ground maneuvers

Alto collapsed roughly on the school tarmac, literally falling out of his EX-gear. Exhausted, he lay on the sun-warmed runway and listened to the faint dronings of the last stages of Ranka's latest concert. Their first acrobatic performance since landing on the Vajra planet had been exhilarating, if not extremely tiring. The sky kept rising, up, up, up, as far as Alto could ever want to fly, or at least as far as their stunts would allow him to.

A muted sniffling brought him back down to ground-level. A small noise, just barely audible beneath the exuberant cheers of Ranka's fans, Alto could tell it was that of a person crying. In fact, he had heard this very sound not long ago. Dragging himself to his feet, Alto inhaled deeply, forcing energy into his weary limbs. He sauntered silently over to where he could see a small back sobbing behind the half-opened door to the stairwell. There, Alto spotted the familiar dirty-brown curls, matted down with sweat.

"Don't worry Luca. You did great. That punk Murai doesn't know what he's talking about. If I see him talking down to you again I guarantee I will personally beat some respect into him."

Murai, one of the new junior members of their acrobatics team. After the war, and Michael's death, the school had offered Alto the job of flight leader of the school aero stunt team; a position which he had deferred to Luca on account of his other 'Civic Duties' which prevented him from committing to the role: namely trying his hardest to keep the 'other songstress of hope': Sheryl, satisfied. It seemed like every other day she was crawling into Alto's bed or dragging him out on grand excursions throughout the planet.

Luca had adapted to the role perfectly, and indeed performed much better than Alto ever could, and for the first couple months everything went smoothly. The existing team members had no problems acknowledging Luca's exemplary talent and natural leadership. It wasn't until the hot-shot freshman Murai and his lackeys joined up that things became so strained.

"How can I not worry?" Luca turned his teary eyes to face Alto, "I keep making mistakes, but everything he does is so...perfect." The small boy nearly broke down again at his last words, staring deep into Alto's crystalline eyes, he bared open his deepest worries to his sempai and friend. "He's so..sniff...smug about everything...sniff...he even...sniff...he even made fun of Nanase-san...I don't know what to do Alto-sempai. I want to make him respect me but I keep messing up, I want to hit him but he's so much bigger than me. I don't know what to do...uwaahhh."

Alto, now seated next to Luca on the stairs felt a desperate tugging on his shirt as Luca buried his face in Alto's chest. Sympathetic in the face of Luca's heartfelt tears, Alto delicately embraced his friend, and bit his lip in anger as he recalled the events of their costume change in-between Sheryl's and Ranka's concert sets.

Looking pissed as always, Murai stormed into the changeroom and picked Luca clean off the floor. "You call that a fucking corkscrew? I had to pull two back-to-back nosedives just to get out of your way! And it cut out my immelman-helix. Get your shit together, team leader." He practically spat the last two words out of his mouth, spittle dotting the locker above Luca's head.

From where he was changing Alto could see Luca's face flush red as he bit back tears. "That's enough Murai! It wasn't his fault. I got the wind speed calculations wrong and Luca got caught in an updraft. It was a stupid mistake and any one of us could have done it."

"Pfft. Easy for you to say 'Mr. Ace Pilot'" again spittle flew everywhere, "My girlfriend in a wheelchair could fly better than this little fuckwad!" He pointed angrily as the ball of trembling flesh curled on the floor that was Luca, "Oh wait...it's not my girlfriend in a wheelchair...it's yours." As if setting off a ticking timebomb the air in the locker room froze deathly still, "I bet it must feel real nice to have your way with that girl...she cant resist you after all." Waving his hands flippantly in the air Murai continued verbally adding fuel to his already-near-exploding fire, "Hmm...maybe one of these days I'll pay sweet little Nanase-san a visit. Her rack ought to fit juuuust nice between my palms, and I bet Luca here hasn't even banged her yet...Ohhhh I can almost taste that sweet little virgin wheelchair cunt."

"MURAI I HATE YOU!!!!" With an ear-piercing shriek, Luca stormed out the door and out into the hallway. Being closest to the door Alto caught a glimpse of Luca weeping as he ran out.

"Well aren't you just the big man...asshole." Alto muttered angrily to no one in particular as he ran after Luca.

They had somehow managed to fly their second act without killing each other and now, huddled in the stairwell, Luca felt so small in Alto's arms.
"it's okay Luca. I'm here now." Alto tried his best to comfort his obviously distraught friend.

