#20: I don't want to be a virgin anymore
Title: #20 I don't want to be a virgin anymore
Author Me!
Style: Angst, comedy, smut
Rating PG-17
Pairing: Ryopi
Description: Nishikido Ryo is one of the geekiest guys in school. Yamashita Tomohisa is the most popular guy in school. Despite falling in love with the boy that bullies him every day, Ryo chooses to keep quiet about his feelings, but all is not what it seems...
A/N this might be too late :( but I feel happy for doing it anyway, as I've had a very busy time >.< . Also, it kinda links in with all the other prompts as well >.< I don't think I did it very well!
Nishikido Ryo - the geek.
He was a personified stereotype from head to toe; neatly combed hair, an ironed white shirt, braces that held up his black trousers and a pair of old boots that his mother bought for his first day of school. Due to his poor eyesight he was the proud owner of the thickest glasses in Tokyo, and still the poor teenager managed to trip at the foot of every staircase. Nishikido took solace in the fact that he was the smartest in his class, but the pride would never last for long. How could a kid such as Nishikido Ryo survive through High School unharmed and untainted?
At least he wasn’t the smelly kid; he always smelt of dry cleaning with a slight whisp of fruity cologne. Thank god he wasn’t the kid with bad acne; his enforced healthy diet had left him with skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Instead, Nishikido took the role of the class nerd, something that he could not escape and neither destroy. He was destined to be a geek.
Yamashita Tomohisa - the jock.
Everyone knew him. Everyone loved him. Everyone wanted him. It seemed to Nishikido that the moment Yamashita walked through the gates of high school there was no need for second year sexual education class. Tomohisa enticed other students like a spell, and as if hypnotised, any girl with a pulse would robotically follow his trail to class every morning. Everything about him reeked sex, or at least that was what Nishikido thought. Yamashita had the pick of any woman in school, and that kind of power was not to be taken lightly.
Unfortunately, Yamashita and his friends were not favourable of a man with such fanatical views. Neither were they sympathetic to a man with braces. Almost everything that Nishikido owned had been down the school lavatories - including his head. During sports classes he was used as a punchbag. The shelf for his outdoor shoes had become something of a post box for angry notes. Regardless of the bullying, Nishikido still admired Yamashita Tomohisa, and often wondered why, as human beings, they had to be so different from one and other.
Sometimes his adoration caused complete and utter agony. Nishikido would never forget his first trip to the school toilets, alone, to relieve the stress caused in his boxers after a run in with Yamashita. After he had composed himself he vowed never to get too close to Yamashita again, unless the contact was forced upon him. But the student had already cast his spell, and the more detailed Nishikido’s thoughts became, the more painful it was to go to school.
What hope was there? Nishikido was a dork; he choked on his lunch and had nosebleeds during class. Yamashita was perfect; a strong, tall body, dyed hair and mysteriously dark eyes that penetrated into the minds of any girl he took as his prey. He cried himself to sleep at the thought of Yamashita discovering his feelings.
But one day, there was a blip. Reality hit a brick wall and the whole of time and space fell apart, or at least that was what Nishikido thought of his walk home down the autumn streets of leaf-ridden Tokyo. Maybe he should have predicted the event; the sky seemed to have changed colour and the colours of the school building seemed just as fiery as the orange leaves and trees. Something in the air was fully charged and ready to go, like his daily events had been electrified.
High school was in a quiet area of the city; from the east gate Nishikido could walk towards the train station in absolute peace. The winding road towards the tracks was lined with tall apartment blocks with small grocery shops at their feet. The smells of family cooking lined the air and the shop banners and flags seemed to dance on the fumes. It was a hot day for October, but the Japanese weather was becoming noticeably colder, and with it the food that Ryo encountered on his way home from school was growing stuffier and smokier day by day.
The small park amongst a circle of buildings was a great place for Ryo to relax after a hard day at school. It wasn’t much of a park, more of a seating area, but the flower beds and trees made the area far too charming to be called anything less. He sat on his usual bench and stared at the same bed of flowers that he always stared at. A sigh seemed to escape his lips naturally without much thought. He sank into the wooden structure beneath him and relaxed.
“Oi, Nishikido.” Called a familiar voice. If Ryo hadn’t clutched to the bench then he probably would have jumped out of his skin. He stared wide-eyed at Yamashita Tomohisa, strolling into the park with a sly smirk on his lips. His shirt was undone to his chest and he had his blazer over one shoulder. How could such minor alterations to a uniform make one look so hot?
Nishikido got to his feet awkwardly and pursed his lips. Despite being weak, he would never simply allow himself to be beaten up for no good reason. He always stood up to Yamashita even though his resistance was always rendered futile.
“W-what do you want from me, Yamashita?” Ryo asked. He tried to sound tough, but he couldn’t prevent the squeak of fear as he spoke the other boys’ name. Earlier that morning Yamashita and his cronies had grabbed his bag and emptied it all over the top floor corridor. It seemed that Nishikido was a fool to think that he had endured his punishment for the day.
“Sit down Nishikido, I’m not going to do anything to you.” Yamashita chuckled. Nishikido scowled and looked back and forth between Yamashita and the bench. Was he telling the truth? Could Nishikido sit down and avoid a beating? Yamashita wasn’t known for his honesty, but Nishikido hoped that there was something pure in the students’ intentions.
Slowly, Nishikido sat on the bench.
“If you don’t want to beat me up, then what do you want?” Nishikido snapped. “If it’s money, then I don’t have any. If It’s homework, then I can’t do it for you. If it’s…”
“Wow, you talk far too much.” Yamashita interrupted. He walked over to the bench, slapped his thighs and almost collapsed on the wooden frame. It made the whole structure shiver, along with Nishikido. He would never have predicted it, but Yamashita alone was a little scarier than Yamashita with his friends.
