Milkshake Dreams

A/N: Just a little somethin' between Souji/Yu and Yosuke. Why? Because Yosuke's the type of character I would mess with. I'm going to call him "Yu", since it's easier, and I come from the game-verse. Ugh, when the higurashi cry during the summer in this game… I can't help the shudder that rolls through me… Anyway, my milkshakes brings all the boys to the yard~

W: M, yaoi, lemon, language. Yum, I love mind-games. I don't own P4.

It all started with a milkshake.

One goddamned, cursed-as-fuck milkshake. The dry feeling in his mouth, the almost overbearing heat of his body which was beginning to concentrate in one certain area. It wasn't just any old cursed milkshake, though. It was Yu's goddamned, cursed milkshake.

It was hot today, too. Gods, it was hot. Yosuke wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. It was the summer heat's fault too, damn it. The heat was all going to his head and making him do this and think this way.

It was the heat and the milkshake's fault that he was watching Yu. They were in the food court at Junes with Kanji for something he'd shamefully forgotten when Yu started slurping down that fucking shake.

It wasn't like Yu was doing anything else- just drinking it through a straw, holding the cup in one hand as he did- but Yosuke was drawn to it. He had an urge to just touch just lightly with his fingertips those lips of Yu's. That was all, nothing else…

Yu swallowed another bit of his drink.

Nothing at all…

I bet his mouth tastes like vanilla.

…

…..!

Damn it! What the hell's wrong with me?! He shot an unnoticed dirty look at Kanji, who was happily eating up his six Topsicles. It's Kanji's fault! That sauna fucked up my thoughts!

"Yosuke?" The sound of his name on Yu's tongue caused him to snap back into reality.

"Wh-what?" Yosuke stammered, hoping his face wasn't as red as he thought, because it felt like his skin was on fire.

"Is there somethin-"

"Hey Senpai! You think you could give me a discount on these Topsicles?!" Never had Yosuke been so grateful for Kanji's interruptions as he was now.

"How many of those are you gonna eat, damn?!" Yosuke snapped, trying to duck out from Yu's piercing gray gaze. It didn't work.

"It's hot as fuck out here!" Kanji shot back, biting on a Topsicle stick- those were all that was left of those stupid, sweet, frozen dairy cream sticks. "How can you stand it? I'm gonna melt!" He wiped the sweat off of his temple. "Shit."

Yu was still staring at him, still slurping that fucking shake. Yosuke was getting desperate. I just need to get away for five minutes! Stop staring at me, damn it! "…just five more, alright, Kanji?"

"Thanks, Senpai!" Kanji literally jumped out his chair. He was about to run off, but Yosuke stopped him. "What?"

"Would Nanako-chan want some too?" No, Topsicles are not stupid! They're beautiful! They're a blessing! Yosuke was glad he spent a week helping at the store now. He was also glad that Yu wouldn't say no because it was for Nanako-chan. My trump card! Right now he was trying everything in his power to separate Yu from that shake.

When his friends left to go get their ice cream, Yosuke was filled with a brief false sense of relief. Yu would be back, of course… and the milkshake was sitting on the table. He stared at it, at the straw sticking out of the top.

I bet it's vanilla. Yu seems like he would like that flavor…

The straw. Yosuke swore it had some mysterious power, like Rise in a bikini. He kept thinking of Yu's lips around that straw, at the motions of Yu's throat as he swallowed. He was drawn to it.

I…just wanna… Before he could stop himself, he was reaching across the table. His fingers brushed the smooth surface of the paper cup.

I just…wanna touch it…

The cup was in his hand now. He slid the fingers of his free hand slowly up the length of the straw, stopping a little bit away from the tip. The straw was cold, of course. Cold and plastic.

The tip of the straw was wet. He expected that. What he didn't expect was him touching it. Touching it… and his mouth going dry, thinking about Yu sucking on that straw.

I just wanna be this shake…

…..

wait, what the hell am I thinking?!

Fuck it… Yosuke brought the straw to his lips. …I'm just… I'm just gonna taste it. He tasted the tip of the straw first. It was faintly sweet. It was Yu's spit.

There was a sudden throb in his pants. He sucked on the straw lightly, and the cold milkshake filled his mouth. It was a hazelnut milkshake.

It was fucking delicious.

"Dude! I didn't know you had this flavor- what the hell are you doing?"

Kanji's voice tore through the quiet summer ambiance. The straw was torn from his mouth. Yosuke slid the milkshake back across the table.

"Yosuke-senpai. What the hell were you doing?" Kanji asked again as he sat back down in his seat. He was holding four Topsicles in one hand and an opened one in his other hand. He was staring at Yosuke with concerned eyes. "Huh?"

