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"Hey, gorilla! Make yourself useful and put sunscreen on my back."
Kojiro barely rolled the head in his direction, without deciding to leave the fresh water that reached his ankles.
Sitting elegantly on his lounger, Kaoru waved the bottle between his fingers, leaned his head to the side and smiled arrogant at him.
Kojiro snorted but went back to join him under the umbrella.
"As you command, Your Majesty!" he bowed with the hand over his heart.
"Don't be witty, Kojiro, you should learn to protect your skin too. Oh, sorry, I forgot, your little ladies prefer you toasted like a piglet on a spit..." Kaoru took off his dark glasses and slid the yukata* from his shoulders in a smooth motion.
"Why haven’t you programmed Carla to spread the oil, yet?"
Kaoru glanced lovingly at his AI board placed next to him, in the shade on a portable stool. It was connected to a small solar panel the size of a book, resting in full sun on the empty deckchair next to Kaoru's.
"Carla is in charge, and anyway her AI is used for much more important things. To spread solar oil you don't need intelligence, brute force is enough, and you seemed to me the most suitable candidate since you defect of the first and abound of the second."
Kaoru unceremoniously slipped the bottle into his hands and lay on the lounger on his stomach, bringing his long hair to the side of his face. His skin was white and creamy, and stood out on the dark mat like porcelain.
Kojiro sat on the edge and squeezed some oil on his hand; the scent of coconut invaded his nostrils as the cold crept through his fingers. He did not know that Kaoru kept it in the cooler bag, and the sensation snatched from him an evil smile. He had bitten his tongue not to respond to yet another provocation of the pink-haired dandy, but it was he himself who had served his revenge on a silver platter.
He sprayed an abundant jet directly on Kaoru’s back that winced upon contact with cold oil on his warm skin.
"Fuck!"
"Oh, sorry, maybe I should have warmed it up with my hands first..." he laughed.
"Idiot..." he replied between his teeth as he went back to lie down.
Kojiro put the bottle down and began to spread oil on Kaoru’s back with both hands.
Perhaps it was the very texture of the solar product, but his skin was so smooth and soft to touch that Kojiro was absolutely kidnapped for a long moment.
It was warm and silky, like a sheet of fresh dough just rolled out, and glided smoothly under his fingers. His eyes could not detach from the movement of his own hands, flowing first on the shoulder blades and then going down to pull the protection to the hips. And as he went down, Kojiro noticed that his hands could not go forward together without colliding, he had to lower them on the sides wrapping them to his body; his hands were too big, so large that he could almost surround Kaoru’s waist by touching his thumbs and pinkies. Or it was Kaoru’s waist that was so fucking slim!
Kaoru gasped and Kojiro came to his senses. Maybe he had squeezed too much, maybe he got carried away by the soft skin feeling under his fingers.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice broken and the need to take a long breath to clear his head.
"Mmmhhh..." he barely muttered "I must have stretched myself there somewhere in the last turn, yesterday."
"Here?" Kojiro pushed a little more with his thumbs, to look again for the point that made him jump. Because there was something incredibly exciting about that moan, and Kojiro needed to hear it again.
"Yes... right there..." Kojiro took a little more oil, this time warmed it with his fingers and then returned to massage the sore spot. It was right in the lower back, just above those two dimples that were coming out of the elastic of the swimsuit, and that seemed to catch his eye despite trying in every way to focus on the massage.
"I feel a tighter cord here." murmured, perhaps to break that silence that began to become awkward, despite the sound of the undertow a few meters from them and the cries of Reki and Langa who threw the ball without ever getting tired.
"Mmmhhh..." this time was not the pain that made him moan; the sound went straight in the middle of Kojiro’s stomach in a spasm, and then slowly and sneakily dripped further and further down, between his legs.
He suddenly broke away, as if he had burned himself, as if his fingers had been crossed by a million-watt electric shock, which had stopped his heart for a moment before returning to beat furiously against his rib cage.
"I’m going to take a bath." he only said before he got up.
Kaoru lifted his head and followed him with his gaze as he walked away, swift and supple in his shiny and darting muscles. Not even he knew why his heart was hammering in his ears, why he felt his face on fire, why his back was still warm and tingling from the rough touch of his fingertips, which he wished would have continued again and again.
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When he opened the door, Kaoru was wearing his bedroom yucata. The glasses on the tip of his nose and the book he was holding in his hands – the index finger stuck between the pages to keep the mark – indicated that he had interrupted him in a moment of relaxation. The room was in half-light, illuminated by the soft light of the lamp on the bedside table and the pink glow of Carla who, lying on the armchair, emitted chillhop music at low volume.
"What do you want, gorilla?"
