Honey Pot

Honey Pot by Hestia

Chapter 4: The Provocation

The group in the hallway could hear Niwa screaming at Nakajima. The shock of seeing always impeccably dressed Vice President naked, had them all standing there in silence, frozen. Then Niwa’s voice got even louder, and they could all hear him clearly shout, “You bastard! You idiot! You had us all worried about you, and you were just horny?”

Iwai gasped and swayed, and Shinomaya immediately became completely focused on him, putting his arm around him and leading him off to sit down. Ever since Iwai had collapsed in the baths during Keita’s welcoming party, Shinomaya had become extremely protective of the gentle artist. The twins giggled uncontrollably, and Naruse snapped at them, “Wataru! Kakeru! You two go back to the courts and supervise practice! I’m counting on you to make sure everyone works hard despite the interruption and excitement. If tomorrow the team is rusty, you two will be doing extra laps! Is that understood!”

“Yes, Captain! We won’t let you down, Captain!”

No sooner had the twins vanished downstairs when Nakajima’s voice grew louder and the words “severe sexual frustration” could be heard clearly through the door. Taki and Naruse stared at each other, their eyes widening. “Hey, Yukihikio, can I talk to you in private?” asked Taki a little nervously.

Distracted, Naruse nodded and followed the redhead down the hall and around the corner to his room. The Vice President was sexually frustrated? It boggled the mind! Inside Taki’s room, Naruse sat on the desk chair while the delivery boy sat on his bed, looking a little worried.

“Shunsuke, what is it? Did something happen between you and Nakajima-kun that you didn’t tell me?”

Taki nodded, saying, “Actually I think you are the one that needs to worry.”

“Me? What are you talking about?”

“You know that storage shed where the soccer equipment is stored?”

“Yea,” said Naruse, his mouth falling open.

“Well, that was where Nakajima-san pulled me off my bike. He took me around the back of the shed—“

“Shunsuke, he didn’t—“

“No, he didn’t rape me! Oh, come on!” Taki started laughing. “You should have seen your face, idiot!”

“You’re the idiot, Shunsuke! Nakajima-kun’s dangerous!” And Naruse was on the bed gripping Taki’s arms, shaking him, “Tell me! Tell me what he did!”

“He licked me! That’s it! Relax, for heaven’s sake! Geeze, like I’d let the guy do anything else to me!”

But Naruse just stared at him, and Taki looked away, blushing. “Ok, so maybe I would have. But listen, he pushed me against the shed wall, put one hand on my throat like he would choke me and jerked my sweatshirt aside. Then he licked up my neck and bit my ear, saying I’d better stay out of his way and that he was warning me! Don’t you get it?”

Naruse’s head jerked back and tilted. Clearly he didn’t. Taki sighed, “Get in his way—he wants you! That’s why he went wacky when you came over to talk to him and then ran back to his room to jerk off! He doesn’t want me to get in the way of him getting you!”

“Me? But, but, I’m not his type! He’s not my type! That’s stupid! How, no, no, you’re wrong!”

But Naruse and Taki fell silent, both thinking about it. Then Taki quietly added, “You’ve been seeing him everyday when you go running, haven’t you? And he’s been by the tennis courts at least three times in the last week, too, hasn’t he?” As Taki watched, his friend blinked his eyes, his mouth fell open again, and then slowly shut. His eyelids slowly lowered over his dark green eyes, and when they opened again after a bit, Shunsuke groaned.

“Oh, my, so Hideaki-kun wants to be my Honey! I should have know when he called me Yukihiko-kun this morning! Oh, no wonder he ran off—he must have been hurt when I tried to turn him over to Wataru and Kakeru! How passionate of him! And to be so desperate to masturbate in the middle of the day, what a wild thing my Honey is behind those perfect ties and cute little glasses!”

Cute little glasses? Just a day ago, Naruse had been saying they were cold and frightening looking!

“Yukihiko, stop! What if it is the King he wants?” The look on his friend’s face made Taki feel like he’d denied a child an ice cream cone. And to make matters worse, the blonde fell silent as if seriously considering that. This was odd because Shunsuke had been trying to tell the tennis captain for weeks that his Honey, Keita, was most likely in love with Endo, but all of his comments had been completely ignored. Once Naruse targeted a new Honey, practically nothing could deter him.

“Hey, hey, don’t look like that! If you want him, you can get him! After all, Niwa-san and Nakajima-san have been friends for ages. Surely if he wanted the King, he’d have him already! They are together all the time, so how could he be sexually frustrated if he was interested in the King?”

