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lotus_beauty) wrote2006-12-20 04:30 am
lotus_beauty) wrote2006-12-20 04:30 am
[Fic] Discretion 5: Intoxication
Title: Discretion
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: NC-17 (this part)
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Keita found himself cursing the inventor of keys one night as he stumbled drunkenly into his apartment. After managing to close the door and slip his shoes off, he made his way as far as the couch and flopped down onto it, laughing hysterically. He could not believe the night he’d had.
It was Keita’s first game with the team. He had been so nervous he’d nearly thrown up in the bathroom before they went out onto the field. Ryohei had obviously been concentrating one the game, because he was stretching and jumping to warm up his muscles. Considering his options, Keita felt stretching with Ryohei was the less disgusting of the two and joined the young man. It helped distract him from his nervousness. Well, his nervousness about the game anyway—especially after that encounter at the train station.
All of it was forgotten once he was on the field and doing what he did best. Though he hadn’t done any scoring or amazing assists, he was still proud of what playing he did do. His team had ended up winning 2:1 and decided that it was a good night for a celebration. Directly after the game, the veteran players dragged all of the rookies to a bar and practically took over the place, the party including some fans of the team.
Though Keita wasn’t much of a drinker, that night his teammates decided that he was. He suspected though that they’d decided to get him completely and utterly plastered, so he tried as much as possible to be careful about what he drank, but eventually he found it very hard to focus or figure out what drink he’d been handed next before downing it without a thought. Somewhere halfway into the festivity, Ken managed to drag him out of the ring of veterans who were getting all of the rookies smashed. He determined that either Ken was feeling sorry for him, thought the vets had had their fun, or wanted to get Keita smashed himself. All sounded quite plausible until Keita found himself at the bar. Ken patted him on the shoulder and walked away. Huh, so he’d just been nice? Keita shrugged and ordered a water from the bartender in an effort to sober up, even just a little.
The brunette turned to reach for his drink just in time to see a man to his left fall off his stool at the bar to the floor, out cold. Keita and a few other patrons stared at the unconscious man on the floor before turning back to their conversations and drinks. He absently wondered if someone would come to collect the downed man. As he sipped on his water he started to wonder why Ken had come to save him from their cruel teammates and decided he could ask the man later. He wasn’t sure how well he could walk yet. Not five minutes later, Keita found his glass of water to be less than interesting and turned to try to find Ken when the man who had passed out suddenly awoke and got up to order yet another drink. The thought of giving up alcohol altogether went through Keita’s mind as he watched the bartender give the man his drink.
He shook his head and decided it was time for him to quit alcohol for the night at least. After some time, he slowly drained his glass, thinking about nothing in particular before he got up to head to the bathroom. He’d had enough to drink as it was. After relieving himself and washing his hands in the sink, Keita glanced in the mirror to note the glaze over his eyes that gave away his drunken state. Not that it would matter, since everyone else was drunk too, but he had a feeling his mother would be mad if he ever walked into his family home like that. It was a good thing he’d moved out to his own apartment just after joining the team. And… Keita’s thoughts ground to a halt when he noticed Ryohei’s reflection in the mirror, standing near the stalls behind him.
“I was wondering when you were going to notice me,” the blonde said in amusement. “You looked lost in your thoughts and I didn’t want to interrupt you.” The slight slur on his words gave away his drunken state.
“Sorry for not noticing,” Keita said as he turned and leaned back on the sink before shifting to lean on the wall next to him, finding it held him up better.
“I’m glad I had Ken save you from everyone, or you’d probably have passed out by now,” Ryohei drawled as he wandered closer to the taller man.
So it was Ryohei, Keita thought as he watched the blonde move closer. He seemed to be just as drunk as the rookie was and kept moving until Keita realized they were scant inches apart. He shifted to shrink back against the wall and swallowed self-consciously as Ryohei moved closer again. With nowhere to go, the taller man just stared down at the shorter, wondering just what was going on.
“I locked the door,” Ryohei said simply as his arms wrapped around Keita’s neck, pulling him down.
“Chiba-kun, wh—mmf!”
Keita had meant to say, Chiba-kun, what are you doing? Unfortunately, he found himself cut off by the shorter man’s lips on his. He was too surprised to do anything and stood frozen against the wall, in the arms of the man he’d cared about for so long. It was like his brain just wouldn’t work and he couldn’t function until Ryohei pulled back and looked up at him with a mischievous smirk.