Kojiro was not discouraged by this abrupt reception. It had taken him almost half an hour to gather the courage to knock on Kaoru's door and would not back down just now; he had even changed three times, going from his usual orange striped shirt, to yukata, opting in the end for a red shirt with tropical flowers over denim shorts.
"I was wondering if you need me to smear after-sun on your back..." he replied cheekily, showing off his best smile, arms folded and shoulder against the doorframe.
He didn't even know why he was there, he hadn't allowed his mind to make long-term plans beyond his entry into the room. He just knew that he needed to understand a little better what had happened that afternoon at the beach. And he could only do it that way.
"If you have nothing better to do..." here again, his sour and sharp tongue, while still stepping back to let him in.
Kojiro did not move from the door, assuming in an instant a light-hearted expression instead of the smile of a few moments before.
"Actually, the receptionist gave me her phone number this afternoon. Now that you mention it, I could really call her and save the night..."
He turned around, but Kaoru reached out to circle his wrist in a firm, secure grip.
"Come in." he murmured, his golden eyes crossed by a million thoughts, without anyone being able to make their way to his mouth.
Kojiro felt himself pulled into the room, the door closed behind him.
Kaoru put the book down and took a dark bottle from the dresser, then returned to Kojiro showing his back.
He loosened the obi* knot and slowly dropped the tissue from his forearms.
"Only on the shoulders, please." he muttered, his head turned to the side, as he handed him the bottle of almond oil. His profile stood out sharply against the light and did not let any emotion shine through.
Kojiro gathered the long hair between his fingers and his heart lost a beat. He would never admit but he had a thing for Kaoru's hair. That long and soft hair, of a candy pink so greedy, always attracted his hands calling soft caresses when Kaoru kept them loose on his shoulders. And when it was Joe watching that tail sway with speed, the need to hold and pull it to have Cherry at his mercy became almost painful.
But he had always relegated those fantasies to a corner of his mind. Why didn’t they seem so remote now?
He gently moved the hair around his neck and dripped a few drops of oil onto his fingers.
Kaoru’s shoulders were actually reddened, his delicate complexion suffered greatly from the sun’s rays despite the high protection and the umbrella he always moved with.
He slowly spread the oil, the slight hint of almond that mixed with the more decisive one of the sandalwood shower gel he had used just before. And then there was something else. A characteristic note that belonged to Kaoru, vaguely woody and with a metal tip, typical of the inks with which he worked.
Kojiro found himself inhaling deeply, his mouth dry and a slight tremor shaking his fingers.
He knew that man for over twenty years; could it be that all of a sudden touching him created so much disorder?
"How's your back? Does it still hurt?"
"A little..." Kaoru replied without turning.
"Do you want me to give you a massage?"
The proposal had come out of his mind, completely unplanned, but he held his breath expecting a refusal or yet another sharp response.
"Why not... thank you." Kaoru instead replied, swallowing yet another vitriolic sentence along with his pride and astonishing him first. He hadn't turned his face to Kojiro since he started smearing the oil, but his tension was more than visible in his stiff shoulder posture.
What Kojiro could not see, however, was the blush that had spread over his cheeks. Kojiro's delicate touch had generated the same heartbeat of that afternoon at the beach, a strange feeling of heat and nervousness that had little to do with the usual irritation that that gorilla always caused. Or maybe it had a lot to do with that. Kaoru didn't know, he couldn't explain, he felt really confused and it wasn't like him.
He had thought he could relax in his room with a good book and the music of Carla - who chose the playlists herself by recording the changes in Kaoru’s tone of voice and heartbeat - and calmly reflected on that strange upset. He had not foreseen that his friend would show up in his room, and with that proposal, then. Maybe he should have refused the massage.
"Will you lie down?"
Kaoru took off the sleeves of the yukata completely leaving the obi to hold it around his waist and lay down on the bed, the heart still beating furiously in his chest, but now unable to escape the need to feel again those strong and skillful fingers that flowed on his skin.
Kojiro was once again amazed at how tight his friend’s waist was. He glanced down his body as if he was seeing it for the very first time, getting lost in that cotton candy hair, tripping over those mighty but harmonious arms, lingering on the soft and smooth skin of that part of legs that came out of the yukata. Kaoru pulled his hair from one side, offering in return the seductive view of his athletic, dry back.
Kojiro swallowed and tried with all his strength to concentrate on the massage; in a short time he found the sore spot on the kidneys he had spotted on the beach and began to massage it in silence, the now palpable and evident embarrassment on the part of both.
Kaoru held his head tilted forward, his forehead against his overlapping hands, and occasionally took deep breaths.
"Hurts?" asked Kojiro to the umpteenth restrained moan.
"Yes." Kaoru replied bluntly without turning his head.
"Here?" asked again, pushing harder into the sore spot now reddened by rubbing. Maybe he had pushed too hard, because Kaoru jumped.
