"Momo-pi is so unreliable," Fuuma Yousuke fumed, tapping his foot impatiently. That girl would be late for her own wedding some day, as important as the grand event was to her. Yousuke flushed and shifted his backpack higher on one shoulder. Not like he'd have anything to do with that, anyway!

This was so typical. He, Yousuke, had had the magnanimity to cut out from soccer practice early today because of Momo-pi's insistent requests for an interview. He'd only agreed to stop her whining, Yousuke convinced himself. To top it all off, Momo-pi would probably spend the whole 'interview' trying to pump him for information on his kanchou, Yanagiba Kazuya.

Yousuke's hand clenched around a backpack strap. There was a thought to give him a jolt. Not that he'd mind extolling the virtues of his golden-haired kanchou... but Yanagiba-san and the Momo-blowfish were two trains of thought he didn't want colliding!

He checked his watch. Momo-pi had definitely kept him waiting past the bounds of politeness. Yousuke shifted from one foot to the other. Should he wait even longer, even though it was almost seven? It wasn't like he was dating the chick, or anything. He shouldn't be obliged to stand around for hours just because she wanted her dinky interview.

"Yousuke, what are you waiting out here for?" The familiar voice reached his ears a second before a hand clapped his shoulder. "You cut practice early to stand by the school gate?"

There was mild censure in Yanagiba's voice and Yousuke bowed his head, accepting the criticism.

"Not exactly, kanchou," Yousuke replied, edging closer to Yanagiba, feeling the warmth of the hand that remained on his shoulder.

Yanagiba cocked his head, golden bangs falling over his forehead. "Waiting for a girl, then?" His look was warm even though he spoke in a purely neutral tone.

"Kind of," Yousuke returned with a half-smile. "Hanasaki Momoko wanted an interview."

"Hanasaki...." Yanagiba looked briefly puzzled.

"One of the girls who likes you, kanchou," Yousuke supplied. Oh, that narrowed it down a bunch! "The klutzy photographer with pink hair. Y'know, her face is a soccer ball magnet? Hanasaki Momo-pi-er, Momoko."

"Oh, Momoko-kun," Yanagiba nodded, expression registering only vague recognition.

Yousuke was probably the only guy in school who knew that Kazuya's total confusion around girls -- and inability to remember names and faces -- didn't stem only from the sheer number of admirers. Although that was a large part of it, Yousuke thought, amused and not jealous. It was mostly because Kanchou had absolutely no interest in girls. Not a whit!

Quote him a brief bit of information about a member of the j.v. team or some other hot boy athlete, however, and Kazuya could supply the name instantly. And even, Yousuke was convinced, give a damn near accurate guess on jock strap size.

"She hasn't shown up yet," Yousuke said, scanning the darkening school grounds again. He was glad it was getting dark, because he was sure his cheeks were getting flushed. Yanagiba's hand was still on his shoulder, and he was sure it was deliberate. It was a silent question.

Yanagiba-kanchou had introduced him to the pleasures of mutual masturbation shortly after he'd joined the soccer team. Yousuke had realized for awhile he was attracted to some of his teammates, but hadn't had any opportunities to explore sex in junior high. Lingering in the showers after practice was a way to both check out his teammates, and fuel his fantasies. One day he loitered extra-long, eyeing the golden kanchou in his naked glory from the corners of his eyes. By the time he'd realized they were the last two in the showers, he had turned his back and continued to soap himself, hoping Yanagiba would finish up so he could beat himself off, thinking about the long heavy cock swinging between the exercise-toned thighs.

Then he'd felt someone behind him, and a soap-slick hand joined his. "Need some help there?" Yanagiba-kanchou had asked him.

God, that'd been great. The risk of being discovered had only made it hotter.

That had kicked off a storm of after-school study sessions. Yousuke felt his mouth turn up in a grin. Kanchou had been pretty adventurous about crowding him into broom closets in the morning, too!

"You want me to walk you home?" Yanagiba asked him, hand tightening.

Of course, that wasn't what he was *really* asking.

"Aa," Yousuke angled a grin at him. It was more than "stress relief"; he genuinely enjoyed his relationship with Yanagiba-san.

