Cold Nights in Sleeping Bags

“Gojyo...” a familiar, quivering voice called him to the surface of his dreamless sleep. He hummed incoherently, not opening his eyes. “Scoot over...” He frowned and scooted to one side of his warm sleeping bag. The days were turning cold and they’d had to sleep in the open. A familiar, shivering form slipped in snugly beside him, a cold face pressing to his bare shoulder. He groaned in protest to the cold touch but didn’t move.

“You’re always like a furnace, Gojyo,” the shivering man whispered. Gojyo instinctively pulled him into more warmth with his arms. Soon, the form in his arms--so skinny and cold--stopped shivering finally.

“Thank you, Gojyo...”The redhead’s reply was just a content sigh. There was silence for a while where Gojyo fell back to sleep, but he slept more lightly, and dreamed of warmth and of more seductive things. Subconsciously he shifted a growing hard-on against that bony hip and grunted softly as pleasure shot up his senses. There was a reflexive twitch of hips against him and an oddly curious stiffness responding against his thigh.

There was a hissed intake of breath and the form stiffened in his arms. Gojyo slid his slim, sensual hands along the tense back, pulling him more flush to his body, hands massaging his back in a soothing way. The length of hardness against the redhead’s thigh throbbed and twitched. He groaned softly and rubbed his own against the other’s hip. A shuddering gasp answered that as his hand moved from his back around the slim hips and along his taut stomach. Gojyo hadn’t opened his eyes; afraid this would vanish with his dreams as most of these fantasies did. The other’s face pressed into his collarbone, warm breath across his chest, and moist lips quivering seductively.

The redhead’s hand slid across the soft material of the shirt and under to flatten over his smooth stomach. He stopped abruptly when sensitive fingers met and ghosted over the edge of a rough scar that stretched the expanse of his lower stomach. It was Gojyo’s turn to let out a shuddering breath. He caressed that scar almost lovingly, before traveling south into the edge of the other’s pants. Deftly, he popped open the button and wormed the zip down and revealed from those confines a heavy, slender erection.

“Gojyo...” his name was a whispered moan, uncertain and husky. His entire body shuddered in Gojyo’s arms. The redhead took him firmly in hand and stroked him expertly. One hand clutched his hip, the other cupping Gojyo’s still trapped erection. Gojyo buried his face in clean scented hair to cover the lusty moan he almost couldn’t stop.

Long, slender fingers, caressed him uncertainly through the cloth then moved to pull open the belt, button, and zip practically all at once.

“Yes,” Gojyo whispered in pleasure at those tentative fingers slid over his cock. That cautious exploration, fumbling with inexperience, made his heart thump hard in his chest. “Yes,” he whispered with urging again in his ear. The other’s hand grew bolder with the encouragement. Gojyo moaned into his ear and turned his concentration back to his hand on the other’s weeping erection. Rubbing against one another, jerking each other off, they moaned mutedly into the other’s neck until Gojyo felt himself getting close. He panted as his idle hand slid down the other’s back to the loose pants. Hips bucked at the touch of his hand cupping the other’s round, tight ass. The redhead’s slim fingers slid wickedly between the supple buttocks to brush that ring of muscle he found there. He received a sharp whimper for that and, not hesitating to get more from him, breached his entrance with one finger. He thrust it deep into him to smooth it on his inner juices. With a wicked flick of his finger he found the clever bundle of nerves that drove the senses wild.

“Ah! Hnn..! Gojyo!!” his strained voice broke with a near shriek he muffled against Gojyo’s chest, cumming harder than ever in his life in Gojyo’s hand and across his tanned stomach.

Gojyo himself grunted and came in the other’s hand, thrusting into it until the waves of pleasure subsided. Warmth on his chest like hot rain pulled him from the half dream of gratification. At last, though steeling himself for reality to come full force, he opened his eyes. He knew whom he’d been thinking of as this had played out, but he never thought to actually see the crown of chestnut hair--in upheaval from their activities--or the silver ear clips. A hand was splayed across his ribs, and Hakkai’s face was pressed to his chest. There were silent tears--burning against Gojyo’s skin--welling from hazel green eyes, looking at him.

One look into those eyes and he kissed Hakkai; kissed him deeply and held him close. He continued to hold him; tears ceased, sleep ensued.

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They woke to Gojyo unconsciously rubbing the scar at Hakkai’s stomach. When they peaked out of the sleeping bag there was a light blanket of snow covering everything. They sat up as one, Hakkai in Gojyo’s lap.

The brunet didn’t look at him, instead looking around at the white world. He pulled out of Gojyo’s arms and stood, fixing his clothes before heading to the stream that lay just a little bit away. Gojyo cleaned himself as well, watching Hakkai with a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t place.

Travel continued as normal, there was no change among them that anyone else could tell. There were pauses of acknowledgement sometimes, when Hakkai and Gojyo found themselves momentarily alone. Gojyo always felt a pang in his chest, sometimes wanting to say something. But he never did, the chance always swept away when Goku or Sanzo appeared from anywhere, oblivious. They’d look quickly away.

They spent their nights at inns for several more weeks.

The Sanzo-ikkou was caught out in the open again. It was well into the night, and all were exhausted. Goku already slept, and Sanzo--irritable more than usual--was also drooping with sleep. Hakkai stopped them in a small space in a ring of trees. Sanzo rolled Goku into a sleeping bag and crawled into his own right beside him on one side of the jeep. Hakkai nodded to Gojyo to get out the other side of the jeep. Hakkai settled on his back beside the jeep, cocooned in his sleeping bag. Gojyo flopped onto his side in his own, looking out over the cold grass and trees. As sleep pulled him into darkness, he pulled the long sleeping bag flap closed over his head.