The Nudist

Title: The Nudist
Author: Chu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This fic was inspired by the three day heat wave we\'ve been having here where I live. One day, during the summer, Shuichi is overwhelmed by the heat and starts behaving a little...odd.
Disclaimer: Don\'t own it.


Eiri tipped the mug towards his lips, eyes focused on the boy sprawled across his living room floor in amusement. It was sweltering, the heat so potent that it even seemed to have a smell; salty and metallic with a tinge of the steam rising off both of their bodies. The blonde was admittedly more tolerant of the weather conditions than his younger, sensitive lover. He\'d chosen to roll up the cuffs of his sleeves and leave his shirt completely unbuttoned instead of opting to just ignore the temperature as he usually did-- well, it was extremely hot, but lately Eiri enjoyed teasing Shuichi with a little skin when he got the chance. The singer was in his prime, and he was hot for it constantly, it seemed, so even the tiniest span of his bare arm and the boy was plastered to him like some kind of sticky barnacle. Of course, this didn\'t bother the novelist at all; the attention and the frequent sex was enjoyable.

Though Shuichi had glanced at his uncovered chest and stomach a few times, it seemed the boy wasn\'t in the mood for sex today. Eiri didn\'t blame him-- it felt like sweat was boiling on his back. He was tempted to just give up on wearing a shirt altogether.

His lover, however, seemed to lose an article of clothing every time the blonde happened to glance at him. By the time Eiri was half-way through his morning paper, Shuichi was down to nothing but a pair of extremely short jeans that he\'d hiked up until the smooth, defined curve under his rear was visible. They were also unbuttoned and unzipped, and even from across the room, the novelist knew the other didn\'t have any underwear on. He was very tempted to go back on his promise not to ravish the singer on such a hot day-- besides, it wouldn\'t really matter, would it?

Shuichi was laying on his back on the hardwood floor, his arms and legs spread wide like a starfish. His eyes were closed and it seemed he had every fan in the house aimed at his directly at his body, though it seemed to only purpose they served was to dry the sweat gathering there. The heat wave that had hit Tokyo knocked out nearly every air conditioner in the city, so they\'d had to make due with just a couple of portable fans. Eiri didn\'t even know they owned that many, but his lover somehow managed to pull them out and set them all on as high as they could go to make himself comfortable.

The boy was starting to squirm again, his hips tilting from side to side as he attempted to cool himself. If he\'s going to take off those shorts, Eiri thought, I\'m getting out of here before I make both of us very uncomfortable. He stood, not caring if he hadn\'t finished his paper or his mug of tea, the chair scraping back harshly and catching the attention of the boy on the floor. \"Yuki...\" Shuichi muttered, drowsily. \"Stay in here.\"

\"Why?\" Eiri was suspicious. He only partially didn\'t want to hear his lover\'s answer, knowing it would be something that either td hid him on or turned him to goo. Neither of which he was really in the mood for right then, so his first instinct was to escape danger before it hit.

\"I like looking at you.\" Damn! It was a deadly combination of the two. He had to get out of there.

\"Find something more interesting to look at. I hear the sun is really pretty this time of day, why don\'t you go see?\" The dry words rolled off his tongue, a defensive habit he\'d taken on years ago. \"I don\'t want to sit around and supply mental images for your masturbatory purposes, pervert.\"

\"It\'s too hot for anything like that.\" Shuichi whimpered, scrubbing at his eyes roughly. Eiri felt sorry for him for just a moment, but resolutely, he turned on his heel and stalked into his office.

For a while, all he did was sit in his chair and smoke. The heat made him lazy, and all he really felt like doing was crawling into a bed with cool, slick sheets and forgetting the world existed. It would be nice if Shuichi were there, too, but the blonde knew even though he loved touching his lover, he\'d be more annoyed at the overbearing heat radiating from him now.

He checked the clock, and sure enough, nearly an hour had passed. He figured, it\'d be a good idea to go check on Shuichi now. Just to make sure he was still alive.

As he stepped out into the living room, however, what he saw knocked the breath out of his chest. Shuichi\'s face was flushed and strained, eyes closed tightly as though he were struggling not to open them. His body was dripping sweat, spread wide, and...completely nude.