Yanagiba's hand left his shoulder, giving him a brief caress that meant 'more later', and they turned to go through the gates of St. Hanazono.

Some day, maybe he would want a girlfriend. It was the thing to do... but like the love letter he'd answered, right now soccer was his koibito! Er... and the fact that he was sleeping with Yanagiba-kanchou didn't make that any less true....

"Ma-matte!" a feminine voice cried out behind them. "Wait, I know I'm awfully late... I got caught up in the darkroom! Gomen, gomen!"

Yanagiba paused, giving Yousuke a brief smile that was understanding at the same time. "Momoko-kun?"

"U-un," Yousuke hesitated, torn. He wanted to go home with Yanagiba-san, in fact, most of his being was centered towards that expectation now... on the other hand, Momo-pi had finally shown up, and it would be rude to desert her since he'd waited this long already. But kanchou....

Yanagiba clasped his shoulder and made the decision for him. "I'll go home, Yousuke, and ask my parents if I can have dinner with you. So I'll meet you later after you're done with Momoko-kun's interview."

Yousuke's face lit up. "Domo!" he exclaimed in relief. Kanchou understood.

"Ja, mata ne," Yanagiba nodded to him with another brief, promising smile. It heated Yousuke up instantly and he grinned back, knowing the answering lust probably filled up his eyes. He wanted Yanagiba-san and wasn't shy about showing it.

Then the other boy was departing and he turned to face the approaching pink-haired Momo-blowfish. Yousuke schooled his expression into the usual teasing, amused grin. Then he slipped his backpack off and held it like a shield in front of him. Yanagiba-kanchou had made him feel a little *too* lusty.

"Wahh! Yousuke, gome--" Momoko wailed, tripped, and fell flat on her face.

Yousuke goggled. She really was klutzy.

Momo-pi peeled her face off the pavement and gave him a self-deprecating laugh. "Well, at least you know I hurried...."

"Okay, I forgive you," Yousuke grinned down at her as she got to her feet, still giggling nervously. "We'll consider tackling the pavement a fair punishment, okay?"

"Mou!" Momo-pi stamped her foot. "You're no gentleman, Fuuma Yousuke! Any other guy would have helped me up! Like Yanagiba-senpai...." Her expression turned starry-eyed and she clasped her hands.

Yousuke cut off the shoujo swooning with a wave of his hand. "You were already getting up before I could offer a hand," he pointed out. "Don't say I've never looked after you!"

Momo-pi actually looked contrite. "Gomen, Yousuke. You have protected me," she admitted. "I got a little carried away! Shall we start our interview?"

Yousuke sighed. He was more focused on getting home and rustling up some dinner before Yanagiba-san showed up on his doorstep. With no parents at home, making all the meals fell on his own shoulders. It was tough living alone, but the rewards were more than worth it.... Oh, yes, they were worth it... he wrenched his attention back to Momoko. "Can we take a rain check?"

Momo-pi blinked at him, looked at the sky, and blinked at him again. "Are? Are? It's not raining, Yousuke...."

Yousuke shook his head. "BA-ka. Don't you remember your English? A rain check, meaning I'd like to reschedule the interview."

Momo-pi's face fell. "I'm sorry I'm late, Yousuke. It is dinner-time, isn't it?"

Yousuke shrugged and gave her a smile. "I guess if you still want to do the interview...." He said it in a dubious tone that meant he'd rather not.

Momo-pi lifted a finger. "You can have dinner with Papa and I! We can have the interview then!"

Yousuke's smile grew fixed. "Ah... well, I've got plans already."

"You do?" Momo-pi's eyes got really big. "Have you got a date, Yousuke? Usooo!"

He was irritated. Why shouldn't he have a date, even if he *had* blown off love letters with the soccer-as-koibito excuse? It wasn't that he wasn't attractive! In fact, Yanagiba-san had expressed satisfaction on more than one occasion.... Well, that was usually about his performance, but he knew kanchou liked the way he looked.

He liked the way Yanagiba-san looked, too... especially naked!

