[FIC/Log] Reunion Pt.4 - Completed
Title: Reunion, Pt.4 - Completed
Who: Iruka, Genma
Where: Topanga Beach
When: Afternoon, Saturday May 10
What: Two old high school friends catch up after an over ten-year separation.
Warnings: NSFW. MA. Language, drug use, generally-unsafe behavior. And sex.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Hiding his smirk, Iruka gave Genma two minutes before he followed, dropping most of his stuff by the door. He wondered if Genma knew he'd swiped that entire speech from Genma. Sure, the context had been different, but it worked. He'd have to try channeling Genma more often. He kept the jacket and the satchel - he needed to dump the food in the fridge. Good thing it was a beach house and not one of the monstrous mansions up in the hills, or he'd be wandering around in circles for hours.
Giving only a cursory glance at the bedroom, Iruka stopped in the doorway of the bathroom. "Wow..."
Genma walked back into the bathroom carrying an armload of towels and dropped them on the edge of the tub. He smiled at Iruka's amazement. The first time he'd seen the place he'd done the same thing. The rest of the house was spacious, comfortable, and tastefully furnished, but no expense had been spared in this bathroom, as evidenced by the huge whirlpool tub, equally huge all-glass shower with its multiple showerheads, and the open-on-both-sides fireplace in between the two. He picked up a remote from the counter and clicked, and a crackling fire sprung up immediately on the hearth. "Beats rubbing sticks together, eh?" he said. Then he stepped up into the shower and set the thermostats, carefully adjusting the angles of spray that rained down on him. He'd gotten slightly chilled outside, and the warm water felt better than sin. "Need to grab yourself a drink first? I say pillage the mini-fridge in the bedroom. If not, bring your ass in here, it's a big shower and I can wash your back." He was thinking Iruka might brain him with a shower brush when he got in, but hopefully he could make the offer seem more appealing before that happened.
"I was thinking of putting a shower in my house, but I never imagined something like this." Iruka wasn't that impressed with the tub - sure, his didn't have jets, but it was deep and big enough to fit two or three people easily. But the shower... "Wow," he said again, shaking his head. "Wonder how hard something like this is to keep clean." Stepping inside, Iruka bit his lip at the sudden change in temperature as water prickled against his skin. It was weird feeling it from multiple directions, too. He backed up a little, standing directly under one of the overhead nozzles to wet his hair. "This is really nice, Genma." Then he grinned, elbowing Genma in the ribs gently. "Guess it took something like this to get you to start bathing, hmm?"
"Oh believe me... if I had this thing, I'd never fucking stop bathing. I'd be a prune," Genma replied. He checked out the selection of hair care products on a ledge and selected one, squeezing some into his palm and then reaching up to smooth it over Iruka's scalp. "Here, check out one of my other lesser-known skills. I'm a hella good shampoo girl." He swirled the almost tea-scented soap through the dripping locks of Iruka's hair until it lathered up, and then brought up his other hand to massage it all the way through.
"Dare I ask how you learned to do this?" Iruka asked, leaning against the wall. Genma was really good at this, his fingers digging into sore spots Iruka didn't even know he had without pulling the hair. His breath caught at the thought, because Genma had been really good at that, too. "Genma, if you keep this up, I'm going to fall asleep right here. But if you stop, I'll pout."
"Tilt your head back... no, just, I'll hold it. Relax." Genma didn't bother answering Iruka's question. There wasn't really any story behind it anyhow... but how could you really not be good at this? Purrs like a cat, he thought appreciatively, as Iruka let his head drop back a little. "How's this: if you start to fall asleep I'll stop, and then pouting will wake you up?" Genma let Iruka back up flush against him, close enough so that not even the water got between them, and slid an arm loosely around his waist as he kept up the scalp massage with the other hand.
"Mmmmm." That was about as coherent a response Iruka could manage at the moment. He'd thought whatever tablet Genma had given him was done, that his buzz was long gone. So either he was completely wrong, or he needed to start going to a salon to get his hair cut, because this ranked as one of the top five physical experiences of his life. Sure, they wouldn't be able to duplicate the shower, or the feel of Genma's body pressed against his, but he was so focused on the fingers moving along his scalp he didn't think it would make a difference. Not much, anyway. Then Genma found a pressure point somewhere behind his ear, and Iruka groaned and pressed back against him, hips rolling just a little. "Number four," he whispered, his fingers clenched against the wall.
"Hmm?" Genma couldn't really figure out why Iruka was assigning numbers to something. Not that it mattered much, what with him doing that little undulating move; the one that sent Genma's brain back south into his dick. Which was now rubbing against the slippery wet skin of Iruka's thigh. Genma rocked forward, just as slightly as Iruka had rolled back, and ran a hand down, sliding easily, soapily along the arm he had braced against the wall. Genma interlaced his fingers with Iruka's clenched ones, just for a moment, and squeezed, as he let his face drop to bite into the tempting join of neck and shoulder.
It got him a mouthful of shampoo, and he pulled back slightly to rinse his mouth. He disengaged his hand, then carefully covered Iruka's eyes and turned him into the spray. "Don't open your eyes for a sec," he murmured, squeezing and pulling the soap out of the heavy length of Iruka's hair.
That little bite reminded Iruka why they were there, in someone's shower, instead of outside watching the fire. Well, he could watch the fire in here, if he wanted to, but no, he could feel the soap running down his face, even with Genma's hand over his eyes. Soap in his eyes now would be bad. It didn't mean, however, that he had to stand there and wait. Teachers were good at multitasking.
He turned his body a little and reached out, slowly following the line of Genma's hip, up over the rib cage, almost counting them until he reached the sternum, before sliding down, zig-zagging across Genma's skin to his starting point. His own hip was pressed firmly between Genma's legs, but he held himself still, breathing slowly as he waited for the water to finish its job.
The slippery fingers tickled, and raised gooseflesh on Genma's skin in spite of the water's heat. There was no more danger of soap in Iruka's eyes, but Genma kept his hand in place, liking the feeling of Iruka reacting to sightlessness and sensation. He leaned his forehead against Iruka's temple, and then nudged in slightly, and down, nosing under Iruka's ear. When he let his hand drop, he stopped on the way down to swipe his thumb through the droplets of water beading Iruka's full lower lip.
Wasn't that how this had all started? Well, now, it had technically started many years ago, but tonight... Iruka was pretty sure it had started that way. He gripped Genma's hip to hold them steady, then bent his head and licked at the thumb against his lip, tasting shampoo and the slightly metallic taste of water. Underneath that, a little bit of salt. But that was it. That wasn't right. Getting clean of sand and salt was great and all, but he needed Genma to not smell like green tea shampoo.
The little swipe of Iruka's tongue was followed with an odd face. A 'that tasted weird' face, so Genma nudged them both back under the water. He really wished he had the presence of mind to think clearly about this, how it felt to be standing in a double cascade of hot water, draped over and against Iruka, but rather than thinking about how he felt currently, it was just making him crave more sensation. He skidded now soap-free fingers up Iruka's arm and shoulder and caught another handful of dripping hair. Gave an ungentle tug to position his head free of the splatter, and kissed him. It seemed the best way to apologize for the soap in the mouth.
Iruka almost opened his eyes when he felt the tug on his hair, just to get his bearings, but the kiss surprised him. He stood still for a few moments, letting the hot water chase the tiny arcs of electricity that were flickering down his spine. Then he kissed back, winding his arms around Genma's back as he stepped closer, tongue flicking against Genma's lips before he nipped gently.
God.
Iruka's teeth. He'd mentioned that, earlier, hours or minutes or whenever it was. He was indeed very free with them, and why that made pushing him up against the steamy glass and kissing him like he had just learned how was not something Genma had figured out. Or intended to figure out. He felt one of Iruka's hands, against him, hopefully not pushing away, because Genma grabbed it and slid it, knuckles first, up the glass with a squeak, until it stopped at Iruka's shoulder. Too aggressive? Sucking on Iruka's tongue... too aggressive? Why did it all feel so fucking good then?
"Mmmmm," Iruka moaned, arching away from the slight chill of the glass and straight into Genma's body. It felt... there weren't words to describe how it felt, especially when Genma had flicked on the 'aggressive' switch. Funny, coming from Genma it didn't cause Iruka to panic, not even a little. His dragged the nails of his free hand down Genma's back, pinching the top of the man's hip, then splayed his fingers, slid lower, and grabbed. Squeezed. Hard.
"Unngh," the fingers digging into his asscheek wrenched the harsh sound out of Genma, and he couldn't help but thrust up against Iruka's stomach. First the teeth, now the nails... everything Iruka did was feral and hungry and made Genma wish he already had him sprawled across the bed in the other room, sheets and blankets askew as he straddled Iruka's hips and sank down on his hard cock....
His brain actually made a screeching-tire sound and he pulled his head back. I want that? Iruka was still palming his ass, the motion suggestive of hard thrusts, the kind that filled you full enough to make the diaphragm spasm. Fuck yes I want that. Genma hit the shower controls much harder than necessary, ceasing the spray with an abruptness that gave them both goosebumps. Then he backed up, pulling Iruka against him, sealing their mouths awkwardly again as he felt the shower door fly open so hard it hit the wall next to it with a crack.
Twelve feet, possibly fifteen. The bed couldn't be farther away than that.
