down the gold card, making the man jump, and glared. Hakkai stepped around beside him with his little laugh. “What he’s asking for is two rooms, and are there baths and room service available? And perhaps a laundry service?”

“Yes. There’s only one room with single beds available, but we have spare futons if you don’t mind.”

“That’s fine.”

“The baths are here on the first floor, that way under the stairs. Laundry- there are reserved bags in your rooms. Just leave it outside your door. I can get some menus for you to look at.”

“All right. But in the mean time, please have them send up half the menu. We’re really very hungry.”

“Half the-" A loud rumble came from a suddenly ecstatic Goku, and the clerk stared before smiling. “I see! Then here are your room keys, if you’ll just sign in. I’ll inform the kitchen and your order will be sent up as soon as possible.”

Sanzo snatched up the first room key placed before him and stalked off upstairs. Hakkai signed in for all of them and picked up the gold card from where the priest had left it. His hands held a faint tremble as he did so. “Payment is due when?”

“When you check out, sir. Towels are available in the baths.”

“Thank you.” Taking the other room key, the driver handed it to Gojyo before heading up the stairs. “Shall we go?”

“Ah.” Gojyo frowned up at his back as they trailed after him. “For real, you seem shaky. Did you take a hit or something when I wasn’t looking?”

“No, I just used a lot of energy today between you and the fighting. That belly wound was annoyingly deep.”

“Sorry, man. I got turned around where I couldn’t see any of you guys.”

“Ah. Sanzo had a room key labeled seven, if I remember correctly. We’ll have to see if this one has the twin beds or not.” Hakkai stopped at the door labeled eight, inserted the key and opened the door. Inside was a single double bed, matching nightstands and lamps, a pair of chairs and a small table. On the wall beside the door was a tall thin mirror in a frame. “I guess not.”

“Goku, you’ve got their gear, right? Can you take it to the other room?” Gojyo looked back at the slender brunet burdened with three bags.

“Yeah.”

The red head nudged their driver into the room as his lover backtracked to the other bedroom. “Sit down for a minute and chill out. You sure you okay? Or is the prospect of another night with Blondie that bad?”

The green eyed man laughed uncomfortably. “It’s not that.”

“If you need time apart, just say so, man.” Slinging the two bags he carried on the floor, he turned back. Hakkai was still standing beside the table. “Sit down, Hakkai. Rest.”

Hakkai sat. “It’s nothing that food, a bath and a full night’s sleep won’t fix.”

“If you say so, man. But if you need time away from that shitty monk, say the word so we can figure something out.” The green eyed man stared at him. “What?”

“Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘Being cruel to be kind’?”

“Yeah. Why?” The white dragon perched on Hakkai’s shoulder cooed questioningly.

“Nothing. Shall we meet down at the baths?”

“Sure.” (What the hell is that supposed to mean, Hakkai? I don’t always understand your smart ass cryptic shit.)

Goku reappeared minus the other bags. “The other room’s way bigger than this one, with a way bigger table than this one!”

“Then we’ll have to remember to tell the clerk to send the food to room seven. Are there enough chairs?”

“Um- I don’t know.”

“Ah. I’ll check when I get over there, then. Also, one more thing- the two of you take it easy tonight. I’m not sure if Gojyo’s wound is ready for- rowdy activities.” Standing, the green eyed man reached a hand up to balance his pet.

“Huh?”

“Whatever you say, Hakkai.” Waving him out the door, Gojyo shut it behind his friend. “He means lay off the sex for a night.”

“Oh. So- how IS your stomach?” The brunet moved close to press his fingers against the slitted hole in the cloth of his shirt. His touch was gentle as he ran his fingers over the tender flesh.

“Not too bad, but not top notch, either, I guess.”

“Stupid kappa, you have to pay attention in a fight.”

“I know that! Just lay off, okay? I realized I’d gotten turned around and couldn’t see any of you guys-” Large gold eyes stared up at him accusingly, and he sighed. “Look, it’s not like I did it on purpose.”

“Just don’t do it again.” Leaning up, Goku brushed his mouth over the red head’s mouth. “We’ll see if you’re any better in the morning.”

