Sugar Cane

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Sugar Cane
By 11


Chapter 06

This ceiling wasn’t his.

Shuichi grimaced as his head throbbed as he tried to move it to look around the room. He didn’t recognize it, but after Hiro came in her figured he knew whose room it was.

“Hey, feeling any better?” Hiro asked.

“I could use a pain killer,” Shuichi said as he struggled to make his protesting body sit up. “What a headache, what happened last night at the party?”

“Not a whole lot, someone spiked the punch, but they usually always do too,” Hiro explained with a smile as he handed him some brand of painkiller and a glass of water. He must have known what his friend was going to wake up to. “At least you don’t feel like vomiting like most people do during a hang over.”

Shuichi swallowed the painkiller and handed Hiro the glass back. “Ah. Thanks.” He smiled. Hiro took the glass over to his desk and sat it down.

Looking back at his bed where Shuichi lay, it seemed he had fallen back asleep. Probably best for him if he did rest for now. Hiro thought with a small smile as he returned to sit on the bed by him. He was pretty cute when he slept, at least he didn’t drool or anything like that anyway.

He reached out and brushed a bit of his hair away from his face, but instead of drawing it back again he let it come to rest on his friend’s cheek. His lips were really pink, like some sort of candy maybe. He ate candy often enough, Hiro idly wondered if he would also taste like candy.

Without really thinking about it his thumb trailed over brushing Shuichi’s lips. He smiled lightly. He was asleep anyway, if he took a kiss, just a small one, it wouldn’t hurt anything.

Leaning down, carefully not to jerk the bed or anything that might accidentally wake Shuichi up, he leaned down to him. It was only the lightest ghosting of a kiss, just the gentlest brush of lips, but perhaps that was all it took, since now violet eyes were looking up at him.

Perhaps Shuichi had only pretended to be sleeping right then. But if so, why hadn’t he done anything before now?

“Oh, up again, Shuichi?” Hiro asked, trying to sound as normal as possible, not to betray his fear. Shuichi didn’t look upset, but he didn’t look anything in particular, and Shuichi never really got upset anyway so it was hard to tell.

“Hiro,” Shuichi started. “Why did you just kiss me?”

Okay crud. There was no way he was going to get out of this one. But Shuichi didn’t know! He could try and lie! Lie what? Tell him what?

Besides, could he even lie to him? “Sorry about that, Shuichi,” Hiro said managing to smile at his friend. “It’s just you were really cute, asleep.”

Shuichi only blinked at him once before sitting up to look at Hiro, pushing the covers off of him. “I like you, Shuichi,” Hiro admitted, though somewhat sadly, “I’m sorry.”

Shuichi leaned forward towards him and their lips met again, firmer this time. Hiro was shocked to say the least. He had never mistaken Shuichi for straight really, he was way too cute for that, with the hair and such, but he didn’t know that the boy was attracted to him also.

“Shuichi?” Hiro questioned, unsure as his friend broke the kiss, Shuichi only smiled at him as he lifted his arms around Hiro’s neck and allowing their lips to meet again, in a more passionate kiss, participated in by both Shuichi and Hiro.

His friend wasn’t drunk right now, and he had made the first move. Hiro cared about Shuichi a lot, and this was what he wanted, so who was he to complain?

Hiro placed his tongue near to Shuichi’s opening and was welcomed eagerly by an accepting wet tongue that rubbed and twined with his own wringing a moan from both boys. For a moment Hiro fought for dominance before Shuichi fell back and allowed his best friend to plunder his mouth and everything it had to offer.

Pocky.

Hiro was strongly reminded of strawberry pocky as he tasted the pink-haired boy beneath him. He could have kissed him there for most of the day except that his blood was pooling lower in his body.

Shuichi was the one who broke the kiss and leaned up to lick at Hiro’s neck, one of his hands twining up into the long dark reddish brown hair the guitarist possessed.

Hiro let out a contented sigh as the other boy’s soft lips caressed his skin. His hands had drifted down and were pulling up Shuichi’s shirt and they had to momentarily break from each other to get it over his head before their lips met again as if they had never broken it.

