RikuKazaCal!
It'd been over a hundred and ten degrees for three days in a row and the weather forecast promised storms, which meant that today had been steamy and moist from the get-go. Take a walk through camp and you'd find at least three people in the nearest shade they'd been able to find, sprawled bonelessly and moaning that they'd die if they had to take another step. More than a few brave souls had made the trek to the pool only to find that the sun had heated up the water; a few of the stupid ones had accidentally gone to the onsen and came out looking like lobsters.
Cal was used to the heat, but this level of humidity was new. He'd stripped down to his pants by breakfast and at lunch decided the only thing to do was lie on his bed and stew. When he thought his blood was close to the boiling point, he pulled out his notebook and used it as a fan, but even that just made it worse.
"It's really fucking hot," he said.
Kazahaya punched his shoulder. "Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!"
"I'm not going to let you sleep," Cal snapped. "You barged in on me, now you pay the price."
Kazahaya growled out something that sounded suspiciously like 'fuck you' and put his pillow over his head.
Cal sighed and fanned himself with the notebook, washing heated hair over his face. "And," he said, "you're not exactly helping. Two bodies in close proximity generate more heat than one, which is helpful in a hypothermia situation but not when it's a hundred and - " He glanced at his laptop. "A hundred and nine degrees outside. Did you put on deodorant this morning, Kazahaya?"
"I sweated it all off! Shut up!"
"Go buy one of those little travel ones from Ari, then."
Kazahaya looked dangerously close to committing homicide - or to stuffing the pillow down Cal's throat - so Cal cut his losses and shut up.
He woke up later with a start, tense, listening for what had startled him awake. His knife had been pushed all the way down to the bottom of the bed when Kazahaya had stolen his pillow, so he shifted his foot until he felt the familiar metal and curled his toes around it, pulling it up and into his hand.
A crack of thunder made him jump, and Cal rolled his eyes. Stupid. The storm had woken him up, not someone creeping into his cabin to strangle him with his own blanket. Beside him, Kazahaya was fast asleep, snoring. Cal nudged him out of the way to crawl over to the window and pull back the ratty drape. It was drizzling outside, the sky gone completely gray and dotted with patches of billowing gray and yellow clouds. He checked his laptop again. Eighty degrees. Not bad.
Someone banged on the door and he started again, palming his knife - just in case - before getting out of bed. "Hold on, hold on," he called, touching his toes briefly to get out the sleeping knots before going over to unlatch the door and pull it open.
"Hey Cal. I was just looking for - oh," Rikuou said, poking his head into the cabin. "Well, I guess I found him."
Rikuou had a wonderfully expressive face. Cal watched it go from worried to knowing to - was that - oh yes, just the slightest hint of disappointment before it settled into its familiar smirk. "Mind if I come in?" he asked, indicating his soaked clothes. "It's starting to really come down out there."
"Please," said Cal, pleased with himself when he managed not to sound too predatory. He opened the door wider.
"Thanks." Rikuou stepped inside, almost cautiously, and spent a couple of seconds wringing out his shirt. He nodded at Cal. "I like the shirtless look, by the way."
"Why, thank you, my dear." Cal tapped his mouth. "I'm flattered you even noticed," he said with a wink, "considering you're finding it hard to take your eyes off Sleeping Beauty there."
Rikuou rolled his eyes. "Did I say 'thanks'? I take that back."
Cal pantomimed taking an arrow to the heart, laughing as Rikuou brushed past him and sat on the bed opposite from where Kazahaya was sleeping. Took off his shoes, wrung out his shirt a little more - in general, tried very hard to act like he wasn't staring.
Cal smiled to himself and sat in the cabin's rickety old chairs, the one that seemed to have a fresh layer of cobwebs every morning no matter how clean you kept the damn thing. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and drew one out, lit it, took a long, refreshing drag. Rikuou really was handsome. Tall for his age - although Cal still had a good few inches on him - good bones, nice skin, and - well, he'd always had a weakness for dark hair.
Really, though, for all that he tried to act cynical, he was just *sweet.* Cal couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not. He did know it would end up getting the kid hurt. Maybe that was part of the attraction.
"I can't believe he's sleeping through this storm," Rikuou said.
"Kazahaya doesn't strike me as a light sleeper." Cal tilted his head. "Did it wake you up?"
"Well, it is pretty loud, Cal."
"Scared, Rikuou? Don't worry. I'll keep the storm monsters from getting you."
