[FIC/Log] Reunion Pt.3
Title: Reunion, Pt.3
Who: Iruka, Genma
Where: Topanga Beach
When: Evening, Saturday May 10
What: Two old friends catch up after an over ten-year separation. Things get intense.
Warnings: NSFW. MA. Language, drug use, generally-unsafe behavior. And sex.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
It was hard to keep his eyes open, so hard when he wanted to collapse into the almost-kiss that set his skin burning once again, but Iruka resolutely stared into Genma's eyes, watching the flickers of firelight blend with the blue, brown and gold. When Takamoto-san kissed him, Genma had reassured him it wasn't about Iruka, had nothing to do with Iruka. One kiss doesn't make you gay. Except apparently it did. He sat up, lifting his lips away from Genma's, but he didn't break eye contact. "So, it's always been like this, and you said nothing? Why?"
Genma actually had to think about that for a second. Had it always been like that? Hanging out with Iruka, getting into trouble together, watching him go down on some girl and wanting to be that girl, when deep down he'd figured, he really just probably had to be himself. And maybe ask... and maybe make it hard for Iruka to say no. Maybe. "Dunno. I thought...I mean, I knew I was into you. Guess I figured you knew it too, and preferred to ignore it. Didn't wanna push."
That feeling, however, did not carry over to today. Iruka seemed exceptionally far away at the moment, and Genma just wanted another chance to show him what he meant. He slid his hands down Iruka's shoulders, and back up again, up his neck, into his hair. And didn't pull... this time he wanted to be met halfway. "You wanna kiss me, Iruka? I want you to." He hoped saying it now would make up for not saying it the first two hundred or so times it had crossed his mind. And then he couldn't help but smirk. "Consider it an experiment... I'll give you my best effort and you can see how you feel about it then."
Iruka wanted to snarl back, to punch Genma in the face for even offering. He wanted to get up and run away so he wouldn't have to think about it. But he didn't. Now wasn't the time to fight about this, or tell Genma how ashamed he'd felt back then for thinking like that about his friend. For watching Genma screw some girl across the room and getting off on it instead of the one with her feet wrapped around his waist. How confused he'd always felt, still felt. Feeling like this was inconvenient, but it didn't change anything.
He leaned forward, eyes fluttering almost closed, and brushed his lips against Genma's. It was barely a kiss, soft and chaste, but it left him sightless, speechless, his heart already pounding against his ribs.
Feeling that kind of hesitation almost hurt. There was a right thing to do here, and a wrong thing, and in Genma's mixed-up brain he was already flipping the two around trying to figure out which one was which, because having Iruka trust him enough to just lean forward and do it... it required respect, of Iruka's trust and of his boundaries.
So Genma respected. For about ten seconds. He counted them, and then he pulled Iruka back down and kissed him like he'd meant to do, sealing their mouths together with heat and slickness and just a swipe of his tongue, before letting go so Iruka could pull back again, or punch him, or whatever else he might need to do.
When he felt Genma's hands let go, Iruka didn't get up. Couldn't, but even if he could, he didn't want to. He shifted his face to one side, sliding his mouth down Genma's jaw, hoping the shudders and gasps weren't that noticeable. He pushed a hand under Genma's neck, using the salty taste of skin to muffle another whimper. He felt raw, worse than whatever drug Genma had given him earlier. Worse and so so so much better. He licked again, trying to catch his breath.
Genma felt his eyes pop open as Iruka's mouth moved down along his neck, and a vivid memory assailed him. "I used.. I used to watch you... make out with girls..." he panted, each movement of Iruka's mouth making him less able to speak. "Watch your... mouth, your tongue... fuck... wanted it like this..." He finally gave up and wrapped an arm and a leg over Iruka, and rolled him over, capturing his lips again even as they moved.
They were going to roll right into the firepit, and Iruka couldn't be bothered to care. He gave into it, hands going everywhere he could reach, long strokes over bare skin, memorizing bones and muscle just in case... just in case he never felt this again. He kissed Genma back, harder, more sure now. He knew how to kiss, he'd been doing that a long time, and part of him wanted Genma as incoherent and confused as he felt. Genma's tongue in his mouth, then his tongue pushing back. How long had it been since he'd kissed anyone? A year? More? Iruka couldn't remember, so he did it again, sliding one leg up the back of Genma's.
The leg he felt going up his calf, then his thigh, pulled the towel that Genma had carelessly wrapped around himself free. Easy enough to twitch it aside so he could feel Iruka's heat against his bare skin. He'd stopped caring what this might mean, how they might feel about it tomorrow, later, whenever. The way Iruka's mouth opened under his, the way he fought to control the kiss even pinned on his back like that... shit, the needy little sounds he made... each one shot straight through Genma's belly and made his balls tighten. He realized he had a hand wrapped loosely around Iruka's throat, and raised up a bit so he could stroke down the hard plane of chest, fingers fondling the dips between the abdominal muscles, and lower, slipping under the elastic of Iruka's briefs. He kept his hand still, even though he ached to grasp the hot, hard length now pressed against his palm.
"Don't... don't tease... not now." Iruka struggled to force the words through his clenched jaw, eyes screwed shut and entire body rigid from trying not to move. He'd felt the towel fall away, and his hand was still on Genma's back, but he didn't move. Didn't look. If he did, it might shimmer and fade away. Iruka didn't think he could take the loss of the dream so soon.
Sometime, maybe, if we ever do this again, Genma thought, smiling as he took Iruka's swollen upper lip between his teeth, then the bottom one, evading the tongue that chased him both times. But not this time. He curled his fingers around Iruka's cock and gave it a couple of pulls; slow, full-handed strokes. He'd wanted to watch Iruka's expressive face while he did this, but the unbelievable sound that came from the man writhing underneath him begged for more kissing, so he mashed hard against Iruka's lips again, messy and awkward, all finesse forgotten. Almost too late he realized he wasn't even breathing, and wrenched away with a gasp, still working Iruka's erection slowly with his hand. "I wanna suck your dick, 'Ruka," he exhaled huskily, still too breathless to get much volume. "That sound like teasing?" He squeezed. "Feel like fucking teasing?"