“I don’t know,” said Naruse looking thoughtful. “But perhaps it’s pride. Hideaki-kun is a dominant man. To admit he wants another man to take him would be hard. Oh, my Honey is struggling with his pride and his desire! Oh, my poor Honey! I’ll be so gentle with him!”

Shunsuke shook his head amazed that Naruse hadn’t grasped the fact that Nakajima Hideaki was never going to be taken by another man. He’d missed the confrontation by the tennis courts, but from Wataru’s description of Nakajima-san, Shunsuke was guessing that VP was most likely fighting his urge to just throw the blonde down and rape him. He could hear in his mind the twins saying with wide eyes, “He looked like he was going to rip the Captain into pieces! And all the way back to the dorm he was clenching and unclenching his fists like he was going to hit something!”

“Shunsuke, Shunsuke, I have an idea to help my Honey confess his feelings! You have to help me! I’ll give you ten meal tickets if you do!”

Ten meal tickets! Oh, no! This was going to be a bad idea. For if even the deluded Yukihiko thought this was a favor worth ten meal tickets, it meant he was going to be doing something that just might make the Vice President kill him! But ten meal tickets—he could stop trying to get errand jobs for a few days and just take the ones that came to him. Maybe he could even take off an afternoon and really take apart his bike and fine tune it. Or he could . . .



The next day, Taki was wishing he’d never met Naruse Yukihiko. But he did already have in his pocket ten meal tickets. Naruse had, in the middle of his daily run with the tennis team, turned over the lead of the run to the twins, jumped on the back of his bike and gone back to the tennis clubhouse with him. It had all happened right across the street from Nakajima.

They were now waiting for the VP to follow them here to the clubhouse, but the longer it took, the more Taki was thinking he’d bail. He jumped up and moved to the door, but suddenly he could tell from his friend’s face that it was too late. They began the silly dialogue that Naruse had come up with.

“Hey, you don’t have to run away!”

“I said no, Yukihiko!” His voice quivered as he said it, genuinely wanting this all to stop.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that! I mean, look how hot it is!” and then his friend was shoving a huge piece of spicy suishi in his mouth, making it easy for him to make “noises like you’re trying to push my tongue out of your mouth.”

Choking and sputtering, Taki snapped out the next lines, completely meaning them, “I told you, don’t shove it in so hard!” For god’s sake, the blonde didn’t really have to choke him!

“Try to savor it, will you?”

The door of the clubhouse slammed open, and the furious glare of those ice blue eyes made Taki panic—he ran to the window, jerked it open, and jumped out, grabbing his bike and fleeing.

Naruse gulped a little, dropping the chopsticks from his hand. He’d forgotten just how tall and powerful Nakajima Hideaki was. All of his “Honeys” had always been shorter and smaller than him, cute little things. Hideaki was none of that—his ice blue eyes stared down at Naruse as he shut and locked the door behind him and strode across the room. He looked like a warrior, a man, a conqueror. The blonde’s feet didn’t seem to be working. He remembered hearing how Hideaki had beaten up three of the best members of the karate club and taken out a number of the thugs that the Vice Chairman had hired to hurt Keita during the MVP competition.

“Cooking for your new Honey, Yukihiko-kun?”

“For you, Hideaki-kun,” said the blonde, recovering, smiling and batting his eyelashes.

“Call me Hide. Give me a taste.”

“Oh, Honey, I’m sorry—I dropped the chopsticks!”

Icy blue eyes narrowed and seemed to stab Naruse at his use of the nickname Honey, and he took a step back unconsciously. Then an evil-looking smile spread over Hide’s face, and he moved closer until the blonde could feel the cold metal of the lockers at his back.

“Put it in your mouth, Sweetheart, and let me feed from your lips,” said Hide in a soft voice that made goose bumps form up and down Naruse’s arms. He moaned and almost dropped the bento box in his hands, but Hide’s strong, big hands held it steady. The tennis captain picked a roll at random and put it in his mouth, his hands shaking. And then that handsome face was so close to his, and he could see himself reflected in Hide’s glasses, no in his dark blue eyes. His hand fell away from the box, which would have dropped completely if Hide hadn’t had a good grip on it. His eyes fluttered shut, and he felt a tongue sweep the roll right out of his mouth. And then nothing. Annoyed, he opened his eyes to see Hide swallowing. His tongue slid out between his lips and stroked over them. Naruse felt his penis stiffen in his tennis shorts.

