Mazenta

by Aiya

Part 3

Scene:

Shisei’s apartment.  The two men lay entwined on the small sofa, the TV flickering beside them. The winter sky is gray.

Ryu’s eyes blink open as the sun comes out from behind a cloud and dances across his face. He turns his head slightly to focus on the video machine’s clock. It’s almost 10am. He’s late for practice- again.

He breathes deeply and wonders at the scent that fills his lungs. He then remembers, and moves his gaze to the face of the man lying beneath him. The older man is lost in dreams, eyes flickering rapidly. Red hair spikes out from his forehead and over his face. His breathing is long and deep.

Ryu studies the contours of the other man’s cheek, the arch of his eyebrows, the color of his skin. He is… beautiful. The idea that he could use that word to describe another man is startling. But…

His watch sounds a single beep. Thoughts are driven back to practice. He needs to deal with the fact that he slept in another man’s arms last night more than he needs to work on his band’s new song. He reaches down to the floor and grabs his phone. Moving slowly he separates himself from the sleeping one and walks to the other room.

He pushes the speed dial and readies his best ‘I’m so sick’ voice.

Unn, it’s me. I’m really sick. I have a bad fever

…..

I know

…..

I know

…..

I’m sorry. I’m going back to bed. I’ll try to do some practice alone later ok?

…..

Sumimasen, shitsureshimasu.

Moving quietly back into the main room he finds Shisei unmoved. He flicks off the TV and returns to the sofa, sitting gently and leaning in close. Arms snake around him quickly.

Ryu nestles his head on Shisei’s exposed shoulder and again inhales deeply. Cigarettes, shampoo and something unidentifiable. He hesitates, but then closes the gap between his lips and Shisei’s neck and begins to kiss the skin delicately. The sunlight glints off a multitude of piercings, taking his attentions to the purple haired man’s ear. His tongue flicks out tentatively, sampling the taste of the soft lobe.. Shisei moans; lips parting slightly, breathing becoming stronger. But he doesn’t wake. Ryu pushes himself up a little, feeling some resistance from the limbs wrapped around his waist. He undoes the rest of Shisei’s shirt and moves his attention to the now bare chest. His nervousness lessening, temptation stronger… He flicks his tongue once across an erect nipple and then continues to caress it with his fingers. He leans back down and kisses Shisei tenderly. The reward is the sound of his name whispered across the sleeping man’s lips.

Ryu has lost almost all of his inhibitions now, he kisses the parted lips more forcefully. Their tongues begin to probe as his hands explore his lover’s half-naked body.

Shisei begins to respond more deliberately- waking to find that the dream he was having was no dream at all. He relaxes out of the kiss and hears Ryu whisper…

O-hayo

Unn, o-hayo

They ease themselves up slowly and Ryu pushes Shisei’s shirt off.  They kiss again and Shisei’s hands find the back of the younger man’s sweater and start tugging it upwards. Ryu lifts his arms above his head and pulls away. His clothing lands on the floor next to them.

The morning is still cold as they embrace each other’s naked torsos properly for the first time. Ryu shivers and buries his head into the soft skin before him.

You’re cold.

Shisei nuzzles into the younger mans cheek, bringing them eye to eye.

I…

Kiss.

Can…

Kiss.

Make…

Kiss.

You…

Kiss.

Warm.

Tongues find each other again, hands gripping bare flesh tightly.

Shisei breaks away to speak.

Shower…

He stands and leads Ryu to the bathroom. His free hand brings two large towels from a shelf and places them on the bench. He lets go of his new lover’s hand and turns the hot water on. He turns back to find that Ryu is now facing away from him- undoing the first button on his fly.

Shisei puts his arms around the shy man’s waist and kisses the back of his neck.  He places his hands on Ryu's and guides them faster to the rest of the buttons. He turns the shy man around and brings the now trembling fingers to his own jeans and eases the zipper down with them. He cups the redhead’s face and they begin to kiss again. Shisei’s hands slide down Ryu’s back and push his shorts and leather pants down from the back.  Ryu copies… but his eyes close and he stops with a gasp as Shisei kneels and uncovers his thighs, kissing them as he does so.  Ryu steps out of his pants and opens his eyes to find that his paramour has done the same. Shisei kisses him again and takes his hand, walking into the steam.

Taking the showerhead from the wall, Shisei wets Ryu’s naked form first, and then his own. He replaces the hose and moves behind the other man again. Reaching around him he fills his own hands with soap and begins to lather it on Ryu’s stomach and chest. He then fills his beau‘s hands with soap and eases Ryu around.

The taller man mimics and moves his hands slowly up and down Shisei’s back. Not yet daring to  move below hips. Hands slide around to lather the older mans chest. The redhead sighs as hands slide around his neck, a voice close to his ear.

Slow: Nothing that you don’t want.

Just, just kiss me more.

He does. Slowly pressing their lips together, his tongue running unhurriedly along them. Their bodies push together under the water stream. Eventually four soapy hands become more adventurous. Shisei cups his partner’s balls with one hand and stokes his hard pole with the other. Their kiss becomes more frenzied as Ryu returns his lover’s attentions. They move closer and harder, the redhead becomes more vocal. Finally Shisei shoots into Ryu’s hand. Ryu follows quickly.

They lean against each other, regaining breath. Their kiss lingers until all the bubbles have been washed away. The steam clears and they wrap each other in the huge towels.