"No... yes... nghh!" His eyes were open now, because Genma sounded serious, and desperate, and Iruka had to see that. He held Genma's eyes, groaning because he could see how much Genma wanted this. Wanted him. Iruka reached up and traced Genma's lips with his finger, wetting his own with a quick swipe of his tongue. "Only if I can suck you first." Another punk answer, but Iruka wasn't about to lay there and meekly accept this. He was going to jump in with both feet.
Hearing him say it like that had to be just as good as feeling it. Or close... gooseflesh broke out over Genma's entire body at Iruka's words. He made a clumsy grab for Iruka's fingers, took his hand and wrapped it around his cock, felt rough calluses and the heat of Iruka's fingers circling around him. He rolled slightly off to one side, so that he could watch those long, brown fingers touch him. "Not gonna... huuhh... argue with you," he panted, mouth suddenly dry. He looked up, met Iruka's eyes, nodding so that there could be no mistake. "Whatever you want, Iruka. Whatever you wanna do."
Iruka wanted to smirk or laugh at Genma's words, but he was distracted by the feel of the cock in his hands. Hot, hard, soft, pulsing... no words could really describe how good it felt, so he took his time stroking and squeezing, tracing veins, stretching out his fingers to circle tight balls. Watching Genma's face contort whenever he moved. "Hey, Gen," he whispered finally, his voice gruff. "I've... never done this without a condom." He had them, in his satchel, if he stretched he could probably snag it with his toes. "So, I'm asking. Do I need them?" He hoped Genma knew what he meant. He'd always used condoms, not just for protection, but for the subtle distance they created. Distance was exactly what he didn't want right now.
Damn, it was really hard to remember the circumstances of one's last STD tests with someone's hand around one's cock. "Uhhh, everything clean, as of... a year ago summer," Genma finally replied. Which was more than good enough for him to consider going without, but at this point he'd happily concede if Iruka wanted to wrap him in in a hefty bag. "Up to you. Do whatever makes you feel more... enthusiastic." He delivered the last word with deliberate, grinning emphasis.
"Bastard," Iruka breathed against Genma's ear, punctuating the word with a suitably savage squeeze. Genma was tough, he could take it. "Don't laugh if I gag. And I probably won't swallow." He better do something soon, though, or he would lose his nerve.
Iruka sat up, holding Genma's eyes for a few more strokes, taking long, deep breaths to try and stop his heart from rattling. Then he sank down on one shoulder, his hand holding Genma's dick steady while he wrapped the other one around Genma's hips and pulled, angling his feet away from Genma's head. From this position, the firelight turned Genma's pubic hair red and gold. He blew across the skin, more than aware of Genma's eyes following his progress. That was going to change. Iruka reached out with his tongue and swiped across the tip.
How Iruka's tongue, which was probably actually really soft, could feel so impossibly, perfectly rough at that moment was beyond him. Genma swallowed hard, aware that Iruka probably heard it and was going to laugh at him about it. Leant over like that, with some of his hair falling across Genma's belly, eyes glittering, Iruka looked unusually sly and seductive, and aware of it. He was being very deliberate with his motions, but there was no hesitation or unsurety. Lick... blow... the contrast of hot and cool made Genma twitch and bite his lip.
Swirling his tongue around the head, Iruka was amazed at how soft it felt. The taste wasn't terrible, either, just new and a little strange. He teased under the rim a little, then pulled back. "Genma, put your leg on my shoulder." Iruka needed to be closer if he wanted to get anymore than the tip in his mouth. He was too stoned to crouch, so laying with his head pointing towards Genma's feet seemed easier. He pulled on Genma's leg, hoping to communicate what he wanted. He wouldn't be able to see, but in a few more seconds he wouldn't need to.
Genma started to move, to follow Iruka's direction, when he got an idea. He slid a hand along Iruka's leg, which was against his side. "Get...come over here," he said. When he found his way up to the briefs Iruka was still wearing, he tugged impatiently. "These. Off. And get on top of me." They were close enough in height that this should work without either of them having to bend much. "If you kinda hold yourself up... 'n I turn my head... we can do each other at the same time." His suggestion sounded almost pitifully like the first time he'd ever proposed it, to some middle-school cheerleader who'd laughed at him. This would work better, though, for some reason he was sure of it. And there were options besides sucking... he'd improvise if needed. He squeezed the nearest expanse of skin. "Come on. Wanna taste you."
Squirming out of his briefs, Iruka bit down lightly on the thigh nearest his mouth. "Roll onto your side, idiot. Put your head on my leg. It'll work. I am way too stoned to balance over your dick, and I doubt you're much better." It was bizarre for him to be giving directions to Genma, but he'd done this a hundred times with Peter. It would work. Because he wanted to take his time, and Genma had always been the lazy sort.
Yes. This was a far better idea, particularly because it would indeed require almost no balance or coordination. Genma rolled and Iruka repositioned, and indeed it was the best of both worlds. Their torsos were about the same length so there would be no crunching. It was hard to get a good look at Iruka's cock in the flickering firelight, but Genma figured right now he'd look with his fingers. And his mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base and fisted loosely, a couple of times, before opening his mouth wide, letting the head slide inside, flattening his tongue a bit, before closing his lips and backing up. Iruka was responsive... Genma felt his girth widen a couple of times just from these first efforts, and tasted something saltier than skin.
Iruka felt himself stutter and stall, panting heatedly against the tip of Genma's cock. "Fuck, Gen... that's, shit, that's good." He licked more lazy circles around the ridge, then leaned his head back and sucked, his head moving easily against the blanket. Back and forth, his free hand petting Genma's leg. Forgetting about everything but this new taste in his mouth, how Genma grunted and gasped when he did something, anything really. He wasn't worried about coming too fast, or taking too long, not yet anyway. This was play, and damn them both that they hadn't had the balls to do this back then. He let his teeth graze the skin just a little as he lifted his head back, then laved the tip repeatedly with side-to-side strokes of his tongue. Picking up a little speed, only to slow it down again.
