Simply End Remix 20: Stop Pretending
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lecanisA/N: Sorry for being slow, but here's a chapter. Not quite the end yet. :P
Oh, and the icon I'm using here is part of this picture, done for me by Lenap: pics.livejournal.com/lecanis/pic/00002252/g2
Chapter 20: Stop Pretending
Dinner turned into a walk, and the walk turned into the two men standing outside the door to Kotetsu’s apartment and fidgeting a little, looking at each other. “Mmm, this was nice,” Iruka said, fiddling with the collar on his shirt, the cream fabric smooth under his touch.
Genma nodded, licking his lips, looking down to where his hand was still holding Iruka‘s, playing with his fingers. “Really nice, just relaxing and spending time with you.” He leaned in to place a kiss on Iruka’s cheek, moist lips brushing against soft tan skin, hazel eyes closing in pleasure.
Iruka gave in and stopped fidgeting with his shirt in order to wrap his free arm around Genma’s waist. “I want to have more of these times, many more of them, where I can just see you and be with you.
Genma grinned and leaned in to place another soft kiss on the younger man’s cheek, almost as if the kiss were a stall for time. “Mmm, I should go, Ruka-kun. But yes, we will have many more of these times, I promise you.” He knew he shouldn’t promise anything of the sort, that they were both shinobi and should know better, that any moment they could both be dead. But the “assuming we don’t die tomorrow” and the “if it’s up to me” went unspoken, understood.
“Yeah, you should. Maybe tomorrow after I get off we can…” Iruka started, but his arms were wrapping themselves around Genma as he spoke, and he laid his head on his shoulder silently instead of finishing the sentence.
The tokujo was just opening his mouth for more inane chatter when the door opened and a man with spiky hair wearing nothing but a bandage across his nose and a pair of boxers came out and slapped him upside the back of the head. “Kami, you guys are driving me crazy just listening to you! Get your asses in here and stop pretending you’re not going to have sex.”
Genma laughed. Iruka glowered. Kotetsu rolled his eyes. “Seriously, get out of my hallway. Either go elsewhere or come in and do something interesting. For me to eavesdrop on if not watch.” He crossed his arms and stood waiting.
Iruka grinned his best prankster grin. “Come on, Genma, maybe we should just go back to your place then…”
The hand that grabbed him by the collar of his shirt was not unexpected, but the force with which he was stopped short was. “Nope. You are staying. Your little boyfriend here is invited until just after breakfast, then he’s kicked out.”
Genma raised an eyebrow, but Iruka just laughed. “No use arguing with him, Gen-chan, come on.” He pulled Genma inside the apartment, pausing to place a soft kiss on the lips of his friend before realizing it might seem odd to do so in
front of his… boyfriend? But the gesture went by without comment, and before he knew it he was sprawled out on the guest room bed with Genma.
“Mmm, he has a good point, standing around being uncomfortable in the hallway because we want to make love but feel we shouldn’t is rather silly of us. And whether we do or we don’t, the thing we’re really trying to avoid is getting wrapped up in our own little world, and being each other’s whole lives, and it’s a whole separate issue.” Iruka said quietly, leaning his head against Genma’s shoulder.
The older man gave a slight smile, tipping his lover‘s face up so he could see it. “Why do I feel more nervous now than I did when things were still uncertain?”
The mischievous grin that spread over Iruka’s face took Genma back for a moment, and took his breath away with the sweetness of the memories, finally starting to uncoil from the pain that had been wrapped around them for so long. “That’s because you’re just a backwards kind of guy, Gen-chan.” He teased, shifting a bit to get his lips against the underside of the older man’s jaw. “If you’re nervous though, I’ll gladly be gentle with you,” he teased further, fiddling with the first button of Genma’s shirt, finally popping it open and simply sliding his hand against the tan skin beneath.