They were going to drip water all over the expensive floor, and possibly priceless rugs, and who knew if the wall or the shower door would be sporting a scuff or worse when they emerged from this haze of want, and Iruka could honestly say he didn't care. He had an idea of where they were heading and it may have been best idea Genma had all evening. But he could do without the awkward stumbling - there was furniture here, and no semi-soft sand to cushion the landing. Cracking open one eye, Iruka nodded. He could do it.
He leaned backwards, both hands hoisting Genma up, not so far they would have to break the kiss, but far enough so Genma would have to walk on tiptoe. Or he could wrap his feet around Iruka's calves. Either way, they would get to the bed.
The little lift Iruka performed was enough to make Genma lose his balance, first; he'd considered going backwards, but not on tiptoe, and his walking-related coordination was shot anyhow. Well, he already knew it wasn't far, and wasn't Iruka used to some kind of intense PT? He could do the work for the moment... the standing work, anyhow. Genma wrapped one leg around, and when Iruka rebalanced, he followed up with the other and hunched up to brace his forearms on Iruka's shoulders. " 'M heavy?" he gasped against Iruka's mouth. "Hurry up!" He caught a glimpse of the cracked shower door over Iruka's shoulder.
Fuck it. He'd worry about the free 8-ball that would require later. Because now they were moving, and having his legs wrapped around Iruka like that made him not give a shit if they set the house on fire.
Iruka pushed his tongue back into Genma's mouth to stop the complaints, walking slowly and deliberately to the bed. He couldn't resist pinching the firm muscle under his hands as he went, sure he would be hearing about that when he finally set Genma down. He could see the bed in the mirror, they were almost there. Two more steps and he turned his head, gave one last squeeze, and tossed Genma backwards, laughing.
Genma hit the mattress and grabbed at Iruka's wrists to pull him on top before he remembered what else they needed. He let go and scooched backwards, stopping only when he almost banged his head into the nightstand. He fumbled a drawer open as he pulled a still-laughing Iruka after him, and grabbed the first couple of things that came to hand. Iruka was back, warm and pleasantly heavy on top of him, and kissing him again, and it made him forget what he'd gone after for a minute, until they both came up for air. Then he craned his neck to check what he'd found.
A shot glass, an iPod...the hell? Ah, there it was... little bottle of lube. But... shit. He reached back again, hoping for condoms.
"What are you after, Genma?" Iruka murmured, taking advantage of Genma's outstretched neck to chew on a collar bone, his hands prodding and scraping against the hip bones underneath him. The bed was pleasantly hard, bouncy, the comforter probably expensive and deliciously soft and plush. Sliding lower, Iruka kissed his way down Genma's chest, sucking the water drops off as he found them.
Genma hissed as Iruka's mouth moved, lips gathering moisture and moving it, fast exhalations drying the spit and shower-drops in a cool trail across his skin. He banged his knuckles against something in the drawer and grabbed again... and came out with a not-small neon-green buttplug. "Not this!" he said, waving it before tossing it on the floor. Distraction. The quest for sensation was making all of this harder. He got ahold of the lube and let go of Iruka's hair with the hand that had grabbed it again, and squeezed out more than he'd intended before dropping it. Add the comforter to the tab.
He reached down and wrapped his now-slick hand around Iruka's dick, squeezing and sliding, twisting so he could keep up the motion with his arm almost trapped between their bodies. "Lookin' for... condoms..." he panted, wanting to coax Iruka into that thrusting motion again. "Less mess." Then he laughed, aware of how much mess and destruction they'd already created. "Unless this... is enough for you..." there was the thrusting again, and he palmed Iruka's shaft against his own to spread some of the liquid around. "...want more... want you in..." it was getting harder to make sense.
Crouched on hands and knees, Iruka had to give up on his plan to leave a row of teeth marks along Genma's hip when he felt a slick hand stroking his dick. Something about condoms. He pushed up against Genma's hand, gasping when he felt the shock of cock-to-cock contact. Then the words found their definitions and Iruka moaned, his eyes falling shut as he thrust up again. Genma wanted him, like that. He'd had men proposition him before, but they'd never offered that.
With a growl, Iruka pulled Genma up from the bed, one arm hard across the lean back as he bent forward and pulled the drawer out further. Nothing. He was about to empty the damn thing onto the floor when he caught sight of the corner of a wrapper tucked neatly behind a box of tissues. He snagged it, smirking when a roll of four condoms unraveled in his hand. "Condoms," he whispered against Genma's ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and biting down gently.
"Goddamn. You're like the condom detective," Genma said, the words almost ending in a little squeal as Iruka also managed to locate the most erotic above-the-waist area on his body. He let his eyes fall shut and just basked in Iruka molesting his neck and ear for a moment, the hand he'd clasped around their cocks slowing. He felt some of the motion-warmed lube trickling down his balls, and further, and realized that direction was probably a good idea. Fortunately, with his brain on autopilot, coordinating this seemed easy.
He nudged Iruka over slightly with a thigh, not far enough to have to give up his double-jackoff grip, however. With his other hand, he grabbed the roll of condoms and tore one off with his teeth. Holding it there for now, he dropped the rest and picked up the lube again. "Hand," he murmured against the side of Iruka's face, turning so as not to poke him with the condom wrapper. When Iruka complied, he doused the long fingers liberally and tossed the bottle again, and then led Iruka's hand down, lower, below his other hand. He let go when he felt Iruka's slick fingers slide along the inner juncture of hip and thigh and keep going lower until they brushed against his asshole. "You do... that," he said hoarsely. "And I'll do this." Then he tore open the condom wrapper still in his teeth.
A brief moment of panic grabbed Iruka's stomach and twisted as Genma placed his hand where it needed to be. This was really going to happen. Everything up to this moment had been unexpected and amazing and so fucking perfect he was afraid to push his luck. Would this change anything? Would this change him? He stroked one finger up, circling the hole, pressing a little with the pad of his finger before resuming the slow, teasing circle. A graze of a nail, another circle, another press, then the panic subsided. It would fine, it was Genma and even if Iruka screwed this up, he knew it wouldn't be held against him.
With a renewed sense of purpose, and borrowing a lot of confidence, Iruka pressed one finger inside, groaning at how Genma's body gave easily, almost sucking him inside.
Genma had been momentarily very thankful for spermicide-free condoms, as he'd managed to get most of the slippery thing in his mouth while opening it. Then he felt Iruka slide a finger a couple of knuckles deep inside him. That... was perfect, and immediately not nearly enough. Iruka sucking him off earlier had left him still really relaxed, and he hooked one heel over the edge of the bed and pulled, grinding down onto Iruka's hand. Another finger seemed imminent, and he just nodded, mumbling "huh, uh huh..." in encouragement as he took the condom out of his mouth and slowly unrolled it down Iruka's thick, pulsing erection.
Inhaling sharply at the combination of Genma's body pushing and throbbing around his finger and the sudden tightness of the condom, Iruka concentrated on keeping his hips still and his finger moving. How much more Genma wanted, he didn't know, but he wanted to try another one, so Iruka pulled his finger out almost all the way, then teased two in.
"Isn' this... where you tell me... how tight I am?" Genma gasped, almost-teasing, until a flex of Iruka's fingers made his stomach muscles spasm so hard it knocked the rest of the air out of his lungs. "Ohh, shit. You... m'fucker..." He twisted slightly, still trying to push himself down harder on Iruka's hand, and after a few seconds came back to himself enough to remember to give the condom a tug. Good. Not going anywhere. Not that he wanted Iruka to stop that little come-hither motion he was making right now, either. He arched his back and just let Iruka finger him hard a few times.
It didn't quite give him the almost-perfectly-too-much feeling he wanted, so it was time to do something. "I lost the lube," he said shakily. "Spit on that thing and put it in me."
"Like hell," Iruka growled, falling onto his back and pushing his fingers in hard so Genma had no choice but to follow him down. From here he could feel around with his free hand and both feet, stretching his thumb down to press against Genma's scrotum to keep Genma occupied with a new sensation while he located the lube. He turned his head when his finger bumped something hard - there is was. He couldn't quite reach it, so he pulled on the comforter, at the same time wiggling sideways a little, chuckling at the noise Genma made at the sudden change in direction.
Lube in hand, Iruka upended it on his stomach, shuddering at the cold feel of the gel against his overheated skin. His dick was bouncing like an overeager cocker spaniel, and he gasped each time the tip bumped against the pool of lube. No more distractions, no more interruptions, this was going to happen or Iruka was going push Genma off and shove his dick in that wonderful, curse-spewing mouth.
A little shaky, Genma planted a hand flat on Iruka's chest and braced while he centered himself over Iruka's cock. This wasn't necessarily the easiest way to do this, but it was definitely one of the quickest. He grinned as he felt the blunt, latex-covered head sliding against his asscheeks, and made eye contact with Iruka as he reached behind and nudged it into position against his hole. Purposefully, he let his abs and belly relax, breathing out slowly and bearing down a little to let the flaring crown breach his anus. The widest part slid inside with little more difficulty than Iruka's fingers had, and his muscles clamped down a little with a satisfying clench. Eyes still locked on Iruka's, he took his friends' hands and set them against his flanks.
"You wanna push me down on it, 'Ruka?" he asked, circling his hips a little to tease and encourage. It probably was a little too soon for Iruka to do it, but... what the hell. Holding himself balanced astride like that, and giving the Iruka the option to force it was making his cock leak a slender string of clear, sticky fluid to add to the pool of lube already splashed across Iruka's flexing belly.
