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Summary: A date to an amusement park in a very hot day. Shinobu bringing a couple of ice-creams make Miyagi to drag the young male home and make love to him. Status: Complete Beads of perspiration formed upon his upper lip and forehead, each speck of moisture, expunged from his body clung to him. The back of his neck and shoulders felt uncomfortable, somewhat sticky as he reached into his breast pocket for his handkerchief to wipe off his neck and face. Dabbing the clothe at his forehead, he wondered where his little brat, Shinobu, had gone. 'Miyagi, I'm going to get some ice cream.' That's right, his Shinobu-chin had gone off to wait in that line, which seemed to go on forever. Spotting an open seat on a park bench beneath the shade of a cherry tree, he walked over to it and sat down, wishing he'd a fan with him. It was too damn hot today, a scorcher. He wondered why Shinobu hadn't as yet so much as broken a sweat, or maybe it was that headband he was wearing, the type joggers used to keep the sweat out of their eyes. He wished he'd never thought of taking Shinobu to the park, but instead had stayed home. Once again he complained to himself about the heat of the day, it was too hot out for a date at the park. Then again, their apartment was like a fucking furnace, it might be ninety-five out, but inside it was well over a hundred and three. Thanks in part to the fact that the electricity on their side of the city had gone out. The electrical company though, were trying to work as quickly as possible on the problem. That, however, was the least of his worries with so many younger men and women in that line, which seemed to go on forever. Dark brows furrowing, he wished he'd gone to stand with him, so no one would try and hit on him. His mouth growing dry as he thought about that, he started to rise from the bench, intent upon finding his young lover, when suddenly he saw him exit from the front of the line, two ice cream cones in tow. The sandy haired blonde, as usual, was unsmiling, but he knew it was all just a front. Shinobu could smile and laugh, not that he saw or heard him do so often. Though he knew how to get him making lusty little sounds. 'Damn, better not think about that.' Shinobu held out one cone to him and shot him a piercing gray eyed gaze, "Here old man, thought you could use something to cool down." Miyagi swore he felt a blood vessel pop above his eyebrow, the little brat didn't need to constantly be calling him old man. Though usually Shinobu only called them that when he was particularly irritated or in any way displeased or embarrassed. With a sigh he took the ice cream offered to him, his hand touching that of the younger man's. Shinobu's eyes widened, a feint blush rising to his cheeks, before taking his hand away and flopping down beside Miyagi, his gaze looking down at the treat he had in his own hand. Miyagi took a lick of the Cherry Blossom ice cream that Shinobu had gotten for him. He would have preferred something like, what Shinobu had. He was sure it was vanilla, what other flavors were white, with nothing added? His eyes followed a bead of sweat from Shinobu's ear down the side of his neck, longing to lean toward him and lick it off, but they were out in public. He tried to keep his own concentration on crowd, there usually weren't quite so many people at the park all at the same time unless there'd been some special event in progress. He, however didn't see it as a special event, it was just too damn hot for anyone to want to stay in doors unless they were on the other side of town with working electricity or they'd had a backup generator. Miyagi's eyes, however, were once more drawn to Shinobu. Truthfully, he couldn't get enough of gazing at him, at least when he didn't have work to do, not that he wanted to put work before Shinobu, but he had to. Besides when he was finished being extremely busy they... 'Hell!' Gulping down the feel of something that felt caught in his throat, his eyes rounded as he watched Shinobu's tongue wrap around the vanilla ice cream. The small slurping sound, caused a shiver to run through him, the back of his neck prickling as though his hair were standing on end. Absentmindedly he ran his own tongue over his own ice cream, to cool and moisten his parched mouth. He couldn't draw his eyes away from his adorable little terrorist, who looked so delectable as he lapped up the vanilla ice cream. That pink tongue, that his own tongue knew so well, seemed to move in slow motion as it swiped over and slowly around the white cream. Then, Shinobu made a noise of pleasure, as though the ice cream was the most delicious thing he'd had in awhile. Miyagi hadn't been aware of what he was doing as he held his own cone at an angle, that had most of the ice cream dropping onto the ground between his feet. His own tongue slid out of his mouth, to lick his lips that suddenly felt chapped. Those gorgeous gray eyes slowly opened, the flat of his Shinobu's tongue starting at where the ice cream met the cone and slowly licking up, while it quickly melted. The melting cream rolled down the cone and onto the younger man's hands. Miyagi could feel his cock twitch inside his pants, staring to get very aroused as he watched Shinobu lick and nibble on his tasty frozen treat. He stifled a groan, placing his free hand over his mouth, and partially over his eyes, peaking through his fingers at the erotic display and wondered if Shinobu were even aware of what he was doing. What he was doing to him, with that little pink tongue of his flicking out over and over. Once more, he felt his cock try to gain his attention, as it began to strain against his pants as he watched Shinobu. The sandy haired youth had placed the cone in his opposite hand, so that he could lift his ice cream coated hand to his mouth, swiping his tongue over the runaway melted vanilla ice cream that had stopped there. Then, what had Miyagi just about squirming in his seat, as he began to harden, was watching Shinobu stick his fingers in his mouth and begin to suck on each one, slowly, one by one. He wanted to fuck him so hard right then! Miyagi growled, threw the ice cream cone he had into the trash can which sat next to the bench and stood up, grabbing hold of Shinobu's elbow, "Let's get out of here." Instead of the little brat looking bewildered, he appeared to be smirking, "Yes, sir." And took a large bite of the ice cream into his mouth. It wasn't so cold any more and quickly liquified and he, too tossed it into the nearby waste receptacle. 