On the Street of Dreams

Chapter summary: “We will meet again,” he promised as he glanced at the hotel one last time. Shoving his hands in his suit coat, he looked both ways and raced across the street, vanishing into the thick crowd.

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One Night with the Man in White


Eiri lifted the cowboy hat from the boy’s head and held it over the back of the bench, letting it drop to the grassy knoll. Moaning against the soft lips, he slid his hand up Shuichi’s neck and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Jerking the boy’s head back, he ignored his hiss of pain. His other hands slid between Shuichi’s legs and cupped the throbbing heat between them.

Shuichi moaned with a gasp as his hips thrust into the hand cupping him. He slid his arms around the writer’s shoulders and opened his mouth as teeth nipped at his bottom lip, asking for permission. He caressed the long, soft, wet object that snaked into his mouth with his tongue, shivering at the sensation. He let this man explore his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue as it brushed around his mouth like he was licking an ice cream cone.

It started with a soft press and pull of lips, a gentle nip of teeth and lap of tongue, but then as both men felt the strong pull of lust and arousal, they ate hungrily at one another’s mouth. Shuichi felt jolts and shivers travel through his body as the large hand squeezed his hardening cock.

Reluctantly, Eiri pulled away. A thrill of satisfaction swept through him when the singer moaned in disappointment. Panting and with his heart racing, the romance author got to his feet, pulling Shuichi with him. “C’mon, before I forget myself and fuck you right here,” he growled.

Violet eyes, heavy lidded and veiled with unhidden desire and lust fluttered open. “You do know I’m only sixteen,” Shuichi whispered huskily as he tried to bring himself down from his lofty height.

“It’s after midnight and I’m as horny as hell,” he growled, tugging Shuichi behind him. “I really don’t care.”

Shuichi licked his lips and allowed this strange man to drag him down the bike path to the parking lot. He had a flitting thought to let this guy know that he was a neutral, but let it go. He did not want to take the chance that his revelation might spoil the mood. He was hard as a rock, horny as hell and he damn well was going to get laid. Besides, there was something about his writer, something Shuichi could not put a finger on, something that tugged at something deep within him.

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Half an hour later, Shuichi found himself making out with a stranger in an elevator car as it made its way to the top floor of the hotel agonizingly slow. The writer had the singer up against the wall with his feet spread to keep himself and fully aroused younger male strapped around his waist from falling over. Shuichi’s small fingers combed through the soft golden locks. Vaguely, he realized the guy lost his hat somewhere along the way, but really could care less.

Eiri’s hand roamed up and down Shuichi’s sides under the huge button up shirt. He pressed his too tight white slacks into Shuichi’s swollen groin, rolling and flexing his hips, earning him more erotic cries from his young lover. His lips pulled at the swollen ones, licking them. When the mouth opened willingly, pleadingly, Eiri attacked it. He sucked and lapped at the boy’s mouth, groaning. Shuichi was like a drug. He could not get enough, could not delve deep enough into the warm, wet cavern.

Distantly, they heard the ping, announcing they had arrived on their floor. Eiri walked out of the elevator and down the hall with Shuichi still hanging onto him. He groped the singer’s behind with one hand as the other gripped his neck. Their tongues wrestled. Their lips and teeth abused each other.

Reluctantly, Eiri broke away, panting, and stopped before the hotel room he reserved for the night. Shuichi attacked his older lover’s neck, squeezing his legs around the man’s waist. Eiri groaned, squeezing the boy’s ass cheeks, arching himself into the bulge poking into him. Fumbling in the pocket of his pants, Eiri pulled out the key card as Shuichi trailed kisses along his jaw and neck. Blindly, he reached out and swiped the card in the slot, then turned the handle. Renewing his conquest of the boy’s mouth, he walked into the room. The card fell unnoticed onto the floor. He kicked the door shut behind him and carried Shuichi towards the bed.

He dropped the boy onto the bed and stared down at him ravenously while he tore his suit coat off. He dropped it to the floor and tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. Shuichi pushed himself back onto the bed, licking his lips, as he slid out of the over shirt and then the tight half shirt. He watched the writer unbutton his white slacks with a hungry gleam in his eyes. Eiri pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, flinging the hindering things with his toe. He knelt on the edge of the bed and stared at his younger lover with the same hungry, lustful glint on his face as the boy laid back and undid his khaki’s. Shuichi rose his butt off the bed and slid his pants, along with his boxers, off. He tossed them over his shoulder, not caring where they ended up.