Genma rolled his eyes. “That’s not the kind of nervous I meant, Ruka-kun,” he started, and then the thought hit him. Iruka, making love to me. Iruka. Holding me, touching me, inside me. Ruka-kun, and it’s been so long, I don’t think he’s done that since we were together, even before Kakashi, when we played around sometimes, he never…
Hazel eyes focused in on darker brown ones, and the sentence he’d been planning to utter disappeared. “Please, Ruka.”
Iruka gave a little laugh and pressed a soft kiss to warm skin just uncovered as he popped another button. “Anything you want, Gen-chan, I’m yours now.” The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt as if they said exactly the thing he was supposed to be avoiding. Genma’s. He couldn’t be all Genma’s, because he belonged to so many other people as well, not just Tetsu and Zumo but all his friends, and Kakashi in some way, always, and his students and his comrades and…
The sensei forced the thoughts away. He wasn’t going to second-guess every single thing he said to his lover, wasn’t going to ruin what was between them with over-thinking and fear, just as he wasn’t going to let it engulf him. He slid his tongue across Genma’s skin as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his arms carefully, exploring his lover’s skin, strewing kisses and licks across the scarred and marred and perfect chest, unsurprised when Genma’s hands came down to tangle in his hair.
The lighter tan hands remained tangled in chocolate locks for as long as they could, as Iruka’s mouth wandered over Genma, finishing with his chest to slide down and play around his belly as Iruka’s slightly-unsteady hands went down to unfasten Genma’s pants, as he slid his tongue over the tip of Genma’s shaft while pulling the pants down, as Genma squirmed a bit to get them off.
The grip on Iruka’s hair wasn’t given up as the younger man slid his mouth down over Genma’s member, lip playing along the bottom of the shaft, teeth just barely touching the top of it. Brown eyes and hazel locked. Everything stopped, every bit of motion fell away for a long moment as they merely rested their, Genma’s hands in Iruka’s hair, Iruka’s mouth closed over Genma, a pose they had found themselves in more times than they could remember, years ago, when their life together had been something they thought would never end.
The sensei let his mouth slide off with a slight pop, and slid up his lover’s body, arms going around him tightly, mouth meeting mouth in a devouring kiss, hungry, full of need for an assurance that they truly were here again, this was truly them again, not play, not a stolen moment. Tongue slid across tongue, both experienced now, no slight hesitation from the younger man as he tried to get his bearings, no wondering “Am I doing this right? Am I good enough for him?”, no fear on the older man’s part that he was taking advantage, going too far, taking love he couldn’t give back.
The intensity quivered in the air, within them, around them, every bit of energy they had seeming to meld itself into the kiss, the moment, the understanding between them. Kissing became touching, exploring each other’s bodies, bumping against each other almost awkwardly in the rush to have some kind of connection, something, anything linking them further physically.
Iruka had almost forgotten what he’d offered by the time Genma reached out behind them for lube and pressed it into his hand, too caught up, not caring about sexual release beyond this emotional release that he’d needed. He laughed easily and took the bottle, upended it with one hand in a motion that he’d learned from Genma in the first place, and then slid slick fingers around to explore Genma’s passage, gently preparing him.
Any moans Genma might have made as he was touched were swallowed up by a hot mouth against his own, and he slid his arms around to caress his lover’s back, the scar tissue there, still new to him in some odd way though it had been there for years now, because it hadn’t been when Iruka was young, when they had first met, fallen in love, all those years ago. He let his fingers trail over it, learn every bump and ridge, because it was this man now that he loved, not just the image of the young Iruka he had lost.
No words passed between them, no need for the “I love you’s” or “are you ready” or “is this okay?”, no need either for “you’re so hot” or “I want you” or “fuck me already” because everything was understood between them, their bodies and their minds and hearts known to each other for so long they could have spoken for one another easily, their shared history a palpable part of their lovemaking now.
