Breaktime

I’m quite new to writing fics and I’ve only read til’ volume three of Eerie Queerie. Adultfanfiction is the only website that I know that has that category and even though I’m not writing NC-17 (yet) I’ll post my fics here, so there! Anyway, this is fiction so I can easily get away when accused of bastardizing the manga.

Constructive criticism is always well appreciated.


Breaktime
By BlackNailedMiss

He found himself against the wall, warm hands clutching his ass, head thrown back so that Hasunuma could get more of his neck. His arms were around the other’s shoulders for leverage as one of his legs settled on Hasunuma’s hips. He was already panting and they weren’t even naked yet, Mitsuo thought.

Whatever, – they were not going to go at it in the freaking male restroom! This was neither the time nor the place for a make-out session and he had to stop this before he lost his pants and his resolve. Hasunuma was definitely not making things easy when he suddenly started rubbing his groin against his. Every tihe the taller boy pumped his hips into him, pleasure flooded his senses, bypassing his brain and heading directly to his dick.

“Hasunuma, stop it…” Mitsuo did not sound convincing, what with the throaty moan that came out from him as Hasunuma’s hot lips now reached ear and began sucking on it.

“This isn’t the right time… for th-this sort of thing… please…” Mitsuo swore, if Hasunuma’s hands ever reached the inside of his pants, he’s going to go through the roof and thele sle school will know what they were up to. Lucky for him, no one was in the restroom now but of course, anyone could go in and get suspicious when they hear his panting and moaning in one of the cubicles that Hasunuma managed to drag him into.

“Hmmm… just a bit more, and I promise I’ll stop.” With that, the taller boy swooped down Mitsuo’s already open mouth. He delved in, tongue lapping and Mitsuo gave as good as he got while telling himself that this was the last kiss that they would share for the entire day. Hasunuma’s head was swimming with lust, one of his hands now traveling to Mitsuo’s other thigh so that the smaller boy’s legs would be around him and he could get closer to Mitsuo, closer, and closer…

“Hey, Daisuke, I heard that you were going to join the drama club. Are you shittin’ us or what?”

Hasunuma paused and Mitsuo looked like he was going to hyperventilate. His eyes were wide and if his cheeks were red awhile ago from all that blushing, he looked like a tomato now from panic. If they were caught… Damn, not only would the whole school know but they were going to get hell from the Dean’s Office. Fornicating in bathrooms was a major offense but they still risked it – well, Hasunuma risked it. As far as Mitsuo knew himself, he’s a good boy! He’s going to blame Hasunuma - then himself when he’s alone, if they get caught.

Hasunuma looked at Mitsuo’s face which was all red and Mitsuo looked at Hasunuma. Both were trying to be quiet as the conversation outside continued. It seems that a couple of guys also took a break in the male restroom and were having the time of their lives, not yet ready to leave.

Hasunuma knew that they weren’t going to get caught by these blokes, he has a sixth sense about these things. And if they do end up being caught, he’d just trick them or beat them up into silence or something. That’s why he was so relaxed while Mitsuo just looked like he was going to explode. His green eyes were filled with worry, blonde hair tousled, lips red and glossy because of their earlier use and cheeks flamed with embarrassment. Hasunuma’s eyes glowed with something akin to amusement and care and Mitsuo did not appreciate that, Hasunuma could tell from the fire that suddenly lit up in those green eyes of his. Really, Mitsuo is just so cute when he gets worked up like this. He brought his hand up to Mitsuo’s face and caressed on cheek with his knuckles, his lips grazing Mitsuo’s nose. He expected Mitsuo to push him away but was surprised when Mitsuo burrowed his face into Hasunuma’s neck, letting out a silent yet pent-up breath. They heard the fading voices and the footsteps and as soon as the door clicked closed, Mitsuo pulled away from him with a disapproving look on his face. Hasunuma just grinned back at him, missing already the quick nuzzle from the blonde.

“Are they gone?” Mitsuo asked, head peeping from the cubicle door. Seeing that the coast was clear, he went outside immediately and began arranging his hair and uniform to some order.

“Well, that was sort of unexpected.” Mitsuo glared at him, a What were you thinking look written all over his face. Hasunuma just grinned at him. “Anyway, you go ahead first. I’ll follow latelater.”

With that and uniform and hair all in place, Mitsuo walked out the door but and swallowed indignant cry as Hasunuma playfully smacked his backside as a goodbye. Thankfully, no one was at the corridors to hear him.

The smile on Hasunuma’s face didn’t leave when he looked at himself at the mirror. He looked like a happy man, he thought while arranging his uniform that Mitsuo had clutched in pleasure awhile ago. Of all the girls and a handful of guys (Mitsuo definitely beat him in that department, what with the guys now chasing him after the “revelation” on that fateful day) that were after him, it was Mitsuo – and a reluctant and clueless Mitsuo at that, managed to capture his interest. He really did care for Mitsuo a lot, and liked him even before the chick-ghost possessed him and that led to a “confession” that eventually led to this. These stolen moments of passion, moments when Mitsuo was putty in his hands and his feelings could be expressed physically. But Hasunuma wanted more. Not of the kissing and groping. It’s just that Mitsuo treated almost everyone the same way he treated Hasunuma, especially Ichi. Though he and Ichi were friends, there is still that fine line between them and that line is Mitsuo. Any person could see that Ichi liked Mitsuo a lot and though Hasunuma was confident, he knew that Ichi could mean a lot more to Mitsuo and whisk him away from him if that jerk just tried and let go of his homophobic tendencies. Thankfully, Ichi was still hiding in his own closet though every once in a while he would come out and take a peek at Mitsuo.

No “iloveyous” were exchanged between him and Mitsuo yet - but Hasunuma doubted that they needed that. There is just this nagging voice inside of him that wouldn’t let him go and that voice tells him that he needed to hear those words. Mitsuo allowed himself to be touched (though there’s always an internal battle going in that pretty head of his, Hasunuma could tell) and right now, it seems that it’s all Mitsuo can offer. No matter, he could wait. he he couldn’t wait forever. Somehow, he knew that Mitsuo knows that as well, based from the constant far-away looks that Mitsuo were having now. And there is this bond between them – a bond brought about by constant companionship, silent understanding and shared hardships that unconsciously allows Mitsuo to read Hasunuma and vice versa. In this bond, they don’t need psychic powers or chants or prayers – they just needed each other. And that’s that.

But 'that', is the only thing that they have right now, thought Hasunuma sadly, as he went out of the rest room and back to his class.

It’s time to stop thinking about such things.

Breaktime just ended.


AN: Next time, I promise there’ll be a plot. My ass is just hurting so much right now from too much sitting that I can’t think properly.