Walking Wounded

You have no idea how happy I was when this chapter was finished! Done! After years, and years, it's DONE!

CHAPTER 8

Shishido’s leg bounced impatiently, rattling the table. Watching Choutarou eat was entertaining, but he could only handle so much. They were sleeping in the same bed tonight, in an empty house. Shishido had already started placing bets with himself, just how long would he last until Choutarou kicked him out of the bed. 5 minutes? 10? Maybe he wouldn’t kick him out, maybe he would let Shishido have his way.

A tremor ran down his spine; imagine if Choutarou let him have his way. Finally not stopping him, Shishido was planning on having his hands everywhere!

He was most definitely going to get banished to the guest room.

Resting his chin in his palm he watched Choutarou finishing off his dinner, long fingers balancing the thin chop sticks, reddened lips sliding across the ivory. Shishido shivered, it was going to be a god damn long night.

Choutarou smirked, “you’re staring at me.”

Shishido blushed, “you take forever to eat!”

“I do not, you just eat too fast.”

Shishido crossed his arms, “pardon me for being hungry!” He continued to tap his foot, arms crossed as he frowned.

“All right, all right,” Choutarou laughed, “I’m done!” He slid back from the table, rolling his eyes.

Shishido moaned softly, watching the slight sway of Choutarou’s hips as he walked. Why had he never noticed that before? Choutarou always wore his pants low on his hips, but his shirts fit long, so you couldn’t really tell. When Choutarou reached up to put the freshly washed dish away, his shirt rode up, exposing his lower stomach. Shishido had to bite his lip to stop another moan.

Choutarou smiled devilishly, Shishido wasn’t the only one with an ulterior motive that night. He wasn’t entirely sure what he had planned for that night, but that voice in his head had finally got the better of him.

He dried his hands off on a dish towel, turning to face Shishido. His partner’s eyes never rose to his face, but stuck to his hips, which he had cocked off to the side. “Bed?”

Shishido’s eyes finally wandered up to his face, “sure.” Shishido didn’t think he was going to make it through the night, if Choutarou fell asleep right away he was going to cry. Choutarou had that stupid ability to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, so if he left Shishido alone – and turned on, he was most definitely going to cry. Like a girl.

The stairs creaked as the two made their way up, Shishido falling a few steps behind to watch Choutarou’s pants gather below his backside when he lifted a leg. His stomach knotted itself so badly he thought he was going to be sick. Once in the bedroom Choutarou pulled off his shirt, the strong muscles of his back flexed as he lifted his arms, shoulder blades rotating. His jeans sat just below the curve of his backside, the hem of his briefs peeking above them.

Yup, Shishido was going to be sick.

“Toilet,” he muttered before spinning on his heel, missing the sly grin Choutarou passed him. The bathroom lights blinded him momentarily, freezing him in place. Alright, so maybe he wasn’t going to be sick, but his stomach was so twisted he figured it probably resembled a demented pretzel. He couldn’t figure out why he was so nervous, it wasn’t like it was his first time. His first with Choutarou maybe, but there was no guarantee they were going to do anything! Shishido splashed water on his face, quit being an idiot! He mentally scolded himself. Straightening, he looked defiantly in the mirror; you’re repairing your relationship! Relax! Nodding, he left the bathroom to go back to Choutarou’s room.

Choutarou had changed into a pair of plain blue pajama bottoms, which sat dangerously low on his hips.

Shishido’s resolve failed, stomach knotting again, “uh, I didn’t bring anything.”

Choutarou turned to him, startled, not realizing he had already entered the room, “ah, no problem …you feeling alright?”

Fuck no, “yeah, I’m fine.” Shishido shrugged, “can I borrow a pair of bottoms?”

Choutarou grinned mischievously, “no.”

Shishido’s eyebrows rose, “what?” He froze as Choutarou’s eyes raked over him, oh damn. Oh damn! “Oh …” Choutarou was definitely out to make this night as difficult as possible!

Choutarou smiled again, the dark shadows of the room making him look almost sinister. Shishido was sure that look made his brain yell, ‘fuck it, you’re on your own!’.

Eyes locked with Choutarou’s he slowly pulled off his shirt, bottom first. Maybe he wouldn’t get kicked out, maybe it was Choutarou who needed to be banished to the guest room.

Choutarou’s snicker startled Shishido, “what?” He asked; voice gruff. Was Choutarou seriously LAUGHING at him?

“You’re blushing.”

Shishido cursed quietly, of course he was blushing! “You’re staring at me!”