"If I did, what's it to you?" he demanded, shouldering his backpack. "We'll have to do your interview later, Momo-blowfish. Or maybe you should just schedule one for Yanagiba-san yourself!"

She looked stunned as he turned and marched out the gates. He felt a momentary pang that he'd been too harsh, then he remembered her disbelief. He might be no Yanagiba-san, but he was attractive to girls, too. It was just that he didn't want any right now -- look how unreasonable they were!

Yousuke lived in a small, neat apartment not far from St. Hanazono High School. His mother lived in Paris and his father had been lost at sea years ago, so he lived alone in the place with an occasional visit from his mother. It was a short walk and he thought about what to cook for dinner -- he kept a pretty well-stocked fridge and he knew what Yanagiba-san liked.

Then again, he could just get everything ready so that it could be made quickly. After they were done. Yousuke grinned and decided that was the plan he liked best.

Once he got home, he rummaged through the cupboards and fridge, tossing items onto the counter and banging around with pots and pans. He marinated a couple of steaks and shoved them back into the fridge. Then he nodded to himself, decided it was enough, and wondered how long it would take for Yanagiba-san to get here. And how much clothes he should be wearing.

In fact, now that he thought about it, a quick shower might be in order. He'd skipped out on practice so early, he hadn't taken a shower like usual. He was sweaty and a little sticky and he knew Yanagiba had probably showered, so he should do the same.

As the hot spray fountained over his naked skin, he thought a little bit about Momoko while he soaped himself up. He shook his head. She was too young; high school girls were really confused about that sort of thing. And Momoko would never be the kind of girl to give it up before marriage. His hand wandered lower as he worked up a lather and his thoughts turned to Yanagiba-kanchou, and took on a distinctly arousing turn. *This* felt right.

Ahh, dame, dame! Yousuke turned the cold water up and shuddered. Not that it wouldn't be nice, but it would be pointless to get off before Yanagiba-san even got here. That would be some welcome, inviting him over and proving himself unable to get it up for what he'd been waiting for all day....

Was that a knock? He paused halfway out of the shower and pushed the bathroom door open, dripping and still naked. Yeah, it was a knock. Yousuke grabbed a towel and left a trail of wet footprints behind him on the way to the door.

"Yo!" He opened the door, grinning. For a half a second he had a horrible vision of Momo-pi standing on his doorstep instead of Yanagiba and belting him a good one for being a hentai. But it was his kanchou standing there in street clothes, giving him that sexy little smile, gentle but lustful at the same time.

"I hope this isn't how you welcome all your dinner guests!" Yanagiba exclaimed, smile widening. He walked in as Yousuke stepped back to give him room, toeing his shoes off and slipping them into an alcove. Yousuke admired the view openly as Yanagiba bent to push his shoes into place. After he shut the door, of course.

"Well, I don't have a lot of dinner guests," Yousuke rubbed his head sheepishly, "but you caught me in the shower and since I knew it was you at the door, I didn't bother getting dressed."

Yanagiba stood and turned. "It does save some time," he agreed with a smile. He cocked his head, blond bangs falling over his forehead. "I don't smell dinner cooking..."

"Ah, iya..." Yousuke rubbed his head sheepishly. "I got everything together and it's ready to go, but I figured I should wait on starting...."

"A good idea," Yanagiba nodded. "That way dinner won't burn."

Yousuke grinned at him. "Exactly."

Yanagiba stepped into him, fingering the top edge of his towel. Their mouths hovered close for an instant before hard lips sealed over his in a kiss. Yousuke tilted his head up into it, hands coming up between them to unbutton Yanagiba's uniform top.

He'd never kissed a girl before, although he could imagine -- his lips had brushed Momoko's lightly, that time in the infirmary, but it didn't really count! She'd been unconscious, and he had tripped.

Yanagiba's kisses were hot and passionate and he didn't think he'd trade them in for anything so soft and yielding... at least, not yet!

When they drew back for breath, Yanagiba tugged at his towel. "You didn't really leave me much to strip away," he said, brushing a kiss over Yousuke's throat that made him shiver. "You've got a head start in this towel."