"Wh-what did it look like?! I was tasting it!" His ears were burning- whether from his blood or the sun, Yosuke couldn't tell. "Um, where's Yu?"

"…okay." Kanji shrugged. "I think he was looking for a certain kind or somethin'. Anyway, I didn't know Junes had this flavor!" He proudly held up a pineapple-flavored Topsicle, looking quite pleased with himself.

The subtle sweetness of the milkshake was still on his tongue, and the ache was still in his pants, though it was dying down now.

"Thanks for the ice cream."

It was Yu's voice.

Yosuke looked over to see his friend coming towards them, a bag in his hand. He swallowed and tried to make his voice sound at least believably normal. "No problem."

Yu went for his drink as soon as he sat back down. Yosuke felt his stomach do a full back-flip. He tried not to focus too hard on the collar of Yu's white shirt that was sticking to his skin because of the sweat. No one said anything.

"There's less in here than I thought." Yu said after drinking a little.

Kanji cast an expectant glance at Yosuke before turning to Yu. "Senpai-oww!" He was cut off by Yosuke slamming his foot down on his. "What the h-"

"I'm sorry about partner! I accidentally spilled it! You want me to buy another one?" Yosuke interrupted, smiling in an attempt to hide his anxiety.

"…That's alright." Yu replied, a bit taken aback by Yosuke's sudden chipper behavior. "Hey, I gotta go meet someone anyway, so I'll see you later."

"Oh really? Well don't worry about the shake then, I'll take care of it, haha!" Yosuke said with a wave.

"What the fu-" Kanji started again, only to be interrupted once more.

"See you later, partner!"

"Yeah, bye Senpai." Kanji mumbled as Yu waved and walked away. He turned to Yosuke as soon as Yu was out of earshot. "The fuck was that for?!"

"Sometimes… you can really piss me the hell off, you know?" Yosuke grabbed Yu's milkshake off the table, warmth pooling into his stomach.

"I didn't do anything!" Kanji snapped. "You're the one who was-"

"Look- I need to get going! I'm sorry for all that shit, okay?! Bye!" He made sure to run away before Kanji could ask him any more questions.

Yosuke made sure his light was off when he settled into his room after he'd returned home. He still held Yu's shake, and as soon as he shut the door the straw was in his mouth, and his member was throbbing again.

Shit. He was sure no one would bother him- his parents were still at Junes, after all- but he still leaned back against his door. Yosuke hurriedly undid the button and the zipper on his pants. His member was begging greedily for attention, already wet at the head.

Stupid bathhouse, stupid milkshake…fucking stupid…Yu…Despite his thoughts, Yosuke took a sip of the milkshake that was warm by now, yet still delightfully sweet. And gods. Fucking gods, Yu's mouth had been on this straw again. Knowing that alone was about to send him over the edge.

Swallowing, Yosuke wrapped his hand around his member. He tried to push Yu's face from his mind as he started to stroke himself. It didn't work, only caused more desire to pump straight to his dick. His strokes grew as fast as his breath. He was moaning softly by now.

He drank the rest of the milkshake, letting the thick substance coating his tongue.

…Yu's milkshake…

He gasped, feeling his release hitting him like a kick from Chie. White seemed to explode all around him, in his vision, on his fingers and on the floor.

He felt disgusting for what had only just transpired.

I did not seriously jack-off to that shake. It's just a regular milkshake- even if it was Yu's…

Yu-

Shit!

Angrily, he threw the empty cut halfway across the room. It wasn't enough. He needed to get rid of that fucking cursed cup! He flicked on the light, and was blinded for a few seconds as it burned his eyes. He suddenly missed the comforting blanket of darkness. In the dark, everything was hidden. Maybe he should've stayed hidden. Yosuke found the milkshake cup next to his bookshelf (more full of other miscellaneous items than actual books). He raised his foot high and stomped on it until it was little more than a mass of wet red-and-white mush.

He was breathing heavily. He felt sick, the shake sloshing around queasily in his stomach.

I'm not gay, damn it all!

It was just so hot today, and the shake was cold…

It wasn't because of Yu at all.

Yeah, I was just hot.

Yet his hands were still sticky.

He was hard again.

He could still taste hazelnut on his tongue.

He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Unfortunately, he had been right yesterday evening. Yosuke hadn't been able to sleep not one wink last night. No wait, he did get to sleep… for exactly five minutes before seeing Yu in his mind's eye. Those precious five minutes… that was his one wink. He wasn't able to focus on a damn thing, not even when Chie told him that he looked like he'd listened to Teddie's ridiculously lame puns all night and was then hit by a 18-wheeler, he'd mumbled something incomprehensible even to his own ears and passed out on his desk as soon as he sat down. Luckily enough, he was too tired to dream, so there was no Yu sauntering through his mind.

Everything had been going along well, until he was unceremoniously awakened by Mr. Morooka, better known as "King Moron".

