At the gym

Title At the gym
Fandom Hajime no Ippo (Fighting Spirit)
Pairing Kimura - Miyata
Rating NC-17
Word count nearly 5000
AN: Really wanted to write some MALE PORN although I'm NOT very good at that. In fact I feel like I'm repeating myself when I write sex scenes, sorry about being so lame. Anyway, this's a (belated) fic for Kimura's 38th birthday which was last weekend.


Kawahara Boxing Gym just a while before closing time. The locker room had quietened down, practically everyone had already left the place and gone home.

"Nnngh... Kimura-san..." However, such a weak moan could be heard somewhere near the lockers.

If an outsider had stepped inside and tried to localize the origin of that noise, that person would have soon found one of that gym's most well known boxers leaning his back against one of the lockers his sweat pants round his ankles. Yes, that indeed was Miyata Ichirou, who was moaning, his face all flushed and his eyes closed. Right in front of him on his knees was another man whose name Miyata was obviously repeating over and over again. That man's face was buried pretty deep into Miyata's crotch and therefore it was hardly unclear what exactly they were up to at the moment. Their current activity became even clearer because of the occasional slurping sounds that evidently resulted from all of that licking and sucking. Perhaps that was also why Miyata pressed his head more against the locker and seemed to tighten the grip of that other man's dark hair with his fingers that were covered in those curls.

"Kimura-san... Not... Here..."

The man addressed as Kimura slowly raised his head to look up at Miyata.

"Miyata, the place doesn't matter when you are tempted," Kimura said somewhat breathlessly. "And there's no one else here but Kawahara-san. He doesn't know anything about us and he'll barely come here since he knows that you're only going to wash yourself after practice."

"But... I haven't even washed myself yet!"

"Well, that's what comes next," Kimura smiled and teasingly licked the head of Miyata's cock. "However, first I gotta take care of this thing here to the very end."

"Kimura-san!" Miyata tried to object but it was futile. The slick tongue was already stroking his cock again.

At the same time Kimura slipped his other hand under Miyata's t-shirt, gently fondling his stomach, moving one of his fingers in circles in Miyata's navel, and eventually searched for the other stiff nipple that he slowly began to pinch. To see how Miyata was reacting to all that, Kimura let the cock slide out of his mouth so that his tongue could still lick the slit.

"Nngh... Aaah..." Miyata kept on moaning.

From the look on Kimura's face it would have been easy to conclude that he was highly pleased for what he had achieved. For a while he spun his tongue around the head of Miyata's cock until he swallowed up the whole thing, beginning to suck it fervently.

"No! Kimura-san... Aaah... Come... I'm gonna come... Nnngh...!" There was no end to Miyata's moans. "Let go! I'm coming…!"

But such a thing didn't bother Kimura at all. Instead he let Miyata's come to flow straight into his mouth, and some of it seemed to end up on his face as well when he had eventually taken the cock out of his mouth to milk it with his hand.

"Look, now it seems that I'm in need of a wash myself," Kimura uttered a laughter slowly getting up on his feet, still rubbing Miyata's twitching cock and fingering his other exposed nipple.

As a reply he got mere gasping. And since Miyata didn't disapprove it, Kimura undressed the rest of his clothes as well as his own clothes, leaving them all in a pile on the bench beside the lockers.

"So let's go for that wash now," Kimura said then taking Miyata's hand in his and lead him into the shower room all the way to the hindmost shower booth.

"Miyata," Kimura sighed amorously turning on the shower, letting the water spray down their naked bodies. "You know it's been a long time. I want you."

Then Miyata finally looked at Kimura into his eyes and pressed himself against his body.

"Yes I do know," Miyata said quietly. "But why right here…"

Kimura licked Miyata's earlobe and gave him a light kiss on his cheek before pressing his nose against Miyata's nose.

"What kind of dating is that when there's no time to meet or see each other? That's nothing at all, talking on the phone is nowhere near enough," Kimura began. "I want to be with my lover, I want to show my love to you, and most of all, I want to make love to you, Miyata."

Those words made Miyata blush even deeper. He turned his face away from Kimura's to stare silently at the wall.

"Kimura-san... You always appeal to love but, to my mind, it's not the same as sex," Miyata muttered a slight bit of hesitation in his voice.

Silence captured the little space where they were standing. The only sound breaking it was the rush of water that poured down from the showerhead. It ran rapidly towards the floor and flowed straight into the floor drain. While Miyata was watching how the water flowed freely, Kimura had let go of him and turned his face directly towards the shower. At the same time the very last drops of Miyata's come flowed away from his face along with the water. When Miyata glanced at him covertly, he noticed how sad the look on Kimura's face was. If he hadn't known better, he could have easily been fooled to think that the drops of water flowing along Kimura's face were tears and not just the water that poured down from the nozzle.