Hiro’s hands drifted across Shuichi’s bare upper body brushing over his nipples causing Shuichi to moan into his friend’s mouth as he fell back against the bed with Hiro over him.

The action felt somewhat familiar to him, but it wasn’t Hiro who had touched him that time… who had it been?

Shuichi didn’t have the time to wonder about it too long when Hiro’s mouth left his own to clamp over one of the small junctures on his chest.

Hiro’s teeth lightly grazing the skin while his tongue pressed and swirled over the little nub wringing a strangled yelp from the pink-haired boy below him.

Hiro drew back after a moment and Shuichi leaned up clamping his lips down on the older boy’s pale neck nipping slightly, grazing over it with his tongue leaving a trail of fire in it’s wake.

Shuichi tugged at Hiro’s shirt pulling it up over his head and flipped them over, so he was straddling the older boy and could gain better access to explore the other’s body.

“Shuichi…” Hiro whispered as the other boy’s hands stroked his sides his tongue trailing lower to clamp onto one of Hiro’s repaying the previous favor Hiro’s breathing turning harsher, as one of Shuichi’s hands rubbing over the quickly forming bulge in the older boy’s pants.

Deft hands make quick work of the guitarist’s jean pants before they joined both boys shirts on the floor of Hiro’s bedroom. Hiro couldn’t suppress a groan when Shuichi’s hand took his member and stroked it just so lightly fondling it so it grew stiff and taught as his mouth drifted lower until Shuichi rested directly between the other’s legs.

Shuichi purposely avoided the single most spot that Hiro wanted him to touch as he let his tongue trace patterns along the insides of his thighs and his hand just lightly stroking his friend’s manhood.

“Shuichi… don’t tease,” Hiro grunted as his hips bucked up to Shuichi’s hand involuntarily. Shuichi smiled up at him and moved taking just the head into his mouth, slowly taking him in further, but only inch by inch. Inch by agonizing inch.

Hiro muffled his groan of irritated impatience his hips involuntarily reaching upwards still trying to communicate his impatience that way.

Shuichi grinned inwardly as he watched Hiro writhe as he finally took all her could of the other boy into him, his tongue swirling lazily about the sides and up teasing the tip of his tongue into the small opening on the very tip of Hiro’s desire.

Hiro whimpered as he tried to arch his hips upwards. Shuichi chuckled at this his mouth sending vibrations through Hiro’s body, causing the other boy to gasp at the foreign feeling, Shuichi’s mouth moving more rapidly his tongue swirling against his opening and around his length.

“Shuichi…” Hiro breathed his hands gripping the sheets on the bed as he came into the other boy’s warm mouth.

Shuichi let go of his friend licking up the last trail of semen as he went and sat back on the bed laying down, Hiro glanced over at him. His friend hadn’t gotten his release yet, and he turned over to lay on top of Shuichi, “I’ll get that for you.”

That was all that was said before he relieved his friend of his pants as well and took the crying member into his mouth. Shuichi squeaked at the first action his hands going to tangle in Hiro’s long hair; though whether it was done to remove the offending heat or to press it down farther for the pleasure Hiro wasn’t sure.

Hiro’s mouth moved faster and rougher over Shuichi’s member than Shuichi had done with Hiro, but maybe he didn’t want to prolong the frustrated feeling of wanting release of his friend. Shuichi panted softly as he felt the delightful warmth move over him stroking and rubbing against his member ever cell sensitized beyond belief. Ryuichi had been good too, but Hiro was just so freaking hot, his mouth was like a tight furnace the pleasure mounting at so fast a rate he was surprised he could breathe at all through the intense heat.

Shuichi gasped a wordless cry as he came into his older friend’s mouth. Hiro gagged on it and let go, some of the seed spilling onto his sheets, but he’d have the wash them anyway. The younger boy fell back on the bed panting to catch his breath. Hiro crawled up to lie next to him, and for a few moments they rested.

Neither was sure who had asked the question first, but nonetheless the question had been asked. “So… what does that make us now?”

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