Yes. Yes he did. Once he pulled his eyes back into their sockets and his lungs started working again. "You sure, hah, you're ready... for that?" he gasped, eyes clenching shut again when Genma's body squeezed his dick again. "Don't want to... hurt you." Except he was already partially in, and just hanging there would be torture for both of them. "Spread your legs a little wider, and put your head on my chest." Sure, he'd done this before, just never with someone his own height. Or heavier. Or with a dick rubbing against his belly.
"Yeah... not totally ready..." Genma half-realized he didn't make sense, and knew that wasn't helpful, so he simply gave up for the moment and did what Iruka had asked him to, cursing a little at the change in angle and the slight push further inside. Besides, he liked not totally ready, and there wasn't really any explaining that. Iruka would understand it soon enough.
Groaning as the pressure eased up slightly, Iruka nodded. Not totally ready, but not willing to wait. He hoped that's what Genma meant anyway, because Iruka wasn't willing to wait. Genma could punch him later. Taking a deep breath, Iruka held it as he lifted his hips up off the bed, one hand on Genma's hipbone, the other gripping his cock to make sure it didn't slip out or go the wrong direction. He'd been told, quite forcefully, it was painful when that happened.
That strangled 'hnnnnh' came from his throat; he was sure of it.
The pure, knifes-edge shock of it dug Genma's teeth deep into his own lip and made him helplessly claw one hand against Iruka's chest... dimly, he felt skin give way under his fingers and tried to open his hand. Everything, every cell of his body shook, and protested, and seconds later, reflexively gave ground.
Iruka had sunk balls-deep inside his ass with one straight thrust. Genma felt drool, or possibly blood, drip down his bottom lip. He still couldn't quite see, and couldn't yet move, so he let himself relax against Iruka, relax until he could start taking it how he wanted.
Shit... he hadn't meant to go quite that fast. Genma wasn't yelling, or cursing, or much of anything except laying there, quivering. After scratching the hell out of his chest. Okay, that was something. Iruka tried to open his eyes to make sure things were okay, but he couldn't. If he had screwed this up, he didn't want to see it.
"Genma," he rasped, one hand drifting up the man's spine. "Sorry. I didn't mean... Genma-" He turned his face away, opening his eyes. Surprised to see his eyes staring back him, reflected in the large mirror at the foot of the bed. Genma's body draped over his. "Wow," he breathed, his apologies forgotten. "You look..." Fucking hot didn't begin to cover it.
Genma locked eyes with Iruka in the mirror and caught the reaction. You like how I look, he thought, still oxygen-deprived, impaled on your cock and fucking twitching.
It was a little too much helplessness for him, and he braced himself on his elbows for leverage. “I look like what, Iruka?” he breathed, his face now almost directly over Iruka’s. Mouth to mouth, eye to eye. Noses bumping. “Tell me, if you even fucking know,” he grated, ignoring the internal protest as he moved, sliding up Iruka’s body, his anus involuntarily spasming as Iruka’s cock slid a little bit out.
"Can't!" His eyes bulged at the explosion of almost pain that little bit of friction caused, both hands slamming onto the bed, already clenched. But he didn't look away, the sharp, short pants causing Genma's hair to sway. "Never seen anything like it," Iruka managed after about ten seconds, his lips trembling because it hurt, physically hurt, to even breathe.
“Didn’t… think so…”Genma practically wheezed. This shouldn’t be so difficult, because difficult meant stop and he was going to fucking kill Iruka before they stopped. Change of pace? It would be hard to go slower. Genma forced himself to jerk his hips forward, ohgod, and then back.
Change of position? He called on every yoga class he’d ever attended and lengthened his spine. Iruka wasn’t small… maybe he just needed more room to move.
And then he laughed. That was it. Genma flexed his toes and raised up a bit. Yeah, it still hurt, but there was more room now.
"Gods, the fuck, Genma, will you stop wiggling?!?" Iruka couldn't keep his head from arching back, his arms still pressed against the bed pushing his chest up in the air. He pressed his lips together to keep from whimpering when that caused him to move inside Genma, out, then in again as he slowly lowered his chest back to the bed. "Tell me what to do," he whispered, hands stroking the thighs spread across his body. "Move, don't move, whatever you want. Just... something."
Fifteen minutes ago… this had seemed so simple. Fifteen minutes ago, it had been just a mechanical exercise, assprints on the shower glass and lube all over the comforter.. And really, it still was. That simple.
Genma exhaled and let everything go. He dropped to Iruka’s chest, focusing on the hands kneading up and down his thighs. Let his breathing slow, and then went back to what had worked in middle school.
He turned his head and caught Iruka’s lips. Kissed him like that was the extent of it, as far as they’d go, right there. Like it was all he’d thought about doing ever since the first time he’d seen Iruka pull some girl into the shadows, with a quick wide-eyed glance for him before going for her, whoever she was. It made the mouth hotter, and everything wetter, and it made it work, somehow.
Kissing was good. Better than good. Lapping at Genma's mouth, swapping spit and moans, Iruka could do this. They probably should have done this more, gone slower, something, but he didn't really think about that when he could feel Genma relaxing, finally, seemingly more focused on how much of Iruka's tongue he could swallow than anything else. Like they weren't intimately, frustratingly, painfully joined. Iruka groaned and shifted, sliding his hands up Genma's sides, tangling in his still-damp hair and pressing Genma's mouth as close as he could. Nothing quiet or gentle, not at first, but after a minute or so, it was better, as if they both realized they had time. Time to do this, or anything else.
Iruka felt his body relax, just a little, inside Genma's body. Not enough to slip out, and the tighttighttight feeling didn't let up because Genma kissed with his entire body, but enough. Enough so he could move if he still wanted to. And he wanted to, very much. "Hang onto me," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Genma, holding the man in place. Then he rolled, carefully, hoping he hadn't crushed Genma's leg in the process.
As he was rolled over onto his back, Genma held on, appreciating the fact that Iruka had generated the movement with his upper body and not his hips. He was sure Iruka wasn't resting his entire weight on him either, but once they were repositioned Genma felt more relaxed. It was easier to breathe, lying like this, and there was something really, really good about being pinned, even as careful as Iruka was being.
Genma pulled Iruka back down to kiss him again. The earlier sensory overwhelm had eased into a buzzy, unhurried enjoyment of licking Iruka's swollen lips, rubbing against them and then sliding his tongue inside, creating wet suction and then moving to break it and do it again. He moaned into Iruka's mouth... the slow, lazy kissing was making him hard again, and the new position had turned the strained penetration of his ass into a heavy fullness. No movement yet, but they'd soon be able to. Genma moved a thigh up higher and hooked Iruka's fingers under his knee.
The movement under his stomach caught Iruka's attention, and he grinned against Genma's mouth. "Feeling better now?" he mumbled, encouraging that response by kissing down Genma's chin until he reached the hollow of the throat, teasing the collar bones with his tongue. No teeth, he didn't want Genma to jerk, tongue would be enough. Licking circles, blowing lightly, he kept the weight on his arms and legs. He smiled when he caught sight of the darkening bruises on Genma's neck from earlier, then chuckled when he wondered if Genma would let them be or cover them up with some kind of makeup.
"Lot better... thanks for asking..." Genma murmured back, gasping at the light strokes of Iruka's tongue that brought every nerve ending from neck to groin back on line. He let his hands roam again, traveling the now-familiar territory of Iruka's back, fingering the twists and tracks of the scar. Genma tried a couple of times to interrupt Iruka's apparent mission to tongue-bathe his neck and shoulders, but Iruka was crafty and avoided his lips except for little nips here and there. And really, Genma liked it too much to want him to stop anyhow - in fact, he hoped Iruka would get back around to applying those sharp teeth again. Very effective, that.
Genma's fingers found their way down to cup Iruka's ass, and he drew lazy little fingertip circles before palming the firm, round muscle. Iruka seemed to be waiting, still, and that was fine, because it seemed the right time to put an end to that. "Move. A little," he whispered huskily into Iruka's hair, using his grip on Iruka's ass to gauge the pressure. Okay. That was good.
He wasn't going to insult Genma by asking 'Are you sure?' because... well, Genma should know. Reaching between them, Iruka collected as much of the lube on their stomachs as he could and recoated that part of the condom he could feel. He should have snagged a bottle of water or something, it was better for reactivation. "Okay, gonna move," he whispered, pulling out just a little, then pushing back in, at the same time biting down on Genma's pulse point so he wouldn't scream.
The push and pull of Iruka moving inside him made Genma feel a little dizzy, but the sharp teeth digging into his neck were the more painful of the two sensations. And that was more because he was pretty sure there was already a bruise there. Genma palmed Iruka's ass, using his grip on the flexing muscle to leverage himself into a position that allowed for maximum movement and at the same time would let him take a little bit more of Iruka's weight. Genma bore down slightly one one of Iruka's thrusts, and felt thick cock slide a little deeper inside before pistoning back. He skidded a hand up the knobs of Iruka's spine, slipping a bit in sweat that had sprung up again. "You can... nngh... put your back into it a little," he grunted, hoping Iruka didn't think he was kidding. "Please..." he added. Couldn't hurt to ask nicely.
Please. Iruka's eyes rolled back at that simple word. That, and the incredible tight feeling of Genma's body gripping him. Lapping at Genma's neck a little, Iruka nodded and leaned back a little, repositioning his hands under Genma's hips, spreading the longs legs a little wider with his forearms. Biting his lip, Iruka pulled out halfway, swallowing the gasp and thrusting back in faster, harder. He couldn't bite back the loud 'hah' at the impact, watching Genma through slitted eyes.
