Japanese
by Veste Notus
Give me credit. I can, at least, pick ‘em good. Current heart throb – the guy on the bus. How could I not fall hard for him? I mean, he had the perfect pale face with just a touch of blush staining his distinguished cheekbones. Gorgeous chocolate hair drizzled just past his ears, melting into the softly tanned skin of the back of his neck. His eyes – I swear there were blue flames burning within them; cerulean centers with saffrons and sapphires dancing between emerald embers. Then there’s that body of his. One word – delicious.
Lean and well toned arms hid behind the black coat he wore. His muscled chest was barely visible beneath the coat and his hunter-green tank top. The world’s most snug pair of bluejeans wraped about his shapely legs, and I could outright drool! And that earring of his. Perfect! A silver cross suspended on a tiny loop dangled playfully from his left ear. I suspected there was an engraving on it. I couldn’t make it out from where I was sitting, which happened to be right across from him; my guess-timation would be something around three feet apart. Couldn’t let him see me raking my eyes all over him. I’m not supposed to feel that way about a perfect stranger. Especially a boy perfect stranger.
He turned his head toward me… Crap! I’m caught. Well, might as well just befriend the living “God of Beauty”.
“Come here often?” I smiled with a cheesy grin. We were both regulars on the bus. I thought it’s a nice ice-breaker joke. Hey! So what if it’s not that funny! Sue me!
“Gomen… Wakarimasen.”
Oro? No comprende anglais, huh? Well I guess that was fate telling me to shut the hell up. I started to turn back around, but he did something pretty unexpected.
“Sumimasen. Ano…” He pointed to himself. “Watashiwa Heero Yuy.” He then pointed to me. Okay, so I guess that meant that his name was Heero. Might as well tell him my name.
“I’m Duo Maxwell.”
“Hajimemashite.” He paused. “Ogenki desu ka?” Wait… what? Okay. I can handle a few Japanese phrases, but that phrase there was pushing it. I guess my facial expression translated that, for he repeated what he said slower. I waved my hand at him politely and told him I couldn’t understand him… in English.
“Nani desu ka?” He looked puzzled for a short time, but he soon got it. “Wakateru. Ii desu.” He said it so nicely… Like he understood that I couldn’t understand him.
“Yeah, uhh…. Sorry…” I thought for a moment. I got up from my seat and stood over his. “May I sit next to you anyway?” I indicated my intensions by sending a glance to the empty space beside him. He looked at me confusedly before finally nodding. A few moments of silence followed.
“Nanji desuka?” he asked, pointing to my watch. Okay, this would be tricky. I instead just moved so he could get a better look at my watch, which resulted in me sliding practically right into his lap. He smiled at me and pointed at my watch again. “Goji juppun desu.” I looked down.
“Five-ten.” I looked up and caught his eye.
“Five-ten” he repeated back to me, best trying to imitate my accent.
Ever since that day, the two of us have been chummier than best friends. I, personally, had no complaints. I mean really! The more I got to know him, the more gorgeous he was to me, mind *and* body. But we limited our meeting to only on the bus. We’d have a half an hour of “learn each other’s language” sessions, then go our separate ways for work, then come back and do it again until we got home. Fun, ne? Well… I thought it was fun… or at least I thought the boy teaching me was fun.
My obvious feelings of lust soon left me for something fuzzier. Love, perhaps? I decided the only way to know for sure was to tell myself and others I was in love, and then see if I like it or not. Simple enough. My brain’s good at making simple plans.
“I love you, Heero.”
“Nani?”
I pointed to myself. “I”
“I” he faithfully repeated back.
I covered my heart with my hands. “love”
“love”
I pointed to him. “you…” He gave a confused sort of look, but didn’t repeat that last word. I guess he was putting the pieces together. Yes Heero, boys CAN like other boys.
“You love me?” Now when did he learn direct object pronouns?! Too scared to care. It was no secret Heero had muscles, and gods only know what he could do to me if our close friendship went sour.
“Don’t hurt me!” I squeaked. “I… uhh…” Survival of the fittest dictated that I kept my mouth shut.
But Heero didn’t look all that mad. He looked more like a bird figuring out its wings before it flies. If I wasn’t so scared shitless, I’d have probably seen and identified all the emotions that played across his face. I’d have stopped to consider how more beautiful he is when in that semi-hapless state.
Bus stopped. We got off. And I though to myself the whole way, ‘I scared him and now I’ll probably never get to see him again. Might as well make the most of it.’ I blew him a kiss as we went our separate ways.
All throughout the day, I thought only of that stupid air kiss. What was I? Ten?! Hardly! I snorted at my idiocy. “I just wanted him to like me!” I whined, and turned to face the door in my spinny chair.
