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"I would fly you to the moon and back if you'd
be-
If you'd be my baby..."
Rowen yawned his way into the
den, hoping for a flop on the sofa and a nap before dinner. It was a cold
fall afternoon, with steady rain kissing the windowpanes. The house smelled
pleasant and cozy, tinged with the aroma of Ryou's gourmet chili and the
scent of fabric softener from the basement, where Kento and Sage were doing
laundry. The rumble of the dryer and Ryou singing along softly to Xjapan
on the kitchen radio made a soft, furry noise that, mixed with the rain,
would have put sleeping pills out of usage if it could ever be bottled.
Rowen smiled. He adored days
like this, days were nothing huge happened, but where everything that was
really important in life did. Friends. Laughter. Safety. All the good stuff.
And of course, Ryou's trademark
armor of wildfire chili was not something to be sneered at either.
The indigo-haired archer caught
himself before vaulting over the couch back, belatedly realizing it was
occupied by someone who would doubtless object to being Rowen's landing
area.
Yuli was sprawled mostly on
the sofa, although one leg dangled off, threatening to expatriate itself.
He was face down, nose tucked into the crook of his elbow and his well-loved
yellow t-shirt had ridden up to his armpits at some point during his nap.
The afghan had also retreated to a wad at the end of the couch, and his
rumpled boxers might have been blue prior to their billionth washing. A
faint snore rose from the tousled mass of ebon hair and glass beaded braids.
Rowen grinned faintly. Poor
punk. He looked so cute and worn out... Ryou must be keeping him up past
his bedtime. Rowen reached down to disentangle the afghan from Yuli's ankles,
draping it back over his slumbering form. The house was old and drafty,
and the warning chill of autumn seeped in easily.
Rowen's knuckles brushed the
softly defined lines of Yuli's back and he hesitated, the edge of the blanket
still clutched in one hand. Nineteen, Rowen thought ruefully. Once upon
a time Yuli napping on the couch wouldn't have taken up half of the thing.
Now one hand and one foot dangled off the armrests.
Nothing lasts forever, and
that's good, Rowen thought. Although- but for the proof of time asleep
in front of him, the atmosphere of the house could have been that of five
years ago, of nine. But nobody stays nine. Rowen sighed. Just like nobody
stays fifteen. His fingertips gently traced the path of Yuli's spine, marveling
slightly at the graceful male form the boy had grown into. Ten years of
loyal and intense Kendo training under Sage probably had a lot to do with
it, but no amount of physical work could be responsible for the perfect
features, satin hair or honey-colored flawless skin.
"Mnnn..." Yuli stirred, and
Rowen tried to feign tucking the blanket in around his hips before recovering
his hand- not so fast as to make it seem like he was up to something. Yuli
blinked up at him fuzzily for a moment, indigo eyes glossy with sleep.
"Rowen?" Yuli rolled over, shifting himself up on one elbow. "M'sorry,
didn't know this spot was claimed."
"Nah, don' worry about it."
Rowen grinned. "Why ya so sleepy, hnn? Ryou not lettin ya sleep at night?"
Yuli blushed bright crimson,
his fingers worrying at the fringe of the crocheted afghan. "Just a sleepy
afternoon, I guess." He shrugged with one shoulder, then yawned, blinked,
and started to get up. "I'll go-"
Rowen waved him back down
with one hand. "Gezz, kid, first come first crash. I have a bedroom of
my own, ya know."
"But it's cold upstairs?"
Yuli's eyebrows frowned. He had never lost his childhood paranoia of being
an inconvenience to any of them. "Maybe... we could share? This thing has
RMS "Titanic" on it somewhere..." He gestured to the large couch. It was
certainly wide enough to hold them both, if they didn't mind getting cozy.
He smiled drowsily at Rowen.
"And it's already warm..."
Rowen paused, glancing back
at Yuli. He sat with his legs tucked against his chest, T-shirt and hair
rumpled, and one cheek red from where he'd been sleeping on it. His sleepy
smile was innocently seductive.
"I guess- I could..." Rowen
said thoughtfully.
Yuli beamed and shuffled over
to the back of the couch, snuggling in against Rowen's warm shoulders as
soon as the archer settled himself in front of him.
Rowen, unfortunately, was
not as sleepy as he had been. The couch WAS warm, and so was Yuli, his
breath soft and slightly moist against the exposed skin of Rowen's nape,
one arm around Rowen's waist, long fingers barely brushing his navel. Yuli
smelled good too, like honeysuckle shampoo and hot chocolate. It wasn't
what Rowen would term "comfortable".
More like, "sensual as hell"
"Much better, nee Toma-kun?"
Yuli's words made his body vibrate, shivering like a purr against Rowen's
back.
