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Adult +
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2
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Prelude to the Answer
Prelude to the Answer
Author’s Note:
This isn’t really a sequel to “Just One Minute.” More like a bridge between it and the true sequel, “The Answer to the Question.” This was meant to be a standalone one shot but I ended up connecting it to JOM and the sequel, so there it is. Really, I just wanted to get Ginji wet and have him play with lightning. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one…
*** ***
Deep thunder rolled across the night sky. Any minute now rain would come pouring down just as it had all week. Ban tossed in his sleep restlessly. In the back of his mind he could hear the weather intruding on his dreams, threatening to wake him and he was desperately trying to ignore it.
Beside him Ginji lay awake. Since the “incident” with the car, he hadn’t slept well. Now that their car was out of commission for an undetermined amount of time, work was on hiatus until they could figure out what to do—or get a job they could get to on the bus! Until then, their money situation had done the unbelievable—it had gotten even worse! With no money and no car, hence no place to sleep, they’d had to dredge the bottom of several park fountains to get enough cash for a cheap motel room to hole up in and a few rice balls to put in their empty stomachs. Ban, who hadn’t mentioned the “incident” or the “car” or anything else to him lately, had taken to not speaking to him at all, making Ginji feel awful. Awful about what had happened. Awful that Ban wasn’t speaking to him. Awful period.
He lay there in the dark early hours of the morning listening to the coming storm. He was sad, he was lonely and it seemed that the weather lately had been mirroring his own cloudy thoughts and emotions. He loved Ban. He didn’t know when or where Love had replaced Friendship, but it had. Ban was still his family. Ban was still his friend. But now that the “incident” had occurred, he was pretty sure that not only did Ban NOT love him in return, but that Ban really couldn’t stand him right now even as just family or friend, what with him causing Lady Bug to literally explode like he did.
*It’s not my fault!* Ginji thought miserably to himself. *Ban was just there all of a sudden looking at me like that and I thought, finally, maybe there was a chance that he wanted me. I was so happy to be with him, but now that he’s had his way with me, he hasn’t said another word to me.*
Ginji sadly thought about how Ban had treated him ever since. *He doesn’t love me.*
Feeling stupid and hurt, Ginji tried to force his tears to stay where they were. They fell anyway. Ginji covered his eyes and feeling the tears slide beneath his fingers anyway, added feeling helpless to stupid and used.
Thunder rumbled again, this time directly overhead. It wouldn’t be long now…
Ginji sat up and wiped his eyes. Thinking about the coming storm, he carefully got out of bed so as to not disturb his sleeping partner, dressed and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
When the door clicked shut, Ban opened his eyes.
*** ***
Their cheap motel, which was so cheap that it didn’t have a name, was an unattractive square of cylinder blocks that formed two floors of non descript rooms around an empty, dirty pool which held, instead of water, a child’s broken tricycle. The whole place reeked of despair. It was the kind of place you went when you’ve fucked up all other possible avenues, including jail. The one thing that could possibly be called upon to brighten the bleak atmosphere (mostly just because it was less bleak than its surroundings) was a small fenced in courtyard that held some grass, something that used to be a tree and a pitiful attempt at flowers.
Their room, which was situated off the courtyard, was the only room on that side of the motel that had a view and easy access to the courtyard. Ginji should know. Ban had spent the better part of the day sitting in their room’s one chair, just staring out at it, not speaking to him.
It was there on the far side of the courtyard that Ginji found himself, standing alone, in the dark early hours of the morning, with a thunderstorm just overhead and rapidly approaching.
He stood there feeling the rush of moisture-heavy breeze ruffle through his clothes and his hair. It felt good on his skin as it cooled the warm air around him. He closed his eyes and savored the breeze, wishing it could blow away all of his troubles…his money troubles, his car troubles and in particular, his broken heart troubles.
Ginji stretched in that breeze, letting it soothe him and when another rumble of thunder shook the ground, he opened his sad eyes to the cloud-heavy sky and began searching.
*** ***
Ban sighed. This was turning out to be a truly fucked up week. He was broke. He was starving. His car had been the victim of a hit and run bolt of orgasmic lightning and now his partner was mad as hell at him for using the Jagan on him. Not just using it on him but abusing the privilege, using it for his own twisted desires.
*It wasn’t like that,* Ban thought to himself. *It just…got away from me. He looked so…I wanted…it was just--* even his thoughts faltered. He’d had all week to think about what had precipitated the “incident.” What did it all mean? He had seriously desired Ginji that afternoon.
