Liquide Massage
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic is a YAOI lemon [has explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.
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"Rukawa-kun! What happened?" Sendoh exclaimed as Rukawa unsteadily entered the Ryonan player’s house leaning on a crutch.
"I twisted my knee at practice." the Shohoku player replied, lifting a leg of his basketball shorts to reveal a tightly bandaged knee.
"Is it serious? How bad is it?" Sendoh fretted, his brows furrowing with worry.
"Nothing serious. It’s not broken." Rukawa replied in his quiet monotone.
"Does it hurt much?" Sendoh asked, seeing the difficulty the younger boy was having with walking.
"Not I keep my leg straight, but that makes it even harder to walk since I also pulled some muscles in my thigh." Rukawa explained.
"Ouch..." Sendoh crooned in sympathy.
"It's not so bad. Sensei said I can play again in three weeks if I keep my weight off it."
"Three weeks… " Sendoh's features again darkened with concern. "How did it happen?" he asked. Rukawa proceeded to tell him the story as they made their way to Sendoh's room. To the untrained observer, it would seem from Rukawa’s aloofness that it really wasn’t that big a deal, as he had said… But Sendoh knew the boy well enough to pick up on the VERY subtle irritation in his voice, and knew that Rukawa was most probably really pissed off at not being able to play ball for more than a day, let alone three whole weeks.
And pissed off Rukawa was.
It was all that do’ahou’s fault…
The Shohoku team had been having a more intense than usual practice that day, so Hanamichi had taken off his sweat drenched shirt, carelessly leaving it in the middle of the court. When Ayako yelled at him to move the shirt somewhere else before it caused an accident, the self-proclaimed tensai had grudgingly complied. But the short time the shirt had spent on the court was just enough to leave a dangerous puddle of sweat behind for Rukawa to slip on on his way to a sweet lay-up.
Oh he was pissed all right. Because of that do’ahou, Rukawa couldn’t play basketball for three entire weeks! No games, no training, and no one-on-ones with Sendoh. And on top of that, the extent of his injuries also meant that he wouldn't be having any other kinds of "one-on-ones" with Sendoh either... The kind that usually happened on Sendoh's bed, and required certain... positioning... that would now be impossible with his injured knee.
"Kuso..." Rukawa cursed under his breath as he entered Sendoh’s room.
"Doushita?" Sendoh asked, full of attentive concern.
"Sendoh...gomen..." Confusion crossed Sendoh's face at the younger boy's apology. "Three weeks..." Rukawa continued ruefully as he gave the bed a meaningful glance. Sendoh laughed as he closed the door behind him.
"Daijoubu." Sendoh said as a wide grin spread across his face. He loved how Rukawa would let down his defenses when they were alone together and actually show some human emotion. Taking the younger boy's hand in his own, his voice dropped into a huskier tone, "I’ll make sure these three weeks won’t be so bad. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take care of you."
"Oh yeah?" Rukawa smirked, raising a doubtful eyebrow.
"What? You don’t think I can?" Sendoh mock pouted.
"Hn." replied Rukawa. Sendoh laughed again.
"Just trust me." he said as he guided Rukawa towards his bed. Taking the crutch from the younger boy and setting it aside, Sendoh helped his koi lower himself onto the mattress. Once Rukawa was comfortably settled, Sendoh sat on the bed behind him, stretching his legs out on either side of the other boy. Raising his hands to Rukawa's shoulders, Sendoh slowly began to massage the tense muscles he found there.
Rukawa released a small moan of appreciation deep in his throat at the soothing touch. And after a few moments, Sendoh could feel Rukawa beginning to relax under his fingers.
A few moments more, and the raven-haired boy released a deep sigh, pulling Sendoh’s legs to hug closer around him as he relaxed even further. Sendoh smiled to himself as Rukawa’s thumbs began to move back and forth softly over his knees in a familiar caress.
Yup, he loved that he got to experience sides of the "Iceman" that no one else ever had... To hear more of that velvety voice than anyone else... To see more expression on that beautiful face than anyone else… To have those intense eyes look at him with so much more than just the standard glare given to everyone else…
Yeah... he just couldn't get enough...