Oh, nothing like getting what you ask for, Genma’s brain supplied, hazily, amidst the sudden requirement for more oxygen. Each hard thrust Iruka made was shoving the air out of his lungs as fast as he could suck it back in, and it felt pretty much like he’d given up whatever shred of control he might had in the situation. Genma rolled his hips forward much as he could, pinned and getting fucked the way he was, seeking friction for his dick.
Not that this was really required, at this point. The pounding rhythm Iruka had worked up was slowly building a tight, hot tingle deep in his ass that made it hard to focus on anything else, except getting more, asking for, demanding more . “Fuck, ungh… harder, ‘Ruka... like that...”
Sitting all the way up, balanced somehow on his toes, Iruka pulled Genma's hips up higher, up off the bed now, using the strength in his legs to push in harder, pulling nearly all the way out and shoving back in. His stomach muscles were quivering, but he ignored them, panting open-mouthed, tasting salty sweat as it dripped down his face. Speeding up the thrusts so that his body couldn't tell one from the other. He couldn't stop now, wouldn't dream of stopping. The bed was shaking Genma's body in all directions, and he was so hot, so tense, so almost there, he wouldn't look away for a second.
Genma slammed one arm down onto the bed, reaching for something, anything to hang on to, just for the sake of hanging on, because Iruka had him bent in a way that didn’t allow him to do much other than just take his cock. Which was so good, because all he wanted right now was just to take it, and the hard, fast thrusts that made hot sparks jangle up his thighs with each one.
His hands scrabbled against Iruka’s skin… nothing he could touch gave him enough to hold onto as he felt the heat and tension pooling in his belly, in his balls. Then Genma’s searching fingers found sweaty strands of Iruka’s hair yet again. He tangled mindlessly in it and pulled.
The sudden tearing of his hair was the bolt of lightning that broke Iruka's control. "Nnggh! Shit! Sorry!" he managed before his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched hard, the muscles of his body tensing in one long tight line as he snapped his hips a few more times. He was already coming, coming hard, so hard it hurt. It wasn't possible for his balls to turn inside out, not really, but it felt that way, sounded that way even though he hoped the near-scream he heard was not his alone. He tried to tear his eyes back open, even with the tears spilling out the sides, even with his head twisted at some impossibly awkward angle. "Sorry," he gasped again, shuddering down to his toes.
It was the shuddering that did it, or maybe a combination of that and the contained surge inside him, that pushed Genma over the edge right behind Iruka, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt it start, felt everything start to spasm and jerk.
Hips hoisted in the air the way they were, the last several stabbing thrusts of Iruka’s cock, deep and hard into his ass made Genma come in hard spurts across his own twitching stomach. He was still shaking with the aftershocks when he let go his grip on Iruka’s hair.
So it really was possible to go blind for a few seconds after orgasm. Iruka blinked twice and shook his head, slowly leaning forward to put Genma back on the bed. Each time he shuddered, Genma twitched. Each twitch caused another shudder. His arms were shaking from the exertion, and he had probably left bruises because it felt like his fingers were melded to bone instead of skin and muscle. "I should..." he gasped around the frantic breaths he was still trying to suck in. "I should... pull out..."
“Right.” Genma answered before he had any idea what he was agreeing to. Iruka could have just said ‘I should bite off your ear’ and he’d have said exactly the same thing. Then Iruka’s movement suggested what was actually going to happen and he reached down clumsily. “Make sure it… fuck.” Iruka’s cock slid out, leaving him feeling cored and empty.
Post-coital conversation had never been one of Genma’s strengths, but right now he really had no clue what to say. At the moment, ‘Hell of a reunion,’ was running neck and neck with…
“Shit.” He picked up Paul’s iPod, which had been under his elbow and was cracked right across the screen. “You’re one destructive fuck, you know that?” he said, and then fell into helpless gasps of laughter.
"Sorry?" Iruka offered, busy trying to pull the condom off, tie it up and dispose of it without actually moving. That neat trick managed, he shifted his weight, rolling the hyena formerly known as Genma onto his side and laying next to him, hand on Genma's throat, stroking his cheek. "This is going to sound stupid, and if you laugh, I'm going to punch you, so just shut up and listen." Iruka shut his eyes, knowing he had to say this now. He had to. "That may have been the most amazing thing I've ever experienced, and I don't even know if it's because I've never done it before, or because it was you. Personally, I don't care." Iruka dropped his voice, almost whispering. "Either way, I'm glad it was you."
Genma didn't have to force himself to stop laughing for Iruka's sake; the serious, earnest words quieted him. He took a deep breath. "Y'know, coming from anybody else, I'd think that was a load. But... you really mean it, don't you?" He didn't really need the answer to the question, it was obvious. He turned his head slightly into Iruka's hand and grabbed his thumb, giving it a little squeeze.. "Really didn't think something like this would happen, tonight, you know?" He murmured into Iruka's palm. "But... I'm glad it did. It was really good." He turned again to look straight into Iruka's eyes as he said it... he wanted the other man to understand he wasn't joking.
Then his usual shitty sense of humor surfaced again and he couldn't stop himself. "And, just so you know, it was because of me. You wouldn't have liked it at all with someone else," he grinned, and bit the pad of Iruka's thumb.
"Bastard," Iruka whispered, smiling himself, his eyes still closed. He expected nothing less, even if he was blushing a little from the unexpected sentiment. "Guess I'll get to find that out pretty soon, huh? Not likely I'll get to choose my, um, co-stars, I guess. At Nixcore." He pulled his hand away, then not-so-lightly smacked Genma's cheek. "Oi, I have about fifteen minutes before I'm comatose. What do you need besides a wet rag and a bottle of water?"
Iruka placed the iPod on the nightstand. That was replaced easily enough. He had two. It was amazing the kind of shit he ended up with working at the high school - bribes from parents, things confiscated and never picked up, 'gifts' from students. He reported everything, returned what he could, but as long as he didn't actually change a grade without evidence of improvement or extra work, he was in the clear. Standing up with only a hint of a groan, he grinned down at Genma. "Or did you want me to run you a bath, princess?"
Hmm, hot water sounded really good. But, that would require movement, and Genma wasn't sure he was quite ready to be walking around yet, judging from the dull ache starting up in his lower back. "I want a butler who'll keep his snotty comments to himself, that's what I want," he complained, stretching a little. Wouldn't hurt to lay here for a few more minutes.
"Water's in the fridge," he pointed across the room to the mini bar. "Towels and crap like that in the bathroom, but you already knew that." He considered Iruka's earlier comment about potential co-stars. "And yeah, they'll give you scenes with whoever." He started to roll over onto his stomach and then remembered he was still a sloppy mess, so he continued regarding Iruka from an upside-down position. "Until you're famous. Then maybe they'll give you your pick. They prolly like to keep their stars happy."
Snorting, Iruka shook his head and headed off to the bathroom. "I'm hoping I won't be there long enough to get famous. Once the liens on the house are paid off, I'm done." If he lasted that long. But it beat working at the restaurant by a long shot.
Running the hot water in the sink, Iruka used a washrag to wipe himself down, then let a few more soak while he pissed the remaining liquid in his system away. Groaning at the disaster they'd left from their earlier shower, he decided to leave that revelation for the morning. With towels and hot rags in hand, and after snagging a few bottles from the mini-fridge, he successfully stomped on the urge to lob one at Genma's face. 'Think fast' wasn't going to work, and would most likely result in a bloody mess.
Instead, he dumped one of the bottles by Genma's hand, then ran chilled fingers down the underside of both thighs. "No sleep for the wicked."
"Ack, cut it out!" Genma realized he'd just squealed, and that he was probably going to hear about it. He grabbed one of the washrags and cleaned up before tossing it over his shoulder. What the hell, he'd worry about it later, along with the iPod, the comforter and whatever else was in less-than-pristine condition. "No sleep my ass. I'm a little hungry, but I can't move at the moment." He scooched up into a more comfortable position and then patted the pillow next to him, batting his eyelashes in a manner he figured would earn him another princess comment. "Look, I kept your side warm, sweetheart."
Iruka scowled and considered applying the entire contents of Genma's water bottle to his head. "If you call me that again, I'm going to puke. In your mouth. So stop. Or I won't stumble into the kitchen and bring you food." His stomach chose that moment to grumble it's annoyance at it's empty state.
Genma rolled over onto his back again and rubbed his eyes, hard. Iruka's insults reminded him of high school again, and that, combined with the fact that he was really unused to people being this nice, was threatening to make him say something sentimental and stupid and regrettable. "Well, don't sprain anything. Gimme a minute, I'll come with you, we'll grab whatever we can find and bring it back in here. It's not like we can salvage the comforter at this point anyhow...a few crumbs aren't gonna hurt anything." He jabbed Iruka in the side with a finger, unable to just let it go. "How about... pookie? Is that better?"
"Pookie? Do I look like a fucking pookie to you?" Iruka held another water bottle just above the juncture of Genma's thighs, close enough to the man could feel the cold air. "How about lay there and shut up? I'll bring you food. But you need to eat the sausage rolls first." He shook the bottle, watching the drops of water bead and fall onto Genma's skin. "You'll get sick if you just eat kremsnite."
Genma gasped and swore as condensation rolled down his thigh. He grabbed for the bottle, but he was already laughing and knew he'd lost this round. Food, in bed, from Iruka-who-didn't-look-like-a-fucking-pookie? He could shut up for that.