Kimura slid his hands through his hair and suddenly began to speak. "I agree with you. But in any case, in our relationship sex is different than in anyone else's relationship."

After saying that, he turned around and was clearly about to leave. But then he came to a halt right in front of Miyata.

"May I borrow a towel from you?"

Speechlessly Miyata just nodded, but realized then that Kimura wasn't able to see it because he had turned his back to him.

"Kimura-san," Miyata said eventually, although he wasn't certain of what he was about to explain. But at least Kimura turned around to face him, at which point Miyata could comprehend much better what was going on. Solely for that sight alone it was easy to come to the conclusion that for quite some time his partner hadn't been masturbating at all. His eyes wide-open Miyata stared unashamedly at Kimura's crotch.

When Miyata didn't continue to talk, Kimura gave a deep sigh and asked what he had been about to say.

"Why?" Was the only word that Miyata was able to utter.

"You turn me on," Kimura replied unambiguously without giving any further thought to what exactly Miyata had meant by saying that single word. On the other hand, it might have been as clear as a day since Miyata's eyes where still stuck on Kimura's genital area.

Perhaps Miyata's brain did absorb Kimura's reply in spite of the fact that he was mostly concentrated on looking at the stark naked man in front of him. The man, who had just now told him, that he loved him and wanted him. That truth could be quite easily perceived, and in the end Miyata couldn't find a single real reason why he should have refrained from what he himself enjoyed doing as well.

"Kimura-san... I'm sorry," Miyata said finally somewhat ashamedly.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't shoot out such facts every now and then," Kimura said leniently moving closer to Miyata. "And besides, I do know that you feel embarrassed to do naughty things in places like this. But there really aren't any other options, and that certain feeling of danger and thrill is still enthralling, isn't it?"

That Miyata had to admit, because in quite some time he hadn't been as excited as he had been just a while ago in the locker room when Kimura had been giving him a blow job. And it certainly wasn't difficult for him to become excited again now, that he was staring at his boyfriend's naked body from such a short distance, in such a bright illumination.

"How is it? Shall we continue?" Kimura asked kindly. "Believe me, no one's going to come here. I personally wouldn't want to waste this unique chance we have here, and it also seems that you still haven't had enough."

When Kimura stepped back under the shower and began to caress Miyata's body from various places, he didn't show any sign of resistance at all. However, sometimes it was difficult for Miyata when that little voice inside his head tried to claim that there was absolutely no ground for what the rest of his body might have wanted to do. But when the opponent in question was as skillful as Kimura was, all of the remains of resistance disappeared far away, and then the only thing left for Miyata was an enormous lust for his lover.

The simple fact was that they couldn't have made love in ages, and in any case, physical contact was quite a luxury for them if there happened to be any opportunity for it. There were more reasons for the lack of sex in their relationship than they could have even dared to think about. And that was exactly why Kimura was so right; of course Miyata also wanted to have sex with his boyfriend because he loved him. With him sex was the most wonderful thing, and furthermore, often Miyata himself began to miss those intimate moments if it had been a long time since the last time.

Miyata panted and whined as quiet as it was possible while Kimura licked his nipples and moved one of his fingers in his anus. Just how could it be possible that it felt so amazingly good to be touched right there…

"Kimura-san... Yes... Yes, I want it too..." Miyata managed to say and got a happy smile in exchange, a smile he never got tired of seeing.

"A bit by bit it begins to feel like you're ready for what we both want," Kimura informed increasing the quantity of fingers in Miyata's hole.

Biting his lower lip Miyata tried to prevent letting out a loud moan as he felt how those long fingers wiggled inside him. To concentrate on something else he put his hand down on Kimura's twitching cock and began to rub it in his fist, every now and then pressing the head of the cock against his own groin. At the same time Kimura's lips pressed against his lips and nipped at them gently.

"Miyata, I want to fuck you," Kimura sputtered moving his lips on Miyata's neck to nibble it.

As though Miyata would have totally understood what Kimura had meant by saying those words, he turned around to face the wall, turning his back to Kimura. With his hands he leaned onto the cool tile wall, arched his back and thereby offered his ass to the other man.

"Please, fuck me," Miyata pleaded glancing quickly over his shoulder.

"Well damn it... Now that you're so amazingly horny, then I really have to do it," Kimura grunted hoarsely settling himself to stand right behind Miyata, at first rubbing his cock against the furrow of that pretty ass, and eventually guiding his hard cock straight into that sweet furrow with some help from his hand while the water still poured down on their heated bodies.

