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Yoshiki grumbled to himself when he saw the familiar, creepy van, parked on the opposite side of the road from his school. The road was barely wide enough for two bikes; it was hard to believe a guy like Tanaka was easily driving around the village in that big of car…and knowing what was up with his eyesight, was it really safe?
"Is that guy here for you?" Asako stood close to Yoshiki and poked his shoulder when she noticed the blonde man hanging out of the window on the driver's side, waving in their direction. Yoshiki wasn't going home from school with 'Hikaru' today because he had somehow ended up sick with the flu, which he thought was impossible…and he knew Tanaka was curious about that; unable to resist getting involved.
"No." Yoshiki said plainly, unchaining his bike and flipping up the kickstand to walk it onto the road—
"Yo! Yoshiki!" There was no denying it now that this man was with him. No, not with him… not really.
He gripped the handlebars of his bike tightly and bit his lip, looking down through his unruly bangs. "Do you know him?" Asako asked again.
Yoshiki couldn't answer 'no' again, without completely alarming his friend, her thinking that he had a stalker or something, and he didn't want Asako involved any more than she was. "…he's picking me up." He mumbled.
Asako raised an eyebrow. "He's…picking you up?" she repeated. "How do you even know that guy? Yoshiki, he looks like a creep."
She wasn't wrong. He was thankful that Tanaka hadn't parked directly in front of his school at least.
"Yeah." Yoshiki sighed and turned his bike around to start heading over to the man's van. The guy was gonna follow him wherever he went anyway, might as well get a free ride. To convince Asako, he lied; he'd gotten good at it lately, too good. "He's my dad's friend. He's visiting so…" Yoshiki trailed off, and hoped Asako would give up.
Asako crossed her arms across her chest, "Call me, when you get home." Reasonable enough…to also lie about; he could just call from Hikaru's. Nodding at Asako, who still looked uneasy, he went to the back of the van to load his bike in, without greeting Tanaka. Yoshiki was still surprised that the guy didn't have any obvious serial killer stuff all over the back, instead the space was packed to the brim with random crap, from camping supplies to large bags of hamster feed. It was always an effort to shove his bike into the only space wide enough for it that he'd found the first time he'd gotten in Tanaka's car.
"Excuse me," Yoshiki spoke quietly when he opened the door. Looking to the back seats of the van, Tanaka's partner was safely secured in her carrier, belted in tightly, allowing for Yoshiki to have the rare chance to ride in the passenger's seat, usually occupied by the hamster.
"Did she ask you who I was?" The man adjusted the side mirror closest to him to view Asako more clearly, and Yoshiki could see her chatting with Yuuki in the glass from where he sat. Yuuki looked unconcerned as usual, but Asako's perceptive gaze turned back to the van. The boy quickly raised the window by cranking the handle underneath it.
Yoshiki leaned on the window next to him and felt a sense of peace…or whatever form of calm he could feel, sealed up in this van, away from prying eyes that knew nothing of what Yoshiki and his friend were going through. He didn't have to lie here, with him, and he adjusted himself in the ripped faux leather seat…until he felt a gentle touch under his chin, guiding him to look in Tanaka's direction, followed by the not-so-gentle press of his lips onto Yoshiki's.
"Mmph!" He let out a small noise while Tanaka kissed him more firmly, letting his eyes fall shut subconsciously. But Yoshiki's eyes flew open when he remembered where they were, and shoved Tanaka away. "We're still in front of the school." It wasn't as if Tanaka bothered keeping up appearances, considering he had been wearing that same shirt for maybe…3 days now. Yoshiki had to keep up appearances so that everyone normal in his life were separate and safe from the paranormal that he was constantly attracting, like moths to a flame.
"You didn't like it?" Tanaka frowned, like a pouting child and Yoshiki rolled his eyes.
He could taste the bitter flavor of the man's smoking habit in his mouth; familiar now. "…I didn't say that."
With a deep chuckle, Tanaka pulled onto the road in the direction of the Indo family home. By bike, stopping at one of the few convenience stores in the village for a break was necessary because of the distance. By car, the travel time was halved, but not so much as a passenger of Tanaka, who insisted on stopping there as often as Yoshiki did with Hikaru, for sweets and cigarettes. Returning to the car with a heavy plastic bag, Tanaka dropped it onto the boy's lap, ice cream bars, cigarette cartons, and a lighter spilling onto the floor of the van.
"What happened to the old one?" Yoshiki picked up the neon green, cheap looking lighter along with the ice cream bars and cigarettes to put them back into the bag.
Tanaka shrugged, when he casually said, "'Think I lost it in your room."
"Huh?!" Yoshiki's shock was followed by a frustrated groan, as he made a mental note to himself to search for the lighter before his mom came across it. With the amount of lies that he spouted to his family daily when they even spoke, the boy was hoping to avoid anymore…like admitting to smoking to cover up what was going on between him and an older man.
Yoshiki was silent and Tanaka hummed along to his radio, seemingly keeping the music and himself at a normal volume to not disturb the boy beside him. Yoshiki closed his eyes, relaxing, even with the feeling of the van jostling with each bump in the road it passed over, and he relaxed even more when he felt the touch of a warm hand on the top of his head. Opening his eyes slowly, he realized Tanaka had slowed his van enough on the tight road towards the Indo's to run his fingers through Yoshiki's hair.