From his position he could see between his lover\'s legs perfectly. He licked his lips, shifting on his feet slightly at the added pressure on his groin. For just a second, all he did was concentrate on slim hips and long, shapely legs, almost too shapely for a boy if Shuichi didn\'t have the added bulk that came with being male. It was rather strange, he was ashamed to say, to see his lover naked though he wasn\'t aroused. Especially in such a raunchy position!

Eiri\'s erection pulsed, and he did the first thing that came to mind: he turned around and practically ran back into his office.

\"Yuki?\" Shuichi lifted his head slightly, eyes lidded. There was a really delicious draft just a moment ago-- where had it come from?

His head dropped painfully back onto the floor and he started panting, thick fingers of sweltering, blistering heat coiling over his skin. He was desperate to get away from it, twisting and squirming and whimpering like a slut but he couldn\'t help it; it was going to kill him. He had the crazy urge to toss himself off the balcony just so he could feel the air rush by his naked body before he plummeted to his steamy hot death on top of some poor person\'s car.

His breathing sped up and deepened until he was afraid he was hyperventilatithenthen there was a strange sense of wanting to scream but not being able to open his mouth, and it faded to nothing.

Eiri paused in his typing at the sound of a hoarse squeak. He wasn\'t sure what species of animal in his house made that kind of noise, but whatever it was, it was dead now.

In his haste to get into his office he\'d neglected shutting the door, so the whirring and occasional click of the fans and every noise Shuichi made filtered in crystal clear. Just thinking about what he\'d seen earlier made him extremely uncomfortable, and he\'d ended up getting to the sex scene way too fast in his novel. He\'d have to go back and edit it later, and switch the \"he\"s to \"she\"s and shift the hero\'s attention from \"his\" smooth bottom up to \"her\" perky breasts. Eiri figured it was a good idea to take advantage of his moods like this and filter it through his novels.

Suddenly the blonde heard loud, rapid stomping, as though one one were about to run full-throttle into one of his walls. Sure enough, a blur of skin whooshed by his door just seconds later. He blinked, a little confused and a littl afraid of what that could have possibly been.

Apparently whatever it was, smacked it\'s face right into the wall at the end of the hallway, then it turned around and retraced it\'s steps with just as much enthusiasm as before. \"Weeee!\" It seemed to screech, and time stood still as Eiri happened to c a g a glimpse of what it was.

Shuichi was prancing around his apartment bare-assed like he was a teenager with his parent\'s house all to themselves for the weekend.

\"The heat\'s drove him fucking insane.\" Eiri cursed, dropping his cigarette and pulling himself reluctantly from his desk. Ordinarily he wouldn\'t be concerning himself with his lover\'s many idiosyncrasies, but the boy\'s mental health affected the novelist\'s sex life and he just didn\'t think the head psychiatrist at the looney bin would let him step in for an hour or two to screw one of their patients.

For the second time he found himself standing in his own living room, dumbfounded. Shuichi was clinging desperately to one of his lamps, nuzzling the metal in hopes of cooling off his face. As soon as the lamp heated up, he dropped it back onto the end table and raced to the balcony, screaming.

As the boy was lifting himself over the rail, Eiri\'s feet finally responded and he moved faster than he ever had in his life, barely managing to catch Shuichi in mid-air as he launched himself from the building. \"What the hell is wrong with you?!\" The blonde was furious. Whatever was going on, he wanted to know now-- hiver ver almost killed himself! Another surge of anger and his grip on the singer tightened.


\"Let me go! Oh, God, you\'re so hot. Let go!\" Shuichi was squirming in his arms, twisting around and rubbing every inch of his naked body against Eiri\'s in the process. He was breathing as though he were starved for air, his chest and stomach rising and falling rapidly. The steady motion brought to Eiri\'s mind other things, things that he probably should not have been thinking when it was apparent his lover had lost the last few marbles he had rolling around in his skull. This heat wasn\'t helping him any.

\"Why should I let go? You almost tossed yourself off the balcony!\" Eiri was steadily dragging the protesting boy back into the apartment, just barely managing to get him inside when Shuichi latched onto the sliding glass door.