“Haven’t you kissed someone before, Tachi-kun?” he asked quietly.
Keita wanted to turn around and smack his head on the wall repeatedly, but obviously, his body wasn’t reacting the way he wanted when all he managed to do was to turn red and shake his head. Why, oh why had his brain decided it would be a good thing to admit this to Ryohei?
The blonde turned serious all of a sudden. “It’s easy. Just kiss me.”
Keita hesitated. The one thing he’d wanted to do for so long had just passed by him and he hadn’t even had a chance to enjoy it at all. And now Ryohei wanted to kiss him again? He wasn’t even experienced or good at it! And the blonde wasn’t being very helpful!
“Keita.”
That got his attention. He looked into Ryohei’s eyes to see a glimpse of something he couldn’t readily discern that unexpectedly gave him the boldness that he needed. Tentatively he leaned forward and captured the shorter man’s lips to feel him respond quite readily and eagerly.
It wasn’t until much later after the kiss that Keita could describe how Ryohei’s lips felt. At the time, all he could think was that it just felt right, but later he thought back to that second kiss and could remember how soft and just plain kissable Ryohei’s lips were. For all the times he’d found himself distracted by the blonde’s lips, this kiss made up for it, answering every question he’d had about how it might feel to kiss them. As their lips finally parted, Keita realized nothing in his life really came close to how perfect he’d felt while kissing Ryohei. He also realized his hands were around the shorter man’s waist and wondered just when he’d put them there. But it wasn’t over yet—no, they were far from it.
Ryohei pulled him down for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. Keita couldn’t find a cell in his body that would protest as he felt the blonde’s tongue slip past his lips. Now this was heaven. They barely came up for air before their lips were together again; all of Keita’s pent up frustration about his shortcomings and awkwardness spilling out through his need. His fingers gripped the back of Ryohei’s shirt and tugged on it as desire ran hot through his veins and he wished they were in a place more private to do more than just kiss.
That was when he felt one of Ryohei’s hands slip from his neck and rub over his crotch teasingly, causing him to break the kiss and moan. The blonde shushed him with a giggle, lest someone hear them, and started to undo Keita’s pants.
“Chiba, shouldn’t we…” He felt Ryohei’s finger on his lips before the blonde initiated another kiss, his soft lips distracting Keita. Though distracted, he could still feel his belt loosen, followed by the button on his jeans, then the zipper. He was quite sure he didn’t want to fight this because he knew where this was going and liked every new moment more than the last. Keita could have never admitted to anyone about any fantasies he had. Not even at that moment—not to anyone. But one fantasy he did have was exactly what was about to happen right now, and it had all started with him overhearing someone joking that Ryohei’s lips would be perfect for giving head. His imagination had done the rest.
He got the distinct feeling then that Ryohei didn’t want to stop kissing him, because once his pants were undone, they both wouldn’t let their lips part. It took a lot of willpower on both their parts to finally stop and breathe. Keita resisted moving until Ryohei leaned up to place a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. He could feel his pants sliding down, his boxers following shortly after; all the while their eyes were locked. Their foreheads touched as a shuddering sigh escaped him, feeling gentle fingers teasing lightly over his erection. He’d never let anyone touch him like this; he’d never trusted anyone so much as he did now. He didn’t care if he was drunk. If there was anyone he could trust in this world, it was Ryohei.
One last kiss was given by those lips before the blonde slid from his view. He wasn’t ready—he never could have been ready for something he’d never experienced before. Keita felt his knees start to go weak as he felt a certain man’s tongue slide over his length. He gripped the sink beside him with one hand, Ryohei’s shoulder with the other, hoping he wouldn’t fall over before this was finished. His eyes rolled up as a soft moan escaped him, feeling the blonde take him fully into his mouth. He was right; nothing could have prepared him for this. His head fell back against the cold tile wall as the heat of Ryohei’s soft lips and skilled tongue moved up and down his length slowly. Now, he wasn’t sure what heaven was anymore, besides the definition of bliss, and this was undeniably bliss.
When Ryohei swirled his tongue around Keita’s cock, a shiver ran up his spine and he gripped the sink as he swallowed a moan. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wished he could hear Ryohei moan, knowing how beautiful the blonde’s voice was and how much of a turn on it would be. Though, he wasn’t sure if he needed the extra stimulation, especially since Ryohei had decided to employ his hands to coax Keita that much closer to climax. His alcohol hazed mind couldn’t remember every detail like he’d wanted to, but he knew the contrast between Ryohei’s fingers touching lightly and his mouth sucking hard had driven him crazy.