Genma breathed deeply, as he sucked Iruka’s cock in a long, slow rhythm. He realized that the low humming sound he was hearing was him, exhaling long moans in response to Iruka’s lips and tongue playing with his shaft. And teeth... slightly uneven bottom teeth that kept returning to scrape the underside of his head. He jerked every time it happened, and then Iruka would apologize with firm swipes of his tongue. Creative. There was technique here.
Genma realized he wasn’t really giving as good as he was getting, and much as he wanted to just relax against Iruka’s thigh and drool, he didn’t. He pulled back to let Iruka's dick pop through his lips, tongued the slit, and then lazily circled the blunt crown against his mouth. He let the movement spread the now-copious flow of sticky fluid across his lips and chin, reveling in the taste and scent, smiling when he heard and felt Iruka’s response.
So maybe Genma wasn't as stoned or lazy as Iruka thought. Fine, they could play a little one-up game. Wouldn't be the first time. He shifted their bodies just a little, not enough to break Genma's rhythm - Iruka wasn't going to lie, he was liking this. A lot. But enough so that he could pull his mouth away and stretch out his neck just a little to suck one heavy testicle into his mouth, gently at first, then harder, fondling it with his mouth and tongue, his hand still working Genma's dick with random, teasing strokes.
Needy, hot little sparks were starting to race up and down his thighs, as Genma realized that the ecstacy had very possibly shot his endurance to hell. He grabbed the sharp point of Iruka’s hipbone, squeezing, and let the hard cock slide out of his mouth. He heard his own desperate, pleading voice, saying things that normally might have been a little embarrassing, but this was Iruka. Who would want him to say it.
“Fuuuuck, ‘Ruka,” Genma moaned, openmouthed, begging. “Oh... godfuck, please... nnghh... please suck me.”
Iruka chuckled, letting Genma's ball drop out of his mouth and nuzzling into the pubic hair for a moment. "Hmmm? Did you want something, Genma?" He didn't wait for a response, merely shifted down a little and slid his mouth completely over Genma's erection, sucking hard for a few seconds, then pulling back up. He didn't know why Genma was coming unhinged over a blow job, but he wasn't complaining, either. It was like watching Genma eat the food he'd cooked, it gave him a warm glow inside that had nothing to do with sex.
Pushing a little on Genma's leg, Iruka freed his head so he could get more range, not caring if he gagged and choked. The taste was different now, the entire organ pulsing faster as he increased the speed, the suction, anything he could think of to push Genma into that long wordless howl he remembered from high school.
This was it, Genma could feel it spreading deep in his belly, pulsing in his asshole, he was gonna come and if he didn’t stop yanking on Iruka’s hair there was no way he’d get out of way in time to not get the full load in his mouth. Genma forced his hand down Iruka’s back, dug into the knobs of his spine, hands convulsing as he stuttered and gasped.
And he was babbling, ridiculous, but he couldn’t have fucking stopped his mouth any more easily than he could stop his orgasm. “Aaaahhh, shit, Iruka... you... fuck you wanna fuck you shit... ooooh, uuungggghhh...” Oh, it was like getting it ripped out of him... ”Fucking... movenow!” and the hard pulses of ejaculation drew him backwards, tight, tighter as he thrust helplessly, coming into or onto whatever part of Iruka was still wrapped around his cock.
Iruka took the first spurt in the back of his throat because he was too entranced by the pleading above his head to move. He'd never fucked a guy, never had anything more than fingers up there, and once, a small vibrator because his girlfriend at the time had talked him into it. He doubted he would actually do it, but hearing Genma almost beg for it, he could imagine it. He swallowed reflexively, gagged and coughed. He backed off so he wouldn't accidentally bite. The next two caught the side of his mouth, splattering up his cheek and down his chin. Giving up, he kept his hand moving, slowing down with each stroke, his tongue working the tip because it made Genma whimper, and that was better than good.
Then it was over, and he rolled onto his back, still petting Genma's dick softly. He ignored the throbbing between his own legs because that had been so worth it. Listening to Genma try to talk while his chest was heaving and his body trembling - yeah. Totally worth it.
Genma's arms and legs were dead... absolutely fucking paralyzed, although in the back of his mind he was aware of them twitching, a little. That... had been totally unexpected, somehow. Iruka being so good at it... that wasn't surprising in itself, or course he'd give good head, overachiever and all that. But in light of the earlier conversations... Genma just wouldn't have thought he'd be the one lying there boneless and drained with his eyes watering.
And, if this were anyone else lying next to him... he'd probably roll over and pass out. But looking at Iruka, with spunk still dripping down his face, Genma wanted desperately to push him back down into the sand and swallow him down to the root until he shuddered and spasmed and screamed and saw god or whatever it was he saw in that perfect moment of agony. Still a little shaky, Genma rolled over and entwined with the smiling man next to him. The grains of sand trapped between their bodies felt rough, and he swept some off Iruka's skin, pausing to drop a kiss on Iruka's lips before starting downward.
The brief kiss, or lick, or whatever it was, reminded Iruka he'd gotten almost there twice tonight. Genma's spectacular response, on the other hand, held the possibility of yet another almost, despite his whispered promise. Iruka wasn't sure he could accept that without annoyance. "Hey, you don't have to," he murmured, trying to turn over so he could wipe the jizz from his face. It was sticky and starting to itch a little. "I'm good. Surprised you haven't passed out, man."
"Oh, you're thinking of high school me, when you'd haul my unconscious form off some poor girl so you could have a go at her yourself," Genma grinned. Behind Iruka's nonchalant words he could feel a hesitant air again, and he wanted to dispel it, but he had enough sense left in his brain to know that fast-talking himself onto Iruka's dick might be a little unwelcome.