Nishikido would look at Yamashita. It took a long time before Yamashita decided to carry on with his point and give up on Nishikido’s attention. “First of all, you dropped this in school.” He held his palm in front of Nishikido’s face. A large, golden ring glinted in his eyes, and within a second he’d snatched it from Yamashita and shoved it in his pocket.
“Oh my god, how did I drop that?!” Ryo mumbled. Yamashita cocked his head to the side and observed Ryo’s fidgeting.
“What kind of ring is it? It’s kinda big; too big for someone like you anyway…”
“It’s none of your business.” Ryo muttered.
“But it’s suspicious.” Yamashita explained. He smirked and leant back on the bench. “I could spread all kinds of rumours about this ring…”
“OK!” Nishikido blurted. He clenched his fists and managed to keep himself calm. He didn’t want to explain anything in too much depth to someone like Yamashita Tomohisa, but it seemed like he didn’t have much choice. “It belongs to my father.”
Yamashita stared at the side of Nishikido’s head in confusion.
“So… why do you have it?”
Silence. Nishikido got to his feet and brushed his uniform off. He didn’t want to continue with the conversation, otherwise he’d show a side of him to Yamashita that he’d hidden for years. His father had died a long time ago, but because Ryo had never spoken to anyone about it, he’d cursed himself to believe that a simple utterance of the accident would send him spiralling into the deep dark depths of depression.
“You’re so stupid.” Nishikido mumbled. “B-but… thank you for bringing it to me.”
Just as Nishikido stepped away from the bench in order to start his walk home, Yamashita grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. The moment seemed to last forever. The warmth on the thin skin of his wrist warmed up his whole body, even if Ryo didn’t want it to. He stumbled backwards dorkily and finally shared eye contact with Yamashita.
“Secondly…” Yamashita continued as if Nishikido hadn’t insulted him before trying to leave the bench. “I want to give you a tip that will help you out in school…. And probably life.”
“School? And life? W-what are you talking about?” Ryo asked nervously. His cheeks were quite obviously burning up since Yamashita still hadn’t released his grip on Ryo’s wrist.
“A fashion tip.” Yamashita explained. After a few seconds of exchanging quizzical frowns with mischievous smirks, Yamashita grabbed Nishikido’s shirt and yanked it out of his trousers. Nishikido instantly jumped back out of horror.
“What are you doing?!” He cried.
“First of all, don’t tuck your shirt into your trousers!” He lifted his head and his preying hands quickly shot towards his top button. He nimbly loosened the button and cocked his head to the side. “Secondly, don’t do all the buttons up. Surely it’s uncomfortable?” After this, Nishikido wondered whether Yamashita had a third point to make. After what felt like a millennium, Yamashita grabbed Nishikido’s glasses and rigorously pulled them off his face. “Thirdly, no glasses.”
“B-but now I can hardly see…” Nishikido protested. He instantly rubbed his eyes and tried to take the glasses back, but Yamashita hid them behind his back and laughed.
“Do what everyone else does! Buy contact lenses!” Nishikido finally looked up at Yamashita, and as he did something in Yamashita’s rude and impish face changed. He smiled. “You’ve got nice eyes, don’t hide them.”
With that, Yamashita walked off. He strolled out of the small park and left Nishikido in complete and utter confusion. The park, which Nishikido had always enjoyed much more than anyone’s company, seemed lonely and cold despite the hot weather. Every time Yamashita touched him he felt nervous, excited and warm. For any normal person, it would have taken skill to not get carried away with the moment, but Nishikido was no ordinary person. Sure, he liked Yamashita, but acting upon his desires would destroy everything. His acquaintance had finally talked to him peacefully - what more could he ask for?
That afternoon lingered in Nishikido’s memory for a long time. The part that he decided to forget was his journey home; since Yamashita had effectively ‘stolen’ Nishikido’s glasses he found it very difficult to navigate his way around crowds. From that day on, Nishikido never wore his glasses. He never tucked his shirt into his trousers and he always left his shirt buttons loose.
Sometimes he daydreamed over the words that Yamashita spoke to him. You’ve got nice eyes, don’t hide them. No one had ever complimented Nishikido on his eyes. What was so special about them? He stared at himself in his bathroom mirror to try and figure it out. They were just eyes, right?
Even if his eyes weren’t an attraction to Yamashita, something was luring him in, causing the other boy to visit him in the park almost every day and chat with him. Every afternoon there was a hint of panic that ran round Nishikido’s system like an electric current; why did Yamashita want to sit and talk with him? The panic subsided when Yamashita had finished his walk over to the bench and had sat down on the uncertain surface. Contrary to Nishikido’s previous belief, Yamashita was quite a nice guy. Sure, he could be an insensitive jerk when he wanted to be, but to those who he loved he took the best care over them.
Nishikido wished that the same applied to him - but it didn’t. Even though the bullying had been reduced, it still existed. Yamashita’s friends continued to beat him up and throw him down toilets. Yamashita never objected, yet continued to talk to him after school.
But Nishikido could slip a mumble, groan or sniff. He was addicted to Yamashita’s attention. Without it, he was a geek, but with it, he was a geek with nice eyes.
Nishikido’s meetings with Yamashita lasted for months. It was spring before it became unbearable. Something selfish within Nishikido had grown out of control. It felt like there was a weed in his brain that he’d left to grow wild. Around the school, trees and flowers were blooming into their prime form, but Nishikido was most definitely wilting.
In the meantime, Yamashita continued life as usual. Every night, Nishikido envisioned him going to clubs, meeting his friends, causing mischief and going home with girls. The jealousy over these imaginary girls was unmanageable and Nishikido regularly found himself unable to sleep.
After another day of hard work and being pushed around by Yamashita’s unbearable friends, Nishikido took the usual route home. He would most probably meet Yamashita at the park; the meeting had become routine. The trees were rustling in the slight spring wind; their brand new clothes were dancing around in the breeze and quite often little pink trails would fly off their branches and land peacefully on the pavement.
