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Caught off Guard	By : psyca Category: +G to L > Hana-Kimi Views: 2521 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Caught off Guard
- 1
Umeda slouched against the wall of the old elevator, wrinkling his nose slightly at the vage oily smell emanating from all sides. The damned thing was slowly chugging up to the tenth floor, seeming to think at each passing stop.

‘It should be a crime for such contraptions to still be in use. Never mind the ‘passing’ inspection certificate on the wall.’

He sighed, resisting the urge to run a hand through reddish hair, instead keeping hands stuffed into the pockets of his mandarin-collar coat. He shifted his shoulders slightly as he impatiently watched the floor lights ascend, moving the strap of his messenger bag to a more comfortable spot.

The elevator ground to a halt on the 8^th floor, doors rattling open to nothing. After an eternity, it closed again and resumed its weary progress with a groan.

Umeda dropped his head back against the fake paneling with a sigh.

This was not his day.

It was a reading day at Ohsaka High. When the students were off ‘studying,’ and instructors got a day to do class prep, or go play tennis, or, god forbid, sleep. He was looking forward to an extra day of rest, especially since almost every idiot on a sports team decided to injure themselves lately.

But no, the principal had to ‘suggest’ that it would help the school’s prestige if the school doctor wrote a medical essay for the next newsletter. The hard glint in the man’s eye precluded refusal, or a half-assed job. So, his precious day off turned into a research day at the university library.

If he was lucky, he’d find what he was looking for quickly and could get this damned thing done before his night out. At least he had a date who wouldn’t cancel.

The doors shuddered open again, freeing him from the elevator’s industrial confines. He stepped out with a few long strides, gratefully taking in the scent of countless pages of paper.

There was a bit of charm about going up to the bookstacks. It was quiet, secluded, and had just a hint of illicit thrill at being so alone in a public place. Umeda far preferred doing his research online through numerous medical databases, but contrary to popular belief, not everything existed on the internet. The sports medicine proceedings he was looking for were just such an item.

Umeda lost himself for a moment, listening to the creak of his boots on the concrete floors. It had been years since he had to come here. Tenth floor, medical section, a very familiar spot during his college days. A place to find some momentary quiet as well as to conduct his research, all in one convenient location.

He passed a bored-looking, not unattractive man seated at a central desk, a little nametag on his shirt reading ‘floor monitor.’

At least someone’s day was worse than his.

His feet led him to his spot in the far back corner of the stacks. A little alcove was carved out of the brick here, a couple small tables and reasonably comfortable chairs pressed up against either side of a floor to ceiling window. The view of the campus was very nice, allowing the viewer to feel a bit removed from the rest of the world.

Umeda placed his bag down on one of the tables and unzipped his coat, letting it drape over the chair. He stretched, body one long line upwards, letting the edge of his snug red t-shirt ride up over the belt of his well-fitting black jeans. He’d spent so much time in this secluded nook, it was easy to relax a little.

A shake of his head brought him out of his vague nostalgia.

“Time to get to work and get out of here,” he muttered to himself.

Tracing his way through the stacks with the call number of the proceedings in mind, he finally found the volume. He leaned casually against the shelf behind him, scanning the pages for the article he was looking for. He read for a while, making sure the article had what he needed. A glance at the shelf revealed a few more items that were of interest. Tucking the proceedings under his arm, he browsed through a few more items. It wasn’t every day he came down here after all.

After a long stretch of reading, Umeda flipped the last book closed and replaced it on the shelf. Gathering the three he needed in one arm, he ambled back towards his sheltered nook.

An odd sound brought him up short. Slowing his approach and glancing between the open shelves, a bit of indignant horror flashed through him.

The formerly bored floor monitor had a very eager armful of barely-dressed woman in his arms. The hand underneath her shirt seemed to be aiming to further that state. He clearly heard the groans and murmured exchange of words in the quiet of the floor.

“Someone might come. . .”

God, she sounded as vapid as she looked.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be found here.”

At least the guy wasn’t bad to look at. But they were violating his space. Didn’t they see his bag?

Irritation finally overrode the horror holding his tongue. He drew himself up to full height, ready to walk around the shelves and unleash the terror that was Dr. Umeda.