Rikuou's lip twitched. "I feel so safe now."
"You should." Cal smiled and ashed his cigarette onto the floor. "I control the weather, you know. This heat wave? Completely my fault. I just wanted to see everyone get naked."
"Couldn't wait for mandatory nudity day, huh?"
A crack of thunder rattled the cabin, which caused two things to happen: Cal dropped his cigarette and Kazahaya woke up. He was busy trying to wipe burning ash off his pants when he heard Kazahaya start yelling at Rikuou; he didn't pay attention to the precise words, but there was a 'jerk' in there somewhere, a few 'what the hells,' and then Cal heard Rikuou say defensively that he had as much a right to be in Cal's cabin as anyone did. Kazahaya sputtered.
"Ladies, ladies," Cal said loudly over their arguing. Shit. He'd burnt the chair. "Don't fight, please. There's enough of me to go around."
Rikuou stood, muttering under his breath about leaving. Over Kazahaya's angry "Maybe you should!" Cal reached out and grabbed Rikuou's wrist, exerting the tiniest bit of pressure to stop in his steps.
Rikuou looked down at him. Lightning filled the window behind them, coloring Rikuou's face in shades of white and black. Thunder rumbled lowly in the background. "I should go," Rikuou said after a pause, trying to pull his hand away.
Cal shook his head. "No, you shouldn't," he said. He ran his hand down Rikuou's wrist until their fingers were touching, squeezed gently. Rikuou hesitated but didn't try to pull away. Cal pulled out the big guns: he smiled.
Kazahaya picked this moment, of course, to storm over and stand next to Rikuou, arms folded. He scowled down at Cal, looking like a disapproving father. Kazahaya looked like this most of the time, though, and Cal wasn't fazed; Rikuou was still skittish, but Cal had won Kazahaya over a long time ago. He just occasionally had to be reminded of the fact. Cal turned the smile on him and Kazahaya, predictably, folded like a stack of cards.
"Cal," he said meekly, "what are you doing?"
"Hush," Cal said. He reached out and took Kazahaya's hand. Kazahaya swallowed audibly as Cal laid his cheek against Kazahaya's palm. "I'm doing something," he murmured, pressing his lips to it, "that will be very good for the both of you. And besides. You'll like it and it'll be fun."
Rikuou tried to pull away again at that. Cal squeezed his hand, none too gently, and glanced up at him. He was pleased to see that Rikuou didn't look angry, just indecisive. How did you react when something you'd wanted for so long was right in front of you for the taking? Did you take it?
"Cal," he said, and stopped.
Cal lifted his eyebrows. "Yes? Were you going to say something, Rikuou?"
Rikuou almost folded, but at the last minute gathered his nerve again. He glanced at Kazahaya. "Are you sure we should - " He stopped again and fidgeted. "I mean." His voice dropped. "Do this?"
Here it was. The turning point. You had the right hand; now all you had to do to win was play it right. Cal curved his lips and lowered his voice. "Bed," he said, tilting his head at it.
Rikuou and Kazahaya glanced at each other.
"Whoever gets there first gets a cookie," Cal said, deadpan.
They looked at him.
"Oh, for Christ's sake." He stood up and walked to the bed himself, pulled back the cover, sat down and crossed his legs. Rikuou and Kazahaya were still standing across the way, looking at anything but each other or at Cal; Kazahaya was blushing, Rikuou glaring at the floor. Cal pulled out his final weapon.
"Kazahaya," he said, "please."
Kazahaya moved forward then, and Cal knew it would all fall into place; Rikuou would follow, *was* following, and Kazahaya was kneeling on the bed next to him, worrying his bottom lip and still blushing, and Rikuou was sitting on Cal's other side and trying desperately to look like he knew what he was doing. Cal thought about telling him that really, *he* didn't even know what he was doing. But that would ruin the image, the magic, the intrigue. And that was everything.
He leaned forward and put an arm around Kazahaya's shoulders, pulled him in until they were flush together, chests and arms and skin touching. He kissed Kazahaya, just once, barely, a soft graze against the lips - not even a real kiss, but when he pulled away Kazahaya was already breathing hard. Cal smiled and stroked his cheek. "Did you like that?" he said, and when Kazahaya nodded he leaned in again and kissed him deeply.
He pulled away when he heard Rikuou shifting behind them and half-turned to look at him. He debated saying something, but there was quiet in the cabin, total silence except for the sound of the rain, and he settled for lifting an eyebrow and crooking a finger at him.
