Fourteen Days in Brazil: The Restaurant by scheherezhad
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, not making money, please don't sue.
Summary: Public indecency. I'll say no more--just read it.
Author's notes: Well, gods willing, this will someday be a series, one fic for each day of Yusuke and Kurama's two-week vacation to Brazil. If not, I think this stands alone all right. For Kim, who wanted publicly indecent boysex.
Feedback: Pleeeeeease? scheherezhad@yahoo.com

The late afternoon sun beamed brightly into the little hotel room where Yusuke stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing and trying to catch a cool breeze. The day's mugginess still clung to the air, so he and Kurama had been lounging in the room since lunch, balcony door open and a fan stirring the warm air with warmer air.

Kurama sat on their bed, writing out postcards to everyone back home. He had just finished with the small stack when Yusuke sighed, and he looked up to find that the light had edged his lover in gold. Barefoot and shirtless, Yusuke looked like a young god ready to return to the heavens on the rays of sunset. Kurama shook his head at the ridiculously poetic notion.

"Bored?" he asked, coming up behind Yusuke to lean against the balcony doorframe.

"I'm a little restless, I guess. Not much to do since we're moving on tomorrow and everything's ready."

"Indeed." He was transfixed, watching the lines of sweat trail down Yusuke's back as he covered his eyes to glare at the sun; if he had been a man of lesser self control, Kurama would have licked his lips at the sight.

Yusuke straightened up and turned around, wrapping his arms around Kurama's shoulders loosely. "You know what? Why don't we go to that place across the street for dinner? Then we can come back here, crank the a/c. on high, and get all stupid romantic while it freezes our noses off."

Chuckling softly, Kurama dipped his head to kiss Yusuke. "An excellent plan if I ever heard one. If you want to wash up first, I'll call and make sure they'll have a table for us."

"Great. I won't be long."

Half an hour later, they were being seated at the crowded family restaurant across from their hotel. The waitress brought them each a large glass of ice water and disappeared so they could look at the menu. Or, more accurately, so Kurama could look at the menu and read it off to Yusuke. Once they'd settled on something light, they had to wait for the harried girl to come back for their order.

"Yusuke?" Kurama said suddenly.

"What?"

"Be quiet."

"What do you mean? I haven't said a--" Yusuke almost dropped his glass when he felt Kurama's hand at his zipper. "Oh."

He had to fight the instinctive urge to look down, to watch his lover slowly freeing his erection, so he looked over at Kurama's perfectly composed face. How the man managed to sit there and act like nothing was happening, Yusuke didn't know; he was having a hell of a time just staying quiet as Kurama trailed a feather-light caress along the underside of his cock.

Just then, the waitress came back over to take their order. Kurama began stroking him as he calmly told the girl what they wanted, in Portuguese, while Yusuke stared at the tabletop, biting his lip against the loud moan welling up in his throat.

When she was gone, he said through gritted teeth, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Kurama squeezed firmly on the upstroke and brought his hand up with a smear of precome on his thumb, which he licked off slowly. "Having an appetizer."

And suddenly, his chair was empty, and Yusuke looked down just in time to see the first touch of that pink tongue to the tip of his erection. It made a solid pass over the head, dipped down to flick over the sensitive ridge beneath, and came back up to delve into the slit hungrily. Yusuke pressed back against the wall, eyes closed and mouth clamped shut, breathing hard through his nose as he tried to fight down his helpless sounds of pleasure.

As Kurama began to suck lightly on the head, Yusuke slid down in his seat and spread his legs wider. A soft hum of approval vibrated along his cock, and he felt his nipples tighten, his stomach draw in, and his skin rise in goosebumps.

"Oh, god..." he breathed. One of his hands crept down to cup the back of Kurama's head, drawing him closer, and Kurama complied with the pressure, moving forward, sucking harder, tongue flicking over the shaft.

Yusuke nearly stopped breathing when a couple walked past their table on their way out of the restaurant. His entire body tensed up until they were completely out the door, but Kurama hadn't stopped, and his legs were starting to shake. When he looked down again, he caught the wicked gleam in his lover's eyes just before he was deep-throated.

Yusuke's hips jerked sharply in Kurama's grasp, and Kurama swallowed. The muscles constricted, moving against his head and making Yusuke nearly draw blood when he bit his lip again. He was riveted by the sight of Kurama's mouth at the base of his cock, the motion of his throat as he kept swallowing...

"Mmnh!"

Kurama pulled back to swallow his come, making sure he got all of it, then tucked Yusuke back into his pants and refastened them. He slid back into his own seat with a satisfied smile.

"You're insane--you know that, right?" Yusuke muttered. "Frigging insane."

The waitress hustled over, set their food on the table, and hurried back to the kitchen.

Yusuke picked at his dinner sulkily, and when they were done, Kurama finally leaned over and whispered, "In the morning, we can get up early and make love on the balcony while the sun comes up."

"Seriously?" Yusuke asked warily. He knew Kurama was particular about outdoor sex, and the balcony wasn't on the 'safe' list.

"Seriously."

Yusuke threw some money on the table, grabbed Kurama's hand, and dragged him out of his seat. "Great. Then we better get some practice."