“Delicious, Sweetheart, thank you for lunch. It will remind me of you until I can take you out on our date tonight. Be prepared for me at 7.”

To Naruse’s shock, Hide turned around and started to leave. He hurled himself across the room and put his arms around that tall, muscular body, jerking him back against his, making sure his erection was pressed into Hide’s ass. It was amazing—he’d never embraced someone as tall as him. His mouth wasn’t far above his Honey’s head, his cock wasn’t pressing in the middle of their back. Instead his lips were close to one of the sexiest napes he’d ever seen, and his cock was in the perfect position for love. “Swear that tongue of yours is all for me! I don’t want you licking anyone anymore!” he said, his voice more shaky that he liked.

“Jealous, Sweetheart?”

“Swear it, damn it!” Naruse’s fingers plunged into Hide’s short blue-black hair and jerked. He’d never cursed or hurt anyone like this before, but somehow the thought of Hide licking Shunsuke was enraging him. And there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that the VP would be able to handle what he threw at him.

The accuracy of this belief was confirmed when Naruse’s back thudded against the lockers. How it happened, he didn’t know. He wasn’t a small man, and he practiced hard every day. Yet in seconds, Hide had picked him up and pinned him against wall. He shivered under the intense gaze of those blue, blue eyes. Maybe it was the lenses in his little silver wire-frame glasses—yes, maybe they magnified those eyes . . .

“Yukihiko, I swear that I will save this tongue just for you, for kissing you, for licking you, for licking every bit of your body from your feet to your forehead.”

Naruse moaned and pushed his cock forward. He cried out almost deliriously as Hide thrust his hips forward grinding his own erection into Naruse’s now dripping one.

“Are you happy, Sweetheart?” asked Hide.

For a moment, Naruse couldn’t talk, but then the memory of how Hide had pinned Shunsuke against the soccer equipment shed yesterday popped back into his mind. “No! I want it all! I want your hands, your lips, your cock to be all mine too, only mine! I don’t want anyone touching you but me!”

“Are you ready to swear the same for me, Sweetheart?” asked Hide, moving his hips and making Naruse cry out. “Are you a slut, Darling? You make such sweet sounds, and your body is so eager. Do you want me to fuck you right now?”

Naruse whimpered—he couldn’t remember how to form words with his mouth. And then Hide’s lips were on his, his tongue in his mouth, his hand was sliding down inside his tennis shorts to grasp his swollen and dripping member. Oh! When your lover had a big, strong hand and wasn’t ashamed to touch you—oh, god, oh god, what a difference! And he was coming, oh god, he was coming from what—two stokes or three?” Crying out, Naruse couldn’t hold back, and he let out a little scream as his orgasm was pulled from him against his will. God, he shot off like a little boy who’d never had anyone touch him before!

Humiliated, Naruse turned red, red from shame not pleasure. And those wicked blue eyes, he couldn’t look into them. But Hide’s free hand gripped his neck, not letting him turn away. He drew his hand out of Naruse’s shorts, the white cum glinting on it. That tongue, that magic tongue, that had been in his mouth just a short while ago, licked his cum off of that strong, masculine hand. The sight made Naruse start to stiffen again, only seconds after his orgasm. He whimpered.

“Like honey, Sweetheart, your cries, your taste. I’ll have to train you to last a bit longer, however. Don’t worry though, Darling, I’ll get you a cockring that will make sure you’ll last for me until you learn better control. You might want to pack a change of underwear and pants tonight, just in case you cum before I can ring your cock.” Naruse was transfixed with horror. How dare Hide talk to him like this? The VP’s thumb stroked over his lips, and appalled Naruse heard himself moan.

“So sweet! I’ll expect to hear your promises, tonight, Yukihiko. I’d stay and wash you in the shower, Sweetheart, but you’d be screaming in ecstasy when the team got back here. I’ll see you tonight, my Honey Pot.” And then with one last kiss that made Naruse’s knees buckle, he was gone. The blonde slid down to the floor of the clubhouse, stunned.

That—that—was a hallucination, wasn’t it? That couldn’t have happened! But his shorts were sticky with cum, his cock rock hard, his mouth stinging, and his lips swollen. How long he sat there, he didn’t know. Finally, the sound of laughter approaching made him leap up and flee to the showers. If anyone found him like this, he’d have to kill them. And then he’d be arrested for murder and wouldn’t be on time when Hideaki-kun came to pick him up at 7. For all his fear, this was one date that the tennis captain had no intention of missing.