Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Interesting Encounter ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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

They walked out of the Dean’s office collecting boxes, tape, and packing beads from the secretary like they were told before walking back to the boys dorm with the stuff in tow. Noting the time at one o’clock Ichiro immediately attacked his clothes packing them neatly in his trunk that he’d brought with him. He packed his TV in the biggest box with plenty of beads before sealing it and pushing it by the door. Packing his electronics next he moved on to the stuff in his desk and bedside table before pulling his refrigerator out from under his bed. He rested then pulling out a soda, guzzling half of it before setting it aside and finishing up his packing. He laid on the school provided mattress finishing up his soda at two thirty wondering how it would feel to live in his first apartment. After finishing his soda he emptied the trash in his room and came back just two minutes before the movers knocked on his door. He helped them move his stuff as Ichiro helped out his stuff in the truck as well. They ignored the onlookers as they worked shirtless and sweating. Akira had to secure his hair several times before they were all packed up but they finished within an hour. He drove his car across the street behind the movers while Ichiro took the keys for their dorms back to the administration office. He helped the movers move his stuff to the back room first, they had just got the last box in when Ichiro got there and helped them move his stuff in. For the rest of the afternoon Ichiro and Akira fixed their rooms to their liking asking each other for help on occasion before finally finishing up. Since the school had taken care of the electricity and gas for the week they set about making a grocery list which was pretty long. After Akira had given him a hundred dollars Ichiro left to go and get the food while the younger man took his time and began cleaning the kitchen. By the time Ichiro got back the kitchen was spotless as were the bathrooms and Akira was just finishing up the livingroom by vacuuming it. For a moment Ichiro could only stare at the younger man who was wearing a muscle shirt and shorts over his slender frame and a rag over his bound up hair. Yes he was beautiful there was no mistake about that but why should he be moved by another man Ichiro wondered. When Akira turned off the vacuum cleaner Ichiro called out to him but didn’t receive a reply. When the younger man simply bent at the waist rolling up the vacuum cleaning cord Ichiro walked over to him touching him gently in the middle of his back where he knew he was still bruised. Akira jumped whirling around before leaping automatically into a basic fighting stance. Ichiro held up his hands to show he was unarmed and Akira laughed a little louder than normal pulling wireless earphones out of his ears that were blasting music. He turned them off with a flick of his small, slender fingers still smiling. “Sorry didn’t hear you come in,” Akira said, “when I get into a cleaning frenzy I like to hear music.
“I see,” Ichiro said, “I didn’t mean to startle you but when I called out you didn’t answer.”
“It’s cool,” Akira answered shrugging gracefully, “so did you get the food.”
“Yeah it’s in the car,” Ichiro answered, “but since you’ve done so much I can get it and bring it in then we can put it up together.”
“Sounds cool,” Akira said grinning, “hope you don’t mind but I put up your dishes as well as my own in separate cabinets of course and I even labeled them. The refrigerator has two labeled shelves as well one yours and one mine until we can gage our eating tastes and tempers about someone eating your food. Me I don’t care cause I don’t eat much anyway but you probably have your special snacks like me. So whatever you don’t want touched you put it on you’re shelf k.”
“Sounds cool,” Ichiro agreed before turning and going through the garage door where both of their cars were parked and beginning to bring the groceries in. While he did this Akira kept cleaning attacking the dining room and even had it finished by the time Ichiro brought in the last bags of groceries. They put the food up ribbing and chuckling at each other over their tastes in food. It was well after ten by the time they sat in the dining room with some sandwiches, chips, and sodas. When their food was finished Akira fell asleep while they sat talking about nothing important and looking out the sliding glass door at the pool. Leaving him where he was Ichiro took the dishes to the kitchen and washed and dried them before putting them where they belonged. When he was finished he went back into the diningroom and carefully lifted Akira in his arms surprised to find the younger man so light. He carried him into his room and laid him down on his bed tossing a cover over him before leaning down and pressing a feather light kiss to his cheek and leaving the room. Ichiro climbed into his own bed falling into a disturbed sleep. The next morning he woke up to the smell of breakfast and the dulcet tones of the violin playing Mozart. Ichiro climbed out of bed and made his way to the diningroom to find the table set for breakfast in a traditional Japanese style dishes included. There were bowls of miso soup on the right and small tray with two rice balls on the left. In the middle were grilled fish with a small bowl of daikon radish and a tray of pickles. Chopsticks were set neatly on top of the plates waiting to be used and tea cups were sitting upturned on small saucers while a small pot of tea sat steaming beside a pitcher of milk. Akira was standing with his back to the room looking out of the now open glass doors playing his violin with a slight sway to his body that matched the beat. When the song ended Ichiro cleared his throat walking up to the table and sitting down.
“Good morning,” Akira said smiling at him when he turned around. Akira put away his violin and then sat across from Ichiro both of them folding their hands and speaking together to give thanks for the food. “Itadakimasu,” they said together before lifting their chopsticks and picking up their fish. “Sorry for causing you any trouble last night,” Akira said blushing as he remembered what he thought had been a kiss and the wild dream that had followed.