“Well, if you moved a little faster I wouldn’t have to stare.”

Shishido pouted, here he was horny as a mother-fucker, and Choutarou was making fun of him! Narrowing his eyes he stared evenly with Choutarou, unbuckling his belt. Choutarou’s tongue peeked out from between his lips, swiping across them.

Well, fuck. Shishido started blushing again, with his blood rushing in both directions, Shishido was sure he’d pass out before he ever made it into the bed. “Would you quit that!” In all truth, he didn’t want Choutarou to stop at all! But, he was slowly getting pissed off. Choutarou never had the upper hand, usually being the blushing nervous one. How did the tables turn? Where did that masculine confidence come from? Shishido always found himself melting when it came to dominant men, which was probably what drew him to Akutsu in the first place…

… Ah! “Choutarou, I know what you’re trying to do, I don’t want you to do something you really don’t want to.”

Choutarou slowly stalked towards him, “what am I trying to do?”

Shishido swallowed; the look in Choutarou’s eyes made his legs feel weak, “be like Akutsu.”

Choutarou stopped, ouch, “maybe at one point I thought that if I was more like him, you’d never leave me,“ Choutarou slowly backed Shishido up against the wall, “but now …” he braced both hands on the wall above Shishido’s head, towering over him, “I’m not that naïve, if I acted like Akutsu, then you really wouldn’t be wanting me. So I’m being myself …”

Himself? Since when was Choutarou that good of a predator? “Really?” Shishido couldn’t get his voice to rise above a whisper; his air seemed to catch at the lump in his throat.

“Mh,” Choutarou pressed his mouth to the top of Shishido’s head, letting the others short hair tease his lips, “I grew up without you noticing, now I’d like to show you what you missed.”

Oh damn, Shishido’s eyes clenched shut - only Choutarou could turn him on and make him feel like an ass at the same time. Shishido felt Choutarou’s hands ghost along his shoulders, one moving up his neck, the other down his arm. Choutarou’s soft lips pressed to his own, gentle, experimenting. His thumb pressed against the bottom of Shishido’s chin, hand curving around his neck to press his fingertips into the hair at the base of his head. His body trembled, Choutarou’s hands were so warm, they were always warm, but where they touched seemed to burn. Shishido tilted his head up, the soft kisses were nice, but he wanted more. Wanted as much as he could get before Choutarou realized what was happening and stopped them. Choutarou chuckled, pulling back from the kiss, Shishido pouted and attempted to follow.

“Ah-ah, tonight it’s my turn,” Choutarou used the hand against his neck to keep him back. The hand that was running down his arm brushed down against his hips, pressing him back against the wall.

The alcohol in Shishido’s system made his head swim, maybe this wasn’t actually happening, and it was just a drunken stupor? Choutarou licked the bottom of his earlobe, nope, not a dream, definitely real!

Shishido moaned, trying to raise his arms. Choutarou locked both to the wall, using them to brace himself as he leaned forward. Nudging Shishido’s head back he ran his teeth down Shishido’s throat, trailing his tongue back up. Shishido whined, flexing his arms; Choutarou only chuckled.

Make him beg.

He moved along to Shishido’s shoulder, nipping along his collar. Little red marks blossomed on his skin. Making sure to keep himself far enough away from Shishido so that their bodies didn’t touch he licked back across Shishido’s collar and then moved down the centre of his chest. Shishido arched his hips forward, trying to rub against his partner. Choutarou trailed his mouth over to one side of Shishido’s chest, lips surrounding one nipple. Shishido inhaled sharply, arching his back. Tongue traced around it, teeth worrying it gently.

“Jesus fuck,” Shishido hissed, head knocking against the wall.

Choutarou chuckled, “don’t throw your head back too hard, you might knock yourself out …and then I’d be forced to rape your unconscious body.”

Shishido moaned loudly, he didn’t know why that sounded so sexy, but at this moment, Choutarou could say anything and it would be sexual.

“If I let your arms go, do you promise to keep them at your sides?” Choutarou’s breath washed over Shishido’s chest, sending goose bumps along his skin.

Shishido nodded weakly, he really didn’t want to keep them against the wall, but if it kept Choutarou doing what he was doing, then they were damn well going to stay there. Choutarou moved his hands against the wall on either side of Shishido’s hips, slowly sliding onto his knees. Mouth trailed down Shishido’s stomach, the tip of his tongue following the dip in his stomach muscles. Shishido shuddered when Choutarou’s breath seeped through his jeans – he hadn’t actually gotten around to taking them off. Choutarou carefully peeled down the zipper, then let the jeans fall to the floor. Shishido watched him through his eyelashes, his eyes kept fighting to close, but there was no way in hell he was going to miss Choutarou on his knees in front of him. This wasn’t something he got to see very often.