\"Nooo! Don\'t hold me back! Something about the heat and naked air and hot steamy deaths. Don\'t ask!\" The pink-haired boy went limp, and Eiri thought he may have decided to quit fighting, but then he reared back up. \"AHH!\" And he lurched violently towards the edge of the railing again. The blonde was having a hard time holding him back-- the rumors were true, insane people held ten times the strength of a normal human being.

\"Damn!\" He swore, finally pulling the screaming boy into the apartment and shutting the door behind him. Shuichi was still writhing like a snake trapped under his shoe when he grasped his wrist and started dragging him back down the hall.

\"What are you doing to me? Stop! Yuki, AH!\" The boy was doing everything possible to prevent whatever his lover had planned, but it didn\'t seem to work. He tried grabbing the walls with every ounce of his strength as he passed by them, but Eiri was stronger. Worse yet, the sweat covering his naked body was only aiding novenovelist as he practically slid on the linoleum. The dry patches on his back and his legs occasionally caught and rubbed painfully and he whimpered at the added discomfort.

His lover stopped suddenly, and Shuichi\'s eyes widened at the sound of a doorknob turning. He tried to bend his neck back enough to see where Eiri was taking him, but from his awkward position on the floor and the blonde\'s larger body to block his view, he couldn\'t tell.

\"Did you hit your head somewhere?\" For once, the older man didn\'t sound condescending or even sarcastic. There was real concern laced in the edges of his voice, faint, but even in Shuichi\'s delusional state he could pick it up.

The author\'s grip tightened on his wrist. \"Ow! Let go!\" He was suddenly moving again, wincing as he was dragged over the threshold. He gasped as he realized where his lover was taking him. \"Why are you taking me in the bathroom? It\'s hot! Your hand is burning me to death. Yuki!\" The blonde ignored him, not even bothering to close the door. The shower curtain was yanked open and Shuichi\'s body was lifted into Eiri\'s arms.

For a moment, the pink haired boy was still, staring up into his lover\'s face. The novelist had never held him like this, cradled with one arm under his knees and the other behind his neck. His hands wrested on his thigh and shoulder, the skin he touched with his fingertips tingling madly. Eiri was wearing a strange expression, something between being upset and concerned, then suddenly his face was moving away.

The novelist was sure it hurt him when he dropped into the cold ceramic tub, even more sure when his head hit the side with a sickening thump, but the smaller boy appeared unfazed. He was even more worried after witnessing this-- it just wasn\'t normal not to respond like that.

He dropped to his knees beside the tub, leaning over and twisting the faucets, trying his best to ignore his lover who was once again sprawled on his back with his limbs spread everywhere. He was grateful that he had a rather large tub, giving the boy plenty of room to manuever should he need to.

One of the most agonized shrieks he\'d ever heard emitted from Shuichi\'s throat when the frigid water beat into his poor body. \"COLD!\" His hands flew to Eiri\'s hair and yanked with almost inhuman strength.

The blonde yelped as he was thrust under the cold spray and his lover held him there, shielding himself from the icy temperature of the water. \"Fuck!\" He growled, trying to pull away but to no avail. His jeans were sponging up water so quickly that it was difficult to move, and the novelist floundered for a moment on top of the boy.

Shuichi\'s eyes were squeezed shut, whimpering like a kicked dog under the shock as his body rapidly went from searing hot to freezing cold. His hands, still rooted in Eiri\'s hair, were shaking tremendously.

Meanwhile, the water beat directly onto the older man\'s back, soaking his white button-up shirt and it clung to his body, the pale color of his flesh bleeding through the fabric. The pink-haired boy opened his eyes, shivering, watching as his lover was drenched and the water dripped off in fat droplets from his hair. His fingers slowly loosened their hold, and his lips parted weakly.

Eiri was completely incensed, and he felt cold and wet. Shuichi\'s hands dropped from his head, and he raised it to yell at the boy. He paused.

Wet eyelashes shadowed his lover\'s violet eyes, dewy from the added water. It ran in rivulets down his face, each tiny drop greedy as they slowly caressed down the boy\'s face until they fell, clinging for just the barest of seconds in remorse before disappearing into the shallow pool beneath them. His skin was slick and glistening with the faintest hint of dampness, pink strands curling around his cheeks and plastering themselves there.