'That little brat, he's been getting just a bit too smug since he moved in with me.' He tossed Shinobu into the car and shut the door once no, head or otherwise was hanging out and hurried to his side of the car, getting in behind the wheel. "Your in for a licking, little brat," he said gutturally once they were both buckled in, the doors locked and he'd started the car. Shinobu's eyes rounded, "Wh-what?" Miyagi had never threatened him with something like that. Sure, his lover could get a little too rough and hold him down or kiss him angrily, but he'd never actually tried hurting him. Not physically at least. No one dared lay a finger on him, not even his parents believed in what was called corporal punishment. Yet the very idea that Miyagi might bend him over his knee, pull down his pants to expose his ass and then proceed to use his hand to spank him had his cock tenting in his pants and his nipples straining against the material of his orange jersey shirt. Miyagi stopped outside a Love Hotel, in the side of town that the electricity apparently still worked and pulled out the dazed and aroused young man. His lover had put on that same lame disguise he'd used when his Australian friend had been visiting, back before he'd truly and completely become Miyagi's lover. They had really, come so far since then. Once inside their room, Miyagi locked the door and hid the key, making sure that he didn't see where he put it. "Strip and get on the bed." That commanding tone, was like fire and ice all at once spilling over him.

Summary: Miyagi receives a phone call from the naughty Shinobu. The phone call makes Miyagi to have a "hard" day. When he arrives home, he makes Shinobu pay for that. Status: Complete Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own Junjou Romantica. That honor belongs to it's creator Nakamura Shungiku. This was written for a Table Prompt (Erection) over at lover100 on livejournal. ************* It started out as an average day for Miyagi You at Mitsuhashi University where he taught Japanese Literature. He'd given his classes a variant of an exam, all of which he'd be taking home over the weekend to correct, at least the short essay questions, for the rest of the exam had been done using a bubble sheet to which he would use the scan-tron to correct that portion. While there had been a number of questions on Matsu Basho, there were a considerable number of other questions not directly or even indirectly about that particular seventeenth century poet. In between classes he ran the first couple of classes scan-tron sheets through the machine, it was quick and efficient and allowed him extra time to just sit back in his chair and light up a cigarette and took a long drag as he took a moment to relax. Any minute now he was sure that his assistant would come in and complain about the cancer stick, he'd grown even more irritating since shacking up with that medical student of his. Closing his eyes as he took another drag his cell began ringing, the ring tone, Addicted by Saving Abel letting him know just who was on the other end of the line. I'm so addicted to all the things you do When you're rollin' round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It's unlike anything, when you're lovin' me Before the entire ring tone repeated itself Miyagi had flipped it open, "Hello Shinobu-chin. Aren't you supposed to be in class over at Teito?" He could almost hear Shinobu's adorable little scowl as the young man asked, "Alzheimer's' already Miyagi?" To which he himself frowned. "What are you talking about Shinobu-chin?" He leaned over his desk to crush out his cigarette. "I told you last night, I only had morning classes today as the afternoon ones were canceled, because the professors had to be at a meeting." Miyagi stood up and walked over to the couch, "And what are you doing now Shinobu-chin?" "Laying down." "Are you not feeling well?" He asked as he was about to sit down, his eyes just about popping out at Shinobu's next words. "On your bed...and I'm not wearing anything." Miyagi plopped down on the couch, mouth agape trying to think of something coherent to say. "Damn it Shinobu-chin, I'm at work and I can't drop everything right now." "Did I ask you to?" Running his free hand over his face he sighed, "No, but then why would you call to tell me that?" "So that you know, when you do finish work and get home, I'll still be here, waiting for you Miyagi." On the other end of the line, Shinobu's face was turning beet red, the color going all the way up to the tip of his ears. "I c-can't wait u-until y-you get home a-and th-thrust your b-big c-cock inside m-my e-eager little h-hole." As his Shinobu-chin had continued speaking, Miyagi's lips had felt like they'd gone dry, with his tongue - he moistened them, clearing his throat with a cough. Even though the young man seventeen years his junior had stuttered a few of his words, it was nevertheless erotic. The words were arousing as his pants had begun to feel a bit tight with the last few words his young lover had uttered coupled with the fact that Shinobu-chin was naked on his bed, for he'd never known Shinobu to be dishonest. Well no, that wasn't quite true, but his smaller lover hadn't been able to hide the truth, which meant he couldn't really lie well at all and probably rarely if ever tried