[FIC] "A Quick Game of Pool" HayatoxRyu
yaaays~ finished new random fic. this story was inspired by meitachi 's HayatoxRyu fic... when she mentioned the part about pool, this came to mind XD
soo yaaays~ read !!!
Title: A Quick Game of Pool
Pairing: Gokusen 2's HayatoxRyu
Rated NC-17 for sex and language. If you don't like the word "fuck" I suggest you don't read this.
Credits to meitachi for the indirect inspiration, and yuukii for being my beta reader XD
“Shit. Hayato! Hayato, wake up!” Ryu said, rubbing the back of his head with one hand, pushing his friend awake with the other.
“Fuck off, I’m sleeping.” Hayato grumbled, rolling onto his side in an attempt to escape Ryu’s pawing hand, ramming his head into a pipe instead.
“FUCK!” he called out, pressing himself to the floor and wrapping his fingers through his hair as if the action could stop the pain.
“Why the hell is there a fucking pole in my way?!”
Ryu chuckled and patted Hayato’s head.
“That’s what you get for sleeping on the bathroom floor, idiot.”
Hayato glared at Ryu.
“Fuck you.”
Ryu smirked.
“Not on this dirty floor. C’mon, let’s go, we need to find our clothes.”
That’s right. The two boys were naked. How they ended up that way and in the bathroom of the local pool hall was quite a mystery, but Ryu had a feeling it had something to do with a game of drunken strip pool.
Hayato grumbled a bit, but followed orders, still rubbing the back of his head.
“Hurry up!” Ryu said, opening the door that led back to the pool hall.
“My, you are in a hurry aren’t you? Why are you in such a rush, eh?” Hayato said, wiggling his eyebrows as he walked past the other boy.
Ryu rolled his eyes and pushed Hayato into the middle of the room.
“Start looking under the pool tables for our clothes, i’ll check the lounge area.” he said, but Hayato grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
“Let’s play some pool...” he purred into Ryu’s ear.
“Hayato, we need to find our clothes.”
“But I want to play pool!”
“Too bad. We can come back tomorrow or some-”
“Whoever wins gets to be top.”
This gave Ryu reason to pause.
Ryu knew that Hayato knew _very_ well how much Ryu complained about being uke “Oh, come on, I hear you moan, don’t try and tell me you don’t like it...” Hayato would say, but that still didn’t keep Ryu from wondering what it would like to be the one doing the fucking for once. But since Ryu was so much smaller than Hayato, he never had the chance for his dream to become reality.
Ryu stared at Hayato, and Hayato smirked back.
“I promise.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows once again.
“...fine. One game, then we look for our clothes.”
***
Hayato leaned back against another pool table, chalking up his cue as he watched Ryu line up his shot.
Damn, he looks sexy. Hayato thought, his eyes sweeping over the other boy’s naked form bent forward over the table. He’s in the perfect position.... he thought as he stepped forward, pool cue grasped tightly in his hand...
***
Ryu was pissed. Why had he agreed to play against Hayato again? There was almost no way for him to win, Hayato was much better at pool that he was, and he knew Hayato knew it.
Ryu squinted his eyes and lined up his shot, determined to beat out his friend when...
“What the fuck?!” he called out, as something long and gritty was shoved into his ass.
“Hayato, what the fuck are you doing?” Ryu said, attempting to twist around and look at the other boy, resulting instead in the cue shifting farther up Ryu’s ass, making him moan loudly.
He heard Hayato chuckle behind him, feeling him draw back the pool cue, before ramming it further into him. Ryu moaned again, the pleasure most definitely overpowering the pain from the friction caused by the chalk and wood. He dropped his own pool cue, having to hold onto the table to support his shaking legs.
“Haya....Hayato, stop. This isn’t...part of the game.” Ryu said in-between gasps.
“Oh please, you didn’t think I was going to pass up an opportunity like this now did you? Besides, you like it, don’t you?”
Ryu shook his head in protest, but Hayato thrust the cue even farther into him, hitting his sweet spot. Ryu couldn’t help from crying out.
After a few more thrusts, Hayato finally pulled the cue out fully and dropped it to the ground. Ryu let out a sigh of relief as he felt Hayato slip his arms around his waist.