The houses and shops were exuding a fresh new scent from their bellies. Nishikido wasn’t quite sure what the mixture of scents was, but it was lighter than the old winter broths that used to burst its way out of house windows in December. Due to the light and the joyful colours in the park, the area was a little busier than before. Last year Nishikido wasn’t happy about the busyness, but this year was completely different. Just like most other people in the park, he had someone to meet too.
Half an hour passed. No Tomohisa. Ryo played with the idea of leaving the park and going home, but just as he grabbed his school bag he heard his phone go off. He grabbed the old piece of technology and quickly opened the text he had received.
I’ll be there soon.
It was Tomohisa. Ryo frowned at the text message and sat back in the bench. What could take Yamashita so long? It was already five o clock. He sighed and observed the people passing through the park. If Tomohisa said he would come, then Ryo guessed he would have to wait.
An hour later. 6 o clock. No Tomohisa. Ryo had resorted to reading his book and playing games on his phone. The amount of people passing through the park was beginning to dwindle and daylight was about the fade. He’d texted Tomohisa back, but there hadn’t been any reply. Maybe something was wrong? If Tomohisa didn’t text him soon, then Ryo was pretty sure that he would have to…
Bleep! A text! Ryo hurried to open his phone and read the text.
Make it around 7.
Ryo groaned and snapped his phone shut. He wiped his face down and got to his feet. Was he really going to wait for a small chat? Was he really that obsessed? He glanced in the direction of the train station and sighed. He couldn’t just leave Tomohisa under such circumstances, so he decided to go and find something to eat while he waited.
As daylight left Tokyo he could see the bliss and happiness from the plants and trees in the park leave with it. It felt like the park had given up hope on Tomohisa’s arrival. Lights from the flats above nearby shops flickered on and Ryo could see family’s silhouettes having dinner and walking around their rooms. He crossed his arms and laid down on the bench. He probably looked like a hobo, but after hours of waiting for his ‘friend’ he didn’t care. Worry over Tomohisa had escalated, but what was he supposed to do? Where was he supposed to go? If he didn’t turn up at 7, Ryo felt that action, whatever it was, would have to be taken.
But just a few minutes after 7, Tomohisa arrived. His walk was normal; confident and broad, but his face bore a different story; beaten, panicked and troubled. Ryo sat up immediately and pursed his lips at Tomohisa’s beaten state.
“What’s wrong?” Ryo asked. There was no reply until Tomohisa had made his way to the bench.
“Let’s…” Tomohisa began. He stammered a little, something that Ryo had never seen him do. “Let’s go to my place.”
“Y-your place?” Ryo asked. He’d only ever walked past Tomohisa’s flat, a large place where his mother and sister also lived yet were hardly at home. Ryo gulped and shrugged. “Well if you want to then we should…”
Tomohisa didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed Ryo from the bench and walked out of the eastern exit. Ryo let himself get pulled in the right direction, no rejections, no exclamation of pain. If something was wrong with Tomohisa he should allow him to go home and explain there, but Ryo’s curiosity always got the better of him.
Luckily, Tomohisa didn’t live far away from the school. It was very easy to walk from school to Tomohisa’s flat in around ten minutes. Tomohisa often remarked on how far away Ryo lived, but Ryo hardly bat an eye; he was used to taking trains to wherever he wanted to go.
“I’m sorry for being so late.” Tomohisa apologised as he led the way to his flat. Ryo shook his head and stammered.
“W-what happened?” He asked. “Don’t try and act cool, it’s obvious that something bad has happened.”
Tomohisa dragged Ryo down a side path. It didn’t worry Ryo too much; the side path was a part of the route that Tomohisa had used the last time Ryo walked with him home. This time, however, Tomohisa pushed Ryo back into the side wall and glared at him. The action brought back terrible memories of being beaten up at school, and for the first time in months, Ryo felt scared of Tomohisa. “W-what are you doing?!”
Thousands of thoughts ran through Ryo’s head. Was Tomohisa going to punch him? Kick him? Spit in his face or slam his head into the brick wall? Why was he so scared of Tomohisa? Why was he doing this? Finally, Tomohisa acted, and cleared all thoughts from Ryo’s mind.
He leant closer to Ryo and brought their lips together. He kissed him so deeply that Ryo felt like he was falling into the brick wall behind him. Tomohisa broke through Ryo’s lips and pushed his tongue through to Ryo’s. When they touched it was like ten thousand volts of electricity were finally being passed round their bodies. Ryo woke up from his resistance and hungrily kissed Tomohisa back. Their tongues danced together, roamed round each other’s mouth as to get further into each other, and every few moments retracted to gasp for air.
Tomohisa’s hands roamed up Ryo’s shirt, examining every little thing about Ryo’s torso. His shirt was almost half way up his body, exposing his skin to the cool spring air. Another hand wrapped round Ryo’s hair, pushing his mouth further into his own.
“I knew you’d want this just as much as I do.” Tomohisa whispered once they paused. He smirked and glared at Ryo with a mischief that he’d never seen in the other boy before. Ryo stammered in shock, unable to express his mixed up feelings. It was as if everything he’d ever day-dreamt about at home or in class was finally coming true.
“B-but you’re…” He attempted. He gasped as Tomohisa’s hand wandered down his body, skimmed across his pale skin, circled his hips and curled his fingertips around his trousers and boxers. He pushed his hand into them and grabbed Ryo’s ass, consequently pushing Ryo closer to him. “Y-you’re Yamashita Tomohisa, I-I thought you’d have women every night all over you and…”
“No!” Yamashita couldn’t help but laugh at the statement. He kissed Ryo again and moved down to his neck. “There are things I haven’t told anyone…”
Despite the affectionate kisses to Ryo’s neck, he couldn’t help but wonder what Tomohisa was getting at. Finally he lifted his head and stared straight at Ryo with a serious glint in his eyes. “I’m not like what everyone things I am. Just because I act like it… it means nothing.”
