The Quiet Ones...
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic is a YAOI lemon [has explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY]
A/N: in case it's confusing, . . . means silence.
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.
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Rukawa residence.
. . .
Ch! Rukawa snorted as he slammed down the phone in annoyance. What were those stupid fangirls doing, calling his house all the time and not even bothering to speak? Did they think it would be easier to talk to him on the phone than in person? Apparently it wasnt. Or maybe they just wanted to hear him breath or something. Rukawa shuddered. That was just creepy.
Of course, usually Rukawa wouldnt even give this kind of thing a second thought, what did he care about the strange behaviors of fangirls anyway? But something had changed in Rukawas life recently that had started to make him wonder about these kind of things...
You see, Rukawa Kaede was not what he seemed. He was not a handsome prince waiting to take some girl away to his rich mansion to live happily ever after, as many of his fangirls wished. He was not a fragile and wounded sensitive soul who only needed the right person to come along and make him smile again, as even more of his fangirls believed. And he was not some kind of athletic idiot-savant who was completely inept at all else except basketball well, maybe. But the accompanying assumption that he was completely asexual as a result of said obsession was a misnomer.
The fact was, Rukawa Kaede had hormones too, just like every other boy his age. He just didn't feel like sharing this fact with every-which-who that came along. And maybe that was because unlike most male teenagers his age, he liked boys. But not just any boy in particular, no, he lusted after his sweet and innocent Kogure-sempai. Now there was an asexual individual.
He didnt even know how it happened. One day he was just minding his own business, going about his life, and then BAM-- suddenly it was like he was really seeing Kogure for the first time. And then he was seeing him in his dreams. And then he was thinking about him all hours of the waking day as well. And were not talking about fangirly love-heart thoughts here. He wanted Kogure-sempai. Badly.
But how to approach such a gentle-soul? How to approach this quiet, unassuming... yes, mild-mannered individual, who had no idea he possessed the kind of legs you just wanted to wrap around your waist and hold on to for the ride? He couldnt even look his sempai in the eye when he was having those kind of thoughts. And now, well yeah, the telephone thing was starting to look like a good idea.
What the hell.
. . .
Moshi Moshi, Kogure residence.
Rukawa slammed down the phone.
Holy hell.
What was he thinking?
* * *
Okay, so that was stupid. Why the heck had he freaked out like that?
Resolved not to turn into one of his own freaky fangirls he picked up the phone and dialed Kogures number again.
. . .
Moshi Moshi, Kogure residence.
Rukawa froze, resolved not to hang up even though his whole body wanted to, but he found himself unable to speak either.
Hello? Kogure repeated.
The silence stretched.
Hello? Kogure repeated again, but more softly, concerned, and the seeming intimacy in Kogures voice sent shivers down Rukawas back... and straight down to into his pants.
Ano...? Kogure said softly, and Rukawa felt a tangible twinge downstairs. He slammed down the phone as he groaned, losing himself completely as he put his hand down his shorts.
* * *
He was an idiot. There was no two-ways about it. He had actually turned into one of those stupid groupies of his.
But he hoped to god that those girls werent doing the same thing he had done when he had hung up the phone... because that was just really really creepy.
Shit.
He was a creepy phone pervert.
But he couldnt help it either. For a whole week now he couldnt get the sound of Kogures voice out of his head. Or his hands out of his pants as a result, dammit. And he had to fight to not call up his sempais house every night just to hear Kogure speak to him, and only him, in that soft, husky voice that just seemed damningly perfect for the bedroom.
Rukawa moaned. Yes, he had his hand in his pants again. Dammit dammit dammit.
He looked over at the phone on his bedside table
Maybe just one last time
. . .
Moshi Moshi, Kogure residence.
Rukawa bit his lip, his hardness twitching in his hand.
Hello? Kogure repeated.
Rukawas breath quickened as he lengthened his strokes. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered how totally wrong this whole thing was, but he really couldnt give a damn either.
... Hello? Kogure said again.
Still Rukawa didnt answer. In fact, all thoughts of even trying to answer his sempai had vanished completely at the first hello, replaced by the need in his hand and the fervent desire for the voice feeding that need. He wished to god that somehow Kogure would stay on the phone, talk to him, whatever, anything
Oh, Kogure said softly. Its you again.
Rukawa didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Or both.
Still not answering? Kogure commented amusedly.
Let me guess..." the older boy continued, "Maybe its because youre too busy touching yourself?
Rukawa froze.
I can tell by the way youre breathing youre getting off on this arent you?
Rukawas jaw would've dropped if he hadn't closed his mouth to stop breathing immediately.
Thats ok, you dont have to stop... Kogure said. In fact, I think Ill join you.
Paralyzed with shock, Rukawa heard the unmistakably familiar sound of cloth rustling as his sempai obviously moved to lay down on something... his couch? His bed?!
Mmm Kogure moaned softly. Im putting my hand into my underwear now And Rukawa actually heard the sound of clothes being readjusted against skin.
Kogure moaned again.
Ahh Im already hard. the older boy said, and Rukawas length twitched painfully in his hand, reminding him of his need. In a trance he began to move his hand again.
Im going to imagine its you touching me down there... and maybe you can imagine that its me youre touching, that youre rubbing me up and down right now A gasp escaped Rukawas throat as he began to pump his had faster.
