"Kaede?"

...

"Kaede!"

The slim, lovely woman by the bottom of the stairs let out a soft sigh before turning back to the tall, young man standing at her front door.

With a shake of her head, "Gomen ne, I think he's still sleeping," she told him.

Sendoh Akira rolled his basketball lightly up and down his right hip. "Oh," he uttered, with a faint trace of disappointment in his deep voice.

"Does he know you're coming over?"

"H-hai. I told him I'd be here by six."

"Oh that sleepyhead. Must've forgotten to set his alarm again."

"No biggie, ma'am. I'll just wait 'til he gets up."

"Tell you what, sweetie," the woman smiled, glancing at the mirror to her left as she approached Sendoh, "why don't you just go on up and wake him up yourself. I'm sure my baby wouldn't mind." She gave the teenaged boy an assuring tap on his left arm and then slipped into her pink sandals neatly lined up with her other shoes against the wall.

"You think so?" Sendoh cracked a smile of his own, taking a step further inside.

"Sure, go on."

"Um, okay."

"Oh, if I'm not back yet by the time you two leave, don't forget to lock up, alright?"

"We won't," Sendoh graciously bowed. "Arigatou gozaimashita, Rukawa-san. I hope you have a great time at the market."

"I will, Akira-kun. Ja!" She gave him a pretty smile once again before slinging her big wicker basket on her right arm and finally stepping out of the house.

Sendoh took one last glimpse at the woman as the door closed behind her.

Then he sighed.

It was such a pity her equally-lovely son didn't take after her personality, too.

Oh well...

Casting that little thought aside, Sendoh promptly slipped out of his Air Jordan shoes before letting his socked feet step on up the shiny hallway parquet. He deposited his basketball and hand towel on the wooden chair by the wall and proceeded to walk up the carpeted stairs to the second floor.

Save for the soft rustling of his shorts against his thighs, it was as quiet as a benchwarmer's fan club inside the house.

In a few moments, Sendoh caught sight of the familiar blue door from just across the top of the stairs. Raking his hand once through his thick, pointy black hair, he strode over to the shut door.

"Kaede?" he called out, checking first if the room's occupant was still really asleep. Getting no response of any sort, Sendoh decided to open the door.

Slowly, he poked his spiky head into the room, and then beheld Rukawa Kaede in his bed lying half-covered in sheets, sleeping.

Sendoh broke into a massive smile.

After closing the door quietly behind him, he moseyed over to the bed and stooped to sit down on the floor by the bedside table, facing Rukawa. The sleeping young man had his head tilted to the left side of his pillow, his left hand resting on his chest, his right on top of his head.

As the golden rays of the sun continued to slither through the bedside window, Sendoh gazed at the younger boy with keen fondness. He brushed some of the soft, black bangs up his forehead, chuckling gently at the thin line of drool trickling down the corner of his lips. On any other person, the sight would probably disgust him, but on Rukawa, it just seemed to make the guy look more lovable in his eyes.

Then again, just the mere sight of Rukawa was anything but disgusting in his eyes, anyway. Since that fateful day a few months ago that Ryonan High had hosted Shohoku High for a practice game, Rukawa had always looked nothing less than engaging to Sendoh.

And more so now, now that they've started seeing each other since a couple of weeks back, now that Sendoh's found out there was a lot more to the rookie Shohoku ace than the cold, quiet, and selfish person everyone thought him to be.

If only Sendoh had known how much he'd enjoy spending time with Rukawa -- and not just when they play basketball together -- the Ryonan ace would've already made up his mind to get close to him since Day One.

But all the same, he was just thankful he was even able to gain the aloof boy's trust and affection. That feat alone was enough for him.

Unable to resist himself, Sendoh placed the tip of his left thumb by Rukawa's mouth, catching his drool before the tiniest drop could hit the bed covers. Carefully, he slid his thumb up to Rukawa's lips, letting the cool saliva run down along his own finger instead.

Suddenly, Rukawa stirred. Just as Sendoh was about to withdraw his finger, the raven-haired boy began to make a soft, moaning sound, and then surprised the spiky-haired boy by parting his lips and letting his tongue stroke Sendoh's thumb.