“What do you mean?” Ryo asked. Tomohisa released his grip on Ryo’s ass and stroked one finger up his spine. A shiver took hold of Ryo and as if Tomohisa had cast a spell, he fell forward and found himself completely in the other boy’s control.
“You’re the only person I want. No one else has ever got close…”
Ryo couldn’t reply. Tomohisa continued to nibble at his neck, which almost took Ryo off what Tomohisa had just told him and forced a groan out of his lips. Once he stopped and took another look at Ryo, the situation re-appeared in Ryo’s mind and he couldn’t help himself but make a comment.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Ryo cried after thinking over the absurd statement over and over again. “You can’t be a virgin!”
“Is it so hard to believe?” Tomohisa asked.
“YES!” Ryo cried again. “Even I’M not a virgin! I’m sorry Tomohisa, you make up some amazing bullshit but this HAS to be the worst I’ve ever heard from you!”
“I’m not lying…” Tomohisa whined. The look in his eyes, Ryo supposed, was genuine. He stared blankly at Tomohisa in hope that he would crack a smile and tell the truth, but no, he was, in fact, a virgin. Despite the initial shock, something about it soothed Ryo and made him rather content.
“So… you want me… to be the…”
“I don’t give a shit about anyone else.” Tomohisa growled as he grabbed Ryo’s ass for a second time. He leant forward to Ryo’s ear and whispered. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long…”
He lowered himself to Ryo’s body and loosened every button until he reached Ryo’s crotch. He kissed his stomach and swirled his tongue around his belly-button while un-zipping his school trousers. Ryo gasped as he watched Tomohisa grab onto his hips and push his boxers down to reveal his already hard cock. Tomohisa massaged it slowly before entering it into his mouth, covering the cock with his tongue and caressing it.
Ryo groaned loudly and grabbed Tomohisa’s hair. He pushed him to go quicker and quietly urged him to do so too. As the pace continued, Ryo wondered how long he could keep up before coming into Tomohisa’s mouth. The warmth around his cock was almost unbearably electrifying and the hold around his hips was beginning to tingle.
Eventually Tomohisa released his cock and went to get something from his bag. Ryo sighed and closed his eyes. If Tomohisa really hadn’t tried this before, he was certainly gifted. When Tomohisa appeared again he had a bottle of lube in his hands. He went to squeeze it on his hands, but before he did Ryo snatched it and squeezed it onto his own. Tomohisa had done his time, Ryo wasn’t willing to let slip of his own.
He began loosening Tomohisa’s trousers. In reaction Tomohisa kissed Ryo passionately. They continued to kiss as Ryo squeezed the lube into his hands and took hold of Tomohisa’s cock. Immediately, he moaned into Ryo’s mouth, and Ryo quickened his pace along his length. Finally he caressed Tomohisa’s balls and deepend his kiss. He’d never wanted so desperately to make someone feel so comfortable, but Tomohisa was an exception.
Once Ryo let go Tomohisa quickly pinned him against the wall roughly and smirked. “Ryo… you’re a lot different to how I thought you’d be.”
Ryo smirked back and kissed Tomohisa’s neck.
“Life’s full of surprises I guess.”
Tomohisa took the bottle of lube and pressed a little into his fingers. He then pushed two into Ryo’s entrance. Ryo whined at first, but neither of them wanted Tomohisa to slow. “Keep going.” Ryo urged Tomohisa. He obeyed, and pushed his fingers further into Ryo.
Once inside, Tomohisa couldn’t take the tension. He released from Ryo and brought two hands round to Ryo’s ass. Without warning he pushed his cock into Ryo and both men moaned for different reasons. Ryo leant his head on Tomohisa’s shoulder and grabbed hold of his ass. He whispered into Tomohisa’s ear for more, harder and faster despite the pain that it gave. Tomohisa obeyed, pushing faster into Ryo and gasping desperately for air as he did so.
Eventually pleasure took over. He whined into Tomohisa’s ear and bit into his skin. Tomohisa grew rough and rammed into Ryo as hard as he could. His tight walls were bringing so much pleasure to him that he was certain he would reach his limit at any moment. It didn’t worry him; both men were completely in sync with each other.
Their wails grew in frequency and eventually they both reached their limits. Tomohisa pressed into Ryo as far as possible. Ryo felt as if he went blind as ecstasy took over his whole body. He shouted Tomohisa’s name, almost screamed, as Tomohisa came inside him and Ryo came on his stomach. The bliss lasted for what felt like eternity, until finally Ryo found himself pressed up against the wall with Tomohisa laid over him.
“That…” Tomohisa began through gasps. “Was amazing.”
Ryo wiped sweat from his brow and gasped for air.
“Damn right.” Ryo answered quietly. His throat felt like it had been ripped apart. “For a virgin, you’re damn good.”
“I didn’t want to be one…” Tomohisa sighed, kissing Ryo gently. “But I had to find the right person, you know?”
Ryo nodded, wondering why he hadn’t done the same. He’d never valued himself, but his urges were just as strong as any other boy his age. He’d given away his virginity too easily, maybe? He received another kiss from Tomohisa and smirked at the warmth against his skin. “By the way, Ryo, those guys at school won’t bother you again.”
“W-what do you mean?” Ryo asked as he snapped his gaze to Tomohisa.
“I told them that I liked you, that’s why I was late.” Tomohisa explained. “We had a fight, but I won. I definitely won.” He grinned happily, the bruises from his fight still covering his face. Ryo rolled his eyes and nodded in acceptance. Tomohisa seemed to enjoy fighting, and it was something Ryo would never understand. “But really, Ryo, start trusting me from now on, please?”