And Shuichi was naked.

The singer was watching him, too. The boy had a startling sense of clarity as he stared up at the older man, and his golden eyes that were blazing just moments ago softening to an intense smolder. Every movement the novelist made shifted his muscles and Shuichi concentrated on every single sinewy detail beneath the shirt that didn\'t exactly hide the blonde\'s body from him anymore. He could see through every thread, and it turned him on something dreadful.

Surprisingly, Shuichi was the one who made the first move, one hand reaching up and immediately planting the pad of his thumb onto one pert nipple. It startled the older man and his shoulders jumped just the slightest at the sensation of chilly skin. The singer relaxed beneath him, settling his head back against the bottom of the tub and putting enough pressure on his thumb for it to be borderline painful, rubbing it in slow, calculating circles. His eyes were fastened on the blonde\'s chest the entire time.

Before Eiri met Shuichi, he didn\'t know his nipples were sensitive. Before, it just felt like another patch of skin, but as soon as they started sleeping together his lover quickly found every sensitive spot on his body and learned how to work it just as fast. He knew the difference in pressure on his ear, how hard to bite to make him moan and how hard to bite for it to be ticklish and just piss him off. The same went for his chest, and Shuichi knew how to really make him feel it.

He grunted, both at his thoughts and the stimulation on his vulnerable nipple. It was covered by the shirt, but Eiri was sure his lover could see them peaking through the cotton, and the rough texture under Shuichi\'s thumb irritated the skin, but in a nice way. The singer\'s eyes rose finally to meet his, never ceasing the movement of his thumb, only changing patterns to a swift up and down motion for just a second. Eiri moaned at the unexpected action, caught between pulling away and pressing closer. He was just nursing that one nipple, adjusting the pressure as needed and occasionally switching back and forth from clockwise to counter-clockwise and that wonderfully swift up-and-down rub, but just that one singular spot. It was driving him insane, and he was sure when the other boy decided to stop the nub of flesh would be red and stiff from irritation.

\"Stop.\" His voice was hoarse and quiet when he said it, and he worried for a moment that the other boy didn\'t hear him. He started to lift himself away from that tormenting thumb, but as soon as he moved Shuich han hand followed him and his knee rose to press firmly against Eiri\'s returning erection. He hissed through his teeth, squirming and tempted to sob as his lover never budged his thumb from it\'s appointed duty at his nipple. But Yuki Eiri doesn\'t sob, so he settled for just writhing around like a kid that wasn\'t getting it\'s way. \"There\'s not enough room in the tub for this. Stop!\"

\"Not laying down...\" Shuichi rasped, digging his thumb into the blonde\'s chest hard enough to send a spark of pain shooting up his spine, just enough to heighten his awareness of what his lover was currently doing to him. Eiri arched his back and his head fell forward against the singer\'s shoulder, his nose digging into the boy\'s neck. Each press sent another shock of adrenaline straight to his groin.

\"You\'re going to rub it off!\" He complained, wriggling his shoulders and trying to dislodge the boy\'s hand. Shuichi finally had mercy on him, pulling his thumb away, and Eiri sighed and relaxed for a moment. The spot the singer had been rubbing so diligently throbbed, so sensitive that when the boy gave him a parting flick he almost jumped out of his skin and yelped.

His relief didn\'t last long as Shuichi squirmed until he was beneath his shoulders and quickly latched his mouth onto the opposite nipple, brushing aside the wet fabric that covered it. Eiri\'s head dropped and he exhaled forcefully, holding himself up just barely by his elbows. His body created a canopy for his lover, who had raised his hands and placed them palms-down on either side of his head as though he were nursing. Shuichi placed delicate, sucking kisses on and around the pinkened nub of flesh, gently grazing him with his h anh and then pulling it back into his mouth again. His knee wasn\'t idle, gently rocking against the sensitive flesh of his groin with an almost soothing pace.

