Lewie & Masashi (Private)

[LewietheLeprechaun]

Hirami Moto was a very curious 16 year old teenager, if you wanted to put it politely. If you have no qualms about such things, you'd call Moto a complete and utter weirdo.

 

The plain, black-haired boy wore ripped trainers, large glasses, and a bright orange scarf around his neck. There always seemed to be bruises and cuts scattered across Moto's hands and arms, and he always seemed to not notice. Perhaps that's why he was ignored by most of his class mates.

 

The fact that he didn't have any friends didn't help the fact that he was a total outcast either.

 

Moto blinked for a second, shaking off all negative thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that anyway- it never did any good. He glanced at the clock sluggishly, only to get up rapidly, his chair scraping noisily against the tiled floor.

 

The classroom was completely empty, he had dozed off again- how had he not noticed the bell?!

 

"I'm late for Japenese History!" Moto cried out in despair before grabbing his stuff and rushing out of the room. As he turned a corner, he collided against a hard chest, falling on the floor, his glasses hanging crookedly from his face.

 

"S-sorry! Are you okay?" Moto stuttered out while trying to readjust himself at the same time.

[Masashi]

Akira was walking in the hallway and thinking about what he should do tonight.

He suddenly felt how he collided with someone.

''S-sorry! Are you okay?'', he heard a boy stuttering

He looked down and saw a boy sitting on the floor while trying to readjust himself.

Akira picked up the boys stuff.

The boy stood up and Akira handed him his stuff.

''T-thank you'', he stuttered again and blushed.

Akira smirked and thought that this boy was definitely going to be fun playing with.

He knew the boy would fall for his charms, just like everybody else did.

He went closer and grabbed the boy by his hips and drew him closer, then he gave the boy an intimate kiss.

[LewietheLeprechaun]

Just as Moto re-adjusted his glasses once more and managed to get his blushing under control, the mysterious stranger grabbed him by the hips and crashed his lips into Moto's, effectively knocking his glasses off once more.

 

For the first five seconds of the kiss, Moto stood there, eyes wide, mind not fully registering what was happening. The person that was kissing him was a boy! He only reacted after he felt his breath quickly shortening.

 

"Mmmm," Moto tried to protest, slamming his hands on the stranger's back, only for his muffled words to come out as a groan. This was turning way too good, way too fast, he thought as he felt a strange sensation at the pit of his stomach.

[Masashi]

The boy slammed his hands on Akiras back as trying to get him to stop.

Akira kissed the boy for a few more seconds.

He pulled his head back and was looking at the boy that was red as a tomato.

He let go of the boys waist, then lowered his head and whispered in the boys ear ''If you ever want to practice, then come and find me''

Akira started walking and was smiling while thinking that this could be a start of something interesting.

[LewietheLeprechaun]

"If you ever want to practice, then come and find me," the boy whispered before walking away, and Moto shivered as his breath hit his neck, that strange feeling appearing at the bottom of his stomach once more. What? Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat? What just happen? Wasn't that a boy that just kissed him now? More importantly, just who WAS that boy who just kissed him?

 

A range of emotions played across Moto's flushed face and he slid back onto the floor of the empty hallway, his knees too weak to support him.

 

After a couple of moments where Moto finally regained his breath, and then a couple more until his face didn't flush so brightly any more, Moto gathered his things and went to the bathroom. What he saw in the mirror made him blush even more.

 

He looked like he had just made out with someone- although, he technically did. His hair was askew and his lips were slightly swollen, and the flush riding across his cheeks didn't exactly die down yet. There was no way he could go back to class looking like this. Instead, he went back home, dodging through the hallway as to not be caught by any wandering teachers, with thoughts of the mysterious boy who had offered to 'teach' him still fresh in his mind.

[Masashi]

While listening to the teacher in class, he was thinking about the boy he met in the hallway.

He had seen him before, could he be an transfer student?

He wanted to at least know the boys name, so he asked Mei that sat beside him, she knows everybody in the school so she was the one to ask if you wanted to know someone's name.

He asked her and she said that the boys name was Hirami Moto.

She also said that Moto was an outcast and had no friends.