No. Much worse. Not better.
Yuli shifted, a drowsy noise
in his throat, and nuzzled his nose like a kitten into the soft spot behind
Rowen's ear. Rowen tried valiantly not to shift closer, or to recall kissing
Yuli that night amid the glitter waterball of the club. He certainly tried
not to think of Yuli's first night with Ryou, and the part he had played,
holding Yuli in his arms as Ryou made him shake.
Instead he made himself concentrate
that Yuli was RYOU'S, and that surely he didn't mean to be a temptation...
right?
Nahhhhh....
That's when Yuli's mouth brushed
against Rowen's earlobe, capturing it gently. His fingers, now obviously
intended to be in such a prime location, slid questingly lower, beneath
the blanket.
Rowen's whole body tensed
like his mystical bowstring. "Yuli!"
The younger boy released his
hold on Rowen's earlobe to speak, his hand moving slowly, undoing buttons.
"Just how innocent do you think I am, Ro-chan?" he chided softly. "Don't
you know that I want you?"
"I tried not to think about
it-" Rowen gasped, as Yuli's hand began to knead and shape the heat between
his legs. "guess I neva gave ya enough credit."
Geez... Ryou's gonna KILL me!!!
Rowen stifled his groan of need into the throw pillow, not really wanting
the whole house to know that Yuli had reached into the suddenly undone
fly of his jeans, past celestial print silk and was touching him. He tilted
his head back, not quite able to look at Yuli since they were spooned together.
"Whatsa mattah, anyway? I can't believe Ryou ain't enough for you."
Yuli's hand slowed thoughtfully.
"It isn't that.. he's... " Rowen almost felt the delirious smile, "WONDERFUL.
It's just that.. he's very...." Yuli struggled for the words.
"Intense?" Rowen suggested,
feeling rather so at the moment. In about ten minutes he was gong to take
Yuli and ask questions later.
"Yeah.. I guess that's it."
Yuli bit lightly at Rowen's shoulder, through his t-shirt. "And.. I want
to know how to... You know." Yuli cleared his throat slightly, and Rowen
grinned at the blush he knew emblazoned Yuli's cheeks. "I guess he likes
it enough when I-um.. but I'd like to know if uh.. I'm doing it right?"
Yuli winced. "Do you understand?"
"Mostly." Rowen grinned. "What
is it, exactly, that you want to do?" besides the list of things in my
head that I want to do to you?
"I want to know... god, I Can't SAY it, Rowen!"
Yuli's tone had gone to agonizingly embarrassed and frustrated, still running
his fingers over Rowen as though seeking distraction.
Rowen bit his lip to keep
from being distracted all over the couch.
"Then just show me."
Yuli hesitated only a moment,
and then Rowen felt his jeans being slowly pushed down to make a lump at
the end of the couch. His shirt was removed somewhat more hastily, and
Yuli managed to wriggle out of his own faster, finally pressing back against
Rowen.
"this," Yuli whispered, almost
sounding miserable, pressing his hips into Rowen's soft heat, nearly invading
him. Rowen sucked in a sharp breath. He hadn't expected that.
"Yuli-" Rowen began, and was
interrupted for the wrong reason. "Please Ro-chan?"
Yuli pleaded, his tears hot on Rowen's bare shoulder, his need hard and
insistent against Rowen. "You've taught me so much: stars and worlds and
books... teach me this."
Rowen smiled faintly. He wasn't
adverse to being taken, just to being taken DRY. "It's not that, Yul. First
off I wouldn't recommend doing that without-"
"Wait...." Yuli rummaged for
something hidden under the pillow. "I got that much." His laugh was nervous,
hidden in his throat.
Rowen pushed back against
him with a soft noise. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Yuli fumbled nervously, nodding
and forgetting that Rowen couldn't see him. He attended to himself first,
not realizing that his own touch would have felt so good. Rowen flexed
his thighs, angling his hips back.
"Now me," he whispered.
Yuli bit his lip, hesitantly
reaching down to touch Rowen, surprised that such simple contact could
make the warrior shiver like that. He wasn't even inside him, yet. He paused
before forcing entry into that tightness, surely it had to hurt-
"It doesn't-" Rowen answered
his thoughts, for some reason having trouble getting air. "Remember...
how I touched you. Remember?"
Like Yuli could ever forget.
He slipped one finger inside. Rowen groaned, his hand going between his
legs. Yuli blinked at the sensation, for some reason the tightness pulsing
around his hand made his sex throb in agreement. He slid his finger in
and out, testingly.
Rowen flashed a grin over
one shoulder. "Ya don' hafta try me, Yuli. I ain't no virgin. "
"Oh..." Yuli quickly and regretfully
removed his hand. "I didn't know-"
"Unnnnn.. . " Rowen pushed
his hips back. "Take me."