Although Miyata was straddling properly, Kimura noticed it immediately that his body was still a little too tense, and obviously for that very reason he was a little too tight to be entered thoroughly.

"After such a long time you're wonderfully tight, but I hope you could relax a little more that we can get into it," Kimura advised calmly stroking Miyata's ass and thighs with his palms.

That didn't seem to be very easy for Miyata who was trying his best to breathe and disregard the fact how surprisingly big Kimura felt inside him at the moment.

"Take it easy..." Kimura whispered into Miyata's ear in the middle of pressing light kisses on his neck and shoulders. "I won't do anything too sudden."

Gradually Miyata relaxed, particularly after he felt Kimura's fingertips pressing against his cock and just how thoroughly they rubbed those extremely sensitive spots of it.

"Aaah, Kimura-san!" Miyata exclaimed instinctively, and more or less imperceptibly dragged his legs even farther apart giving his boyfriend more space to thrust deeper into his ass.

"Yeah, what you like the most is when I grope you from the front and back at the same time…" Miyata heard Kimura murmuring just before he shoved his whole length into the contracting crevice. They moaned simultaneously, and Miyata might have even fallen on the floor at the same time if he hadn't supported himself by pushing his hands steadily against the wall.

For a while Miyata had to hold his breath when he felt how Kimura began to move sluggishly in and out. It was a cinch that pretty soon that hard and swollen organ was to hit the best possible spot, and right after it happened Miyata couldn't control himself any longer. It felt so outstandingly good, and it certainly didn't make the situation any worse that the one who made that overwhelming feeling possible was indeed Kimura, who seemed to be getting into an appropriate rhythm.

The walls of that certain booth in the shower room might have stifled at least a part of all of those tumultuous noises that those two men caused as they made love, and therefore no one else could have heard what was happening between them. But if someone had truly been there to witness it, there might have quite a lot for them to marvel at.

"I want more! I need more!" Miyata demanded without quite noticing it himself just how excited he was because of the fact that Kimura's cock was already moving very intensively in his bumhole.

Of course Kimura did his best and enjoyed his own part of the act, but in the end he came to the conclusion that it was better to change the current position.

"Miyata... Wait a sec," Kimura asked breathlessly sliding out and grasped Miyata's trembling body into his arms to turn him around.

Then Kimura slumped down to sit on the tile floor, advising Miyata to follow him to descend on him.

"Come to sit in my lap. You can do whatever you please," Kimura suggested helping Miyata to sit between his spread legs, right on top of his erection so that it sank straight into Miyata's bum. "Let it all go… And show me how you much you enjoy it. I want to see your various expressions."

And there was no need to ask him twice. When Miyata got Kimura's cock fully inside him, he began to move his buttocks and hips in a vehement rhythm, shortly feeling how the sturdy organ rubbed against the walls of his rectum, and just how pleasant was the friction when it brushed against his prostate. It felt good, downright heavenly after such a long time without it. And there was absolutely no harm in how Kimura was using his other hand to finger Miyata's both nipples alternately, while his other hand was boldly kneading Miyata's cock that had swollen once again.

Such an enormous amount of pleasure Miyata knew he could only feel when he was with Kimura. And on the other hand, Kimura himself might have not necessarily wanted to share that specific bliss with anyone else. Although presently Miyata was doing almost everything by himself, it didn't seem to bother him at all which made it easier for Kimura to observe the situation very intensively. He had the chance to concentrate primarily on the freshly served feast that was meant for his eyes only. Miyata's face that radiated a tremendous amount of passion, his thoroughly wet skin, especially those myriad drops of water that flowed along his well-trained muscles from his shoulders to his chest, and from there past his navel towards his soggy pubic hair and thighs that were pressed tightly against Kimura's hips. When all that was combined with the bouncing motion of Miyata's body and his endless moaning, there couldn't have been anything better. Except the very fact, that at the same time the most sensitive parts of Kimura's cock were still rubbing against the deepness of Miyata's tight asshole in the most fabulous way, and naturally that was giving even greater satisfaction to Kimura.

"Ah... Nngh... Kimura-san... It feels good... Really good!"

"I have the most excellent view from here," Kimura noted to himself. "I can see all of you, and moreover, I can see how my dick sinks right into your beautiful ass."

"I want it...!!" Miyata yelled thumping down altogether and spun his ass for a while before he got up again. "Fuck me, Kimura-san!"