At first he’d blamed it on his involuntary hunger strike, figuring that his mental status had been damaged by the serious lack of solid nutrients he’d been suffering. However, even that explanation didn’t go far. He’d imagined himself doing all sorts of delectable things to his partner’s body that had had fuck all to do with food, then BAM, just like that, the Eye took over and made it happen for him. What did it mean? Did he love Ginji? Ginji was his family. Ginji was his friend. Ginji was his partner, that was all. Then why did Ginji’s being so mad at him make him feel so bad?
Another rumble of thunder shook the room. In the darkness, Ban got up and sat in the chair. Why did he feel so bad?
*** ***
Ginji held his hand aloft in the darkness. An arc and a spark illuminated his gloved palm. Blue glowing electricity pulsed in and around his hand and formed a small ball. He held it over his head and sent it spiraling high into the air, stretching it into a solid rod, waiting to be hit. He watched carefully. The bolt had to be just the right size…not too small—that would be ineffective and not too large—that would be TOO effective. As bad as his week was going, he didn’t want to catch a nasty case of DEAD on top of everything else. He waited. A few seconds later, his wish was granted as lightning from the sky licked the tip of the rod sending a streak of electricity flying down it, white hot, mixing and mingling with the blue to land on Ginji’s body.
*** ***
A sharp flash just outside the window cut through Ban’s brooding and caught his attention. Scooting the chair closer to the window, he poked a finger into the dirty, cracked blinds and peeked through.
Through intermittent sparks of illumination, Ban made out Ginji, standing directly beneath a rod of lightning that was racing downward toward his friend, who was standing there, looking up at it, waiting for it, reaching for it.
“What the hell?” The lightning hit him with explosive force and he watched as Ginji threw his head back and…
*** ***
…gasped with the sensation. Panting, he felt his body grow hot and tingly with the electricity playing over his body like a curious child. It felt him and surrounded him, probed him and flowed over him. Breathing heavily he gathered his will, brought down the attraction rod and used it as a harness to rein in the wild electricity it had caught for him. The two energies mixed and merged into a sizzling bluish white snake of light that moved with an almost animal intelligence.
Ginji let it roam over his body, reveling in the skin prickling feeling it was giving him. It felt good. Warm and hot at the same time, fuzzy and sharp at the same time. It made the hair on his body stand up and spark at the tips and it took his breath away. He let it feel him like a lover; going where it wanted, and soon, he began directing it like a lover, making it go where he wanted.
*** ***
Ban pulled the chair closer. He pushed his glasses up and watched his friend writhing and moving with the lightning as it played over him, around him and behind him. It touched him everywhere, his face, his arms, his chest, his thighs…it held him captive like a possessive partner, tempting him with static whispers, seducing him with electric love…
*** ***
Ginji gathered his will again and drew the lightning into a single rigid line. He grabbed an end and willing it to be flexible, rolled it like a sensual whip around his body. Coiling it around and around--around his eyes like a blindfold, around his neck like a choker, around his shoulders like a rope, around his middle like an obi, around his legs like a binding chain--he let the end go and the coils broke up into glowing hot circles, creating rings that slid up and down him, intersecting each other, passing over, and under and through one another, generating heat, throwing off light and burning his skin with hot sensation wherever they touched. They made everything on his body stand at attention as they passed. Everything…
*** ***
“Holy Shit!” Ban’s mouth dropped open. The bright rings enveloping Ginji threw off light that lit the small courtyard with eerie incandescence. They caressed his partner like electric hands, gliding over him, embracing him, touching him everywhere. A ring slid up to Ginji’s neck and froze there like a large collar, illuminating his face, allowing Ban to see dark, heavy-lidded eyes and parted, moist lips. Even in the half dark of the courtyard, Ban could see his friend’s obvious arousal. He could almost feel the sizzling hum of the electricity. He could almost hear the panting of Ginji’s quickened breath. He could almost smell the electric sex in the air.
His own breath quickened and he felt a familiar pull. He moaned out loud and shifted to accommodate his own arousal, the movement adding friction to his already heated erection. It forced him to moan again and slowly, he began to give himself the attention he was craving while he continued to watch…
*** ***
A small movement from the window caught Ginji’s attention. Though the blinds to their room were still closed, he caught the unmistakable movement of someone watching subtly behind them in the electric light. Lightning flashed and confirmed it. Ban was watching him! Excitement coursed through his veins even as the lightning coursed over his body. The air around him suddenly crackled as the static tension jumped in response to his elation.
*** ***
Ban watched his friend throw off a sudden shower of sparks and the air around him seem to come alive with a halo of power. The ring of current pulsed outward from Ginji and hit and passed through the window with an audible thump. Ban felt the hairs on his own head and arms tingle with greeting.
