Release Me ~ Part 1
by the diggler
Warnings: This chapter contains YAOI lemon [explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY]
A/N: Just coz there's multiple chapters doesn't mean there's any depth to this plot. As usual, it's all about the lemon scenes. coz I am a hentai. It's that simple. *grin*
Disclaimers: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al. Title is again inspired by Pearl Jam.
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It had started out so simple.
Simple respect...
Simple admiration...
Simple desire...
Simple lust...
And it all came down to one simple need:
Release.
God how he needed it, wanted it, just HAD to screw that boy so hard he wouldn't know where to start looking for his brains afterwards... or be screwed just as hard...
And he couldn't escape it.
He thought about it every second he was awake, and every second he was asleep... his mind and body consumed by overwhelming need at every turn... until he was forced to find some privacy to relieve himself... save himself from insanity.
And that's pretty much where it all began...
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It was raining when he woke up that Saturday, still hard and reeling from the sensual assault of the ghosts in his dream, and he groaned in frustration at his unexpected situation. Not that having wet dreams was unusual for him. In fact, they were quite a frequent occurrence by now. What he hadn't been expecting was the dismal weather.
He muttered a curse as he looked out his window, the steady downpour showing no signs of letting up anytime soon. He had been looking forward to heading to the park today and getting in some extra practice for the coming Winter IH games. And maybe if he trained hard enough, he could work off some of his excess... tension... as well.
Maybe.
It seemed that lately, basketball was no longer enough of a distraction from his new obsession. In fact, training only seemed to make it worse now, as it reminded him of the wealth of visuals he had stored in his memory, ready for use whenever he was alone in his bedroom, or bathroom, or shower...
But that sure as hell wasn't gonna stop him from playing.
Neither was the rain.
He would just go use the gym at school...
Later on though, he realized maybe that hadn't been such a great idea, as sure enough, being alone in the familiar gym made him envision familiar faces... and in the locker room, familiar bodies...
Yeah, maybe he just should've stayed in bed all morning jacking off.
Well, the locker room was empty...
He couldn't resist.
He began to strip as he strode towards the showers, leaving a trail of clothes lying haphazardly in his wake. Turning on the water he reached for the soap, his length already hardening as he quickly lathered his hands with foam.
A low groan escaped his throat as he touched himself, grasping his flesh until it stood out full and dark in his soaped hand. His mind began producing images again, creating visions that made him tighten his grip and quicken the pace.
Suddenly his knees went weak, and he slammed himself back onto the tiled wall to support himself... eyes clenched shut... head thrown back... moaning his name...
He had almost lost himself completely in sensation... when he abruptly noticed an annoying draft of air, chilling his body. Hair standing on the back of his neck, he opened his eyes...
Mitsui, the cause of his miseries, was standing at the door, staring at him with eyes wide open.
He froze.
How long had Mitsui been watching?
Had the other boy heard him?
Most probably. But then why was Mitsui just standing there instead of beating him to a bloody pulp?
He eyed the scar-faced boy warily as questions raced through his brain. But as he did so, he suddenly found any further thought to be too difficult... because the former MVP was looking oh-so-tasty, droplets of rain falling from his blue-black hair, drenched basketball gear clinging tightly to every muscle, every curve, every... bulge...
He unconsciously began stroking himself again as he took in the visual feast before his eyes.
And then he saw the bulge in Mitsui's shorts grow even larger...
In a haze he found himself moving closer, falling to his knees before the scar-faced boy, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Mitsui's shorts to peel the slick material away.
"What are you doing?"
He wanted to see with his own eyes the mystery that tormented him day and night. Feel with his own hands... lips... taste with his own tongue...
"Rukawa?"
He answered by swallowing Mitsui whole, sucking on deliciously soft flesh.
"Oh fuuuuck..." was the groan he was rewarded with, and he mewled hungrily as he felt his sempai hardening even more inside his willing mouth.
He lifted his hands to cup Mitsui's firm backside, pulling him closer... deeper... and felt the older boy's fingers hesitantly fisting in his hair. And then he let his own fingers roam, kneading the supple flesh of his sempai's rear... his lower back... his inner thighs... losing himself in every texture, every sound, and every flavour.
He began to suck harder, as if he could somehow draw more of that pulsing hardness inside, loving the feel of the older boy's throbbing flesh against the walls of his mouth, and wanting more.
His sempai's hips began moving in response, making small jerky thrusts into his mouth, as if the scar-faced boy was trying not to, but was unable to stop himself.
Vaguely he noticed Mitsui's grip tightening in his hair, the older boy cursing through gritted teeth as he began pushing his hips faster.
And soon all he could feel was Mitsui's cock in his mouth, sliding back and forth against his lips, smooth and pulsing and hard.
Suddenly Mitsui cried out, and the scar-faced boy's climax spilled into his mouth. And he held on tight, making sure he received all of his sempai's fluids, waiting until every tiny twitch and shudder inside his hungry mouth had ceased.
He pulled back as he swallowed the last drops, licking his lips clean as he regained his focus.
The older boy was looking down at him, panting hard, guilt plastered all over his face.
"What... what have we done?" the scar-faced boy stammered.
Hastily Mitsui pulled up his pants, ran out without another word.
For a few seconds Rukawa was motionless, still kneeling on the shower floor, regaining his breath and consciousness... and thus realizing that he was still painfully hard between his legs. He quickly brought his hand back to his crotch to finish the job, groaning loudly at the much needed friction, pumping himself furiously as he drowned in the flood of new sensations that Mitsui had left behind. And as he came harder than he had ever come before, he couldn't even begin to worry about the repercussions his actions would have on his friendship with his sempai.
Or his sempai's boyfriend...
completed Nov 14 '02 ~ revised July 9 '03