Ryo smiled nervously and blushed.
“I think I can do that now.”
Author Me!
Style: Angst, comedy, smut
Rating PG-17
Pairing: Ryopi
Description: Nishikido Ryo is one of the geekiest guys in school. Yamashita Tomohisa is the most popular guy in school. Despite falling in love with the boy that bullies him every day, Ryo chooses to keep quiet about his feelings, but all is not what it seems...
A/N this might be too late :( but I feel happy for doing it anyway, as I've had a very busy time >.< . Also, it kinda links in with all the other prompts as well >.< I don't think I did it very well!
Nishikido Ryo - the geek.
He was a personified stereotype from head to toe; neatly combed hair, an ironed white shirt, braces that held up his black trousers and a pair of old boots that his mother bought for his first day of school. Due to his poor eyesight he was the proud owner of the thickest glasses in Tokyo, and still the poor teenager managed to trip at the foot of every staircase. Nishikido took solace in the fact that he was the smartest in his class, but the pride would never last for long. How could a kid such as Nishikido Ryo survive through High School unharmed and untainted?
At least he wasn’t the smelly kid; he always smelt of dry cleaning with a slight whisp of fruity cologne. Thank god he wasn’t the kid with bad acne; his enforced healthy diet had left him with skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Instead, Nishikido took the role of the class nerd, something that he could not escape and neither destroy. He was destined to be a geek.
Yamashita Tomohisa - the jock.
Everyone knew him. Everyone loved him. Everyone wanted him. It seemed to Nishikido that the moment Yamashita walked through the gates of high school there was no need for second year sexual education class. Tomohisa enticed other students like a spell, and as if hypnotised, any girl with a pulse would robotically follow his trail to class every morning. Everything about him reeked sex, or at least that was what Nishikido thought. Yamashita had the pick of any woman in school, and that kind of power was not to be taken lightly.
Unfortunately, Yamashita and his friends were not favourable of a man with such fanatical views. Neither were they sympathetic to a man with braces. Almost everything that Nishikido owned had been down the school lavatories - including his head. During sports classes he was used as a punchbag. The shelf for his outdoor shoes had become something of a post box for angry notes. Regardless of the bullying, Nishikido still admired Yamashita Tomohisa, and often wondered why, as human beings, they had to be so different from one and other.
Sometimes his adoration caused complete and utter agony. Nishikido would never forget his first trip to the school toilets, alone, to relieve the stress caused in his boxers after a run in with Yamashita. After he had composed himself he vowed never to get too close to Yamashita again, unless the contact was forced upon him. But the student had already cast his spell, and the more detailed Nishikido’s thoughts became, the more painful it was to go to school.
What hope was there? Nishikido was a dork; he choked on his lunch and had nosebleeds during class. Yamashita was perfect; a strong, tall body, dyed hair and mysteriously dark eyes that penetrated into the minds of any girl he took as his prey. He cried himself to sleep at the thought of Yamashita discovering his feelings.
But one day, there was a blip. Reality hit a brick wall and the whole of time and space fell apart, or at least that was what Nishikido thought of his walk home down the autumn streets of leaf-ridden Tokyo. Maybe he should have predicted the event; the sky seemed to have changed colour and the colours of the school building seemed just as fiery as the orange leaves and trees. Something in the air was fully charged and ready to go, like his daily events had been electrified.
High school was in a quiet area of the city; from the east gate Nishikido could walk towards the train station in absolute peace. The winding road towards the tracks was lined with tall apartment blocks with small grocery shops at their feet. The smells of family cooking lined the air and the shop banners and flags seemed to dance on the fumes. It was a hot day for October, but the Japanese weather was becoming noticeably colder, and with it the food that Ryo encountered on his way home from school was growing stuffier and smokier day by day.
The small park amongst a circle of buildings was a great place for Ryo to relax after a hard day at school. It wasn’t much of a park, more of a seating area, but the flower beds and trees made the area far too charming to be called anything less. He sat on his usual bench and stared at the same bed of flowers that he always stared at. A sigh seemed to escape his lips naturally without much thought. He sank into the wooden structure beneath him and relaxed.
“Oi, Nishikido.” Called a familiar voice. If Ryo hadn’t clutched to the bench then he probably would have jumped out of his skin. He stared wide-eyed at Yamashita Tomohisa, strolling into the park with a sly smirk on his lips. His shirt was undone to his chest and he had his blazer over one shoulder. How could such minor alterations to a uniform make one look so hot?
Nishikido got to his feet awkwardly and pursed his lips. Despite being weak, he would never simply allow himself to be beaten up for no good reason. He always stood up to Yamashita even though his resistance was always rendered futile.
“W-what do you want from me, Yamashita?” Ryo asked. He tried to sound tough, but he couldn’t prevent the squeak of fear as he spoke the other boys’ name. Earlier that morning Yamashita and his cronies had grabbed his bag and emptied it all over the top floor corridor. It seemed that Nishikido was a fool to think that he had endured his punishment for the day.
“Sit down Nishikido, I’m not going to do anything to you.” Yamashita chuckled. Nishikido scowled and looked back and forth between Yamashita and the bench. Was he telling the truth? Could Nishikido sit down and avoid a beating? Yamashita wasn’t known for his honesty, but Nishikido hoped that there was something pure in the students’ intentions.
Slowly, Nishikido sat on the bench.
“If you don’t want to beat me up, then what do you want?” Nishikido snapped. “If it’s money, then I don’t have any. If It’s homework, then I can’t do it for you. If it’s…”
“Wow, you talk far too much.” Yamashita interrupted. He walked over to the bench, slapped his thighs and almost collapsed on the wooden frame. It made the whole structure shiver, along with Nishikido. He would never have predicted it, but Yamashita alone was a little scarier than Yamashita with his friends.