“Yes, Mister Monkey. Hey- do you think Hakkai gets tired of Sanzo?” Moving away from the door, Gojyo went to rummage clean clothes out of his bag.

“I don’t know. What are you doing?”

“I’m going to go take a shower before we eat. I’m tired of smelling like blood.” He peered back over his shoulder at the other young man. “I mean, maybe Hakkai might need a break from Sanzo. Maybe one night he should come sleep in our room, or get double singles occasionally and trade off with him.” There was no answer from behind him, and as he straightened and gathered his gear in his arms, he turned to Goku. There was a surprised look on his face as he sat there staring into space. “Goku?”

Gold eyes snapped to him. “Umm… I don’t know. I don’t want to be away from you.”

(Doesn’t want to be…? Huh- look at that.) “I guess it’s all still too new, huh? Get your clothes, monkey, it’s time to hit the baths.”

Standing, the brunet stared up at him for a moment before moving toward his bag. “You’re stupid sometimes, you know?”

A scarlet brow arched. “WHAT? Are you trying to start shit?”

“Shut up.” He paused to reach up and kiss Gojyo on the mouth again, and there was something both searching and relieved in the taste of his lips. “We’ll do it in the morning, okay?”

“Yeah.” He followed Goku out the door, bemused.
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Stretching as he woke up, Gojyo noticed his side didn’t feel stretched or tender any more. Turning his head, he looked down at Goku beside him, curled up on his side facing the kappa. Shifting to face the brunet, Gojyo watched him as he slept. (How come it is I never catching him looking away from me? I can pin him between me and the wall but he’s always facing my way, or becomes my personal blanket. If he’s like this with Sanzo… no wonder Sanzo’s wants him. Goku’s always giving him attention.)

Breath soft as he exhaled, Goku was peaceful, as if he hadn’t been in a knock down, drag out fight the day before. That innocence he wore unconsciously made him… sweet. It didn’t matter that the brunet had a lover, or slept naked beside said lover. It didn’t matter that the gold eyed man was capable of destruction on a grand scale, either. Goku was sweet and cute. Gojyo felt the soft spot in his chest give slightly, and realized the monkey had made himself at home inside him, somewhere in that soft spot that melted so disturbingly. Raising a hand, the red haired man trailed his fingers across his lover’s face, across his cheek. Goku turned slightly into his touch and his eyes slitted. For a moment his breathing didn’t change, and then it did and his eyes opened wider, sleep pushed aside for a moment. “Gojyo?”

He didn’t answer, simply passed a finger over the other’s bottom lip and watched him as Gojyo adjusted to the realization that he was much more screwed than he had thought. (When he leaves, it’s going to be just as bad as when Jien left.)

Goku moved suddenly, wrapping his strong arms around Gojyo’s neck. “Stop whatever you’re thinking about. You look all scary.”

“…Sorry.” Returning the embrace, the kappa stared at the wall over the brunet’s head. (I’m so fucking screwed. And it’s the damned monkey!)

“Don’t be sorry, just stop thinking about it. Besides, Sanzo and Hakkai have said you’ll break your head if you think too hard. Or was that the plate on your head?”

“That word again! I don’t have a plate on my head! And you need to stop listening to that damned- wait, Hakkai-“

“Never mind!” Goku laughed softly, burying his snickers in his lover’s neck. Lifting his head, he kissed the red head’s scarred cheek, causing him to freeze at the unexpected move. The kiss moved down to his mouth, and the gold eyed brunet forced his way in gently until they both were totally focused on each other. The kiss ended and Goku smiled at him as his fingers played in long scarlet strands. “I thought we were going to do it when we woke up.”

“We were, weren’t we?” Sliding a hand down his spine, Gojyo returned the smile with a touch of lust added as the other man shivered. The other hand followed and they rubbed over the curves of Goku’s backside slowly before squeezing. “I’ll be nice and give you a choice. Top or bottom?”

Goku’s eyes went wide, and his mouth formed an English vowel sound silently, perfectly.

“You’re still receiving, Goku. I just figured you’d want a change of pace.”

“Like I’d get bored? We’re having sex!” He wore an expression that proclaimed the notion ridiculous.