Yes, sir, he mouthed silently, with a little two-fingered salute.
Who: Iruka, Genma
Where: Topanga Beach
When: Afternoon, Saturday May 10
What: Two old high school friends catch up after an over ten-year separation.
Warnings: NSFW. MA. Language, drug use, generally-unsafe behavior. And sex.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Hiding his smirk, Iruka gave Genma two minutes before he followed, dropping most of his stuff by the door. He wondered if Genma knew he'd swiped that entire speech from Genma. Sure, the context had been different, but it worked. He'd have to try channeling Genma more often. He kept the jacket and the satchel - he needed to dump the food in the fridge. Good thing it was a beach house and not one of the monstrous mansions up in the hills, or he'd be wandering around in circles for hours.
Giving only a cursory glance at the bedroom, Iruka stopped in the doorway of the bathroom. "Wow..."
Genma walked back into the bathroom carrying an armload of towels and dropped them on the edge of the tub. He smiled at Iruka's amazement. The first time he'd seen the place he'd done the same thing. The rest of the house was spacious, comfortable, and tastefully furnished, but no expense had been spared in this bathroom, as evidenced by the huge whirlpool tub, equally huge all-glass shower with its multiple showerheads, and the open-on-both-sides fireplace in between the two. He picked up a remote from the counter and clicked, and a crackling fire sprung up immediately on the hearth. "Beats rubbing sticks together, eh?" he said. Then he stepped up into the shower and set the thermostats, carefully adjusting the angles of spray that rained down on him. He'd gotten slightly chilled outside, and the warm water felt better than sin. "Need to grab yourself a drink first? I say pillage the mini-fridge in the bedroom. If not, bring your ass in here, it's a big shower and I can wash your back." He was thinking Iruka might brain him with a shower brush when he got in, but hopefully he could make the offer seem more appealing before that happened.
"I was thinking of putting a shower in my house, but I never imagined something like this." Iruka wasn't that impressed with the tub - sure, his didn't have jets, but it was deep and big enough to fit two or three people easily. But the shower... "Wow," he said again, shaking his head. "Wonder how hard something like this is to keep clean." Stepping inside, Iruka bit his lip at the sudden change in temperature as water prickled against his skin. It was weird feeling it from multiple directions, too. He backed up a little, standing directly under one of the overhead nozzles to wet his hair. "This is really nice, Genma." Then he grinned, elbowing Genma in the ribs gently. "Guess it took something like this to get you to start bathing, hmm?"
"Oh believe me... if I had this thing, I'd never fucking stop bathing. I'd be a prune," Genma replied. He checked out the selection of hair care products on a ledge and selected one, squeezing some into his palm and then reaching up to smooth it over Iruka's scalp. "Here, check out one of my other lesser-known skills. I'm a hella good shampoo girl." He swirled the almost tea-scented soap through the dripping locks of Iruka's hair until it lathered up, and then brought up his other hand to massage it all the way through.
"Dare I ask how you learned to do this?" Iruka asked, leaning against the wall. Genma was really good at this, his fingers digging into sore spots Iruka didn't even know he had without pulling the hair. His breath caught at the thought, because Genma had been really good at that, too. "Genma, if you keep this up, I'm going to fall asleep right here. But if you stop, I'll pout."
"Tilt your head back... no, just, I'll hold it. Relax." Genma didn't bother answering Iruka's question. There wasn't really any story behind it anyhow... but how could you really not be good at this? Purrs like a cat, he thought appreciatively, as Iruka let his head drop back a little. "How's this: if you start to fall asleep I'll stop, and then pouting will wake you up?" Genma let Iruka back up flush against him, close enough so that not even the water got between them, and slid an arm loosely around his waist as he kept up the scalp massage with the other hand.
"Mmmmm." That was about as coherent a response Iruka could manage at the moment. He'd thought whatever tablet Genma had given him was done, that his buzz was long gone. So either he was completely wrong, or he needed to start going to a salon to get his hair cut, because this ranked as one of the top five physical experiences of his life. Sure, they wouldn't be able to duplicate the shower, or the feel of Genma's body pressed against his, but he was so focused on the fingers moving along his scalp he didn't think it would make a difference. Not much, anyway. Then Genma found a pressure point somewhere behind his ear, and Iruka groaned and pressed back against him, hips rolling just a little. "Number four," he whispered, his fingers clenched against the wall.
"Hmm?" Genma couldn't really figure out why Iruka was assigning numbers to something. Not that it mattered much, what with him doing that little undulating move; the one that sent Genma's brain back south into his dick. Which was now rubbing against the slippery wet skin of Iruka's thigh. Genma rocked forward, just as slightly as Iruka had rolled back, and ran a hand down, sliding easily, soapily along the arm he had braced against the wall. Genma interlaced his fingers with Iruka's clenched ones, just for a moment, and squeezed, as he let his face drop to bite into the tempting join of neck and shoulder.
It got him a mouthful of shampoo, and he pulled back slightly to rinse his mouth. He disengaged his hand, then carefully covered Iruka's eyes and turned him into the spray. "Don't open your eyes for a sec," he murmured, squeezing and pulling the soap out of the heavy length of Iruka's hair.
That little bite reminded Iruka why they were there, in someone's shower, instead of outside watching the fire. Well, he could watch the fire in here, if he wanted to, but no, he could feel the soap running down his face, even with Genma's hand over his eyes. Soap in his eyes now would be bad. It didn't mean, however, that he had to stand there and wait. Teachers were good at multitasking.
He turned his body a little and reached out, slowly following the line of Genma's hip, up over the rib cage, almost counting them until he reached the sternum, before sliding down, zig-zagging across Genma's skin to his starting point. His own hip was pressed firmly between Genma's legs, but he held himself still, breathing slowly as he waited for the water to finish its job.
The slippery fingers tickled, and raised gooseflesh on Genma's skin in spite of the water's heat. There was no more danger of soap in Iruka's eyes, but Genma kept his hand in place, liking the feeling of Iruka reacting to sightlessness and sensation. He leaned his forehead against Iruka's temple, and then nudged in slightly, and down, nosing under Iruka's ear. When he let his hand drop, he stopped on the way down to swipe his thumb through the droplets of water beading Iruka's full lower lip.
Wasn't that how this had all started? Well, now, it had technically started many years ago, but tonight... Iruka was pretty sure it had started that way. He gripped Genma's hip to hold them steady, then bent his head and licked at the thumb against his lip, tasting shampoo and the slightly metallic taste of water. Underneath that, a little bit of salt. But that was it. That wasn't right. Getting clean of sand and salt was great and all, but he needed Genma to not smell like green tea shampoo.
The little swipe of Iruka's tongue was followed with an odd face. A 'that tasted weird' face, so Genma nudged them both back under the water. He really wished he had the presence of mind to think clearly about this, how it felt to be standing in a double cascade of hot water, draped over and against Iruka, but rather than thinking about how he felt currently, it was just making him crave more sensation. He skidded now soap-free fingers up Iruka's arm and shoulder and caught another handful of dripping hair. Gave an ungentle tug to position his head free of the splatter, and kissed him. It seemed the best way to apologize for the soap in the mouth.
Iruka almost opened his eyes when he felt the tug on his hair, just to get his bearings, but the kiss surprised him. He stood still for a few moments, letting the hot water chase the tiny arcs of electricity that were flickering down his spine. Then he kissed back, winding his arms around Genma's back as he stepped closer, tongue flicking against Genma's lips before he nipped gently.
God.
Iruka's teeth. He'd mentioned that, earlier, hours or minutes or whenever it was. He was indeed very free with them, and why that made pushing him up against the steamy glass and kissing him like he had just learned how was not something Genma had figured out. Or intended to figure out. He felt one of Iruka's hands, against him, hopefully not pushing away, because Genma grabbed it and slid it, knuckles first, up the glass with a squeak, until it stopped at Iruka's shoulder. Too aggressive? Sucking on Iruka's tongue... too aggressive? Why did it all feel so fucking good then?
"Mmmmm," Iruka moaned, arching away from the slight chill of the glass and straight into Genma's body. It felt... there weren't words to describe how it felt, especially when Genma had flicked on the 'aggressive' switch. Funny, coming from Genma it didn't cause Iruka to panic, not even a little. His dragged the nails of his free hand down Genma's back, pinching the top of the man's hip, then splayed his fingers, slid lower, and grabbed. Squeezed. Hard.
"Unngh," the fingers digging into his asscheek wrenched the harsh sound out of Genma, and he couldn't help but thrust up against Iruka's stomach. First the teeth, now the nails... everything Iruka did was feral and hungry and made Genma wish he already had him sprawled across the bed in the other room, sheets and blankets askew as he straddled Iruka's hips and sank down on his hard cock....
His brain actually made a screeching-tire sound and he pulled his head back. I want that? Iruka was still palming his ass, the motion suggestive of hard thrusts, the kind that filled you full enough to make the diaphragm spasm. Fuck yes I want that. Genma hit the shower controls much harder than necessary, ceasing the spray with an abruptness that gave them both goosebumps. Then he backed up, pulling Iruka against him, sealing their mouths awkwardly again as he felt the shower door fly open so hard it hit the wall next to it with a crack.
Twelve feet, possibly fifteen. The bed couldn't be farther away than that.
They were going to drip water all over the expensive floor, and possibly priceless rugs, and who knew if the wall or the shower door would be sporting a scuff or worse when they emerged from this haze of want, and Iruka could honestly say he didn't care. He had an idea of where they were heading and it may have been best idea Genma had all evening. But he could do without the awkward stumbling - there was furniture here, and no semi-soft sand to cushion the landing. Cracking open one eye, Iruka nodded. He could do it.