Passing by his partner's erection, Choutarou instead kissed along the inside of his thigh, nipping him gently. Shishido moaned, Choutarou’s soft hair brushed along his shaft, making him tremble. His knees shook as large hands slid up his legs, pushing them open wider.

Fingers slowly encircled the base of Shishido’s erection as Choutarou let out an experimental lick. Shishido jerked and moaned, eyes widening. Choutarou pressed his lips to the head, letting out another tentative lick. The brunet jerked again. Taking the entire head into his mouth, Choutarou swirled his tongue around it, Shishido’s head knocked against the wall again as he groaned.

Choutarou wasn’t usually the one to go down on his partner, Shishido usually being the aggressor, but now …he wondered why he hadn’t done this before. He mimicked the same methods Shishido had briefly used on him, eliciting different moans from him. His scent was strong, but not unpleasant. Taking him as far into his mouth as he could, Choutarou slid up and down, using his tongue to massage the underside of Shishido’s shaft.

“Choutarou! Oh fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna come!” Shishido grabbed onto his broad shoulders, pushing him back.

Choutarou let his cock slide from his mouth, watching as Shishido shuddered. He stood up, letting Shishido press himself against him. The smaller male tilted his head up to be kissed, but Choutarou turned his head away.

Shishido chuckled, “I don’t care if you taste like me,” grabbing either side of Choutarou’s head he turned him back towards him, mouth hungrily pressing to his.

Choutarou shrugged slightly before pressing his tongue into Shishido’s mouth. Moaning, he wrapped his arms around Choutarou’s neck and shoulders, forcing them as tightly together as possible. Choutarou’s hands grabbed his backside roughly, pulling his hips forward. The soft material of his pajama’s rubbed against Shishido’s wet shaft, making him shudder.

The real thing that made him shudder was the hard erection within those pajama’s. Taking his arms from around Choutarou’s neck he grabbed the hem of the pajama’s, yanking them down as far as he could reach. Both boys gasped when their erections pressed together.

“Please, please don’t stop me tonight!” Shishido begged.

“I have no intentions to,” Choutarou purred, dipping his head again to kiss Shishido’s neck.

Oh fuck. Shishido pushed the taller male back, smiling as he dropped to his knees. Choutarou braced both hands on the wall as Shishido wasted no time in completely swallowing his cock. He moaned, Shishido was far better at this than he was. He enjoyed watching his erection disappear into his partner’s mouth, and then reappear covered in saliva. He shuddered, dropping one hand to lace into Shishido’s hair. He always enjoyed when Shishido did this for him, but fear of his father finding out always made him stop.

To hell with it all tonight! His father could walk in at that moment, with his cock half way down Shishido’s throat and he wouldn’t care! Tomorrow was the time to worry about all of that.

Shishido’s blunt nails dug into his thighs as he sucked feverishly. And as Choutarou promised, he wasn’t stopping him. Shishido started to hum out of sheer happiness. Choutarou cried out, hand tightening in his brown hair.

“Whatever the fuck you’re doing Ryou, don’t stop,” he rocked his hips.

Shishido moaned, cock twitching in his lap. He continued to hum, bringing one hand up to cup Choutarou’s sack. Choutarou moaned and thrust his hips forward again, Shishido loosened his mouth and relaxed his throat so he wouldn’t choke himself. Sucking harder, Choutarou’s rocking hips became more urgent, hand clinging tighter to his hair.

“Oh fuck,” Choutarou leaned forward until his forehead was against the wall, arm hooked over his head.

Shishido smiled, sucking harder and faster. With a cry and final thrust of his hips, Choutarou came, hard. Shishido swallowed quickly, lips massaging as much out as he could. Choutarou’s hips spasmed and he pulled back, the last bit of his cum splattering Shishido’s lips. Shishido leaned back against the wall, licking his lips. He smiled up at Choutarou, who smiled lazily down at him.

“I have no idea why I ever stopped you,” Choutarou sighed.

Shishido laughed, hand lazily stroking Choutarou’s softening erection. He moaned softly.

“I’m so glad I’m young,” he pulled Shishido up off the floor and kissed him. He could still taste the salty bitterness of his semen, but honestly, he didn’t care.