"Hanamura! You think just because your father's some shitty manager of some shitty Junes that you can just sleep in my class?! Stop dreaming about girls and do some worthwhile work for once in your loser life!"

Yosuke sat up abruptly, causing a sharp pain to shoot through his head. He had successfully sent King Moron into one of his tirades.

"That goes for the rest of you, too! You all think just because you're teenagers you can just sit on your ass and chase girls…"

Already King Moron's words were fading into the background as Yosuke found himself focusing on the way Yu's collar sat against his skin.

He'd never noticed before how Yu slouched slightly in his seat, or the gentle rise of his torso when he breathed.

Shit.

Why must the milkshake incident torment me from beyond the trashcan?!

It's your fault Yu! It's your fault I've been cursed! Yosuke thought bitterly, though deep inside he knew it wasn't all Yu's fault, but he was being stubborn and instead glowered at the back of his friend's head. Why did you have to come to school today?!

He noticed Yu was writing something in his notebook, and so the teacher wouldn't call him out on it, Yosuke aspired to do the same. He started writing… though he wasn't taking notes.. He wasn't writing anything that made even a shred of sense.

He accidently bumped his knee on the back of Yu's chair and the warmth that shot up his leg from the furniture went straight into the pit of his stomach.

Oh come on.

You can't get hard from a warm chair! That's just not right!

He was being hypersensitive. Yosuke thought that if he just ignored the problem, it would go away. His writing looked… delirious… at best, but he kept writing anyways. He just hoped he wasn't writing anything about Yu.

"Narukami!" Suddenly King Moron yelled in the midst of his lecture. Yosuke actually didn't hear the question, just Yu's name.

Yu is up and out of the chair in record timing. Yosuke didn't know why his friend stood in the first place; no one else bothered to. The thoughts leave him as Yu starts to speak.

Yosuke had never thought that Yu's voice was sexy. He never thought he would become attracted to his "partner in crime" either. What the hell. His member stirred to life and one throb sucks the blood from the rest of his body. This can't be happening. This isn't because of Yu. It's because of Yukiko and Chie's skirts! Somewhere in the back of his mind, his shadow stirred, "They always wear those skirts. It's a part of their uniform." He wanted to bang his head on the desk, but stopped from doing so, or he would attract the attention of the vulture. The oddly large, ugly, fucking annoying vulture… King Moron.

Yu sat back down and the vulture is satisfied with its meager pickings. Yu gave the correct answer, King Moron moves on, and Yosuke thinks his problems are over.

The steady throb in his pants states otherwise. He needed to get rid of this fast, and he glared at the back of Yu's head. Damn it, Yu… it's your fault I'm thinking like this! He knows it's not really, but it makes him feel better. Yosuke presses his knee into the back of Yu's chair. Contact against the warm wood causes him to gasp quietly, and the student next to him looks over, but doesn't care enough to ask.

Again.

The thought is aggressive. Yosuke obeyed like a slave to his own dark will. Just one more time.

Once more, he pressed his knee to the back of Yu's chair…and nearly doubled over in pleasure. He could feel that his pants were wet now, just a little…shit.

There were still several minutes before break…Yosuke just hoped that he wouldn't explode before then.

As soon as he was able to, Yosuke was out of the door and down the hall on his way to the restroom. He had to take care of his little problem right away, or risk what remained of his dignity. Once he was in the safe isolation of one of the stalls, he thought that his problems would end.

"Yosuke, you alright?"

Honestly, Yosuke wanted to bang his head against the wall in frustration. Why must the universe torment me so?! His dick throbbed in his hand at the sound of Yu's voice. He had been just finishing up when Yu decided to come sauntering in and inquire about his well-being. What the hell, was Yu doing this purposely? His frustration quickly boiled into anger.

"What the fuck! Yu, do you make it your personal business to follow me around?! I'm not your bitch! Leave me alone already!" That wasn't entirely true. Apparently, his body was happy to become Yu's slave if the silver-haired boy asked, but Yosuke himself…was…unwilling…

Actually, being Yu's bitch wouldn't be so bad…

…

...

Wait, what?! No!

Yu was not put off by his outburst, Yosuke could tell. He heard Yu sigh before damning Yosuke to a doomed existence with his next declaration.

"I'll come by your place later." Yu's tone was even. "Then you can tell me what the problem is."

Anger bristled inside of him, but Yosuke knew that for one, he wouldn't say no to his partner's self-invitation. Even if he did… Yu would show up anyway. He swallowed at the thought of being alone with Yu… in his room…shit. This evening spelled death in the form of his friend. It made Yosuke seriously consider running away, but he refused to be a coward. Bring it on, damn universe! Bring it on! I'll show you what for, damn it! I'm not gay!