Naked Friend Friday

Chapter 3: Friday Morning

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Early Friday Morning.


“Hiro, it’s an emergency! I’m in a dire situation!” K hung up the phone, sat back and waited.

Exactly 16 minutes and 38 seconds later, Hiro burst into K’s flat through the door that he’d just kicked open. He was all wild eyes, wind swept hair and heaving chest.

“What’s wrong?! Are you hurt? Are you sick? Is the end fucking nigh?!”

K calmly sat on the sofa facing him. He was wearing nothing but a pair of unbuttoned pants and a smile.

“Hey there, Sexy!” K grinned from where he sat.

Hiro entered and shut the door behind him; looking around slowly.

“I got your message, which clearly says there’s an emergency and that you’re in a dire situation.” He stood over K. “Well?”

Quicker than Hiro could blink, K pulled his man down on top of him and kissed him soundly.

“It IS an emergency,” he said huskily into Hiro’s neck. “And I *am* in a dire situation. The emergency is that I’m in the dire situation of needing a good …well, you can figure the rest out yourself can’t you?” He went back to the side of Hiro’s throat and began demonstrating how dire his situation really was.

“Mmnnn…hahh…” Hiro immediately went limp. Then he remembered.

“Hold it! What about all the interruptions we’ve had this week? Don’t start something you can’t finish!”

K pulled Hiro to him again and kissed him soundly.

“Don’t worry, Jesus is taking care of it for me.” K went back to licking Hiro’s neck.

“Umm…” Hiro’s eyes rolled back into his head. “Jesus…” he panted softly. Neither of them was sure if it was a question or an exclamation.

Hiro kissed K. “What about work? What about NG?” he asked breathlessly.

K kissed Hiro back and began working him out of his clothes. “You did your wardrobe fitting and preliminary shots yesterday right?” He nipped at Hiro’s throat and began working his way down to Hiro’s chest.

“Ye...ye…yesss…ahhhh…”

K rolled Hiro and hovered over his panting man with another smile.

“Then you’re excused from NG today. But not from work.” He pushed Hiro down into the sofa.

“W…w…work?” Hiro could barely maintain. He’d found himself under sudden sensual attack.

“That’s right, Son. Pleasuring me is going to be your 9 to 5 job today and guess what? You’re already on the clock!”

*** ***

Friday Morning.


Tatsuha sat at his school desk, yawning and rubbing sleepily at the heavy circles beneath his eyes. The night before had been late and tiresome thanks to all that’d happened with the cops and the cheese and the show tunes and the “Cookin’ with Jesus.” And to make matters worse, Ryu had fallen asleep before Tatsuha could properly “feed” his man, thus kicking any kind of “Naked Lap dance Thursday” action right out the window. So not only was Tatsuha deprived of sleep, he was also deprived of the one thing his body used much like office workers used the caffeine in coffee.

“Thank God it’s Friday,” he muttered to himself through another yawn. “I don’t think I could take another day!” He blinked rapidly to keep awake.

The last thing he needed was to be caught sleeping in class. He was already on the paved road to having an inefficiency report about his flagging grades sent to his father back in Kyoto. If his father caught wind of all that Tatsuha got up to after he’d begged and pleaded and wheedled his way into living in Tokyo with his “roommate” Ryu, his father would have his ass shipped back home overnight post! So, Tatsuha tried to pay attention. His eyes drooped as he tried in vain to at least *look* like he was listening. It wasn’t working well--for anyone. To his left Kenichi yawned. To his right, Yukio was snoring softly with her head down on her desk.

Twenty seconds later, Tatsuha joined her.

*** ***

Tatsuha opened the door to Yuki’s flat.

The music hit Tatsuha in the face as soon as he opened the door. A thumping bass line with a sexy bounce ushered him inside as the door closed automatically behind him.

Tats looked around.

Thick milky white curls of cool fog wafted through what used to be Yuki’s flat. But now, instead of a living room with a sofa, and a loveseat and a coffee table, Tatsuha found himself in the middle of a hot nightclub that was jumping to Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer” and swinging with an orgy of scantily clad dancers that just so happened to be knee deep in the midst of a full out party that was in high gear.

And in the middle of it all, shaking his moneymaker for all he was worth was his darling, sweetie, honey love, Ryu.

Tatsuha blinked, looked again and felt his jaw go slack. From the bottom up, Tatsuha appreciated everything he saw.