A strong arm snaked around his waist, another around his shoulders. A large hand gripped his chin firmly as he was pulled back against a firm chest. Before he could call out his alarm, a hot breath brought a familiar voice to his ear.

“Let’s not spoil the show.”

There was no mistaking the dark velvety tones.

Kijima Ryoichi.

Umeda’s heart thundered in his chest, momentarily transported back to the night Ryoichi held him in the same firm embrace to elude the R.A.s. The hand on his chin loosened to stroke down his neck, scattering his thoughts further.

“What. . .how did you. . .” he managed to grind out in a whisper.

Ryoichi’s voice brushed over his ear again, almost inaudible over the moans of the couple at the window.

“I saw you get on the elevator. Figured you’d come to your favorite spot.” The upper hand drifted across his collarbone, holding him more securely. “Now hush, and enjoy.”

Umeda’s hot retort was cut off as that warm breath ghosted down his neck, accompanied by random nips on the sensitive skin. A loud groan from the couple brought his gaze to the fore.

The man had turned the woman around to face the windows, her top bare and her skirt pushed up around her waist. One of his hands was gripping a small breast, the other pushing down his pants. The woman did nothing for him, but at the guy had a nice ass.

Ryoichi’s upper hand moved down further, brushing sensually across one nipple. Umeda arched a little in his hold, clenching his teeth in an attempt to remain quiet as his captor continued to stroke strong fingers across his sensitive chest.

“Now, please,” the woman moaned lowly.

The man thrust into her, ass clenching as he pressed himself into her heat. The woman groaned lowly while her hands fisted against the smooth glass. The man shifted his hand on her breast down lower, no doubt caressing her folds.

Their combined low moans sent shivers of sensation over Umeda. That coupled with Ryoichi’s upper hand on his chest and lower one splaying down onto his thigh were making his jeans very uncomfortable.

The man continued to piston inside her, and Ryoichi continued his teasing but firm touches on his clothed body, soft lips now gently sucking on his neck. Umeda nearly lost it when that torturous hand raked up his thigh, almost but not quite brushing the erection trapped close by.

All too soon, the man grunted out his release, the woman sighing as her back arched. Ryoichi’s hands stilled where they were, Umeda strung like a live wire underneath his hold. They remained frozen like that, Umeda’s thundering heart seeming too loud in the resulting stillness. The smell of dust and books returned to tease the senses.

The couple stumbled off away from the two, the woman giggling under the man’s arm. Ryoichi didn’t move until they had disappeared around the far end of the shelves.

“Mm, too bad. Not enough stamina.”

Umeda stumbled a little as strong arms released him, biting back a moan at the feel of those hands leaving his sensitized skin. One hand gripped the shelf beside him, turning to level a heated stare mixed with lust and anger.

“What the hell, Kijima,” he ground out. How could anyone look so damn good in jeans and a leather jacket. Even the round purple sunglasses highlighted the intensity of his gaze.

That infuriating smirk spread across Kijima’s face, and he drew fingers down Umeda’s bracing arm. Umeda tried to suppress the resulting shiver.

“The situation was too tempting to resist. Besides, I was going to ask you out tonight.” He leaned forward, breath caressing Umeda’s ear once more, hand tracing up his thigh to tease the edge of Umeda’s erection with one finger. “Now you have a good reason to show up.”

The smirk widened as Umeda struggled to stay still, to salvage some of his wounded pride.

“See you at the usual place.”

With that, he turned on a heel and left. Umeda glared after his retreating back, frustrated on too many levels to count.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself up and shifted the persistent bulge in his pants to a more comfortable position. A few breaths willed the nerves along his body to calm. He walked somewhat awkwardly to his things, wrinkling his nose at the musky smell of sex that now permeated his sanctuary. Perhaps he could do his work down in the massive reading room instead.

Shouldering his bag, he made his way back through the rows of books, heading for the stairs.

He wondered if he should cancel his original date. Kijima would most likely love to toy with him again. Maybe he’d keep it, just to take the edge off.

Bastard. Leave it to Kijima to make a bad day even more frustrating.
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