This makes everything easier, he's going to fall for me, for sure, he thought while he smirked.

[LewietheLeprechaun]

The next day at school, Moto had tried his best to avoid the stranger that had kissed him previously. He did, honest! But luck must have hated him, because it seemed that every time he turned a corner, his face was there. Akira was his name apparently- he checked the yearbook yesterday, blushing furiously when he finally had found his face.

 

Sure, it was true, he considered Akira's offer again and again in his head, and the thought of kissing him again sent butterflies whirling in hi stomach, but the image of him going to Akira and asking for more 'practice' was too embarrassing.

 

And anothe- dammit, there he was again! Moto tensed and turned the other way, running once more, crashing into someone else and falling- again! Luckily, his glasses stayed on his face and he managed to see who he had bumped into.

 

"G-Gomen! I wasn't looking where I wa-" Moto abruptly stopped and paled. He had bumped into Hiko- the school's notorious bully. He was grabbed by the shoulders and slammed into the lockers, and it was only then that he realized how empty the hallway's were.

 

"Look freak," Hiko snarled, "now you've infected me with your germs. What are you going to do about it?"

 

"S-sorr-"

 

Moto's words were cut off a sharp pain blurred his vision and it was only when he felt blood drip down the corner of his mouth that he realized he had gotten punched. Moto really didn't remember much after that, he remembered getting hit some more- though it didn't hurt as much as the first punch did -and getting shoved into a closet.

[Masashi]

Akira turned at the corner and saw how Hiko punched Moto in the face and the pushing him into a closet.

''Punching my prey, not acceptable'', he muttered.

He walked towards Hiko and shouted ''Yo Hiko, long time no see!''

''Akira it's been a long time indeed''.

When Hiko was a few meters away, Akira punched him hard enough to make him fall.

He walked past Hiko and went towards the closet where Moto was.

He opened the closet door he saw Moto that was crying in the corner.

He went over to Moto, picked him up and carried him to the bathroom.

In the bathroom he washed the blood of Motos face.

''You got hit pretty hard, didn't you?'', he asked Moto

''Y-yeah'', he stuttered and blushing.

Akira ruffled his hair and gave him a quick kiss and left for class.

[LewietheLeprechaun]

// Sorry for the late response. T.T My internet failed me. //

 

A string of stray light entered the dark room before the closet was engulfed in the light streaming from the corridor. Akira. It was Akira. Of course it was. He seemed to be every where lately. Moto choked a little as his throat clogged up and his eyes blurred with tears.

 

Suddenly, his entire world shifted as Akira picked him up, and even though he was bleeding and covered in scraps, Moto blushed profusely. It was only when Akira put him down on the Bathroom sink that his blush died down slightly.

 

''You got hit pretty hard, didn't you?'' Moto shivered slightly at the husky and tough voice.

 

"Y-yeah," Moto answered lamely, blushing even more. Just now, why did I react in such a weird way to his voice?

 

Akira seemed to find some personal pleasure from seeing him blush as he, quite happily for such an evil deed in Moto's opinion, gave him a peck on his lips. It was nothing like the deep kiss they had shared yesterday, but it was enough to send him into a state of embarrassment as a deep red flush over rode his face once more.

 

Before Moto had the chance to stop him, Akira left.

 

Stop! Wait! Moto wanted to shout confidently at his back. Why did you kiss me?! Why did you help me?! Why would you like someone like me?

 

Someone like me... Moto stared at his torn trainers and ostentatious orange scarf that contrasted against his shy and meek personality. A sad expression crossed his face as he remembered the reason behind his clothes, before he slapped both his cheeks with his hands.

 

"Nope," he whispered, and his voice seemed much more clearer without his pathetic stuttering, "not going to think bad thoughts." Moto's eyes widened before he looked at his watch. Yikes! Lunch was over already?! He jumped down from the sink and ran to class.

 

At least, attempted to run. He winced as his wounds seemed to burn with a vindictive kind of glee. Okay, nurse first, then class.

[Masashi]

While in class Akira was thinking about a plan for how to progress with Moto.

Making the Moto fall in love with him was going to we very easy.

Even if he dressed weirdly, he was somewhat cute.