“What’s that, Mr. Maxwell?” a lady with long blonde hair asked me.
“It’s nothing, Cam. Just…” I spun around again to face my desk and suddenly found Cam right in front of me, a look of determination on her face.
“Mr. Maxwell, I’m just your secretary.” She began. I felt a speech coming on, but I didn’t want to miss it. Cam was pretty good and improved motivational speeches. She wanted to be an actress at some time, that much I know, but I forgot the rest of her story. She continued, snapping me out of my reverie. “But over the last few years, I’ve thought of you as my friend, Mr. Maxwell. When my parents died, and I was all alone, I thought of you as my family.”
It was true. He parents died three years ago. I helped her out financially and gave her a couple bonuses throughout those next few months that followed… yanno… until she got her feet back on the ground…
“And I don’t like seeing family members upset. Please Mr. Maxwell… Please tell me what’s bothering you.”
Okay, if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s some pretty young girl pouting at me. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t attracted to her. It’s just that pouts make me somewhat vulnerable. I simply don’t like seeing sad people! Sue me!
I explained to her the whole ordeal, and she was surprisingly understanding of the whole situation. I expected her to look disdainfully upon me, now that she knew I was gay, but instead, she seemed to brighten up to me. After I saw that extra kindness in her eyes, the one reserved for a brother or something, I made her call me by my first name.
“I think you did the right thing. But I don’t think you should take another bus home. See if he shows up. OH! And bring a rose! Definitely!”
“Don’t you think that’s a little… presumptuous…?”
“Duo…”
We bid our farewells and I made a hasty visit to the flower shop, buying a single, long-stemmed, red rose. “Here goes nothing.”
I stepped on the bus and scanned my eyes over the place. He wasn’t there. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. I sat down in my usual seat and proceeded to bitterly nod off.
I awoke just in time to see my stop pass by. Shit.
I laid back into my seat, no longer caring. My rose was beginning to wilt a little, the edges of the outermost petals turning a not-so-pleasant brown shade. Irony, I guess. I snuggled the back of my chair and fell asleep once more.
The next time I woke up, it was to someone carrying me off the bus. Guess I reached the end of the line and I still didn’t wake up. I figured, as long as I was there, I’d enjoy the ride. I heard some soft whispers at what I could only guess was a door. I couldn’t make out what was being said though. Sounded like it was a different language or something. Did I mention I was tired?
Moments later, I heard the sound of a lock being opened. Suspicion confirmed. It was a door. I decided then would be a good time to feign awakening. So I did. And what I “woke up to” shocked me more than anything.
“Heero…!” It was a good kind of shock. A *really* good kind.
“Aishiteru, Duo.” He said softly, and then kissed me.
Kissed my lips. Gods, I was soaring with the eagles! His soft, warm lips moved gently against my own, and I dimly felt a hot tongue ghost across my lips and I parted them willingly, hoping I hadn’t imagined the silent plea for entrance.
Nope. It was real alright. And boy was it. A few moments of frenching, and the two of us were moaning sweet things into one another’s mouths. Our tongues sparred and danced, then retreated. We broke the kiss panting, gulping for lost air like a pair of fish. Noting my state of physicality, I’d have to upgrade my status to “a very hentai fish”. I chanced to look down Heero’s own “state of physicality”. What I saw made me smirk. Looks like I wasn’t the only hentai fishie that night…
I’m not sure if he caught me staring. It was hard not to stare, given the conditions and surroundings. I was in what looked to be Heero’s apartment, leaning against a hallway desk half-hard looking at what I thought to be the most beautiful vision in all my life. Specifically, his crotch.
As he caught his breath, my eyes ventured downward, raking over the folds of his shirt over his muscled chest and flat stomach. Gaping at the snugness of his black jeans. Eyeing the significant bulge in the front, tenting those snug jeans and betraying his desire. If he wanted it, all he’d have to do was ask. But I had a feeling that this was his first time. Me too! What to do, what to do…
I closed in on him and delivered a kiss of my own. One of my hands buried itself in his drippingly gorgeous chocolate hair while the other sought refuge at the small of his back. He gasped and I pulled him closer to me, our bodies now flush against one another. I broke the kiss, leaving him with a bit of a whimper.
I led him to the nearby bed that I’d early seen through my peripheral vision and pulled him down on top of me.
“I know you speak English.” I whispered softly into his ear. I let my breath curl and linger a bit more before continuing. “Take advantage of me…”
He groaned loudly and ground his fully hard arousal into my hip. Oh he understood that all right. “H-how did you…” he gasped out through his teeth, starting to press up against me erotically.
