Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Cats, Crutches and Babies? Oh My! ❯ Candy Cane Kisses: Part Two ( Chapter 16 )

Ryu stopped his assault on Tatsuha's neck, a sad, pouty look suddenly taking over his face.

“Ta-tatsuha-kun?” a shy Ryuichi asked as he curled up closer, next to his new lover.

 

“Hai?” Tatsuha answered softly as he too stopped what he had been doing to arouse the singer.

Ryu wasn't quite sure how to say what he wanted, the way he wanted to say it. He knew what he wanted and knew that he should tell Tatsuha straight out, but he hadn't given himself to anyone in so long and he was somewhat apprehensive. He wanted to be a good lover and a good friend. Trust was important to him and he hoped that it was with Tatsuha as well.

 

“I… I'm nervous,” He managed to say finally.

Tatsuha was confused.

“What are you nervous about Ryuichi-kun?”

Ryu sighed. “I want to be a good lover to you, but I,” Ryuichi was frustrated, but he knew that that wasn't going to get him anywhere, “…I just…please make love to me Tatsuha!!,” He said as he threw himself around the younger mans neck, “Pretty Pretty Please?! I just …”

 

“Just what?” The monk asked softly as he planted a kiss on the top of Ryu's head to calm and reassure him.

Ryuichi slyly glanced up at the younger man, the small smile on his lips melting into a somewhat more determined expression.

The singer leaned up and put his mouth next to Tatsuha's ear and for a few moments he just lay there, breathing headily to tease his young lover.

“I just want someone to put me in my place,” He breathed darkly against the shell of the monk's ear.

 

Tatsuha was floored by the request as well as its presentation. He was somewhat shocked to say the least, considering the extremely naïve way Ryu had just finished asking the monk to make love to him.

 

Tatsuha had come here with full intentions of being the submissive, and with Ryuichi he wouldn't have minded in the least, but now the glorious opportunity to have Sakuma Ryuichi writhing beneath him and begging for more presented itself. How could he pass that up?

 

“So…will you fuck me like I want to be fucked…Tatsuha?” Ryu inquired saucily when Tatsuha remained silent. He enforced his question with a slow, shuttering breath of hot, moist air placed seductively behind the monk's ear.

A small whimper was the only sound that came from Tatsuha's lips as his shoulders rose up. The monk frowned at his own naivety, but he still couldn't get anything past his lips, despite his desire to tell Ryu exactly what he wanted to do to him.

 

When his seduction went more or less un-responded to, The singer began to get impatient. True, he could be very forgiving and patient with people, but when he wanted something, his limits grew somewhat thinner.

 

He decided that he was going to have to make things just a bit easier for Tatsuha, since the younger man was still being a bit hesitant.

 

The vocalist leaned away from the monk's body, removing the boys arm from around his shoulders.

Tatsuha watched as the older man crawled slowly, almost catlike around and down towards the foot of the large bed, swinging his hips gently and giving Tatsuha an excellent display of his ass.

 

“Don't you want me Tatsuha?” Ryu whispered softly over his shoulder as he paused at the boy's feet. He turned so that his right side was facing Tatsuha and then leaned down on his forearms, resting his head on them. His back was gently curved and his ass was raised up in the air. He spread his knees out wide and turned his head to gaze into Tatsuha's eyes almost innocently.

 

The teenager's jaw dropped. Ryu looked so luscious displayed there. The man had curves and dips in all the right places and the dimmed lights of the room gave his smooth skin a glowing, orange tinge. The singer looked like a tender, ripe peach just begging to be bitten into and devoured.

Tatsuha took a deep breath, mentally gathered himself and sat up, swinging his legs under himself to support his weight as he traveled down to the end of the bed to join Ryuichi.

 

The teen softly placed a hand on Ryu's lower back and ran it all the way up and over the singer's shoulders.

Ryuichi closed his eyes at the sensitive, yet some how extremely erotic touch, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan as the monk continued to rub and massage his back.

 

Tatsuha enjoyed seducing the singer, it gave him intense self satisfaction, especially when Ryu moaned or sighed. He was doing that. He was the one drawing such beautiful, sexy sounds from the pretty mouth and beautiful throat of the rock star under him.

Suddenly, Tatsuha wanted to do more then massage the singer's shoulders and back. He wanted to taste Ryu's skin, map every inch of his alluring body with his tongue. And so he did.

He continued to massage Ryu's back, running his thumbs firmly down both sides of the man's spine all the way down to the top of his ass, but as he did that he also started to lay a trail of continuous kisses along the same path.