What the hell, he's not cute at all

The bell rang and everybody started to get out of the classroom.

When he got into the hallway he saw Moto walking alone.

He went to Moto, grabbed his arm and dragged him to the staircase that lead to the roof.

''If you ever get bullied come to me and I'll take care of it'', he said while giving Moto a smile.

Akira stared at Moto that was silent.

He grabbed his chin and lifted it higher until he was looking Akira in the eyes.

He went closer and said ''I have fallen in love with you, would you like to go out with me?''

[LewietheLeprechaun]

''If you ever get bullied come to me and I'll take care of it."

 

Moto stayed silent. He couldn't reply to that. How could he? A sliver of shame crawled at the bottom of his stomach. He knew Akira was just being kind- though why he was being kind to him of all people, he'd never know- but it still hurt his dignity. He hated having to rely on others.

 

''I have fallen in love with you, would you like to go out with me?''

 

L-love? Moto felt a bit dizzy as the word entered his mind. But they had barely met! They were guys! Even as these protests entered his mind, Moto felt his heart clench and his stomach flip.

 

"I-I-" Moto stammered, the words stuck in his throat. The thought of doing it with Akira entered his mind and his entire face turned beet red. Stupid, stupid, stupid! What are you thinking at a time like this?! The realization struck him. He had never imagined sleeping with anyone else. His heart had never sped up like this before. So what was it about Akira? Was it....love?

 

"Y-y-yes," he managed to get out, "I wa-want to be able to be by Akira-san's side!" The moment the words left his lips, his entire face flushed again. Dammit! Why did he have to blush so much!? He wanted to die in a hole somewhere. He hated being this pathetic!

[Masashi]

Akira smirked when he heard that Moto said yes. He was right, the boy fell for him. Akira thought that he could say that he didn't really love him and everything else he did was because he was bored. But he thought it would be fun to continue and see what happens. Akira pushed him towards the wall and started kissing him. After a long and intimate kiss, he said ''I really want to do you, let's skip classes''. Without waiting for an answer he grabbed Motos hand. He walked out of the main door and the schools gate. After about a 20 minute walk they were at Akiras house. He knew that both of his parents were at work and his younger sister was in school, so nobody was home. He opened the door to his house. Akira closed the door after him and Moto. They took their shoes off and then he dragged Moto upstairs to his room. When they got to his room, he pushed Moto down on his bed and climbed on top of him.

[LewietheLeprechaun]

Everything was going too fast. One second Akira was kissing him, the next, he was getting pushed down on a bed. It was like everything was going by in a daze and Moto could scarcely believe any of this was real.

 

His thin body was trembling and a huge wash of insecurity washed over him. It wasn't as though he was against having sex with Akira- cue blushing -after all, the thought of doing it with anyone else seemed disgusting. The fact was he didn't know if Akira wanted to do it with him. Especially after he'd see his body.

 

His body was still covered in scratches and bruises. Not anything serious, just small things that brought out his unnaturally sickly complexion and it made him feel insecure.

 

Biting his lower lip until the skin broke and a trickle of blood flowed innocuously, Moto looked at Akira with determination from his position under him.

 

"It- it's not fair that you've been doing all the work," Moto said softly, taking extra care to make sure not to stammer too much, "be-before we..." Moto paused, flushing a deep shade of red.

 

"D-do it, I want to do something for you first." His hand slid suggestively to Akira's right hip in an uncharacteristic display of lewdness, making it perfectly clear that he wanted to pleasure the boy with his mouth.

[Masashi]

Akira was leaning against the wall while being pleasured by the boys mouth. He didn't believe that the boy even was doing this or at all thought of it. He knew that this was the boys first time because he wasn't that good, but he was trying hard.

He said to the boy that it was time for him to receive the pleasure. He stripped the boy of his clothes and then he pushed him down. Akira gave the boys body a good look and noticed the scratches and bruises. Did his parents do this to him or was he the type that got pleasure from pain?

"Do-Don't look at my ugly body", said the boy while hiding his face.

"Your body isn't ugly, it's beautiful even with these scratches and bruises"

He started kissing his bruises at the chest and then he slowly moved downwards.