except perhaps by omission. Glancing toward the door to his office with midnight blue eyes, seeing it was closed he leaned back against the cushions, asking, "What else Shinobu-chin?" The young man with short dirty blond hair hadn't exactly thought his call through, but he managed to reply, though some of his words were stuttered. "Miyagi," he spoke softly, slowly on the phone to try and not stutter and so he had time to think too, "you'll run your fingertips over my body, slowly, twisting my nipples," he moaned over the phone. "Shinobu-chin? Are, are you touching yourself?" "Y-yes...I'm imagining its you, here, touching me, g-getting ready to f-fuck me." Miyagi groaned at those words, a tent pitching in his pants, making him so fucking uncomfortable as he imagined sinking his cock into Shinobu. "Fuck, Shinobu-chin, you're really going to get it, hard, when I get home later." Shinobu's whimper only caused Miyagi to groan again, wishing it were the end of the day already so he could be home with his young, eager and waiting lover. The next few hours were going to be hell to get through, certain that they would drag. "Miyagi," Shinobu sighed softly, "how deep can you go? When you get home, lets find out." He would never have suspected Shinobu could have such a dirty way with words, but it was so damn arousing, his erection ached, straining against the material of his pants. He was about to unbutton when he heard footsteps outside the door, his eyes flying to it he watched the doorknob turn. Standing up he hurried back over to his desk, sitting in his chair hurriedly before the evidence could be witnessed by whomever was about to enter the room. "I'll see you after work," and hung up, his words rushed as Kamijou Hiroki and the departments head, Takatsuki-san appeared, stepping into the room. Takatsuki-san smiled at Miyagi, "Hello Miyagi-kun. I and Kamijou-kun were just discussing this weekends upcoming conference in Honshu." He had completely forgotten about that and that the three of them were supposed to get together for lunch, which was in about twenty minutes. One brow twitched, praying that his erection would be no more by then. If it had just been Kamijou in the room he would have stood up and left for the bathroom to take care of his condition. However in front of their boss, it was an all together different story and at one time their boss had been his father-in-law making the situation so much worse. He'd be bound to ask questions he wasn't prepared to answer. "I was just finishing scanning these scan-tron sheets for my morning classes," he didn't want them to realize he'd completely forgotten about their meeting, only because that damn little brat had called and been too fucking sexy on the phone. Kamijou on the other hand looked at him sharply, suspiciously taking note of Miyagi's twitching brow. The little devil assistant of his turned to the dean, "Sir, do you have the Tsukayo file with you?" The dean blinked and double checking he turned to the meticulously clean desk of Kamijou Hiroki, setting his briefcase on the surface to rummage through it, allowing Miyagi enough time to stand and don his knee length coat. It was a lucky thing it was so long so that he could hide the embarrassing evidence of his arousal, though he noticed Kamijou's silent snicker. Takatsuki-san, "It looks as though I do have the Tsukayo file Kamijou-kun. Although is there a reason we need it?" Miyagi, "Actually, there is. Tuskayo has decided to attend the conference this weekend." A weekend he knew Shinobu wasn't going to be happy about, since they wouldn't be together for an entire two days and three nights. Which meant that tonight he'd just have to screw Shinobu to exhaustion to try and make up for those nights they would miss. It wasn't long after that, that the three of them left the building of Mitsuhashi University, everyone riding in Miyagi's vehicle to arrive at the designated restaurant for that day's meeting. The dark haired man in his mid-thirties however had found walking from his and Kamijou Hiroki's shared office to the parking lot where his car awaited difficult, each movement causing him to become all the more aware of his still aroused state. He couldn't get it out of his head the things that Shinobu had told him over the phone, even though his father was sitting right next to him in the front passenger seat of his car with Kamijou behind them. Anytime he felt himself starting to go limp, Takatsuki-san would bring up his son and that would lead back to Miyagi's conversation with him, but only in his head thankfully otherwise things could have become awkward and tense had he spoken his thoughts aloud. All throughout their meeting, before, during and after they ordered, he continued to shift uncomfortably in his seat across from the Dean of Mitsuhashi's Literature Department and Kamijou. He scowled warningly at his subordinate as the short brunette dared to smirk at him knowingly. He'd get the little devil back. He leaned over the table, "Kamijou, do you mind if I borrow your cell, mines batteries seem to have died and I need to message someone real quick, its very important." Kamijou, probably thinking it was Shinobu whom Miyagi wanted to message gave a sideways glance to their boss whom happened to be Shinobu's father. Perhaps if it had been anyone else in the world the cinnamon brown eyed brunette would not have lent Miyagi the cell, more than likely out of fear for what could happen. Miyagi however upon flipping the phone open looked quickly into Kamijou's contacts list and seeing Kusama Nowaki as the first name on the list he clicked that to send a text message. 'Tonight use me as your toy and show me how a real man fucks.' Closing the phone he handed it back to his assistant whom eyed his satisfied smirk with a frown and his usual furrowed brows questioningly as he slipped it into his pants pocket. It was only too bad he wouldn't be witness to the scene that would cause.