A quiver coursed all through Sendoh's body.

With utmost fascination drawn on his handsome features, he sat there unable to do anything but look on, and gasp, as Rukawa then took his thumb half-way inside his mouth and pleasurably sucked on it.

Before Sendoh could wonder if Rukawa was even aware of his act, the younger boy now started to open his eyes and then sucked on Sendoh's thumb with more fervor as his fox-like, deep blue eyes locked onto the older boy's own dark blue pair. Sendoh stared deep into Rukawa's orbs, simpering as he caught what seemed to be some twinkle of playfulness in them.

Slowly, then, Rukawa slid his lips off Sendoh's thumb. He gave the moist digit a small, lazy kiss, before the edges of his lips curled up into a small, lazy smile. "Ohayo," he greeted him in his low, flat voice.

Sendoh flashed the broadest grin, letting his thumb glide one last time along Rukawa's lips. Funny that, just a couple of weeks back, Rukawa could hardly even stand to look straight, much less smile, back at him. "Ohayo...koi," he greeted in return.

Just then, Rukawa gave Sendoh an intense, desirous stare.

For the second time in the past few minutes or so, the older boy felt himself quivering from head to toe.

At any rate, the quivering lasted no longer than a moment, for Sendoh now coiled his left arm on Rukawa's waist as he leaned closer to him and made their lips touch for a tender kiss.

And another one.

Alright, three...four...eleven more.

"There, let's stop at your jersey number," Sendoh grinned, parting his lips finally from Rukawa's, "eleven. That's eleven good-morning kisses for ya."

"That was twelve I counted, baka," Rukawa himself grinned, just as slyly, but just not as broadly. Stretching his arms out, he glanced at the small clock on his bedside table. "Thought I set the alarm," he mumbled with a slight frown.

"'S'okay," Sendoh shrugged off the seeming apology. "So. You ready to play?"

"Of course," Rukawa shot back. "Are you?"

"Huh. You know I am."

The two young men locked eyes for the next several seconds, neither one seemingly bent on wrenching their gaze away first. Until:

"So, what're you waiting for, kiddo," Sendoh flashed another grin, "get that ass up right now."

"Okay," Rukawa's lips twitched in a knowing simper. "Then let go o'me."

And it was only then that Sendoh realized he still had his arm tightly curled around Rukawa's waist. "Oh yeah, gomen," he chuckled, lifting his arm off. "I didn't notice."

Rukawa cocked an eyebrow in response, but nonetheless started to get up at last. He slipped off from under his cotton sheets and then ambled his way to the bathroom door from across the bed.

Down on the floor, Sendoh followed Rukawa's every move with intent eyes.

His tongue rolled involuntarily across his upper lip as he stared at Rukawa's tall, lean figure, flimsily clad in a pair of light blue boxer shorts and a faded Bulls jersey. Although he'd grabbed himself a light breakfast before he left his house, Sendoh just felt so insatiably hungry all of a sudden.

As Rukawa stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him, Sendoh climbed onto the abandoned bed and lay sighing in the familiar warmth and silken feel of his koibito's sheets. He half-buried his face in the pillows, relishing in the eternally pleasant scent of the cotton, and then rocked his supine body gently on the soft mattress.

Ahh, he could just lie in that bed all day. Yes, just lie there all curled up with Rukawa all day.

With his Kaede. All day.

On that thought, Sendoh grinned.

Resting his hands snugly under his head, "Kaede?" he called out, almost purred.

"Nani," Rukawa answered him from the bath.

"Looks like it's gonna rain, don't ya think?"

"Iie," was the prompt, simple reply.

The grin on Sendoh's face broadened still, and he glanced at the clear, bright sky through the glass window. "It's gonna rain," he nearly chortled through his fibbing words, "uh-huh, I'm telling ya. It's gonna be bad weather the whole day. Maybe we could just have that one-on-one tomorrow, y'know?"

Silence.

"What d'you think? Koi?"

"... Akira."

"Hai?"

The bathroom door creaked open, revealing a smirking Rukawa leaning his hip against the side of the frame, wiping his face with a towel. "Why don't you just say it outright, ahou."

"Say what outright?" asked Sendoh, fighting the strong urge to smirk back.

