Title: Pretend
Author: Missa thegunbykid@hotmail.com
Note: Since I helped issue the challenge, I suppose I should contribute to it as well. ~_^

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Youji lay spread-eagled on his bed, tangled in the bed sheets in that hazy place between awake and asleep. Coming fully awake held no appeal for him; there was no one else in his bed, enabling him to stretch out his lanky form, no one to shove him rudely awake and tell him to drag his ass downstairs.

Things had changed over the years, but not Kudou Youji’s desire to sleep past noon. And with his lover currently out of town visiting his sister, Youji was free to sleep in. Or not, he thought muzzily as his hands drifted over his body.

In his mind’s eye, the hands skimming his chest were pale, long fingers, callused from the grip of a blade, nails kept short and neat to tamp the temptation to chew them. The week that Ran had been gone had been six days too long since he’d felt those hands on his body. Too long since those skilled fingers had tweaked a nipple just so, since the roughened palms enflamed his already flushed skin though the touch was meant to be gentle.

Youji drug the nails of one hand lightly over his lean torso while the other toyed with his nipples, teasing them to peaks then pinching and twisting until his hips rose off the bed with each flick, the pleasure/pain of it going straight to his groin. He drew his knees up, planting his feet against the bed as his hand drifted over his thighs to his erection.

He used only his fingertips, tenderly stroking the hot, aching flesh between his legs. Ran loved to tease, loved to make Youji plead for release. The lanky blonde continued to pretend that it was his lover’s hands on his body, that the image of Ran’s lustful eyes wasn’t merely in his imagination. He traced circles over the tip of his erection, spreading the fluid seeping from the tip with the pad of this thumb.

Youji’s hips arched, trying to press his length into his palm, seeking release. He lightened his touch, just barely able to feel skin on skin, every nerve aflame. He lifted his hips higher, seeking more contact. He gave in and wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft, gliding over the engorged flesh with a long stroke.

The blonde turned back to teasing himself, drawing his knees up even farther, raising his hips again and again as he sought contact, but he maintained the light touch, occasionally running a fingertip up the underside of his cock, gathering a bit of clear fluid from the tip and trailing back down.

A frustrated whimper reached Youji’s ears and he realized it had come from himself. Too far gone to keep pretending he was anything but alone, he took himself in hand and began to pump slowly, intent on giving himself release but drawing it out as long as possible. His hips rushed up to meet his hand as he stroked himself, small grunts leaving his throat as he thrusted into his fist. Youji bent his knees further, pulling his feet closer to his body, allowing him more freedom of movement as his pace grew more frantic.

He felt his release building, felt his body tense in anticipation. Heat coiled deep in his belly and in a rush of pleasure and a burst of stars behind his closed eyes, his body snapped tight, hips arching up one last time as warmth poured over his hand, splattering on his chest and belly.

Gasping for breath Youji collapsed into the mattress, arms and legs splaying out haphazardly as his heartbeat gradually slowed and his breathing evened out, leaving him floating in a daze of euphoria. Without opening his eyes he groped for his cigarettes on the bedside table before remembering that he had finished off the pack the night before and not gone after any. Besides, he knew that Ran would kill him when he got back for smoking in the room, not to mention the bed.

Ran. Youji pictured him looking smug as a cat as he licked the blonde clean. Not up to the feats of flexibility required to clean himself up in Ran fashion, but not wanting to face the prospect of getting out of bed or drying sticky, Youji used the corner of a sheet to wipe himself off, vowing to change the sheets when he woke up.

Sated, a new wave of sleepiness crashed over him. Youji let himself drift off once more into slumber, dreaming of all the different ways he could welcome his lover home.



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