Oh yessss Kogure hissed. Thats so good he moaned, his breathing becoming heavy like Rukawas.
I want more... Kogure moaned, and then Rukawa heard a wet, sucking sound and a strangled moaning noise, like it had come from deep in Kogures throat.
Ive just wet my fingers, the older boy said, and now Im going to put them inside myself...
A gasping noise over the line.
Unh... oh yeah... And now Im going to imagine its you, doing it to me.
Rukawa groaned into his pillow.
OHHHH yes! Kogure moaned loudly, and Rukawa felt himself coming closer to his climax.
Ohh... Ah Im going to come! Kogure groaned, and Rukawa sprayed his seed all over himself.
A couple of long minutes later, Rukawa came back to his senses and picked up the receiver he had dropped on his bed.
Youre back. Kogure said breathlessly.
Rukawa nodded, but then remembered his sempai couldnt see him, didnt even know it was him.
Did you like that? Kogure asked.
. . .
... Yes. Rukawa whispered hoarsely.
. . .
... So did I. Kogure replied.
. . .
Well have to do that in person some time, Rukawa-kun.
. . .
Rukawa stared at the receiver as the line went dead.
* * *
Rukawa didnt go to school the next day. Skipped basketball practice too. He didnt really know what to expect whether the whole school would be whispering about what a flaming hentai he was or whether they would even let him in the school to begin with. And worse, how could he ever face his sempai again?
He drove himself mad with these thoughts all day, pacing up and down in his house like some kind of caged animal. When night finally arrived he decided to head out to the court at school, hoping that the exercise would help him get the craziness out of his system. He put himself through a hard practise that night, and as he knew it would, it helped ease some of that anxious tension that had been building up all day.
But then, when he had just finished changing, he heard the locker room door creak open.
I guess if youre going to be here all night I shouldnt expect any phone calls.
Rukawa froze, the anxiety he had worked to get rid of all rushing back in one moment.
Whats the matter, still got nothing to say? Kogure prodded.
Rukawa sighed. It was time to face the music. Slowly he turned around to face his sempai.
How did you know it was me? Rukawa asked.
What, you never heard of caller ID? Kogure replied. As vice-captain of the team Im quite familiar with your number from our files.
Rukawa sighed.
Gomen. he apologized.
Youre sorry? For what? Kogure asked.
... If I offended you, or anything... Rukawa said.
Offended me? Kogure laughed.
Rukawa frowned, confused.
Did I sound offended? Kogure asked.
Rukawa blinked. Now that he thought about it...
Na Rukawa Kogure said softly, and Rukawa was shocked to discover his sempai suddenly standing extremely close, close enough to be playing with one of the buttons on Rukawas shirt.
Rukawa stepped backwards instinctively but didnt have far to go, backing into the table behind him. Kogure looked up at him.
I did say we would have to do that in person some time, didnt I? Kogure said, the corner of his mouth curving upward into a sly smile.
Rukawa blinked again.
The next second lips were locked and clothes were flying, and he had picked his sempai up off the ground, turning around to sit him on the table behind them. Sometime during this frenzied manoeuvring Kogure had taken Rukawas fingers into his mouth, sucking on them hungrily, and Rukawa moaned as his hardened length throbbed in response.
Hurriedly Kogure brought Rukawas wet digits down between his legs, leaning back on the table and spreading himself for better access. Rukawa wasted no time, prodding within his sempais warmth and preparing him as the older boy gasped and held on to him. And in an instant all of Rukawas fantasies were fulfilled as he wrapped his sempais legs around his waist and seated himself inside, the older boy clinging to him and moaning wantonly in his ear.
Oh yesss Rukawa do it to me just like that! the older boy gasped among many other things along those lines, and Rukawa happily obliged.
Much, much later on, Rukawa wondered that he ever thought Kogure to be mild-mannered, gentle, and even innocent. But then again, anyone that would've thought that about Rukawa wouldve been be dead wrong as well. He supposed it was true what they said... its the quiet ones you have to look out for.
* * *
Unnnh Rukawa! Im coming! AH! Kogure shouted, throwing his head back as he rode on top of Rukawa, fisting himself furiously and spraying himself all over Rukawas chest. Rukawa gripped Kogures rear tightly in his hands as he responded in kind, arching his back up off the bed as he climaxed deep inside the older boy.
Rukawa collapsed onto his back, loosening his grasp on the other boy and sliding his hands down Kogures thighs. Still breathing heavily, Kogure leaned forward over Rukawa, lazily placing his fingers on Rukawas chest and scooping up his climax. With a grin Kogure pushed his sticky fingers into Rukawas mouth. Hungrily Rukawa lapped at the wet digits with his tongue.
Mmmm you like that dont you? Kogure murmured, and it turned Rukawa on so much that he felt himself hardening again inside the older boy.
Kogures eyebrows flew up in surprise.
Again? So soon?
Rukawa smirked, grabbing Kogure and flipping him onto his back, his hips beginning a slow thrusting rhythm as his mouth worked against Kogures neck. The older boy sighed, exasperated, but pleased.
What are you going to do without me when I go to college? Ne Rukawa? Kogure breathed.
Youre going to have to get a private phone line. Rukawa growled.
~ owari
A/N: I mustve been very hormonal when I wrote this because I woke up and wrote it in half a day when I havent touched any of my half-written fics for years. Ah well, I like 'em short and smutty ;)
completed March 29 '08