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DANGEROUS CURVES	By : annedrew Category: +S to Z > Slam Dunk Views: 3696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Dangerous Curves
Date Created: May 31,2004

"Juichiro Seiko." Ichiro murmured to Hanamichi's ear.
They were both having their morning cleansing in the circular marbled bath-tub. Ichiro caressed Hanamichi's wet arms gently and smelling the fragrance of the bubble soap in him.
Hanamichi was sitting inside of his boyfriend's widely separated legs and he could feel his throbbing penis against his back.
"He's a private Japanese detective from America." Ichiro rubbed the tip of his high nose against Hanamichi's neck and jaw while the latter succumbed with moans. "He's skilled and very witty. Only a very rich man can afford his salary."
"You knew his motives?" Hanamichi's eyes were closed from the absorption of the pleasing sensation.
"He refused to speak. But I know he would soon. I ask the police to watch him closely. No form of bailing shall be made without my concern."
Hanamichi racked his legs so his cotton-soft butt would punch against Ichiro's inclining manhood.
"Ahh..." Ichiro's arms were sojourned in the edge of the tub and his face directed to the ceiling as the delighting feeling collapsed in his down-under. "More, baby. More..."
Turning around to face Ichiro, Hanamichi shoved some white bubbles in his boyfriend's shoulders then his hands travelled down the toned chest and 6-pack abs. Hanamichi landed his wet hot lips on Ichiro's chest, nibbling on his erected bud.
It sent Ichiro to blithe. He was now getting insane from the incredible touches of the sexy redhead. Ichiro have had five boyfriends in the past, but no one has given him the greater pleasure than Hanamichi could.

Kaede entered the Achilles Spa Center.
His detective was still in prison and he promised him that he would bail him out, once he finds the right time to move. Right now, Kaede had to focus on the information his detective had given him.
Hanamichi may live like a real prince in the arms of his rich boyfriends, but he still preferred to work in a Spa Center, for a self-worked income. His pride was still his priority. It's very-Hanamichi.
Kaede signed the information sheet give the the counter, then headed inside a very cozy room with wooden walls, live orchids in a pot and aromatheraphy candles.
"Just relax sir, he will come here soon." A Japanese lady lit up the five candles in different colors. "You may take off your clothes now."
Kaede nodded and the lady left the secluded room. The sportsman started unbuttoning his polo and unzipping his pants. He was excited to finally see Hanamichi in person. He actually insisted it in the counter that he choose the one to massage him.
Now, he laid on the leather-covered foam bed, his chest facing downwards. He didn't intend to cover his naked butt. He just pressed on the little machine that will signalled to the outside that he's already.
Finally, Hanamichi entered, wearing only a skimpy white boxer's shorts, as Kaede had requested. Hanamichi was holding a set of white towels in his hands with a bottle of herbal oil. He placed it on the nearby table.
"Good morning!" The redhead greeted amicably to the customer and his eyes automatically widened as Kaede looked at him. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"Apparently, for massage." Kaede muttered, without taking his gaze away from Hanamichi.
"And you requested for me, wearing this?" Hanamichi's eyebrows knitted. "How could you? Not because you have higher income than I do now, you'll have the right to do this!"
Kaede faced the wall and mumbled, as if talking to himself only. "I bet your other customers would even ask you to go naked in front of them."
"You fox!" Hanamichi wanted to grab him and throw him out of the window, but it's a fact that Kaede was their customer in the Spa Center and the customer is always right.
"What are you waiting for?" Kaede eyed him swiftly, then leaned down his face on the head-rest board.
Hanamichi took a towel and covered Kaede's butt immediately. "Asshole..."
Kaede didn't speak, and instead, pointed his finger at the phone machine as a threat to the redhead that he would call the attention of the Spa manager if Hanamichi wouldn't be silent and obedient.
Having no choice at all, Hanamichi squeezed drops of oil in his palm, mixed it with the other and began on Kaede's shoulders. He massaged it very well that Kaede was really relaxing.
Hanamichi dipped his thumb and index fingers on Kaede's back, sliding down over and over. Then he pressed on Kaede's waist in and out until he jumped towards tightight.
Kaede felt the right time to open his legs a little and Hanamichi was extremely stunned. Hanamichi saw Kaede's reddish-tan balls inside his thighs. "Would you mind wearing a brief at least?"
The sportsman had no answer. It was an obvious NO.
"Deeper..." Kaede murmured and Hanamichi obeyed. He massaged Kaede's right leg with two hands. Kaede's flesh was really white and flawless. Despite of constant minor injuries in NBA, he maintained a scarless skin. "Upper."
Hanamichi closed his eyes, afraid to see Kaede's balls again. His hands were now very near to Kaede's butt. Hanamichi assured himself that not even the tip of his fingernails would touch that balls.
"Massage my butt." Kaede said and Hanamichi frowned. He was crossing the line. Hanamichi was very used to it. His customers, especially the males were really taking advantage of him. Some would even ask them to massage and kiss their manhood. This is just a butt. The big deal is: it's Kaede Rukawa, the man he loathed so much on earth.
Hanamichi crumpled and rubbed the smooth butt of the sportsman. He put some oil on it for an easy massaging.
Suddenly, Kaede turned around and faced Hanamichi that led the latter to be really shocked. The redhead looked straight on Kaede's face, refusing to see his penis.
"Cover my penis. Just my penis. I want you to massage my hips."
Hanamichi took the towel that was covering Kaede's butt a while ago. He wrapped it around Kaede's manhood, so no matter how he wanted to close his eyes, he couldn't. And no matter how he wanted not to touch it, he also couldn't.
Kaede moved his head as Hanamichi's fingers dug on the flesh of his shoulders. His eyelids closed and his mind and body cherishing the soft and mild touches of someone so special.
The very-toned muscles and broad trunk of Kaede was brought by his strenuous training in America. Hanamichi could remember that seven years ago, they both have the same built and sam same abilities in Basketball. But abandoning Basketball for five years, Hanamichi had no idea if he could still shoot a ball on the hoop.
Hanamichi was about to run his fingers on Kaede's hips when the phone machine beat. Kaede answered it. The caller was the Spa's manager.
"Excuse me sir for interrupting you, but there is this gentleman out here persistently requesting for a body massage by Hanamichi Sakuragi." The manager said.
"I paid for an hour."
"Yes sir. We can give you another man to do the job."
"This is a first-come-first-serve basis."
The manager seemed to be talking to someone that he wasn't able to respond immediately.
"This customer is willing to pay for your bill as long as you let someone take over Hanamichi's place."
"No." And Kaede hang up.
Hanamichi sighed. He's very in demand right now. Rich men were battling over him, even on body massage.
"My thighs..." Kaede reminded him for he was skipping to it.
Hanamichi prudently slid his fingers on Kaede's thighs, sending lingling sensations on Kaede's nerves.
"We're in a spa center and not a gay bar." Hanamichi murmured.
Kaede replied like it was no big deal at all. "I know. And I'm enjoying it."
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