*Jesus! What was he doing to himself?* thought Ban. *And me,* he added even as he closed his eyes and moved with the current, letting it wash over him like a tingly wave.
Ahh…ssss….he breathed heavily, unable to stop the moan the current drew from him. He felt himself through the fabric of his pants and massaged the hardness there.
Behind him the cracked lamps on the nightstands, which stood on both sides of the bed, rapidly began flickering on and off as if the bulbs were desperately trying to maintain their connection. As they twittered off, an old clock radio beside one of the lamps, turned itself on filling the air with snowy static, drowning out his own whimpers, making Ban realize just how loud his breathing had become. The radio dial spun wildly across the bands, weaving in an out of programs and music, causing a mishmash of sounds before finally settling on a station that came in loud and clear. A lush, seductive beat accompanied by the staccato plucking of sensual stringed instruments filled the room along with a woman’s husky vocals…
…don’t need no paper,
…don’t need no pencils,
...don’t need no love letters
…cuz I just want to get along with you…
*** ***
Ban was watching him and that knowledge added to Ginji’s already visually obvious excitement. He deliberately faced the window, opened his mouth and slowly ejected his tongue. The electric collar that had settled around his neck melted into a pulsating pool at the base of his throat. It then slithered its way up Ginji’s chin and gathered itself into a puddle on his tongue. One by one, each ring followed—hugging its way up Ginji’s body, gathering into a flickering pool at the base of his throat, then winding its way up his chin to melt with its brethren on his flat, wet tongue.
Soon his tongue was coated in a writhing puddle of electric cum which, unable to hold itself together, dripped in fat, glowing drops down his chin and onto his chest, eating away holes in his shirt with smoking determination. Ginji dropped to his knees and leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and allowed the lightning to continue to dribble from his mouth like he’d just been on the receiving end of some storm god’s electrifying orgasm.
*** ***
…Try me…
…cuz I’d be…
…the one that makes you happy…
…But the part that I don’t get is…
The effect was intensely erotic. Ban looked at his partner, covered in shimmering high voltage ejaculation and felt his erection burning him.
“Oh my fucking god.” He panted.
Suddenly the sky finally broke open and it began to rain.
*** ***
...Why me?
…You deny me,
…Now I’m forced to roam this planet sadly,
…Lonely…
Outside, the prelude to the deluge began. Big, wet drops of rain fell on Ginji, each erupting into hissing steam wherever they made contact. His body was hot. His nerves were wired. His sense of touch was on fire. The lightning play had made him super sensitive and each time a drop of rain made contact, it felt to him like a miniature bell had been rung over his body, causing his hair, his skin, his very cells to vibrate like a masterfully played instrument. He moved and rocked with each note, panting and running his hands over arms.
The steam rolled over his body like a misty wraith and cast shadows, reflecting the sparks of electricity that dotted his smooth chest, sparks which could now be clearly seen through the tattered remains of his shirt. His hair, heavy and drooping, fell over his eyes. His skin, flushed with moisture, his own and heaven’s, rippled and rolled with marching dots of electricity that coalesced and danced with one another, breaking apart, fusing together, dripping in small trickles and thick streams, all headed in one direction—south.
*** ***
…You took my heartbeat from me…
…This is the saddest story…
…What was wrong with my love?…
Ban undid his pants and freed himself from the restrictions of his underwear. Breathing heavily, he began pumping himself in time with the seductive beats of music playing on the radio, watching the object of his desire pant and moan in the steaming rain while lightning ran in drips and streams into the waistband of Ginji’s shorts.
…You took my heartbeat from me…
…Why did our love do poorly…
*** ***
…Whatever it was, I just want to get along with you…
Ginji sat kneeling on the ground and began thrusting into the air; feeling the electricity knead his flesh with heated fingers, running tingles and tremors up and down his hardness. His eyes fluttered. His breathing stuttered. He let the lightning move him, control him…fuck him.
He liked it…
*** ***
Ban watched from inside as the last of the glowing ribbons crawled their way down Ginji’s shorts. His partner threw back his head and began gyrating wildly. His chest heaved in hard, shuddering gasps while he tried to catch his breath. Ban could see his partner’s teeth clenched as he clutched at the ground with both hands and endured the erotic torture of masturbating with lightning. Inside the room, he moved with Ginji, thrust for thrust; matching his speed, matching his intensity, and matching his hard breathing. Stroke for lightning fueled stroke, he fucked Ginji through both the window and the rain and felt his own building electricity grab him and throw him against the cumming edge.