"No! I'm a terrible person Alto. I deserve to die. Maybe that way Murai can have the job of team leader and be happy"

Worriness steadily increasing, Alto held Luca close to his own body, his silky hair falling gently against Luca's still-trembling back."

"Everything is going to be okay. Nanase-san's condition has nothing to do with you. The doctors even said she could probably start walking this month if her legs continue to heal."

"No you don;t understand Alto-sempai. Even after he said all those dirty things about Nanase-san....look how things became." Luca pulled back, revealing a modest bulge in his crotch.

"I'm sure it's just stress. You've been under alot of it lately and it makes your body do all sorts of weird things. Besides, Nanase-san is a very pretty girl. Any guy would get like that if they thought about her too much." Looking down, and trying his best to look endearing, Alto assured Luca that there was nothing wrong with him.

"No...sniff...it isn't Nanase-san..." Alto sensed another bout of tears was incoming, "when I think about...sniff...when I think about Murai doing all those dirty things, I get like this and it doesn't stop no matter how hard I try."

Chuckling nervously Alto tries to plead some sense into Luca, "Oh is that so? Then how do you get it down? It's got to come down on it's own sometimes...I'm telling you it's just stress."

"Umm...how do i get it down...ummm..." This time it was Luca's turn to act nervous, "If...if I think about...certain things...then i can climax and get it down."

Alto grinned as he suggested such an obvious obvious solution, "Then why not just think about those things now? I'll go back outside and you can masturbate a little while in here until you calm down." Truth be told, Alto himself has used that very alcove at the top of the stairs where Luca now sat. "Where you're sitting is actually quite secluded, you can hear anybody coming up the stairs before they get anywhere close to you, and you can lean against the door to keep it shut." Proud of his ability to impart such wisdom into Luca, who was still technically his junior, Alto stood up to leave him to his own perverted devices.

"No Alto-sempai...you don;t understand." Almost pleadingly, Luca grabbed a hold of Alto's sleeve.

"What's not to understand? You just need to think of this ultimate fantasy of yours and you can come right? If you've been hiding that hard-on since before we started flying then it must be getting pretty uncomfortable by now right?"

"No...wait! The things I think about...I think about doing all those dirty things with you Alto-sempai. That's the only thing I can think about that gets me off."

"W-W-W-what?" Stunned, Alto takes a step back, nearly tripping on the staircase, "Me? Why me? D-d-don't you have Nanase-san?" Fumbling over his words Alto tried to back gracefully out of the situation.

"It's different with you Alto-sempai. You're special. You always comfort me. I want to be with you. The way your muscles ripple gently as you change your clothes, or the way you fly though the sky like it was nothing...Every time I've watched you..."

"Ho-ho-hold on a minute!" Interrupting, Alto desperately tried to clear up the situation, "I'm, I'm..." Panicked, he tripped over the stairs and lands with a dull thump against the tarmac. All strength of resolve diminished as Luca crawls over top of his body, Alto feebly mumbles out the rest of his previous statement, "m not like that..." The last words trailing off like a lone vapour trail in the gentle summer breeze.

"Please help me Alto-sempai. When I think about you I can forget about all my worries." His small face right above Alto's own, Luca looked so vulnerable. His puffy red eyes, on the verge of breaking down again, cut deep into Alto and tugged at his heart. "Please Alto-sempai...please help me be happy." Damn, how was he supposed to resist a face that cute. As he turned his face aside to avoid Luca's gaze, the small boy's hot breath tickled across his exposed ear and neck.

"What are you doing?" Alto wanted to say...but the only sounds that came out of his mouth were a deep, breathy "He, ha, ha..." as electric sparks of pleasure invaded his senses.

This isn't good, not here on top of the school, not here with Luca...Luca of all people. Alto's brain ran a thousand different thoughts a thousand different ways. Luca's just like a little brother to me...this is just...wrong.

Twitching his head from side to side, Alto struggled to free himself from Luca's hold. Grabbing onto his arm, he realised how soft Luca's skin was. If Alto's skin was like a girl's, then Luca;s was like that of a small, innocent, child.

So hot. Waves of heat washed up and down his body as Alto simultaneously felt Luca's fingers tracing lightly across his neck, and the crotch of his pants tightening against his own impending erection.

I can't...Luca is just like an innocent child...Luca is...it's so hot out here. Sweating, Alto obediently allowed Luca to remove his shirt. Tingling sensations soon enveloped him as Luca's delicate fingers, They feel like electric butterflies against my skin, fluttered across his chest and arms.