Eiri licked his lips in anticipation as he gazed down at the wonderful sight before him as Shuichi propped himself up on his elbows, his knees bent and legs spread, displaying himself in all his fine glory. He took in the slightly toned chest and flat abs, the long slender legs and the engorged member standing at attention between them. His breath hitched at the sight.

Shuichi stared at the drop dead gorgeous male before him. His heart was beating a rapid tattoo, matching his throbbing cock. He panted heavily as his gaze traveled down the slim, hairless body to the large cock that was already weeping. His gaze traveled back up his body to the face that was hard and intense with a look he had seen countless times before. A look that said, “You’re mine.” A look of confidence, of surety that he knew exactly how this night would turn out. A look that used to scare the shit out of Shuichi, but it was different this time. He could not explain it, but being with this guy, or the promise of being with him, was not like anything he had ever experienced. In a way, it scared him, but on the other hand, he welcomed it eagerly.

Feeling the need to play the part of the enticing vixen, Shuichi lay back on the bed and opened his legs wider.

Growling, Eiri dropped onto the bed and crawled up the singer’s body on hands and knees between his legs. He leaned down and feigned a kiss.

“Tease,” Shuichi whispered as Eiri pulled away.

Chuckling, Eiri attacked the boy’s lips. He sucked and probed his mouth and tweaked his pert nipples. Shuichi moaned into Eiri’s mouth and arched into the touch, as shivers jolted down his body.

That was the last straw for Eiri. Just hearing this kid’s moans, muffled cries and feeling him shiver with need and lust underneath him was pushing him over the edge. He slid his body against Shuichi’s, pushing himself against him. Their throbbing erections tangled in an erotic dance. Both men shivered, throwing their heads back with a cry and thrusting their hips together.

In a breathy voice, Shuichi whispered, “Do it! God! Do it!”

With a growl, Eiri sat back on his knees and lifted the narrow hips. He pulled the boy none too gently towards him. Grabbing his own cock, he set it against Shuichi’s opening and with a flex of his hips, rammed himself into his young lover till his balls slapped against his behind.

Shuichi arched off the bed and threw his head back, screaming as a jolt of pain raced like lightening through his body, clawing at the quilt beneath him. He clamped down around the large invader inside of him. Tears of pain trickled down his face.

Eiri cried out, thrusting deeper into his lover in response. Panting heavily, he paused and glanced down at the boy, watching as he shifted himself to get comfortable and the pain receded. “Are you okay?”

Shuichi nodded, panting, as he wrapped his legs around Eiri’s waist. “Yes,” he said breathlessly.

“Are you sure? I don’t want t hurt you.” But neither did he want to stop. They had come too far to turn back. Maybe he should have prepped the boy, but he was too impatient to do that.

“You won’t,” Shuichi assured with a shake of his head. “Trust me.”

Wondering what Shuichi meant by that, he took him at his word and pulled out slowly until the tip of him was barely inside. He gazed fully in Shuichi’s face, pinning him to the mattress as surely as he was pinned to the bed. Letting go of the tiny man’s lithe hips, he set his hands on the bed on other side of Shuichi’s head, in a push-up motion and thrust into him, causing his young lover to cry out. He pushed himself inside as fast and hard as he could. Shuichi screamed but did not tell him to stop so Eiri did not. He continued his thrusts, using his impatience and eagerness. He buried himself deep within his lover; pushing himself in as far as he could go. Soon, the room was filled with a rapidly creaking bed, loud vocal cries and the sharp slap of flesh on flesh.

Unconsciously, Shuichi’s hands grabbed his neglected member and began pumping himself in time to his lover’s frenzied thrusts.

Muscles tightened as warmth spread through both males. With one final thrust, Eiri climaxed, releasing his seed as he buried himself deeply within his lithe lover and let out a deep cry, echoed by another as legs tightened around his waist and a white spray enveloped them both.

