part eight
title: heartbreak warfare
author: hotfruits
rating: nc-17
characters: yamada/inoo. shida mirai. (cameo) daiki, takaki and yuma.
disclaimer: nope.
summary: through the hardship Ryosuke goes through with his mother, he meets Inoo Kei, a new, fresh teacher at his high school, who provides an escape from his hard life.
part one
part two
part three
part four/five
part six
part seven
Ryosuke spent the rest of winter break at Inoo’s, going over there when his mother was at work. It was perfection, like something out of a cheesy drama, the two waking up together in Inoo’s bed, greeting each other with a good morning kiss. Then they ate breakfast on the couch, watching the news until Ryosuke got bored and put on cartoons. They never went anywhere, but he didn’t mind, the weather was too cold to leave Inoo’s cozy apartment anyway, and he’d much rather spend his time loving on Inoo, in private, than going on silly dates.
The idea of them sounded fun, he couldn’t lie, but he also knew Inoo would never go for it. Now that they were together, it was more important than ever to keep it a secret, and he felt weird keeping something as big as this from Mirai, but for Inoo’s sake, he did it without question.
“School is tomorrow,” Inoo said during dinner, interrupting his thoughts, “Ryosuke-”
“Don’t worry, I won’t look at you longingly during class, I won’t call you Inoo in front of the other students, and even if we are alone, I won’t put the moves on you,” Ryosuke rolled his eyes, a little annoyed. They’d already been over this a hundred times, “I promise, okay?”
Inoo nodded, picking up another piece of chicken, but then stopped, “Ryosuke, since we’re together now, would you mind calling me Kei?”
“Not at all,” Ryosuke grinned, he had been wanting to call Inoo by his first name ever since he started calling him Ryosuke, but he wasn’t sure if it was okay. Now that he had Inoo’s permission though, he was excited to start calling him Kei.
“But not during-”
“Yes, I won’t call you Kei during school hours,” Ryosuke threw a piece of broccoli at Inoo, hitting him on the nose, “God, you’re so neurotic sometimes.”
“You love it,” Inoo teased, chucking a carrot at him, and Ryosuke laughed, running out of the room with Inoo chasing after him. He caught him around the waist in the hall, tackling him to the floor and blowing a raspberry on his neck.
“Oh God, ew, drool!” Ryosuke shrieked, swatting at Inoo’s arms, “Get off me you freak!”
“Never,” Inoo smirked, and then bit his neck, drawing a sharp gasp from his lips. Damn, it was that spot too, the one that always got him hard after a few nips and strokes from Inoo’s tongue.
“I swear, your sexual appetite is insatiable,” Ryosuke moaned, half in annoyance and half in pleasure as Inoo continued to assault his neck, his hands roaming down his body and groping his ass.
“Like yours isn’t, Mr. it’s three in the morning and I’m hard as fuck,” Ryosuke shivered, hearing Inoo swear was another high turn on point for him.
Forgetting that he should probably head home and get his things ready for school, Ryosuke spent his time instead on Inoo’s floor, no doubt getting a lovely carpet burn that would surely sting like a bitch tomorrow.
***
One look at Mirai’s smug grin that morning, and he sighed, asking, “So, you corrupted poor Nakayama, huh?”
“He liked it,” Mirai winked, an arm around his waist as they entered the school. “He was shy at first, but one look at this foxy body, and he was all over me.”
Ryosuke laughed, shaking his head at the girl, “You slutty, slutty she-devil. So,” Ryosuke bent closer to her ear, “How big was he?”
“Ugh, you pervert!” Mirai gave him a hard shove, and he had to bite his tongue to not hiss. His back, as he had predicted, was suffering from an intense carpet burn, and even wearing clothes felt like death. “You’re just jealous I’m getting some and you’re not.”
“Yes, yes of course,” Ryosuke rolled his eyes, looking away so she wouldn’t be able to see his lie. As his best friend, she had this uncanny sense of knowing when he was lying to her, and he couldn’t afford to get caught in this lie. He promised Kei a billion times he wouldn’t tell Mirai about their relationship, even though he insisted she wouldn’t ever, ever tell anyone. That didn’t reassure Kei though, so here he was, keeping secrets from his best friend.
It made him feel a little queasy though, which sucked. Feeling a hand on his arm, Mirai dragged him into their class, just as the bell rang. They took their seats, and just as he took out his English text book, Kei walked into the room.
Okay, this wasn’t fair, Ryosuke pouted, watching Kei’s jean-clad ass waltz by. Where was his boring ass, hidden by brown or black slacks, the one that wouldn’t distract him from his work and give him all kinds of dirty thoughts, like Kei bending him over his desk and punishing him.
Oh no, bad thought, don’t go down that road, Ryosuke groaned, feeling his pants tightening around his groin. This was going to be an incredibly long, excruciating day.
When the final bell rang, Ryosuke shoved his books back into his back pack, not caring if they were unorganized and possibly crushing his notes on the Magna Carta. He was about to sprint out of the classroom when Kei called him back. Saying his ’laters’ to Mirai, Ryosuke waited until they were alone to walk up to Kei’s desk, dragging a chair along with him. Sitting down, he watched as Kei rifled around through his papers, clearly looking for something. When he found it, he handed it to Ryosuke, who read the paper curiously.
