When I\'m Seventeen

Almost Seventeen

Interlude

Ritsuka sat helplessly on his bed staring intently at the cell phone a few inches from him. He sighed and his ears flicked back on his head as he wondered what Soubi was doing. He had meant to call him…to apologize. Ritsuka swallowed thickly, he knew Soubi probably wasn’t mad at him, but he still felt a little hint of guilt at what he had done.

Soubi had made a pact with himself that he would not touch Ritsuka in any sexual way until he was at least seventeen. And with Ritsuka’s new pre-adult body it was becoming very difficult for him to want to issue as much self-control as his fighter. Ritsuka frowned as he remembered the very last time they had even gotten close to a sexual interaction was so long ago. Soubi at become more careful now not to leave any openings for the boy to sneak past.

The dark haired boy had settled with soft kisses and embraces when he wanted hot and rougher ones. Yesterday though…he knew he had gone to far.

Soubi had left the room showing signs of irritation when Ritsuka began to whine about the “rule” again.

Ritsuka remembered with a pained heart what had happened…

“I’m 16! Waiting one more stupid year won’t change anything!”

Soubi allowed his sacrifice to try and argue his way out of it but the blonde man had made his decision a long time ago.

“16 is 16. 17 is 17. You’ll understand someday when you’re older.”

Ritsuka did not understand though. “16 is no different from 17!”

“Yes it is. By a whole year. Who knows what could happen in this one year?”

Ritsuka was taller now, a few more inches and he would be able to look Soubi right in the eye. His fighter’s mind slowly slid back to what he had said about Ritsuka, and how he would sprout up just like his brother. This happy little thought was ruined as his sacrifice stood and glared at him.

He didn’t like it…when Ritsuka was younger and shorter he glared up at him and it was cute…now behind his eyes wasn’t a little confused boy but a very self-aware young man who knew what he wanted and wanted it now.

“Who are you to tell me when I can lose my ears anyway!”

Soubi was about to answer back that since he would be the one taking them it was partly his choice too but Ritsuka beat him to the finish.

“I mean, c’mon! You lost yours to Ritsu-sensei when you were-“

The look on Soubi’s face silenced Ritsuka. There was rage and disbelieve written on his fighters face.

“That..! That was…” he closed his eyes and put away his anger.

“It’s time I went home. Good bye.”

He went to the balcony and down to the street below, Ritsuka stood silently as he left, too angry and ashamed to follow.

“I was wrong…but…I want him so much…can’t he see that!”

He glanced at the phone again,
”…It’s not fair…he was born early.”

Slowly he picked up the phone and flipped the top. Soubi was the first number on speed dial but he typed in the numbers manually. Anything to prolong the inevitable apology he would have to give. His heart beat with anxiety…what if Soubi was still mad?

“Hello?”

Ritsuka gave a start; he had picked up only on the second ring.

“Er…um…it’s me.”

A short silence followed before Soubi spoke again, “Is something wrong? You don’t sound well.”

Despite the kindness of the words he spoke them coldly. Ritsuka frowned and if he had been 12 again he knew he would be on the brink of tears. Soubi was still upset.

“I-I ah…I wanted too…”

His ears flattened down far on his dark head as his tail curled close around his leg, “Soubi…I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. What are you doing this weekend? Yukito wants us all to go to Chinatown.”

Ritsuka sat in shock for a moment then laughed to himself quietly.

“That’s it? I apologize and we just go on from there?”

A longer silence came this time, “Isn’t that how it normally works? You’ve been stressed because of school…you have final exams in three weeks. Besides…you were right.”

“But I want you to understand something…I’m not waiting because you’re not ready, or because I think you are weak…it’s me. I don’t know. I’m confused Ritsuka…I’m afraid if I do this. That somehow…I’ll become a little more like him.”

The younger man frowned with sympathy as he recalled what Soubi had told him about Ritsu. How he had thought he was in love with him…how he used him and then gave him away to Seimei. Soubi had hated him for years; he didn’t want Ritsuka to experience the same hate.

“I could never hate you Soubi…I love you.”

He could here is fighter’s breathing stop and then continue softly, “I love you Ritsuka…”

The dark haired boy smirked with disappointment though as he felt those words cause the familiar sensation in his groin.

“Thank god for cold showers though right?” he laughed and could hear Soubi’s deep chuckle over his own voice.

“Well…maybe we can compromise. We’re both adults…I could…well.”

Ritsuka felt his heart race as he listened, “What? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know…I could give you a preview.”

Ritsuka’s brow twitched, he was playing with him.

“What kind of preview?”

“I could tell you. Exactly what I plan to do to you when you turn 17.”

His voice was low and sultry and his spoke into the phone, shudders crept up his spine as his mind told him what the hot breath from those words would feel like on his neck.

“G-go on…”

“Well…I’ll have to wait for Yukito and Yayoi to leave…and then you’ll know it’s time when your mother goes up to her room for her nap.

I’ll lead you to the stairway…making you go up first so I can watch your little tail and ears for the last time.”

As the last words slid off Soubi’s tongue Ritsuka felt a powerful excitement in his chest. He could see it all in his mind…seeing it…but what he really wanted was to feel it.

“First I’ll kiss you…softly like everything is normal. Slide my hands up your back and over your thighs…your breath hitches as I linger closely to your inner thigh. The kisses becoming wet…hungry as my tongue slides in to rub against your own.”

Ritsuka could see a bump appearing in the crouch of his jeans and it was beginning to ache slightly from the restraint. He unzipped them a little until the pain went away.

