FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch3 Pt1 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch3 Pt1
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenRai + Iruka
Genre: From Crack is born Romance, Angst and some other stuff
Rating: Mostly R veering into NC17 on occasion
Warnings: Language, innuendo, some sex - okay, pt1 is pretty much all sex, pt2 is some angst and fluffiness, and a little more sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
A/N: Never realized how easy it is to write this stuff in my head, and how HARD it is to get it down on paper. Truly - 4 hours for maybe 3 paragraphs? Oh, and check out the new paragraphing. Makes it longer (hence the split) but hopefully easier to read.
Also, no beta, because I am an Easy Rider and I live my life on the Edge (of sanity).
Summary: Our boys make it home from the night of doom. Time for whoopie. Watch Genma's head whip around - it's funny.
Stumbling into the house, Raido wanted to collapse on the floor where he stood. He was tired, he was sticky and his clothes reeked. Iruka was rubbing his eyes, leaning against the doorway. “Sleepy?” Genma asked, but Iruka shook his head.
“Not really. Too much smoke. My eyes itch."
Genma pushed his own shirt to his nose and gagged. “Gack, what was in that bar tonight?
Raido shrugged, pulling his shirt off. “Showers for everybody first. I don’t want the bed smelling like this forever. Me first!” Before anyone could protest, Raido walked into the bathroom, tossing his clothes into a laundry hamper.
Iruka went into the kitchen to make tea. Genma followed, putting his arms around Iruka’s waist. “Caffeine will keep you awake,” he whispered into Iruka’s ear.
"It’s okay, I’m kind of wired anyway,” Iruka whispered back.
"Not going to change your mind?” Genma asked, lips following the curve of Iruka’s neck.
Iruka shivered but didn’t push away. “No, not unless you do.”
Genma pulled Iruka away from the stove and kissed him, slow and deep. “Not a chance,” he promised with a groan when Iruka’s hands pushed under his shirt, stroking his sides.
His mind had been a whirl of plans but when Iruka pulled him closer, he decided to let the night unfold as it would. He didn’t know how long they stood there, lost in each other’s kiss. He knew he was enjoying every minute of it. He was surprised when Raido came around the corner and moved the whistling teakettle off of the stove, smirking.
"Iruka, go take your shower,” Raido said with a grin and Iruka kissed Genma again, lightly, before shuffling off to the bathroom.
"Finish making the tea,” Raido told Genma, still smirking.
“What’s with that look?”
Raido laughed and shrugged. “You seem to have a hard time keeping your mouth off of him, that’s all.”
Genma nudged Raido with his shoulder and leered back. “I seem to remember a certain alley…Oh wait, that wasn’t even a hour ago.”
Raido laughed again, shaking his head. “I have no knowledge of this event. Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?”
Genma sniggered, swatting at Raido as he jumped away. “One day I’ll get the whole truth out of you.”
"Just the make tea, okay? I’ll get stuff ready in the bedroom.”
"Pillows and lube. What else do we need?”
"Towels? Unless you’re changing the sheets afterwards.”
"Uh, no. I doubt I’ll have the energy,” Genma answered with a grin.
“That I believe,” Raido grinned back. “Hey, put the laundry basket outside when you’re done, okay? I don’t want that stink in the house all night. I mean, you have to do the laundry tomorrow anyway, right?” He ducked inside the bedroom and shut the door as Genma glowered back.
"That wasn’t a fair bet!” he yelled from the kitchen. Pouring the water over the tea, he smiled gently. “Two names in under five minutes. Gotta be some kind of record."
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Iruka stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly.
"Leave me any hot water?” Genma asked from the doorway, heated gaze running up and down Iruka’s body.
Tucking a towel around his waist, Iruka tried to push past Genma. “I think maybe a cold shower would be better. You don’t want to get overheated.”
Genma’s eyes widened in appreciation at the joke and he stepped aside. “Well-said, Iruka,” he chuckled as he pulled his shirt off. “I’ll get you plenty hot later.”
Iruka rolled his eyes and turned to leave the bathroom. “Now you’re just being corny. That didn’t even make sense.”
"Hey, Raido wanted some clean towels in the bedroom,” Genma called at the last minute. “Sorry, I was distracted,” he explained when Iruka turned back with a sour look.