If such an action was going to continue, they were sure to come in a blink of an eye or at least that was what Kimura suddenly thought to himself. Of course that might have been nice but he would have wanted to enjoy it all for a little longer. Thus Kimura took a hold of Miyata's waist and helped him to turn around again that in the end Miyata was sitting in his lap now his back towards Kimura.

"If you want a ride, then now you're gonna get it," Kimura whispered into Miyata's ear making him tremble even more friskily.

"Yes... Yes, I want it, Kimura-san," Miyata mumbled out of breath. "Fuck me!"

"Look at how lovely you are when you're so passionate," Kimura smiled as he pressed more light kisses on Miyata's shoulders taking a firm hold of his waist again. "Now you're indeed gonna get some cock…"

Clearly that was exactly what happened. Because immediately when Kimura had pulled Miyata as close to him as it was possible, Miyata let out an extravagant moan arching his body backwards so much that his head hit Kimura's chest. That position was quite an exceptional one, even for them two, but in the end it gave the perfect chance for Kimura to take advantage of it and pinch Miyata's sensitive nipples again.

"Kimura-san... Aaah, Kimura-san..."

"Can you hold it for a little while?" Kimura asked brushing the wet bangs away from Miyata's forehead and eyes. "Soon I just gotta come."

Miyata nodded as he raised himself back to the sitting position.

"When those drops of water flow along your back lower and lower, they end up in the furrow of your ass that's still continuously twitching around my cock…" Kimura explained with a hoarse voice while he was touching Miyata's back gently, following the route of the drops of water with his fingertips. And eventually he put his both hands on Miyata's chest pressing his own chest against Miyata's back.

"Kimura-san, that's perverted..." Miyata complained gasping for breath.

"But it's still so wonderful and perfect," Kimura pointed out placing his head on Miyata's shoulder, moving his hips ceaselessly under Miyata's ass. "Or are you trying to tell me it doesn't feel like that?"

When Miyata turned his head a little, he was able to receive a kiss from Kimura. Unfortunately it didn't last very long since the convulsions in his groin began to foreshadow what was about to happen very soon.

Infatuatedly Kimura took yet another tighter grasp of Miyata's hips tugging him closer to himself so that he felt his cock sinking deeper into Miyata's soft flesh, whereas Miyata was trying to press himself as tightly against Kimura's skin as it was possible.

"Kimura-san! Aahnnghh...! I'm melting...! I'm coming!" And the rest of Miyata's words didn't make any sense since his cock had started to twitch wildly, and precipitously his come began to spray on to the floor, his own stomach and Kimura's hands.

"That's how you should do it," Kimura smiled to himself nibbling Miyata's neck. "I wonder if there's even more to come, what do you think?"

Without further notice Kimura moved his come-covered hand on Miyata's cock to milk even more of that white secretion from it.

"Kimura-san..." Miyata sighed placing his own hand on top of Kimura's hand. "You haven't yet…"

"Well, that won't take very long. But you're really so exhausted, my love, that it might be better for you to get on all fours. Then you can support yourself with your hands as well," Kimura explained helping Miyata to change his position gradually so that he was eventually on all fours on the floor of the shower booth.

And just how could he look so stunning in that submissive position as well? There was no way that Kimura could have controlled himself any longer. He just had to grope Miyata's firm ass for a while before he began the feisty pounding. At the same time Miyata swayed his head from side to side and apparently wasn't able to stop moaning out loud anymore.

"I'm hitting the good spot, aren't I?" Kimura could barely ask while he was ramming into Miyata's wet hole at a brisk pace.

"Yes!" Miyata screamed and immediately demanded more which was exactly what Kimura gave him instantly.

"Awesome..." Kimura mumbled and pushed in as deep as he could.

"Aaah... Aaah... Aaah...!!" Miyata moaned loudly every time when Kimura's cock hit his sensitive protuberance.

"Nngh, I'm coming! Miyataaa...!!" Kimura exclaimed thrusting one more time deep into Miyata's ass, and stopped right there as he felt the convulsions caused by his orgasm spreading from his groin to all over his body.

For a while Kimura remained where he was, slowly stroking Miyata's sides with his hands and admiring silently that man he loved so much, that man who had once again given him a stupendous amount of pleasure.

"Kimura-san?" Miyata said warily when he glanced over his shoulder to have a look at the other man.

"It was wonderful… Wasn't it?" Kimura said smiling widely as he was cautiously sliding out of Miyata and right after it wrapped his arms around him. "I love you, Ichirou."