He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest as his body crept closer and closer until finally, he felt it. A shudder pushed its way through Keita’s body as he felt Ryohei’s tongue slide over the tip of his erection, thrusting him right into his climax. Wave after wave of pleasure weaved its way through Keita’s body as he succumbed to the release, the blonde still working until the taller man slumped against the wall in absolute exhaustion and ecstasy. Could it get any better than that?
As he started to recover, he felt that Ryohei was taking the time to cover him up again, and was already hooking Keita’s belt. Finally, Keita’s legs failed and he sank to the floor. He heard Ryohei giggle and smiled at the blonde from between his legs. He probably did look silly, sitting there in his bliss of the moment. The moment cracked however when Ryohei leaned down to kiss him and Keita felt pain.
“Ow!” he pulled back from the kiss to see Ryohei’s lower lip was red.
“What’s wrong with your lip?” the blonde asked as he leaned closer.
Keita reached up and touched his lip, flinching as he felt pain. He pulled his fingers back to see blood on them. His effort to stay silent had made him bite his lip with a force he hadn’t expected.
“Are you okay?” Ryohei asked as he looked at the blood.
“I bit my lip.” Keita admitted embarrassed.
“Why?” The blonde stared in confusion.
“You told me to be quiet.” He couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to his face, especially after it had spent so much time away.
Ryohei giggled. “I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to Keita’s lips as the taller man protested weakly. He didn’t mind the pain for the kiss, it just stung. Besides, Ryohei’s lips were worth the pain.
What happened after that was sort of a blur in Keita’s mind, because he’d been so caught up in what he and Ryohei had done. He could remember Ryohei and him making their way out of the bathroom as well as Ken catching the blonde who almost tripped on someone’s bag. Ken scolded him for drinking too much and dragged the blonde and Keita out of the bar. He apologized for Ryohei and Keita said he didn’t mind at all as Ken called them each a cab.
After the cab ride, Keita found himself on the couch of his apartment, laughing in disbelief at the events that transpired. He finally tore himself away from the couch and felt his way to his bedroom in the darkness, too tired to do anything other than sleep at that moment. With Ryohei’s lips fresh in his mind, Keita crawled onto his bed and let his head hit the pillow, already drifting away into his dreams.
~***~
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: NC-17 (this part)
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Keita found himself cursing the inventor of keys one night as he stumbled drunkenly into his apartment. After managing to close the door and slip his shoes off, he made his way as far as the couch and flopped down onto it, laughing hysterically. He could not believe the night he’d had.
It was Keita’s first game with the team. He had been so nervous he’d nearly thrown up in the bathroom before they went out onto the field. Ryohei had obviously been concentrating one the game, because he was stretching and jumping to warm up his muscles. Considering his options, Keita felt stretching with Ryohei was the less disgusting of the two and joined the young man. It helped distract him from his nervousness. Well, his nervousness about the game anyway—especially after that encounter at the train station.
All of it was forgotten once he was on the field and doing what he did best. Though he hadn’t done any scoring or amazing assists, he was still proud of what playing he did do. His team had ended up winning 2:1 and decided that it was a good night for a celebration. Directly after the game, the veteran players dragged all of the rookies to a bar and practically took over the place, the party including some fans of the team.
Though Keita wasn’t much of a drinker, that night his teammates decided that he was. He suspected though that they’d decided to get him completely and utterly plastered, so he tried as much as possible to be careful about what he drank, but eventually he found it very hard to focus or figure out what drink he’d been handed next before downing it without a thought. Somewhere halfway into the festivity, Ken managed to drag him out of the ring of veterans who were getting all of the rookies smashed. He determined that either Ken was feeling sorry for him, thought the vets had had their fun, or wanted to get Keita smashed himself. All sounded quite plausible until Keita found himself at the bar. Ken patted him on the shoulder and walked away. Huh, so he’d just been nice? Keita shrugged and ordered a water from the bartender in an effort to sober up, even just a little.
The brunette turned to reach for his drink just in time to see a man to his left fall off his stool at the bar to the floor, out cold. Keita and a few other patrons stared at the unconscious man on the floor before turning back to their conversations and drinks. He absently wondered if someone would come to collect the downed man. As he sipped on his water he started to wonder why Ken had come to save him from their cruel teammates and decided he could ask the man later. He wasn’t sure how well he could walk yet. Not five minutes later, Keita found his glass of water to be less than interesting and turned to try to find Ken when the man who had passed out suddenly awoke and got up to order yet another drink. The thought of giving up alcohol altogether went through Keita’s mind as he watched the bartender give the man his drink.