 

Ryuichi was in heaven and he made noise accordingly. The gasps and whimpers started off quiet, almost as if he were shy, but soon they escalated into the deep, beautiful, throaty moans that he was known for.

 

Tatsuha reached underneath him and started to stroke his prominent, rock-hard erection eliciting an even louder groan from the singer.

Ryuichi leaned himself into Tatsuha's hands and mouth as they traveled along his body. The young monk above him smiled as he let his tongue escape his mouth and take a taste of Ryu's silky skin, drawing a particularly loud gasp from the singer now wriggling beneath him. Tatsuha's tongue felt white hot against his skin and Ryuichi absolutley loved the tingly-cool sensation it left behind as it traveled elsewhere.

 

The vocalist cried out with pleasure as Tatsuha's tongue left its initial starting point just below his lower back and ran hotly down between the two globes of his perfectly toned ass.

 

This was something that Tatsuha had never done to anyone before, but he had had it done to him once or twice and he personally knew how wonderful it felt.

He removed his hand from Ryuichi's cock and moved it back so that he could spread Ryu more for better access to his most delicate region.

 

The singer was speechless and beside himself with pleasure as well as happiness. It had been years since anyone had given him a rim job, mostly because he was to shy to ask. He was now very glad he had put the shower toy he had received from one of his old lover's to good use and had cleaned himself thoroughly, both inside and out.

He groaned and pushed back when he felt Tatsuha wiggle a semi-slick finger into his ass as the younger man continued to circle and pleasure his entrance with his tongue and mouth.

 

After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Tatsuha moved his attention back upwards to Ryu's back, kissing and sucking certain areas that he figured might be ticklish or sensitive.

His predictions where almost dead on and his ministrations rewarded him with moans and gasps of pleasure from the rock star's beautiful lips.

 

“Ta--Ta-kun. I want you to fuck me… Please! Now!” Ryu half begged - half moaned as his erection was once again being stroked lightly by Tatsuha's experienced hand.

 

An immediate sense of dread flooded through Tatsuha's body when he realized that he didn't have any lube with him. The monk groaned quietly as he kicked himself for not even bringing a small bottle with him, as he normally would have. Here he was, with Ryuichi begging and him without his usual tube of lubrication.

 

“Ryuichi I don't…Do you have any lube, babe?” He asked softly as he continued to stroke Ryuichi's cock slowly up and down, hoping to keep him in the right mood as they dealt with this minor crisis.

Ryu groaned in frustration and slammed his fore head against the mattress as if to punish himself for being so forgetful. His tube was, foolishly and ironically, still in the bathroom where he had used it during his shower that afternoon. Of all the nights he could have forgotten to bring it back, it had to be this one.

 

“Ryu…baby, where's--”

“Just spit on your fucking hand and screw me…please. I don't care if there's nothing better then that!”

Ryu was just about ready to turn around, straddle the monk and do it himself. The continuous soft stroking being administered to his cock and the recent rim job had revved his already jacked up sex drive to full speed and he wasn't going to last very long if Tatsuha didn't do something.

 

The monk did as he was told without further question and, after coating his cock and Ryuichi's entrance with his saliva, slammed himself into the singer's tight passage.

The pleasure was euphorically mind blowing. Ryu moved himself backwards when Tatsuha didn't move fast enough and soon the two of them were both grinding and moaning as they drove one another toward completion.

Tatsuha rotated his hips in a semi circle before slamming back into Ryu and it drew the singer immense pleasure as his prostate was hit dead on.

“Ah! Tatsuha. Do that…a-again. Please! Do that…ah! Yah baby, just like that…unnhh” Ryu was past being quiet, and he didn't give a flying fuck if the neighbors called the landlord or a god damn swat team on them. He wanted to be loud and he was going to be loud.

 

Tatsuha continued to do just what Ryuichi had begged him to do, alternating rotations slightly and pounding back in faster and harder with every thrust. The black haired youth was sweating and panting and moaning almost as loud as Ryu and he was loving every minute of it. He knew that this was one of, if not the best fuck of his life and he intended to hang on until the very last second.

 

“Ah! Tatsuha harder!…ah! yes, oh god, I'm gonna come!…more, more…faster, yah like tha--nnnnnnhuh! Ah!”

Ryuichi reached his climax almost explosively with one final brush over his prostate and Tatsuha wasn't far behind him. As soon as Ryu's inner walls locked around him, he couldn't take it any more. A few more mind blowing thrusts into that vice like grip and he too was crying out as his hot seed spilled rhythmically into his lover's ass.

