Boredom
Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica is the property of Nakamura Shungiku.
I hope it snows tonight; I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. Pray for me or keep me in your thoughts or something! Snow, snow, snow, SNOW~!
Er, anyways, moving on. This chapter was requested by MikkiSenpai. Enjoy~! (Sorry it's so late ^^;;)
Warnings: The obvious is that it has a lemon. The omake at the end suggests mpreg, so if you just can't stand that kind of thing, just skip over it.
Playing Pretend
Akihiko glared at the blank screen, as if it were the reason he couldn't write anything. Growling, he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. That damn editor of his was going to have his head if he didn't get this in, not that it was different from any other time, but still he didn't want to have to deal with Aikawa's constant nagging. Unfortunately it was looking like he would have to put up with it tomorrow due to his lack of ideas.
Getting up, he snatched his laptop and headed out of his office to go downstairs. Maybe he just needed a change of scenery, he certainly wasn't going to get any new ideas staring at the walls of his dank office. He set the laptop on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch and opening the laptop back up again. After what seemed like forever, he managed to get some things down and write. Sparse as it was, it would do for now.
A while later he heard the front door slam. 'Must be Misaki,' he thought idly as he continued writing. Had it been Aikawa, she would've already started her pestering and would've made some grand entrance. He heard some shuffling from another room before he heard Misaki walking into the living room. He felt the couch dip under Misaki's weight beside him and his eyes widened as the neko boy cuddled against him.
"Usagi-san…" Misaki moaned softly into his ear before nipping the soft flesh. "I need you, Usagi-san…" Misaki breathed, his voice husky with arousal. Delightful shivers shot down Akihiko's spine as Misaki moved down from his ear and started attacking his neck.
"Misaki?" Akihiko asked somewhat worriedly, while turning to look at his lover. Excited as he was that Misaki was the one initiating this, he was a bit worried over what made Misaki want to do something so bold in the first place. Misaki gazed up at him innocently with glazed green eyes, but the innocence effect of his eyes were ruined by the sultry smile he was wearing. Leaning up, Misaki pressed their lips together and kissed Akihiko, hard.
Akihiko's arousal spiked as Misaki crawled over him and straddled his hips. Misaki's hard-on was pressed up against his stomach and Akihiko grinned against his lover's lips. Maybe it was time to give Misaki a bit of his own medicine. He had a great amount of self-control, but Misaki didn't. He wondered what Misaki would do if he was denied his release…
Breaking their kiss, Akihiko pushed the boy away. "Misaki, I have to finish my manuscript, we can do this later."
Misaki pouted sweetly. "But, Usagi-san," he whined.
"I'm sorry, Mi—"
He cut himself off when Misaki undid his own jeans and pulled out his straining erection. He watched in utter fascination as Misaki started masturbating on top of him. Misaki mewled, pressing his fist to his mouth to keep from crying out. Akihiko licked his lips; there was no way he could hold up this charade when Misaki was literally just begging to be fucked into the couch.
Growling, he gripped onto Misaki's hips and flipped them so that Misaki was lying on the couch and he was on top of him. Misaki gazed up at him with half lidded eyes and was smiling again. Grabbing both of Misaki's wrists, he held them above the boy's head before attacking Misaki's lips. Misaki moaned loudly as their tongues met and battled for dominance. Akihiko's free hand crept over Misaki's lithe body, unbuttoning the boy's shirt, feeling his chest and stomach, and gripping onto Misaki's erection.
Misaki bucked into his hand, throwing his head back and breaking their kiss. "God, do you know what you do to me, Misaki?" Akihiko stroked Misaki, listening to the litany of moans and keens that slipped past Misaki's kiss bruised lips.
"U-Usagi-san! I'm—I'm gonna…!" Misaki cried out, his back arching as he came into Akihiko's hand. Akihiko grinned. Bringing the hand up to his mouth, he licked Misaki's cum off. "Usagi-san, please." Misaki pleaded, wrapping his now free arms around Akihiko's torso.
"Please what?" Akihiko inquired, grinning.
"Please, I—I need you i-inside of me." Misaki nearly groaned.
"Of course, anything for my Misaki." Pecking Misaki's lips, Akihiko worked on getting Misaki's jeans off. Pulling them down, Misaki kicked them off. As Akihiko went to start preparing Misaki, the boy stopped him. "Misaki?"
