Transaction

Disclaimer: Opium is ours. That’s it.

Author’s Notes: Alright, as much as coming home felt great at first, the thrill is over. I’d like to go back to California now. This town is a bubble and I keep running into people I wish would stay buried in the past. It’s making me quite ill. Not that I advise running away from your problems or your past, but it’s hard to leave things alone when the irritant is always popping up. Ah, well.

Anyways, thanks for the reviews. The steady reply from Silverone, as always, it’s a pleasure. I’m so glad you grasp the finer points of these chapters. Although the smut is quite fun, you can see beyond that. You make Kel and I happy. ^.^

Enjoy!
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Transaction

Chapter Twenty-Six
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When he'd started touching, Kenji hadn't been sure where to go. At first, his hand moved without purpose, touching what he thought needed to be touched. He didn't know where Haido liked pressure, or how much... Really, he knew nothing about Haido's preferences, but he wanted to learn.

When he put his mind to it, Kenji was a good student.

At first, he was judging by sound. There weren't many, and Kenji was trying his own patience, and probably Haido's. Then, it was the soft intakes of breath, shaky sighs, and the little things he'd passed over before. Those meant good things, right? So whatever he'd been doing to get those had to be good.

The only problem was, Kenji wanted to be able to hear Haido, even if it was only once. He really wanted to hear him.

Maybe Haido was one of those people who did to their partners what they wanted to have done to themselves. It was worth a shot, if nothing else.

Kenji sat up, instead of leaning back, and swallowed hard as he pressed his lips to Haido's neck. Haido was being very patient with him, and he was glad. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, feeling awkward, like he had three arms, but only one task. It was hard enough to concentrate with only two.

Opening his mouth, he bit gently, just at the crook, where neck met shoulder. How much pain did Haido like? Did he like any at all?

All of the questions, the nervousness, were making Kenji feel sick.

Kenji was learning little by little, though Haido wasn't a very good teacher, this he could admit. He didn't make any specific noises or comment. He was just as quiet as usual. Haido didn't know why, thought it could maybe be explained by his house. His mother had never insisted on silence, but to Haido, there had always been something about her that made him quiet, even when he was little he'd been quiet.

He stirred slightly as Kenji sat up and pulled close, but didn't back away. Haido let the other man move in and press into his neck. He tilted his head to one side to make it easier. He hummed in content at the light kiss before inhaling sharply at the bite. It was soft though. Light, easy. A nice first try, but he wasn't made of glass.

"Harder," he whispered, as if someone could hear them. He knew no one could, but that's how it seemed to him.

Kenji could only be hesitant for so long. Eventually, his loud, abrasive, bold attitude had to come back, and when it did, there would really be no stopping it. It was just the way he was.

Harder, though. That was something, and at least now he knew what to do!

One hand slid around Haido's back, touch growing increasingly light as he reached the waist line of the pants. His mouth moved, shifting up Haido's neck to reach fresh skin.

As he bit down, harder then before, his hand slid around, to the front. Even still, it was a careful bite, with just enough pressure to make it hurt, sting and throb a little, but not blaze with pain. Kenji wasn't sure if Haido would like that.

He was still careful, but he had done as asked. A low moan hitched in his throat when Kenji bit down, eyes shutting. It was just fine as far as he was concerned. Haido loved the way the teeth pressed down hard, but not hard enough to hurt, each little point and groove in his skin.

His bandaged hand rested on the back of Kenji's head, his other one on Kenji's hip, fingers twitching periodically. He couldn't think, and didn't want to, but he made his hand move to the front of Kenji's pants. He didn't open them, but pressed his palm hard against the straining erection.

Kenji had pulled back to press a kiss to the small mark on Haido's neck when he felt the press against something that he'd been trying to ignore. Haido's moan alone had sent a thrill shooting through him, but now...

His eyes widened, and his own fingers curled into the waist band of Haido's pants. The moan that passed his lips was not soft, as Kenji wasn't really certain how to make a moan any quieter then it already was.

But it didn't matter, because that hand was still there, hot and heavy against him. Through the fabric. Damn his pants. Damn them. They were only in the way, and it would be so, so much better if they could just disappear.

Haido sighed softly, smiling a bit as he felt Kenji rest up against him. Again, such a big response from an action so small. Haido couldn't help but keep thinking that Kenji was cute and dorky and just so... everything he hadn't thought.

He pressed his lips to the top of Kenji's ear in a small kiss. Haido could only assume that this would be Kenji's first time with... well, any of this. He couldn't even begin to imagine what he, himself, had been like. He couldn't've been this cute. It was just so... something unable to put to words, really.

But he knew what not to do for all of this, at least he hoped so.

Haido moved to the button on the jeans. They were already tight as that was how they were made, but he had to sympathize. It must've been more than uncomfortable at the moment. He worked the button through the hole, and eased down the zipper.

The he hesitated. "You okay with this?" he whispered.

First time or not, Kenji wasn't going to let himself hesitate or stop the inevitable. They couldn't be interrupted, and he trusted Haido. Everything would be okay, even if Kenji didn't take the time to think things through.

