Comeback

Authors thrive on C&C and this author is no exception. Thanks in advance to those who take the time to comment.

Many thanks to Kinomi for beta-reading and helping me find a happy end to this story. (I’m sure Yuki and Shuichi appreciate it, too ^_~)


Comeback


“Ahhn! Yuki, you’re so rough!” Shuichi moaned in mock protest.

Down on all fours on the carpeted floor, Shuichi caught his lower lip in his teeth, stifling a moan as his lover pushed deep inside him. Yuki rolled his hips from behind Shuichi, thrusting against that aching sensitive spot deep inside him that yearned to be stroked. The singer’s elbows and thighs trembled as he struggled to hold himself upright against the onslaught of pleasure.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it,” Yuki growled hungrily. He gripped Shuichi’s voluptuous hips tightly in his hands and held his lover fast in place to push even deeper. Shuichi let out a throaty helpless moan at the sensation and Yuki flashed his white teeth in a cocky smile.

Yuki pulled out and Shuichi immediately looked over his shoulder with a pleading look in his eyes. “Don’t stop!” he whimpered.

“Like I could,” Yuki said with a predatory leer. He roughly flipped Shuichi onto his back, drawing a submissive cry of dismay from his lover.

Shuichi squirmed on his back, a delicious sight with a dark pink blush across his cheeks and his thighs parted wide. The rough carpeting below rasped the sensitive pale skin of Shuichi’s back and Yuki felt even more virile and passionate knowing that they couldn’t wait long enough to make it to the bedroom. Tonight, lust caught hold of them both in an instant and they fucked on the living room floor like animals.

Yuki put his hands on Shuichi’s knees, parting them wider. He leaned forward over his lover and thrust deeply between Shuichi’s splayed thighs with a groan.

Shuichi cried out in abandon and wrapped his slender arms behind Yuki’s back. Throwing his head back, he called out Yuki’s name long and loud, his voice jostled by the vigorous thrusts inside him.

But just as the tingle of oncoming orgasm formed in the back of Shuichi’s mind, Yuki’s whole body went suddenly rigid and perfectly still.

“Huh?” Shuichi looked up into his lover’s face to see Yuki’s eyes screwed shut and his mouth frozen in a grimace, his teeth tightly clenched. “What?!” Shuichi cried in dismay, “Are you coming already?”

Yuki continued to hold perfectly still, his body tense as a wire and his hard cock still buried deep inside Shuichi’s tightness. His expression remained taut and strained as if with climax, but he didn’t move. “Urk!” he groaned between his teeth.

“Come on!” Shuichi pouted. He writhed on the floor, his back rubbing against the scratchy carpet, and bucked his hips upward against Yuki invitingly.

Yuki cried out in pain. “I threw my back out, ya idiot!” he snapped.

Shuichi stopped, realization setting in. Well, they had been going at it pretty hard there, in different positions and on the unpadded floor no less. But still--! Shuichi had been so close to orgasm, it seemed cruelly unfair to stop now. Shuichi’s body throbbed and tensed around Yuki’s shaft, his cock aching painfully for release. Just another few seconds would have sent him over the edge…

“W-well what am I supposed to do?” Shuichi whimpered, trying to keep the selfish poutiness from his voice as best he could. He was sorely tempted to just thrust back against Yuki a few more times and finish himself off, but the look of agony carved into Yuki’s face made it obvious that was impossible.

“What are you going to do?” Yuki threw back hotly. “What am I going to do?” The irate look in his eye made it clear he was referring to his wrenched back, not an unclaimed orgasm. There was nothing quite like vision-blurring pain to make a person lose the mood.

Shuichi abandoned his hope of satisfaction and reluctantly disentangled himself from Yuki as carefully as he could without jostling him. For someone who talked tough, Yuki sure was being a baby about it, making muffled grunts of pain every time he was forced to move his back even slightly. After a few awkward minutes of grunting and straining, they both managed to get Yuki sitting on the couch. He sat stiffly upright at an awkward angle to accommodate his tweaked spine, a pillow behind his lower back for support.