“Uhh…nnnn…pant, pant…god…” Ban couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to stop himself.
*** ***
…Don’t need no car…
…Don’t need no truck…
Ginji was going to cum. There was no way to stop it. Within his shorts, he felt the electricity increase its pulses, licking him up and down from back to front, singeing the cotton of shorts, melting the zipper teeth and causing the buttons covering his fly to heat up to molten hot and glow red like coals against the darkness. The harder he breathed, the faster the lightning played. The faster the lightning played…
*** ***
…Don’t need no vehicles…
…Cuz I just want to get along with you…
…the faster Ban handled himself. He looked through the blinds and saw Ginji look up straight at him. Even though he knew Ginji couldn’t see him, he could almost feel the two of them locking eyes, crossing the plaster and glass and rain and space that separated them, forcing them together, up close and personal. The shock of that separated intimacy took his breath away and he lost control. He stroked himself fast and hard, his hand slipping and sliding on the clear, hot liquids already thickly coating his almost painfully tight erection.
“Hahh…hahhh…” he began to shudder…
Hahh….OH…” he began to shake…..
“UHHH….GINJI!!!!” Ban threw back his head and shot hot jets of cum through the air and over his hands. He shook and trembled when he came, his body stuttering as hard as his breath.
*** ***
…You took my heartbeat from me…
…This is the saddest story…
Ginji threw his head back.
“BAN, BAN…..AHHHHH!” He squeezed his eyes shut at the last minute, holding on to Ban’s optical embrace through the dark window as long as he could. He shook violently as he came inside his shorts, shooting steaming shots of electricity which burned holes through the fabric and caused the red hot buttons to eject themselves from his shorts and fly off on their own accord, streaking through the open air straight at the window like tiny hissing missiles.
Ban, seeing them coming, ducked just in time as they hit the window with sharp cracks, exploding on impact like small fireworks.
Still breathless from his own explosion, he lay on the floor with his hands over his head for protection.
*That’s it,* he thought. *As soon as we get some money, I’m buying that boy some drawstring pants!*
He got up slowly and peeked through the window.
Ginji kneeled motionlessly in the rain as his breathing returned to normal and the last of the captured electricity slowly drained to the ground; mixing with his cum and illuminating the streaks of it as it went.
Ginji opened his eyes slowly and wiped the last of his electric mix from his leg. He stood and still feeling the last courses of lightning trickling through his blood, he walked in a sated, trance-like state out of the courtyard…
…What was wrong with my love?…
*** ***
“Shit! He’s coming back!” Ban leapt from the floor and knocked the small table beside the chair over…
…You took my heartbeat from me…
…Should have just stabbed it for me…
*** ***
Ginji walked slowly around the side of the building and past the dirty, empty pool with the broken tricycle…
…Why me?…
*** ***
…You deny me…
Ban righted the table and then on his dash for the bathroom, knocked the chair over. “Shit, shit, shit!!!”
*** ***
Barely aware of his surroundings, Ginji walked down the covered corridor of the first floor passing the outside lights of the vacant room doors, causing them one by one to stutter on at his approach and stutter off as he passed. They lit his path back to the room…
…Now I’m forced to roam this planet sadly…
*** ***
…Lonely…
Ban threw the chair beside the table and ran to the bathroom. He grabbed one of the motel’s thin wash cloths and quickly wiped away all traces of voyeuristic evidence…
*** ***
Ginji paused before their room door leaving a puddle of faintly sparkling water at his feet…
…From ashes to dust,
….I just want to get along with you…
*** ***
Finishing, Ban made a running leap into bed, smacked the radio off and covered himself up as…
Ginji opened the door quietly and closed it gently behind him. The bathroom light stuttered on by itself as he walked in, and took off his wet shoes and vest. He wiped himself clean and dry.
Letting the towel drop to the floor, he crossed the small space to the bed and carefully got in. His nightstand lamp flickered on.
He looked over at Ban who was in the same position as when he’d left—on his side with his back to him. Ginji watched the deep, even breathing of his partner.
“Ban-chan…are you awake?” he whispered after a moment.
Ban didn’t stir.
Ginji waited. Not getting a response, his head sagged with sadness and he lay on his side, with his back to his partner.
Silence….
Then Ginji sighed.
“I like it when you watch, Ban-chan.”
The nightstand and bathroom lights stuttered off and Ginji closed his eyes.
Ban’s eyes flew open.
End.
Author’s Note:
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
The song used is called “Get Along With You.” By Kelis. It can be found on her “Kaleidoscope” album and I don’t own it in any way shape or form. For more information on this and other stories, please visit my LiveJournal page at http://asrella.livejournal.com/.