Nishikido would look at Yamashita. It took a long time before Yamashita decided to carry on with his point and give up on Nishikido’s attention. “First of all, you dropped this in school.” He held his palm in front of Nishikido’s face. A large, golden ring glinted in his eyes, and within a second he’d snatched it from Yamashita and shoved it in his pocket.
“Oh my god, how did I drop that?!” Ryo mumbled. Yamashita cocked his head to the side and observed Ryo’s fidgeting.
“What kind of ring is it? It’s kinda big; too big for someone like you anyway…”
“It’s none of your business.” Ryo muttered.
“But it’s suspicious.” Yamashita explained. He smirked and leant back on the bench. “I could spread all kinds of rumours about this ring…”
“OK!” Nishikido blurted. He clenched his fists and managed to keep himself calm. He didn’t want to explain anything in too much depth to someone like Yamashita Tomohisa, but it seemed like he didn’t have much choice. “It belongs to my father.”
Yamashita stared at the side of Nishikido’s head in confusion.
“So… why do you have it?”
Silence. Nishikido got to his feet and brushed his uniform off. He didn’t want to continue with the conversation, otherwise he’d show a side of him to Yamashita that he’d hidden for years. His father had died a long time ago, but because Ryo had never spoken to anyone about it, he’d cursed himself to believe that a simple utterance of the accident would send him spiralling into the deep dark depths of depression.
“You’re so stupid.” Nishikido mumbled. “B-but… thank you for bringing it to me.”
Just as Nishikido stepped away from the bench in order to start his walk home, Yamashita grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. The moment seemed to last forever. The warmth on the thin skin of his wrist warmed up his whole body, even if Ryo didn’t want it to. He stumbled backwards dorkily and finally shared eye contact with Yamashita.
“Secondly…” Yamashita continued as if Nishikido hadn’t insulted him before trying to leave the bench. “I want to give you a tip that will help you out in school…. And probably life.”
“School? And life? W-what are you talking about?” Ryo asked nervously. His cheeks were quite obviously burning up since Yamashita still hadn’t released his grip on Ryo’s wrist.
“A fashion tip.” Yamashita explained. After a few seconds of exchanging quizzical frowns with mischievous smirks, Yamashita grabbed Nishikido’s shirt and yanked it out of his trousers. Nishikido instantly jumped back out of horror.
“What are you doing?!” He cried.
“First of all, don’t tuck your shirt into your trousers!” He lifted his head and his preying hands quickly shot towards his top button. He nimbly loosened the button and cocked his head to the side. “Secondly, don’t do all the buttons up. Surely it’s uncomfortable?” After this, Nishikido wondered whether Yamashita had a third point to make. After what felt like a millennium, Yamashita grabbed Nishikido’s glasses and rigorously pulled them off his face. “Thirdly, no glasses.”
“B-but now I can hardly see…” Nishikido protested. He instantly rubbed his eyes and tried to take the glasses back, but Yamashita hid them behind his back and laughed.
“Do what everyone else does! Buy contact lenses!” Nishikido finally looked up at Yamashita, and as he did something in Yamashita’s rude and impish face changed. He smiled. “You’ve got nice eyes, don’t hide them.”
With that, Yamashita walked off. He strolled out of the small park and left Nishikido in complete and utter confusion. The park, which Nishikido had always enjoyed much more than anyone’s company, seemed lonely and cold despite the hot weather. Every time Yamashita touched him he felt nervous, excited and warm. For any normal person, it would have taken skill to not get carried away with the moment, but Nishikido was no ordinary person. Sure, he liked Yamashita, but acting upon his desires would destroy everything. His acquaintance had finally talked to him peacefully - what more could he ask for?
That afternoon lingered in Nishikido’s memory for a long time. The part that he decided to forget was his journey home; since Yamashita had effectively ‘stolen’ Nishikido’s glasses he found it very difficult to navigate his way around crowds. From that day on, Nishikido never wore his glasses. He never tucked his shirt into his trousers and he always left his shirt buttons loose.
Sometimes he daydreamed over the words that Yamashita spoke to him. You’ve got nice eyes, don’t hide them. No one had ever complimented Nishikido on his eyes. What was so special about them? He stared at himself in his bathroom mirror to try and figure it out. They were just eyes, right?
Even if his eyes weren’t an attraction to Yamashita, something was luring him in, causing the other boy to visit him in the park almost every day and chat with him. Every afternoon there was a hint of panic that ran round Nishikido’s system like an electric current; why did Yamashita want to sit and talk with him? The panic subsided when Yamashita had finished his walk over to the bench and had sat down on the uncertain surface. Contrary to Nishikido’s previous belief, Yamashita was quite a nice guy. Sure, he could be an insensitive jerk when he wanted to be, but to those who he loved he took the best care over them.
Nishikido wished that the same applied to him - but it didn’t. Even though the bullying had been reduced, it still existed. Yamashita’s friends continued to beat him up and throw him down toilets. Yamashita never objected, yet continued to talk to him after school.
But Nishikido could slip a mumble, groan or sniff. He was addicted to Yamashita’s attention. Without it, he was a geek, but with it, he was a geek with nice eyes.
Nishikido’s meetings with Yamashita lasted for months. It was spring before it became unbearable. Something selfish within Nishikido had grown out of control. It felt like there was a weed in his brain that he’d left to grow wild. Around the school, trees and flowers were blooming into their prime form, but Nishikido was most definitely wilting.
In the meantime, Yamashita continued life as usual. Every night, Nishikido envisioned him going to clubs, meeting his friends, causing mischief and going home with girls. The jealousy over these imaginary girls was unmanageable and Nishikido regularly found himself unable to sleep.
After another day of hard work and being pushed around by Yamashita’s unbearable friends, Nishikido took the usual route home. He would most probably meet Yamashita at the park; the meeting had become routine. The trees were rustling in the slight spring wind; their brand new clothes were dancing around in the breeze and quite often little pink trails would fly off their branches and land peacefully on the pavement.