He leaned backwards, both hands hoisting Genma up, not so far they would have to break the kiss, but far enough so Genma would have to walk on tiptoe. Or he could wrap his feet around Iruka's calves. Either way, they would get to the bed.
The little lift Iruka performed was enough to make Genma lose his balance, first; he'd considered going backwards, but not on tiptoe, and his walking-related coordination was shot anyhow. Well, he already knew it wasn't far, and wasn't Iruka used to some kind of intense PT? He could do the work for the moment... the standing work, anyhow. Genma wrapped one leg around, and when Iruka rebalanced, he followed up with the other and hunched up to brace his forearms on Iruka's shoulders. " 'M heavy?" he gasped against Iruka's mouth. "Hurry up!" He caught a glimpse of the cracked shower door over Iruka's shoulder.
Fuck it. He'd worry about the free 8-ball that would require later. Because now they were moving, and having his legs wrapped around Iruka like that made him not give a shit if they set the house on fire.
Iruka pushed his tongue back into Genma's mouth to stop the complaints, walking slowly and deliberately to the bed. He couldn't resist pinching the firm muscle under his hands as he went, sure he would be hearing about that when he finally set Genma down. He could see the bed in the mirror, they were almost there. Two more steps and he turned his head, gave one last squeeze, and tossed Genma backwards, laughing.
Genma hit the mattress and grabbed at Iruka's wrists to pull him on top before he remembered what else they needed. He let go and scooched backwards, stopping only when he almost banged his head into the nightstand. He fumbled a drawer open as he pulled a still-laughing Iruka after him, and grabbed the first couple of things that came to hand. Iruka was back, warm and pleasantly heavy on top of him, and kissing him again, and it made him forget what he'd gone after for a minute, until they both came up for air. Then he craned his neck to check what he'd found.
A shot glass, an iPod...the hell? Ah, there it was... little bottle of lube. But... shit. He reached back again, hoping for condoms.
"What are you after, Genma?" Iruka murmured, taking advantage of Genma's outstretched neck to chew on a collar bone, his hands prodding and scraping against the hip bones underneath him. The bed was pleasantly hard, bouncy, the comforter probably expensive and deliciously soft and plush. Sliding lower, Iruka kissed his way down Genma's chest, sucking the water drops off as he found them.
Genma hissed as Iruka's mouth moved, lips gathering moisture and moving it, fast exhalations drying the spit and shower-drops in a cool trail across his skin. He banged his knuckles against something in the drawer and grabbed again... and came out with a not-small neon-green buttplug. "Not this!" he said, waving it before tossing it on the floor. Distraction. The quest for sensation was making all of this harder. He got ahold of the lube and let go of Iruka's hair with the hand that had grabbed it again, and squeezed out more than he'd intended before dropping it. Add the comforter to the tab.
He reached down and wrapped his now-slick hand around Iruka's dick, squeezing and sliding, twisting so he could keep up the motion with his arm almost trapped between their bodies. "Lookin' for... condoms..." he panted, wanting to coax Iruka into that thrusting motion again. "Less mess." Then he laughed, aware of how much mess and destruction they'd already created. "Unless this... is enough for you..." there was the thrusting again, and he palmed Iruka's shaft against his own to spread some of the liquid around. "...want more... want you in..." it was getting harder to make sense.
Crouched on hands and knees, Iruka had to give up on his plan to leave a row of teeth marks along Genma's hip when he felt a slick hand stroking his dick. Something about condoms. He pushed up against Genma's hand, gasping when he felt the shock of cock-to-cock contact. Then the words found their definitions and Iruka moaned, his eyes falling shut as he thrust up again. Genma wanted him, like that. He'd had men proposition him before, but they'd never offered that.
With a growl, Iruka pulled Genma up from the bed, one arm hard across the lean back as he bent forward and pulled the drawer out further. Nothing. He was about to empty the damn thing onto the floor when he caught sight of the corner of a wrapper tucked neatly behind a box of tissues. He snagged it, smirking when a roll of four condoms unraveled in his hand. "Condoms," he whispered against Genma's ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and biting down gently.
"Goddamn. You're like the condom detective," Genma said, the words almost ending in a little squeal as Iruka also managed to locate the most erotic above-the-waist area on his body. He let his eyes fall shut and just basked in Iruka molesting his neck and ear for a moment, the hand he'd clasped around their cocks slowing. He felt some of the motion-warmed lube trickling down his balls, and further, and realized that direction was probably a good idea. Fortunately, with his brain on autopilot, coordinating this seemed easy.
He nudged Iruka over slightly with a thigh, not far enough to have to give up his double-jackoff grip, however. With his other hand, he grabbed the roll of condoms and tore one off with his teeth. Holding it there for now, he dropped the rest and picked up the lube again. "Hand," he murmured against the side of Iruka's face, turning so as not to poke him with the condom wrapper. When Iruka complied, he doused the long fingers liberally and tossed the bottle again, and then led Iruka's hand down, lower, below his other hand. He let go when he felt Iruka's slick fingers slide along the inner juncture of hip and thigh and keep going lower until they brushed against his asshole. "You do... that," he said hoarsely. "And I'll do this." Then he tore open the condom wrapper still in his teeth.
A brief moment of panic grabbed Iruka's stomach and twisted as Genma placed his hand where it needed to be. This was really going to happen. Everything up to this moment had been unexpected and amazing and so fucking perfect he was afraid to push his luck. Would this change anything? Would this change him? He stroked one finger up, circling the hole, pressing a little with the pad of his finger before resuming the slow, teasing circle. A graze of a nail, another circle, another press, then the panic subsided. It would fine, it was Genma and even if Iruka screwed this up, he knew it wouldn't be held against him.
With a renewed sense of purpose, and borrowing a lot of confidence, Iruka pressed one finger inside, groaning at how Genma's body gave easily, almost sucking him inside.
Genma had been momentarily very thankful for spermicide-free condoms, as he'd managed to get most of the slippery thing in his mouth while opening it. Then he felt Iruka slide a finger a couple of knuckles deep inside him. That... was perfect, and immediately not nearly enough. Iruka sucking him off earlier had left him still really relaxed, and he hooked one heel over the edge of the bed and pulled, grinding down onto Iruka's hand. Another finger seemed imminent, and he just nodded, mumbling "huh, uh huh..." in encouragement as he took the condom out of his mouth and slowly unrolled it down Iruka's thick, pulsing erection.
Inhaling sharply at the combination of Genma's body pushing and throbbing around his finger and the sudden tightness of the condom, Iruka concentrated on keeping his hips still and his finger moving. How much more Genma wanted, he didn't know, but he wanted to try another one, so Iruka pulled his finger out almost all the way, then teased two in.
"Isn' this... where you tell me... how tight I am?" Genma gasped, almost-teasing, until a flex of Iruka's fingers made his stomach muscles spasm so hard it knocked the rest of the air out of his lungs. "Ohh, shit. You... m'fucker..." He twisted slightly, still trying to push himself down harder on Iruka's hand, and after a few seconds came back to himself enough to remember to give the condom a tug. Good. Not going anywhere. Not that he wanted Iruka to stop that little come-hither motion he was making right now, either. He arched his back and just let Iruka finger him hard a few times.
It didn't quite give him the almost-perfectly-too-much feeling he wanted, so it was time to do something. "I lost the lube," he said shakily. "Spit on that thing and put it in me."
"Like hell," Iruka growled, falling onto his back and pushing his fingers in hard so Genma had no choice but to follow him down. From here he could feel around with his free hand and both feet, stretching his thumb down to press against Genma's scrotum to keep Genma occupied with a new sensation while he located the lube. He turned his head when his finger bumped something hard - there is was. He couldn't quite reach it, so he pulled on the comforter, at the same time wiggling sideways a little, chuckling at the noise Genma made at the sudden change in direction.
Lube in hand, Iruka upended it on his stomach, shuddering at the cold feel of the gel against his overheated skin. His dick was bouncing like an overeager cocker spaniel, and he gasped each time the tip bumped against the pool of lube. No more distractions, no more interruptions, this was going to happen or Iruka was going push Genma off and shove his dick in that wonderful, curse-spewing mouth.
A little shaky, Genma planted a hand flat on Iruka's chest and braced while he centered himself over Iruka's cock. This wasn't necessarily the easiest way to do this, but it was definitely one of the quickest. He grinned as he felt the blunt, latex-covered head sliding against his asscheeks, and made eye contact with Iruka as he reached behind and nudged it into position against his hole. Purposefully, he let his abs and belly relax, breathing out slowly and bearing down a little to let the flaring crown breach his anus. The widest part slid inside with little more difficulty than Iruka's fingers had, and his muscles clamped down a little with a satisfying clench. Eyes still locked on Iruka's, he took his friends' hands and set them against his flanks.
"You wanna push me down on it, 'Ruka?" he asked, circling his hips a little to tease and encourage. It probably was a little too soon for Iruka to do it, but... what the hell. Holding himself balanced astride like that, and giving the Iruka the option to force it was making his cock leak a slender string of clear, sticky fluid to add to the pool of lube already splashed across Iruka's flexing belly.