A smile spreading across his face, he folded the paper and put it into his pocket. “So, is this like,” he lowered his voice, “A date?”
“I suppose,” Inoo’s tone was casual, but his smile was bright and big, “When I saw the flyer in the mail today, it just seemed perfect. The restaurant is out of the area, so we won’t run into anyone we know, and it has low-lighting, so even if someone does see us, it’d be easy to deny it.”
“This is my first date, you know,” Ryosuke said quietly, blushing as he pulled on his coat sleeve, “So it has to be perfect, alright?”
“Alright,” Inoo nodded, standing up and grabbing his briefcase. Ryosuke stood as well, gingerly throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow, Yamada.”
“Have a good day, Sensei,” Ryosuke bowed his head before leaving, his insides giddy with excitement. Oh, he was going on a date, a real date! He couldn’t stop smiling as he made his way home, feeling like he was walking on air. This was going to be a magical evening, he just knew it.
Now all he had to do was find something to wear, that would be appropriate for a fancy restaurant. Too bad all he had were jeans, most of which were torn up, and various plain colored shirts. He needed something nice for this date, like a collared shirt and some slacks, but he couldn’t possibly afford anything like that.
If he asked, he was sure Mirai would lend him the money, but then she would want to know why he was buying nice clothes. Takaki was an option too, but he hadn’t really talked to the older man since summer, and it felt rude to call him up and ask to go shopping out of the blue. Seeing all of his options running out, Ryosuke swallowed his guilt and changed into some street clothes, keeping his glasses on as he left the house, backpack over his shoulders.
Heading into Shibuya, Ryosuke entered a classy looking store, eyeing all of the clothes. Everything here was so nice, and expensive, which would surely impress Kei. Keeping an eye out for any store clerks, Ryosuke found a pair of slim black slacks and shoved them into his bag, making sure his back was facing the security camera on the wall. Grabbing a red sweater that looked nice, Ryosuke discreetly slipped it into his bag and left the store, hurrying out into the street and getting lost in the crowd.
When he got home, he hid the clothes under his mattress, knowing his mother would have no reason to ever look under there. Although he felt like he deserved a good punch for stealing, he knew it was best if his mother just never found out, plus he didn’t want to be black and blue for his date with Kei.
Falling back into his bed, Ryosuke sighed and tried to suppress the guilt, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could start doing his homework.
author: hotfruits
rating: nc-17
characters: yamada/inoo. shida mirai. (cameo) daiki, takaki and yuma.
disclaimer: nope.
summary: through the hardship Ryosuke goes through with his mother, he meets Inoo Kei, a new, fresh teacher at his high school, who provides an escape from his hard life.
part one
part two
part three
part four/five
part six
part seven
Ryosuke spent the rest of winter break at Inoo’s, going over there when his mother was at work. It was perfection, like something out of a cheesy drama, the two waking up together in Inoo’s bed, greeting each other with a good morning kiss. Then they ate breakfast on the couch, watching the news until Ryosuke got bored and put on cartoons. They never went anywhere, but he didn’t mind, the weather was too cold to leave Inoo’s cozy apartment anyway, and he’d much rather spend his time loving on Inoo, in private, than going on silly dates.
The idea of them sounded fun, he couldn’t lie, but he also knew Inoo would never go for it. Now that they were together, it was more important than ever to keep it a secret, and he felt weird keeping something as big as this from Mirai, but for Inoo’s sake, he did it without question.
“School is tomorrow,” Inoo said during dinner, interrupting his thoughts, “Ryosuke-”
“Don’t worry, I won’t look at you longingly during class, I won’t call you Inoo in front of the other students, and even if we are alone, I won’t put the moves on you,” Ryosuke rolled his eyes, a little annoyed. They’d already been over this a hundred times, “I promise, okay?”
Inoo nodded, picking up another piece of chicken, but then stopped, “Ryosuke, since we’re together now, would you mind calling me Kei?”
“Not at all,” Ryosuke grinned, he had been wanting to call Inoo by his first name ever since he started calling him Ryosuke, but he wasn’t sure if it was okay. Now that he had Inoo’s permission though, he was excited to start calling him Kei.
“But not during-”
“Yes, I won’t call you Kei during school hours,” Ryosuke threw a piece of broccoli at Inoo, hitting him on the nose, “God, you’re so neurotic sometimes.”
“You love it,” Inoo teased, chucking a carrot at him, and Ryosuke laughed, running out of the room with Inoo chasing after him. He caught him around the waist in the hall, tackling him to the floor and blowing a raspberry on his neck.
“Oh God, ew, drool!” Ryosuke shrieked, swatting at Inoo’s arms, “Get off me you freak!”
“Never,” Inoo smirked, and then bit his neck, drawing a sharp gasp from his lips. Damn, it was that spot too, the one that always got him hard after a few nips and strokes from Inoo’s tongue.