"Fuck!" he cursed, raising his head.
"I have to untie the knot..." Kojiro apologized.
"Yes, but take it easy!" came out more abruptly than he would have liked, but the tension of the fingers running down his back, the effort to restrain himself from moaning in that pain mixed with the typical pleasure of massage, were driving him out of his mind.
"Maybe you're getting old, if only one race is enough to reduce yourself like this." he teased to break the tension he perceived building up in the middle of his chest, and not only.
"Maybe you don’t know how to massage. I think you’re just making it worse with your gorilla paws!" answered instinctively, old habits hard to die.
"You know what? Do it yourself!" he took his hands off his body and dried the oil badly on his yukata.
"Maybe I still have time to call the receptionist and end the evening in a more pleasant way than with your ugly face in front!"
Kaoru sat down, turning outraged, his gaze on fire and his yucata curled up somehow on his hips.
"Sure, go to your little ladies! That’s all you can think about, you stupid ape. You’re just driven by your animal instincts!"
"Well, at least I have a real sex life! You can go on putting Carla back into vibrator mode! Have a good night!"
The hand left on its own, a slap in the face that would surely have burned if Kojiro hadn’t intercepted it in time. What burned, however, were his fingers around Kaoru’s wrist. And his eyes were also burning, honey bubbling under his long eyelashes, stuck in Kojiro’s fiery ones.
They stared for an endless moment, the infinite possibilities that overlapped each other in that moment suspended in time.
Then Kojiro pushed Kaoru onto the bed and overwhelmed him looking for his lips.
Kaoru widened his eyes, that kiss had hit him harder than if he had slapped him back.
His heart accelerated in an instant and then surrendered to those lips that devoured him, to the hands that clawed his wrists to prevent him from escaping that contact that had become inevitable.
"I felt a sudden change in your heartbeat, Master. Do you want me to change playlist?"
Carla's warm, slightly metallic voice crept into the noise that Kaoru heard in his ears, thanks to his fast heartbeat and wheezing.
They broke away, staring into their eyes for a long moment, the wonder and surprise that was still reflected in their faces.
"No, thanks Carla. You can go to stand-by." the voice shaking a little.
"Ok Master." Carla turned off, a tiny pink led pulsating slowly in the dim light.
Kojiro still stared at Kaoru, towering over him with his bulk, his lips ajar and trembling and his confused gaze restless in his eyes, on his face, on his lips.
"Kaoru, I..."
"Shut up and kiss me!" he pulled him by the shirt.
“As you command, Your Majesty!” he smiled as he slowly approached his face.
He rested his lips gently, now, almost reverently, fully aware of what he was doing unlike before where he had acted instinctively. And he wanted to enjoy every moment of that kiss he had secretly been waiting for most of his life.
Kojiro’s lips were soft and delicate, his tongue attentive and hesitant, and Kaoru was completely surprised by that approach. He slowly loosened his wrists which he still held on to the pillow, to cling to his back and pull it on him, the need to feel his reassuring weight above him.
He slid his hands over the soft fabric of his shirt, looking for the buttons to free him quickly and finally have access to those massive shoulders, that solid chest, that dark, warm skin.
Kojiro got rid of his shirt in an instant and then fumbled with his shorts as Kaoru knelt down on the bed and looked at him. For the first time he did not have to hide what he felt behind the usual sarcasm, and now he admired it with a light in his eyes that Kojiro had never seen, even in front of the works of Sensei Gyokuen Bonpō**.
Kojiro's body was wonderful, massive and exciting, of that wild but not crude beauty, in a mix that Kaoru had always found perfectly balanced, with his innate ability to take his breath away. And that tattoo, for which he had always mocked him, seemed to him a frieze to embellish the work of art that was his magnificent body, and he caught himself wanting to slide with the brush on the harmonious canvas of his skin. His own tongue was the only instrument he had at his disposal at that time, and he made good use of it by covering his watertight pectorals with saliva, then climbing up on his shoulder and tracing the outline of that tribal sun, in a silent and speechless homage to that perfection that he had always admired only from afar.
"Kaoru..." he murmured, shivering as he finally dived into his hair and went down with those soft strands to his waist. He crept his fingers to dissolve the already loose obi, thus revealing his supple body in all his glory.
"You’re beautiful." he whispered as he traced his jaw with the lips and then went down his neck, inebriating with his scent and the sweet taste of his skin.
He pushed him again, lying down, lifting a thigh to put his hand under the buttock and push himself on that beautiful body, in a mixture of frenzy and voracity that was inexorably supplanting the calm with which he had decided to savor it at the beginning. But he was too wonderful to take it easy, his skin was really smooth, and Kaoru’s hands ran greedily through his hair, making it impossible for him to keep control of his instincts.