White lace pants that clung everywhere and to everything with jealous intensity…

The most perfect ass the gods in their infinite mercy ever created…

Black crop top with full billowing poet sleeves, tied at the waist with a knot…

Diamond studded belly chain that was looped through a gold hoop in his belly button…

The darkest, longest, curliest lashes to ever grace the clearest, most crystal blue eyes the gods in their infinite wisdom ever created…

Correction. Gone was Tatsuha’s sweet chibi Ryu. That Ryu was nowhere to be seen. In his stead, in the middle of it all, shaking his moneymaker for all he was worth, stood Tatsuha’s most erotic wet dream come true--Ryuichi Sakuma.

The dance crowd parted and surrounded Ryuichi who shimmered and sparkled in the multi-colored club lights that haloed him from all around. Ryuichi danced in the middle of the crowd. He was oblivious to everyone and everything except the music and his Tatsuha.

Spying Tatsuha through the throng, Ryuichi turned around in a slow, deliberate circle, giving him a long, leisurely look at everything he had to offer, then began to grind himself against the air just for Tatsuha.

He beckoned his boy to him with the invitation of his body.

And Tatsuha was only too happy to comply. As if he were in the middle of a dream, he walked as if in a trance to the center of that circle through the crowd of dancers and they passed Tatsuha along from one person to another—hands reached for him, touched him, pushed him forward, and pulled him closer until he stood right before the god that commanded them all—Ryuichi Sakuma.

Ryuichi looked up at his boy and hit Tatsuha with a look that screamed pure, unadulterated heat. Tatsuha felt like he’d been slapped with the force of power that drove those blue eyes to search for his own.

Without hesitation, Ryuichi reached out, hooked Tatsuha by the belt and pulled him across the remaining space that separated them. The rock god slid up against his number one fan and began to play delicate hands across his chest.

Tatsuha groaned out loud.

Ryuichi let his hands snake upward toward Tatsuha’s face and danced his fingers across his boy’s lips.

Tatsuha moaned out loud.

Ryuichi tapped a finger lightly at Tatsuha’s mouth teasing it for permission to enter.

Tatsuha happily complied.

Ryuichi slipped his finger into the open mouth that waited for him and succumbed to Tatsuha’s tongue, which greeted him hotly.

The sexy singer had full command of SS Horn Dog and was steering his man full steam ahead. He drove Tatsuha backwards one moneymaker shaking step at a time.

And in front of him, Tatsuha happily continued to comply. Back stepping to the beat and letting himself be a willing slave to Ryu’s rhythm, Tatsuha gave in to the Ryu-side and grabbed hold of the Force with both hands. He let Ryuichi’s finger slide out of his mouth and submitted to him fully—going wherever his man wanted him to take him.

“I kicked the habit...”

“Kicked the habit,” Tatsuha sang back.

“Shed my skin…”

“Shed my skin…”

“Ahh! Shake it, Baby! Shake it for your MAAAN!” The sight of his man shaking it in front of him had Tatsuha was wound up to a fevered pitch.

Ryuichi happily complied, gearing up his ass to full swing. Tatsuha’s eyes were glued to the hypnotic body swaying in front of him as it turned around and gave him a spectacular view of the rear.

“Ohh! Shake it to the left, Baby!”

Ryuichi happily complied with a hot swivel to the left.

“Yeah! Now take it to the right, Baby, TAKE IT TO THE RIGHT!”

Ryuichi happily complied with a bump and grind sashay to the right.

“FUCK! Now drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot, drop-drop-DROP IT LIKE ITS HOT!!!”

Ryuichi happily complied. He bumped Tats backward into a chair that magically appeared behind him and no sooner than Tats’s behind hit the seat, Ryuichi dropped it like it was DAMN HOT. He dropped like a precision, ass-shaped weight square into the middle of Tatsuha’s lap and hit the ground grinding. Tatsuha fell back against the chair, propelled into ecstasy by the Ryutudinal force that was rubbing him into sweet friction filled submission.

“Ohmigawd, Baby, you’re so fine you’d make a man change religions if he had to!” Tatsuha gasped raggedly. “Just say the word, Ryu and I swear I’ll be a BUDDHIST, a CONFUSCIONIST, a TAOIST and then I’ll be a SOUTHERN BAPTIST on the weekends, Baby!”

Ryuichi threw his head back against Tatsuha’s chest and ground the hardness beneath him for all he was worth! Then, he stopped suddenly, scooted down a bit, and raised his leg with a dancer’s grace. Then he lifted his arm and waited. Without hesitation, Tatsuha took that arm and spun Ryu in place, leaning back just enough to give his leg clearance.