Yuki sat there, naked and panting from exhaustion, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead. Shuichi thought he looked a little funny sitting like that, but he knew better than to laugh. Yuki’s expression was even more dark and cranky than usual.

Shuichi sat next to him, trying to think of something constructive to do instead of dwelling on how horny he was. The silence dragged on for a tense minute. “They say you’re supposed to stretch every day and it’ll avoid muscle strain,” he commented finally.

“Hell of a lot of good that does me now,” Yuki said darkly.

“And they say you’re less likely to get hurt if you’re in good shape. That’s why you should work out with me,” Shuichi said. Yuki fixed Shuichi with an icy glare, but Shuichi ignored it. “That’s why I go jogging at least five kilometers every day,” he continued proudly. He didn’t get his toned rock star body from nowhere, after all.

“Kid,” Yuki said, “When my back is better again, you’d BETTER start running.”

Shuichi just giggled at the empty threat and poked his tongue out at Yuki playfully.

“How about you make yourself useful and bring me a robe?” Yuki sighed wearily.

“Awww,” Shuichi said in disappointment. It was bad enough he was cheated from a happy ending to their sex, but now he didn’t even get to enjoy Yuki’s nakedness? “That would be like… covering a natural treasure,” he sulked, drawing an affectionate fingertip down Yuki’s softening erection.

Yuki quirked an eyebrow in irritation. “Well, I can’t freaking move right now, so I feel more like a fossil. Get my robe already.”

“Hmph!” Shuichi sniffed primly, “You don’t need to be so defensive about it, Mr. Fossil.” He pulled his boxer shorts back on and reluctantly went to the bedroom and brought back Yuki’s black silk robe and covered him with it.

Shuichi waited for further suggestions, but Yuki just sat there with his eyes closed. “What do we do now?” Shuichi asked. “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

“No.”

“Call Mika? …Tohma?”

“NO!”

Shuichi pouted. “Well, what should I do, then?”

“A moment’s peace would be nice,” Yuki suggested. It was a familiar phrase in that house.

“I know!” Shuichi said, struck by sudden inspiration. “Do you want me to feed you?”

Yuki sighed. “It’s my back that hurts, not my arms,” he said in annoyance. “I don’t need your help. Just leave me alone.”

Shuichi fell silent and Yuki reached for his cooling mug of coffee that sat on the low end table nearby since before their sex session. Unable to move his back, his fingers swam helplessly in the air, falling just short of the cup.

“Need some heeeelp?” Shuichi chuckled, a naughty smile on his face. Yuki’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and irritation. He was keenly aware of the irony of the situation, having just declared he didn’t need assistance.

Yuki stubbornly said nothing and didn’t ask for help, but Shuichi set the mug into his boyfriend’s hands. “Oh! I know!” Shuichi said as Yuki took a sip. “I’ll bring you some aspirin!”

“How about a beer to wash it down, too?” Yuki suggested.

“No,” Shuichi said with a stern and motherly frown. “Mixing medicine and alcohol is bad for your health.”

“No, what’s bad for your health is disobeying me,” Yuki said grimly, “You’ll catch a cold.”

Shuichi blinked at him, confused. “A cold?”

“Yeah,” Yuki said, “After I make you sleep on the porch for giving me such a hard time!”

Shuichi laughed. He was used to Yuki’s coarse threats as an obscure sign of affection. “I know you love it when I take care of you,” Shuichi said, “You just don’t wanna admit it!” He winked at Yuki before disappearing into the bathroom to find some medicine. Yuki didn’t disagree and swallowed the pills Shuichi brought back without comment.

“You know what else is a good pain-killer?” Shuichi asked.

Yuki rubbed his face with the palm of his hand. He looked frustrated, unused to being a captive audience for Shuichi’s attention for so long. “What’s that?” he asked, wearily as if afraid to ask.

“Ice cream!” Shuichi said. He shuffled barefoot into the kitchen and pulled out the tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream from inside.

