Bambi's Second Time
Title: Bambi's Second Time
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Bambi/Mouko (Kisarazu Cat's Eye)
Summary: He didn’t know why he’d waited so long to have sex.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE Summer Smut Meme, July 09. Aww, Bambi.
He didn’t know why he’d waited so long to have sex.
Okay, Bambi knew why. But it wasn’t exactly easy to explain to other guys that he was waiting for the right person. And he’d been waiting for Mouko for as long as he could remember.
But finally, he’d done it. Bussan couldn’t tease him about being a virgin any more. Master and Ani wouldn’t roll their eyes. And Ucchie. Well, Ucchie probably wasn’t going to forgive him for using his houseboat to finally become a man.
And now that he HAD done it, Bambi wanted to keep doing it. All the time. Which was difficult when there were baseball games and classes to attend and papers to write. But tonight would be the night. The second night, anyway. This time he hoped there’d be no awkward “Is that good?” and “Ow, Bambi, not so fast” and of course, no Ucchie’s family.
He was tapping his foot nervously, waiting for their order to be brought over. Mouko had wanted to eat at Master’s bar, but Bambi knew that Bussan would be there. And the last thing he needed was to think about Bussan or for Mouko to think about Bussan or for him to think about Mouko thinking about Bussan.
So they were at a ramen shop not too far from the water, not near Ucchie’s place, but near the docks. There had just been something special about that night, Bambi realized, so maybe if he wanted to get lucky again tonight, he’d stay down by the other boats. The rocking motion had only helped him out.
He adjusted the sleeves of his yukata, watching Mouko’s lips close around the straw in her drink. He grew more and more uncomfortable and anxious as she sucked down her water, that same oblivious look on her face as always. Well, he couldn’t take it any more. He threw some cash down on the table and yanked Mouko away.
“Bambi, I’m hungry!” He dragged her from the restaurant and down to the dock. This time, he’d check to see if a boat was legitimately unoccupied. “Bambi, slow down!”
“I carried you across the bridge. I rescued you from the creepy porn guys. Please, Mouko? Please?”
She pouted, dragging her feet as he pulled her down one of the docks, and his geta slapped the boards impatiently. “Fine. But only if you kiss me first. You never kiss me, Bambi.”
He kissed her plenty.
They stumbled onto a small fishing boat, and she made a complaining whine. “It’s dirty, Bambi! Why don’t we go back to Ucchie’s house?”
“Because it’s Ucchie’s house,” he shot back, trying to find a nice enough spot. There was a table with tackle boxes on it, and he shoved them aside and picked Mouko up. He set her down roughly and reached for her skirt.
“This table isn’t comfy!” He rolled his eyes and shut her up with a kiss, hopefully the best he’d ever given her. He’d show Bussan and the others that he could keep a girlfriend. She squirmed a bit, but finally relaxed while Bambi was shakily running his hands under her top to touch her breasts. He finally broke away, catching his breath. She ran her fingers through his short, light hair and sighed. “Okay, we can do it now.”
Bambi did his best to focus his energy. It was just like pitching, he guessed. Just had to concentrate on where he needed to put the ball. And the ball was himself. He guessed. He hoisted up his yukata, pulling Mouko to him. It would be easier this time, and ideally, it wouldn’t be over so fast. He didn’t need to get dumped for being inattentive to her needs or whatever. He had a condom because he wasn’t an idiot like Master. He didn’t need any kids yet.
It felt so good, and from the pleased noises Mouko was making, she was having a much better time than previously. She was clinging to him, whispering “Harder, Mr. Kisarazu. Faster, Mr. Kisarazu” in his ear in between her little mewls of happiness. He did as ordered, increasing his force and his speed as requested.
He made the table rock, and the boat was swaying, and he focused. If he threw too many pitches early, he got tired. He had to treat this the same way. He had to see how long he could last. “Mouko loves Bambi,” she whispered and all he’d been concentrating on went out the window.
“Oh Mouko,” he mumbled, unable to control himself. He kissed her as she was always bothering him to do as he came, muffling his cries in case there were other people wandering on the docks outside. He breathed heavily, holding her close as his body came down from its high.
Okay, so it was faster than he’d planned, but Mouko seemed happy enough, hugging him tight. “That was fun, Bambi.”
“I’m glad,” he whispered, wiping the sweat from his face with his yukata sleeve. He was exhausted, but it had all been worth it. But he felt Mouko’s hand near his waistband. “Wait, I’m not…I can’t. Not yet, come on…”
But instead, she grabbed his small money pouch where he’d attached it to the waistband of the yukata. She beamed at him, pulling out a 1000 yen bill. “Can I have my ramen now?”