By the time Iruka finally entered him, Genma was more than ready, pressed eagerly against his partner’s flesh, so that they were joined quickly and smoothly, Iruka laying pressed close to him, the tokujo’s legs spread on either side of the familiar beloved body, eyes meeting eyes, lips meeting lips.
Nothing more than grinding, rocking, for a long moment, and then deep slow thrusts, their bodies pressing as close as they could to each other. Genma’s body was tight around Iruka, pulling him, drawing them both closer to the edge they’d already fallen over in all the ways that mattered, drawing their bodies to the ecstasy they had already created for themselves.
Their moans mingled together, and Iruka slid a hand around to touch Genma’s erection, pressed between them, wrapping around it and sliding so gently with his thrusts, taking care of him, giving him pleasure. One especially slow thrust ground right against the older man’s sweet spot just as Iruka’s hand gave a particularly firm pull, and the mischievous grin that touched the sensei’s face told his lover it had been planned that way.
Genma went wild, Iruka’s name on his lips, his whole body clenching and releasing at once, the pressure that had been building inside him for days with the whole mess their romantic lives had been letting go, and he came between them, streaking white across two shades of tan skin.
His lover followed close behind, pressing into him a couple of more times, riding out Genma’s orgasm, appreciating the spasming around him, the look on Genma’s face, the single tear that trailed down his cheek. Then he was over the edge himself, his vision turning dark and every bit of his attention on his lover. He whispered in Genma’s ear, nonsense, something about love maybe, or some bit of their history he wasn’t even sure.
But what Genma heard was very clear, and the words made him smile. “One must begin simply…”
It was an hour later when a completely nude tan body slid out of the bed and roamed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water, to find the owner of the apartment sprawled on the couch watching porn, not even touching himself, just watching. “I take it you were disappointed you didn’t get screaming and begging and dirty talk?” Iruka asked teasingly.
Kotetsu gave a little sad sigh, but his face turned up in a smile. “Listen to? Hell, I was going to watch… cracked the door and everything, but you two were so caught up you didn’t even notice. And what I saw…”
The smile widened, “Nah, I’m not disappointed. Wasn’t going to watch that, though, just like I wouldn’t let you watch if Izumo and I were making love that way.”
Iruka gulped his glass of water and then plopped down on the couch beside his friend. “Mmm, it was nice,” he said softly.
Kotetsu raised an eyebrow. “He’s still gone after breakfast, and you can kindly get your sex-smelling ass off my couch before I decide you need another round, unless you want to at least give my lonely self head or something.”
Iruka snickered and moved, heading back to his bed in his friend’s home to curl up around his lover, dropping off to sleep more readily than he had in weeks.
Oh, and the icon I'm using here is part of this picture, done for me by Lenap: pics.livejournal.com/lecanis/pic/00002252/g2
Chapter 20: Stop Pretending
Dinner turned into a walk, and the walk turned into the two men standing outside the door to Kotetsu’s apartment and fidgeting a little, looking at each other. “Mmm, this was nice,” Iruka said, fiddling with the collar on his shirt, the cream fabric smooth under his touch.
Genma nodded, licking his lips, looking down to where his hand was still holding Iruka‘s, playing with his fingers. “Really nice, just relaxing and spending time with you.” He leaned in to place a kiss on Iruka’s cheek, moist lips brushing against soft tan skin, hazel eyes closing in pleasure.
Iruka gave in and stopped fidgeting with his shirt in order to wrap his free arm around Genma’s waist. “I want to have more of these times, many more of them, where I can just see you and be with you.
Genma grinned and leaned in to place another soft kiss on the younger man’s cheek, almost as if the kiss were a stall for time. “Mmm, I should go, Ruka-kun. But yes, we will have many more of these times, I promise you.” He knew he shouldn’t promise anything of the sort, that they were both shinobi and should know better, that any moment they could both be dead. But the “assuming we don’t die tomorrow” and the “if it’s up to me” went unspoken, understood.