Soubi had fallen silent and Ritsuka spoke, his mouth dry, “Go on…”

A soft chuckle came from the line, “I kiss down your neck…as my hands slide beneath your shirt, against your stomach and your chest…”

The sacrifice propped the cell phone by his ear and slid his own hands beneath his shirt and touched his skin…pretending they were Soubi’s hands.

“I rub in small circles with my thumbs over your skin. My hands are beneath your waist now as I glide my tongue around your naval. I stop only to remove your shirt completely and my own before unzipping your jeans down slowly.”

He pulled off his own shirt and as he slid his zipper down he closed his eyes and imagined Soubi above him.

“Your hard…it presses up from your boxers and I gently press my hand down on it…gripping it lightly.”

Ritsuka did as he had said. Slowly gripping himself in his hand through the cloth.

Again the silence followed. Ritsuka murmured for him to go on but the words were lost.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get that?” he teased wickedly from the other line.

“Soubi! …don’t…don’t stop.” His voice quivered with desire and wanting, so much so that Soubi was silent again for a while until the younger man made a faint whimper.

“I stroke you…slowly up and down…I can clearly make your shape out now beneath the cloth so I remove my hands and slid down the waistband of your shorts until your open to the cool air of the room.”

He slid his jeans down to his knees and his boxers, gripping himself he moved up and down slowly like Soubi had said. He moaned into the phone, trying to muffle it by pressing his face into his pillow.

“Does it feel good Ritsuka?” he sounded so relaxed as he kept up the sultry voice. Ritsuka could see his eyes in his mind, half closed and calm.

“Y-yes…more…Soubi I can’t…”

It was taking all of Ritsuka’s energy not to finish himself off, but he wanted to hear Soubi’s voice…to keep fantasying it was him.

“hm. Alright…I will grip harder…moving faster and lingering at your tip where I squeeze just a little tighter each time I go up. Liquid forms at your tip, but just a little…I lean down and lick your head…I wonder if you are salty or sweet Ritsuka? But If I think abut all the cake you would have eaten before hand…”

Ritsuka gave a faint laugh, “W-what kinda question is that…stupid…”

His breathing was faster now as he turned on his side so he could stop his legs from shaking. His cheeks were flushed and his lips parted as he felt the pre cum that his fighter had described make his hand wet. He could move his hand over himself easier now and wanted to desperately speed up…

“Well when that happens I will let go of you.”

Ritsuka made a sharp noise of protest and only stopped his hand, “Soubi! You can’t be ser-“

“Hush.” His voice was gentle but firm, Ritsuka scowled as he let himself go and felt the growing tightness in his groin fade away.

“I’ll kiss you again now…and I’ll raise your legs up and your hips. I’ll grip you again before positioning myself “there”.”

Ritsuka could see the smirk on his face as easily as Soubi could imagine his blush.

“D-don’t you need like…lube or something for that?”

“We’ll worry about that when your 17…now where was I... oh yes. I’ll push in a little first with my fingers, gently pressing against the sensitive part within you. Now I add another…and when you are comfortable with the feeling I will slide them out and unzip my own pants. You can feel the heat from me as I press my head into the opening…and then I’m in a little more…a little more…and slowly I pull out and push back in against that sensitive organ.”

Ritsuka gave up waiting and was now rubbing and squeezing himself as much as he could stand, breathing in short quick gasps as he moaned.

“nn…”

Ritsuka’s cat ears twitched a little as he heard Soubi make a faint sound…for the first time he noticed he was breathing hard too…

“Soubi…stop talking…let’s just…ahh…listen…”

The fighter made no more comment and continued touching himself as Ritsuka did too. The sound of Soubi’s heavy breathing and his own occasionally moans made it feel real…Ritsuka felt his body tighten and he gave a faint cry as he came powerfully. He had never been so sensitive before.

He lay on his side, exhausted. Soubi made a faint grunt from the other end and then was silent signaling his own release.

Ritsuka looked down to see his ruined sheets and his hands covered in the sticky fluid.

“My mom…is gonna wonder what happened to my sheets now…”

Soubi chuckled deeply before taking in a long breath and releasing it, “I need a nap.”

Ritsuka growled, “Oh! So you get to take a nap while I have to clean my room…that sucks! Where are you?”

Soubi no doubtly smirked, “I got a towel while we were just starting, I was prepared.”

Ritsuka made a sound of annoyance.

“You seem to still have some energy! Just throw off the sheets and go nap on the couch.”

Ritsuka tried to frown to keep down his smile, “Go to sleep! I’ll take care of this…but remember!”

“Hmm?”

“You have to remember…for when I’m 17…”

He laughed and then fell into softer quieter laughs until Ritsuka asked him what was so funny.

“Don’t worry…I won’t forget…I taped this.”

It took the younger man a moment to understand what he had said, his face erupted into a full blush as he yelled into the phone, “You pervert!! Erase it right now!! I don’t want that Kio guy finding it!”

“Haha…no. I’ll keep it somewhere safe for when I might need it…”

“Go to sleep! I’ll see you later!!”

Ritsuka pulled the phone away and prepared to hit “end” when he remembered something and put it back up timidly to his ear. Soubi was still laughing.

“Hey Soubi…”

“Heh. Yeah?”

“I love you…good night.”

He hung up before he could answer and lay back against his headboard.

“I need a shower…” he murmured as his eyes slid close and he drifted into a calm spent sleep.