Chapter 2: Touch Me
"Kyo?"
I turn when I hear my name whispered, seeing Toshiya standing at the doorway of my darkened room. The hallway light illuminates his slender figure, but my eyes are instantly drawn to his own agonized ones.
Any promises I had made to myself since my hour-long bawl in the kitchen are instantly forgotten when I see the pain he is in. Without a thought, I sit up and motion for him to join me on my bed.
He reacts instantly and throws himself into my arms. As he sobs, the irony of the situation hits me. I hold him against me as he cries, while I was alone when I did. For a brief moment, I feel angry. However, it doesn't last as I continue to soothe him. How can I be angry with the one I love?
"Feeling better now?" I ask him once his cries have quieted down.
"Yes, actually," Toshiya replies with a choked laugh. "Thank you."
"What are friends for?" I return, hoping he doesn't hear the strain in my quiet voice.
He gives another strangled laugh when I pass him a Kleenex. His eyes are still languid, but at least he's no longer crying. I can't stand to watch him cry.
"I don't know what I would do without you," he says softly, making my heart miss a beat even though I know he doesn't mean it the way I want him to.
"I don't know why I put myself through this," he continues, his voice no more than a whisper. "I love him with all my heart, but I know he will never return that love as anything more than a friend. I keep going back for more. Yet, every kiss he gives me just reminds me that he can't return my feelings. Tonight, he offered to let me stay the night. But I couldn't. I wanted to, so badly, but I just couldn't."
When his tarrade of words finally comes to an end, I don't know what to say. Not that I could of spoken past the clog in my throat. Instead, I pull him back into a tight hug, hoping he won't see the tears in my eyes through the darkness.
"I feel so alone," he whispers.
"You aren't alone. I'm here, aren't I?" I reply.
His arms wrap tightly around my waist at the words. "Thank you for being here for me, Kyo. Even if it doesn't mean anything besides sex to you, it means a lot to me," he says.
Covering the pain that stabs through my heart, I bend down and kiss him gently. He reacts instantly, almost desperately. The two of us cling together in the darkness of my bedroom, our tongues battling back and forth in our mouths. I pull his clothing from his body, grateful that he isn't wearing something difficult to remove.
The two of us fall against my mattress and I shift until I'm over top of him, our mouths devouring each other. Although I'm relunctant to, I break away and let my lips trail down his throat. I can hear Toshiya moaning, can feel the sound vibrating against my lips, and it draws an answering moan from my own chest. I suck and nibble until I've left several marks which will be gone by tomorrow or the day afterward before shifting upward to take his mouth again.
I trace my hands up and down his heated skin and he surrenders easily to me, letting me touch him where I want. His cries of my name are enough to spur me on as I rake my nails down his chest with one hand before gently carressing it with the other.
Toshiya is fully erect by the time my hand trails to his manhood, and I allow myself a brief moment of pride. I've made him thouroughly forget about his problems for the day. I break the kiss to hear the cry I know is coming when I wrap my hand around his arousal.
"Kyo, oh, please, more," Toshiya practically screams.
I was waiting for those words. Smiling, I lean down to suck at one of his nipples while I move my hand, pumping his length with sure strokes. He moves his hips with the motion, his head thrashing against the pillow as he grows closer. I can feel him growing harder in my hand and pull away quickly. I don't want him to climax too soon.
Still, judging by the disappointed groan he gives me, he's probably just as frustraited for release as I am. My motions suddenly frantic, I reach over to my nightstand and pull out the lube stored there for occasions like these. He holds out his hand, eager to help the process along and I shift into position as I squeeze out a fair amount onto his palm.
I put some onto my own hand, but am distracted from preparing him when he begins to coat my length with the lubricant. The feel of his hands on my body is enough to leave me breathless, my control slipping away. Only the thought of the pleasure we'll both receive once I'm inside of him keeps me from willingly coming from the handjob.
"Okay, stop," I growl out, panting.
He gives me a mischevious look and does so, parting his thighs at the same time so I can slip my hand between them. My breath catches as I gaze at the sight before me, but I quickly cover the awed reaction by shifting between his legs and pressing one finger inside of him.
We have done this many times in the past so it doesn't take long before his body accepts all three of my fingers and he's thrusting against my hand, begging me to just get it over with and take him. That alone nearly drives me over the brink and I quickly withdraw my figures and position myself.
I don't know who's the one that screams as I enter him, but it's a sound of raw passion that affects both of us. Instantly, I am moving, thrusting into the tight heat that surrounds me again and again. It is almost too much and my control is slipping farther away with each passing moment. I can feel Toshiya wrap his arms and legs around me, his moans and cries echoing in my ears.
I return them with ones of my own, grabbing onto his dripping erection and pumping it with my frantic movements, unable to keep myself from building a pace that would probably leave both of us sore come the morning. I am desperate for him and every motion implants him even more powerfully into my mind and heart.
His name is torn from my throat when I climax, pumping wildly inside of him as I empty myself, my back arching. I feel his body clench around me only a few moments later and he groans my name as his seed spills over my still-moving hand.
Afterward, we both fall breathlessly to the mattress, our bodies entwined as we kiss a few more times before settling down. I can feel him fall asleep in my arms and can almost pretend he will be there when I wake. Can almost pretend that he loves me back.
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