Yousuke pushed aside the halves of his white shirt. "We can remedy that pretty quickly," he suggested, angling his head to accept another kiss. He pushed a hand between Yanagiba's legs, rubbing the bulge there that was beginning to tent up his slacks. Then he undid his kanchou's pants. "Well? You wanna do it in the living room, or the bedroom?"

"Why not here?" Yanagiba suggested, stripping the towel away. His hands kneaded over Yousuke's buttocks, gripping and rubbing. "Oh, yes... you probably don't keep lubricant in the genkan."

"Never had occasion to," Yousuke panted lightly, turned on by that hot touch, reaching into Yanagiba's pants to cup and shape the hardening bulge. "But if you give me some advance notice next time...."

"Let's concentrate on this time," Yanagiba said, nibbling on his ear. He slid a finger into Yousuke's cleft, teasing downwards towards his entrance. "Where's the closest place you have lubricant?"

"Ah... ah...." Thinking required a redirection of the blood that was pumping away from his brain at this moment. "Ahh, the couch!" Yanagiba's cock twitched under his hands. It was going to feel so good.... He pushed down white briefs enough to free it from imprisonment and smoothed the hard flesh between his hands. They both groaned.

"Oh, yeah," Yanagiba murmured, "I remember last time...." He licked down the line of Yousuke's neck, pressing his hands rhythmically over the curve of Yousuke's ass.

"Gods," Yousuke groaned. He remembered last time, too. Yanagiba had tipped him over the armrest, lifted his ass in the air, and pounded him to slow steady completion. Sure, it had been somewhat uncomfortable for his back -- and his ass had been sore for two days after -- but it had been so fucking sexy!

"Shall we try the couch again?" Yanagiba traced his hands over Yousuke's hips and reached in front, grasping his cock and pumping up and down.

Yousuke sagged in his arms, still fisting Yanagiba's erection. "Anywhere..." he panted, "anywhere you want." Thought had drained away completely, and all he wanted now was to feel Yanagiba's naked skin against his, and his hard cock rubbing against him, and to have Yanagiba shoving deep inside.... Yousuke groaned, and Yanagiba crowded him down the hallway, hand moving in slow beats.

Kanchou could, and had proved he could, lead him anywhere by the cock and it was steady rhythmic tugs that guided him into the living room. They paused for another hot kiss on the threshold, hands moving fast over each other's hard flesh. Yanagiba's pants were sliding down around his thighs and he paused to kick them off and pull his underwear off, too, then went to his knees and kissed the head of Yousuke's cock, pulling the foreskin back with his fingers and taking the purpled glans in his mouth.

Yousuke moaned. They'd fucked so many times he had lost count, but he could never get over the feeling of Yanagiba swallowing him like this, taking him in his mouth, almost better than feeling him deep inside. Either way, the give and take between them, two male bodies pushing into each other, it was perfect.

A tongue traced the shape of his head and then lips were sliding all the way down, taking every bit of his five inches, tickling the hairs at the base of his cock. Yousuke moaned again, fingers sliding into silken blond hair, holding Yanagiba down on his cock. Exquisite sensations pulsed through his length as kanchou's throat worked around him, swallowing him again and again, dragging him close to the edge. The older boy drew back and stroked his mouth up and down, coating his prick with saliva.

"Oh, gods," Yousuke groaned, fingers clenching in blond silk. "Kanchou... I'm gonna come...."

It was a warning and Yanagiba pulled back, the head of Yousuke's cock sliding from his lips with a 'pop'. He grinned up at the ecstatic expression on his kouhai's face and got to his feet. "The couch is right over here...." He wrapped his hand around the boy's erection and tugged him forward step by step.

By now Yousuke would've followed him if Yanagiba had stepped off the balcony. He wanted to return the favor and go down on his kanchou, press his mouth down on the older boy's fantastic seven-inch cock, but Yanagiba had other ideas in mind. He pushed Yousuke gently onto the cushions and finished stripping his shirt off, standing over him in his blond naked glory.

"Yanagiba-san," Yousuke panted, lifting his hips up. He kept his hands away from his cock, knowing kanchou would smack them away himself; he was already too close to the edge. Despite any of the porn he'd dredged up over the years, having an orgasm twice in an hour was beyond even their wildest teenage years.