"That was amazing - you - I feel goddamn awesome right now," he murmured, starting to slowly massage loopy circles down Iruka's back. "Kinda...not ready for it to be over, yet. I want you to let me make you feel good too." He paused, letting the words sink in, watching Iruka's breathing, the blood rising to the surface of both smooth and scarred skin veiling the long muscles of his back. He leaned closer, so he could whisper and breathe against Iruka's ear. "Would you let me? You can tell me what you want..." He left the words there, hoping the other man would let him close enough to touch and taste again. "Up to you. I'm not goin' anywhere, either way."
"I..." Iruka was proud he didn't stutter, even if he did shiver and gasp at the feel of Genma's breath against his ear, whispering and teasing him. He swallowed and tried again. "I don't know what I want, Genma. Hands, mouth, I don't care." Genma's hands on his back were distracting in the most wonderful way possible. He'd known the scars were sensitive, he'd had to force down erections during physicals and curious examinations, but this was a whole new level. Each brush of long fingers, however inadvertent, sent almost-painful twinges down his body. Iruka gasped again, his hand fisting the blanket as he tried not to buck. "I'll take whatever you want to give."
Genma smiled, carefully clearing away sand wherever his fingers found it. This was like a mission of discovery, watching the ways Iruka shifted and twitched at his touch. Responsive. Probably becoming even more so, the longer they drew this out.
"Not numb, I take it?" he asked, tracing the pattern of the scar lightly, then a little harder. He moved lower, fanning his fingers across the skin of Iruka's lower back while he dug his thumb into one of the indentations at the base of his spine. He spider-walked his hand up, stroking over the scar again, and then back down again. The lean muscles of Iruka's flank stood out in the firelight. Genma ignored the possibility of sand and bent his head to press teethmarks against where the obliques met the top of his hip.
"The c-c-centerrrr... is numb," Iruka gasped, curling up a little at the prick of incisors. That was almost worse, the sting of sensation followed by nothing in a random progression so that Iruka didn't know what he would feel from second to second. His cock twitched, bouncing a little against the blanket, and he gasped again. "Whatever you're gonna do, Genma, don't stop. I will fucking strangle you if you stop."
"Very decisive," Genma murmured against Iruka's hip. "I don't wanna stop. At all." He noticed Iruka was propped a little higher on his side and reached around the hip he'd just bitten, brushing the tips of his fingers against rock-hard dick.
And noticing more sand, which gave him an idea. "First, though," he added, keeping his touch light. "There is fucking grit everywhere. Wanna go inside? Warmer, with beds, couches, showers," and lube, but he only said that mentally. "Outside is nice, but we can....spread out more, in there."
Iruka wasn't particularly keen on going anywhere at the moment because that meant stopping... again. But Genma seemed pretty focused on not stopping for long. And the food needed to be put away if they wanted to eat in the morning. He'd had food poisoning before, it wasn't fun. Taking a few deep breaths, Iruka turned his head and looked up at Genma. "Won't your, um, friend mind?"
"Client," Genma corrected, and then laughed. "Hell, Paul wouldn't care if we stuffed four dead hookers in his chest freezer." He kneeled up, then leant back down to kiss Iruka thoroughly. Yeah. They really needed to go inside. Now. "You give great head, but I'm not carryin' you. Let's go."
Rolling his eyes, Iruka groaned as he sat up, staring at his erection. "Consider this training," he muttered under his voice. Yes, it was weird to talk to his dick, but sometimes it was the only thing that helped. He chuckled and rubbed his eyes, then crawled over to the food, stuffing it back into the satchel. "You are planning on putting out that fire first, right?"
Genma regarded the flames. "You really want to watch me do naked manual labor, don't you," he groused. As Iruka gathered up food, he walked back to the tool shed to get a shovel, and then threw heavy shovelfuls of the damp sand below the surface over the flames until they hissed out. When he was done, he propped an arm against the handle and struck a pose. "There, how'd I do? Am I out of trouble with Beach Patrol, or am I going to have to fuck my way out of it?" he leered.
"Ummmm..." Iruka's mouth had gone as dry as the sand because he had a response, a dangerous and dirty response. Well, several actually, and only one of them involved punching Genma in the mouth to shut him up. It wasn't completely dark, but dark enough so that all Iruka could see was a sheen of skin and a glint of teeth. Enough to know Genma was being, well, himself. Shaking his head, Iruka turned and picked up his clothes. He couldn't afford to replace either the jacket or the boots, so they were coming with him. "When Smoky the Bear shows up, you can take that up with him. But hey, if fucking bears is your thing, man..."
Genma let the shovel drop and advanced on Iruka, crossing the distance between them in a couple of steps. "Bears... not my thing," he said. He slid a finger along Iruka's collarbone, and then straight down the midline of his chest. He stopped and circled Iruka's shallow navel, rimming the soft skin with his fingertip. "Hot... tan... smooth skin... that's my type." He looked up, into Iruka's eyes. "Ready to go in?"
"You... really have to stop doing that," Iruka growled, ready to drop everything and push Genma back down into the sand. He wasn't quite sure what he'd do then, but between the sand and cold, he was pretty sure it wouldn't be as pleasant as what Genma had in mind. "Turn around and walk, Shiranui. If your ass is still standing there when I'm done picking up, I'm not
responsible for the consequences."
Genma rolled his eyes and bent down to grab something. He wasn't sure what, exactly, was making Iruka do that kind of cute, aggressive thing he was doing. Well, he figured it had something to do with frustration and teasing, but beyond that, his brain just wasn't interested in figuring it out. Either way, the sooner they got inside and into the gigantic shower, the better. If that meant he had to juggle Iruka's shit as he walked up the stairs to the house, he could to that. "Just drop whatever's too sandy outside the doors," he called as he started up. "Then walk past the kitchen and go down the hall. Big bedroom at the end, big bathroom at the end of the bedroom."He'd get the bathroom fireplace going, and Iruka would figure it out from there.