He kicked off his bottoms as he pushed Shishido towards his bed, mouths sliding against one another. He arched over Shishido, who lay on his back on the bed, knees bent. He gladly would have taken Shishido against the wall, but he figured with his inexperience, the bed was probably the safest bet. Maybe next time.

Shishido threw his arms around Choutarou’s neck again, pulling him down against himself. He hooked one leg around Choutarou’s hips, forcing them together again. He moaned as he felt Choutarou harden against him – so that’s what he meant by being young.

“You don’t need to rest or anything?” Shishido teased, rolling his hips.

“No!” Choutarou grabbed him under the behind and slid him higher up on the bed. Crawling over him he forced Shishido’s legs apart and up. Shishido’s smaller body easily melded to his own, every curve being pressed against him.

The fleeting thought that maybe he should be on top passed across Shishido’s mind, but he dismissed it. Even if he had to guide Choutarou the whole way, he wanted him inside of him.

Shishido pulled away from Choutarou momentarily, sliding his hips further up the bed. Choutarou’s cock slid down between his legs, resting against the back of his thigh. Sliding himself back down, he felt his shaft slide up under his backside. Choutarou moaned, thrusting his hips.

Choutarou panted, mouth kissing Shishido’s collar lazily, “I-I’m not really sure …”

Shishido smiled, rubbing his shoulders comfortingly, “I know, I’ll show you.”

Shishido twisted, leaning on his elbow as he dug around in Choutarou’s bedside table. Choutarou took the opportunity to explore Shishido’s upper back, mouth sliding over his shoulder blades.

Shishido moaned, hand faltering. He twisted himself further, giving Choutarou more access to his back. Choutarou wasted no time, hand sliding down Shishido’s stomach to stroke his cock as he nipped and licked at the muscles of Shishido’s back. He licked down Shishido’s side and over his hip, mouth hovering over the small dip above his tailbone. He slowly trailed his tongue between Shishido’s rear, tip finding the small hole.

“Oh fuck,” Shishido hung his head as Choutarou slowly rimmed him. His hand finally fell on the small bottle he had stashed in there long ago. Flinging his hand back he hit the bottle off Choutarou’s shoulder. He then turned completely onto his stomach, raising his hips. Choutarou laughed, looking at the bottle that had hit him.

“When did you hide lube there?” He let his finger trail around.

Shishido’s answer was muffled into the pillow. Choutarou shrugged and dipped his head back down, tongue pushing just slightly past the tight ring of muscle. Shishido screamed into the pillow, pushing his hips completely off of the bed. Choutarou licked back up to his tail bone, nipping. He nudged Shishido’s entrance with his middle finger, feeling it tighten around him. Squeezing the bottle into his hand without looking ended up creating a bigger mess, but neither boy really cared.

The lube ran down the back of Shishido’s leg, he giggled and shifted, muttering, “it’s cold!”

“Sorry,” Choutarou chuckled against his lower back.

Hand covered in lube, he palmed his entire crack, finally pushing his finger against the hole again. It slid in easily, and Choutarou pressed until he was knuckle deep. Shishido moaned, pushing his hips up against Choutarou’s chest. He slid in a second finger, feeling the muscles clench around them. He moaned, wiggling and sliding around his fingers. Shishido moaned loudly and stretched out, chest against the bed and hips angled directly towards Choutarou, almost cat-like in his stretch. Choutarou pumped his fingers in and out, adding more lube. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Shishido with his inexperience. He finally added in a third finger, feeling Shishido’s back tighten as he slowly slid it in.

“So tight,” he murmured.

Shishido chuckled, “it’s been a little while since I last had sex …”

Choutarou faltered for a moment. Shishido buried his face in the bed spread, “sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up …”

Choutarou shook his head, then realized Shishido couldn’t see him, “no, it’s ok …” He pushed his fingers forward, and Shishido instantly forgot what he was saying.

Shishido wiggled his hips, “if you don’t stop that I’m gonna come with just your fingers up my ass …”

Choutarou couldn’t help but laugh, Shishido was getting flustered and impatient. “How do you wanna …do it?”

Shishido thrust his hips back at him, “just put it in and we’ll figure that out later!”

Choutarou rose up on his knees behind Shishido, using his hand to guide himself in. The muscles clamped tightly around the head and he stopped. Shishido keened impatiently, trying to slam his hips back. Choutarou grabbed him firmly so he couldn’t impale himself.

“Let me do it,” he slid forward slowly, hands tightening around Shishido’s hips.