"Like this?" Yuli maneuvered
himself carefully, and felt Rowen right against him, hotter than he had
expected. "Should I- Slow or-"
"MMM!!" Rowen's hand tightened
on the throw pillow, trying not to submit to his own touch. "NOW!"
Yuli took a shuddering breath,
and eased in. Or planned to, anyway. He got less than halfway before the
ease became an urgent shove. Rowen's body rocked foreword, and he gasped,
eyes going wide.
"Sorry!" Yuli cringed, shaking
from the effort of holding still when his entire being screamed at him
to thrust hard and fast into that perfection. Rowen was pulsing and hot
and so ALIVE all around him, more so than he'd ever thought it would feel.
"Yuli," Rowen managed, roughly.
"Never, EVER be sorry for THAT!"
"I'm... doing it right?"
Rowen bared his teeth in what
was probably meant as a grin. "Uh-huh... "
He tilted his head enough to see one anxious
blue eye and a pouty lower lip caught worriedly between white teeth. He
winked faintly. "Yuli?"
"Yes?" Yuli's brow furrowed
anxiously.
Rowen smiled like it hurt,
letting his hand move freely on his sex again, turning his head into the
pillow. "Fuck me. "
Yuli would never have thought
that two words could have that kind of effect on his body, but his hips
seemed to lunge forward into Rowen of their own volition, as if they could
comprehend Rowen's words like reflex. "Uhhhn!!" He couldn't stop, he couldn't
slow down, trying to muffle himself against Rowen's shoulder. "Ro.. am..
Am I-?"
"Harder," Rowen panted, reaching
behind to guide Yuli's hand to his sex. "and higher. There's a place where-"
Yuli hit it, dead center.
"UNNNN!!" Rowen jerked, clamping
his teeth down on the upholstered pillow. Yuli didn't need instruction,
he needed applause.
"there?" He gaped, hand moving
faster. Rowen clutched the pillow, nodding.
"Again- un!"
"Rowen...! "
"HARDER."
"I-I can't- I'll-"
"Harder, Damnit, Yuli!! Before
I- AH! Mmm....." Rowen's urgent retort slowed into a soft hungry groan,
as Yuli stopped trying to be nice and gave in. His hand on Rowen's sex
moved frantically, in time with every aimed thrust.
Yuli buried himself over and
over in Rowen, lost even to the muffled noises the archer made. He'd never
known what it was like to take someone who told you what felt good and
what felt even better. Ryou didn't talk much. He made wonderful noises,
but not instruction. Rowen shuddered suddenly, making a harsh sound, and
Yuli felt the tightness clench repeatedly around him, and wet on his hand.
His eyes went wide. He'd never been able to make Ryou finish, not like
that. He hadn't known
it would feel so-
"Ah! Rowen!!"
Rowen let a faint, exhausted
smile trace his features, as Yuli whimpered and surged helplessly inside
him. His sated sex, still grasped in Yuli's hand, throbbed in sympathy.
Yuli slumped down behind him,
still mostly inside, but nature would make that impossible in a few moments.
His breathing was rapid and harsh, but slowing.
"Ya okay, Yul?"
Yuli nodded. "yeh."
Rowen sighed. "I think I might
have to show ya a few more things," He said slyly, eyes closed. "ya know...
just for practice?"
"Just as long as it's LATER."
Yuli replied. "No wonder Ryou's always tired."
"Now maybe you can occasionally
relive him of that duty, huh?"
"Yes," came a different voice,
from the other side of the room. "Maybe he can."
Rowen sat up like a shot,
blinking at Ryou's threatening shadow in the doorway. "Uhhh.. Ryou! Um...
Ah... " Rowen fumbled completely.
I'm gonna die.....
Yuli peered anxiously over
Rowen's shoulder. "Ryou? I guess.. I should have asked-?"
Ryou winked.
Rowen shook his head slightly.
"What, you think I'm gonna
be MAD?" Ryou folded his arms, spoon still held in one hand.
"Ya- aren't?" Rowen asked.
He knew they were free with each other but sleeping with Yuli was like-
sleeping with Mia!
Ryou shrugged. "of course
not. I got to WATCH." He grinned like a tiger. Rowen put his face in his
hands, he had no idea how long Ryou had been there. Yuli blushed.
"Now get cleaned up," Ryou
turned back towards the kitchen. "Dinners ready. But-" He turned on his
heel, and smiled in a way that implied doom. "Dessert is up to ME."
The door swung shut behind him.
At dinner, even Kento had the decorum not to inqure about the blue glass bead that was braided into Rowen's hair.
Finis.