"Hai," Yanagiba promised throatily, "I'll take care of you, Yousuke...." He joined him on the couch, one hand stroking over a dewed thigh, the other searching in the cracks of the sofa.

Yousuke's hips moved slowly up and down, already anticipating the rhythm they'd soon be moving to. He watched with half-closed eyes as Yanagiba fished the lube out of the sofa and propped himself over Yousuke on the couch, easing himself between his kouhai's thighs. He rubbed back and forth, their cocks crossing and pressing together. Ah, gods....

"Kimochiiii..." Yousuke sighed, giving himself up to the feeling of flesh on slick flesh. Sweat wasn't much by way of lubrication but it let their hard cocks slide together, friction making up the rest in sheer pleasure. "Yanagiba-san, please fuck me."

"Soon enough," Yanagiba chuckled, uncapping their tube of KY -- their fifth or sixth tube, he thought fuzzily -- and coating his fingers. He reached under Yousuke, thumb caressing his balls, before pressing one into him.

Yousuke groaned, lurching up off the couch again. "Yanagiba!" He was panting, hips lifting readily to the intrusion, feeling a finger probe inside him and stroke the hidden gland of his prostrate. "K'so! Kanchou, I can't wait!"

They'd had sex so many times -- real penetration, that is -- enough times that Yanagiba didn't need to be so careful, and he knew it. The older boy switched to three fingers and plunged them in and out, making Yousuke writhe under him, mewling.

Yousuke planted his feet on the couch and rotated his hips, lifting up into his kanchou's touch. "Do it," he pleaded, hand straying near his aching cock. "Yanagiba-san, fuck me!"

Yanagiba's forehead was dripping with sweat now, sullying his golden bangs and plastering them to his forehead. He nodded, reaching between their bellies to slather lubricating jelly on his twitching cock. "Just a little bit longer...."

He nodded and reached his mouth up as Yanagiba's mouth descended on him, forcing his lips apart, tongues tangling. Kanchou was pushing his thighs apart, lifting him up to expose his hidden entrance. Yousuke groaned again as he felt the heavy head pushing against his pucker, slick and pulsing.

"Do it!" The words burst from his lips as Yanagiba pulled his mouth away.

Yanagiba leaned over him, lifted Yousuke's legs over his shoulders, and pushed in without any further ado. They both yelled out as the hard throbbing length slid in and stayed deep, locking them together. Yanagiba held still for a moment, giving him pause to adjust to penetration, then began to rock his hips. He withdrew a few inches and pushed back in, eliciting a soft 'ooh' from Yousuke. He did it a few more times, working back and forth, more force accompanying each inward thrust.

Yousuke groaned, arching up to the blissful sensation, that hard cock taking him deep. Yanagiba braced himself above him, starting up a rhythm, the sound of their pleasure filling the air -- damp flesh smacking against damp flesh. They grunted and fell into a moment of inelegant disharmony, two male bodies striving against each other, before Yanagiba asserted himself with a few long, hard thrusts then set the pace of the fuck.

"Oh gods... ohh, fuck me... kanchou!" Yousuke strained up to meet him, feeling Yanagiba's balls slapping against his ass, rolling his head back as the blunt head of kanchou's cock rubbed over his prostate over and over. "Harder... nn... more... gods!"

Yanagiba drove him into the couch cushions, mouth moving over his collarbone, then his cheek. He gave him long languid thrusts, groaned and bit his ear, then sped up and slammed into him. Yousuke grunted and clutched at his kanchou's sweaty shoulders, face screwed up in ecstasy, feeling what he'd wanted all day -- that seven-inch hard-on invading him, taking him, blowing his mind. Yanagiba rode him hard until they both dripped with sweat and Yousuke kept begging him for more.

"Un... UNN, harder, kanchou!" Yousuke groaned, flexing his legs over Yanagiba's shoulders, clamping down on the turgid flesh moving deep inside him. "Gods, make me come!"