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read on to: Part 4
Who: Iruka, Genma
Where: Topanga Beach
When: Evening, Saturday May 10
What: Two old friends catch up after an over ten-year separation. Things get intense.
Warnings: NSFW. MA. Language, drug use, generally-unsafe behavior. And sex.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
It was hard to keep his eyes open, so hard when he wanted to collapse into the almost-kiss that set his skin burning once again, but Iruka resolutely stared into Genma's eyes, watching the flickers of firelight blend with the blue, brown and gold. When Takamoto-san kissed him, Genma had reassured him it wasn't about Iruka, had nothing to do with Iruka. One kiss doesn't make you gay. Except apparently it did. He sat up, lifting his lips away from Genma's, but he didn't break eye contact. "So, it's always been like this, and you said nothing? Why?"
Genma actually had to think about that for a second. Had it always been like that? Hanging out with Iruka, getting into trouble together, watching him go down on some girl and wanting to be that girl, when deep down he'd figured, he really just probably had to be himself. And maybe ask... and maybe make it hard for Iruka to say no. Maybe. "Dunno. I thought...I mean, I knew I was into you. Guess I figured you knew it too, and preferred to ignore it. Didn't wanna push."
That feeling, however, did not carry over to today. Iruka seemed exceptionally far away at the moment, and Genma just wanted another chance to show him what he meant. He slid his hands down Iruka's shoulders, and back up again, up his neck, into his hair. And didn't pull... this time he wanted to be met halfway. "You wanna kiss me, Iruka? I want you to." He hoped saying it now would make up for not saying it the first two hundred or so times it had crossed his mind. And then he couldn't help but smirk. "Consider it an experiment... I'll give you my best effort and you can see how you feel about it then."
Iruka wanted to snarl back, to punch Genma in the face for even offering. He wanted to get up and run away so he wouldn't have to think about it. But he didn't. Now wasn't the time to fight about this, or tell Genma how ashamed he'd felt back then for thinking like that about his friend. For watching Genma screw some girl across the room and getting off on it instead of the one with her feet wrapped around his waist. How confused he'd always felt, still felt. Feeling like this was inconvenient, but it didn't change anything.
He leaned forward, eyes fluttering almost closed, and brushed his lips against Genma's. It was barely a kiss, soft and chaste, but it left him sightless, speechless, his heart already pounding against his ribs.
Feeling that kind of hesitation almost hurt. There was a right thing to do here, and a wrong thing, and in Genma's mixed-up brain he was already flipping the two around trying to figure out which one was which, because having Iruka trust him enough to just lean forward and do it... it required respect, of Iruka's trust and of his boundaries.
So Genma respected. For about ten seconds. He counted them, and then he pulled Iruka back down and kissed him like he'd meant to do, sealing their mouths together with heat and slickness and just a swipe of his tongue, before letting go so Iruka could pull back again, or punch him, or whatever else he might need to do.
When he felt Genma's hands let go, Iruka didn't get up. Couldn't, but even if he could, he didn't want to. He shifted his face to one side, sliding his mouth down Genma's jaw, hoping the shudders and gasps weren't that noticeable. He pushed a hand under Genma's neck, using the salty taste of skin to muffle another whimper. He felt raw, worse than whatever drug Genma had given him earlier. Worse and so so so much better. He licked again, trying to catch his breath.
Genma felt his eyes pop open as Iruka's mouth moved down along his neck, and a vivid memory assailed him. "I used.. I used to watch you... make out with girls..." he panted, each movement of Iruka's mouth making him less able to speak. "Watch your... mouth, your tongue... fuck... wanted it like this..." He finally gave up and wrapped an arm and a leg over Iruka, and rolled him over, capturing his lips again even as they moved.
They were going to roll right into the firepit, and Iruka couldn't be bothered to care. He gave into it, hands going everywhere he could reach, long strokes over bare skin, memorizing bones and muscle just in case... just in case he never felt this again. He kissed Genma back, harder, more sure now. He knew how to kiss, he'd been doing that a long time, and part of him wanted Genma as incoherent and confused as he felt. Genma's tongue in his mouth, then his tongue pushing back. How long had it been since he'd kissed anyone? A year? More? Iruka couldn't remember, so he did it again, sliding one leg up the back of Genma's.
The leg he felt going up his calf, then his thigh, pulled the towel that Genma had carelessly wrapped around himself free. Easy enough to twitch it aside so he could feel Iruka's heat against his bare skin. He'd stopped caring what this might mean, how they might feel about it tomorrow, later, whenever. The way Iruka's mouth opened under his, the way he fought to control the kiss even pinned on his back like that... shit, the needy little sounds he made... each one shot straight through Genma's belly and made his balls tighten. He realized he had a hand wrapped loosely around Iruka's throat, and raised up a bit so he could stroke down the hard plane of chest, fingers fondling the dips between the abdominal muscles, and lower, slipping under the elastic of Iruka's briefs. He kept his hand still, even though he ached to grasp the hot, hard length now pressed against his palm.
"Don't... don't tease... not now." Iruka struggled to force the words through his clenched jaw, eyes screwed shut and entire body rigid from trying not to move. He'd felt the towel fall away, and his hand was still on Genma's back, but he didn't move. Didn't look. If he did, it might shimmer and fade away. Iruka didn't think he could take the loss of the dream so soon.
Sometime, maybe, if we ever do this again, Genma thought, smiling as he took Iruka's swollen upper lip between his teeth, then the bottom one, evading the tongue that chased him both times. But not this time. He curled his fingers around Iruka's cock and gave it a couple of pulls; slow, full-handed strokes. He'd wanted to watch Iruka's expressive face while he did this, but the unbelievable sound that came from the man writhing underneath him begged for more kissing, so he mashed hard against Iruka's lips again, messy and awkward, all finesse forgotten. Almost too late he realized he wasn't even breathing, and wrenched away with a gasp, still working Iruka's erection slowly with his hand. "I wanna suck your dick, 'Ruka," he exhaled huskily, still too breathless to get much volume. "That sound like teasing?" He squeezed. "Feel like fucking teasing?"