“Yeah, you should. Maybe tomorrow after I get off we can…” Iruka started, but his arms were wrapping themselves around Genma as he spoke, and he laid his head on his shoulder silently instead of finishing the sentence.
The tokujo was just opening his mouth for more inane chatter when the door opened and a man with spiky hair wearing nothing but a bandage across his nose and a pair of boxers came out and slapped him upside the back of the head. “Kami, you guys are driving me crazy just listening to you! Get your asses in here and stop pretending you’re not going to have sex.”
Genma laughed. Iruka glowered. Kotetsu rolled his eyes. “Seriously, get out of my hallway. Either go elsewhere or come in and do something interesting. For me to eavesdrop on if not watch.” He crossed his arms and stood waiting.
Iruka grinned his best prankster grin. “Come on, Genma, maybe we should just go back to your place then…”
The hand that grabbed him by the collar of his shirt was not unexpected, but the force with which he was stopped short was. “Nope. You are staying. Your little boyfriend here is invited until just after breakfast, then he’s kicked out.”
Genma raised an eyebrow, but Iruka just laughed. “No use arguing with him, Gen-chan, come on.” He pulled Genma inside the apartment, pausing to place a soft kiss on the lips of his friend before realizing it might seem odd to do so in
front of his… boyfriend? But the gesture went by without comment, and before he knew it he was sprawled out on the guest room bed with Genma.
“Mmm, he has a good point, standing around being uncomfortable in the hallway because we want to make love but feel we shouldn’t is rather silly of us. And whether we do or we don’t, the thing we’re really trying to avoid is getting wrapped up in our own little world, and being each other’s whole lives, and it’s a whole separate issue.” Iruka said quietly, leaning his head against Genma’s shoulder.
The older man gave a slight smile, tipping his lover‘s face up so he could see it. “Why do I feel more nervous now than I did when things were still uncertain?”
The mischievous grin that spread over Iruka’s face took Genma back for a moment, and took his breath away with the sweetness of the memories, finally starting to uncoil from the pain that had been wrapped around them for so long. “That’s because you’re just a backwards kind of guy, Gen-chan.” He teased, shifting a bit to get his lips against the underside of the older man’s jaw. “If you’re nervous though, I’ll gladly be gentle with you,” he teased further, fiddling with the first button of Genma’s shirt, finally popping it open and simply sliding his hand against the tan skin beneath.
Genma rolled his eyes. “That’s not the kind of nervous I meant, Ruka-kun,” he started, and then the thought hit him. Iruka, making love to me. Iruka. Holding me, touching me, inside me. Ruka-kun, and it’s been so long, I don’t think he’s done that since we were together, even before Kakashi, when we played around sometimes, he never…
Hazel eyes focused in on darker brown ones, and the sentence he’d been planning to utter disappeared. “Please, Ruka.”
Iruka gave a little laugh and pressed a soft kiss to warm skin just uncovered as he popped another button. “Anything you want, Gen-chan, I’m yours now.” The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt as if they said exactly the thing he was supposed to be avoiding. Genma’s. He couldn’t be all Genma’s, because he belonged to so many other people as well, not just Tetsu and Zumo but all his friends, and Kakashi in some way, always, and his students and his comrades and…
The sensei forced the thoughts away. He wasn’t going to second-guess every single thing he said to his lover, wasn’t going to ruin what was between them with over-thinking and fear, just as he wasn’t going to let it engulf him. He slid his tongue across Genma’s skin as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his arms carefully, exploring his lover’s skin, strewing kisses and licks across the scarred and marred and perfect chest, unsurprised when Genma’s hands came down to tangle in his hair.
The lighter tan hands remained tangled in chocolate locks for as long as they could, as Iruka’s mouth wandered over Genma, finishing with his chest to slide down and play around his belly as Iruka’s slightly-unsteady hands went down to unfasten Genma’s pants, as he slid his tongue over the tip of Genma’s shaft while pulling the pants down, as Genma squirmed a bit to get them off.