"That you just wanna fuck."

As if on cue, Sendoh felt himself harden. "What makes you say I just wanta fuck?"

"Wild guess," the still-smirking Rukawa shrugged, before tossing his towel to the floor and making his way back to the bed.

Sendoh smiled to himself. A big, eager, perverted smile.

Yosh. His koibito was just as horny as him right now.

As Sendoh shut his smiling eyes, Rukawa began to climb back then onto the bed. The older boy could sense Rukawa crawling up over him like a stealthy cat, until he felt the red-hot breath from the younger boy's mouth against his own.

"Look," Rukawa whispered -- almost purred?

At once Sendoh opened his eyes and chuckled as he saw Rukawa wearing a funny-looking hat. In a second or two, though, his chuckling came to a complete halt as it gradually occurred to him that it wasn't really a hat there atop Rukawa's head, but his boxer shorts. Uh-huh, the same light blue pair of boxers he was wearing just a moment ago.

Just then, Rukawa sat himself down on the supine boy, letting him know that he really was naked from the waist down by making his crotch touch Sendoh's bulging own underneath his black shorts.

Sendoh let out a moan. His eyes glided down to his groin, down to Rukawa's bare and raging erection fixed right on top of his. He promptly grabbed hold of those pale, bare hips, before he sat up and pulled his koibito closer to himself for a full kiss.

Rukawa wrapped his arms around Sendoh's neck, letting the sophomore's tongue slip into his willing mouth. Sendoh, meanwhile, cupped one side of the freshman's face with his left hand and let his right stroke the smooth nakedness of his buttocks.

As the two boys further deepened their kiss, Rukawa coiled his long, slim legs around Sendoh and then rubbed himself slowly, yet zealously, against him. Sendoh unglued his lips off Rukawa's to let loose another long, sonorous moan. His caressing hands slid up in an effort to take his koibito's jersey and hat off, and in seconds Rukawa was left stark-naked in his fierce embrace.

"No fair," Rukawa murmured, lifting Sendoh's shirt off of him likewise.

With his own shirt now off, Sendoh disentangled his legs momentarily from Rukawa so he could strip himself of his shorts as well. The moment Sendoh got rid of his lower clothing, Rukawa crouched down before his bare groin and then parted his lean legs to lick the moist tip of his thickened cock.

A wild moan broke out of Sendoh this time as Rukawa fondled his testicles lightly and fervidly passed his tongue over all along his rigid shaft. He wove his fingers through Rukawa's jet-black strands and felt his hips buck as the younger boy now began to take him deep into his warm mouth.

"Kaede," Sendoh half-moaned, half-cried out, arching his back as Rukawa further spread his legs out to stroke his inner thighs. Rukawa heightened the pace of his blow, and the grasps on his hair turned tighter as his sucking became even harder.

In a few more moments, Sendoh reached his orgasm, and Rukawa made sure he swallowed every last bit of the hot fluid.

Slowly, then, Rukawa released Sendoh and pushed him back on his shoulders to lie on the bed. As soon as Sendoh laid himself out once again over the sheets, Rukawa laid himself prone right on top of him. And before he could even finish savoring all of Sendoh's lingering taste in his mouth, Rukawa engaged him in another full kiss.

Sendoh hooked his arms and legs around the hot, slender body over him, making sure there wasn't a string of space between them.

After crushing each other's lips for a minute or two more, Rukawa began to slide his mouth down to Sendoh's neck, giving the older boy small, tender nips on his snow-white skin. He moved down even further to Sendoh's chest and clamped his still-hungry lips around a stiff, sensitive nipple.

"No fair," this time it was Sendoh who murmured the words. He took a firm grasp of Rukawa's lean shoulders, and then flipped themselves over as he himself worried a nipple of his koibito's.

Rukawa arched his back, his fingers clutching weakly at Sendoh's spiky locks.

In a little while, Sendoh plucked his lips off Rukawa's chest and then sat himself right on top of the boy's groin. He bent slightly over as he fixed his earnest eyes on the sight laid out before him, and then just heard himself gasp in utter admiration. Rukawa's smooth, milky-white skin just seemed to glow against the golden rays of sunshine, and to Sendoh this was a novel sight of some sort, since he was used to gazing at his koibito naked against the silver sparkle of moonlight. Those stark blue eyes seemed to bore right through his soul and those shiny, pink lips just seemed wanting, begging, to be conquered by him.