“It was no trouble,” Ichiro said dropping his eyes quickly, “I just didn’t want you to sleep at the table.” Ichiro ripped off his pieces of fish quickly dipping it in his miso soup and popping it into his mouth along with pickle and radish.
“I wasn’t too heavy was I?” Akira asked carefully eating his food slowly.
“No,” Ichiro said finishing up his fish before eating the rest of his soup with his rice balls. Akira took a deep breath pushing aside his half eaten fish before looking at Ichiro directly.
“Did you kiss me last night?” He asked quietly watching as Ichiro faltered in his eating only for a second before he continued to make quick work of his breakfast. Akira waited patiently while Ichiro finished his breakfast even pouring him tea before he poured himself some milk and repeated his question in a firmer voice.
“It was a force of habit and I apologize,” Ichiro said finally keeping his eyes downcast as he drank his tea. “I used to put my younger brothers to sleep all the time and I always kissed them on the cheek when I tucked them in. When I realized what I had done I was ashamed and I hope you can forgive me.”
“Under one circumstance,” Akira said blushing furiously.
“What?” Ichiro asked confused.
“Well y-you’ve had a girlfriend r-right?” Akira stammered.
“Yes several,” Ichiro asked using his hands to motion for the younger man to get to the point.
“Well I-I want y-you to teach me how to kiss,” Akira said hiding his face behind his hands. When he dared to drop his fingers he stared at Ichiro over the top of them blushing even brighter when he saw the older man began to laugh.
“You want me to teach you how to kiss,” Ichiro repeated still laughing. “And how do you suppose I do that because I learned from experience?”
“However you like,” Akira said covering his eyes again, “just teach me.”
“Ok,” Ichiro said still chuckling, “but I’ll have to teach you the way I learned.”
“I understand,” Akira said taking his hands down though he knew he was still blushing. He made short work of his rice ball and miso soup letting Ichiro finish up his fish before they gathered up the dishes and washed them before putting them away. When they were done Akira helped Ichiro to study his science between them compiling notes for the next three chapters. After they’d put away their work they grabbed a quick bite to eat before they found themselves sitting in Ichiro’s room staring at each other silently.
“Ok now show me what you know,” Ichiro said bending his head slightly to compensate for their height difference.
“Um ok,” Akira said blushing as he bent toward Ichiro laying a tentative kiss against his lips. Ichiro arched a brow at him while fighting the urge to shiver and keep himself objective.
“What was that?” Ichiro demanded. “Are you sure you’re not a girl because that wasn’t a manly kiss,” he chided, “now try again.” Akira blushed from the rebuke he’d gotten and leaned in giving Ichiro a rougher kiss though it was still gentle and hesitant. “No, “ Ichiro said sighing, “like this. He reached up taking Akira’s face gently in his hands kissing him just short of forceful while still keeping it gentle. When he pulled back he found Akira’s eyes closed, his cheeks slightly reddened, and his full cupid-bow lips still half puckered. “Now you try again.”
“Ok,” Akira said grabbing Ichiro’s face gently and bringing his mouth to his. Ichiro raised his hands using them to force Akira to get a stronger grip on his face before pressing his lips harder against the younger man’s causing him to follow his lead. Ichiro let the tender press of Akira’s lips affect him and he found himself grabbing the younger man’s hair tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. He licked Akira’s lips gently causing the younger man to sigh into his mouth and open to him enough so that he could slide his tongue in. Akira opened his eyes surprised but he was unable to stop the moans crawling up from his chest and throat and into Ichiro’s mouth. The older man kissed Akira passionately his tongue dancing with his in a sensually smooth and satisfying dance of a rougher sense as if they were battling it out in the dojo. The experience of kissing the younger man moved Ichiro so much that he jerked Akira against him using his hair as a handle to keep him off balance and clutching him while he took the kiss even deeper. When Akira dug his nails into his back Ichiro broke from the kiss moving away from the younger man almost in fear. Never in his life had he felt such a sensation when his body had already felt as if were filled to bursting with passion. It left the older man shaking and leaning back against his headboard breathing raggedly. Akira lay on his back with his legs bent under him so that it seemed he was doing a kind of sexy dance, his chest rose and fell harshly and his eyes were closed as he clutched at his heart.
“Fuck,” Ichiro said after he’d regained enough air to speak. Akira laughed, the sound low and sultry.
“Wow is that what it feels like to kiss,” he said in a gentle voice with his eyes still closed.
“Not when you’re just learning,” Ichiro said staring at Akira as if he were some new species that had been sent to destroy him. Akira opened his eyes then, turning the violet blue orbs still lit with passion on the older man.
“So does this mean I’m a natural?” Akira asked laughing as he slowly sat up. Ichiro watched all of Akira’s slow, sexy movements his eyes being drawn back to the younger man’s passionately lit orbs more and more. What the hell was going on he thought as he cowered against his head board like a frightened child with his heart beating wildly with the urge to claim the younger man. When Ichiro didn’t answer him he said nothing else, both of them simply sat staring silently at each other. Akira’s eyes were still lit with the dying light of passion as he regarded his older roommate but Ichiro’s eyes were still fresh with fear.