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Bambi/Mouko (Kisarazu Cat's Eye)
Summary: He didn’t know why he’d waited so long to have sex.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE Summer Smut Meme, July 09. Aww, Bambi.
He didn’t know why he’d waited so long to have sex.
Okay, Bambi knew why. But it wasn’t exactly easy to explain to other guys that he was waiting for the right person. And he’d been waiting for Mouko for as long as he could remember.
But finally, he’d done it. Bussan couldn’t tease him about being a virgin any more. Master and Ani wouldn’t roll their eyes. And Ucchie. Well, Ucchie probably wasn’t going to forgive him for using his houseboat to finally become a man.
And now that he HAD done it, Bambi wanted to keep doing it. All the time. Which was difficult when there were baseball games and classes to attend and papers to write. But tonight would be the night. The second night, anyway. This time he hoped there’d be no awkward “Is that good?” and “Ow, Bambi, not so fast” and of course, no Ucchie’s family.
He was tapping his foot nervously, waiting for their order to be brought over. Mouko had wanted to eat at Master’s bar, but Bambi knew that Bussan would be there. And the last thing he needed was to think about Bussan or for Mouko to think about Bussan or for him to think about Mouko thinking about Bussan.
So they were at a ramen shop not too far from the water, not near Ucchie’s place, but near the docks. There had just been something special about that night, Bambi realized, so maybe if he wanted to get lucky again tonight, he’d stay down by the other boats. The rocking motion had only helped him out.
He adjusted the sleeves of his yukata, watching Mouko’s lips close around the straw in her drink. He grew more and more uncomfortable and anxious as she sucked down her water, that same oblivious look on her face as always. Well, he couldn’t take it any more. He threw some cash down on the table and yanked Mouko away.
“Bambi, I’m hungry!” He dragged her from the restaurant and down to the dock. This time, he’d check to see if a boat was legitimately unoccupied. “Bambi, slow down!”
“I carried you across the bridge. I rescued you from the creepy porn guys. Please, Mouko? Please?”
She pouted, dragging her feet as he pulled her down one of the docks, and his geta slapped the boards impatiently. “Fine. But only if you kiss me first. You never kiss me, Bambi.”
He kissed her plenty.
They stumbled onto a small fishing boat, and she made a complaining whine. “It’s dirty, Bambi! Why don’t we go back to Ucchie’s house?”
“Because it’s Ucchie’s house,” he shot back, trying to find a nice enough spot. There was a table with tackle boxes on it, and he shoved them aside and picked Mouko up. He set her down roughly and reached for her skirt.
“This table isn’t comfy!” He rolled his eyes and shut her up with a kiss, hopefully the best he’d ever given her. He’d show Bussan and the others that he could keep a girlfriend. She squirmed a bit, but finally relaxed while Bambi was shakily running his hands under her top to touch her breasts. He finally broke away, catching his breath. She ran her fingers through his short, light hair and sighed. “Okay, we can do it now.”
Bambi did his best to focus his energy. It was just like pitching, he guessed. Just had to concentrate on where he needed to put the ball. And the ball was himself. He guessed. He hoisted up his yukata, pulling Mouko to him. It would be easier this time, and ideally, it wouldn’t be over so fast. He didn’t need to get dumped for being inattentive to her needs or whatever. He had a condom because he wasn’t an idiot like Master. He didn’t need any kids yet.
It felt so good, and from the pleased noises Mouko was making, she was having a much better time than previously. She was clinging to him, whispering “Harder, Mr. Kisarazu. Faster, Mr. Kisarazu” in his ear in between her little mewls of happiness. He did as ordered, increasing his force and his speed as requested.
He made the table rock, and the boat was swaying, and he focused. If he threw too many pitches early, he got tired. He had to treat this the same way. He had to see how long he could last. “Mouko loves Bambi,” she whispered and all he’d been concentrating on went out the window.
“Oh Mouko,” he mumbled, unable to control himself. He kissed her as she was always bothering him to do as he came, muffling his cries in case there were other people wandering on the docks outside. He breathed heavily, holding her close as his body came down from its high.
Okay, so it was faster than he’d planned, but Mouko seemed happy enough, hugging him tight. “That was fun, Bambi.”
“I’m glad,” he whispered, wiping the sweat from his face with his yukata sleeve. He was exhausted, but it had all been worth it. But he felt Mouko’s hand near his waistband. “Wait, I’m not…I can’t. Not yet, come on…”
But instead, she grabbed his small money pouch where he’d attached it to the waistband of the yukata. She beamed at him, pulling out a 1000 yen bill. “Can I have my ramen now?”