The houses and shops were exuding a fresh new scent from their bellies. Nishikido wasn’t quite sure what the mixture of scents was, but it was lighter than the old winter broths that used to burst its way out of house windows in December. Due to the light and the joyful colours in the park, the area was a little busier than before. Last year Nishikido wasn’t happy about the busyness, but this year was completely different. Just like most other people in the park, he had someone to meet too.
Half an hour passed. No Tomohisa. Ryo played with the idea of leaving the park and going home, but just as he grabbed his school bag he heard his phone go off. He grabbed the old piece of technology and quickly opened the text he had received.
I’ll be there soon.
It was Tomohisa. Ryo frowned at the text message and sat back in the bench. What could take Yamashita so long? It was already five o clock. He sighed and observed the people passing through the park. If Tomohisa said he would come, then Ryo guessed he would have to wait.
An hour later. 6 o clock. No Tomohisa. Ryo had resorted to reading his book and playing games on his phone. The amount of people passing through the park was beginning to dwindle and daylight was about the fade. He’d texted Tomohisa back, but there hadn’t been any reply. Maybe something was wrong? If Tomohisa didn’t text him soon, then Ryo was pretty sure that he would have to…
Bleep! A text! Ryo hurried to open his phone and read the text.
Make it around 7.
Ryo groaned and snapped his phone shut. He wiped his face down and got to his feet. Was he really going to wait for a small chat? Was he really that obsessed? He glanced in the direction of the train station and sighed. He couldn’t just leave Tomohisa under such circumstances, so he decided to go and find something to eat while he waited.
As daylight left Tokyo he could see the bliss and happiness from the plants and trees in the park leave with it. It felt like the park had given up hope on Tomohisa’s arrival. Lights from the flats above nearby shops flickered on and Ryo could see family’s silhouettes having dinner and walking around their rooms. He crossed his arms and laid down on the bench. He probably looked like a hobo, but after hours of waiting for his ‘friend’ he didn’t care. Worry over Tomohisa had escalated, but what was he supposed to do? Where was he supposed to go? If he didn’t turn up at 7, Ryo felt that action, whatever it was, would have to be taken.
But just a few minutes after 7, Tomohisa arrived. His walk was normal; confident and broad, but his face bore a different story; beaten, panicked and troubled. Ryo sat up immediately and pursed his lips at Tomohisa’s beaten state.
“What’s wrong?” Ryo asked. There was no reply until Tomohisa had made his way to the bench.
“Let’s…” Tomohisa began. He stammered a little, something that Ryo had never seen him do. “Let’s go to my place.”
“Y-your place?” Ryo asked. He’d only ever walked past Tomohisa’s flat, a large place where his mother and sister also lived yet were hardly at home. Ryo gulped and shrugged. “Well if you want to then we should…”
Tomohisa didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed Ryo from the bench and walked out of the eastern exit. Ryo let himself get pulled in the right direction, no rejections, no exclamation of pain. If something was wrong with Tomohisa he should allow him to go home and explain there, but Ryo’s curiosity always got the better of him.
Luckily, Tomohisa didn’t live far away from the school. It was very easy to walk from school to Tomohisa’s flat in around ten minutes. Tomohisa often remarked on how far away Ryo lived, but Ryo hardly bat an eye; he was used to taking trains to wherever he wanted to go.
“I’m sorry for being so late.” Tomohisa apologised as he led the way to his flat. Ryo shook his head and stammered.
“W-what happened?” He asked. “Don’t try and act cool, it’s obvious that something bad has happened.”
Tomohisa dragged Ryo down a side path. It didn’t worry Ryo too much; the side path was a part of the route that Tomohisa had used the last time Ryo walked with him home. This time, however, Tomohisa pushed Ryo back into the side wall and glared at him. The action brought back terrible memories of being beaten up at school, and for the first time in months, Ryo felt scared of Tomohisa. “W-what are you doing?!”
Thousands of thoughts ran through Ryo’s head. Was Tomohisa going to punch him? Kick him? Spit in his face or slam his head into the brick wall? Why was he so scared of Tomohisa? Why was he doing this? Finally, Tomohisa acted, and cleared all thoughts from Ryo’s mind.
He leant closer to Ryo and brought their lips together. He kissed him so deeply that Ryo felt like he was falling into the brick wall behind him. Tomohisa broke through Ryo’s lips and pushed his tongue through to Ryo’s. When they touched it was like ten thousand volts of electricity were finally being passed round their bodies. Ryo woke up from his resistance and hungrily kissed Tomohisa back. Their tongues danced together, roamed round each other’s mouth as to get further into each other, and every few moments retracted to gasp for air.
Tomohisa’s hands roamed up Ryo’s shirt, examining every little thing about Ryo’s torso. His shirt was almost half way up his body, exposing his skin to the cool spring air. Another hand wrapped round Ryo’s hair, pushing his mouth further into his own.
“I knew you’d want this just as much as I do.” Tomohisa whispered once they paused. He smirked and glared at Ryo with a mischief that he’d never seen in the other boy before. Ryo stammered in shock, unable to express his mixed up feelings. It was as if everything he’d ever day-dreamt about at home or in class was finally coming true.
“B-but you’re…” He attempted. He gasped as Tomohisa’s hand wandered down his body, skimmed across his pale skin, circled his hips and curled his fingertips around his trousers and boxers. He pushed his hand into them and grabbed Ryo’s ass, consequently pushing Ryo closer to him. “Y-you’re Yamashita Tomohisa, I-I thought you’d have women every night all over you and…”
“No!” Yamashita couldn’t help but laugh at the statement. He kissed Ryo again and moved down to his neck. “There are things I haven’t told anyone…”
Despite the affectionate kisses to Ryo’s neck, he couldn’t help but wonder what Tomohisa was getting at. Finally he lifted his head and stared straight at Ryo with a serious glint in his eyes. “I’m not like what everyone things I am. Just because I act like it… it means nothing.”