Ryuichi sat on Tatsuha’s lap--face to face, eye to eye and hip to hip with his lover and to the boy that liked to call himself Big Daddy, Ryuichi physically and vocally erased all doubt as to just who the hell was in charge.

“I’m gonna be your sledgehammer…”


The grinding resumed.


“Let this be my testimony…”


Face to face.


“I’m your sledgehammer…”


Body to body.


“Let there be no doubt about it…”


Erection to erection.


Ryuichi rode Tatsuha’s lap like he owned it, right there in the magical chair in the middle of the dance floor.

“Ta-kun…”

Ryuichi’s voice was just above a whisper and yet it managed to echo in the air all around Tatsuha.

Tatsuha could barely maintain long enough to answer.

“mmmahhh…y…ess…”

Ryu scooted forward and wrapped his legs around Tatsuha. He let one of his slim hands slide between the almost non-existent space between them and began stroking Tatsuha to the beat of the music.

“Ta-kun…do you…”

Tatsuha was close. He could feel the pressure building. Hot and tingly sensations were beginning to wash over him as he began down the road of no return.

“Uhhh…Baby…I…”

Whole sentences were no longer an option for him.

“Ta-kun…do you know…”

“Ahh…ahh…huh?” Tatsuha made a weak stab at an answer. Ryuichi was grinding him head first into the endzone--literally. Tats didn’t know what was going to hit him first, the coming explosion or the explosion that was cumming. He wrapped his arms around the man that was riding him like a pony and held on tight.

“Ta-kun, do you know what the difference is between a Republic and a Democracy?”

Tats cracked open an eye and shot a look at his man.

“What?”

Ryuichi stopped grinding and raised up slightly off Tatsuha’s lap. Then he leaned forward to whisper in Tatsuha’s ear.

“Democracies have Naked Friend Friday!”

The man slammed himself down against Tatsuha’s erection…

“I wanna be your sledgehammer…”


*** ***

“AHH!”

Tatsuha’s eyes flew open and he shook from head to toe. Looking around and finding that he was still in the classroom, he discreetly “caught” himself just in the nick of time. Breathing deeply in and out to calm himself, he flicked an eye around to see if he’d drawn attention to his “heated predicament.” To his left Kenichi yawned. To his right, Yukio was snoring softly with her head down on her desk. And in front of him, his teacher was still droning on about the same boring ass thing she had been for the last hour—the different types of governments...

Holy Shit, Tatsuha thought to himself. It’s not JUST Friday, it’s NAKED FRIEND Friday!!! With all the cheese and plate commotion, he’d completely forgotten. A sudden burst of renewed energy hit him as he whipped out his cell phone and scooted down in his seat at the back of the class to inconspicuously make a text message call.

Big Daddy’s Contact List:

10—Soubi
9—Lock Pix R Us
8—Free Juvenile Legal Aid
7—Temple
6—Eiri
5—The Greater Tokyo Manhandler’s Association
4—The Nasty Kitty
3—Poison Control
2—Yuji’s Dick Emporium and Condom Barn
1—Babycakes!

Select # 1


Baby! hpy NFF!
Send.

Buzz.
TA-KUN! R WEE STIL GOINE? (smiley face)

Tatsuha smiled. Even with pre-programmed words to choose from, Ryu still made spelling mistakes! He loved that man so much!


Hell yeah! pk u up aftr schl.
Send.


Buzz.
YAAY! SHU N ICHIMOTO-SAN R HEAR. THAY SAE HI. (smiley face)

Tatsuha frowned. Ichimoto-san? Why did that name sound familiar?

?ichimoto?
Send.

Buzz.
KAZ. (smiley face)

Tatsuha frowned some more. Kaz? Why did THAT name sound familiar?

?kaz?
Send.

Buzz.
A GOOD DANSER. HE DANSE W/ME N SHU. MOSTLY MEE. HE HOLD ME CLOASE SO I DONE’T FALL. HE VERY NICE. (smiley face)

Shit, Ryu was talking about DUDE! With every word that he read, Tatsuha’s own smiley face fell further and further toward the floor.

dncin w/u now???
Send.

Buzz.
YES. SAEYS I CAN COME OVAR HIS HOUSE. (smiley face)

Buzz.
HE WILL SHOWE MEE NEW MOOOVES. (smiley face)

Buzz.
SAEYS HE CAN HELP MEEE MOOOVE REAL GOOD. (smiley face)

!!!OVER MY STONE COLD DEAD BODY!!! (pissed off, fucked-up unhappy face with two double-barreled shotguns)
Send.
Send.
Send.