Yes. Yes he did. Once he pulled his eyes back into their sockets and his lungs started working again. "You sure, hah, you're ready... for that?" he gasped, eyes clenching shut again when Genma's body squeezed his dick again. "Don't want to... hurt you." Except he was already partially in, and just hanging there would be torture for both of them. "Spread your legs a little wider, and put your head on my chest." Sure, he'd done this before, just never with someone his own height. Or heavier. Or with a dick rubbing against his belly.
"Yeah... not totally ready..." Genma half-realized he didn't make sense, and knew that wasn't helpful, so he simply gave up for the moment and did what Iruka had asked him to, cursing a little at the change in angle and the slight push further inside. Besides, he liked not totally ready, and there wasn't really any explaining that. Iruka would understand it soon enough.
Groaning as the pressure eased up slightly, Iruka nodded. Not totally ready, but not willing to wait. He hoped that's what Genma meant anyway, because Iruka wasn't willing to wait. Genma could punch him later. Taking a deep breath, Iruka held it as he lifted his hips up off the bed, one hand on Genma's hipbone, the other gripping his cock to make sure it didn't slip out or go the wrong direction. He'd been told, quite forcefully, it was painful when that happened.
That strangled 'hnnnnh' came from his throat; he was sure of it.
The pure, knifes-edge shock of it dug Genma's teeth deep into his own lip and made him helplessly claw one hand against Iruka's chest... dimly, he felt skin give way under his fingers and tried to open his hand. Everything, every cell of his body shook, and protested, and seconds later, reflexively gave ground.
Iruka had sunk balls-deep inside his ass with one straight thrust. Genma felt drool, or possibly blood, drip down his bottom lip. He still couldn't quite see, and couldn't yet move, so he let himself relax against Iruka, relax until he could start taking it how he wanted.
Shit... he hadn't meant to go quite that fast. Genma wasn't yelling, or cursing, or much of anything except laying there, quivering. After scratching the hell out of his chest. Okay, that was something. Iruka tried to open his eyes to make sure things were okay, but he couldn't. If he had screwed this up, he didn't want to see it.
"Genma," he rasped, one hand drifting up the man's spine. "Sorry. I didn't mean... Genma-" He turned his face away, opening his eyes. Surprised to see his eyes staring back him, reflected in the large mirror at the foot of the bed. Genma's body draped over his. "Wow," he breathed, his apologies forgotten. "You look..." Fucking hot didn't begin to cover it.
Genma locked eyes with Iruka in the mirror and caught the reaction. You like how I look, he thought, still oxygen-deprived, impaled on your cock and fucking twitching.
It was a little too much helplessness for him, and he braced himself on his elbows for leverage. “I look like what, Iruka?” he breathed, his face now almost directly over Iruka’s. Mouth to mouth, eye to eye. Noses bumping. “Tell me, if you even fucking know,” he grated, ignoring the internal protest as he moved, sliding up Iruka’s body, his anus involuntarily spasming as Iruka’s cock slid a little bit out.
"Can't!" His eyes bulged at the explosion of almost pain that little bit of friction caused, both hands slamming onto the bed, already clenched. But he didn't look away, the sharp, short pants causing Genma's hair to sway. "Never seen anything like it," Iruka managed after about ten seconds, his lips trembling because it hurt, physically hurt, to even breathe.
“Didn’t… think so…”Genma practically wheezed. This shouldn’t be so difficult, because difficult meant stop and he was going to fucking kill Iruka before they stopped. Change of pace? It would be hard to go slower. Genma forced himself to jerk his hips forward, ohgod, and then back.
Change of position? He called on every yoga class he’d ever attended and lengthened his spine. Iruka wasn’t small… maybe he just needed more room to move.
And then he laughed. That was it. Genma flexed his toes and raised up a bit. Yeah, it still hurt, but there was more room now.
"Gods, the fuck, Genma, will you stop wiggling?!?" Iruka couldn't keep his head from arching back, his arms still pressed against the bed pushing his chest up in the air. He pressed his lips together to keep from whimpering when that caused him to move inside Genma, out, then in again as he slowly lowered his chest back to the bed. "Tell me what to do," he whispered, hands stroking the thighs spread across his body. "Move, don't move, whatever you want. Just... something."
Fifteen minutes ago… this had seemed so simple. Fifteen minutes ago, it had been just a mechanical exercise, assprints on the shower glass and lube all over the comforter.. And really, it still was. That simple.
Genma exhaled and let everything go. He dropped to Iruka’s chest, focusing on the hands kneading up and down his thighs. Let his breathing slow, and then went back to what had worked in middle school.
He turned his head and caught Iruka’s lips. Kissed him like that was the extent of it, as far as they’d go, right there. Like it was all he’d thought about doing ever since the first time he’d seen Iruka pull some girl into the shadows, with a quick wide-eyed glance for him before going for her, whoever she was. It made the mouth hotter, and everything wetter, and it made it work, somehow.
Kissing was good. Better than good. Lapping at Genma's mouth, swapping spit and moans, Iruka could do this. They probably should have done this more, gone slower, something, but he didn't really think about that when he could feel Genma relaxing, finally, seemingly more focused on how much of Iruka's tongue he could swallow than anything else. Like they weren't intimately, frustratingly, painfully joined. Iruka groaned and shifted, sliding his hands up Genma's sides, tangling in his still-damp hair and pressing Genma's mouth as close as he could. Nothing quiet or gentle, not at first, but after a minute or so, it was better, as if they both realized they had time. Time to do this, or anything else.
Iruka felt his body relax, just a little, inside Genma's body. Not enough to slip out, and the tighttighttight feeling didn't let up because Genma kissed with his entire body, but enough. Enough so he could move if he still wanted to. And he wanted to, very much. "Hang onto me," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Genma, holding the man in place. Then he rolled, carefully, hoping he hadn't crushed Genma's leg in the process.
As he was rolled over onto his back, Genma held on, appreciating the fact that Iruka had generated the movement with his upper body and not his hips. He was sure Iruka wasn't resting his entire weight on him either, but once they were repositioned Genma felt more relaxed. It was easier to breathe, lying like this, and there was something really, really good about being pinned, even as careful as Iruka was being.
Genma pulled Iruka back down to kiss him again. The earlier sensory overwhelm had eased into a buzzy, unhurried enjoyment of licking Iruka's swollen lips, rubbing against them and then sliding his tongue inside, creating wet suction and then moving to break it and do it again. He moaned into Iruka's mouth... the slow, lazy kissing was making him hard again, and the new position had turned the strained penetration of his ass into a heavy fullness. No movement yet, but they'd soon be able to. Genma moved a thigh up higher and hooked Iruka's fingers under his knee.
The movement under his stomach caught Iruka's attention, and he grinned against Genma's mouth. "Feeling better now?" he mumbled, encouraging that response by kissing down Genma's chin until he reached the hollow of the throat, teasing the collar bones with his tongue. No teeth, he didn't want Genma to jerk, tongue would be enough. Licking circles, blowing lightly, he kept the weight on his arms and legs. He smiled when he caught sight of the darkening bruises on Genma's neck from earlier, then chuckled when he wondered if Genma would let them be or cover them up with some kind of makeup.
"Lot better... thanks for asking..." Genma murmured back, gasping at the light strokes of Iruka's tongue that brought every nerve ending from neck to groin back on line. He let his hands roam again, traveling the now-familiar territory of Iruka's back, fingering the twists and tracks of the scar. Genma tried a couple of times to interrupt Iruka's apparent mission to tongue-bathe his neck and shoulders, but Iruka was crafty and avoided his lips except for little nips here and there. And really, Genma liked it too much to want him to stop anyhow - in fact, he hoped Iruka would get back around to applying those sharp teeth again. Very effective, that.
Genma's fingers found their way down to cup Iruka's ass, and he drew lazy little fingertip circles before palming the firm, round muscle. Iruka seemed to be waiting, still, and that was fine, because it seemed the right time to put an end to that. "Move. A little," he whispered huskily into Iruka's hair, using his grip on Iruka's ass to gauge the pressure. Okay. That was good.
He wasn't going to insult Genma by asking 'Are you sure?' because... well, Genma should know. Reaching between them, Iruka collected as much of the lube on their stomachs as he could and recoated that part of the condom he could feel. He should have snagged a bottle of water or something, it was better for reactivation. "Okay, gonna move," he whispered, pulling out just a little, then pushing back in, at the same time biting down on Genma's pulse point so he wouldn't scream.
The push and pull of Iruka moving inside him made Genma feel a little dizzy, but the sharp teeth digging into his neck were the more painful of the two sensations. And that was more because he was pretty sure there was already a bruise there. Genma palmed Iruka's ass, using his grip on the flexing muscle to leverage himself into a position that allowed for maximum movement and at the same time would let him take a little bit more of Iruka's weight. Genma bore down slightly one one of Iruka's thrusts, and felt thick cock slide a little deeper inside before pistoning back. He skidded a hand up the knobs of Iruka's spine, slipping a bit in sweat that had sprung up again. "You can... nngh... put your back into it a little," he grunted, hoping Iruka didn't think he was kidding. "Please..." he added. Couldn't hurt to ask nicely.
Please. Iruka's eyes rolled back at that simple word. That, and the incredible tight feeling of Genma's body gripping him. Lapping at Genma's neck a little, Iruka nodded and leaned back a little, repositioning his hands under Genma's hips, spreading the longs legs a little wider with his forearms. Biting his lip, Iruka pulled out halfway, swallowing the gasp and thrusting back in faster, harder. He couldn't bite back the loud 'hah' at the impact, watching Genma through slitted eyes.
