Grow Up

Chapter 2: Get a Grip

Hours had passed into the night, and when Kyoya’s eyes opened up due to an uncomfortable sensation he was feeling, he saw the clock in front of him say 1:28 a.m. It was blurry and fuzzy but the numbers were large enough so that he could discern the time at the very least. His head felt light and a bit euphoric for some strange reason. Before he could figure out what was going on, a voice softly moaned behind him and Kyoya soon realized the currently situation he was in. The megane didn’t know what to this at this point, but mortified was a good start. Tamaki had suddenly jumped into bed with him and was glued like a panda to a tree onto Kyoya with one of his hands gently ‘latched’ to his lower region. No wonder he was feeling light headed a few seconds ago. “Damn baser instincts to hell…” he growled as he tried freeing his right arm that was sandwiched between their bodies to try and pry him off. “Tamaki,” he scolded his molester as he poked the boy roughly in the head several times, “Tamaki you idiot, get off of me.”

It was a little known fact that Tamaki tended to travel in his sleep, which was why his bed at home was insanely enormous. But how did the guy manage to get from the floor to his bed was beyond Kyoya’s comprehension. “…mnnn…” was the only response that came from Tamaki. His hand moved a little, which ended up stroking the brunette in a way that caused even the Shadow King to flush pink. Kyoya couldn’t mentally digest this right now and grabbed the other boy’s arm and ripped the guy off of him, “Tamaki, would you get a grip, besides me!” This seemed to jolt the blond awake finally, and with sleep in his eyes he looked up at Kyoya both confused and perplexed, “Huh? What am I doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” he replied, the calm and collected tone in his voice had been regained but Kyoya was still a bit on the frazzled side, “How did you manage to go from the floor to my bed?” It took a while for Tamaki to realize his own surroundings. Everything was so dark but at least his eyes were adjusted enough to see the pile of blanket on the floor by the kotatsu. Somehow he had crawled into bed with his best friend. “Did you-?”

“I didn’t invite you,” Kyoya replied instantly to the question without skipping a beat, “Again I will ask you how you managed to travel all the way over here.”

“I honestly don’t know,” was all he could muster as the two sat up and stared at each other for a moment. This was certainly awkward. Kyoya wasn’t even looking at Tamaki at this point, mostly because his face was still very warm from the physical sensations caused by his best friend. “Do you need me to escort you to another bed now that you’re awake?”

“Kyoya, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s irrelevant now.”

“Did I do anythi-“

“Do you want to sleep or not?” There was a tone of annoyance in Kyoya’s voice that was different than usual. His eyes still didn’t want to meet with Tamaki’s, but he could feel the guy’s eyes on the back of his head burning much like a dog wanting table scraps during dinner. “I’m sure it wasn’t intentional. Forget about the bed. Just go back to sleep.” Still not looking at Tamaki, he slid back down on his back and turned his head away to try and sleep. This wasn’t comforting to the other one at all. Was Kyoya now rejecting him too? “Kyoya?”

“What?” the tone still annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I won’t bother you again,” and with that Tamaki pushed himself off the bed and went to get up. In that process he found himself unable to move as a hand had clamped around his wrist. Looking down, he felt even more confused than before but finally met eyes with his friend again, “Kyoya?”

“I swear you are a complete idiot,” he murmured with exasperation. It was a lose-lose scenario no matter what he did or said. Pulling the other host club member back into bed beside him, he looked over and sighed, “You grabbed me.”

“Grabbed you?”

“Think really hard before I’m forced to explain.” As instructed, Tamaki tried to figure out the meaning behind those words. It was almost futile to get the blond to understand the subtle hints. Had he not learned anything from Kyoya after these past couple of years together? Luckily the look of realization finally hit the other boy and now he, too, was blushing from the situation long past. “Like I said, forget it. I’m sure it was an accident, especially considering the recent circumstan- GAH!”