He wasn’t expecting any of what he encountered - the warmth, the sheer tightness of being inside Shishido. Again he wondered, why hadn’t he done this sooner!? He forced himself in as far as he could go, feeling the bones of Shishido’s backside pressing against his hips. Shishido stretched himself out further, hands against the wall. He still had his chest against the bed, face down.

Choutarou wanted to see Shishido’s expression, but if Shishido thought it was better this way, than he would have to go along. He slowly slid back out, Shishido’s muscles clenched around him, as if trying to keep him inside. He continued on slowly, easing in and out of the smaller male.

Shishido whined impatiently, rocking his hips and making small thrusts as best he could with Choutarou’s tight grip on him, “I know you don’t want to hurt me, but this slow pace is killing me!”

Choutarou leaned forward, kissing the back of Shishido’s shoulders. He braced his hands on the bed just under Shishido’s arms and suddenly snapped his hips forward. The slap of their hips sounded awfully loud in his small room. A scream was torn from Shishido’s throat, it was about damn time!

“Do that again! Don’t stop,” he begged, rising up on his arms to push his back against Choutarou’s chest.

Choutarou snapped his hips again, and without stopping, pulled back and snapped in again. Shishido screamed with every thrust, one arm raised to cling to Choutarou’s neck. Choutarou buried his face in the back of Shishido’s collar, biting him.

“Sit back!” Shishido pushed back with his hips, nudging Choutarou back into a seated position. Shishido tucked his legs under himself as he rode Choutarou, arm still hooked around Choutarou’s neck.

Choutarou moaned loudly, arms wrapping around Shishido’s stomach. He grabbed Shishido’s cock roughly, jerking him as he bounced in his lap. Shishido leaned forward, using his upper body as well as his knees to drive himself down onto Choutarou. He leaned back on his arms, watching Shishido’s back flex as he rode him. His shoulder blades stuck out from his back, spine twisting like a snake as he swiveled his hips. Sweat rolled down his back, making his skin glisten. Choutarou leaned forward again, licking a trail of sweat up Shishido’s spine. Shishido moaned, snapping his hips down and back.

All of a sudden he let out a shrill scream; shuddering. He repeated the motion, having found a spot inside himself that set off lights behind his eyes when hit. Choutarou grabbed his hips, afraid Shishido was going to pull himself directly off of him with his efforts.

“I want to see you,” he panted, mouth behind Shishido’s ear.

Shishido pulled completely off of him and threw himself back onto the bed on his back. He spread his legs as wide as they would go, inviting Choutarou back inside of him. Choutarou leaned forward, capturing Shishido’s mouth. Sweat covered both of them, the salty taste on each others lips. Shishido reached between the two, fingers coaxing Choutarou’s erection up between his legs. Using the tips of his fingers he nudged Choutarou’s shaft down, back to his eager hole. He raised his knees as Choutarou thrust into him, pushing as deep as he could. Shishido tossed his head back. Choutarou latched back onto his neck, leaving more red marks over his neck and collar. Nails raked up his bare back as Shishido pulled his knees up towards his chest, angling his hips better. Choutarou thrust wildly into him, one hand braced on the wall above their heads. He watched Shishido’s face, the other moaning madly, biting his bottom lip.

Shishido recognized the pace, knowing that Choutarou was getting close. Not wanting to be left behind he reached between them and started jerking himself off. Choutarou raised himself up higher so he could watch. His cock sliding inside the smaller body, Shishido’s hand frantically pulling at his dark erection. Choutarou threw himself down, forcing his tongue into Shishido’s mouth.

“Shit!” Shishido gasped and arched, squeezing his hand as he came. Choutarou took his hand off the bed and joined Shishido’s, jerking his orgasm out of him.

Choutarou hadn’t expected Shishido to clench around him so tightly, and with a startled moan he came hard once again, filling the small male. He snapped his hips forward as he coaxed out his orgasm and then collapsed onto his elbows, panting.

Shishido chuckled sleepily, kissing Choutarou’s neck and cheek. “If I had known you fuck like that, I would have come back in time and kicked my own ass for straying from you! That was well worth waiting for!”

Told you so~ the voice in Choutarou’s head sang.

Choutarou slowly pulled himself out of Shishido’s warm body, shuddering at the sliding sensation. Shishido moaned, head lolling back against the pillows.

Maybe he was now ready to face his father. Lacing his fingers together with Shishido’s he wanted to. Maybe in time his family would understand, maybe they wouldn’t. But, lying next to Shishido he came to the conclusion there was no other place he’d rather be.