“See, I knew you liked it.” Hayato whispered into Ryu’s ear, before turning him around and engaging him in a fiery kiss.
Hayato was right. He did like it.
Ryu broke away and sat himself on the pool table, leaning on his elbows and spreading his legs apart.
“I like it better when I’m not being impaled by a fucking piece of wood.”
Hayato licked his lips and climbed onto the table as well, wrenching Ryu’s knees up.
“Well, we can fix that...” he said before beginning to thrust forcefully into the light haired boy.
Ryu called out again, and wrapped his legs around Hayato’s waist.
“More....Hayato.... I want more.” he moaned a few minutes later, rubbing his hands up his own chest reflexively.
Hayato grunted his response, pushing deeper into Ryu, desperate to grant his lover’s request. He wanted to hear Ryu scream his name, to prove to him that he belonged on the bottom.
The increased pace was almost too much for Ryu, his moans became louder, and with every thrust, he could feel himself reaching the edge. And he so badly wanted to reach it. He tightened his legs around Hayato’s waist and arched up, pressing his hips closer and closer to his lover’s.
That just about did it.
“There. That......spot. Hayato...that spot.” he gasped out.
Hayato nodded and thrust hard toward the same spot, igniting another cry from Ryu. He thrust again, watching as Ryu’s body began to shake with the pleasure. One more thrust had Ryu screaming, and he clutched at his lover, pulling him closer to himself. He came all over Hayato’s chest, some of the milky fluid running onto the pool table, and Hayato could only briefly wonder
how they were going to clean it up before he reached his limit, thrusting once more into Ryu before cumming inside him, calling out his name...
***
A few restful minutes later, Hayato slid off the table to examine the damage they had done to the pool table.
“How bad is it?” Ryu said, still panting.
“Eh... if we leave know, they won’t know it was us.” Hayato said.
Ryu chuckled, and jumped off the table, wincing slightly.
“I guess I won, huh?” Hayato said, wrapping his arms around Ryu’s waist.
Ryu grinned and kissed him.
“Yeah...I guess you did.” he replied. “I’m sure you are aware of your prize?”
Hayato smirked.
“You bet I am. Now let’s find our clothes so we can get the fuck out of here and get down to business.”
Ryu nodded, and the pair finally began the search for their lost clothes.
XD
soo yaaays~ read !!!
Title: A Quick Game of Pool
Pairing: Gokusen 2's HayatoxRyu
Rated NC-17 for sex and language. If you don't like the word "fuck" I suggest you don't read this.
Credits to meitachi for the indirect inspiration, and yuukii for being my beta reader XD
“Shit. Hayato! Hayato, wake up!” Ryu said, rubbing the back of his head with one hand, pushing his friend awake with the other.
“Fuck off, I’m sleeping.” Hayato grumbled, rolling onto his side in an attempt to escape Ryu’s pawing hand, ramming his head into a pipe instead.
“FUCK!” he called out, pressing himself to the floor and wrapping his fingers through his hair as if the action could stop the pain.
“Why the hell is there a fucking pole in my way?!”
Ryu chuckled and patted Hayato’s head.
“That’s what you get for sleeping on the bathroom floor, idiot.”
Hayato glared at Ryu.
“Fuck you.”
Ryu smirked.
“Not on this dirty floor. C’mon, let’s go, we need to find our clothes.”
That’s right. The two boys were naked. How they ended up that way and in the bathroom of the local pool hall was quite a mystery, but Ryu had a feeling it had something to do with a game of drunken strip pool.
Hayato grumbled a bit, but followed orders, still rubbing the back of his head.
“Hurry up!” Ryu said, opening the door that led back to the pool hall.
“My, you are in a hurry aren’t you? Why are you in such a rush, eh?” Hayato said, wiggling his eyebrows as he walked past the other boy.
Ryu rolled his eyes and pushed Hayato into the middle of the room.
“Start looking under the pool tables for our clothes, i’ll check the lounge area.” he said, but Hayato grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
“Let’s play some pool...” he purred into Ryu’s ear.
“Hayato, we need to find our clothes.”
“But I want to play pool!”
“Too bad. We can come back tomorrow or some-”
“Whoever wins gets to be top.”
This gave Ryu reason to pause.