“What else is new?” Iruka asked with a shrug.
"And don’t forget the tea!” Genma called again, ducking into the shower before Iruka could smack him with the edge of a damp towel.
Raido met him at the bedroom door. “Tea’s in the bedroom. You got the towels?” Iruka nodded, holding them out. “Okay, quick. We don’t have much time.” It killed Raido every time he thought of what they were planning, but he pushed it aside. Talk now, and soon enough they would actually be doing it and that would be so, SO much better than talking. He put a few towels on one side of the bed and lay down, a towel-covered pillow under his hips. Iruka opened a bottle of massage oil and rubbed his hands together warming them before rubbing the oil over Raido’s body. They spoke quickly, in whispers as Iruka worked, the tea forgotten. It was nearly dawn, but neither man felt tired. Iruka was using fast strokes, an energizing instead of a relaxing massage, and Raido appreciated the effect.
Genma stuck his head in the door and stopped. “Um, Raido, it’s not I don’t enjoy the view and all, but I think you’re in Iruka’s spot.”
Raido pushed up and moved to the side of the bed, patting the towel underneath. “Iruka was just giving me a pick-me-up massage. You should try it; it’s very invigorating. I don’t feel tired at all now.”
“Come on Genma, it doesn’t take long,” Iruka offered, pouring more oil on his hands.
Genma smiled and dropped onto the bed. “Go ahead, spoil me. I can handle it.”
Raido stood up and walked to the door. “And I’ll handle putting the laundry basket outside,” he complained.
"Oops! Sorry, Rai, I forgot!”
"Yeah, yeah,” Raido answered, waving his hand as he left the room.
When he had finished collecting all the clothes and dropping the basket by the front door, Raido returned to the bedroom. Genma seemed to have dissolved into a puddle of goo under Iruka’s slow and soothing hands.
“How are you feeling?” Raido asked, kneeling next to Genma on the bed.
"I don’t think this massage is working. I’m feeling kind of floaty.”
Raido nodded to Iruka and sat back. Iruka changed the tempo a bit, moving the massage from relaxing to a more sensual and stimulating version. He bent low over Genma’s back, allowing his hair to drag up and down bare skin.
"Ah, Iruka, I see what your game is,” Genma gasped.
"Do you? Are you sure?” Iruka asked softly, hiding a smile.
Raido bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud.
"You’re trying to relax me so I’ll last longer. Greedy thing.”
Iruka laughed, his breath warm against Genma’s back. He ran his hands down Genma’s body again, kneading hips and thighs, scratching blunt fingernails along sensitive skin.
Genma jumped and squirmed, his toes curling when he felt Iruka’s lips against his back. “But I’m…for you…feel good…first time.” Genma’s words were disjointed and both Raido and Iruka shrugged, unable to make any sense of it.
Iruka kept moving his hands, adding teeth and tongue until Genma was gasping, hips thrusting slightly against the pillow underneath him.
"Iruka,” Genma begged, trying to turn over so he could pull Iruka down and make Iruka squirm. Raido nodded at Iruka again, staring at Genma intently. Iruka pulled back, his hands still on Genma, but his face was unsure.
"Tell him.”
Iruka nodded and bent over Genma, pushing his hair aside to murmur in his ear. “Genma, I…” He ran his lips over Genma’s ear trying to gather his courage. “I want you, Genma. I want you to be the first.”
Genma chuckled, turning his head. “I’ve been waiting all night for you to ask. Now just let me up and I’ll do it.”
Raido quirked his mouth and laughed out loud. “Iruka, I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little blunt with him. He’s not the brightest star in the sky sometimes.”
Iruka let out a shuddering breath. How would Genma say this, he thought. He blushed scarlet and tried again, closing his eyes. “Genma, I want you to be my first. I want…I want to fuck you.” His fingers brushed up Genma’s inner thigh gently as he spoke, along the back of his testicles and higher.
Raido saw Genma’s eyes shoot open and his mouth drop in shock as he stared at Raido. He struggled up onto his forearms, shaking his head. “Are you fucking kidding me? You! Did you put him up to this?”
Raido held up his hand and shook his head. “Don’t look at me.”