Rikuou broke the quiet at that. "Isn't that a little bit corny?" he muttered.
"Fuck you," Cal said cheerfully. He reached out, grabbed Rikuou by his collar, pulled him into a kiss. He'd never kissed Rikuou before. It was very different from kissing Kazahaya, not unexpectedly; Rikuou was harder, his lips thinner, and he bit Cal's tongue a little by accident but that was fine. Rikuou got into the swing of things quickly, anyway. He was good. And such a *male,* really, because just a few seconds after he'd really gotten into the kiss he was wrapping his arms around Cal and shifting until he was guiding the kiss, setting the flow and the pace. Cal chuckled into his mouth and Rikuou pulled back.
"What?" he said, sounding defensive.
"Nothing, my dear, nothing at all. I just like it when a nice big man takes control of things." Cal winked, and Rikuou rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, well, if you don't like it - "
Cal pulled him back into the kiss. This time, though, he wrapped his arms around Rikuou's shoulders, along with a leg, and pressed gently until Rikuou got the clue and leaned forward, so that the back of Cal's head pressed into Kazahaya's lap. He looked up into Kazahaya's face and grinned.
"Don't give me that look, Cal!" But Kazahaya was still flushed and his breath was coming even harder now, and he couldn't hide that.
"Don't be like that," Cal coaxed, reaching up to touch his cheek. "Kiss Rikuou for me."
"Yeah," Rikuou said. "Kiss me, Kazahaya. For Cal's sake."
"Shut up, jerk!"
"Kazahaya." Cal stroked Kazahaya's skin, gave a light stroke with his nails, and smiled as gently as he knew how. He lifted himself up, and Kazahaya hesitated, then bent down to meet him halfway, pressing his lips to Cal's. Cal slid his hand down Kazahaya's cheek to his neck, then to a collarbone, stroking the fine, broad angle of it, and finally to Kazahaya's hand. He wrapped his fingers around Kazahaya's and squeezed.
Then Rikuou put his hand on top of theirs. It was brave of him, and at first Kazahaya tensed, looking upset and embarrassed, but Rikuou just held it there, not moving, not speaking. Cal stroked Kazahaya's fingers and kept his mouth shut.
"You're a jerk," Kazahaya finally said.
"Yeah, I know." Rikuou hesitated. "But you like it."
"I don't - " Kazahaya broke off, looking away to scowl at the mattress. "Jerk," he muttered.
"But you like it," Cal said against his throat.
Rikuou was settled between Cal's hips; he hadn't seemed to realize that was where he was, but he noticed all of a sudden when he slid forward and Cal drew his breath in sharply. "Oh. Sorry. Uh - "
Cal let his head fall backward into Kazahaya's lap again. "Nothing to be sorry for." He shut his eyes, waved his hand vaguely in their direction. "Carry on. Don't mind me. I don't care, as long as you do that again."
"That?" Rikuou narrowed his eyes.
"That."
"You mean this?" He rolled his hips just the slightest bit.
Cal exhaled. "That."
"I can do that," Rikuou said, and leaned forward to kiss Kazahaya.
Cal opened his eyes to watch them. Kazahaya started away at first, fists clenching in the mattress - but then Rikuou touched his face, and Kazahaya shifted by accident and ended up pressing into the kiss. After that initial awkwardness, Cal was amused to note that they fit together as naturally as two people who'd been dancing together for years. Rikuou's hands were in Kazahaya's hair, and Kazahaya's hands were tight in Rikuou's shirt, one occasionally letting go to run hesitantly, shyly over Rikuou's shoulders and down an arm.
Rikuou had shifted upward, but one of his legs was still between Cal's. And, Cal reasoned, if no one was going to take care of him, he had to take care of himself, right? He wrapped his legs around Rikuou's, tilted his hips up and gave an exaggerated moan.
Rikuou and Kazahaya broke away to look down at him. "Cal!" Kazahaya said, scandalized. "What are you - "
Cal reached up, grasped his chin, and closed his mouth. "There we go," he said, patting Kazahaya's cheek. "It's so much better when you don't talk, don't you think?"
Rikuou snorted.
Kazahaya turned on him. "JERK! THAT WASN'T FUNNY, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING?"
"Because it was funny."
"No it *wasn't*!"