“Now you’re just making things up,” Yuki said, still frozen on the couch.

“Nuh-uh!” Shuichi replied. He ran his index finger down the list of the ingredients until he found one he didn’t recognize. “Yeah, it’s the, uhh, ‘lecithin’ that makes it possible,” he said. He tried to sound confident and scientific, even as he pronounced the word wrong.

Even from across the room, Shuichi saw the corner of Yuki’s mouth quirk upward in a slight smile. “Hnn. All right, bring me a little,” he said. Shuichi dug out a scoop of ice cream and returned to the couch with a dish and spoon in hand.

“Okay, Yuki,” Shuichi said, settling on the cushion next to Yuki. He held out a spoon full of ice cream toward Yuki’s lips like a parent feeding a child. “Aaaahn,” he said, opening his mouth to demonstrate for his lover to do the same.

Rather than complain or remind Shuichi that his arms worked fine, Yuki obediently took the bite of ice cream. For the next few minutes, the only sound was the clink of the spoon against the dish. Shuichi lovingly fed his partner, occasionally taking a bite for himself until the bowl was empty. Shuichi set the dish aside and sighed, feeling only marginally satisfied and settled back on the couch next to Yuki.

“…It still smells like sex in here,” he commented after a moment of silence.

The scent of sweat and musk mingled with the sweet smell of lubricant and hung heavy in the air. “Yeah,” Yuki said. There was an edge of wistfulness to his voice.

“Do you think we could--?” Shuichi began in a seductive voice.

“I said I can’t move, all right?” Yuki said, defensive and prickly again.

Shuichi nodded sadly. “Well, we should probably get you into bed, so you can get some rest,” he said. “It would be better for your back to lie down anyway. Do you think you can make it that far?”

Yuki glanced toward the hall that led to the bedroom. “Yeah.”

Awkwardly, Shuichi helped Yuki off the couch. Moving slowly and stiffly as a frail old man, Yuki leaned on Shuichi for support as they made their way towards the bedroom. Something about it made Shuichi blush with happiness. The feel of Yuki’s weight leaning heavily on his shoulders, relying on him, made Shuichi feel like a soldier heroically carrying a wounded comrade to safety.

Yuki exhaled a hissing breath of pain as Shuichi lowered him back onto the bed. Once he was lying flat on his back, his expression eased and he sighed in relief.

Shuichi smiled down at him. “I’ll tuck you in.”

“Wish I could take a shower first,” Yuki said, scratching his fingers through his hair.

“Can I give you a sponge bath?” Shuichi offered eagerly.

Yuki looked surprised for a moment; it was an idea that had not occurred to him. “That… sounds pretty nice,” he said.

A mischievous feline grin spread across Shuichi’s face. “I’ll be right back,” he said, hustling towards the bathroom. He returned a couple minutes later with a fluffy towel around his neck and a basin of warm water tucked in the crook of his arm. In his other hand, he clutched a sponge and a bar of Yuki’s favorite soap. “Here we go!” he said brightly.

Yuki tried to lift his head to watch, but grunted in pain and let his head fall back on the pillow. “Shhhh,” Shuichi soothed, putting his palm flat on Yuki’s chest. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”

Shuichi lathered the soft wet sponge with soap until it was sudsy and released the pleasant scent of sandalwood. He’d decided long ago that life was too short to skimp on the simple pleasures. He always purchased fragrant handmade soaps and even got Yuki into doing the same.

Tenderly, Shuichi began to bathe his lover, running the soft sponge across his chest and shoulders, holding the towel low against Yuki’s sides to catch any drips from falling onto the sheets. Yuki closed his eyes with the silent contentment of a cat enjoying a good stroking.

Shuichi washed his way down Yuki’s belly and to the tempting parts below. He sniffled against an impending nosebleed and pressed his lips together in growing arousal. It was a rare opportunity to observe Yuki up close like this…

He lovingly stroked the sponge along Yuki’s flaccid cock, and it stirred to life in response. The squelching noise the sponge made against Yuki’s body made Shuichi ache with arousal. He continued to wash, rubbing upwards toward the tip until Yuki’s cock was covered in suds and stood fiercely erect against his belly.