Sendoh snapped out of his thoughts when again Rukawa moaned softly in the depths of his throat.
"Feel better?" Sendoh asked.
"Yeah. A little." Rukawa replied halfheartedly, followed by a dejected sigh.
‘Poor boy' Sendoh thought, remembering how crappy Rukawa must be feeling about his situation right now. But Sendoh had a plan that was sure to raise his koi's spirits.
Reaching for the ends of Rukawa’s shirt he began to tug it upwards. The raven-haired boy started when he realized what was happening, making a small noise of protest.
"Shhhh..." Sendoh breathed into his ear, "Don’t argue."
After a second of hesitation, Rukawa lifted his arms slightly, allowing Sendoh to remove his shirt. Sendoh let out an appreciative silent whistle at the sight of Rukawa’s leanly muscled back, and a shiver of anticipation shot up his own. His eyes gleaming mischievously, Sendoh opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. After pouring some of the thick liquid on his palms, Sendoh then returned his hands to Rukawa’s back.
The raven haired boy gasped at the first coolness of oil on his body, but as Sendoh’s hands began to knead at his flesh Rukawa soon felt himself melting like putty at the touch. He hadn’t realized how his constricted walking ability had taken its toll on his back, but as soon as each ache was discovered Sendoh smoothed it away, leaving him gasping in responsive pleasure.
And every whimper and moan that escaped Rukawa’s lips sent corresponding waves of fire through Sendoh’s body, each sound dangerously enticing. Soon Sendoh’s arousal began to manifest itself, and he found himself struggling with the maddening urge to throw his koi down and take him right then and there...
But he couldn’t. Rukawa’s newly injured knee prevented him from giving in to his desire. So, forcing aside his own needs and remembering his lover’s, Sendoh continued to ministrate his liquide massage…
Sendoh bathed Rukawa’s entire back in oil, from the top of his neck, to his lean shoulders, down to the base of his spine, attending to every aching inch of flesh. And with each rub and stroke and minute that passed, Rukawa's gasps became more and more ragged, his soft moans becoming longer and more frequent in between. And just when Rukawa thought there wasn’t anywhere left to massage, Sendoh's fingers began making their way around his arms to his panting chest.
"Lean back." the spiky-haired boy commanded. Rukawa started to comply, but stopped as he came into contact with cloth.
"The oil...your shirt..." Rukawa managed to rasp out between shaky breaths. In an instant Sendoh’s shirt was thrown on the floor.
The space between them closed and their bodies touched, shuddering at the contact of moist skin against skin. Rukawa released a low groan when Sendoh’s mouth then started to work on his neck and shoulder, quivering as the older boy's hands simultaneously worked across his chest. Sendoh smirked into Rukawa’s skin when he saw the protruding bulge in the other boy's shorts. It seemed that his lover was enjoying his massage VERY much.
Encouraged by his koi's responsiveness, Sendoh began fondling Rukawa’s nipples, rolling them in between his greased fingers. With his teeth he began to tug on Rukawa’s earlobe, sucking gently in apology seconds later. Rukawa gasped loudly, his body quivering in the pain and pleasure of Sendoh’s soft pinches and bites. Unconsciously Sendoh's hips began to move, rubbing his stiff arousal against the younger boy as his body sought what it needed.
Rukawa began moaning loudly, the skin on his back becoming all too sensitive to the feel of Sendoh's hardness pressing against him. His breathing became heavier, and he clenched his teeth desperately as his body was rocked slightly from the thrusts of the boy behind. Then suddenly Sendoh released an impassioned groan in his ear, caressing his abused and sensitive earlobe with hot breath...
And that was about all the raven-haired boy could take.
"Wait Sendoh...stop." Rukawa gasped out. Taking Sendoh’s hands into his own he held them close to his chest, preventing any more... exploration.
It was then that Sendoh realized what he'd been doing, and that the pleasure he was trying to give had become a slow agony, for both of them.
Rukawa interlaced his fingers around Sendoh’s, his thumbs moving in that familiar pattern as he let loose a deep sigh.
"Sendoh...gomen...I know you mean well, but once we start, we're gonna want more... and sensei said..." Sendoh chuckled at his lover’s torment.
"I know, I remember."
