Think of something else

THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE

I have got to get over this, Eisen thought sadly. His flute lay forgotten beside him on the porch, sunlight glinting on its woody surface. Eisen had thought about playing it, just for practise, but he had simply sat there for ages, holding the flute, and come to the sad conclusion that he didn’t have one single note ringing inside him. It seemed like music had left him. He rested his violet head to the wall behind him and let out a sigh that sounded awfully like “Miko…”

He felt a bit sleepy. The heavy sunlight still shone bright red against his closed eyelids, and he felt his heart beating painfully. Have to let go… Have to let go… Every single beat told that, and still, every single beat kept holding on to the vague dream of his dearest Miko smiling, looking at him lovingly, which she hadn’t ever done. And why would she, for she had her Tenma and Minamoto and all her loyal knights keeping her company. Just to see her with those two made Eisen sick to his stomach from jealousy, and he hated himself for it.

Just then, the redness against his eyelids became black. Eisen heard a low, soft laugh, and realised that he wasn’t alone anymore. He opened his eyes and saw the beautiful, long, teal-coloured hair of his friend glowing in the sunlight.

“Tomomasa”, he said. The sun was shining behind the man’s head, but Eisen thought he could still make out a smile there greeting him, snatching away those stupid thoughts of his.

“Out for a nap, Eisen?” Tomomasa asked, his voice low and amused. Eisen got up and instinctively brushed his hand at the wooden flute.

“I was trying to practise”, Eisen confessed and smiled wearily. “But, you know how it is sometimes…”

“Really?”

“Well… Too warm for music.” Eisen looked away, but he already knew that Tomomasa wasn’t fooled. His smile was too sad; it had been that way for a long time now. Tomomasa knew this; Eisen’d be very surprised if there was anyone that hadn’t sensed it. Unrequited love shone like red cheeks; everyone saw it, but no one spoke about it as to not embarrass the blushed one. Eisen bit his lip and wished that Tomomasa would leave soon; he’d been jealous even towards him.

“Too true”, Tomomasa said easily, ignoring Eisen’s ‘blushed cheeks’ without effort, and sat down beside him. His kimono rustled a little, and as he let his weight down, a sigh escaped his lips. He leaned back, stretching his face towards the sun. Eisen looked up. Tomomasa had closed his eyes and seemed completely relaxed.

“I thought you were on an errand”, Eisen said, carefully avoiding the last part of the sentence (…for the Miko).

“I am”, Tomomasa replied, grinning. “I sort of escaped.”

“I bet Takamichi liked that.”

“He’s better at the research stuff anyway. I just get in the way.”

“I see.” Eisen looked up to the blue sky and sighed again, this time without a name hidden in it. He felt as if Tomomasa glanced at him sideways.

“You OK?” he asked with a softer voice than usual. It made Eisen’s heart heavier, but he still tried to smile, as unconvincing as it was.

“I’m trying, at least”, he responded truthfully. He heard Tomomasa heave a sigh, and quite suddenly, he felt his hand landing on his shoulder. Eisen looked at it, surprised.

“This isn’t good for you”, Tomomasa said, serious for once. Eisen could see his eyes; they were almost strange, as if someone else was looking through them. “You should do something to make you think of something else”, Tomomasa continued. “Something that’d help you.”

“Like what?” Eisen asked. Tomomasa didn’t reply. He tilted his head to one side, his emerald eyes on Eisen’s. Eisen felt a shudder running up his back suddenly; it was astonishing, unrelated to everything he’d just been thinking of. Somehow, Tomomasa’s serious face had brought it up.

“Come with me”, Tomomasa said then and got up. His hand slipped off Eisen’s back, and Eisen realised that he’d actually liked his hand being there. It had felt warm and comforting. Eisen stood up as well, wondering about this new face of his friend.

“Come where?”

“Just inside. This won’t take long.”

Tomomasa opened the paper door for Eisen, who walked past him to the shadowy room behind it. He’d always felt inferior when standing next to his tall and handsome friend, as he was short and, as he thought of himself, a bit scrawny and delicate. He turned to look at Tomomasa, who’d stepped in as well and closed the door behind him.

“What now?” Eisen asked him. Tomomasa turned his eyes on him; Eisen could have sworn that they gleamed in the dim room.

“Take off your yukata”, Tomomasa said. Eisen blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard what I said, Eisen. Take it off.”

“But… I’m not wearing anything underneath”, Eisen tried to smile. Tomomasa stepped forward, and Eisen could make out that his familiar, devilish smile had returned to his lips.

“I know.”

There was nothing to it. Eisen looked at his friend, still trying to find a sign that he was kidding, but none was given. Slowly, he lifted his hands to the belt that was bound to his hips, and started undoing it. Tomomasa looked on, smiling his crooked smile, as Eisen stripped his yukata off, hoping all the time that Tomomasa’d stop him at any minute. However, very soon, Eisen found himself standing in front of Tomomasa, completely naked.

His heart beat painfully fast as Tomomasa’s eyes surveyed his body. Eisen had always hated it; it was too pale, too weak, too soft to be a man’s body, but it did well to a priest that he was trying to become. However, he was more embarrassed than ever, when his friend’s eyes fell upon his crotch. Eisen bushed and hurried his hands to hide the thing he’d avoided to touch as much as possible all these years.