"Kazahaya." It was an awkward angle, but Cal managed to pull at Kazahaya's arms enough to get their faces close together - and to feel Kazahaya breathing fume and dragon fire on him. He smiled sweetly. "Just shut up," he said, leaning up to graze his mouth against Kazahaya's, counting that Kazahaya would crumble. And Kazahaya did, parting his lips so that Cal's tongue could slip past them and into his mouth. He couldn't help shifting his hips again; this time Rikuou was the one who gasped. Cal lifted them again, harder, and threaded a hand into Kazahaya's hair to pull at when Rikuou canted his hips down.
"Christ," Cal gasped, pulling away from Kazahaya. He turned a mischievous smile on Rikuou and lifted a finger to trace Rikuou's lips. "And here I thought you were so virginal."
"I'm a fast learner," Rikuou said, matching his smirk.
"Apparently so. Take your pants off. You too," he said to Kazahaya.
Rikuou only hesitated for a second before beginning to unbutton his pants. He glanced at Kazahaya and muttered something that got Kazahaya growling and indignantly going to take care of his own pants. "What about you?" Rikuou asked, lifting his eyebrows.
"Hey," said Kazahaya. "Yeah! No way I'm going to be naked if you're not!"
"I don't think you're ready for it yet," said Cal, folding his arms behind his head.
"Oh, *please,*" Rikuou said, kicking off his pants.
"Underwear, too."
"No!" Kazahaya pulled his pants back on.
"For Christ's sake." Cal massaged his forehead. "Why did you think I asked you to take your pants off? So we can all admire each other in the mirror and I can tell you how beautiful your little Kazahaya is? You can't get blowjobs with your pants on, gentlemen. Well, you can," he said thoughtfully, "but it's not as comfortable."
"My Kazahaya isn't little," Kazahaya grumbled. "Shut up."
"I bet mine's bigger," said Rikuou.
"You - I - " Kazahaya flushed bright red. "One week of laundry duty says I'm you're wrong, jackass!" He shoved his pants down, underwear and all, and glared at them both, challenging them to say anything.
"Your loss," Rikuou said, shrugging, and tossed his pants away dramatically to land on top of Cal's head. Cal pulled them off and sighed, unnoticed by either Rikuou or Kazahaya, who were trying very hard to keep their eyes on each other's faces. They hadn't blinked in thirty seconds.
Kazahaya looked down first. "Fuck!"
"Told you."
"Dammit," Kazahaya said, crossing his arms.
"He's only a little bigger," Cal said.
Rikuou actually blushed. "You weren't supposed to look." He coughed and covered his mouth.
"Really?" Cal tilted his head, eyeing him, smiling inwardly when Rikuou began to squirm. "Oh, don't worry," he said charitably. "I've seen bigger, but I've seen much littler. And besides, how am I not supposed to look? I'm going to be taking care of you this evening, Rikuou."
"Wait - " Rikuou began.
Cal clapped. "Stop talking! Kiss your partner again. I like it, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Chop chop."
Watching Rikuou and Kazahaya kiss was pleasant. Cal enjoyed beauty; Rikuou and Kazahaya were a study in contrasts, dark and light, softened into one color at the edges by the stormy outside light. Rikuou moved more slowly than Cal had thought he would, while Kazahaya clenched at skin and pulled on hair, trying to make the kiss go deeper, faster. Rikuou liked to savor; Kazahaya liked to feel.
He got onto his knees and shifted on the bed until he was behind Kazahaya. Rikuou's eyes flicked over to him briefly before falling back shut, but Cal had seen him grin into the kiss. Cal lifted his hands, settled them just above Kazahaya's shoulders, not touching skin yet; he inhaled briefly, smelling soap and sweat, then leaned down to press his lips lightly on the back of Kazahaya's neck. Kazahaya tensed, gasping, but relaxed back into the kiss when Cal settled his hands on his shoulders and massaged gently, teasing the tips of his nails along Kazahaya's skin.
He kissed his way down Kazahaya's back, soaking in the smell of his skin and hair, all the smells that he'd always wanted to smell - his interest in Kazahaya had always had less than pure motives, which he admitted freely. He lingered at the small of Kazahaya's back, running his hands up and down Kazahaya's sides. Kazahaya was starting to squirm; he'd already pulled away from Rikuou's kiss to lean his head against Rikuou's shoulder, panting hard enough that Cal could hear. Cal smiled to himself and snaked one hand around to grasp Kazahaya's erection.
