FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch3 Pt2 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch3 Pt2
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 - pt2 has just a little
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
A/N: Still no beta. I'm tormenting myself enough as it is.
Summary: Continuation of Pt1. There is angst and mush and a funny story about what happened when Genma did not fall out of a tree.
“Is there something happening here and I’m just too tired to see it?” Genma asked, rolling off with a groan onto the bed next to Raido. They could hear Iruka in the kitchen opening cabinets.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Raido answered carefully. “Genma, I think he’s right.”
“’Bout what?”
“Iruka’s never seen us together before. Without him involved, I mean.”
Genma chewed his lip, thinking. “You sure?”
Raido nodded, “Yeah.”
They were whispering, the way they did when Iruka was around.
“Fuck.”
Raido nodded again, face grim. “And of course, you had to be your typical overachieving self,” he added.
Genma sat up suddenly, hissing, “I didn’t see you complaining!”
Raido put a hand on Genma’s arm, tugging gently. “Later. We can fight later. For now…”
“We’ve got to deal with Iruka,” Genma finished, pillowing his head on Raido’s shoulder. “It was pretty fucking incredible, though, wasn’t it?” he murmured, nudging Raido’s jaw with his nose.
Raido ruffled Genma’s hair. “Sure was,” he agreed.
“What are you two whispering about now?” Iruka asked, balancing a tray on top of a large bowl of water.
“What’s all that stuff?” Genma asked, curious.
“I wasn’t sure what the etiquette for this was, but I’m pretty sure cleanup is part of it,” Iruka replied with a shy smile. He handed Raido a large glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. “I think you’re going to need these.” Raido sat up slightly and accepted the water with a smile. “Lie down, Genma, and I’ll wash you off,” Iruka continued, wringing out a clean washcloth. Genma opened his mouth, then shut it. Iruka climbed onto the edge of the bed and began running the damp cloth over Genma’s body, gently wiping off the sweat and oil and semen. Genma had tensed up a bit, expecting cold water, but sighed as the warm washcloth brushed over his skin. Iruka worked quickly, and Genma found himself thoroughly wiped down from head to toe. Iruka folded over one of the towels on the bed and rubbed Genma dry, then handed him another glass of water and more aspirin.
“I don’t need these,” Genma protested, squirming a little.
“Humor me,” Iruka answered, kissing his cheek before turning and repeating the entire sequence on Raido.
Stepping over to the window, Iruka cracked open the window and shut the blinds. “What are you doing now?” Raido asked, touched by Iruka’s consideration.
“The sun’s already up. It’ll get warm in here soon, and I think we’ll sleep better if it’s dark.” He gathered up the towels and hung them over a chair, but left the rest of the stuff on the dresser. “Is it okay if I clean it up later? I’m sleepy.”
Genma snorted, snagging Iruka’s hand and tugging him onto the bed. “If you were a nurse,” he growled happily, pulling Iruka down onto the bed, “I might not mind the hospital so much.”
Raido snickered, rolling over and folding his arms around Iruka. “If Iruka were a nurse, you would FIND reasons to stay in the hospital.” Kissing the back of Iruka’s neck, Raido continued. “You didn’t have to do all this,” he whispered.
“Sure I did. You guys have been great, and…” Iruka squirmed self-consciously.
Genma pulled them both closer, pushing his forehead against Iruka’s. “YOU were great,” he said heatedly, pushing his fingers against Iruka’s mouth, preventing another self-effacing outburst. “You were. You thought about what you wanted, and it blew us both away.” He pushed Iruka’s head against his chest, brushing his cheek against the top of Iruka’s head.
“I finished too fast,” Iruka complained, his voice muffled.
“Is THAT what you’re worried about?” Genma laughed and heard Raido’s low chuckle.
“It could have been better if I had just let you…”
“Maybe. I doubt it, because honestly, I wasn’t thinking along the same lines.” He stroked his hand along Iruka’s arm, trying to make Iruka understand. “I know you had some idea it was going to be perfect, but it never is. Never. With experience, your technique will get better, your stamina will get better, but it will never be perfect.”
Raido nodded against Iruka’s neck, still sliding his lips along the taut skin, grinning when Iruka squirmed against him. “Ask Genma about his first time,” he said with another low chuckle, biting gently on Iruka’s earlobe.
“Raido, man, that’s embarrassing,” Genma complained, but grinned when he heard a weak giggle against his chest. “What about yours, Raido?”
“Mission,” Raido replied hazily, releasing his hold on Iruka so he could drag his fingers down Iruka’s spine.
“That doesn’t count,” Genma grumbled.
“Fine.” Genma shifted, twining his legs with Iruka’s. “I was 16. I had already had MISSION sex,” he said snidely, directing the comment to Raido. “I had just gotten out of the hospital…”
“Why were you in the hospital?” Iruka asked.
“Shh. No interruptions.”
“He fell out of a tree,” Raido replied. “And broke his arm.”
“I did not FALL out of a tree,” Genma huffed.
“Oh, that’s right, the tree came to life and pushed you out. I forgot.”
Iruka giggled again, then gasped. “Raido…”
“Shhh. Genma’s talking,” Raido whispered, his hand stroking over the curve of Iruka’s hipbone.
“Whatever. I did not fall. I DID break my arm. It wasn’t serious, so it was mostly healed by then. I met this woman at a café and she bought me lunch.”
“Was she pretty?” Iruka asked, his hand tightening around Genma’s arm in response to whatever Raido was doing.
“Pretty enough. And older than me, so I was feeling pretty cocky when she invited me home.” He pulled back from Iruka a bit to give Raido more room to work. “Of course, once we got there, she had me on the couch in like two minutes.”