Eiri\'s eyes squeezed shut, his lips parting with every rapid intake of breath. He couldn\'t even feel the cold water pounding into his back anymore, only concentrating on the delicious feeling that came with Shuichi showering him with attention. Vaguely, he wondered if he\'d let the singer be on top this time.

He openis eis eyes and studied his surrounding briefly. No, there wasn\'t enough room lengthwise without having to curl one of them nearly into a ball and the other would most likely end up with a faucet in his ass. They could stand up, but he really wasn\'t in the mood to move.

Shuichi\'s arms were creeping around his waist, tugging at the now heavy shirt that stuck to his back. He released the older man\'s nipple and lowered his knee, slowly manuevering his body so that he lay face to face with his lover again.

Eiri\'s head dipped and he placed an open-mouthed kiss on the boy\'s soft cheek, hovering over the smooth skin just a moment before slowly inching over and repeating act action at the corner of his mouth. He sucked just the slightest, swiping his tongue over the singer\'s lips and momentarily holding himself up on one elbow as his hand rose and gently squeezed Shuichi\'s jaw, forcing it open and snaking the slim muscle inside. Water was still running off his body in cascades, flowing from his hair, his neck and his shoulders to land on the young body beneath him. Their eyelids were shut to prevent it from getting in their eyes, as Eiri\'s mouth lifted and settled over and over again on the boy\'s lips. Shuichi\'s arm was wrapped around his neck, the other one supporting him so he could lean up just the slightest. Their slick bodies were pressed so close, their mouths melded in a kiss so deep that the blonde was sure his jaw would be sore tomorrow along with his poor nipples. The singer was being rather rough, gnawing at the sensitive skin of his lips and tugging sharplowerowering himself back onto the cold ceramic tub and pulling Eiri down with him. He nudged at the other man\'s elbows until he lost his balance an fell, his entire weight pressed down on the boy beneath him.

Shuichi broke off the kiss with a wet sounding \'smack\' and threw his head back, moaning at the feel of the other\'s muscles twitching against his own wet chest. They were aligned perfectly, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, erections pressed tightly against each other\'s hips. Their legs squirmed together for a moment at the pleasure of full-body contact, finally settling with one of Shuichi\'s knees bent between each of the blonde\'s and the other wrapped tightly around Eiri\'s thigh. Caught up in the moment, they moved together, hips slowly, sensually pressing into each other in a subtle rhythm that was completely maddening for both of them. The novelist latched his mouth onto the patch of skin between the singer\'s neck and shoulder, nipping gently to coax out sweet, breathy moans from Shuichi. He wanted to leave the boldest of marks on his lover-- he felt like an animal staking claim on his territory. He never wanted anyone else but him touching what was his. He growled and suckled at the sensitive skin savagely, savoring the squeak the boy made in response.

Shuichi couldn\'t get enough of the blonde, he felt like an addict. All the sticky, drenched clothing he was wearing looked hot, but it was becoming a nuisance. He wanted it off of him-- he pulled at the shirt, desperate to feel more than just the strip of skin down the middle of his lover\'s torso, but Eiri wasn\'t helping him any. The novelist\'s head was buried deep in the crook of his neck and he seemed determined not to pull his mouth away until he\'d managed to suck out one of his major arteries, and now that his arms weren\'t occupied with holding him up he was curling his fingers into Shuichi\'s wet hair, running the backs of his fingers over his cheeks and down the other side of his neck. The singer finally gave up on trying to extract the clingy shirt off of his lover, settling reluctantly into the quickly heating pool of water beneath his back while the older man ravished him.

Eiri released the boy\'s neck, licking gently at the rosy mark he\'d left behind before raising himself up and capturing his lips again. The singer was making humming noises in his throat-- it felt so good, Shuichi thought, being close to the novelist like this, because he knew it made his lover feel good, too. All he wanted to do was rip Eiri away from all the needless hours of cigarettes and booze and his own laptop, pin him down, and make him see stars from the pleasure the singer inflicted on his defenseless body.

Yuki.

Powerless.

Feeling really, really good.