Author’s Note:
This isn’t really a sequel to “Just One Minute.” More like a bridge between it and the true sequel, “The Answer to the Question.” This was meant to be a standalone one shot but I ended up connecting it to JOM and the sequel, so there it is. Really, I just wanted to get Ginji wet and have him play with lightning. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one…
*** ***
Deep thunder rolled across the night sky. Any minute now rain would come pouring down just as it had all week. Ban tossed in his sleep restlessly. In the back of his mind he could hear the weather intruding on his dreams, threatening to wake him and he was desperately trying to ignore it.
Beside him Ginji lay awake. Since the “incident” with the car, he hadn’t slept well. Now that their car was out of commission for an undetermined amount of time, work was on hiatus until they could figure out what to do—or get a job they could get to on the bus! Until then, their money situation had done the unbelievable—it had gotten even worse! With no money and no car, hence no place to sleep, they’d had to dredge the bottom of several park fountains to get enough cash for a cheap motel room to hole up in and a few rice balls to put in their empty stomachs. Ban, who hadn’t mentioned the “incident” or the “car” or anything else to him lately, had taken to not speaking to him at all, making Ginji feel awful. Awful about what had happened. Awful that Ban wasn’t speaking to him. Awful period.
He lay there in the dark early hours of the morning listening to the coming storm. He was sad, he was lonely and it seemed that the weather lately had been mirroring his own cloudy thoughts and emotions. He loved Ban. He didn’t know when or where Love had replaced Friendship, but it had. Ban was still his family. Ban was still his friend. But now that the “incident” had occurred, he was pretty sure that not only did Ban NOT love him in return, but that Ban really couldn’t stand him right now even as just family or friend, what with him causing Lady Bug to literally explode like he did.
*It’s not my fault!* Ginji thought miserably to himself. *Ban was just there all of a sudden looking at me like that and I thought, finally, maybe there was a chance that he wanted me. I was so happy to be with him, but now that he’s had his way with me, he hasn’t said another word to me.*
Ginji sadly thought about how Ban had treated him ever since. *He doesn’t love me.*
Feeling stupid and hurt, Ginji tried to force his tears to stay where they were. They fell anyway. Ginji covered his eyes and feeling the tears slide beneath his fingers anyway, added feeling helpless to stupid and used.
Thunder rumbled again, this time directly overhead. It wouldn’t be long now…
Ginji sat up and wiped his eyes. Thinking about the coming storm, he carefully got out of bed so as to not disturb his sleeping partner, dressed and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
When the door clicked shut, Ban opened his eyes.
*** ***
Their cheap motel, which was so cheap that it didn’t have a name, was an unattractive square of cylinder blocks that formed two floors of non descript rooms around an empty, dirty pool which held, instead of water, a child’s broken tricycle. The whole place reeked of despair. It was the kind of place you went when you’ve fucked up all other possible avenues, including jail. The one thing that could possibly be called upon to brighten the bleak atmosphere (mostly just because it was less bleak than its surroundings) was a small fenced in courtyard that held some grass, something that used to be a tree and a pitiful attempt at flowers.
Their room, which was situated off the courtyard, was the only room on that side of the motel that had a view and easy access to the courtyard. Ginji should know. Ban had spent the better part of the day sitting in their room’s one chair, just staring out at it, not speaking to him.
It was there on the far side of the courtyard that Ginji found himself, standing alone, in the dark early hours of the morning, with a thunderstorm just overhead and rapidly approaching.
He stood there feeling the rush of moisture-heavy breeze ruffle through his clothes and his hair. It felt good on his skin as it cooled the warm air around him. He closed his eyes and savored the breeze, wishing it could blow away all of his troubles…his money troubles, his car troubles and in particular, his broken heart troubles.
Ginji stretched in that breeze, letting it soothe him and when another rumble of thunder shook the ground, he opened his sad eyes to the cloud-heavy sky and began searching.
*** ***
Ban sighed. This was turning out to be a truly fucked up week. He was broke. He was starving. His car had been the victim of a hit and run bolt of orgasmic lightning and now his partner was mad as hell at him for using the Jagan on him. Not just using it on him but abusing the privilege, using it for his own twisted desires.
*It wasn’t like that,* Ban thought to himself. *It just…got away from me. He looked so…I wanted…it was just--* even his thoughts faltered. He’d had all week to think about what had precipitated the “incident.” What did it all mean? He had seriously desired Ginji that afternoon.