Nodding, he moved one hand to guide Haido's hand into his pants. It was clear he hadn't really thought before acting, because he wasn't braced for the feeling of someone elses fingers touching him.

Eyes wide, Kenji couldn't make a noise because he was trying to convince himself to breathe. Using his small height advantage, his back curved, and he rested his head on Haido's shoulder as he sucked in a breath.

He had never, ever felt anything like this. Just like before, he was too warm, clothes weighing heavily on his skin. There had never been anything like this before, and Kenji was left helplessly aroused from just one touch.

Haido kissed his temple, holding him loosely as he fisted the erection tightly. He moved his hand, finding it a bit difficult with the pants. It wasn't very comfortable. Haido had to stop, remove his hand and make him shift around so he could at least work the pants down off his hips.

Once done with that, he went back to the freed arousal, wrapping his fingers around the thick flesh, now moving at a smooth pace. All the while, he pressed soft, light kisses to the side of Kenji's face, lower to his cheek and neck. Haido just wanted him to feel comforted at the same time.

Mostly, he was going on basic instinct.

Kenji could feel his muscles tightening, and his eyes squeezed shut as he moaned into Haido's neck. Biting his lip, his hips shifted into Haido's hand, and the fingers that were curled into the front of Haido's pants tightened.

Just a hand, and he felt as if he wouldn't be able to handle any more.

His fingers fumbled, thumb pushing at the button of Haido's pants. It was almost a physical need, and Kenji's eyes opened as his hand moved, wrist turned at an awkward angle to get the position he needed. Raising his head, he worried his lip between his teeth as he looked up at Haido.

He knew that he hadn't protested any when Haido had undone his pants, but... Haido wasn't him. Would he react badly, or could he really just undo his pants without worry?

Haido worked with every move and twitch Kenji made. It was only to keep things going smoothly. If nothing else, Haido didn't let his expectations get further than this. Why should he expect any less? It was only one step at a time.

He looked down at Kenji from the corner of his eye. He saw the worry written all over his face. Haido nodded slightly, telling him it was fine to do so. Again, he still wasn't fully sure of himself, but it was only fair to allow Kenji the same privilege he had taken.

Was it just him, or did Haido look a bit... nervous? Kenji wasn't at all comforted, looking down at his hands as he brought the other to help the process. When the zipper came down, he was biting his lip, head bowed so all Haido could see was red.

He didn't have room to judge, none at all. Kenji didn't think Haido had to be nervous, but, rather like laughter, the feeling was contagious and he couldn't make it go away.

His hands pushed the pants down, and one reached inside to pull Haido free.

It didn't seem to matter to him that this was his first time touching another man. Actually, it didn't occur to him at all, so he was safely unbothered by thoughts of first times and new experiences.

He was just trying to take it as it came.

When Haido was in view, Kenji's mouth was dry. He'd been right, because there was no reason at all for Haido to be nervous. Bringing his head back up, Kenji straightened his back to brush his lips over Haido's.

Haido couldn't help it. He'd always been self conscious. He'd always been on the short side, and obviously smaller than most. He was always worried that he'd always be treated like something breakable. Haido didn't want that. It was why he wore the loose fitting clothes and was nervous about every step of this ordeal.

Beyond the mass of violent red that was Kenji's bowed head, he saw the singer's hands move and release him. Meanwhile, his own hand had slowed, stopping. He was faintly aware of the erection now loosely held in his hand.

When Kenji looked up, he almost looked away, but couldn't before he was kissed. Haido pushed back slightly against Kenji's lips, bandaged hand resting on one of Kenji's shoulders.

How could he guide Kenji through this? He was no teacher.
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Author’s Notes: So far so good. I noticed a lot of non-dirty lines that are sooooooo dirty! I didn’t even notice them before. Anyways, this was a difficult scene to do, for me at least. Haido, who knew he was gay, but so cautious and slow… I was starting to wonder if he was a virgin, too. But, no. I think… I think, really, after rereading this, Haido was just waiting to find out how to handle who would be on top and who would be on the bottom.

Look at him! He would be a bottom, of course. But as a lot of my gay friends (after drunken conversations) have made me realize, it just depends. I have one guy who tops almost all the time, but he says if it’s love, he’ll be on bottom. He doesn’t care. Another who really wants to be a bottom, but tops a lot. So, it’s never a set, ingrained thing. Of course, the easiest way to teach Kenji would’ve been to have him top (I don’t think either of us knew if he’d been with a woman) cause you just stick it in the hole! Not that hard.

But Haido is so much more of a generous person than that. He’d taken a position of dominance in this scene. He was trying to get across how to do things, so Kenji would know. You should always try everything once, that’s what I say. Problem was, Haido’s never been with a virgin before.

Poor, naïve Haido. Despite his efforts, he doesn’t know that most virgins never have a completely satisfying time. Well, that’s my opinion, anyways. Seems to be true… well, at least with the girls. I never asked one of my gay boys. Dude… I should.

~Subby