The grip on Iruka’s hair wasn’t given up as the younger man slid his mouth down over Genma’s member, lip playing along the bottom of the shaft, teeth just barely touching the top of it. Brown eyes and hazel locked. Everything stopped, every bit of motion fell away for a long moment as they merely rested their, Genma’s hands in Iruka’s hair, Iruka’s mouth closed over Genma, a pose they had found themselves in more times than they could remember, years ago, when their life together had been something they thought would never end.
The sensei let his mouth slide off with a slight pop, and slid up his lover’s body, arms going around him tightly, mouth meeting mouth in a devouring kiss, hungry, full of need for an assurance that they truly were here again, this was truly them again, not play, not a stolen moment. Tongue slid across tongue, both experienced now, no slight hesitation from the younger man as he tried to get his bearings, no wondering “Am I doing this right? Am I good enough for him?”, no fear on the older man’s part that he was taking advantage, going too far, taking love he couldn’t give back.
The intensity quivered in the air, within them, around them, every bit of energy they had seeming to meld itself into the kiss, the moment, the understanding between them. Kissing became touching, exploring each other’s bodies, bumping against each other almost awkwardly in the rush to have some kind of connection, something, anything linking them further physically.
Iruka had almost forgotten what he’d offered by the time Genma reached out behind them for lube and pressed it into his hand, too caught up, not caring about sexual release beyond this emotional release that he’d needed. He laughed easily and took the bottle, upended it with one hand in a motion that he’d learned from Genma in the first place, and then slid slick fingers around to explore Genma’s passage, gently preparing him.
Any moans Genma might have made as he was touched were swallowed up by a hot mouth against his own, and he slid his arms around to caress his lover’s back, the scar tissue there, still new to him in some odd way though it had been there for years now, because it hadn’t been when Iruka was young, when they had first met, fallen in love, all those years ago. He let his fingers trail over it, learn every bump and ridge, because it was this man now that he loved, not just the image of the young Iruka he had lost.
No words passed between them, no need for the “I love you’s” or “are you ready” or “is this okay?”, no need either for “you’re so hot” or “I want you” or “fuck me already” because everything was understood between them, their bodies and their minds and hearts known to each other for so long they could have spoken for one another easily, their shared history a palpable part of their lovemaking now.
By the time Iruka finally entered him, Genma was more than ready, pressed eagerly against his partner’s flesh, so that they were joined quickly and smoothly, Iruka laying pressed close to him, the tokujo’s legs spread on either side of the familiar beloved body, eyes meeting eyes, lips meeting lips.
Nothing more than grinding, rocking, for a long moment, and then deep slow thrusts, their bodies pressing as close as they could to each other. Genma’s body was tight around Iruka, pulling him, drawing them both closer to the edge they’d already fallen over in all the ways that mattered, drawing their bodies to the ecstasy they had already created for themselves.
Their moans mingled together, and Iruka slid a hand around to touch Genma’s erection, pressed between them, wrapping around it and sliding so gently with his thrusts, taking care of him, giving him pleasure. One especially slow thrust ground right against the older man’s sweet spot just as Iruka’s hand gave a particularly firm pull, and the mischievous grin that touched the sensei’s face told his lover it had been planned that way.
Genma went wild, Iruka’s name on his lips, his whole body clenching and releasing at once, the pressure that had been building inside him for days with the whole mess their romantic lives had been letting go, and he came between them, streaking white across two shades of tan skin.
His lover followed close behind, pressing into him a couple of more times, riding out Genma’s orgasm, appreciating the spasming around him, the look on Genma’s face, the single tear that trailed down his cheek. Then he was over the edge himself, his vision turning dark and every bit of his attention on his lover. He whispered in Genma’s ear, nonsense, something about love maybe, or some bit of their history he wasn’t even sure.