"I need you now."
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you." Akihiko asked. Misaki nodded and wrapped his arms around him again. Undoing his pants, Akihiko sighed in relief when his hard-on was freed from its restraints. Spreading Misaki's legs, he positioned his cock at the puckered entrance. He gripped Misaki's hips before plunging in. Misaki gasped in his ear, his arms tightening around him. "Are you okay, Misaki?" He asked worriedly, using all the power he could muster up to not start thrusting into the tight hole. God, Misaki was so hot and tight around him, he could come right then and there.
"Move," Misaki whispered shakily.
Withdrawing slowly, Akihiko thrust back in. He kept this pace for a while, not wanting to hurt Misaki anymore.
"F-faster!" Misaki yelled and Akihiko happily obliged. "Harder! Oh god, Usagi-san!" He keened, gripping tightly onto Akihiko's shoulders as the man repeatedly thrust into him, hitting that sweet spot inside of him that made stars burst beneath his eyelids.
Reaching down between them, Akihiko grasped onto Misaki's neglected member, grunting as Misaki tightened around him. He grinned as the breathy moans and keens continued to fall from Misaki's kiss bruised lips, as he stroked the boy's cock. "I love you, Misaki." He whispered, beginning to pepper Misaki's neck with kisses and bites.
Misaki arched his back, leaning into the assaulting mouth. "U-Usagi-san…" He whimpered, crying out when Akihiko gave a particularly harsh thrust.
"Tell me you love me, Misaki." Akihiko ordered softly. Misaki nearly cried when Akihiko began going at a torturously slow pace.
Misaki gazed up at Akihiko, before a soft smile touched his lips and he reached up to touch Akihiko's cheek. "I-I love you, Usagi-san—AHHH!" He cut off into a scream when Akihiko pulled out and thrust back in, the frantic pace from before back. Misaki wrapped his legs around Akihiko's waist, managing to pull the man even further into himself. "I love you, I love you, I love you…" Misaki cried repeatedly in Akihiko's ear. "Usagi-san!" He groaned loudly, arching his back once again as he came, spurting cum over himself and Akihiko.
He slumped against Akihiko, sighing in content. Akihiko continued thrusting into the pliant body beneath him for a few more minutes before his own release came crashing down on him. He moaned loudly, burying his head against the crook of Misaki's neck, coating Misaki's insides with cum as the boy continued to milk him. Sitting up, he gazed down at Misaki's content expression and smiled softly at the boy he loved. Reaching up, he brushed the sweat drenched bangs away from Misaki's face, before leaning down to press their lips together.
Omake:
Misaki blushed brightly when he remembered the events that had transpired almost over a month ago. Akihiko still teased him about it and was sure the man would never let him live it down. He was a boy dammit! To go into heat of all things was embarrassing. What had he ever done to deserve this? He sighed in exasperation, nuzzling his head against Akihiko's chest as he cuddled against the sleeping man.
As if sensing this, Akihiko's grip around the boy tightened. He relaxed for a bit, knowing he would have to get up soon to head to school, but he just wanted to enjoy this moment. Unfortunately, fate seemed to have different plans. Misaki's eyes widened as the sudden wave of nausea washed over him. Barely a moment later, he was pulling the bed sheets with him as he scrambled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, only to fall on his knees and lean over the toilet bowl to throw up.
A minute later Akihiko, having been woken up when Misaki pulled out of his arms, stalked into the bathroom. His sour expression melted upon seeing his love kneeling on the floor, retching into the toilet. Akihiko sat down next to him, rubbing Misaki's back soothingly and moving the boy's hair away from his face.
"U-Usagi-san," Misaki whimpered.
"Shh…" Akihiko smiled. "It'll be okay."
As soon as the nausea was gone and the feeling of throwing up disappeared, Misaki leaned against Akihiko's chest and sniffled. His hand came up to rest against his flat abdomen and he sighed. A blush crept up his cheeks when he felt Akihiko's fingers weaved with his own against his abdomen and the man pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
"I love you," Akihiko whispered reassuringly.
Misaki closed his eyes, expelling a breath he didn't know he was holding. It would be alright.
Yea, I don't think I'll continue the omake at the end, or at least not with Boredom because it would destroy the purpose of this fic, which is no purpose at all. It would turn into a real fic and go back to not being a PWP... Anyways, if you enjoyed this ficlet, please review!