"It was my idea, Genma. I asked Raido and he said I should tell you what I wanted. So I’m telling you."
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“Do you have any idea what you’re asking?” Genma gasped, dropping back down against the bed.
“No.”
“Any clue what you’re doing?”
Iruka giggled, brushing his hair against Genma’s back. “Not even a piece of one,” he admitted unevenly, his voice wavering.
“Why me? Why not Raido?” Genma shot a look at Raido, half-embarrassed he had even asked.
“Because you wanted me first,” Iruka whispered against Genma’s shoulder.
Genma knew he was missing something because Iruka’s answer didn’t make sense at all. But Raido was still staring at him, his eyes hooded, and Iruka was still moving over him with soft touches and kisses. Genma gasped as Iruka’s fingers scraped against his spine and Genma was actually considering it because if Iruka’s fingers could do that, just imagine… He gasped again when he realized he’d already decided.
“Yes.”
So simple to say, it took almost no effort at all. So why did his voice shake? He heard Iruka’s breath catch, felt the man’s hands tremble just for a second, and then the delicious kisses on his back resumed, and the fingers continued to tease. What the hell was Genma thinking when he decided to let the evening unfold? Genma could hear Raido whispering, coaching Iruka on where to move, how to move. He nearly jumped when he felt the first finger, warm and slick, coaxing its way into him, but he relaxed and Iruka was oh so careful, stroking and prodding. Soon enough Genma was writhing because damn, Iruka’s fingers were gentle and strong and Raido knew him, knew Genma’s body, so of course Iruka had the best map ever.
“Iruka, please,” he gasped, desire gnawing at him, but Iruka wasn’t done with him, the fingers thrusting gently until Genma’s hips moved to meet them.
Iruka looked over at Raido and Raido nodded. Iruka bit his lip to keep his prayers inside - please don’t let me hurt him, please don’t let me come too soon, please. He touched himself, hands slick, and gasped. Raido chuckled and leaned over, pressing his hand against Iruka and Iruka felt some of the pressure ease. At least he could breathe again. Shifting, Iruka leaned forward and began to press against Genma, one hand hard against Genma’s back so he couldn’t jerk backwards. Slowly, slowly, he gritted his teeth and pushed and he could hear Genma’s breathing change. He almost stopped then, afraid, but Genma growled out “Don’t stop!” so he didn’t. The pressure was intense, hot, and Iruka had never felt anything like this. Not a hand or mouth in the world could come even compare. He felt skin touch his and he was in, completely inside Genma, and it was perfect and amazing and completely terrifying.
He stopped then, trying to control his breathing, to control his body, because if he moved too soon he would scream. Taking another deep breath, he began to move, slowly, gently, because it was only half-done, this thing he had asked for. He realized Genma was talking, asking him to move faster, and he laughed because it was so Genma to demand so much. He moved his hands to Genma’s waist and pushed in, then leaned over again. “Come up on your knees,” he whispered, his voice deep, and he felt Genma shudder. Raido leaned over to shut off the light; it was nearly dawn and there was enough light in the room now for Genma to see. Iruka kept his eyes closed. If he saw too much he would explode.
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Genma was getting impatient. Iruka was so careful of him, and he appreciated it, that Iruka was cautious and tentative and just so grateful, Genma could FEEL how grateful he was. But Genma needed more, more pressure, more movement and he was trying to be patient because if he forced it Iruka would crumble. Genma remembered his first time, how scared and turned-on he was, but he hadn’t cared so much, hadn’t cared if his partner was ready, hadn’t cared that he had finished almost as soon as he started, and she hadn’t cared either because it was just a thing, he meant nothing. But her offhand smirk when it was over, he could still see it, and in some small corner it still hurt. He couldn’t protect Iruka from everything, he didn’t want to. That feeling, however, of failure and primal inadequacy - he would do whatever he could to protect Iruka from that. So when Iruka leaned over to pull him up, Genma clamped down on his instinct to push back, instead gently and carefully moving up, clenching his jaw and hoping Iruka wouldn’t notice. Raido noticed, and smiled and nodded, eyes warm with appreciation and not just a small touch of lust, so Genma grinned back because Raido understood, and maybe one day Iruka would too.