Miyata couldn't help but smile back at him since Kimura appeared to be so very happy. But on the other hand he understood very well why Kimura had wanted to pull such a stunt. Naturally it had felt really good for Miyata as well, as he had had the chance to feel such satisfaction with his boyfriend. Although it was true that he would have wanted to do such things in a place that was less public… However, no one had come to interrupt them, and in the end it wasn't likely that their voices could have been heard outside the shower room.

"I can only wonder what you're thinking about right now with that look on your face," Kimura pondered looking closely at Miyata's flushed face. "Hardly any naughty things I suppose… It's a shame, though, that we don't seem to have time for a second round."

"Kimura-san! How long have we been in here? If we're not gonna get going, Kawahara-san is definitely going to come to check up on us since we haven't gone to greet him yet!" Miyata suddenly began to panic trying to get up from the floor but his feet gave in immediately.

"Better not to hurry, my love. Here, let me help you," Kimura said helping Miyata to get on his feet that he could support himself by leaning on the wall. "It won't take very long to wash you and myself. Okay?"

After saying that Kimura took Miyata's shower gel from the little rack on the wall and spread it on Miyata's body as well as his own. The fresh scent of it and the water that poured down on their bodies washed away all of the evidence of what had happened just a short while ago. After turning Miyata around that he could also wash his back, Kimura detached the showerhead from its holder and directed the shower straight at Miyata's bum. Titillating the rim of the crevice with his fingers it was easy for him to notice how it was still twitching, and Kimura couldn't help but think of just how alluring it still looked like. If only he could have stroked Miyata from right there a little bit longer and had the chance to enjoy the tightness of that ass again…but there really wasn't enough time, and thus in the end Kimura settled for merely showering the remains of his come away from Miyata's ass and thighs.

After the shower Kimura was still holding tightly on to Miyata that he wouldn't suddenly fall on the floor, and finally helped him to sit on the bench in the locker room. Then Kimura dug a couple of towels from Miyata's locker, with those he wiped both of their bodies.

"Thanks," Miyata said eventually after a long period of silence taking the other towel from Kimura and continued to wipe himself with it.

Kimura just winked at him as he began to get dressed. From his locker Miyata took different clothes that he put on, and lastly he packed his dirty workout clothing into his bag. Although the towels were still wet, Miyata put them into his bag as well that he could get them washed as soon as he got home. When they had also put their shoes on, Kimura and Miyata left the locker room after turning off the lights from there as well as the shower room.

"Hmmm, Kawahara-san may still be in his room," Miyata pondered as he glanced to the direction of that room.

"Let's go and greet him then," Kimura suggested. "I came here by my car so I can take you home."

Miyata nodded and they began to walk towards the office of Kawahara Boxing Gym's owner whereof distant noises could be heard. After reaching the other side of the door Miyata knocked on it and they entered the room.

"Kawahara-san, we're gonna get going. See you tomorrow," Miyata tried to say as normally as it was possible, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Oh look at the time, seems like I've been taking care of various things and didn't even realize just how late it already is," the bespectacled man said smiling at them. "I think I should get going soon myself."

"You have a lot of work to do here as well. Especially since you have such a popular champion like this guy in your gym," Kimura broke into the conversation playfully pointing at Miyata.

"Undeniably we do have quite a lot of publicity but it's merely a good thing for us. On the other hand, our trickiest problem is where on earth are we going to put all of those presents and gifts that have been sent to Ichirou-kun," Kawahara pondered rubbing his temple for a while. "I don't even want to imagine what is going to happen when Christmas arrives…"

"I'm terribly sorry, Kawahara-san," Miyata apologized candidly. "I'll try to do something about it myself."

"No need to take it so seriously," Kawahara smiled again. "But it's better for you two to get going, tomorrow you have to get up early, right?"

"See you again," Kimura said at the same time when Miyata bowed to the owner of the gym.

"Take care, Kimura-kun, and stop by any time," Kawahara advised nodding at both of the young men just before they stepped outside.

While they were walking towards the front door, Kimura glanced at Miyata and mused for a while before he opened his mouth to speak again.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes, but don't even think that you could make this a habit," Miyata replied bluntly.

Kimura nodded a few times to show that he had understood very well what Miyata had meant.

In silence they left the gym and walked up to Kimura's car that had been parked nearby along the same street. Kimura opened both of the front doors and sat on the driver's seat. When Miyata had also gotten inside and taken the seat next to Kimura, he shut the door and turned to look at the man who was just about to put the key into the keyhole.

"Kimura-san," Miyata whispered drawing the other man's attention to himself. "It wasn't such a bad thing after all."

"Good to hear that," Kimura said smiling and shifted a little bit closer to Miyata that he could reach to give him a sultry kiss before their trip back home would start.

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