Within a split seconds he founds himself, once again, completely wrapped up in Tamaki’s limbs as he hugged Kyoya and rubbed his face like a kitten against the other guy, “Oh Kyoya! You’re such a forgiving person!” This was like a nightmare. His personal space was invaded yet again as the other guy was now clinging to him in cheery bliss. While his mind reeled at the predicament once more, his body responded to this measure of endearment in a whole different fashion. Heart pounding against his ribs, Kyoya tried to center his mind before random physical pleasures would grasp his sanity. During this endeavor Tamaki came to a sudden discovery that startled him as well. He was just about to open his mouth when Kyoya cut him off, “Don’t say anything. Just go to bed.” As much as he wanted to cooperate, this sudden discovery couldn’t help but titillate the interest of the utterly curious. Since his friend was being so bashful, in his cool brooding sort of way, Tamaki had a spark of ingenious deviousness that could not be left undone! Sure it was a bit embarrassing to find out that another guy was having some unexpected physical reactions to you. But in this moment Tamaki’s curiosity was dying to be satiated. What was it like to be with Kyoya? The guy never opened up to anyone but him, and even then, there were always a ton of secrets and closed doors in a cryptic maze of lies and subtlety. The Shadow King was truly a work of art to Tamaki, and he was always a challenge. Would he rebuke a head-on confrontation if-

A hand grabbed Tamaki’s wrist again and now was staring into Kyoya’s cold eyes, “You did that on purpose.” Busted. Better to hide it for now, “Ah, Kyoya I’m sorry. I was just turning on my side.” The vice-like grip loosened and Tamaki did a little tossing to add substance to the lie. Managing to flip over to his belly, the blond feign sleeping for a while so that he could watch and wait for the megane to lower his defenses. He waited until the clock said 2:15 a.m. and he could hear the soft breathing of his best friend. You would never guess the guy was practically an evil genius when he slept so soundly and looked peaceful in the process. One could even say he looked utterly adorable when sleeping. Tamaki was aware that at this stage of the game Kyoya would be a ticking time bomb if he was awoken. But he threw caution into the wind as a playful smirk came to his lips and he creped his right hand under the covers over to Kyoya’s side of the bed.
Figuring to go the gentle route first, his fingertips glided along the fabric of Kyoya’s pajamas just over the guy’s stomach. Luckily nighttime apparel was loose and breezy, allowing him no trouble to snake himself under the garments to get to the smooth skin below. The lean muscles underneath twitched a bit, but otherwise remained calm as Tamaki grazed his fingers along his classmate’s tummy in small circles and random strokes. Kyoya was so warm, and as his fingers trailed lower it almost seemed like the guy’s skin was hot to the touch. There was a short retreat as he adjusted his hand so that he was back outside of the pajamas. The coup de grace would begin in the next set of touches. His fingertips touched down on the fabric once more, but this time he was aiming for a much lower region than before. He could feel the curvature of the limb that he was caressing and held his breath as he waited for a sign of life. A few long strokes followed by circular motions, for a time nothing seemed to be happening. Perhaps if a person was in a deep enough sleep you could get away with just about anything. Tamaki was just about to give up when suddenly he felt a small jolt of movement from under his minstrels. This almost scared him as he stopped what he was doing and looked up to see if he would be facing the wrath of an angry god. Nothing had changed other than the fact that Kyoya’s head had changed directions to where it was facing Tamaki. But the guy was still asleep with a bit of pink brushed on his cheeks. This was almost too good to be true. With careful precision, Tamaki ran his finger down his friend’s shaft over the cloth while keeping his devious gaze upon Kyoya’s face. The appendage moved to his touch and there was a slight twitch coming from the corner of the megane’s mouth. It was as if the distraction could be completely felt, but wasn’t sure whether he was dreaming or actually feeling the sensation. This seemed to tickle Tamaki with a cruel delight as he continued to sexually arouse his sleeping friend. Suddenly the words that had transpired between him and Haruhi had temporarily disappeared for the moment. Kyoya was currently under his command as he continued to run his fingers up and down in order to stiffen the guy more.

Several minutes more had passed and suddenly Kyoya found himself slowly coming back into consciousness from his slumber. For the briefest of moments his mind was everywhere else but on the current predicament. All he knew was that he felt very warm and light headed again. His mind eventually put the equation together and suddenly jerked up to prop himself up on his elbows. Beyond mortified, his eyes dilated to his placement in this new situation. Tamaki was sitting on his knees staring at him with a wicked grin as though he had accomplished some great feat. That feat, as he soon saw, was having Kyoya’s member at complete attention and poking through the button-up hole in the front of his pajama pants. “Tam-,” he couldn’t even complete the name as a wave of pleasure tingled down his body from the base of his spine. Shutting his eyes, he attempted to drown out the image but Tamaki wasn’t soon going to let him forget it. The blond rubbed his fingertip over the very tip of Kyoya’s penis, eliciting a shiver from the guy’s body and a silky sticky liquid to spurt a little from the opening. Embarrassing could not fully describe what Kyoya was currently feeling at the moment. “Didn’t I tell you to go back to sleep?” The tone trying to maintain the stoic calmness he normally had, but it was very apparent there was some stress belaboring his voice. Tamaki gave him credit for trying his best to hide it, “Kyoya, why didn’t you ever tell me anything like this?”