Shuichi\'s arms wound around the older man\'s neck and his mouth watered even after his lover pulled away from him. The singer admitted he liked being bottom when they had sex, but one of his biggest turn ons was a submissive Eiri. And though the older man would never admit it, he was pretty damn good at acting the part, too. Shuichi wasn\'t invited to top the man very often so he found himself being the aggressive one every now at then to try and convince his lover to spread his legs. Thinking back, the younger boy couldn\'t remember a time when the novelist resisted his advances or told him no when he wanted to penetrate him.

It felt perverted, so dirty, getting hot because Eiri cried at the sensation of being filled, every single tear that leaked from the corner of his eyes spiking his lust. Sadistic, somewhat, when he saw his lover spread wide and helpless in front of him while he was being nailed. And, God, he loved it so much. He reveled in the filth of it.

He was pretty sure his eyes were glazed, alreadlf-llf-lidded from desire. He wanted Eiri like that right now.

\"Not enough room in the tub.\" Shuichi heard him murmur against his cheek. He was right-- while the tub was wide, it was only long enough for a full grown man, not two men. The singer had to hold back the sigh of disappointment; he\'d have Eiri some other time, then. But now...

Shuichi lifted himself and told his lover to turn around. While it wasn\'t uncommon for the younger boy to demand things in bed, it was the first time he\'d been the one to come up with the idea of a position. Eiri obliged, manuevering himself so that the lower half of his body lay beside Shuichi\'s head, and the blonde found himself with an eyeful of his lover\'s crotch.

The smaller boy shivered as the water was pounding directly on him now. The cold didn\'t bother him as much anymore, now that his body temperature was raising-- and there was something so damn sexy about having sex while sheets of liquid fell from their bodies.

After they both made themselves comfortable, Eiri\'s mouth found it\'s way to the head of the boy\'s sex, pulling it in just the slightest and dragging his lips as he pulled away. On cue, Shuichi\'s opposite knee raised-- the blonde was laying over his thigh so all he could do was spread it further away from his body. His head hit the tub with a dull thud, and he gasped as Eiri swallowed him again, just a little deeper. The novelist raised slender hand, coated with slick water, and gripped the whatever he couldn\'t get in his mouth with his hand, tugging the skin with every pump of his hand.

Shuichi didn\'t think he could take much more, and he looked up, catching sight of Eiri\'s head bobbing between his quivering thighs. \"Ungh!\" His hands clenched, scraping the bottom of the tub desperately. The novelist was gazing sideways, eyes on his lover\'s face the entire time. No, this isn\'t fair, Shuichi thought. I\'m supposed to...

The blonde pulled away again and blew hot breath onto the tip. The singer\'s arm reached out and clasped the other man\'s thigh almost convulsively, tugging, trying to get him to move his hips closer...

Eiri shifted, swinging one knee over Shuichi\'s head as he pressed a kiss to the end of his erection. The blonde\'s lover was making the most delicious breathy sounds, soft \"ahs\" that went straight to his straining groin. The singer reached up, pulling at the button is jis jeans and snapping the zipper off so fast that Eiri was afraid he\'d get caught in it.

With a bit of adjusting, Shuichi managed to pull his lover\'s pants off of him and get him within easy reach. Just as the novelist had resumed his steady pace, the younger boy wrapped his arms around his hips, pulled him down a little more, and took him into his mouth. Eiri made a noise deep in his throat, and his lover bucked at the vibrations.

The singer releahim him only long enough to lean up and take his testicles inside his mouth, rolling them around and caressing them with his tongue until his lover made another one of those sounds. His tongue brushed down the underside of the other man\'s sex before he wrapped his lips around him again, one hand creeping up the back of Eiri\'s thigh with slow, deliberate rubs. He massaged one firm cheek when he reached the novelist\'s rump, two fingers delving into the hollow.

Almost immediately, the blonde tensed as the pads of his fingers delicately touched the ring of muscles. A hard suck from Shuichi and he relaxed again, closing his eyes tightly as the boy gave the tight skin the same treatment he\'d given Eiri\'s nipple, rubbing in slow circular motions until the novelist tried to move his hips backwards into the digits. In response, one finger dipped in shallowly, just the very end so he could feel it, then it removed it to to return to it\'s circular movements. Shuichi repeated this several times, sometimes thrusting the fingers in and out quickly, roughly, just to pull away again and start that maddening rub. He never delved in deeper than the first knuckle.