"No... yes... nghh!" His eyes were open now, because Genma sounded serious, and desperate, and Iruka had to see that. He held Genma's eyes, groaning because he could see how much Genma wanted this. Wanted him. Iruka reached up and traced Genma's lips with his finger, wetting his own with a quick swipe of his tongue. "Only if I can suck you first." Another punk answer, but Iruka wasn't about to lay there and meekly accept this. He was going to jump in with both feet.
Hearing him say it like that had to be just as good as feeling it. Or close... gooseflesh broke out over Genma's entire body at Iruka's words. He made a clumsy grab for Iruka's fingers, took his hand and wrapped it around his cock, felt rough calluses and the heat of Iruka's fingers circling around him. He rolled slightly off to one side, so that he could watch those long, brown fingers touch him. "Not gonna... huuhh... argue with you," he panted, mouth suddenly dry. He looked up, met Iruka's eyes, nodding so that there could be no mistake. "Whatever you want, Iruka. Whatever you wanna do."
Iruka wanted to smirk or laugh at Genma's words, but he was distracted by the feel of the cock in his hands. Hot, hard, soft, pulsing... no words could really describe how good it felt, so he took his time stroking and squeezing, tracing veins, stretching out his fingers to circle tight balls. Watching Genma's face contort whenever he moved. "Hey, Gen," he whispered finally, his voice gruff. "I've... never done this without a condom." He had them, in his satchel, if he stretched he could probably snag it with his toes. "So, I'm asking. Do I need them?" He hoped Genma knew what he meant. He'd always used condoms, not just for protection, but for the subtle distance they created. Distance was exactly what he didn't want right now.
Damn, it was really hard to remember the circumstances of one's last STD tests with someone's hand around one's cock. "Uhhh, everything clean, as of... a year ago summer," Genma finally replied. Which was more than good enough for him to consider going without, but at this point he'd happily concede if Iruka wanted to wrap him in in a hefty bag. "Up to you. Do whatever makes you feel more... enthusiastic." He delivered the last word with deliberate, grinning emphasis.
"Bastard," Iruka breathed against Genma's ear, punctuating the word with a suitably savage squeeze. Genma was tough, he could take it. "Don't laugh if I gag. And I probably won't swallow." He better do something soon, though, or he would lose his nerve.
Iruka sat up, holding Genma's eyes for a few more strokes, taking long, deep breaths to try and stop his heart from rattling. Then he sank down on one shoulder, his hand holding Genma's dick steady while he wrapped the other one around Genma's hips and pulled, angling his feet away from Genma's head. From this position, the firelight turned Genma's pubic hair red and gold. He blew across the skin, more than aware of Genma's eyes following his progress. That was going to change. Iruka reached out with his tongue and swiped across the tip.
How Iruka's tongue, which was probably actually really soft, could feel so impossibly, perfectly rough at that moment was beyond him. Genma swallowed hard, aware that Iruka probably heard it and was going to laugh at him about it. Leant over like that, with some of his hair falling across Genma's belly, eyes glittering, Iruka looked unusually sly and seductive, and aware of it. He was being very deliberate with his motions, but there was no hesitation or unsurety. Lick... blow... the contrast of hot and cool made Genma twitch and bite his lip.
Swirling his tongue around the head, Iruka was amazed at how soft it felt. The taste wasn't terrible, either, just new and a little strange. He teased under the rim a little, then pulled back. "Genma, put your leg on my shoulder." Iruka needed to be closer if he wanted to get anymore than the tip in his mouth. He was too stoned to crouch, so laying with his head pointing towards Genma's feet seemed easier. He pulled on Genma's leg, hoping to communicate what he wanted. He wouldn't be able to see, but in a few more seconds he wouldn't need to.
Genma started to move, to follow Iruka's direction, when he got an idea. He slid a hand along Iruka's leg, which was against his side. "Get...come over here," he said. When he found his way up to the briefs Iruka was still wearing, he tugged impatiently. "These. Off. And get on top of me." They were close enough in height that this should work without either of them having to bend much. "If you kinda hold yourself up... 'n I turn my head... we can do each other at the same time." His suggestion sounded almost pitifully like the first time he'd ever proposed it, to some middle-school cheerleader who'd laughed at him. This would work better, though, for some reason he was sure of it. And there were options besides sucking... he'd improvise if needed. He squeezed the nearest expanse of skin. "Come on. Wanna taste you."
Squirming out of his briefs, Iruka bit down lightly on the thigh nearest his mouth. "Roll onto your side, idiot. Put your head on my leg. It'll work. I am way too stoned to balance over your dick, and I doubt you're much better." It was bizarre for him to be giving directions to Genma, but he'd done this a hundred times with Peter. It would work. Because he wanted to take his time, and Genma had always been the lazy sort.
Yes. This was a far better idea, particularly because it would indeed require almost no balance or coordination. Genma rolled and Iruka repositioned, and indeed it was the best of both worlds. Their torsos were about the same length so there would be no crunching. It was hard to get a good look at Iruka's cock in the flickering firelight, but Genma figured right now he'd look with his fingers. And his mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base and fisted loosely, a couple of times, before opening his mouth wide, letting the head slide inside, flattening his tongue a bit, before closing his lips and backing up. Iruka was responsive... Genma felt his girth widen a couple of times just from these first efforts, and tasted something saltier than skin.
Iruka felt himself stutter and stall, panting heatedly against the tip of Genma's cock. "Fuck, Gen... that's, shit, that's good." He licked more lazy circles around the ridge, then leaned his head back and sucked, his head moving easily against the blanket. Back and forth, his free hand petting Genma's leg. Forgetting about everything but this new taste in his mouth, how Genma grunted and gasped when he did something, anything really. He wasn't worried about coming too fast, or taking too long, not yet anyway. This was play, and damn them both that they hadn't had the balls to do this back then. He let his teeth graze the skin just a little as he lifted his head back, then laved the tip repeatedly with side-to-side strokes of his tongue. Picking up a little speed, only to slow it down again.