Rukawa snorted as if to say ‘are you sure you remember?’. Sendoh chuckled again and gave Rukawa a small squeeze.
"I told you not to worry about it. I’ve got things under control... sort of." Sendoh smirked.
And with that he promptly returned his mouth to Rukawa’s neck. The younger boy snorted again, but made no move to stop Sendoh. Instead, Rukawa’s fingers slowly reached up to wind through spiky hair, holding Sendoh’s mouth to that sensitive juncture between his neck and shoulder.
Encouraged by Rukawa’s willingness to let him have his way, Sendoh reached for the bottle of baby oil again. With Rukawa leaning back against him, Sendoh had better access to the younger boy’s front and he seized the opportunity, pouring the oil onto the boy's tight abs. Rukawa’s eyes flew open as the cool liquid met his heated flesh, his fingers tightening in Sendoh's hair. And as the oil slowly oozed its way down the ripples of Rukawa’s stomach muscles, Sendoh simply watched as the raven-haired boy squirmed under the puddle’s mercy. Then just before the oil reached the top of Rukawa’s shorts, Sendoh wiped it away, smearing it all over the boy's front and sides.
Languidly sliding his palms up and down Rukawa’s body, Sendoh teasingly let his fingers brush against Rukawa’s hardened nipples, causing the younger boy's breath to hitch in his throat. Then Sendoh tormented Rukawa even further, lengthening his strokes so that the tips of his fingers would just reach under Rukawa’s waistband before he’d pull them out and slide his hands back up the boy's chest.
Rukawa soon found himself whimpering for more attention at the repeated tease. And Sendoh decided it was time to oblige. His well-oiled hands slowly made their way into Rukawa’s shorts, and the younger boy moaned, relief tingeing his voice at the first brush against his hardness. But soon Rukawa was in agony again, groaning loudly as Sendoh's fingers explored his crotch, massaging his aroused flesh until he was painfully stiff. And then Sendoh's hand wrapped around him, gripping him tightly, slowly and smoothly pumping his length, lathering it in oil.
Rukawa threw his head back in pleasure, writhing against Sendoh’s grasp, his fingers clenching tighter in spiky hair as the heat generating in his shorts began to tread dangerous levels. He desperately wanted Sendoh inside him NOW... but knew that it was impossible with his injuries. Rukawa whimpered in anguish.
"Sendoh...onegai..."
At Rukawa’s plea Sendoh removed his hands from his lover’s shorts and stood up from the bed. Rukawa didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or wail in protest. Not that he had time to decide, because Sendoh was soon hovering over him, hungrily pulling off clothes, stripping him as quickly as possible while still being careful of his injured knee.
And then Sendoh paused, standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at his lover’s naked body glistening with oil as if the boy was the tastiest thing on the planet. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed, pinning the boy with his burning gaze until his lover's normally pale flesh flushed even darker under the intensity of his stare.
In one swift movement, Sendoh let his own shorts fall to the floor and kicked them aside, baring his own heated flesh to the cooler air of the room. A gleam of unmasked desire entered Rukawa’s eyes as he appraised his koibito’s well-defined, and very aroused body.
Sendoh grinned mischievously at this response, and once again reached for the bottle of baby oil. Loading up a hand with the liquid, this time Sendoh began to spread the oil over his own body, running his hand back and forth over his collarbone and broad shoulders.
Rukawa’s eyes widened.
Then Sendoh’s hand moved upward to massage his neck, and he sighed in pleasure as he let his head roll back for better access.
Rukawa’s breath caught in his throat.
Returning his gaze to his lover, Sendoh poured more oil onto his hands and chest, then cast the bottle aside. With a gleam in his eye, he began to slide his hands slowly from his collar down the front of his abs. But just before his fingers reached his groin his hands began to move back up to his chest, fingers lingering around the tight nubs of his nipples. Sendoh threw back his head, eyes closing as he hissed at the light caress. Then running his hands down his stomach again, Sendoh repeated his up and down strokes, mimicking his earlier ministrations to Rukawa’s body, and covering his own front with the greasy liquid. Losing himself in the sensations of his own massage, Sendoh began to moan with wanton abandonment.