"Yousuke!" Yanagiba's dark eyes glinted down at him then the older boy went wild, pushing his legs up higher and ramming his cock home, strokes fast and furious. They lost the rhythm in the last few seconds before the rush, bodies colliding roughly until Yousuke cried out and shuddered, rear gate closing tight around Yanagiba's cock. His kanchou shouted, sweat sparkling as he tossed his head back in the throes of climax.

The room and everything else faded out, everything but Yanagiba's face and the bright pulsing stars of orgasmic joy. It was just Yousuke and Yanagiba and he heaved himself up, feeling warmth flow between their bodies and deep inside him in spurts. A mouth moved over his face and lips. Yousuke felt light-headed.

"Ahh, that was great," Yanagiba sighed, collapsing on top of him. "Yousuke, just what I needed."

They relaxed in a limp tangle of naked limbs on the couch. "Perfect," Yousuke agreed, thinking of Momo-pi. That girl, so frustrating. This really was the best way to relax. "Thanks, Yanagiba."

Yanagiba brushed Yousuke's sweaty brown bangs off his forehead and slanted his mouth down on him, kissing him deeply. Their tongues tangled, a little of the urgency gone. He felt Yanagiba pressing his cock up inside him, aftershocks of orgasm making them both shudder. They were both oversensitized.

"Ahh... kanchou, my legs are getting a little stiff," Yousuke reminded him.

Yanagiba gave him another tonsil-cleansing kiss, then pulled out. Yousuke could feel come oozing out of him and he grimaced; he was going to have to clean the couch again but it was worth it. So worth it!

"Then you should be doing your flexibility exercises," Yanagiba chuckled, slapping one sweaty flank.

Yousuke bristled. "Hey, you try staying jackknifed for ten minutes while you get the ride of your life!"

"Mm, but it was so good," Yanagiba smiled.

Damn it, when kanchou gave him that smile he just melted. "Get me a towel?" Yousuke asked him. "Then I'll make dinner."

"Sounds good," Yanagiba said, looking at his own come-spattered golden flesh.

He made a face then winked at Yousuke and sauntered over to the bathroom, giving him the most beautiful view of his toned naked backside.

Ah, gods... if he *could* get it up twice in an hour, he'd be ready for round two now.

Kanchou came back with a towel wrapped around his waist and a moistened washcloth for Yousuke. He plied it over sweaty flesh with a smile. "Better?"

"Aa," Yousuke told him, sitting up. Kanchou had brought a towel for his waist, too, and Yousuke thought with an inward chuckle that he was going to need to do laundry soon. Well, hopefully they wouldn't mess up these ones too much, but the one he'd been wearing when he greeted Yanagiba at the door definitely needed cleaning now.

"Well, let's start dinner or else we'll never get around to our homework!" Yanagiba said, tossing him a playful smile. Yousuke grinned back. He liked how he got to see the other facets of Yanagiba that most people didn't realize were there. Like, how he was mischievous sometimes, and there were sides of him that weren't shy at all. Rather direct, actually.

Yousuke stood and headed for the kitchen, then paused halfway there. "Yanagiba... arigatou," he said quietly.

Yanagiba stopped right on his heels, cocking his head. "For what?"

"For... well, for being here," Yousuke stumbled a little, but got it out. He wasn't completely able to articulate why, but he was grateful for Yanagiba, just for what they could have together. Things had been strange at school lately, especially with Momo-pi and her little gang, but Yanagiba was a golden constant in his life.

There were a lot of things unsaid in the air between them. This wasn't exactly love between them. It was the strong bonds of companionship and mutual attraction and really great sex. It probably wouldn't be a lasting relationship; Yousuke would probably turn eventually to girls; Yanagiba would graduate before him and most likely launch a real career in soccer.

Still, Yousuke wanted him to know he was happy with what they had.

"Yousuke, I have to thank you, too," Yanagiba told him, brown eyes honest. "Right now, I couldn't be happier for what we can share."

Yousuke's face lit up and he nodded. "Un!" That was exactly it.

Was it love? Well, no, not exactly... the feelings that stirred in his middle had more to do with lust than anything else. But sometimes, it didn't have to be 'love' for it to be perfect just the way it was.

~owari~

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