Sendoh was just about to marvel at Rukawa, about to speak his every adoring thought out, when the Shohoku ace uttered,

"I think you're beautiful, Akira."

Rukawa raised a hand then to Sendoh's cheek and cracked a minute smile as his fingers caressed the blush now staining it.

Touched by Rukawa's rare display of affection, Sendoh squeezed the warm hand by his face and then leaned further down to, yet again, give his koibito a deep kiss.

He let his ardent tongue swirl around Rukawa's mouth, before licking his ravaged lips, and then slipping two of his fingers between them. Without hesitation Rukawa took the fingers in, sucking tenderly on them, moistening them.

Sendoh straightened up again as he slid his fingers out of Rukawa's mouth. He lifted himself off the boy and sat back on his socked heels, then propped the back of Rukawa's knees up onto his broad shoulders.

With extreme care, Sendoh slipped his moistened fingers inside the tightness of Rukawa's behind, giving him the most reassuring smile as he stretched his taut muscles for his entry. Rukawa lifted himself up onto his elbows, gasping and quivering and clutching at his sheets as Sendoh continued to lubricate him.

In a few more moments, Sendoh finally, slowly, pulled his wet digits out. As he did so, he fervidly licked Rukawa's balls and the smooth underside of his hardened cock, causing Rukawa to throw his head back and rock his hips to and fro.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Sendoh then kneeled between Rukawa's legs and took a firm grip of his slender hips. Rukawa hooked his right leg securely around Sendoh's waist, his left just under Sendoh's arm.

Inch by inch Sendoh buried himself into that hot, tight rear pucker, and as Rukawa arched his back again in reflex, the older boy began to thrust in and out of him without pause.

For a good few minutes, the two young men filled the still, morning air with their moans.

As Sendoh thrust himself faster and harder, he sheathed Rukawa's swollen arousal with his right hand and then draped his left arm across Rukawa's shoulders, pulling him to himself so he could once again plunder his mouth with a kiss.

Rukawa placed his quivering hands on Sendoh's shoulders, moaning into the savage kiss the older boy had locked him yet again into.

After a while, they broke their kiss up for air, and Sendoh just thrust even faster and harder into Rukawa. Rukawa curled his own fingers around Sendoh's sliding fast up and down his member, and together they moaned the other's name out by each other's ear.

With their chests pressing against each other and hips grinding mad, the two boys rocked in union for a few more pleasure-filled seconds, until they finally reached climax.

And then, with both bliss and exhaustion written out on their faces, Sendoh collapsed right on top of Rukawa, pulling their sweaty six-foot bodies into a tight embrace. In return, Rukawa hooked his wilted limbs around Sendoh.

Sendoh huffed and puffed against Rukawa's hair, smiling at the immense warmth of his supposedly ice prince's embrace.

There was no doubt about it now, alright. Sendoh could truly just lie there hugging the guy all day. Heh.

He raised his head for a quick peek at Rukawa and, as he'd expected, his sleep-hungry koibito already had his eyes shut for a doze.

For the umpteenth time just this morning, Sendoh smiled.

Before he could rest his head again beside Rukawa's, the foxy boy surprised him yet anew by parting his lips and letting three soft, heartfelt words slip past them:

"Ai shiteru, hentai."

With his eyes still shut Rukawa let his lips form the tiniest, prettiest smile before he hugged Sendoh even tighter to himself.

Sendoh stared seriously at Rukawa for a full minute more, and then, as he began to part his own lips for a reply, the clock on the beside table just suddenly rang. Loud.

Huh, Rukawa had set his alarm after all.

"Stupid shit," muttered Sendoh, reaching for the noisy alarm clock. He snatched the thing off the table and silenced it by shooting it smack into the little waste can across the room.

He smiled in satisfaction.

Then he turned back to the snoozing young man with him and said, "Ai shiteru, hentai no koi," before closing his eyes and letting his contented self curl up more comfortably for the remaining heavenly hours of the day.

END