Oh, nothing like getting what you ask for, Genma’s brain supplied, hazily, amidst the sudden requirement for more oxygen. Each hard thrust Iruka made was shoving the air out of his lungs as fast as he could suck it back in, and it felt pretty much like he’d given up whatever shred of control he might had in the situation. Genma rolled his hips forward much as he could, pinned and getting fucked the way he was, seeking friction for his dick.
Not that this was really required, at this point. The pounding rhythm Iruka had worked up was slowly building a tight, hot tingle deep in his ass that made it hard to focus on anything else, except getting more, asking for, demanding more . “Fuck, ungh… harder, ‘Ruka... like that...”
Sitting all the way up, balanced somehow on his toes, Iruka pulled Genma's hips up higher, up off the bed now, using the strength in his legs to push in harder, pulling nearly all the way out and shoving back in. His stomach muscles were quivering, but he ignored them, panting open-mouthed, tasting salty sweat as it dripped down his face. Speeding up the thrusts so that his body couldn't tell one from the other. He couldn't stop now, wouldn't dream of stopping. The bed was shaking Genma's body in all directions, and he was so hot, so tense, so almost there, he wouldn't look away for a second.
Genma slammed one arm down onto the bed, reaching for something, anything to hang on to, just for the sake of hanging on, because Iruka had him bent in a way that didn’t allow him to do much other than just take his cock. Which was so good, because all he wanted right now was just to take it, and the hard, fast thrusts that made hot sparks jangle up his thighs with each one.
His hands scrabbled against Iruka’s skin… nothing he could touch gave him enough to hold onto as he felt the heat and tension pooling in his belly, in his balls. Then Genma’s searching fingers found sweaty strands of Iruka’s hair yet again. He tangled mindlessly in it and pulled.
The sudden tearing of his hair was the bolt of lightning that broke Iruka's control. "Nnggh! Shit! Sorry!" he managed before his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched hard, the muscles of his body tensing in one long tight line as he snapped his hips a few more times. He was already coming, coming hard, so hard it hurt. It wasn't possible for his balls to turn inside out, not really, but it felt that way, sounded that way even though he hoped the near-scream he heard was not his alone. He tried to tear his eyes back open, even with the tears spilling out the sides, even with his head twisted at some impossibly awkward angle. "Sorry," he gasped again, shuddering down to his toes.
It was the shuddering that did it, or maybe a combination of that and the contained surge inside him, that pushed Genma over the edge right behind Iruka, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt it start, felt everything start to spasm and jerk.
Hips hoisted in the air the way they were, the last several stabbing thrusts of Iruka’s cock, deep and hard into his ass made Genma come in hard spurts across his own twitching stomach. He was still shaking with the aftershocks when he let go his grip on Iruka’s hair.
So it really was possible to go blind for a few seconds after orgasm. Iruka blinked twice and shook his head, slowly leaning forward to put Genma back on the bed. Each time he shuddered, Genma twitched. Each twitch caused another shudder. His arms were shaking from the exertion, and he had probably left bruises because it felt like his fingers were melded to bone instead of skin and muscle. "I should..." he gasped around the frantic breaths he was still trying to suck in. "I should... pull out..."
“Right.” Genma answered before he had any idea what he was agreeing to. Iruka could have just said ‘I should bite off your ear’ and he’d have said exactly the same thing. Then Iruka’s movement suggested what was actually going to happen and he reached down clumsily. “Make sure it… fuck.” Iruka’s cock slid out, leaving him feeling cored and empty.
Post-coital conversation had never been one of Genma’s strengths, but right now he really had no clue what to say. At the moment, ‘Hell of a reunion,’ was running neck and neck with…
“Shit.” He picked up Paul’s iPod, which had been under his elbow and was cracked right across the screen. “You’re one destructive fuck, you know that?” he said, and then fell into helpless gasps of laughter.
"Sorry?" Iruka offered, busy trying to pull the condom off, tie it up and dispose of it without actually moving. That neat trick managed, he shifted his weight, rolling the hyena formerly known as Genma onto his side and laying next to him, hand on Genma's throat, stroking his cheek. "This is going to sound stupid, and if you laugh, I'm going to punch you, so just shut up and listen." Iruka shut his eyes, knowing he had to say this now. He had to. "That may have been the most amazing thing I've ever experienced, and I don't even know if it's because I've never done it before, or because it was you. Personally, I don't care." Iruka dropped his voice, almost whispering. "Either way, I'm glad it was you."
Genma didn't have to force himself to stop laughing for Iruka's sake; the serious, earnest words quieted him. He took a deep breath. "Y'know, coming from anybody else, I'd think that was a load. But... you really mean it, don't you?" He didn't really need the answer to the question, it was obvious. He turned his head slightly into Iruka's hand and grabbed his thumb, giving it a little squeeze.. "Really didn't think something like this would happen, tonight, you know?" He murmured into Iruka's palm. "But... I'm glad it did. It was really good." He turned again to look straight into Iruka's eyes as he said it... he wanted the other man to understand he wasn't joking.
Then his usual shitty sense of humor surfaced again and he couldn't stop himself. "And, just so you know, it was because of me. You wouldn't have liked it at all with someone else," he grinned, and bit the pad of Iruka's thumb.
"Bastard," Iruka whispered, smiling himself, his eyes still closed. He expected nothing less, even if he was blushing a little from the unexpected sentiment. "Guess I'll get to find that out pretty soon, huh? Not likely I'll get to choose my, um, co-stars, I guess. At Nixcore." He pulled his hand away, then not-so-lightly smacked Genma's cheek. "Oi, I have about fifteen minutes before I'm comatose. What do you need besides a wet rag and a bottle of water?"
Iruka placed the iPod on the nightstand. That was replaced easily enough. He had two. It was amazing the kind of shit he ended up with working at the high school - bribes from parents, things confiscated and never picked up, 'gifts' from students. He reported everything, returned what he could, but as long as he didn't actually change a grade without evidence of improvement or extra work, he was in the clear. Standing up with only a hint of a groan, he grinned down at Genma. "Or did you want me to run you a bath, princess?"
Hmm, hot water sounded really good. But, that would require movement, and Genma wasn't sure he was quite ready to be walking around yet, judging from the dull ache starting up in his lower back. "I want a butler who'll keep his snotty comments to himself, that's what I want," he complained, stretching a little. Wouldn't hurt to lay here for a few more minutes.
"Water's in the fridge," he pointed across the room to the mini bar. "Towels and crap like that in the bathroom, but you already knew that." He considered Iruka's earlier comment about potential co-stars. "And yeah, they'll give you scenes with whoever." He started to roll over onto his stomach and then remembered he was still a sloppy mess, so he continued regarding Iruka from an upside-down position. "Until you're famous. Then maybe they'll give you your pick. They prolly like to keep their stars happy."
Snorting, Iruka shook his head and headed off to the bathroom. "I'm hoping I won't be there long enough to get famous. Once the liens on the house are paid off, I'm done." If he lasted that long. But it beat working at the restaurant by a long shot.
Running the hot water in the sink, Iruka used a washrag to wipe himself down, then let a few more soak while he pissed the remaining liquid in his system away. Groaning at the disaster they'd left from their earlier shower, he decided to leave that revelation for the morning. With towels and hot rags in hand, and after snagging a few bottles from the mini-fridge, he successfully stomped on the urge to lob one at Genma's face. 'Think fast' wasn't going to work, and would most likely result in a bloody mess.
Instead, he dumped one of the bottles by Genma's hand, then ran chilled fingers down the underside of both thighs. "No sleep for the wicked."
"Ack, cut it out!" Genma realized he'd just squealed, and that he was probably going to hear about it. He grabbed one of the washrags and cleaned up before tossing it over his shoulder. What the hell, he'd worry about it later, along with the iPod, the comforter and whatever else was in less-than-pristine condition. "No sleep my ass. I'm a little hungry, but I can't move at the moment." He scooched up into a more comfortable position and then patted the pillow next to him, batting his eyelashes in a manner he figured would earn him another princess comment. "Look, I kept your side warm, sweetheart."
Iruka scowled and considered applying the entire contents of Genma's water bottle to his head. "If you call me that again, I'm going to puke. In your mouth. So stop. Or I won't stumble into the kitchen and bring you food." His stomach chose that moment to grumble it's annoyance at it's empty state.
Genma rolled over onto his back again and rubbed his eyes, hard. Iruka's insults reminded him of high school again, and that, combined with the fact that he was really unused to people being this nice, was threatening to make him say something sentimental and stupid and regrettable. "Well, don't sprain anything. Gimme a minute, I'll come with you, we'll grab whatever we can find and bring it back in here. It's not like we can salvage the comforter at this point anyhow...a few crumbs aren't gonna hurt anything." He jabbed Iruka in the side with a finger, unable to just let it go. "How about... pookie? Is that better?"
"Pookie? Do I look like a fucking pookie to you?" Iruka held another water bottle just above the juncture of Genma's thighs, close enough to the man could feel the cold air. "How about lay there and shut up? I'll bring you food. But you need to eat the sausage rolls first." He shook the bottle, watching the drops of water bead and fall onto Genma's skin. "You'll get sick if you just eat kremsnite."
Genma gasped and swore as condensation rolled down his thigh. He grabbed for the bottle, but he was already laughing and knew he'd lost this round. Food, in bed, from Iruka-who-didn't-look-like-a-fucking-pookie? He could shut up for that.
Yes, sir, he mouthed silently, with a little two-fingered salute.