“So you like being under me?” A beautiful blush bloomed on his face, and Gojyo couldn’t help the smirk that broke across his face. Brushing a kiss over one hot cheek, he pressed their foreheads together. “Well?”

“I can touch you, I can watch you, and I can kiss you. You make me feel really, really good. Of course I like being under you.”

“Bottom boy.” He kissed him again, hard. “Definitely a bottom boy. Now that I know, I may never let you top me.”

“WHAT!?”

“See, I made you scream in bed. I am just that awesome.”

“That’s not funny!”

Gojyo laughed and drowned out his protests with kisses. When he stopped trying to argue, the red head pulled away to sit up and scoot back against the pillows and headboard. “Come here.”

Goku slid onto his lap, and it felt so familiar that the red haired man couldn’t stop the smile appearing on his mouth. The smile faded into something else though as a questing hand grasped his cock, a thumb smoothing over the glans. “What…”

“You’re not hard enough yet.”

“That’s not going to be a problem if you keep that up. Besides, you’re not all the way there yourself.” In retaliation, he slid his hands along the brunet’s sensitive spine. Leaning forward, he went straight for the pulse point just under the other’s jaw, kissing and laving with his tongue before biting gently. Goku relinquished his hold and hard fingers lingered for a moment over Gojyo’s side where the wound had been inflicted the day before, then drifted away. He slid forward, until they were pressed together and the gold eyed brunet was running his hands everywhere he could touch. Gojyo found himself getting wrapped up in their activity, engrossed in the feel and taste of his lover in his arms. Every touch he gave was returned with full enthusiasm, and each kiss retained a hint of sweetness as the fire between them escalated. Budding erections certainly weren’t a problem as they progressed with their playing.

Goku leaned up against him and spoke into his ear. It tickled and aroused all at once. “Hey, where’s the lube?”

“In the dresser.” The red head kissed his shoulder. “Why?”

“I’m ready.” The breath swirling across his ear had the same effect again, and Gojyo shivered as he bit his lip. “Prep me, okay? I want you already.”

“…You have a high sex drive.” Reaching to the side, he fumbled open the nightstand on his side of the bed. He pulled out the lubricant bottle and a couple of condoms. (After this time, we’ll need a new bottle.)

“So? What does that mean?” Goku wiggled against him as he wound his arms around the taller man’s neck and leaned upward.

“Nothing. I’m delighted.” Leaving the condoms beside him on the bed, the red haired kappa flipped the top with his thumb with an air of satisfaction. Squeezing the cool gel onto his fingers, he began the anointing of his gold eyed lover, who stilled on his lap before slumping against him with a soft sound. By the time he was finished, Goku had progressed from placidly accepting the attention to aggressively working over Gojyo’s throat and jaw with his mouth. A few times it hurt, and the red head wondered briefly if he was going to end up with any bruises he’d have to worry about.

“Gojyo… Gojyo…”

“Hold on, pretty baby. I still have to do the condom.”

Goku’s back arched as the stretching fingers left his body. “Let me. I’ll do it.”

A scarlet brow arched as large hands settled on slender hips. “Let you do it?”

“Yeah.” Scooting back as Gojyo’s knees fell, he picked up the bottle that had been cast aside. He frowned at the weight as he shook it before squeezing. “We’re going to need more.”

“I know.” Cool, lubed fingers encircled his erection, and it felt so good that he moaned. Those fingers stroked up and down, adding to the torture, before pulling away and slipping the condom on. “You’re a fucking tease sometimes, you know that?”

“I’m not a tease.” He denied, hands lingering. “I’ve always been with you.”

Sliding his hands up to Goku’s waist, Gojyo tugged him forward. “Then you just like torturing me, then. Come here.”

Goku pressed against him, hands gripping the red head’s shoulders. Gojyo grasped his erection a few inches below the tip and guided himself to the entrance of the tight heat he knew was waiting for him. Arching his hips slightly, he pressed in, and Goku sat back hesitantly. His lover’s body settled on his cock with an ease and familiarity that took his breath away. The weight of his scrotum was heavy against Gojyo’s abdomen. Bringing his knees up drew a faint sound from Goku, who had yet to lift his head and look at him. The scarlet eyed man waited, wondering what he should say. Goku leaned back slowly, bracing his arms on Gojyo’s knees, and arched his hips and back before sliding down further until he was sitting fully on his lover’s lap, thighs and buttocks in full contact with his seat.