If his mouth weren\'t already full, Eiri would be gritting his teeth. After being together for so long, his habits rubbed off on the younger boy. Shuichi had learned how to be quite the tease in the past few months, and while it was usually welcome, now was not one of those times. \"Damnit, either do it or don\'t do it, but don\'t play with me.\" He ground out hoarsely, momentarily pulling away from the other boy. He could feel Shuichi smiling around his own flesh. \"Fuck!\" He cried, as two fingers were deep inside the next second. Eiri was grateful for the water, otherwise that would\'ve been painful as hell. \"Ungh...raise your hips.\" He finally muttered, thickly.

When he did, the novelist decided to return to him in kind. He moved lower than the boy\'s erection, burying his nose deep in the slope between his bottom. The smell wasn\'t unpleasant, just heavy-- metallic, almost. Most of the water had cleaned away anything that may have been there before, and he was relieved. The blonde placed a chaste kiss at the boy\'s entrance, swirling his tongue around the skin before plunging the thick muscle inside. He kept his hand tightly around the base, of Shuichi\'s sex, then he clenched his fingers and started to pump quickly.

Both of them were quickly reaching the brink. Their paces became hurried and erratic, Shuichi\'s fingers finally finding that spongy flesh deep inside of him and concentrating on thrusting into it while he sucked him off. Eiri\'s hand was coiling around the head of his lover\'s erection, squeezing it while his lips and tongue molested the boy\'s behind.

The singer started making those deep-throated noises, agitating the flesh he still held tightly in his mouth. His hips slowly started moving, ever-so-subtley...

\"Mm..MMMPPH!\" His fingerilleilled inside of Eiri, and his mouth tightened around him. His thighs tensed and he almost tried to crush the blonde\'s head with them when they automatically started closing as he hit orgasm.

The novelist tried to hold back. He wanted to, so he could savor every sound, every squirm Shuichi made during his climax, but he couldn\'t deny the tightening knot in his belly. When the singer made that choked noise, however, the sexy sound traveling to his ears and straight back down to his groin-- literally, vibrations of the boy\'s throat sending him sailing over the edge. A low, wailing noise escaped his lips, and he heard the sounds of Shuichi rapidly swallowing behind him.

Suddenly, the fingers inside him just slipped out, and the singer\'s lips released him. \"Shuichi?\" He called, rolling onto his side and raising himself. The younger boy lay flat on his back, passed out. \"Goddamn.\" He turned the shower off and climbed out of the tub, heading for the phone to call a doctor.


He\'d managed to get fresh, dry clothes on himself and Shuichi, as well as moving the other boy to their bed, by the time Chiba-sensei got there. He stood to the side while the doctor performed all the necessary tests, and almost absently, his fingers ghosted over his sore nipples through his shirt. \"It looks like another case of heat stroke, Uesugi-san.\" The older man said as he turned. His expression changed from concerned to a look that told Eiri the doctor had caught him rubbing himself. He had the grace to blush. \"I\'d say just some rest, don\'t let him get dehydrated and keep him cool for the next few days. He should be fine.\"

\"Thank you, sensei.\" He mumbled. \"Would you like me to show you to the door?\"

\"No, I can find it on my own.\" The man gave him a kindly smile. \"Goodbye, Uesugi-san.\"

\"Goodbye.\" Eiri watched him leave, then turned to his sleeping lover. His chest rose and fell steadily with every breath. The novelist closed his eyes and sighed with relief-- even though he suspected it was probably just from the heat, seeing his lover laying unconscious had set off a trigger. He\'d dashed to the telephone and called his family doctor, managing to curse him a million times over for every minute he wasn\'t there.

Now, all he wanted to do was sleep. He was a little nervous about being too close to the younger boy and causing him to overheat again, but he wrapped his arms around him anyway, figuring it couldn\'t hurt. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face against the side of Shuichi\'s head, savoring the feel of his skin and the smell of his hair before drifting off to sleep.

And the next morning, Eiri would wake up to one of the most frightening, hideous sounds he would ever hear in his life.

\"Weeee!\"