The soft affection caused a blush to appear on Yoshiki's face, and he wondered if Tanaka could feel the heat through the top of his head. "Yoshiki~" The man hummed his name along with the ever cheery music. "You're so adorable~" At that, Yoshiki slapped Tanaka's hand away, but the blush remained. The man chuckled and instead of returning his hand to the steering wheel, he rested it on Yoshiki's thigh.
"Keep yer eyes on the road." The boy mumbled and Tanaka laughed again. The warmth of the man's hand radiated through him where it settled, too close to…and Yoshiki couldn't help but involuntarily shiver at the subtle, but still intimate action. He dropped his hand on top of Tanaka's and stroked his thumb over the man's scarred skin, probably from the years of doing whatever he did. Hikaru and Yoshiki didn't know all the details, and Yoshiki knew for sure the guy was weird. But that fact didn't keep his mind and eyes from wandering away from the scenic view outside his window to certain thoughts, Tanaka…and his comically bad posture while driving.
"Hey." Yoshiki spoke up, and Tanaka raised an eyebrow, looking at his passenger out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure how much Tanaka could see if he wasn't directly looking at Yoshiki through his sunglasses. "Can I try…something?"
"Is this something I should pull over for—"
"Just keep driving." Yoshiki sighed and leaned over, while Tanaka adjusted his posture to sit more comfortably back in his chair. And then Yoshiki was unbuttoning Tanaka's pants. The man let out a shakey breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter with both hands.
It was always embarrassing to initially see the man's dick when they did this kind of stuff, being that it was the only one he'd seen, other than Hikaru's when they were younger, comparing dick sizes like the stupid teenagers they were…are. Yoshiki's cheeks darkened at that memory, not just over the thought of Hikaru's dick, but also because he was reminded of the age gap between him and the man whose dick he had in his hand.
Yoshiki had spent the last seventeen years of his life suppressing the part of himself that felt this want. He could blame this stupid guy for ripping it out of him, but he would be kidding himself.
Stroking Tanaka to full hardness, Yoshiki's stare lifted from the man's impressive cock, throbbing in his fist, to his face, flushed pink, and trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Yoshiki…" He grunted his name under his breath. The boy responded to the nosie with a rare smile and continued. There wasn't any skill or technique to it, but the man seemed to be into it, and Yoshiki was into it too.
Tanaka huffed when Yoshiki let go of his dick, probably ready to make some sort of comment about blue-balling him, but the boy quickly replaced the hand on Tanaka's cock with his mouth, and the man groaned. "…fuck."
Yoshiki hummed while taking Tanaka in to the best of his ability, relaxing his throat so he didn't gag like he had the first time the man's dick was in his mouth. The boy bobbed his head a few times before pulling off, some precum dripping from the corner of his lips, caught by his thumb. "God—damm." Tanaka gasped when Yoshiki returned to the man's cock, and flattened his tongue to follow the length from the base to the head, circling his tongue around the most sensitive area. Desperately, Tanaka slowed the car and threaded his fingers into Yoshiki's hair, to encourage him. The man's moans were encouragement enough.
Continuing, Yoshiki took Tanaka in completely once more, audibly moaning on his dick, sending the vibrations through the impossibly hard length. The lewd, wet sounds of the man's dick going in and out of the tight space filled the van and drowned out the cheery tune that played on repeat. "Keep going like that, fuck."
"Keep. Driving." Yoshiki repeated when he pulled off, barely able to with how tightly Tanaka was gripping his hair. The car's speed picked up again, and Yoshiki couldn't help but wonder how close they were to the Indo family home…and if anyone would catch the boy going down on the most infamous visitor the village had hosted in a while.
How did he look right now? Yoshiki couldn't help but think of the girls at his school that would whisper about some other girl being a slut for doing half of what he'd already done with Tanaka. Shame. He felt it when the man jerked him off for the first time on the floor of the Indo's tatami room, with Hikaru in the next room. But the feeling lessened with each touch since and kisses that lingered long enough to punch the air out of him. He could barely breathe now, taking all of the man in, his dick reaching all the way to the back of the boy's throat.
Yoshiki swallowed, thoroughly tasting his partner and tightening himself around the thick cock; it sent Tanaka over the edge. He filled Yoshiki's mouth with his thick cum, and held the boy in his position with his fingers almost pulling Yoshiki's hair. Held down longer than what was comfortable, Yoshiki gagged, having practically dislocated his jaw for this guy and taken most of his cum in his mouth. Only some dribled out of the corners of his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
Tanaka sighed loudly, satisfied, and the focused expression he wore before was replaced by his usual shit-eating grin. "Where'd you learn that?"
"Shut up." Yoshiki was a teenage boy…of course he had watched videos that put the idea in his head. Thankfully, he didn't bite the guy's dick with the motion of the car, like in some reddit horror stories he had been reading through. His thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of his phone in his pocket, and when reading over the text he had received, he dropped his head into hands. "Hikaru ain't sick."
"…what?" Tanaka pulled over and took Yoshiki's phone out of his hand.
'I played hooky today! 😸😸😸'