“…D-direct object… p-pro..nNn..nouns…”
Soon I felt his hands all over me, tugging at my shirt, trying to pull it off, over my head. “What does that have to do with it…?” After asking, Heero fastening himself to my neck, sucking and biting deliciously, inciting pins-and-needles up my spine, and blood-flow down my spine… to uhh… other places…
Responding to his question was tricky. Already gone from the pleasure he was giving me, I couldn’t think of my response. When I finally got the word together in my mind, saying them became increasingly difficult, as Heero’s mouth’s ministrations moved lower, teasing and flicking the tiny pert nubs of my chest.
“You…mm… said ‘you l-love me’…” I moaned loudly as he bit down hard. “If you r-really didn’t speak English… oh gods! Lower, Heero!” He obliged, trailing his hot lips and tongue down my stomach, grazing his teeth along my skin with every small descent. He paused at the top of my pants, showing no signs of going any lower. “Please!” I whined. “Please don’t stop!”
“Finish your thought… If I really didn’t speak English…” Damn him. He wanted me finish what I was saying… in my state of mind, that was near impossible. I mustered up just enough coherency to finish the thought though.
“You would have said… ‘you love I’…”
And that was that. Saying we “made love” was a gross underestimate. Heero teasingly slowly removed my pants and boxers until I was lying in front of him, stark naked, weeping arousal, and all. I was painfully hard and by this point, I was moaning for some form of release.
Heero paused and removed his own clothes, putting on a strip show of sorts for my own enjoyment. I was positively writhing. My patience flew far, far away as his boxers slid down to the ground, revealing the Japanese boy in all his naked glory. My cock twitched upon seeing him. I needed him so bad and made that perfectly clear.
Heero went to the night table and retrieved what I saw to be hand cream. “First time?” he asked me.
“Yeah, you?”
He nodded, slightly embarrassedly. He was so cute when he blushed. I couldn’t take any more of the wait. I pulled him down onto me again and delivered a highly demanding kiss.
“If you’re not in me in the next five seconds…” The rest of my sentence was cut off as I felt a slick finger make its way through my tight passage. I gasped, feeling the pain chase away any form of impending climax.
Soon, the pressure gave way to pleasure and two, then three fingers began rocking inside me. “H-heero… I’m gonna… if you don’t stop…!”
I felt those fingers leave me and I moaned out my frustration. Mid-moan, I felt something big nudge my entrance. Very big. Heero took his time sliding into me. That hot, thick shaft slowly burned its way through until he was fully sheathed within me.
I cried out, finally feeling that unity I’d been longing for. Heero too moaned loudly, the heat unbelievably torturous for him. I rocked back against him, signaling I was ready, causing him to gasp audibly.
He began with shallow thrusts, just to ensure I was adjusted. Soon however, all worries about each other’s comfort were lost, as primal pleasure took over. He delivered blow after blow while I wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust back to the best of my ability.
We fit together so perfectly. It was like a divine match. I felt him hit against my prostate and anything from that moment on went white and sparkly. Sensing I was on the edge, Heero grabbed my cock and pumped me for all he was worth until I reached a screaming climax.
I felt my muscles tighten around his length as hot streams of my passion stained our chests. His release came moments later, and the sensation of being filled with his seed overtook me. I dimly heard him call my name as he tumbled over the edge.
We awoke nearly the same time, both spent, him still inside me.
“How are you feeling?” he asked me. I shifted a little a gasped as a ghost of pain traveled across my body.
“Bit sore.”
“I’m sorry…” he answered, sincerely.
“Don’t be.” I weakly smiled, and gave him a light peck on the cheek. On the night table I noticed laid the rose I was going to give him the day before. I wriggled my way to get it, causing soft gasps from my new lover. “I was going to give this to you earlier.” I crinkled my nose at the brown outer petals. “It reminded me of you… it was the most beautiful rose… but now…” I showed him the wilted flower.
Totally unexpectedly, he took the flower from me and pealed away the wilted petals, revealing still lively and vibrant, even more beautiful petals beneath it. I laid there, enchanted by the beauty of the rose and the physical and mental beauty of my lover.
“Sometimes you need to peal away the grime before you can see its true beauty.”
I looked up and our eyes met.
“I’m sorry for lying to you about not speaking English… In truth, Japanese is my first language, and when I first met you, I hadn’t known much English… but then I took a few night courses…”
He looked so cute. “For me…?” He nodded silently. I pecked him on the lips again. “You’re forgiven.”
“Aishiteru, koibito.”
“Yeah. I love you too.”
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