At first he’d blamed it on his involuntary hunger strike, figuring that his mental status had been damaged by the serious lack of solid nutrients he’d been suffering. However, even that explanation didn’t go far. He’d imagined himself doing all sorts of delectable things to his partner’s body that had had fuck all to do with food, then BAM, just like that, the Eye took over and made it happen for him. What did it mean? Did he love Ginji? Ginji was his family. Ginji was his friend. Ginji was his partner, that was all. Then why did Ginji’s being so mad at him make him feel so bad?
Another rumble of thunder shook the room. In the darkness, Ban got up and sat in the chair. Why did he feel so bad?
*** ***
Ginji held his hand aloft in the darkness. An arc and a spark illuminated his gloved palm. Blue glowing electricity pulsed in and around his hand and formed a small ball. He held it over his head and sent it spiraling high into the air, stretching it into a solid rod, waiting to be hit. He watched carefully. The bolt had to be just the right size…not too small—that would be ineffective and not too large—that would be TOO effective. As bad as his week was going, he didn’t want to catch a nasty case of DEAD on top of everything else. He waited. A few seconds later, his wish was granted as lightning from the sky licked the tip of the rod sending a streak of electricity flying down it, white hot, mixing and mingling with the blue to land on Ginji’s body.
*** ***
A sharp flash just outside the window cut through Ban’s brooding and caught his attention. Scooting the chair closer to the window, he poked a finger into the dirty, cracked blinds and peeked through.
Through intermittent sparks of illumination, Ban made out Ginji, standing directly beneath a rod of lightning that was racing downward toward his friend, who was standing there, looking up at it, waiting for it, reaching for it.
“What the hell?” The lightning hit him with explosive force and he watched as Ginji threw his head back and…
*** ***
…gasped with the sensation. Panting, he felt his body grow hot and tingly with the electricity playing over his body like a curious child. It felt him and surrounded him, probed him and flowed over him. Breathing heavily he gathered his will, brought down the attraction rod and used it as a harness to rein in the wild electricity it had caught for him. The two energies mixed and merged into a sizzling bluish white snake of light that moved with an almost animal intelligence.
Ginji let it roam over his body, reveling in the skin prickling feeling it was giving him. It felt good. Warm and hot at the same time, fuzzy and sharp at the same time. It made the hair on his body stand up and spark at the tips and it took his breath away. He let it feel him like a lover; going where it wanted, and soon, he began directing it like a lover, making it go where he wanted.
*** ***
Ban pulled the chair closer. He pushed his glasses up and watched his friend writhing and moving with the lightning as it played over him, around him and behind him. It touched him everywhere, his face, his arms, his chest, his thighs…it held him captive like a possessive partner, tempting him with static whispers, seducing him with electric love…
*** ***
Ginji gathered his will again and drew the lightning into a single rigid line. He grabbed an end and willing it to be flexible, rolled it like a sensual whip around his body. Coiling it around and around--around his eyes like a blindfold, around his neck like a choker, around his shoulders like a rope, around his middle like an obi, around his legs like a binding chain--he let the end go and the coils broke up into glowing hot circles, creating rings that slid up and down him, intersecting each other, passing over, and under and through one another, generating heat, throwing off light and burning his skin with hot sensation wherever they touched. They made everything on his body stand at attention as they passed. Everything…
*** ***
“Holy Shit!” Ban’s mouth dropped open. The bright rings enveloping Ginji threw off light that lit the small courtyard with eerie incandescence. They caressed his partner like electric hands, gliding over him, embracing him, touching him everywhere. A ring slid up to Ginji’s neck and froze there like a large collar, illuminating his face, allowing Ban to see dark, heavy-lidded eyes and parted, moist lips. Even in the half dark of the courtyard, Ban could see his friend’s obvious arousal. He could almost feel the sizzling hum of the electricity. He could almost hear the panting of Ginji’s quickened breath. He could almost smell the electric sex in the air.
His own breath quickened and he felt a familiar pull. He moaned out loud and shifted to accommodate his own arousal, the movement adding friction to his already heated erection. It forced him to moan again and slowly, he began to give himself the attention he was craving while he continued to watch…
*** ***
A small movement from the window caught Ginji’s attention. Though the blinds to their room were still closed, he caught the unmistakable movement of someone watching subtly behind them in the electric light. Lightning flashed and confirmed it. Ban was watching him! Excitement coursed through his veins even as the lightning coursed over his body. The air around him suddenly crackled as the static tension jumped in response to his elation.
*** ***
Ban watched his friend throw off a sudden shower of sparks and the air around him seem to come alive with a halo of power. The ring of current pulsed outward from Ginji and hit and passed through the window with an audible thump. Ban felt the hairs on his own head and arms tingle with greeting.