(Fuck, fuck, fuck… so fucking hot and tight…) His voice sounded strangled as he croaked, “Goku?”

His head lifted, and his eyes slowly opened. Gojyo felt his hair stand on end and a chill race up his spine as he gazed on cat slitted gold eyes. “Yeah?”

“Why?”

“…Beca use it feels good.”

“I was already ball deep in your ass. It’s going to make it harder for you to move. You’re on top and that means you’re in control, you know that?”

“It’ll be fine. Move how?”

Silently, he urged Goku to roll his hips with his hands, then to rise up and down slightly on his knees to add more friction. As he moved, his cock bobbed freely, and Gojyo gave into the urge to stroke it, keeping in time with Goku’s movements. His other hand stayed firmly splayed over one slender hip, encouraging the movement. “Come here so I can kiss you.”

Not releasing his grip on the other’s knees, Goku leaned forward to meet him. Tongues tangled in a wet kiss, and Gojyo released his hip to wrap his arm around the brunet’s waist and drag him closer. Goku made a surprised sound, and the red head didn’t let him back away; he continued to kiss him, hard, and began to move with him, hips thrusting up shallowly as his hand stroked over his cock. It was slow and long before they found their release together, cries captured by each other as wet heat spilled between them.

Goku settled on his chest, head buried under his chin once again and it was a while before either of them spoke. Sliding his hand up the brunet’s back, Gojyo noted the layer of perspiration coating over heated skin and realized the window was still closed. (We’ll have to take another bath. Not that I mind.)

“You’re still kind of hard.” The voice of his gold eyed lover was sleepy. “And it feels funny down there.”

“Eh? Hum.” Concentrating on where they were joined, he frowned as he realized the condom didn’t feel right. “Lift up, pretty baby, so I can pull out.”

Goku did so, and he pulled out as he always did, with one hand around the base of the condom. Sliding sideways out from under the younger man, he sat up on the side facing the window and the trash can and took note of his lap. “Holy shit, the condom broke.”

“What?” The brunet scrambled around behind him to look over his shoulder.

“The condom broke. It must have been on too tight or something- not enough room. Fuck.”

“What does that mean?”

“Not much, I guess. All of my tests have always been clean. And you’ve never been with someone before so- yeah, I guess not much. Still- shit. Holy shit.” Gojyo paused for a moment, still staring at the condom. The tear wasn’t that big, but it didn’t need to be. “Fuck.”

“It’s my fault, right? I didn’t leave enough space?”

“It’s okay. You’ve been practicing on yourself, right? But not on me, and I guess my loads are bigger than yours. I’ve just never had a condom break. I guess it freaks me out.”

“Gojyo? I’m sorry. Okay?” The tone of Goku’s voice registered and Gojyo looked around at him. Goku had retreated to the other side of the bed without him noticing, curled up in a ball.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty baby. It’s nothing, all right?” Crawling across the bed, Gojyo stopped in front of his lover. “Lay back so I can clean you.”

“Aren’t you mad?”

“No. It’s just one of those things, you know? Now lie back.” Pushing on his shoulder, he urged him back against the pillows. When Goku had complied, he lowered his head to swipe his tongue over his abdomen, gathering up traces of smeared pearls. Hesitant fingers curled in his hair, still waiting for the yelling that wasn’t going to come, and Gojyo found it endearing in a stupid monkey way as he cleaned every last trace of milky white. When he was through, he pressed a quick kiss to Goku’s mouth. “Relax, monkey. I’m not going holler at you for something like that. Shit happens. Want to go take a bath? We got really messy.”

“Wait- let me-” Eyes dart towards his stomach, where there were traces of fluid. Gojyo shook his head. “It’s already dry. That’s why I’m asking if you want to take a bath.”

