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AUthor's Notes: Quickie lemon I wrote in about twenty minutes or so because I wanted to and I can. It's nowhere near as good as my other one (and not intended to be), but it doesn't suck either. At least, I hope it doesn't suck. If it does, don't tell me, 'kay? My fantasies don't like being dashed.
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Touya Akira lay on his back on a small pile of blankets out on the patio of his house, staring up at the wind chime floating above his head with an almost uncharacteristically contented smile. He was loosely dressed in a soft purple robe, his slightly damp hair tied up in a small ponytail. He rested his hands behind his head, smiling softly and breathing in the scent of the flowers that had just begun growing outside in the garden. A watering can lay just out of his reach; after he had finished his bath he had decided to water the plants and had just completed his work. Beside the near-empty watering can was a small tube of suntan lotion that he put on once he had decided to take a nap outside. The combination of the cool wind and hot sun, as well as the steady sound of the shishiodoshi in the distance, were slowly lulling him to sleep.
It is good, isn’t it, he thought, rolling onto his side and staring out at the bright flowers. They had just reappeared recently, the first sign of spring and rebirth. It was comforting, to see them, to know that renewal had begun for everything outside. The colors were brighter now, it seemed, all deep blues and bright yellows and varying shades of pink and red and green, welcome, comfortable. Akira breathed a sigh and closed his eyes, ready to wrap himself in the scent and go back to sleep.
Or at least that was his plan, until he was suddenly and unpleasantly jolted out of contentment by a splash of warm water in his face. Immediately Akira sat up, wiping his face and glaring up at his attacker, knowing the identity before he even opened his eyes.
“Shindou! What was that for?” Akira demanded of his lover, who was staring down at him with a decidedly impish look on his face, the watering can held innocently behind his back. Hikaru was wearing a robe similar to Akira’s though blue instead of purple, and his hair was still wet. Akira thought ruefully that maybe it would have been better not to invite Hikaru to stay over in the months while his parents were away. Hikaru did have his own apartment, after all, but somehow the prospect of sharing the large empty house had appealed to Akira. At the moment, however, dripping wet with his bangs dripping into his eyes and all thought of sleep torn away from his mind, Akira wasn’t quite sure why that was.
“Sorry, Touya,” Hikaru said, smiling in a way that suggested that he probably wasn’t, “but---but you just looked so cute like that! I couldn’t help myself.”
Akira stared at him for a long moment, debating whether to be amused or irritated, and settled on simply smiling and possibly plotting revenge later. Not much revenge of course, because he was too mature for that. Far, far too mature.
But not too mature to pay him back for that stunt, Akira thought, a sudden cunning settling on his features. I believe spring has infected me with all manner of ridiculous ideas. But just because an idea is ridiculous doesn’t mean that it’s not worth going through with.
“I suppose,” Akira said deliberately, turning away from Hikaru, “that you bothered me for a reason? You know I was just outside doing the watering and I’m tired from the sun. I hope you had a good reason for waking me up?”
“I thought we might go get some ice cream or something,” Hikaru suggested. “After all, it’s nice out. We should go do stuff, you know? Besides Go, I mean. Though we could play Go out here if you want. It might be--”
“I...have a better idea.” Akira turned back to look at Hikaru, smiling innocently. He reached behind his head and undid his ponytail, letting his hair fall loose around his face. Hikaru looked at him curiously and Akira sighed.
I suppose I should know by now that Shindou is immune to the finer points of seduction, he thought. Well, I’m usually straightforward about things, so why stop now?
With that thought in mind, he got to his feet and promptly kissed Hikaru on the lips. Hikaru responded immediately, his tongue slipping inside Akira’s mouth. Akira’s hands reached over to untie Hikaru’s robe. Hikaru seemed to hesitate for a moment.
“Out here?” Hikaru looked surprised. “Wow, Touya, I didn’t expect that from you.”
“Why not?” Akira asked and immediately was horrified to discover that he sounded....petulant. He quickly recovered. “That is, what do you mean?”