Iruka arched and gasped out, “Go on.”
“We made out for a while and then she got up and pulled me into the bedroom.” Genma stopped and quirked his mouth. “This is really embarrassing. I’ve never told this story sober before.”
“Pretend you’re drunk,” Iruka suggested raggedly.
“She took her clothes off, and then mine. Pulled me to the bed and said ‘Let’s see if you fuck better than you kiss’. So we had sex.”
“And?” Iruka asked, squeaking slightly when Raido’s nail scraped against his nipple, teasing.
Genma licked his lips and pulled back again, slithering down the sheet to watch Iruka’s face. “After about five minutes of groping, I figured that was enough foreplay, so I wrestled on a condom and dove in. I came in three minutes and collapsed on top of her.” He flushed with the memory, but continued the story. “She rolled me off of her and looked down at me with this smirk. And I was all ‘wow, that was great’ because for me, it was incredible.”
“But?”
“But nothing. She just smirked, then got up and told me she was going to take a shower and I could let myself out.”
Iruka looked up at him now, his face flushed but his eyes were sad. “Genma, that’s awful.”
Genma rubbed his fingers against Iruka’s jaw gently and shook his head. “I was terrible. I didn’t give a damn about her. She didn’t give a damn about me. She could have been really ugly about it.”
“But you were so young! Didn’t she know?”
Genma shook his head. “I doubt it. But that’s not the point. The point was it was terrible.” He kissed Iruka gently, teeth pulling Iruka’s lip. “And you weren’t terrible. Not at all. Just hearing you saying my name like that.” Genma kissed him again, harder this time. “I almost came just from that.”
“Liar,” Iruka gasped out, and Genma could see the blush on his face. The sun was up; it was truly morning now. He could see Raido’s hand moving over Iruka’s body, his mouth back on Iruka’s neck.
“There is a positive side to being young I see” Genma said, leering as he let his hand drop, seemingly on accident, between Iruka’s legs.
“Guys, I’m tired.”
Genma held out his hand to Raido. Raido leaned around and grabbed the massage oil from the table and poured some in Genma’s hand.
“Funny. You don’t feel tired,” Raido said, returning the bottle to the table and pushing Iruka onto his back.
“It’ll make a mess.”
Genma grinned and turned his hand over, allowing the oil to drip onto Iruka, watching the man jump at each drop.
“Sex is messy, Iruka. Besides, there’s nothing like waking up stuck to the sheets to make you appreciate what happened before you went to sleep,” Raido whispered, coming up on one elbow and dragging his tongue down Iruka’s chest.
Genma began to move his hand over Iruka now, watching Iruka’s face - flat on his back, his eyes closed, panting. Raido grinned at him from across Iruka and they both leaned down, nudging Iruka’s jaw up so two sets of lips and teeth could reach his sensitive neck.
Between his fatigue and the double stimulation on his neck, Iruka came quickly but quietly, his eyes rolling back into his head and his hands clutching the sheet underneath him. Raido fished a cloth from under the bed and cleaned Iruka off quickly.
Iruka’s eyelids fluttered as he looked up at the two men leaning over him, then smiled. “Best friends ever,” he whispered before his eyes closed.
“Roll over and go to sleep,” Raido whispered and Iruka nodded before flipping onto his stomach in a sprawl.
“At last,” Genma groaned, standing up and stretching. Raido did the same, but with a slight wince. “You sore?”
Raido nodded, rubbing his lower back. “Yeah, a little. You were kind of rough.”
Genma flipped open the blinds a bit, then walked over and pulled Raido into a hug. “Is that a complaint?”
“No, just an answer.”
Genma opened the bedroom door and paused in the doorway. “You hungry?”
Raido shook his head. “Naw, just need to pee. I’m beat.”
Genma walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the icebox before coming back to the bedroom.
He leaned against the doorframe, eating and watching Iruka sleep. Muted sunlight filled the room, highlighting Iruka’s body in the middle of the bed.
Raido came up behind him and nudged him. “What’re you looking at?”
“That,” Genma said, his voice soft.
Raido wrapped his arm around Genma’s waist and leaned against him, taking a bite from Genma’s apple. “Wow. It’s looks like a painting.”
Genma nodded, “Yeah, makes me wish we had a camera.”
Raido chuckled and nudged Genma again. “You did good, doll. Proud of you.”
Genma dipped his head with a grin, trying to keep the blush off of his face. Raido didn’t often use that name for him.
Raido took another bite and handed the apple back. “You’re so sweet. Mushy suits you.”
Genma rolled his eyes and snorted. “Shut up, I’m not mushy.”
“Oh please, it sounded like some sappy romance movie.” Raido relented and touched Genma’s cheek in apology.
“Rai, whose idea was it to invite Iruka to join us?”
Raido crinkled his forehead and stared at Genma. “Duh, did you forget already? Yours.”
Genma grinned and winked. “Yes. Yes it was.” He wrapped both arms around Raido and kissed his ear. “I’m a fucking genius.”
Raido laughed and pulled away. “Sometimes, yeah, you are. Now finish your fruit, you fruit, and go pee. Otherwise you’ll be up in a couple of hours and grouchy as hell.”
Genma laughed because Raido said ‘pee’ like he was a toddler and left the room. By the time he got back, Raido was already asleep, blinds shut against the hot sun. Genma swallowed a few more aspirin and slid into his space in bed closest to the window, his palm stroking the sun-warmed skin on Iruka’s back. “Perfect,” he breathed just before he fell asleep.
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Read on to Chapter4 Pt1
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