“What are you babbling about?”

The smirk turned into a bit of a frown as Tamaki’s finger ran down to the base of the boy’s shaft and then he slicked it back up on the underside. Again, another chill ran through the Shadow King and his body responded in kind with a generous spurt of semen. For the first time ever, Kyoya grit his teeth together and uttered a small groan as the hot liquid trickled down his cock. It wasn’t like he was expecting the same reaction to the fellow club member. Sexuality wasn’t something Kyoya often questioned, if at all. Everything was always figures, numbers, calculations, tabulations, and learning how to be ten steps ahead of everyone else. The idea hadn’t even crossed his mind until just this evening. This was one thing he wasn’t expecting to be blind-sided with, but suddenly Tamaki threw a curve ball into the mix and the world was no longer under Kyoya’s thumb. “Are you expecting a medal?”

“No,” Tamaki replied indigently, “I never knew this was going to happen. But now I wonder what else you’re hiding from me. This was the one thing I think I have control over right now.”

“Sometimes you need to mind your own business, Su-OH!” The President had now grabbed hold of Kyoya and pressed his fingertips along the head of his dick to massage him. It was like milking an animal as more pre-cum ejaculated and ran along Tamaki’s hand. The fun and games were ceased as Kyoya reached out and grabbed his wrist once more, “Don’t.” Usually the blond took the hint, but this time he was choosing to blatantly ignore the other. “Kyoya, let go.” This time it was apparent who was in control, and Tamaki utilized the same calm tone that his friend was better known for performing. “Maybe this is the best for the both of us tonight. Who knows? I certainly don’t anymore. What I do know is that you’ve always been here protecting my own interests and putting yours in the distance. You do it with your father too, scrapping your own dreams to perform someone else’s. Why don’t you tell me these things? Why don’t you enjoy yourself for once?”

For once Kyoya had no verbal reply, but stared back at him defiantly instead. When the staring contest had ended, he finally replied, “You need to get a better grip on reality rather than me.”

“What do you want, Kyoya Ohtori?” Tamaki stated directly as he leaned in with a very serious expression on his face. Unfortunately the brunette couldn’t return with a decent answer to the question, “Are you insane? Has Haruhi finally made you completely lose it?”

Ignoring all of this, Tamaki continued to advance on his friend, “What do you want from me, Kyoya Ohtori?” He was trying to push his buttons, to back him into a corner that Kyoya wouldn’t be able to get out of. This was the only way to get the guy to just be honest and blunt about personal matters of emotion. But this was a conversation Kyoya just didn’t want to have and he tried scooting back against the wall and even motioned to push away, “You don’t want to know right now, Tamaki, stop being a fool and just go to bed.”

“Why don’t you take what you want, Kyoya Ohtori?”

Was there no end in sight to this harassment? “Would you stop that already!” He shoved Tamaki back but this didn’t deter the guy from advancing once again at him.
“Kyoya, just take what you want from me!”

“No!”

“Kyoya, just take me!”

“Why!”

“Because that’s what you want, right?”

“Why do you care?!” the Shadow King lost all of his cool and snapped back in hopes this would finally be the last straw on the matter. Something in the pit of his stomach made him realize that Tamaki was going to bang down the door he kept tucked away in his labyrinth of emotions. For a rare time in his life, Kyoya now had no idea what to do in regards to this whole situation. It was one thing to be blind-sided by something unexpected, but Tamaki was doing that and tearing the rug from underneath his feet in one fell swoop.

“Kyoya, just do it!”

Completely frustrated at this point, he grabbed Tamaki by the collar and yanked him down to the bed, switching positions with the boy. He hovered over his classmate visually exposed with a mixture of hatred, relief, and utter embarrassment coursing through his body. Tamaki always had this strange ability to push him over the edge and adhere to his baser nature. “God damn you, Tamaki…” Despite all of this there was nothing but the look of satisfaction painted on the blond’s face. “Don’t make me do it.”