Ryu knew that Hayato knew _very_ well how much Ryu complained about being uke “Oh, come on, I hear you moan, don’t try and tell me you don’t like it...” Hayato would say, but that still didn’t keep Ryu from wondering what it would like to be the one doing the fucking for once. But since Ryu was so much smaller than Hayato, he never had the chance for his dream to become reality.
Ryu stared at Hayato, and Hayato smirked back.
“I promise.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows once again.
“...fine. One game, then we look for our clothes.”
***
Hayato leaned back against another pool table, chalking up his cue as he watched Ryu line up his shot.
Damn, he looks sexy. Hayato thought, his eyes sweeping over the other boy’s naked form bent forward over the table. He’s in the perfect position.... he thought as he stepped forward, pool cue grasped tightly in his hand...
***
Ryu was pissed. Why had he agreed to play against Hayato again? There was almost no way for him to win, Hayato was much better at pool that he was, and he knew Hayato knew it.
Ryu squinted his eyes and lined up his shot, determined to beat out his friend when...
“What the fuck?!” he called out, as something long and gritty was shoved into his ass.
“Hayato, what the fuck are you doing?” Ryu said, attempting to twist around and look at the other boy, resulting instead in the cue shifting farther up Ryu’s ass, making him moan loudly.
He heard Hayato chuckle behind him, feeling him draw back the pool cue, before ramming it further into him. Ryu moaned again, the pleasure most definitely overpowering the pain from the friction caused by the chalk and wood. He dropped his own pool cue, having to hold onto the table to support his shaking legs.
“Haya....Hayato, stop. This isn’t...part of the game.” Ryu said in-between gasps.
“Oh please, you didn’t think I was going to pass up an opportunity like this now did you? Besides, you like it, don’t you?”
Ryu shook his head in protest, but Hayato thrust the cue even farther into him, hitting his sweet spot. Ryu couldn’t help from crying out.
After a few more thrusts, Hayato finally pulled the cue out fully and dropped it to the ground. Ryu let out a sigh of relief as he felt Hayato slip his arms around his waist.
“See, I knew you liked it.” Hayato whispered into Ryu’s ear, before turning him around and engaging him in a fiery kiss.
Hayato was right. He did like it.
Ryu broke away and sat himself on the pool table, leaning on his elbows and spreading his legs apart.
“I like it better when I’m not being impaled by a fucking piece of wood.”
Hayato licked his lips and climbed onto the table as well, wrenching Ryu’s knees up.
“Well, we can fix that...” he said before beginning to thrust forcefully into the light haired boy.
Ryu called out again, and wrapped his legs around Hayato’s waist.
“More....Hayato.... I want more.” he moaned a few minutes later, rubbing his hands up his own chest reflexively.
Hayato grunted his response, pushing deeper into Ryu, desperate to grant his lover’s request. He wanted to hear Ryu scream his name, to prove to him that he belonged on the bottom.
The increased pace was almost too much for Ryu, his moans became louder, and with every thrust, he could feel himself reaching the edge. And he so badly wanted to reach it. He tightened his legs around Hayato’s waist and arched up, pressing his hips closer and closer to his lover’s.
That just about did it.
“There. That......spot. Hayato...that spot.” he gasped out.
Hayato nodded and thrust hard toward the same spot, igniting another cry from Ryu. He thrust again, watching as Ryu’s body began to shake with the pleasure. One more thrust had Ryu screaming, and he clutched at his lover, pulling him closer to himself. He came all over Hayato’s chest, some of the milky fluid running onto the pool table, and Hayato could only briefly wonder
how they were going to clean it up before he reached his limit, thrusting once more into Ryu before cumming inside him, calling out his name...
***
A few restful minutes later, Hayato slid off the table to examine the damage they had done to the pool table.
“How bad is it?” Ryu said, still panting.
“Eh... if we leave know, they won’t know it was us.” Hayato said.
Ryu chuckled, and jumped off the table, wincing slightly.
“I guess I won, huh?” Hayato said, wrapping his arms around Ryu’s waist.
Ryu grinned and kissed him.
“Yeah...I guess you did.” he replied. “I’m sure you are aware of your prize?”
Hayato smirked.
“You bet I am. Now let’s find our clothes so we can get the fuck out of here and get down to business.”
Ryu nodded, and the pair finally began the search for their lost clothes.
XD