“Nothing,” Hikaru said quickly. “It’s just...you’re usually so, well, straight-laced, you know? You get nervous when I wanna kiss you at matches.”
“That’s not--I mean--” Akira faltered for a moment before regaining his usual composure. “Very well, Shindou, if you don’t want to...” He turned as if to go back inside the house, leaving Hikaru hanging. A moment later he was swept up in Hikaru’s arms and promptly kissed.
“Don’t be silly,” Hikaru whispered, his eyes bright, laughing. Akira realized immediately that Hikaru knew exactly what he had been trying to do and had just been playing along. Akira didn’t bother considering whether or not to be angry, the wind was feeling cool and comfortable on his bare legs and he was eager to feel it along the rest of his skin, and even more eager to have Hikaru in his arms, close to him.
“You’re not very serious about this sort of thing,” Akira said, no accusation in his voice as he wrapped his arms around Hikaru, pulling him close and guiding him down onto the pile of blankets, his fingers nimbly beginning to untie Hikaru’s robe.
“You’re too serious,” Hikaru joked, kissing Akira again as fell back against the blankets. Akira’s hands finally untied Hikaru’s robe and it fell down around him. Akira kissed his again, deeply, and then slowly began to work his way lower. He ran his tongue down Hikaru’s chest, his fingers reaching up to tease Hikaru’s nipples. Hikaru squirmed a little under Akira’s touch, his fingers wrapping themselves in Akira’s hair. Akira bit lightly at one nipple and Hikaru gasped, his hands tightening suddenly in a spasm of pleasure. Akira squeaked and pulled back. Hikaru glanced up, not expecting the sudden cessation of Akira’s ministrations.
“What’s wrong?” Hikaru asked. Akira had pulled back and was now on his knees, one hand close to his head.
“You--you pulled my hair,” Akira admitted, looking a little shamefaced. Hikaru stared at him for a moment, then began to laugh. “That’s not funny,” Akira said seriously, his cheeks coloring pink as a sakura blossom. Hikaru shook his head, unable to stop laughing, and suddenly Akira found that he was laughing as well. Caught up in the pleasure of it, the sheer happiness of being there, silly and sun drenched and mostly naked with his lover while the spring breeze teased his hair and face, Akira leaned forward again and caught Hikaru up in an exuberant kiss.
Without another word spoken or necessary, Akira pulled out of the kiss and moved down to Hikaru’s neck, running his tongue along the side. A drop of water fell from Akira’s bangs and slid down Hikaru’s neck, Akira followed it with his tongue, drinking the drop straight off Hikaru’s skin. His hands ran along the curves of Hikaru’s sides, feeling the small strong muscles under the skin. Akira trailed a line of kisses down Hikaru’s chest, stopping briefly to lick the hardened nipples. When he felt Hikaru move underneath him Akira smiled and bit at one, teasing the other with his fingers. Hikaru was careful not to grasp Akira’s hair this time, instead he was content to clutch at the blankets with his hands, fingers curling in the fabric.
Akira moved lower, running his tongue around Hikaru’s navel, his fingers stroking Hikaru’s sides. He kissed below the navel, then the top of Hikaru’s thighs, purposefully ignoring the fully erect cock. Akira ran his tongue down Hikaru’s inner thighs and then around the base of Hikaru’s cock, but no higher. He could feel Hikaru’s buck slightly underneath him, the other boy’s hips pushing forward as if to remind Akira of the body part that currently demanded the most attention. Akira blissfully ignored the signals and continued to lick and kiss the area around Hikaru’s cock. He blew lightly on Hikaru’s balls, watching the skin move beneath the air, and heard Hikaru moan. Akira moved upwards, licking the very tip of Hikaru’s cock, and then went back to touching the skin of Hikaru’s thighs.
“Y-you’re doing that on purpose,” Hikaru said, his accusatory tone diluted somewhat by his already short breath.
“You did wake me up with a watering can,” Akira reminded Hikaru. He ran his tongue around the base of Hikaru’s cock again, but this time one of his hands slipped underneath Hikaru, the fingers lightly touching Hikaru’s opening. As he placed one finger inside Hikaru, widening him, the other boy gasped. Akira pulled the finger out and glanced up at Hikaru. “Shall I stop?” His tone was light, teasing.