Breathing heavily, Alto realised he was getting swept away in the moment. His trousers felt constricting, the air felt like it was burning in his lungs. Gasping in a breathy voice that was just as much pleasure as panic, "Not..ahhh...not here Luca."

"What's wrong Alto-sempai? You said yourself that nobody would see us up here." Picking up his head that had been resting against Alto's electrified chest, Luca raised his body to meet him at eye-level.

"That's..." Before he could complete his sentence, he was smothered by Luca's small, lips, glistening in the waning sunlight, "mmm...that's...mmm..." Exhaling his words in-between the breaths Luca stole from him, "that's only true on the other side of the door."

"Oh?" Pausing for a moment, Alto noticed the bulge in Luca's pants had grown, and was now pressing uncomfortably against his own. He felt the cool wind blow across his lips and longed to feel the heat of Luca's breath against his face. Oh god, I'm losing control

Unknowingly, or instinctively, Alto reached his won hand up and pulled Luca back down onto him. The abrupt motion, and ensuing sloppiness, left a dribble of saliva to run across Alto's cheek. The bead of moisture felt indescribably cool as it coursed across Alto's burning skin. In another part of him, coursing threatened to tear right through the crotch of his pants.

All restraint thrown to the wind and firmly locked in their embrace, Alto pushed his tongue none-too-aggressively into Luca's mouth. As if knowing exactly what Alto was thinking, Luca responded in a single fluid motion, entwining their tongues together for the briefest moment, before pulling away from Alto's mouth and moving slowly across his neck, flicking his tongue at uneven intervals.

Alto let out a small gasp each time Luca's tongue scraped against him. The porous surface seemed to tear ruts along the sensitive skin of Alto's neck. He felt the warmth of Luca's petite body through the fabric of his shirt, the simple fabric rumpled firmly between their sandwiched bodies. Hastily unbuttoning Luca's shirt, Alto felt the skin, which had seemed so soft and pale earlier, pressing down against his own. Every place they touched he felt as if he would catch on fire. The passion burning within him screamed to be let loose.

Still gasping with pleasure at Luca's sensuous tongue playing across his skin, Alto decided to take the initiative. Unbuttoning Luca's pants with an ease that surprised even himself, Alto swiftly, and gracefully yanked the set, pants, boxers, and all, down around Luca's knees. Kicking them off, Luca now straddled Alto's helpless body wearing only his unbuttoned shirt. And just as expertly, managed to remove Alto's own trousers.

In the evening sunset, Luca's pale skin tinged faintly orange; drops of sweat glistened like starlight. His dirty-blond curls seemed to glow with the last rays of fading sunlight.

Turning around so that Alto could clearly see his surprisingly well-shaped ass, Luca moved to grasp Alto's cock and placed his lips against it. The burning sensation against his throbbing dick cased Alto to almost white out from the sudden stimulation. Pre-cum already flowing out, he sat up against Luca's body and pushed him forward. Lips and mouths could wait, the burning passion inside Alto demanded more.

"I didn't think you would go this quickly Alto-sempai." Luca's words questioned hesitantly, while his legs opened up to accommodate Alto's raging fire.

"You brought this out of me you little perv." His own cock slick wet with pre-cum and saliva, Alto pressed gently against Luca's ass. Luca let out a surprised gasp.

With nothing but saliva and a little fluid between them, Alto ventured daringly inside. Luca winced at the sudden penetration, his asshole tightening the already tight fit around Alto's ramrod dick. Venting a guttural groan he'd stored somewhere inside him and firmly grasping Luca's shaking hips, Alto pushed inside with all his might, the very action nearly drove him to his limit. The younger boy screamed a cocktail mix of pain and pleasure as he bore the brunt of Alto's first attack.

Slowly undulating his hips, Luca pushed the cock in and out of his twitching ass. Alto squinted his eyes as the vise-like grip travelled up and down his cock, each thrust set stars in Alto's vision, each pull felt like his dick was about to explode. Biting back his climax Alto began to lift and thrust his hips in time with Luca.

"Oh god Luca...oh my god...I'm going to...urrrrrnnnggghhh." With a single, mighty, heave, Luca rammed down on Alto's dick. Alto felt like his balls were being crushed as he supported the entire weight of the small boy on his stiffened sex. The stimulation was too intense and Alto felt his cock twitich inside Luca as stream after stream of semen spewed out. Alto grunted audibly at the exertion while Luca's contorted featured simply mouthed out wordless exclamations of pleasure.