Coming up on his knees, Genma stopped, but Iruka kept pulling and suddenly Genma felt himself lifted up, his legs pushed apart until they rested on Iruka’s thighs, Genma sitting at an angle in Iruka’s lap. Iruka’s arms were wrapped tight around him, pinning his arms to his chest. Then Iruka began to move, slowly, still too slow, but deeper now, and Genma realized the oil on his back served a dual purpose. Iruka kept moving, adjusting the angle until he felt Genma tense and shudder. Genma could feel Iruka’s breath against his back, lips brushing against his shoulder blades. Another thrust, another shudder and this time Iruka groaned and choked out Genma’s name, his hold on Genma almost too tight.
“Too much, Genma,” he gasped. “Too much.” He sounded lost, his voice was thin and high and Genma decided that voice was even better than the one he’d heard earlier.
“Faster,” Genma gasped back, because he couldn’t move, but Iruka shook his head.
“Too soon. Too soon.”
Genma thought Iruka meant he wanted to drag it out as long as possible before he came, and Genma understood even though he thought it was a little selfish of Iruka. He felt the bed shift and opened his eyes just as Raido lay down on the spot Genma had vacated, pillow underneath him. Iruka released Genma’s arms and Raido laced his fingers with Genma’s, holding him upright. Iruka had one arm wrapped around Genma’s waist now, and Genma could move a little, so he did. Still too slow, but it was better. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on wringing as much sensation as he could from Iruka’s painfully slow and careful thrusts. He heard Raido’s breathing change, heard him gasp and moan slightly and he chuckled to himself. He wished there was a mirror so he could see what Raido could see, wished he could see Iruka’s face.
Suddenly Iruka stopped again and Genma didn’t hold back his complaints this time. “Don’t tease, Iruka!”
“Sorry, sorry, just hold on,” Iruka gasped against his back, his breathing ragged.
Genma could feel Iruka’s heart pounding and he felt for Iruka, he did, but his patience was worn and he couldn’t wait. “Move, Iruka. Touch me. Do something!” he raged, because with Raido holding his hands he couldn’t do it himself. Raido gasped again, and Genma’s eyes snapped open.
“It’s okay, Iruka,” Raido said. “Go ahead.”
Genma nearly shook his head because he must be having post-alcohol hallucinations. One brown arm was snaked under Raido, moving in a steady rhythm. Raido’s cock was hard and shiny with lube. Raido grinned at Genma’s look of shock and winked.
Iruka moved again, and Iruka’s hand was touching him, wet, long strokes in time with his thrusts. Genma felt his toes curl when the angle changed and he clamped his mouth down to hold in what felt like a squeak, he eyes screwed shut.
He heard Iruka chuckle against his back, felt his voice rumble, “I think I’m dreaming again. Did Genma just squeak?”
Raido laughed, agreeing that yes, that was indeed a squeak.
“Fuck you!” Genma growled back.
“Already there,” Iruka gasped. “An’ is fucking amazing.”
Iruka stopped again and suddenly Genma felt himself falling forward, his hands still trapped in Raido’s. His eyes flew open and he saw Raido’s legs moving up, against his shoulders. Iruka leaned and pushed forward and Iruka’s hand stopped stroking, instead guiding him up against Raido.
“What?” Genma asked stupidly, his eyes vacant. And then Iruka pushed again, and Raido was pushing back, and Genma felt himself caught in the middle. He groaned when his body reacted to the sudden pressure, familiar and welcoming, and then he was inside Raido, inside the body he knew better than his own. He looked down at Raido and shook his head. “You.”
Raido arched, adjusting his hips again, and shook his head. “Uh-uh. Iruka,” he gasped.
It took a while to work out the rhythm, to figure out where Raido’s legs should go, and Genma could have laughed if he could only find the breath for it. Iruka was still slow, and Raido couldn’t quite get the leverage Genma wanted, but between them it was enough. Better than enough. Finally, it clicked, and Iruka started to move in earnest, faster, holding Genma tightly, pushing him into Raido’s body and Raido meeting him, pushing him back against Iruka. “Amazing,” Iruka breathed against Genma’s back again, and Genma had to agree. He could feel Iruka’s arms and legs shaking from the strain of holding him aloft, guiding him and it was amazing.