“You’re--you’re supposed to be too mature to do this kinda stuff,” Hikaru said.
“You’re a bad influence on me,” Akira countered.
“Akira,” Hikaru half-whimpered, and Akira knew Hikaru was serious when he used Akira’s given name. “Please. I--I need you to--”
“I know,” Akira replied, and suddenly the finger replaced itself, immediately joined by another. Akira carefully wrapped his mouth around Hikaru’s cock and ran his mouth over it, just once, slowly, feeling it throb beneath him. Hikaru whimpered and thrust himself upward again, forcing his cock deeper into Akira’s mouth. Akira suddenly pulled back and Hikaru whimpered again.
“D-don’t stop,” Hikaru panted.
“I’m not going to,” Akira replied, his voice low. With one hand he slipped off his own robe, allowing Hikaru a glimpse of his own naked body and erect cock. With the other hand he grasped the small bottle of suntan lotion and poured a bit of his hands. He carefully draped Hikaru’s legs over his shoulders so that his opening was more easily accessible and ran a hand over it, smearing the lotion inside. Hikaru moaned softly at the touch.
“I’ll try not to make it hurt,” Akira promised, leaning forward just once to kiss Hikaru on the lips. Carefully he positioned himself, and then with a careful thrust entered Hikaru. He began to move inside his lover, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.
“F-faster,” he heard Hikaru pant and complied. He kissed Hikaru again and their eyes met. Akira smiled, gently, taking in the sight. Hikaru’s face was flushed red, with water and sweat running down his face and his wet hair spread about on the blankets beneath, his light green eyes suddenly full of facets and hidden depths, like an emerald at the bottom of a pond in spring. His breath was quick, light, as full of urgency as his tone and face.
Akira continued to thrust inside Hikaru, one hand snaking down to touch Hikaru’s cock. It throbbed beneath his touch and Akira ran his fingers down the base. With one hand pressed firmly on the ground to steady himself, Akira continued to thrust inside Hikaru while trying his hardest to stroke his lover’s cock in tandem with his own movements. Akira felt a moan tear itself from his lips, sweat running down hi face. A small bit of pre-cum fell from Hikaru’s cock onto his fingers, and suddenly Akira felt himself reaching the brink. Pleasure coursed through him and he wasn’t even aware the his strokes had turned faster, harder, completely unaware that his thrusts were going deeper and that Hikaru was breathing at him to do still more, to continue to move faster and harder and deeper, unaware of everything but the sensations around him, running through him like wildfire, like a flower bursting out the ground to welcome the sun. He was unaware of it all until he heard Hikaru cry out and come in his hand, and then the dam burst and Akira too, reached orgasm, yelling Hikaru’s name.
He gave one last thrust and then pulled out of Hikaru, moving over to lie beside him. Akira’s hand was sticky with Hikaru’s cum; he wiped a bit off on the blankets and then brought the rest to his mouth, savoring the taste of his lover’s seed.
“That was--you gotta get revenge on me more often,” Hikaru said. His face was still flushed and he seemed tired, but his smile was as bright as ever. Akira glanced sideways at him, and his heart fluttered again, just as it had the very first time that smile had been directed his way. They lay in silence for a time, wrapped together, warm in the sun and glowing with unconcealed pleasure, until Akira abruptly stood and moved as if to go back inside the house, sweeping up his fallen robe as he went.
“Hey, where are you going?” Hikaru sat up in the tousled blankets, looking curious. Akira paused in the doorway and looked back at him.
“I just took a bath less than an hour ago and already I’m sticky and dirty. I thought I might take another one.” Akira smiled. “Would you like to join me?”
Without another word, he disappeared inside, Hikaru laughed, a clear and joyous sound, and then ran in after him.
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Yes, yes, it's fluffy as heck, I know. What do you want from a quickie (er,no pun intended)? Plus it's AkiHika since my last one was HikaAki. We must be fair, after all.