He shook his head and decided it was time for him to quit alcohol for the night at least. After some time, he slowly drained his glass, thinking about nothing in particular before he got up to head to the bathroom. He’d had enough to drink as it was. After relieving himself and washing his hands in the sink, Keita glanced in the mirror to note the glaze over his eyes that gave away his drunken state. Not that it would matter, since everyone else was drunk too, but he had a feeling his mother would be mad if he ever walked into his family home like that. It was a good thing he’d moved out to his own apartment just after joining the team. And… Keita’s thoughts ground to a halt when he noticed Ryohei’s reflection in the mirror, standing near the stalls behind him.
“I was wondering when you were going to notice me,” the blonde said in amusement. “You looked lost in your thoughts and I didn’t want to interrupt you.” The slight slur on his words gave away his drunken state.
“Sorry for not noticing,” Keita said as he turned and leaned back on the sink before shifting to lean on the wall next to him, finding it held him up better.
“I’m glad I had Ken save you from everyone, or you’d probably have passed out by now,” Ryohei drawled as he wandered closer to the taller man.
So it was Ryohei, Keita thought as he watched the blonde move closer. He seemed to be just as drunk as the rookie was and kept moving until Keita realized they were scant inches apart. He shifted to shrink back against the wall and swallowed self-consciously as Ryohei moved closer again. With nowhere to go, the taller man just stared down at the shorter, wondering just what was going on.
“I locked the door,” Ryohei said simply as his arms wrapped around Keita’s neck, pulling him down.
“Chiba-kun, wh—mmf!”
Keita had meant to say, Chiba-kun, what are you doing? Unfortunately, he found himself cut off by the shorter man’s lips on his. He was too surprised to do anything and stood frozen against the wall, in the arms of the man he’d cared about for so long. It was like his brain just wouldn’t work and he couldn’t function until Ryohei pulled back and looked up at him with a mischievous smirk.
“Haven’t you kissed someone before, Tachi-kun?” he asked quietly.
Keita wanted to turn around and smack his head on the wall repeatedly, but obviously, his body wasn’t reacting the way he wanted when all he managed to do was to turn red and shake his head. Why, oh why had his brain decided it would be a good thing to admit this to Ryohei?
The blonde turned serious all of a sudden. “It’s easy. Just kiss me.”
Keita hesitated. The one thing he’d wanted to do for so long had just passed by him and he hadn’t even had a chance to enjoy it at all. And now Ryohei wanted to kiss him again? He wasn’t even experienced or good at it! And the blonde wasn’t being very helpful!
“Keita.”
That got his attention. He looked into Ryohei’s eyes to see a glimpse of something he couldn’t readily discern that unexpectedly gave him the boldness that he needed. Tentatively he leaned forward and captured the shorter man’s lips to feel him respond quite readily and eagerly.
It wasn’t until much later after the kiss that Keita could describe how Ryohei’s lips felt. At the time, all he could think was that it just felt right, but later he thought back to that second kiss and could remember how soft and just plain kissable Ryohei’s lips were. For all the times he’d found himself distracted by the blonde’s lips, this kiss made up for it, answering every question he’d had about how it might feel to kiss them. As their lips finally parted, Keita realized nothing in his life really came close to how perfect he’d felt while kissing Ryohei. He also realized his hands were around the shorter man’s waist and wondered just when he’d put them there. But it wasn’t over yet—no, they were far from it.
Ryohei pulled him down for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. Keita couldn’t find a cell in his body that would protest as he felt the blonde’s tongue slip past his lips. Now this was heaven. They barely came up for air before their lips were together again; all of Keita’s pent up frustration about his shortcomings and awkwardness spilling out through his need. His fingers gripped the back of Ryohei’s shirt and tugged on it as desire ran hot through his veins and he wished they were in a place more private to do more than just kiss.
That was when he felt one of Ryohei’s hands slip from his neck and rub over his crotch teasingly, causing him to break the kiss and moan. The blonde shushed him with a giggle, lest someone hear them, and started to undo Keita’s pants.