“I swear, your sexual appetite is insatiable,” Ryosuke moaned, half in annoyance and half in pleasure as Inoo continued to assault his neck, his hands roaming down his body and groping his ass.
“Like yours isn’t, Mr. it’s three in the morning and I’m hard as fuck,” Ryosuke shivered, hearing Inoo swear was another high turn on point for him.
Forgetting that he should probably head home and get his things ready for school, Ryosuke spent his time instead on Inoo’s floor, no doubt getting a lovely carpet burn that would surely sting like a bitch tomorrow.
***
One look at Mirai’s smug grin that morning, and he sighed, asking, “So, you corrupted poor Nakayama, huh?”
“He liked it,” Mirai winked, an arm around his waist as they entered the school. “He was shy at first, but one look at this foxy body, and he was all over me.”
Ryosuke laughed, shaking his head at the girl, “You slutty, slutty she-devil. So,” Ryosuke bent closer to her ear, “How big was he?”
“Ugh, you pervert!” Mirai gave him a hard shove, and he had to bite his tongue to not hiss. His back, as he had predicted, was suffering from an intense carpet burn, and even wearing clothes felt like death. “You’re just jealous I’m getting some and you’re not.”
“Yes, yes of course,” Ryosuke rolled his eyes, looking away so she wouldn’t be able to see his lie. As his best friend, she had this uncanny sense of knowing when he was lying to her, and he couldn’t afford to get caught in this lie. He promised Kei a billion times he wouldn’t tell Mirai about their relationship, even though he insisted she wouldn’t ever, ever tell anyone. That didn’t reassure Kei though, so here he was, keeping secrets from his best friend.
It made him feel a little queasy though, which sucked. Feeling a hand on his arm, Mirai dragged him into their class, just as the bell rang. They took their seats, and just as he took out his English text book, Kei walked into the room.
Okay, this wasn’t fair, Ryosuke pouted, watching Kei’s jean-clad ass waltz by. Where was his boring ass, hidden by brown or black slacks, the one that wouldn’t distract him from his work and give him all kinds of dirty thoughts, like Kei bending him over his desk and punishing him.
Oh no, bad thought, don’t go down that road, Ryosuke groaned, feeling his pants tightening around his groin. This was going to be an incredibly long, excruciating day.
When the final bell rang, Ryosuke shoved his books back into his back pack, not caring if they were unorganized and possibly crushing his notes on the Magna Carta. He was about to sprint out of the classroom when Kei called him back. Saying his ’laters’ to Mirai, Ryosuke waited until they were alone to walk up to Kei’s desk, dragging a chair along with him. Sitting down, he watched as Kei rifled around through his papers, clearly looking for something. When he found it, he handed it to Ryosuke, who read the paper curiously.
A smile spreading across his face, he folded the paper and put it into his pocket. “So, is this like,” he lowered his voice, “A date?”
“I suppose,” Inoo’s tone was casual, but his smile was bright and big, “When I saw the flyer in the mail today, it just seemed perfect. The restaurant is out of the area, so we won’t run into anyone we know, and it has low-lighting, so even if someone does see us, it’d be easy to deny it.”
“This is my first date, you know,” Ryosuke said quietly, blushing as he pulled on his coat sleeve, “So it has to be perfect, alright?”
“Alright,” Inoo nodded, standing up and grabbing his briefcase. Ryosuke stood as well, gingerly throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow, Yamada.”
“Have a good day, Sensei,” Ryosuke bowed his head before leaving, his insides giddy with excitement. Oh, he was going on a date, a real date! He couldn’t stop smiling as he made his way home, feeling like he was walking on air. This was going to be a magical evening, he just knew it.
Now all he had to do was find something to wear, that would be appropriate for a fancy restaurant. Too bad all he had were jeans, most of which were torn up, and various plain colored shirts. He needed something nice for this date, like a collared shirt and some slacks, but he couldn’t possibly afford anything like that.
If he asked, he was sure Mirai would lend him the money, but then she would want to know why he was buying nice clothes. Takaki was an option too, but he hadn’t really talked to the older man since summer, and it felt rude to call him up and ask to go shopping out of the blue. Seeing all of his options running out, Ryosuke swallowed his guilt and changed into some street clothes, keeping his glasses on as he left the house, backpack over his shoulders.
Heading into Shibuya, Ryosuke entered a classy looking store, eyeing all of the clothes. Everything here was so nice, and expensive, which would surely impress Kei. Keeping an eye out for any store clerks, Ryosuke found a pair of slim black slacks and shoved them into his bag, making sure his back was facing the security camera on the wall. Grabbing a red sweater that looked nice, Ryosuke discreetly slipped it into his bag and left the store, hurrying out into the street and getting lost in the crowd.
When he got home, he hid the clothes under his mattress, knowing his mother would have no reason to ever look under there. Although he felt like he deserved a good punch for stealing, he knew it was best if his mother just never found out, plus he didn’t want to be black and blue for his date with Kei.
Falling back into his bed, Ryosuke sighed and tried to suppress the guilt, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could start doing his homework.