“Um, sure.” Gojyo watched him slip off the bed and reach for his boxers and pants. He turned his back as he went to put them on, his uncertainty showing in his movements and the red head traced his gaze down the slim back to his backside. There was a faint trace of white beginning to trail down the inside of one muscled thigh, and Gojyo felt the bottom of his stomach drop and his heart kick at the sight. There was something possessive and erotic about the pale moisture that shouldn’t have been there. A surge of heat tore through him and his wavering erection began to renew itself. (Shit. I know it’s not a good thing the condom broke, but…shit. We just HAD sex, I CAN’T be- fuck, I guess I can.) Reaching out, the red head snagged the back of Goku’s clothes, halting their upward progress.

Goku’s head snapped back, and gold eyes widened as Gojyo rose to his feet, his erection fully returned. “Gojyo?”

The red haired kappa slipped his arms around his lover and pressed against his back. He didn’t dare make eye contact with him. “Sorry, but what can I say? Your ass really is cute.”

“And you’re really a pervert, you know?” A hand latched onto his wrist, and the red head smiled. “I bet you want to do it again, huh?”

“Only if you’re okay with that.”

“I am, but we need more lube.”

“Oh?” Ducking his head, Gojyo nuzzled his ear. “We’ll see.”

“What?”

Releasing his grip around the other man’s waist, Gojyo reached for the lone condom lying forlornly on the bed as he pushed Goku toward the mirror on the wall. The lubricant on his cock hadn’t totally dried yet, and the red haired kappa made short work of the second latex shield. With that chore done, he stepped back to the brunet looking at him with one hand clutching at his unfastened pants. “You’re not fucking me without lube! YOU’RE the one who’s even said not to have sex without it!”

Grasping his wrists, Gojyo urged him to turn around and face their reflections in the mirror. He met the gold eyed glare with a smile. “We have lube. Most of my load is up your ass, remember?” He brushed his lips over one bare shoulder. “Brace your hands on the wall.”

A protest was cut off when he fastened his mouth on the tender skin of the nape of his neck, sucking and biting softly before moving down the line of his back. The sound of flesh smacking wood and plaster made him grin, and he moved his attack to shoulder blades and the line of the spine. The scent of sex- latex, lubricant, semen and sweat- mingled with the scent of green and earth, and the scarlet eyed man inhaled it deeply as he meandered down Goku’s back. Finally dropping to his knees, he tugged Goku’s clothes to his ankles and nudged his thighs apart. The trail of spent seed had grown longer, and he smeared it back up the skin to where it had originated from. Dropping a quick kiss on each cheek, he rose to his feet and folded himself around Goku. “I love your ass. It’s been very good to me.”

“Mm.” His tone was dreamy, as though he were concentrating on something. “Fuck me.”

Kissing him on the temple, Gojyo nudged his way inside as he urged Goku to bend over. “Arch your hips, pretty baby, help me out.”

“I am- just shut up and hurry, you’re taking too long-” Drawing a breath, Goku suddenly fell silent as the red head completed his entrance. Their eyes met in the mirror, and then it started all over again only hard and fast and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the gold ones staring at him in the mirror. Sounds climbed in his ears and lodged in his brain and he was so aroused his cock ached even as he pounded in and out of his lover’s body. When he climaxed, it was too soon and not soon enough, and through the red haze that descended over his senses he heard Goku cry out hoarsely as their bodies continued to crash together through the explosion of sensation.

When he came back to himself, it was to find them both on the floor between the wall and bed, slumped. Goku was shivering in his arms, in his lap, and his arms felt tense from clutching the brunet close. “Goku? You okay?”

“…Yeah. Where’d that come from?”

Gojyo thought about the milky white fluid trailing down the inside of a smooth tanned thigh and the feeling of possessiveness. (I can’t tell him about that.) “I don’t know. Did I go too far?”

“No. I liked it.” He shifted, flesh clenching around a softening cock. Hands sought out hands and interlaced. “I like the way you touch me. Gojyo?”

“Yeah?”

“Hakkai stays with Sanzo unless we all share a room.”

There was a long silence while Gojyo thought about it.

“I mean it, Gojyo.”

“Are you jealous?”

“You’re so stupid. Hakkai likes you.”
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TBC…