After a few seconds that seemed an eternity, Alto moved to pull out of Luca. The younger boy yelped in surprised and clamped down harder on Alto's now semi-erect dick. The sensory overload forced a half-gurgled grunt out of Alto.

"Alto-sempai, you came too fast. We aren't finished yet." Explaining things matter-of-factly, Luca resumed his hip movements, pumping Alto's dick back to arousal. The barrage of stimulation was too much for Alto who passed out beneath Luca's quickening thrusts.

When Alto came to, Luca was riding wildly atop his miraculously erect dick. It seemed that only a few seconds had passed since he passed out. His mind weary from the acrobatic show and Luca's relentless assault, Alto hovered dimly in and out of consciousness. When he next realized where he was, his hips were moving on their own, thrusting violently upwards against Luca's own downward motions. Each penetration pushed a throaty gasp out of Luca.

Overcome with weariness, Alto came again, his sputtering semen this time gushing back out in the face of Luca's relentless pumping. Unable to stop the overwhelming stimulation, Alto passed out yet again.

His body reacting on it's own, by the time Alto regained consciousness he was already on the verge of his next climax. The familiar sputtering...the incessant thrusting...everything became a blur.

Dancing the fine line between asleep and awake, the delightfully painful cycle continued, each time Alto would awake only to climax and pass out again under the painfully sweet stimulation. Alto lost count of how many time it repeated. He felt like he was high, or delirious, or both. Feeling only intense pleasure, then nothing, then unbearably intense pleasure again. His body acting completely autonomous of his pleasure-paralyzed mind.

When Alto finally regained himself, he was lying in a pool of his own semen. Did that much really come out of just me? And his entire crotch ached. Dazed, he caught blurred glimpses of what looked like Luca still hovering above him.

"Are you...satisfied now?" Alto mumbled almost incoherently to his ferocious driver.

Wordlessly taking Alto's hand in his own, he touched it against his own dick. Alto firmly grasped something sticky, Ahhh...I guess some of the cum on the floor is his as well. Luca's dick was sticky with semen...but still hard as a rock.

Taking Alto's head in his hands, he pressed it against his hardened member. Unthinking and worn out from the ravenous fucking, Alto took the cock in his mouth and slowly pumped his head up and down. Each thrust brought Luca's cock closer to the back of Alto's throat where he threatened to choke. Blinded by the aftermath of such extreme pleasure, Alto soon felt his throat numbing as Luca's cock pounded faster and faster against the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat.

Holding Alto's head in his hands, Luca pushed the mindless Alto down harder and harder against his prick. Images of their previous fuck flashed like billboards in his eyes the force of Alto pressing up against his insides, the pounding of hard cock against his internal organs. Oh god I'm going to come in Alto's mouth. That final thought shot Luca's spine like ice and flew straight into his cock. Rapid-fire twitches seized his entire manhood and sprayed unseen inside Alto's throat.

Alto felt a momentary sudden force of liquid shooting into his throat before his mouth filled completely with the thick semen. He swallowed and swallowed but still more flowed out. Luca was like a fountain of cum filling Alto entirely. Mouth-full, Alto pulled away from Luca's dick just as the final spurts of ejaculation sent threads of semen onto Luca's lap. Clamouring up to the small boy's face Alto kissed him. His lips forming a tight seal he kissed him hard. Their tongues danced an intricate ballet amidst the sea of salty liquid that passed from mouth to mouth.

Never stopping even to breathe, Alto embraced Luca tightly with the last remnants of strength within him. He continued to kiss and Luca continued to reciprocate in kind. Each fondling the other's tongue with their own while exploring each other's sticky bodies with their hands, until the taste of saliva finally reentered their mouths.

Gasping desperately for breath, Alto collapsed roughly in the tarmac, blissfully unaware of his own nakedness, and fell asleep.

Alto awoke to the gentle cooing of somebody waking him up. Alto groggily opened his eyes to the sight of Sheryl peering over him, holding out a can of energy drink. Alto shunned it away, he wasn't thirsty.

"Luca told me I could find you up here. Come on, take it. I don't know what you two were doing up here, but it's been a long day for me and if you don't have energy tonight I'll never forgive you." With a small, and incredibly cute humph Sheryl strutted towards the stairs.

"Are you coming or not?"

After Alto gingerly put his pants back on over his worn out genitals, he inhaled the energy drink and stumbled after Sheryl, "I'll be right there. I just need to stop at the vending machines first," he was definitely going to need a couple more of these.