“Harder,” he gasped, trying to forestall Iruka’s natural instinct to slow down and Iruka pushed harder, faster, his breath erratic. His whole body was shaking now, his jaw trembling against Genma as wild noises poured from somewhere deep inside his chest.
“Genma! Too much! Genma!”
Sometime later Genma would pat himself on the back for his role in Iruka’s loss of control. He would remember the sound of Iruka’s voice at that moment for the rest of his life. Iruka dropped the rhythm, his body seizing up as he gave a few more thrusts and broke. Raido grunted in surprise, pushing up against Genma and holding him in place so they could both feel the tremors. Iruka rocked forward again, rubbing his face against Genma’s shoulder blades, his hair sending prickles down Genma’s spine. With another deep breath, he pulled out of Genma gently and allowed Genma to slip off of his thighs.
On relatively solid ground once again, Genma pulled his hands free of Raido’s to pull Iruka from behind him, kissing him deeply even as Iruka gasped for air. Raido held out his arm, motioning Iruka over for his own kiss. Genma shifted again, pulling Raido closer, reminding everyone that they weren’t quite done yet, and Iruka sat back with a small smile. Genma leaned forward, hands on Raido’s hips and started to move again. He wasn’t gentle or slow. This was Raido now, just Raido, and he knew what Raido wanted, what he could handle, and Genma reveled in every gasp, grunt and moan he could wring from his lover. He could see Raido stroking himself and he didn’t care, couldn’t care because his hands were welded to Raido now as he bent closer, flesh slapping flesh loudly. He felt himself tense up, saw the tell-tale sparks of white behind his eyes, and growled a warning to Raido, but it didn’t matter, Raido was already arching and shuddering, teeth bared in a grimace. Genma collapsed on top of his friend, breathing hard against his neck. Raido glanced over at Iruka, still sitting on the other side of the bed, then nudged Genma.
Genma looked up, dazed, and followed Raido’s gaze to Iruka. “Iruka, what’s wrong?”
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Iruka couldn’t believe it had worked, mostly. And it was over. He had tried, damn he had tried, but in the end it was too much, too much sensation to handle all at once. Genma hadn’t seemed to mind, but both he and Raido had other things on their mind at that moment, and Iruka knew he was just a quickly retreating blip on the radar. Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching, Iruka tried to imagine facing Genma without Raido as backup and he nearly curled up in a fetal ball of fear. Instead, he sat on his knees, his eyes wide, with a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t make a sound. Genma was slamming himself into Raido, and Iruka couldn’t believe Raido wasn’t complaining, or screaming, or something in retaliation. If anything, Raido was slamming back into Genma in the same way, snarling and grunting at each other like wild badgers that just might break into a fight because that’s what badgers did. If this was sex, real sex, Iruka wasn’t ready, doubted he would ever be ready for this. It was hot, it was raw, and it was about as far from what he knew of Genma and Raido in the bedroom he was beginning to think they HAD been keeping things from him deliberately and it wasn’t just Iruka being silly or hysterical.
And then it was over and the two men looked at each other just before Genma collapsed and Iruka thought the entire village could explode and they wouldn’t even notice because there was only Genma and Raido and this thing they had between them. Iruka wanted to close his eyes then, to look away, because he wasn’t a part of this even if he was there. He had been silly to worry he would come between them and in a way it hurt because he was starting to realize he would always be the outsider, and he wanted more. Maybe not right now, and maybe not from them, but he wanted it, he wanted what they had with each other. He had known it wasn’t meant to be permanent, he KNEW it, but he had still wanted, had still hoped, and he was such a child to allow himself to even think it. He blinked hard, keeping the tears in his eyes at bay, because if they knew what he was thinking at this moment he might not be able to face them again. He realized they were both looking at him, and Genma asked, “Iruka, what’s wrong?”
It took a while for Iruka to respond. He dropped the hand from his mouth and shook his head, a slight blush staining his face. “Nothing. I’ve just never…” He stopped and bit his lip, then shook his head again and smiled. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Before they could question him further, Iruka pushed off the bed and left the room. “I’ll get you some water,” he said softly.
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Read on to Chapter3 Pt2
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