But what Genma heard was very clear, and the words made him smile. “One must begin simply…”
It was an hour later when a completely nude tan body slid out of the bed and roamed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water, to find the owner of the apartment sprawled on the couch watching porn, not even touching himself, just watching. “I take it you were disappointed you didn’t get screaming and begging and dirty talk?” Iruka asked teasingly.
Kotetsu gave a little sad sigh, but his face turned up in a smile. “Listen to? Hell, I was going to watch… cracked the door and everything, but you two were so caught up you didn’t even notice. And what I saw…”
The smile widened, “Nah, I’m not disappointed. Wasn’t going to watch that, though, just like I wouldn’t let you watch if Izumo and I were making love that way.”
Iruka gulped his glass of water and then plopped down on the couch beside his friend. “Mmm, it was nice,” he said softly.
Kotetsu raised an eyebrow. “He’s still gone after breakfast, and you can kindly get your sex-smelling ass off my couch before I decide you need another round, unless you want to at least give my lonely self head or something.”
Iruka snickered and moved, heading back to his bed in his friend’s home to curl up around his lover, dropping off to sleep more readily than he had in weeks.
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Hurray for the new chapter!
Date: 2008-09-13 01:32 pm (UTC)Re: Hurray for the new chapter!
Date: 2008-09-13 09:01 pm (UTC)Hehe, they just needed a little push! And having Kotetsu give it to them just seemed right to me.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'm going to try to update sooner next time!
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Date: 2008-09-13 07:21 pm (UTC)i loved that bit about genma and his memories, "the sweetness of the memories, finally starting to uncoil from the pain that had been wrapped around them for so long", it made me feel so happy for him <3 (yeah, i'm still totally feeling with genma it seems, i can't help it =^^=)
someone forgot something in his list of people iruka belongs to... iruka himself! i reread that part a few times because i wasn't sure who thought that... but i guess it was iruka? ;)
my thoughts wander to how they'll wake up in the morning... mmmmmmm <3
*feeling mushy today*
ok, i hope that's coherent, i have to hurry now =3
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Date: 2008-09-13 09:04 pm (UTC)Mmm, yes, Iruka would forget that he belongs to himself, in that moment anyway. That's something he has to work to remember, always. I see him that way, anyway.
Heh, I'm hoping to write more soon, so we'll see.
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Date: 2008-09-13 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-13 09:06 pm (UTC)And yes, it did take them a while, but they had to get their acts together.
Rai at least should be in the next chapter, because I plan to do him coming to Genma's to play cards, so that those three will be spending time together.
Kakashi... hmm... I have ideas for Kakashi, but he might have to get his own spinoff story, or a chapter or two devoted to him. We'll see. Probably not next chapter, though he'll come up in conversation, I would think.
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Date: 2008-09-14 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-18 01:39 pm (UTC)Of course I eagerly await more of your art, too! *eyes you* Need it.... want it... gimme!
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Date: 2008-09-25 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-18 04:04 am (UTC)LOVE YOU TO PIECES!!! XDDD
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Date: 2008-09-18 01:39 pm (UTC)Sorry I haven't been around! My life is just a little nuts! How have you been? I hope you enjoy my story!!!!
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Date: 2008-09-19 01:19 am (UTC)And Kotetsu was just fabulous. x)
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Date: 2008-09-19 01:49 am (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :)
Hehe, I had so much fun writing Kotetsu here! :P
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Date: 2008-09-19 02:19 am (UTC)*loves you*
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Date: 2008-09-19 02:26 am (UTC)Hmmm...
Right now I'm working on the next chapter of this (and I know I have to end it eventually, but I want to wrap up a few more things!), which is Rai and Gen and Iru playing cards. :)
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Date: 2008-09-19 03:05 am (UTC)XDDD *dances*
Oh, and I hope everything in your RL is okay. I know it's hectic, but I hope your son is doing well.