Buzz.
WHAT THE MATTER TA-KUN? (worried face)

Baby, do favr. take pic n snd.
Send.

Buzz.
WHAT?

take pic who is standing 2 ur left. Snd 2 me.
Send.

A few seconds later, a crooked picture of Shuichi popped up on Tatsuha’s screen.

Phew!

Ok, take pic who is standing 2 ur right. Snd 2 me.
Send.

A few seconds later a picture of Kaz Ichimoto in all his flamboyant, bright blue long ponytail flinging, tight leather pants and leopard print see through shirt wearing, stud in the nose having, limp wristed, ass sashaying glory popped up on Tatsuha’s screen. He was grinning from ear to ear and had his arm around Ryu! AGAIN!

Tatsuha’s teeth snapped together so hard, he woke up Yukio. He looked at the picture again. Shuichi must be taking it, because Ryu was actually in the picture he figured.

He was about to send a reply full of serious ugly when something caught his attention. Kaz’s left arm was squeezed up around Ryu, but his right was held up for the camera with his hand out like he was saying the number “five.”

Buzz.

Before Tatsuha could make sense of what he was seeing, another picture came in. Much like the one before it, Kaz was still hugged up on Tatsuha’s man, if possible, even closer than before. But this time, his hand, still held out for the camera, was now folded down as if he were waiting for someone to kiss the back of it.

Buzz.

Another picture. Hand up.

Buzz.

Another picture. Hand down.

Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Tatsuha just didn’t understand. Why were all these pictures coming in with this fool violating his personal property like that? Was he SUICIDAL? He flipped through the images. Faster. Faster—clickclickclickclick….

*Gasp* Tatsuha’s breath scraped to a stop at the back of his throat as it all clicked into place. Going back to the first image of Kaz, he scrolled through it and all the rest rapidly.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down…

The bastard was waving at him! Tatsuha’s mouth fell open.

“WELL I’LL BE GODDAMNED!”

All around him, the class came to a screeching halt. Tatsuha didn’t even flinch when the force of dozens of wide, shocked eyes hit him.

“Is…there something wrong, Uesugi-san?” the teacher asked him hesitantly. Of all of her students, Uesugi-san made her the most nervous. If he wasn’t leering at her or the other girl students…or that poor boy that actually had to move to another school because he couldn’t take Tatsuha’s brand of “friendship,” he was sitting in the back of the classroom plotting. She knew for a fact that he was plotting because she could hear the wheels and gears of his brain snapping together with well-oiled precision. She had seen many students come and go to different ends in her day, but she was certain that this kid was going to do something big in life. He was either going to rule the world, or rule Hell—whichever came first.

The current teacher’s pool was laying odds that it was going to be the latter.

Tatsuha looked at her with that black gaze of his that made her worry for her immortal soul.

“Yes there’s something wrong,” he spat hotly, “I need to go—gotta go, gotta go, Gotta Go Right Now! I’m SICK!” Without waiting for an answer or permission he got his books together and put on his jacket.

“Do you want me to take notes for you, Tatsuha-kun?” Yukio asked beside him. “I can give them to you before school on Monday or…maybe this weekend?” she asked hopefully. She was but one of the many girls in the classroom who didn’t know a good perverted leer from a medium-sized hole in the ground. She along with the rest of them thought Tatsuha was the greatest thing since sock glue.

Tatsuha thought about it for a second. “Thanks, Yukio, but I’m pretty sure I won’t be here Monday.”

“Oh, Tatsuha-kun? Are you going somewhere?” She hoped it wasn’t anywhere with another girl.

Tatsuha looked back down at the phone and flipped through the pictures again.

Cheese.
Plates.
Restraining order…

“Yeah,” he answered softly, “I’m going somewhere alright.”

The bastard was WAVING at him!

Tatsuha sighed.

“I’m going to jail.”

But first, he had a little stop to make.


End Chapter 3: Friday Morning


A/N:

The song used in this chapter is “Sledgehammer” by Peter Gabriel. It can be found on his “Shaking the Tree-Sixteen Go” album. I don’t own it in any way shape or form.

Naked Lap Dance Thursday is a reference to the story “The Bet.” Ryu and Tats play sex games every night of the week and lap dancing is what’s on Thursday’s schedule.