 

Panting hard and still inside his lover, Tatsuha collapsed onto Ryu's back, rolling them both over onto their sides and hugging the singer as tightly as their sweat slicked bodies would allow.

Ryuichi reached a weak arm up to hold Tatsuha's arms tightly around himself.

“Ta--Tatsuha that was…the best…you…were so… I'm…you made me…so …happy …na ..no …da…”

 

As those last words of undying gratification and happiness slipped past Ryu's lips, both the singer and his new lover drifted off into an exhausted, endorphin induced sleep, both content and wrapped securely in the other's arms.

 

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After a quick call to Hiro, Shuichi retreated back up to the loft and got back into bed with Yuki. He remembered to take of his sleep pants before getting in, because he knew that Yuki liked it when he slept naked.

 

The next morning, Eiri woke up and, upon trying to sit up, felt a dull ache in his lower back.

 

“Who could have told me this was going to happen…” He muttered, glancing over at Shuichi's side of the bed as he swung his legs out from under the covers and massaged his lower back with the knuckles of his right hand. The brat was sleeping all curled up in a little ball, the green duvet tucked tightly up against his chin and around his shoulders.

 

`He looks just like a kitten when he sleeps all curled up like that,' Eiri thought, as a small smile creeping over his face. He brushed a few strands out of Shuichi's eyes and ran his hand through the kid's wild, pink hair before getting up and walking away from the bed.

 

Now normally, walking across a room with your head turned momentarily wouldn't cause a problem, but unfortunately for Eiri, today wasn't turning out to be one of those `normal' days. He took two steps with his head turned, still looking back at Shuichi and, in the process completely missed the presence of a discarded pair of plaid sleep pants that he couldn't recall being there the night before. He got his feet all tangled up in them and, as he struggled to keep his balance and get the offending garment off of his feet, he stumbled a few steps and fell head long down the loft stairs.

 

Shuichi jolted awake when he heard the loud thump and the cry of surprise that sprang from Eiri as he began his tumble.

The novelist continued his plunge down the stairs in every imaginable way. He rolled head long, side ways and even backwards some how around the gently curved set of stairs. In an instinctual attempt to right himself and stop himself from falling further, he tried to get his left leg underneath himself. It was clear in an instant of blindingly intense pain accompanied by a loud, sickening `Snap!' that that wasn't the most intelligent thing to do to try and stop his fall.

 

“Ahhh!! Oh god damn… fucking christ!! Ghaaaahh! … Sh-Shuichi!!! ohh….”

Eiri lay at the bottom of the stairs in an extremely uncomfortable position, sort of piled on top of himself. He was in an indescribable amount of pain, tears were leaking from his eyes and his left leg had a huge, oddly shaped bump and an even bigger bruise forming about three quarters of the way down from his knee.

Shuichi jumped from the bed when he heard Eiri cry out and hit the floor.

“Oh my god! Eiri!” He screeched, tears instantly welling up into his eyes as he scrambled naked down the stairs to his lover's side.

As soon as he saw Eiri lying on the floor, Shuichi knew that something serious had to be wrong with him; something other than having just fallen down a flight of stairs. The novelist was crumpled on himself from falling and his left leg looked…strange. It wasn't like it looked broken, just abnormal.

 

“Eiri!? Wh-what should I do?!” He asked urgently as if time was of the essence.

The novelist searched his hazy mind for answers, but the truth was, he didn't know exactly what to do either. His head was full of thoughts, things you'd never expect to think of after you'd just broken your leg; like how he was going to make it to his T.V. interview on Monday, or if he had fed the cat. He hadn't owned a cat in years!

 

He took as deep of a breath as he could without causing himself to throw up and attempted to clear his head.

 

“Eiri!? Eiri say something to me, honey! Please, tell me what to do!”

Shuichi was bawling and cradling Yuki's head in his lap and it was really starting to piss the immobilized writer off. Instead of saying something that he would regret in the future, he clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth as he tried very, very slowly to sit up. The singer beside him instantly tried to help him by supporting his lover's back and shoulders with his hands.

 

“Shuichi! C-calm down for me, Please! Ahh! Nnnnhhh! Uh…O-okay... Ohh oww fucking hell! …uh…y-you need to go to the phone over there,” He said as he tilted his head in the direction of the living room, “And you need to dial `0' to reach the… nnnhh! ...the front desk. Okay? Tell them what hap…”

During the duration of the conversation, Eiri had gradually still been trying to get up with Shuichi's help and as soon as he sat up far enough to see the condition his leg was in, he fell backwards and passed out right in the middle of his sentence. The trauma of the situation and his inability to cope with pain had caused the whole world to go black.

 

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