Shuichi dipped the sponge back into the basin to rinse it, then squeezed most of the water out. Even the dribbling sound of the water that trickled from the sponge back into the basin excited him. His breath came quicker on his lips as he rinsed the soap clean from Yuki’s body.

Shuichi dabbed his lover dry with the towel and noticed Yuki digging his fingertips into the mattress with pent-up desire. The rise and fall of his chest quickened with lust.

Shuichi set the sponge and water basin aside. Dipping his head low, Shuichi lay an affectionate kiss on the ridge just below the head on Yuki’s shaft and his erection bucked upwards in response. A muted groan of desire trailed from Yuki’s throat.

“Do you like that?” Shuichi asked softly. “Should I clean you again, Yuki?”

Extending his tongue slightly, Shuichi took his lover’s shaft in his mouth, closing his lips around him in a moist seal and slid downward. A shiver ran down Yuki’s chest and his hips moved upward slightly as if straining to thrust deeper into Shuichi’s mouth, but then Yuki winced and lay still again. His backache still didn’t allow him to move.

Shuichi slid his hand across the mattress until he found Yuki’s fingers clenching in the sheets and interlaced them with his own. With his other hand, Shuichi curled his first three fingers into a ring around the base of Yuki’s erection. He bobbed and sucked on Yuki’s shaft until it glistened, slick with saliva, and then he stroked his fingers along Yuki’s cock in time with his sucking mouth.

Lying back, Yuki panted and strained. He was obviously frustrated, used to being in control of the action, now helpless to move. He slid the fingers of his free hand into Shuichi’s hair, gripping a tight fistful and gently guiding the pace of the sweet torment of those sucking lips.

Shuichi’s tongue stroked and slid against the underside of Yuki’s shaft, rubbing the top of his head against the soft palate on the roof of his mouth with teasing friction. Yuki groaned with desire until he couldn’t hold back any longer and spent himself in Shuichi’s mouth in long forceful bursts. Shuichi took Yuki’s shaft as deep into his throat as he could manage, shivering as he felt Yuki throbbing out his climax on his tongue.

He hungrily gulped all he could, but the cock in his mouth made it difficult to swallow and as Shuichi withdrew, a silvery strand connected Shuichi’s lip to the tip of Yuki’s erection. Shuichi wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist and gasped a satisfied sigh like someone who had just chugged a glass of water.

Still reclining flat on his back, Yuki looked visibly more relaxed. It looked like he still couldn’t move his back, but his limbs on the mattress were limp and his face wore the angelic look of post-orgasmic sweetness that Shuichi usually only saw while Yuki was asleep.

“Mmm, yummy,” Shuichi said playfully. He crawled up the bed on his hands and knees and parted his lips against Yuki’s mouth for a deep kiss. The taste of Yuki’s cum coated his mouth, but Yuki did not pull away. Instead, he kissed Shuichi deeper, exploring his lover’s mouth with his own probing tongue and savoring the bitter saltiness there.

When the kiss ended, Yuki looked up into his lover’s face with a serious look in his green eyes. “I don’t think I can… return the favor like this,” he said grimly, gesturing down at his immobilized body.

Shuichi gave a seductive chuckle and pushed his underwear down below his hips, setting the hard rod of his erection bouncing free. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I thought of that, too.”

Shuichi slid a hand down his own flat belly and took his hardness in hand, giving it a few smooth strokes. “I thought maybe I could put on a little show for you… If you’d like to watch, that is.” He turned his temptress’s gaze to meet Yuki’s eyes. “No guarantee you won’t need another bath when it’s over, though.” He continued to stroke himself, kneeling upright beside Yuki’s chest.

A lewd smile spread across Yuki’s face, and Shuichi flashed a naughty grin back. In right (depraved!) company, even an injured back could be a blessing in disguise.