*Jesus! What was he doing to himself?* thought Ban. *And me,* he added even as he closed his eyes and moved with the current, letting it wash over him like a tingly wave.
Ahh…ssss….he breathed heavily, unable to stop the moan the current drew from him. He felt himself through the fabric of his pants and massaged the hardness there.
Behind him the cracked lamps on the nightstands, which stood on both sides of the bed, rapidly began flickering on and off as if the bulbs were desperately trying to maintain their connection. As they twittered off, an old clock radio beside one of the lamps, turned itself on filling the air with snowy static, drowning out his own whimpers, making Ban realize just how loud his breathing had become. The radio dial spun wildly across the bands, weaving in an out of programs and music, causing a mishmash of sounds before finally settling on a station that came in loud and clear. A lush, seductive beat accompanied by the staccato plucking of sensual stringed instruments filled the room along with a woman’s husky vocals…
…don’t need no paper,
…don’t need no pencils,
...don’t need no love letters
…cuz I just want to get along with you…
*** ***
Ban was watching him and that knowledge added to Ginji’s already visually obvious excitement. He deliberately faced the window, opened his mouth and slowly ejected his tongue. The electric collar that had settled around his neck melted into a pulsating pool at the base of his throat. It then slithered its way up Ginji’s chin and gathered itself into a puddle on his tongue. One by one, each ring followed—hugging its way up Ginji’s body, gathering into a flickering pool at the base of his throat, then winding its way up his chin to melt with its brethren on his flat, wet tongue.
Soon his tongue was coated in a writhing puddle of electric cum which, unable to hold itself together, dripped in fat, glowing drops down his chin and onto his chest, eating away holes in his shirt with smoking determination. Ginji dropped to his knees and leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and allowed the lightning to continue to dribble from his mouth like he’d just been on the receiving end of some storm god’s electrifying orgasm.
*** ***
…Try me…
…cuz I’d be…
…the one that makes you happy…
…But the part that I don’t get is…
The effect was intensely erotic. Ban looked at his partner, covered in shimmering high voltage ejaculation and felt his erection burning him.
“Oh my fucking god.” He panted.
Suddenly the sky finally broke open and it began to rain.
*** ***
...Why me?
…You deny me,
…Now I’m forced to roam this planet sadly,
…Lonely…
Outside, the prelude to the deluge began. Big, wet drops of rain fell on Ginji, each erupting into hissing steam wherever they made contact. His body was hot. His nerves were wired. His sense of touch was on fire. The lightning play had made him super sensitive and each time a drop of rain made contact, it felt to him like a miniature bell had been rung over his body, causing his hair, his skin, his very cells to vibrate like a masterfully played instrument. He moved and rocked with each note, panting and running his hands over arms.
The steam rolled over his body like a misty wraith and cast shadows, reflecting the sparks of electricity that dotted his smooth chest, sparks which could now be clearly seen through the tattered remains of his shirt. His hair, heavy and drooping, fell over his eyes. His skin, flushed with moisture, his own and heaven’s, rippled and rolled with marching dots of electricity that coalesced and danced with one another, breaking apart, fusing together, dripping in small trickles and thick streams, all headed in one direction—south.
*** ***
…You took my heartbeat from me…
…This is the saddest story…
…What was wrong with my love?…
Ban undid his pants and freed himself from the restrictions of his underwear. Breathing heavily, he began pumping himself in time with the seductive beats of music playing on the radio, watching the object of his desire pant and moan in the steaming rain while lightning ran in drips and streams into the waistband of Ginji’s shorts.
…You took my heartbeat from me…
…Why did our love do poorly…
*** ***
…Whatever it was, I just want to get along with you…
Ginji sat kneeling on the ground and began thrusting into the air; feeling the electricity knead his flesh with heated fingers, running tingles and tremors up and down his hardness. His eyes fluttered. His breathing stuttered. He let the lightning move him, control him…fuck him.
He liked it…
*** ***
Ban watched from inside as the last of the glowing ribbons crawled their way down Ginji’s shorts. His partner threw back his head and began gyrating wildly. His chest heaved in hard, shuddering gasps while he tried to catch his breath. Ban could see his partner’s teeth clenched as he clutched at the ground with both hands and endured the erotic torture of masturbating with lightning. Inside the room, he moved with Ginji, thrust for thrust; matching his speed, matching his intensity, and matching his hard breathing. Stroke for lightning fueled stroke, he fucked Ginji through both the window and the rain and felt his own building electricity grab him and throw him against the cumming edge.
“Uhh…nnnn…pant, pant…god…” Ban couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to stop himself.