And Rukawa stopped breathing altogether.
But then, to Rukawa’s further astonishment, and viewing pleasure, Sendoh’s hands finally went to his crotch, oiling down his weeping erection as his fingers explored.
Rukawa choked at the sight, thankfully reminding him to breathe. And the sound reached Sendoh, drawing his gaze back to his suffering lover as he continued to touch himself.
The look of absolute lust in Sendoh’s eyes sent a shiver through Rukawa’s body, and Rukawa held the gaze, transfixed. He almost drooled at the sight Sendoh presented, the show the Ryonan ace was giving him was enough to drive anyone mad with desire… But instead Rukawa bit down on his lip, his hand finding its way to his crotch, unconsciously fondling his own neglected arousal.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Sendoh admonished, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head in mock disappointment. But as he eased his way onto all fours on the bed, a sly grin inched across his face. Crawling over Rukawa’s legs in a predatory manner he said, "I thought we agreed that I would take care of you." And to emphasize his words, he let his moist tip brush against Rukawa’s as he straddled himself on the raven-haired boy’s lap.
The teasing touch setting him off, Rukawa grabbed the back of Sendoh’s neck and pulled his mouth down for a hungry kiss. A small sound of surprise escaped Sendoh’s throat as the younger boy's mouth greedily covered his own, but Sendoh soon got over his shock and found his mouth responding furiously.
Rukawa moaned into Sendoh’s mouth as their tongues lashed at each other. And as Sendoh twined his arms around his koi’s neck, Rukawa wrapped his arms around the older boy’s back, pulling his oiled body and arousal closer to press tightly against his own.
Sendoh's back arched in pleasure at the contact, and he pulled away from Rukawa's mouth as he released a loud moan. But Rukawa refused to break contact, sucking forcefully on Sendoh’s quivering lower lip, intermittently nibbling the full flesh with his teeth then massaging the sensitive area with his tongue. Sendoh’s hips began to rock again, rubbing his hardness against Rukawa’s, the oil from their bodies smoothing his every movement.
Rukawa had to release Sendoh’s now swollen lip as the feel of the other boy's erection slithering against his own caused him to groan into the spiky-haired boy’s shoulder. This only seemed to encourage Sendoh as he rocked against Rukawa even more insistently.
Suddenly, Sendoh threw his head back and gasped, feeling Rukawa’s nails clawing into his back. Sendoh could tell that at this point, his raven-haired lover had lost all self-control whatsoever.
And that was just how Sendoh liked his lover to be: at the complete mercy of his carnal sensuality.
He shifted his position slightly, lifting his hips so that Rukawa’s length was underneath him, moistening the crevice between his cheeks. Rukawa shuddered at the new arrangement, his voice quivering like his body as he moaned.
Gasping and groaning himself, Sendoh’s head rolled in pleasure as the tip of Rukawa’s cock brushed against his tight hole, moistening it with every thrust of his hips.
Unable to wait any longer, Sendoh maneuvered his body again, forcing the sensitive head of Rukawa’s erection through his clenched ring.
Rukawa drew in a sharp breath, reflexively trying to pull away from Sendoh in shock. For up until now, Sendoh had always been the one to take him in bed.
Rukawa looked into Sendoh’s eyes, questioning. The spiky-haired boy brought his fingers to Rukawa’s lips, preventing the younger one from voicing his concerns.
"Shhhh... I’m still in charge here." Sendoh whispered, followed by an assuring smile. Rukawa acceded, kissing the fingers against his mouth, soon replaced by Sendoh's lips. Then in an agonizingly slow movement, Sendoh began to slide himself fully onto Rukawa’s throbbing member.
The raven-haired boy released a strangled gasp, burying his face into Sendoh’s chest again. Rukawa couldn’t believe how it felt to be immersed in the velvet of Sendoh’s hot tightness. He almost wanted to cry it felt so good. And as Sendoh began to slide up and down upon him, he had to bite at the flesh of Sendoh’s shoulder to keep himself from screaming out in agony and ecstasy.
Sendoh however, had nothing at his mouth to prevent the deep groans escaping his throat, his head rolling back in rapture as their bodies moved in erotic synchronicity.