“No, don’t”, Tomomasa said and stepped over to take Eisen’s hands away. Eisen winced and closed his eyes from shame, as he felt the tingling on his penis, so familiar and forbidden, leading to catastrophe. Then, all of a sudden, Tomomasa’s grip loosened on his arm, and a quiet whisper filled Eisen’s senses.

“You’re beautiful.”

Eisen opened his eyes in amazement. Tomomasa was still smiling, but kindly this time. Without hesitation and with much more grace, he started to undo his kimono, his eyes never leaving Eisen’s. Soon, Eisen blushed ever deeper, as he saw his friend’s magnificent sculpture of a body standing before him. Still, he couldn’t look away. It was easier now that they both were without clothes; even a little smile flickered on Eisen’s lips.

“What now?” he asked.

Tomomasa didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted his hand on Eisen’s violet, long hair, and pulled his fingers through it. Eisen felt his hair land on his chest, and suddenly couldn’t breathe from the sensation. Like silk, it was, almost caressing his body. And, almost like accidentally, Tomomasa’s hand raised and landed on Eisen’s hip. A little moan escaped Eisen’s lips; the sensation was new to him. Tomomasa smiled again.

“You’re sensitive”, he said, his low voice dripping honey. It made Eisen’s crotch almost twinge; he felt his penis hardening, and he panicked.

“No!” he cried out and tried to step back, but Tomomasa was quicker. He grabbed Eisen by the hips and pulled him to a searing kiss that blinded Eisen’s vision with purple bolts of lightning. Their organ’s touched and grinded together, as Eisen gasped for air.

“I can’t… I’m a priest…”

“Even priests have bodies”, Tomomasa croaked, “and bodies have urges. Can you honestly stop now?”

Eisen looked at Tomomasa’s newly-discovered, serious eyes that were as seducing as a snake’s, hypnotizing its prey. Eisen tried to answer, but no words came out, just a sigh that sounded lewd even to Tomomasa, who needed no other permissions. His eyes glinted impishly.

“My thoughts exactly.”

Another electrifying kiss locked to Eisen’s lips, and his erection was complete, when Tomomasa’s tongue entered his mouth. The sensation was odd, both embarrassing and highly sensual at the same time. Eisen felt his knees give in, as Tomomasa’s firm arms became the only things keeping him from falling to the ground. He felt an urge that he’d never felt before, and didn’t even exactly know what it was.

“Tomomasa…” Eisen sighed, blushed, surrendering. “Please…”

“You’re so adorable”, Tomomasa purred. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.” He set Eisen down on the floor, like setting a sleeping princess to her bed, and flicked his tongue against Eisen’s pink nipple. Eisen had never even thought that it could give pleasure to someone; the function of nipples had hitherto been a mystery to him. However, he didn’t have much time to dwell on the mystery of anatomy, as his conscious mind was swept to his erect penis and the lips pressing around it. Tomomasa’s long wavy hair caressed the skin on his hips almost teasingly. Eisen let out a scream of surprise, which made him cum for the first time of his life.

“Well now”, Tomomasa’s thick voice came out, always jokingly, and he lifted his head to wipe the corner of his mouth. “I’d say you’re enjoying this.”

Eisen looked at him, but was too breathless to answer. Tomomasa looked at him wonderingly, then with a flicker of desire.

“Do you understand what that look of yours does to me?” he asked, mortally seducing. Eisen didn’t know why or how he knew it to be the right thing to do, but he lifted his hips from the floor, closer to Tomomasa’s teal hair. It brushed against his cock, making it erect again. Tomomasa looked at it, let his hand slip to Eisen’s ass, and let out a sigh. “Alright. But this is your fault, then.”

Eisen was dazed, as he watched Tomomasa’s perfect figure position itself between his thighs, his magnificent cock leaking. He gathered the precum with his finger, and the next thing Eisen felt was a lubed finger entering his ass. He let out a stuffy scream; this was something he’d definitely never imagined. And it felt incredibly good. He started to squirm in his pleasure.

“Very good”, Tomomasa breathed, and entered another finger. Eisen knew already where this was going, and the thought got him even more excited. His leaking cock got the needed attention from Tomomasa’s unoccupied hand, as it slowly started to mirror the rhythm of the fingers entering him.

Eisen was euphoric. The guilt and the embarrassment were long washed away from his mind; the only thing that penetrated it now was the expectance of something even more pleasurable, even more promising of rapture. “Hurry”, he panted, begging. “Tomomasa… Hurry.”

“Eisen… I can’t wait anymore. Here I go.”

Pain and pleasure seared Eisen’s body, as the bulging cock entered his ass. It made him see yellow and purple stars and moan out loud with every thrust. Tomomasa was grunting and pounding with all his might, pumping Eisen’s cock with his hand at the same time. He leaned over Eisen’s body to steal a sizzling kiss from his lips; Eisen screamed out loud as he felt Tomomasa’s heated semen enter his body, and came for the second time.

“Not bad for a priest”, Tomomasa whispered to Eisen’s ear, and chuckled. Eisen opened his eyes to his new, wonderful world of sensations, and smiled, exhausted, at his new best friend. Tomomasa lowered himself next to him and wrapped his arm across Eisen’s hip.

“That was…” Eisen started, but couldn’t find the words for it. Tomomasa smiled.

“So?” he asked. “Did I succeed?”

“In what?”

“Making you think of something else, of course.”

Eisen blinked, then laughed out loud. It was a long time since he’d laughed like that; perhaps he’d never laughed like that before. He picked some of Tomomasa’s teal hair into his fingers and smiled.

“Very much so.”