Genma breathed deeply, as he sucked Iruka’s cock in a long, slow rhythm. He realized that the low humming sound he was hearing was him, exhaling long moans in response to Iruka’s lips and tongue playing with his shaft. And teeth... slightly uneven bottom teeth that kept returning to scrape the underside of his head. He jerked every time it happened, and then Iruka would apologize with firm swipes of his tongue. Creative. There was technique here.
Genma realized he wasn’t really giving as good as he was getting, and much as he wanted to just relax against Iruka’s thigh and drool, he didn’t. He pulled back to let Iruka's dick pop through his lips, tongued the slit, and then lazily circled the blunt crown against his mouth. He let the movement spread the now-copious flow of sticky fluid across his lips and chin, reveling in the taste and scent, smiling when he heard and felt Iruka’s response.
So maybe Genma wasn't as stoned or lazy as Iruka thought. Fine, they could play a little one-up game. Wouldn't be the first time. He shifted their bodies just a little, not enough to break Genma's rhythm - Iruka wasn't going to lie, he was liking this. A lot. But enough so that he could pull his mouth away and stretch out his neck just a little to suck one heavy testicle into his mouth, gently at first, then harder, fondling it with his mouth and tongue, his hand still working Genma's dick with random, teasing strokes.
Needy, hot little sparks were starting to race up and down his thighs, as Genma realized that the ecstacy had very possibly shot his endurance to hell. He grabbed the sharp point of Iruka’s hipbone, squeezing, and let the hard cock slide out of his mouth. He heard his own desperate, pleading voice, saying things that normally might have been a little embarrassing, but this was Iruka. Who would want him to say it.
“Fuuuuck, ‘Ruka,” Genma moaned, openmouthed, begging. “Oh... godfuck, please... nnghh... please suck me.”
Iruka chuckled, letting Genma's ball drop out of his mouth and nuzzling into the pubic hair for a moment. "Hmmm? Did you want something, Genma?" He didn't wait for a response, merely shifted down a little and slid his mouth completely over Genma's erection, sucking hard for a few seconds, then pulling back up. He didn't know why Genma was coming unhinged over a blow job, but he wasn't complaining, either. It was like watching Genma eat the food he'd cooked, it gave him a warm glow inside that had nothing to do with sex.
Pushing a little on Genma's leg, Iruka freed his head so he could get more range, not caring if he gagged and choked. The taste was different now, the entire organ pulsing faster as he increased the speed, the suction, anything he could think of to push Genma into that long wordless howl he remembered from high school.
This was it, Genma could feel it spreading deep in his belly, pulsing in his asshole, he was gonna come and if he didn’t stop yanking on Iruka’s hair there was no way he’d get out of way in time to not get the full load in his mouth. Genma forced his hand down Iruka’s back, dug into the knobs of his spine, hands convulsing as he stuttered and gasped.
And he was babbling, ridiculous, but he couldn’t have fucking stopped his mouth any more easily than he could stop his orgasm. “Aaaahhh, shit, Iruka... you... fuck you wanna fuck you shit... ooooh, uuungggghhh...” Oh, it was like getting it ripped out of him... ”Fucking... movenow!” and the hard pulses of ejaculation drew him backwards, tight, tighter as he thrust helplessly, coming into or onto whatever part of Iruka was still wrapped around his cock.
Iruka took the first spurt in the back of his throat because he was too entranced by the pleading above his head to move. He'd never fucked a guy, never had anything more than fingers up there, and once, a small vibrator because his girlfriend at the time had talked him into it. He doubted he would actually do it, but hearing Genma almost beg for it, he could imagine it. He swallowed reflexively, gagged and coughed. He backed off so he wouldn't accidentally bite. The next two caught the side of his mouth, splattering up his cheek and down his chin. Giving up, he kept his hand moving, slowing down with each stroke, his tongue working the tip because it made Genma whimper, and that was better than good.
Then it was over, and he rolled onto his back, still petting Genma's dick softly. He ignored the throbbing between his own legs because that had been so worth it. Listening to Genma try to talk while his chest was heaving and his body trembling - yeah. Totally worth it.
Genma's arms and legs were dead... absolutely fucking paralyzed, although in the back of his mind he was aware of them twitching, a little. That... had been totally unexpected, somehow. Iruka being so good at it... that wasn't surprising in itself, or course he'd give good head, overachiever and all that. But in light of the earlier conversations... Genma just wouldn't have thought he'd be the one lying there boneless and drained with his eyes watering.
And, if this were anyone else lying next to him... he'd probably roll over and pass out. But looking at Iruka, with spunk still dripping down his face, Genma wanted desperately to push him back down into the sand and swallow him down to the root until he shuddered and spasmed and screamed and saw god or whatever it was he saw in that perfect moment of agony. Still a little shaky, Genma rolled over and entwined with the smiling man next to him. The grains of sand trapped between their bodies felt rough, and he swept some off Iruka's skin, pausing to drop a kiss on Iruka's lips before starting downward.
The brief kiss, or lick, or whatever it was, reminded Iruka he'd gotten almost there twice tonight. Genma's spectacular response, on the other hand, held the possibility of yet another almost, despite his whispered promise. Iruka wasn't sure he could accept that without annoyance. "Hey, you don't have to," he murmured, trying to turn over so he could wipe the jizz from his face. It was sticky and starting to itch a little. "I'm good. Surprised you haven't passed out, man."
"Oh, you're thinking of high school me, when you'd haul my unconscious form off some poor girl so you could have a go at her yourself," Genma grinned. Behind Iruka's nonchalant words he could feel a hesitant air again, and he wanted to dispel it, but he had enough sense left in his brain to know that fast-talking himself onto Iruka's dick might be a little unwelcome.