“What do you mean?” Ryo asked. Tomohisa released his grip on Ryo’s ass and stroked one finger up his spine. A shiver took hold of Ryo and as if Tomohisa had cast a spell, he fell forward and found himself completely in the other boy’s control.
“You’re the only person I want. No one else has ever got close…”
Ryo couldn’t reply. Tomohisa continued to nibble at his neck, which almost took Ryo off what Tomohisa had just told him and forced a groan out of his lips. Once he stopped and took another look at Ryo, the situation re-appeared in Ryo’s mind and he couldn’t help himself but make a comment.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Ryo cried after thinking over the absurd statement over and over again. “You can’t be a virgin!”
“Is it so hard to believe?” Tomohisa asked.
“YES!” Ryo cried again. “Even I’M not a virgin! I’m sorry Tomohisa, you make up some amazing bullshit but this HAS to be the worst I’ve ever heard from you!”
“I’m not lying…” Tomohisa whined. The look in his eyes, Ryo supposed, was genuine. He stared blankly at Tomohisa in hope that he would crack a smile and tell the truth, but no, he was, in fact, a virgin. Despite the initial shock, something about it soothed Ryo and made him rather content.
“So… you want me… to be the…”
“I don’t give a shit about anyone else.” Tomohisa growled as he grabbed Ryo’s ass for a second time. He leant forward to Ryo’s ear and whispered. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long…”
He lowered himself to Ryo’s body and loosened every button until he reached Ryo’s crotch. He kissed his stomach and swirled his tongue around his belly-button while un-zipping his school trousers. Ryo gasped as he watched Tomohisa grab onto his hips and push his boxers down to reveal his already hard cock. Tomohisa massaged it slowly before entering it into his mouth, covering the cock with his tongue and caressing it.
Ryo groaned loudly and grabbed Tomohisa’s hair. He pushed him to go quicker and quietly urged him to do so too. As the pace continued, Ryo wondered how long he could keep up before coming into Tomohisa’s mouth. The warmth around his cock was almost unbearably electrifying and the hold around his hips was beginning to tingle.
Eventually Tomohisa released his cock and went to get something from his bag. Ryo sighed and closed his eyes. If Tomohisa really hadn’t tried this before, he was certainly gifted. When Tomohisa appeared again he had a bottle of lube in his hands. He went to squeeze it on his hands, but before he did Ryo snatched it and squeezed it onto his own. Tomohisa had done his time, Ryo wasn’t willing to let slip of his own.
He began loosening Tomohisa’s trousers. In reaction Tomohisa kissed Ryo passionately. They continued to kiss as Ryo squeezed the lube into his hands and took hold of Tomohisa’s cock. Immediately, he moaned into Ryo’s mouth, and Ryo quickened his pace along his length. Finally he caressed Tomohisa’s balls and deepend his kiss. He’d never wanted so desperately to make someone feel so comfortable, but Tomohisa was an exception.
Once Ryo let go Tomohisa quickly pinned him against the wall roughly and smirked. “Ryo… you’re a lot different to how I thought you’d be.”
Ryo smirked back and kissed Tomohisa’s neck.
“Life’s full of surprises I guess.”
Tomohisa took the bottle of lube and pressed a little into his fingers. He then pushed two into Ryo’s entrance. Ryo whined at first, but neither of them wanted Tomohisa to slow. “Keep going.” Ryo urged Tomohisa. He obeyed, and pushed his fingers further into Ryo.
Once inside, Tomohisa couldn’t take the tension. He released from Ryo and brought two hands round to Ryo’s ass. Without warning he pushed his cock into Ryo and both men moaned for different reasons. Ryo leant his head on Tomohisa’s shoulder and grabbed hold of his ass. He whispered into Tomohisa’s ear for more, harder and faster despite the pain that it gave. Tomohisa obeyed, pushing faster into Ryo and gasping desperately for air as he did so.
Eventually pleasure took over. He whined into Tomohisa’s ear and bit into his skin. Tomohisa grew rough and rammed into Ryo as hard as he could. His tight walls were bringing so much pleasure to him that he was certain he would reach his limit at any moment. It didn’t worry him; both men were completely in sync with each other.
Their wails grew in frequency and eventually they both reached their limits. Tomohisa pressed into Ryo as far as possible. Ryo felt as if he went blind as ecstasy took over his whole body. He shouted Tomohisa’s name, almost screamed, as Tomohisa came inside him and Ryo came on his stomach. The bliss lasted for what felt like eternity, until finally Ryo found himself pressed up against the wall with Tomohisa laid over him.
“That…” Tomohisa began through gasps. “Was amazing.”
Ryo wiped sweat from his brow and gasped for air.
“Damn right.” Ryo answered quietly. His throat felt like it had been ripped apart. “For a virgin, you’re damn good.”
“I didn’t want to be one…” Tomohisa sighed, kissing Ryo gently. “But I had to find the right person, you know?”
Ryo nodded, wondering why he hadn’t done the same. He’d never valued himself, but his urges were just as strong as any other boy his age. He’d given away his virginity too easily, maybe? He received another kiss from Tomohisa and smirked at the warmth against his skin. “By the way, Ryo, those guys at school won’t bother you again.”
“W-what do you mean?” Ryo asked as he snapped his gaze to Tomohisa.
“I told them that I liked you, that’s why I was late.” Tomohisa explained. “We had a fight, but I won. I definitely won.” He grinned happily, the bruises from his fight still covering his face. Ryo rolled his eyes and nodded in acceptance. Tomohisa seemed to enjoy fighting, and it was something Ryo would never understand. “But really, Ryo, start trusting me from now on, please?”
Ryo smiled nervously and blushed.
“I think I can do that now.”