Kazahaya gasped and almost jerked out of his hand, but Cal squeezed, very gently, just the slightest bit of pressure, then stroked again, lightly, building a slow but steady rhythm. Kazahaya squirmed and groaned and squeezed Rikuou's back and swore, very loudly, several times. He groaned for Cal to stop twice, but tried to hit him when he did. "Faster," he gasped, arching into Cal's hand. "Faster, Cal, faster, God, stop, I mean don't stop, oh my God don't stop - "
Rikuou kissed him and that was it; Kazahaya stiffened and clawed at Rikuou's back, probably leaving marks that Rikuou would do well to keep covered in the morning. Kazahaya was practically sobbing in Rikuou's arms when Cal wiped his hand fastidiously on the mattress. He sat back and flexed his hand, watching Kazahaya come back to himself a little and Rikuou kiss him gently, smooth his hair. Their eyes met over Kazahaya's head and Cal let himself smile, slowly, deliberately. Rikuou swallowed.
Cal reached out and stroked Kazahaya's hair, then his mouth. "Lie down," he said, stealing a brief kiss.
"Okay." Kazahaya's eyes were still dazed with sex. He found the pillow, put it under his head, stretched out - then: "JERK! Who said you could sleep with me?"
"Shut up, Kazahaya," said Rikuou, who had slid one arm under Kazahaya's head and the other under his own. "And don't forget you owe me one week of - JESUS Christ Cal what are you doing."
"I should have thought that would be obvious," said Cal, stroking Rikuou's thighs. "Of course, this can count as a remedial lesson if you need it to. I know how inexperienced you are, after all."
"Shut - oh." Rikuou fell silent. His mouth opened slightly to expell a harsh breath, his hand falling to grasp at the mattress. Cal chuckled against his dick and Rikuou nearly shot off the bed, swearing harshly. "*Jesus Christ,* Cal - "
"Serves you right, asshole," Kazahaya said, turning over and ignoring them.
Rikuou's hips were starting to strain upwards. Patiently, Cal settled his hands on them and pressed down, trying to get across that that was a no-no (not that he could blame Rikuou for trying). Fortunately, he was stronger than Rikuou, and shifting so that he was on top of Rikuou's legs helped, too. Finding a rhythm was slightly harder than it had been with Kazahaya, who was easy and wanted it quick; Rikuou had put a hand on Cal's head and squeezed at it if Cal went too fast, but he dug in hard when Cal went too slow.
"Cal," Rikuou said, voice strained. He tried to press Cal's head further down. "Don't - can't you - "
Cal lifted his head briefly to say, "No, I can't," then put his mouth on Rikuou's dick again and gathered his breath to hum, ever so quietly. It was still enough to make Rikuou yell and nearly throw himself off the bed, even with Cal's hands on his hips. He was practically quivering with - desire, certainly, but he was also beginning to slap one hand on the bed, in time with Cal's rhythm, to let out his frustration. Fuck, they were both so responsive. Cal loved it. He pulled away again and breathed hotly onto Rikuou's cock, and ten seconds later Rikuou was coming. Loudly and enthusiastically. Ah, teenagers.
Five seconds after that, Kazahaya's pillow came smashing down on Rikuou's face. "Do you have to be so damn *loud*?"
Kazahaya insisted on sleeping next to Cal, and Rikuou wouldn't move, so Cal ended up sandwiched in between them - not a bad position to be in. Rikuou was pressed against him one side, and Kazahaya's head was tucked under his chin. The rain had picked up pace about an hour ago; he could hear it rattling against the door, and the cabin, hot and sticky from all the exertion, had begun cooling down.
"Truffles," Rikuou said suddenly.
Cal turned his head; Kazahaya grabbed Cal's chest to pull himself up and stare at Rikuou.
"Not everyone gets chocolates," Rikuou said, a smile playing at his mouth. "But we got truffles."
"Truffles are addictive," Cal said. "Or so I'm told. They're not exactly easy to come by, where I'm from. Someone should make that a rallying point. 'Give us truffles or give us resigned acceptance of the fact that life is shitty and will never get any better!' Personally, I'll go with the truffles."
Rikuou rolled his eyes. Kazahaya just looked at him for a moment before saying, "Cal, shut up already," and kissing him.
"But the truffles, Kazahaya," Cal protested when Kazahaya had pulled away. "I've just realized, it kind of creates a dilemma for the people who are allergic to sugar - " And this time Rikuou was telling him to shut up and kissing him, and Kazahaya threatened to kick them both off the bed if they didn't let him sleep and *crap*, his foot had just touched the wet spot, and finally - who knew how - they were all asleep.