“Chiba, shouldn’t we…” He felt Ryohei’s finger on his lips before the blonde initiated another kiss, his soft lips distracting Keita. Though distracted, he could still feel his belt loosen, followed by the button on his jeans, then the zipper. He was quite sure he didn’t want to fight this because he knew where this was going and liked every new moment more than the last. Keita could have never admitted to anyone about any fantasies he had. Not even at that moment—not to anyone. But one fantasy he did have was exactly what was about to happen right now, and it had all started with him overhearing someone joking that Ryohei’s lips would be perfect for giving head. His imagination had done the rest.
He got the distinct feeling then that Ryohei didn’t want to stop kissing him, because once his pants were undone, they both wouldn’t let their lips part. It took a lot of willpower on both their parts to finally stop and breathe. Keita resisted moving until Ryohei leaned up to place a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. He could feel his pants sliding down, his boxers following shortly after; all the while their eyes were locked. Their foreheads touched as a shuddering sigh escaped him, feeling gentle fingers teasing lightly over his erection. He’d never let anyone touch him like this; he’d never trusted anyone so much as he did now. He didn’t care if he was drunk. If there was anyone he could trust in this world, it was Ryohei.
One last kiss was given by those lips before the blonde slid from his view. He wasn’t ready—he never could have been ready for something he’d never experienced before. Keita felt his knees start to go weak as he felt a certain man’s tongue slide over his length. He gripped the sink beside him with one hand, Ryohei’s shoulder with the other, hoping he wouldn’t fall over before this was finished. His eyes rolled up as a soft moan escaped him, feeling the blonde take him fully into his mouth. He was right; nothing could have prepared him for this. His head fell back against the cold tile wall as the heat of Ryohei’s soft lips and skilled tongue moved up and down his length slowly. Now, he wasn’t sure what heaven was anymore, besides the definition of bliss, and this was undeniably bliss.
When Ryohei swirled his tongue around Keita’s cock, a shiver ran up his spine and he gripped the sink as he swallowed a moan. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wished he could hear Ryohei moan, knowing how beautiful the blonde’s voice was and how much of a turn on it would be. Though, he wasn’t sure if he needed the extra stimulation, especially since Ryohei had decided to employ his hands to coax Keita that much closer to climax. His alcohol hazed mind couldn’t remember every detail like he’d wanted to, but he knew the contrast between Ryohei’s fingers touching lightly and his mouth sucking hard had driven him crazy.
He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest as his body crept closer and closer until finally, he felt it. A shudder pushed its way through Keita’s body as he felt Ryohei’s tongue slide over the tip of his erection, thrusting him right into his climax. Wave after wave of pleasure weaved its way through Keita’s body as he succumbed to the release, the blonde still working until the taller man slumped against the wall in absolute exhaustion and ecstasy. Could it get any better than that?
As he started to recover, he felt that Ryohei was taking the time to cover him up again, and was already hooking Keita’s belt. Finally, Keita’s legs failed and he sank to the floor. He heard Ryohei giggle and smiled at the blonde from between his legs. He probably did look silly, sitting there in his bliss of the moment. The moment cracked however when Ryohei leaned down to kiss him and Keita felt pain.
“Ow!” he pulled back from the kiss to see Ryohei’s lower lip was red.
“What’s wrong with your lip?” the blonde asked as he leaned closer.
Keita reached up and touched his lip, flinching as he felt pain. He pulled his fingers back to see blood on them. His effort to stay silent had made him bite his lip with a force he hadn’t expected.
“Are you okay?” Ryohei asked as he looked at the blood.
“I bit my lip.” Keita admitted embarrassed.
“Why?” The blonde stared in confusion.
“You told me to be quiet.” He couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to his face, especially after it had spent so much time away.
Ryohei giggled. “I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to Keita’s lips as the taller man protested weakly. He didn’t mind the pain for the kiss, it just stung. Besides, Ryohei’s lips were worth the pain.
What happened after that was sort of a blur in Keita’s mind, because he’d been so caught up in what he and Ryohei had done. He could remember Ryohei and him making their way out of the bathroom as well as Ken catching the blonde who almost tripped on someone’s bag. Ken scolded him for drinking too much and dragged the blonde and Keita out of the bar. He apologized for Ryohei and Keita said he didn’t mind at all as Ken called them each a cab.
After the cab ride, Keita found himself on the couch of his apartment, laughing in disbelief at the events that transpired. He finally tore himself away from the couch and felt his way to his bedroom in the darkness, too tired to do anything other than sleep at that moment. With Ryohei’s lips fresh in his mind, Keita crawled onto his bed and let his head hit the pillow, already drifting away into his dreams.
~***~