And soon Sendoh was yelping gleefully with each thrust as Rukawa’s hardness brushed against that secret spot inside him with every stroke, his cock immersed in the tight space between their oil drenched bodies.
And as Sendoh rode him, all Rukawa could do was hang on to the older boy for dear life.
Releasing fists full of Rukawa’s hair, Sendoh grasped the headboard of the bed for support as he began to pump his hips even faster. Rukawa's body suddenly felt like it was on the verge of exploding, and he began releasing muffled cries into Sendoh’s chest as the older boy happily bounced up and down on his lap.
And then Rukawa began to scream uncontrollably, filling Sendoh’s insides as his climax shot out of him.
This sent Sendoh over the edge, crying out in triumph as his own body spasmed in orgasm.
* * *
For several moments afterwards, all that could be heard in the sudden silence of the room was the ragged breathing of the two boys who remained locked in their position, not wanting to move from the other’s tight embrace. But as quickened breath and pulse returned to normal, Rukawa slowly lifted his eyes to seek out those of his lover’s, and found a burning gaze already waiting for him.
Rukawa met that intensity unflinching, holding Sendoh’s eyes to his for several long moments, and thus surprising himself somewhere in the back of his returning consciousness. But finally, he had to break eye contact, shivering as Sendoh lifted his hips and removed himself from Rukawa’s lap.
Then Sendoh’s lips were gently meeting his own, and he sighed contentedly into the older boy’s mouth.
When Sendoh stood up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, Rukawa found he had no energy left to protest, and collapsed backwards onto the bed, his eyes closing to bask in afterglow.
After a few minutes, he heard Sendoh return and climb into bed alongside him.
Suddenly he felt something press against his stomach, wooly and slightly damp. Rukawa’s eyes flew open to see that Sendoh had brought a towel from the bathroom, and was... cleaning him off with it.
Rukawa watched in silence as Sendoh wordlessly performed the task of wiping his sensitive flesh clean with the utmost care.
When this was finished, Sendoh set aside the towel, propping his head up on his hand to gaze down fondly at his supine lover. The spiky-haired boy smiled.
"Told you I’d take care of you." he whispered, breaking the long silence. His free hand came up to brush the hair away from Rukawa’s forehead, then cupped the younger boy's cheek, caressing it lightly.
"Sendoh..." Rukawa exhaled, bringing his hand up to trace his koibito’s smiling lips.
It was true. As it had been in their relationship from the beginning, all Rukawa had to do was give himself over and trust the older boy, and Sendoh would show him the world.
Staring into the sapphire depths of Sendoh’s eyes, he felt his chest constricting as some unknown emotion came over him.
"Akira..." he whispered before he realized what he was doing.
Sendoh’s eyes widened a little at hearing Rukawa use his given name for the first time. He liked how it sounded. Sendoh smiled, and nuzzled his lips into the inside of Rukawa’s palm, planting a kiss there as a lopsided grin crept across his face.
"Yes?" Sendoh answered jokingly. Rukawa gave him an amused snort, then sighed, turning serious again.
"Why are you so good to me?" Rukawa whispered, more to himself than the other boy. Sendoh's breath hitched, taken aback by the sudden tenderness in Rukawa's voice. And although the boy wasn’t really expecting an answer, Sendoh found himself replying before he could stop himself.
"You need it…" he murmured without thinking. Rukawa raised an eyebrow.
"Wait, no, that's not what I mean..." Sendoh stammered. "I mean-- What I'm trying to say is... I need you to need me." he struggled to get out.
Rukawa's eyes bored deeper into Sendoh's, trying to understand what the older boy was really trying to say. Sendoh felt himself blushing under that searching gaze, knowing those eyes would see into his very core.
"Why?" Rukawa encouraged softly, the corner of his mouth already tugging up into a small smile.
Sendoh grinned back at the boy, finally finding the right words.
"Because... I need you..." and with another smile, he finished his sentence...
"...Kaede."
~ owari
Looks like da boyz are in for a fun-filled three weeks, ne? MWAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!
Anyways, click here to check out the fanart I drew of a scene from this fic…
*the diggler cackles with an evil gleam in her eyes*
completed April 4 '02 ~ revised Jan 28 '03