He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of his shoulder, and Kaoru arched for pleasure, pushing his fingernails into his back and hips to seek an even more rude, brutal, savage touch.
He could feel Kojiro on his abdomen, hard and impatient; he lifted his thigh between his legs, tearing a groan and making his teeth sink even stronger.
"I want you, you ugly ape." he whispered in his ear, hips rotating to find relief in the friction between the basins.
"Always at your command." he replied before crouching between his long legs.
He gripped it, tearing out a murmur, which became a whimper when he surrounded with his lips. Kaoru still clung to his hair, the need for a foothold to not drown in that tide of emotions that slowly rose overwhelming him.
"Yes, so good..." the words that faded in a groan, while guiding his mouth in a slow and deep rhythm.
Kojiro stretched out a hand to recover the almond oil while still his mouth made him make inarticulate and vibrant sounds.
Kaoru’s eyes filled with tears when Kojiro entered with a finger, the desire to feel him inside that finally took shape and was realized in the movement of his hips to chase the double sensation so totalizing and intrusive that was giving him.
Kojiro pushed another finger inside of him, barely rotated his wrist and bent the phalanges. Kaoru’s eyes widened and arched at that pressure, groaning slowly, cheeks reddened and flooded with tears and hair swaying over his shoulders as he tried to increase contact. He still clung to his hair, pulling him up, looking for his lips, now, the overwhelming need to feel even his tongue inside himself.
"Fuck me. Now!" he whispered in his mouth after a voracious and messy kiss.
Kojiro would have liked to be blessed by those sounds forever, hear Kaoru's moans knowing that they were all for him. He would have looked at him lost in lust, drinking with his eyes his image broken by pleasure, his face reddened, his eyes burning, his mouth swollen.
But the need to obey him, to satisfy him, to fulfill his every desire was even stronger.
He went down to retrieve a condom from his shorts pocket and put it on quickly, then sprinkled it with almond oil.
Kaoru stared at him, hungry and impatient, and offered himself to be finally, completely his.
He entered slowly, giving the flesh time to adapt and the heart time to regularize the beat and not burst with emotion. Kaoru’s face was wonderful, his cheeks flushed and mouth ajar, his soft hair scattered on the pillow and the honey eyes that did not come off even for a second from his. He wanted to look at him and be watched, while Kojiro finally entered him.
"Kaoru. I love you. I always loved you." he whispered, lips on his skin and fingers in his hair. And then he started moving.
He did not believe it would be like that. Kaoru was passionate, embracing, generous. The coldness and haughtiness that he showed him every day had melted like frosting and flowed away revealing a warm and creamy heart of which Kojiro just wanted to gorge himself until he was sick. Kaoru sought his lips, yet, the need to feel within himself in every possible way, and did not spare groans and caresses, panting and long lascivious looks. It was wonderful to see him finally abandoned in pleasure, stripped of the usual mask and finally true and real, in his arms.
"I love you, Kojiro." he gasped as he desperately clung behind him. The thrusts became more disordered and pressing, the need to achieve liberation that guided the movements and his voice that repeated his name again and again.
"Harder!" he whispered, and Kojiro still picked up the pace, barely holding back but needing Kaoru to be the first.
"Yes! Yes…" he whimpered, an increasingly subtle moan coming out of his lips as he arched to the edge of flexibility, flying higher and higher, beyond the limit. He finally fell panting, clinging to his massive shoulders, his belly streaked with white and eyes flooded with tears. His face was brightened by a smile, the pink of his cheeks blending into his hair.
It was a devastating sight and Kojiro also reached his climax in a thrust, moaning his name loudly and then slumping over him.
He slid beside not to crush him and pulled to his side, hair tickling his neck and the hand resting on his chest to feel the beat of his heart slowly returning to normal.
He didn’t even realize he was doing it, Kojiro, when he found himself slowly stroking his hair all over his back.
"I love your hair." he whispered before landing a series of little kisses on.
Kaoru smiled, still sliding with his hand to follow the harmonious lines of his chest.
"I was thinking..." began "Carla in vibrator mode... That's a pretty good idea!"
A loud laugh shook Kojiro’s powerful chest, which after a moment dragged him over, so he could look him in the eyes.
They stared for a long moment, honey and chili, finally melted in a new but ancient flavor, which had its origins in their childhood, and its roots that reached the bottom of their hearts and souls.
"I hope you won’t need it from now on." he whispered before putting a kiss on the tip of his nose.
Kaoru smiled at him.
"I hope so too." he confirmed, before putting the lips back on his.
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* Yukata (浴 衣) is a traditional Japanese summer garment, usually cotton. Above it is used the obi, a special belt that is tied at the waist. (source Wikipedia)
** Gyokuen Bonpō (1348–1420) – great master calligrapher.
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