"That was amazing - you - I feel goddamn awesome right now," he murmured, starting to slowly massage loopy circles down Iruka's back. "Kinda...not ready for it to be over, yet. I want you to let me make you feel good too." He paused, letting the words sink in, watching Iruka's breathing, the blood rising to the surface of both smooth and scarred skin veiling the long muscles of his back. He leaned closer, so he could whisper and breathe against Iruka's ear. "Would you let me? You can tell me what you want..." He left the words there, hoping the other man would let him close enough to touch and taste again. "Up to you. I'm not goin' anywhere, either way."
"I..." Iruka was proud he didn't stutter, even if he did shiver and gasp at the feel of Genma's breath against his ear, whispering and teasing him. He swallowed and tried again. "I don't know what I want, Genma. Hands, mouth, I don't care." Genma's hands on his back were distracting in the most wonderful way possible. He'd known the scars were sensitive, he'd had to force down erections during physicals and curious examinations, but this was a whole new level. Each brush of long fingers, however inadvertent, sent almost-painful twinges down his body. Iruka gasped again, his hand fisting the blanket as he tried not to buck. "I'll take whatever you want to give."
Genma smiled, carefully clearing away sand wherever his fingers found it. This was like a mission of discovery, watching the ways Iruka shifted and twitched at his touch. Responsive. Probably becoming even more so, the longer they drew this out.
"Not numb, I take it?" he asked, tracing the pattern of the scar lightly, then a little harder. He moved lower, fanning his fingers across the skin of Iruka's lower back while he dug his thumb into one of the indentations at the base of his spine. He spider-walked his hand up, stroking over the scar again, and then back down again. The lean muscles of Iruka's flank stood out in the firelight. Genma ignored the possibility of sand and bent his head to press teethmarks against where the obliques met the top of his hip.
"The c-c-centerrrr... is numb," Iruka gasped, curling up a little at the prick of incisors. That was almost worse, the sting of sensation followed by nothing in a random progression so that Iruka didn't know what he would feel from second to second. His cock twitched, bouncing a little against the blanket, and he gasped again. "Whatever you're gonna do, Genma, don't stop. I will fucking strangle you if you stop."
"Very decisive," Genma murmured against Iruka's hip. "I don't wanna stop. At all." He noticed Iruka was propped a little higher on his side and reached around the hip he'd just bitten, brushing the tips of his fingers against rock-hard dick.
And noticing more sand, which gave him an idea. "First, though," he added, keeping his touch light. "There is fucking grit everywhere. Wanna go inside? Warmer, with beds, couches, showers," and lube, but he only said that mentally. "Outside is nice, but we can....spread out more, in there."
Iruka wasn't particularly keen on going anywhere at the moment because that meant stopping... again. But Genma seemed pretty focused on not stopping for long. And the food needed to be put away if they wanted to eat in the morning. He'd had food poisoning before, it wasn't fun. Taking a few deep breaths, Iruka turned his head and looked up at Genma. "Won't your, um, friend mind?"
"Client," Genma corrected, and then laughed. "Hell, Paul wouldn't care if we stuffed four dead hookers in his chest freezer." He kneeled up, then leant back down to kiss Iruka thoroughly. Yeah. They really needed to go inside. Now. "You give great head, but I'm not carryin' you. Let's go."
Rolling his eyes, Iruka groaned as he sat up, staring at his erection. "Consider this training," he muttered under his voice. Yes, it was weird to talk to his dick, but sometimes it was the only thing that helped. He chuckled and rubbed his eyes, then crawled over to the food, stuffing it back into the satchel. "You are planning on putting out that fire first, right?"
Genma regarded the flames. "You really want to watch me do naked manual labor, don't you," he groused. As Iruka gathered up food, he walked back to the tool shed to get a shovel, and then threw heavy shovelfuls of the damp sand below the surface over the flames until they hissed out. When he was done, he propped an arm against the handle and struck a pose. "There, how'd I do? Am I out of trouble with Beach Patrol, or am I going to have to fuck my way out of it?" he leered.
"Ummmm..." Iruka's mouth had gone as dry as the sand because he had a response, a dangerous and dirty response. Well, several actually, and only one of them involved punching Genma in the mouth to shut him up. It wasn't completely dark, but dark enough so that all Iruka could see was a sheen of skin and a glint of teeth. Enough to know Genma was being, well, himself. Shaking his head, Iruka turned and picked up his clothes. He couldn't afford to replace either the jacket or the boots, so they were coming with him. "When Smoky the Bear shows up, you can take that up with him. But hey, if fucking bears is your thing, man..."
Genma let the shovel drop and advanced on Iruka, crossing the distance between them in a couple of steps. "Bears... not my thing," he said. He slid a finger along Iruka's collarbone, and then straight down the midline of his chest. He stopped and circled Iruka's shallow navel, rimming the soft skin with his fingertip. "Hot... tan... smooth skin... that's my type." He looked up, into Iruka's eyes. "Ready to go in?"
"You... really have to stop doing that," Iruka growled, ready to drop everything and push Genma back down into the sand. He wasn't quite sure what he'd do then, but between the sand and cold, he was pretty sure it wouldn't be as pleasant as what Genma had in mind. "Turn around and walk, Shiranui. If your ass is still standing there when I'm done picking up, I'm not
responsible for the consequences."
Genma rolled his eyes and bent down to grab something. He wasn't sure what, exactly, was making Iruka do that kind of cute, aggressive thing he was doing. Well, he figured it had something to do with frustration and teasing, but beyond that, his brain just wasn't interested in figuring it out. Either way, the sooner they got inside and into the gigantic shower, the better. If that meant he had to juggle Iruka's shit as he walked up the stairs to the house, he could to that. "Just drop whatever's too sandy outside the doors," he called as he started up. "Then walk past the kitchen and go down the hall. Big bedroom at the end, big bathroom at the end of the bedroom."He'd get the bathroom fireplace going, and Iruka would figure it out from there.
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