With a sigh, Shuichi dropped his legs onto the bed, panting. He took great gulps of air and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. He felt as if he had been de-boned. His arms unable to support him, Eiri collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, drenched in sweat and just out of breath as his lover. Closing his eyes, he smiled to himself, allowing himself to bask in the afterglow.

Chuckling, Shuichi rolled over and draped his shaking, sweaty body over the elder male. His arms encircled the writer’s head as he pressed their lips together. Eiri opened his eyes as his arms encircled Shuichi’s waist. Pulling away, Shuichi gazed down tenderly at the writer. Something clicked into place the instant their eyes met. In unison, they brought their lips together. Shuichi tilted his head and opened his mouth without his lover having to ask. Gently, with almost a feather light press of lips, they kissed. Eiri’s hand slipped up the boy’s slick back and cupped the nape of his neck, holding him against him.

Shuichi was not sure what had changed. Their first time was fast and demanding. As Eiri flipped them over, reigning soft kisses down Shuichi’s neck, the boy knew this time would be different and he welcomed it.

He wished he could stay in this man’s arms forever.

*

When Shuichi woke the next morning, it was to a throbbing ache between his legs. He hissed in pain as he sat up. When it subsided, he sighed in relief. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he yawned deeply, stretching. Shaking his head, he blinked his eyes wide and glanced around, taking in the hotel room for the first time.

It was a decent sized room with a large bed, matching nightstands, dresser and a two seater table in front of a large bay window. A narrow door behind the table Shuichi guessed was a closet. Directly across from the bed was a door that was partially closed. From what he could see, a small bathroom lay behind.

Stretching, he glanced besides him with a smile. It slipped slightly when he realized he was alone. Sighing heavily, he stared up at the ceiling. A heavy weight settled in his chest at the thought of his lover up and disappearing in the middle of the night without saying so much as a goodbye, but he had known this would happen. Somewhere deep within his consciousness, he had known this was only a one night only event. It still hurt though, but…A smile crept onto his face and a laugh bubbled up inside of him. What was that saying? It was better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all? That certainly applied right now. Even if he never saw that guy again, Shuichi knew he would never forget the one night of wonderful passion. Besides, he could not wait to see the look on his dear old dad’s face when he told the old fart where he had been all night.

He glanced back at the empty spot besides him and blinked, his smile slipping off a second time. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he reached out and lifted a shinny object lying on the pillow. Sitting up all the way, he held the object in his hand, studying it in confusion. It was a ring, a solid silver band.

“What in the…”

He blinked as a thought struck him. Could this be…?

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At the corner, a tall foreign looking man with blond hair looked back at the hotel. He was jostled by the mid-morning rush.

He felt bad for up and leaving Shuichi like he had, but he needed time to think, to sort through things. Things were moving too fast. One minute, he was fawning over the boy and the next he was making love to him. It seemed surreal, like it had all been a dream. Then there was that look he had seen on the singer’s face. Only in his fantasies had Eiri dreamed that his crush would look at him like that. Shuichi had not even known Eiri existed before last night, but the kid seemed to have developed some sort of feelings for him, or so he hoped. It was possible, because Shuichi was so young, that what the boy felt was not love, at least, not the same kind of love that Eiri felt. It could just be a crush, or puppy love, not something that could blossom and bloom as the years go by.

Nowadays, people change lovers like they do underwear. There was no such thing as happily ever after and the thought that what Shuichi felt for him may fade and die like flowers in the spring really hurt. As much as he loved Shuichi and wanted to be with him, he was not sure he could take the pain of being rejected, not after his mother dumped him, his brother and sister. So he had to think. He had to separate himself from the pink haired pop god and give them both time to breathe and sort things out. He just hoped Shuichi did not hate him or think badly of him for leaving like he had. The last thing he wanted was a one night stand. He did not just want a warm body to fuck and he certainly hoped Shuichi did not want that either. It would break Eiri’s heart if that were the case.

Sighing, he ran his thumb over his middle finger unconsciously. When he felt no resistance, he blinked and looked down at his left hand. It took him a couple seconds for comprehension to dawn. The corner of his lips tilted into the beginning of a smile.

“We will meet again,” he promised as he glanced at the hotel one last time. Shoving his hands in his suit coat, he looked both ways and raced across the street, vanishing into the thick crowd.

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