“Kyoya…what do you want from me?” he asked his friend calmly as he looked up with the pure desire to put an end to the misery between the two of them. This was Kyoya’s last chance to compose himself. Exasperated, he took several deep breaths before glaring at his friend who was currently in the midst of his collar grip, “What about Haruhi?”

The silence filled the room once more before Tamaki looked up at him and suddenly there was reassurance between the both of them in these words, “Haruhi’s a very independent person. Right now, I’m here for you.” Picking Tamaki up to his knees the two took a moment longer to exchange glances before Kyoya ran his hand behind the boy’s neck and pulled him into a wanton kiss. It felt right to them both in this sudden heat of passion. As the two locked themselves in the awkward embrace all worries from the day had melted completely. Tamaki was right, they needed this chance to get lost in the moment, to forget everything that was happening and that which had yet to come. Being perfect required a great deal of bottled up emotions, and it seemed there was no reprieve from the image one always had to uphold in front of the public eye. Here they were secluded. Here they were alone. Here they were free to just be two boys on the verge of a whole lifetime yet ahead of them and no one but each other to make that leap into the wilderness of the social unknowns. It was freeing in a sense, and at that point all the tension that had caused Kyoya so much grief could finally be released into the darkness while everyone was away.

As the two parted lips Tamaki finally asked, “How did that feel?” By now they had both regained their senses and the Shadow King smirked as a response to the question, “It appears I am no longer the only one who’s exposed anymore.” Tamaki looked down to see that he was very well on his way to saluting in the same manner that Kyoya was. Only difference was that he wasn’t completely hanging out of his pants. “Shall I fix that for you?” Tamaki didn’t have time to respond before his classmate was already yanking at the buttons and zippers that held up his pants. For as patient as the Vice President was capable of being in every day life, he wasted no time in ungracefully removing any and all clothing that would interrupt him when he ravaged his President’s body. “H-hey there, take it easy,” Tamaki would tease on occasion as shirt was pulled off and strewn to the ground without care. The two played back and forth as the blond decided to be equally as rough with Kyoya and his priceless pajamas. Buttons flew, clothes littered the room, and with a loud ‘whump’ the two had fallen back into bed from rough housing with the clothes.

“Who’s taking the botto-WHOA!” He didn’t even have to finish asking as Kyoya grabbed his right ankle and yanked the guy toward his hips. “Oh…I guess that would be me. So unfair,” he whined belligerently but only with the intention of being a tease. Leaning in, Kyoya growled, “If you think you should be on top, then take it from me.” Now he was shivering at how the brunette conducted foreplay. The boy was so rough and this time the tables would be turned. Perhaps it was best if the Shadow King took the lead. After all, it was he that seemed to have more pent up frustration than Tamaki. The eroticism of it all was a bit much that it took him a moment to rethink what he was about to do. That time was all but destroyed when he felt something slippery and cold run across his rectum, “AH! That’s freaking cold!” He looked over to Kyoya whose eyes had all but gone apathetic to the reaction, “Sorry, would you have preferred I enter you dry?”

“N-no, I think lubed would be better.” This seemed odd. Since when did Kyoya own lubricant? “When did you purchase tha-?”

“I’m a genius, not a robot,” Kyoya replied bluntly, “Puberty hit me too, or did you seem to forget that?” That made sense. Kyoya was still human, though the thought of him masturbating to anything was somewhat hard to picture. What, exactly, did he jerk off to? Numbers? Money? Defeating his father?! HARUHI!?! “Stop,” Kyoya grabbed Tamaki’s head in order to make the guy focus again, “Thinking about that will only hurt your brain, and I need you concentrating on the current task.”

Pretty soon the blond was reminded of what that task was as Kyoya paid him back in kind by running a finger up the under portion of his shaft. The victim quivered at the touch and now the Shadow King had returned to his own throne of control as he began massaging Tamaki’s dick with one hand while going down and gently entering his rear to stretch it a bit with two lubricated fingers. He fell back on his elbows and soon his arms gave out entirely as Kyoya became diligent in the task of servicing him front and back. Moaning unconsciously escaped his throat as he spread his legs a bit more, almost uncertain of where to place them. What Kyoya was waiting for eventually drizzled from its erected home and dripped onto Tamaki’s stomach in little droplets. As far as Kyoya was concerned, he was ready.