*** ***
…Don’t need no car…
…Don’t need no truck…
Ginji was going to cum. There was no way to stop it. Within his shorts, he felt the electricity increase its pulses, licking him up and down from back to front, singeing the cotton of shorts, melting the zipper teeth and causing the buttons covering his fly to heat up to molten hot and glow red like coals against the darkness. The harder he breathed, the faster the lightning played. The faster the lightning played…
*** ***
…Don’t need no vehicles…
…Cuz I just want to get along with you…
…the faster Ban handled himself. He looked through the blinds and saw Ginji look up straight at him. Even though he knew Ginji couldn’t see him, he could almost feel the two of them locking eyes, crossing the plaster and glass and rain and space that separated them, forcing them together, up close and personal. The shock of that separated intimacy took his breath away and he lost control. He stroked himself fast and hard, his hand slipping and sliding on the clear, hot liquids already thickly coating his almost painfully tight erection.
“Hahh…hahhh…” he began to shudder…
Hahh….OH…” he began to shake…..
“UHHH….GINJI!!!!” Ban threw back his head and shot hot jets of cum through the air and over his hands. He shook and trembled when he came, his body stuttering as hard as his breath.
*** ***
…You took my heartbeat from me…
…This is the saddest story…
Ginji threw his head back.
“BAN, BAN…..AHHHHH!” He squeezed his eyes shut at the last minute, holding on to Ban’s optical embrace through the dark window as long as he could. He shook violently as he came inside his shorts, shooting steaming shots of electricity which burned holes through the fabric and caused the red hot buttons to eject themselves from his shorts and fly off on their own accord, streaking through the open air straight at the window like tiny hissing missiles.
Ban, seeing them coming, ducked just in time as they hit the window with sharp cracks, exploding on impact like small fireworks.
Still breathless from his own explosion, he lay on the floor with his hands over his head for protection.
*That’s it,* he thought. *As soon as we get some money, I’m buying that boy some drawstring pants!*
He got up slowly and peeked through the window.
Ginji kneeled motionlessly in the rain as his breathing returned to normal and the last of the captured electricity slowly drained to the ground; mixing with his cum and illuminating the streaks of it as it went.
Ginji opened his eyes slowly and wiped the last of his electric mix from his leg. He stood and still feeling the last courses of lightning trickling through his blood, he walked in a sated, trance-like state out of the courtyard…
…What was wrong with my love?…
*** ***
“Shit! He’s coming back!” Ban leapt from the floor and knocked the small table beside the chair over…
…You took my heartbeat from me…
…Should have just stabbed it for me…
*** ***
Ginji walked slowly around the side of the building and past the dirty, empty pool with the broken tricycle…
…Why me?…
*** ***
…You deny me…
Ban righted the table and then on his dash for the bathroom, knocked the chair over. “Shit, shit, shit!!!”
*** ***
Barely aware of his surroundings, Ginji walked down the covered corridor of the first floor passing the outside lights of the vacant room doors, causing them one by one to stutter on at his approach and stutter off as he passed. They lit his path back to the room…
…Now I’m forced to roam this planet sadly…
*** ***
…Lonely…
Ban threw the chair beside the table and ran to the bathroom. He grabbed one of the motel’s thin wash cloths and quickly wiped away all traces of voyeuristic evidence…
*** ***
Ginji paused before their room door leaving a puddle of faintly sparkling water at his feet…
…From ashes to dust,
….I just want to get along with you…
*** ***
Finishing, Ban made a running leap into bed, smacked the radio off and covered himself up as…
Ginji opened the door quietly and closed it gently behind him. The bathroom light stuttered on by itself as he walked in, and took off his wet shoes and vest. He wiped himself clean and dry.
Letting the towel drop to the floor, he crossed the small space to the bed and carefully got in. His nightstand lamp flickered on.
He looked over at Ban who was in the same position as when he’d left—on his side with his back to him. Ginji watched the deep, even breathing of his partner.
“Ban-chan…are you awake?” he whispered after a moment.
Ban didn’t stir.
Ginji waited. Not getting a response, his head sagged with sadness and he lay on his side, with his back to his partner.
Silence….
Then Ginji sighed.
“I like it when you watch, Ban-chan.”
The nightstand and bathroom lights stuttered off and Ginji closed his eyes.
Ban’s eyes flew open.
End.
Author’s Note:
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
The song used is called “Get Along With You.” By Kelis. It can be found on her “Kaleidoscope” album and I don’t own it in any way shape or form. For more information on this and other stories, please visit my LiveJournal page at http://asrella.livejournal.com/.