As Tamaki prepared for the upcoming onslaught, his partner in crime made sure that his own unit was back in action and lubricated enough so that the entry wasn’t too painful. “Ready?” was followed by the other one with a hesitant nod. Kyoya adjusted their hips one more time before grabbing the head of his dick and slowly began the pushing process. Tamaki winced as he felt his rectum be stretched open to accommodate his friend’s member. Slowly and steady was only making the process longer, so in one strong thrust Kyoya pushed himself all the way in to hear a short yelp in response. It was a little while before Tamaki was ready to continue, and when the signal was given his friend pulled out halfway before thrusting deep into his butt again. The mixture of pain and pleasure was causing him to clamp his muscles around Kyoya. In return, Kyoya’s senses had been extremely heightened to the feelings having sexual intercourse for the first time. It was one thing to do it yourself but another thing entirely when you had a partner.

A few more slow pushes and soon Kyoya began a rhythmic motion of thrusting himself in and out of the boy below him. What were once groans of pain were now moans of passion as Tamaki unconsciously began using a free hand to jerk himself up and down while Kyoya fucked him. Beads of sweat ran down out of Kyoya’s short hair and a few fell onto the pristine skin of his new French lover. All the aggression and pent up feelings about Tamaki, the Host Club, Haruhi…everything had been bottled up inside of him waiting to explode. Realizing this, he leaned in again to kiss Tamaki again and he even snagged the boy’s lower lip with his teeth out of the playful aggression that had spawned from within. After several minutes of build up, Kyoya pulled himself out and picked Tamaki up to turn him around. It was confusing at first, but eventually Tamaki found himself placed on his knees and leaning against the wall nearly kissing it in the process.
Kyoya re-entered again and this time he was able to penetrate the boy even deeper than before. Again the groans of intense pleasure were reaped well by the Shadow King’s ears as he pushed himself intensely into the guy. Tamaki used his left arm to prop himself up against the wall while using his free hand to go back down to service his own dick. The two bucked at each other as they moved together to feel the intensity of their own frustrations. As names were murmured and panting became heavier from the both of them, eventually the sound of a more guttural moan could be heard as one of Kyoya’s hands hit the wall. Tamaki could feel the hot semen shoot into his rectum as his friend released himself from edge. His jerking went rapid as Tamaki’s fingers placed a choking pressure just behind the head of his penis which triggered the final move to cause his own milky fluids to eject from his dick and splatter all over the pillow he was kneeling on. For a moment the two simply knelt there, Kyoya still buried inside his friend, as they leaned together against the wall and panted away the sweat and sex. It was like getting off an insane roller coaster where there were no safety locks to keep you inside the ride. More minutes ticked away before Kyoya was limp enough to pull himself out and catch the rest of his breath.

“That was…insane,” Tamaki replied, laughing and huffing all at the same time. When he looked behind to see if Kyoya concurred he was greeted by a winded nod and a delighted smirk. Now it was the blond’s turn to gently take Kyoya from the back of the neck and pull him into another kiss. When they parted for the last time, he smiled and said, “Thank you. I think we both needed this, for multiple reasons.” There was no way Kyoya could disagree, seeing that his mood had suddenly improved a great deal after both of them had engaged in this illustrious ‘activity’. As Tamaki rolled over a little and collapsed, Kyoya leaned over his pillow and ran his fingers along the casing. “I told you not to make a mess,” he grumbled as his fingers rubbed the slick substance a bit before wiping it off on the side of the bed. Tamaki simply laughed, “What are you going to do about it? Call the cops on me?”

“No, I plan to make you wash it in the morning,” he replied without skipping a beat. That only seemed to make Tamaki happier, “Oh! Do you have one of those stain pens that rubs them out of fabric? Haruhi always used them when she had a really bad stain, it’s like coloring on clothes!” A hand hit his face as Kyoya tried to make sense of addicting enthusiasm Tamaki had for common chores and trinkets, “Will you shut up about it if I have the maid buy one tomorrow?” With puppy dog eyes, Tamaki nodded as he wiggled under the covers and made do sleeping without a pillow underneath his head this time around. Kyoya simply picked up the distressed pillow and tossed it to the floor before collapsing on his stomach to try and get some sleep for the third and final time.

“Kyoya?”

Now what did he want? “What?”

“Good night,” the voice said to him softly before Tamaki turned away and nestled himself into the comforter. A small huff of air came through the brunette’s nose as a sort of peculiar chuckle to the well wishing, “Night, Tamaki.”
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