Blue as soft and as dark as midnight velvet covered the sky, punctuated by shining diamond stars. An ethereal blue glow caressed everything in plain view, the moon bright and full tonight. Atop the roof of the Koji house sat the blue haired Ronin of Strata, his head tilted to the heavens, his mind lost in the haze of the late evening. The smell of jasmine wafted by, filling his senses with hungry longing.“Jasmine…gods, smells just like him…” He whispered, squinting hard. Any thought of his blonde comrade sent a painful wrenching to his gut, and an equally uncomfortable tightening in his groin. Just thinking of Sage made the scent of the perfumed flower more powerful, and Rowen couldn’t help his fingers from dancing towards the growing bulge between his legs.
“Oh, Sage…” He murmured, stroking the rough denim covering his entrapped flesh. The touch caused shivers to tickle up his spine, his breath quickening. Opening his eyes only for a moment, just to make sure he truly was alone there on the roof, he bit his lips to keep from making too much noise as he slowly pulled the zip on his jeans low. Breathing deeply, inhaling as much of the jasmine as he could, almost as if the aroma was giving him strength, he wrapped his fingers around himself, his eyes rolling back with pleasure.
Overwhelmed with the smell of jasmine, and the thoughts of the beautiful blonde Ronin Warrior of Halo, it wasn’t taking long for Rowen to approach climax. Leaning back, using one hand to support himself, the other still quite busy, he sped up his tempo. The urge for release far outweighed the urge to remain quiet as gasps and moans fought through Rowen’s clenching throat. Within moments, gasping Sage’s name, the blue haired boy came hard, covering his hand and torso with his cream. Now the wind picked up the intoxicating smell of Rowen’s spent sex as well as the beautiful jasmine.
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Violet eyes blinked, shocked, shadowed as gauzy clouds drifted in front of the bright blue moon. The blonde Ronin of Halo reminded himself over and over again to remain quiet. What he had just witnessed was surprising, but, admittedly, incredibly sexy.“I had no idea.” Sage whispered to himself, stealing away back inside the house quickly, before Rowen could compose himself. A grin began to play at the corners of his lips as a fun thought worked its way into being in Sage’s mind. “But I think I have one now.”
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Regaining his normal breathing was a little difficult, but Rowen got it under control within a matter of minutes. The smell of the jasmine had died down, he noticed as he took one long, deep breath. Getting the warm blush that had spread over his cheeks to recede, however, was still a problem, but the cool night air was helping to further calm him.Looking down, he noted the sticky mess on his shirt and jeans. Grimacing, he tried wiping it off, but it was a little too thick, and refused to cooperate. He did tuck himself back into his pants, carefully zipping up again, considering his situation. Shrugging, standing, he stripped his shirt off, thankful for the long sleeves. Turning the shirt inside out, he tied the sleeves together, in that eighties teen style that still had yet to die out. He pulled one sleeve through a belt loop, covering the mess on his pants. Knowing he probably looked absolutely ridiculous, Rowen screwed up as much courage as he could, turning towards the entrance back into the house.
“I just hope no one’s still up this late.” Rowen muttered, noting the pale pink and orange hues reaching up into the night, displaying the arrival of the dawn. Using his clean hand, he rubbed the defiant signs of sleep that never came from his eyes, entering the house.
It was quiet inside, and he seemed to be home free. Tip-toeing across the old wooden floor to his room, he was slowed when the overwhelming scent of jasmine invaded his senses for the second time that night. He bit the inside of his lip, almost immediately becoming aroused again. He sighed, deeply inhaling the enthralling perfume.
“That’s an interesting look for you, Row,” A low voice murmured in Rowen’s ear, as warm arms wrapped themselves around the bare chest of the surprised blue haired boy. Rowen couldn’t decide if his heart had either began beating too fast for him to notice, or if it had just stopped completely altogether. He wanted desperately to see who was holding him, though it was impossible for him to ever mistake that voice. He needed to know that this wasn’t a cruelly realistic dream. He tried to work his own voice, but it seemed to be malfunctioning.
“Uh, haa…” Rowen breathed, unable to hide the deepening blush returning to his pale countenance. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the gentle pressure Sage’s arms caused. “Guh…um, it was a little…uh, warm…” Rowen said, feeling as if he needed to explain his odd appearance. Sage chuckled, pressing his chest against Rowen’s cool back.
“Really? You feel cool enough to me.” Sage spoke softly, his hands journeying low to Rowen’s hips, pulling the sleeve from his belt loop. Rowen jumped, whimpering. Sage grinned. “I saw what you did last night.” Sage whispered into Rowen’s ear.
“Oh, fuck…” Rowen gushed, all of a sudden taken with the strongest desire to run. Sage felt Rowen tense, and his grip tightened on his hips. He realized confessing that he had witnessed Rowen’s private pleasure session so early might not have been such a great idea, but that was done and over with, and he couldn’t take it back now.
Hoping to maybe calm Rowen a little, maybe get him to understand that there was no need for him to be embarrassed, Sage kissed his shoulder. That didn’t seem to help too much, and Rowen’s shoulders began shaking. Sage was hoping to whatever god would listen that the Ronin of Strata wasn’t crying.
“Rowen, it’s all right. Shh, it’s okay,” Sage murmured, kissing lower, on Rowen’s shoulder blades. Still wasn’t doing much, as Rowen very noticeably tried to choke back a sob. Sage was trying not to panic; he hadn’t anticipated this. Then again, real life was very rarely like romance novels. However, that idea sparked another, and Sage wormed his fingers from Rowen’s hips to the fastening of his jeans, playing with the swell of warm flesh there. He could feel the dried come covering the rough fabric, and the images from earlier flashed in his mind, turning him on.
“God, Rowen, please…don’t be upset with me. Please, I didn’t mean to intrude…” Sage said quietly, kissing the middle of Rowen’s back. That, and touching Rowen as intimately as Sage could presently, seemed to be changing the blue haired boy’s mood. He went from wanting to run off in any direction Sage would allow to arching into the blonde’s touch, moaning low in his throat. His grin returning, Sage pressed his fingers into Rowen’s flesh, causing him to gasp beautifully.
“Sage,” Rowen panted, pleading. Sage licked from the middle of Rowen’s back up to his neck, molding himself to Rowen’s back, pressing his own hardness against him. Rowen’s eyes squeezed shut, pressing back into Sage. “Oh, please, Sage…” The blue haired warrior gasped. Sage rubbed the zipper tab on Rowen’s jeans between his fingers, contemplating whether or not he should pull it down, in the middle of the hallway. Considering everyone else was still asleep, he thought he was safe enough and he couldn’t have been offered a better opportunity, so he slowly unzipped. Rowen’s breathing noticeably quickened.
Wrapping his fingers around Rowen, Sage slowly started to pump him. Rowen moaned deeply, lifting one hand to run his fingers through the silky blonde hair of the gorgeous man standing behind him. Soft lips kissed butterfly touches across Rowen’s heated neck as Sage sped up his hand.
“Oh, Sage…” Rowen moaned, steadying himself against Sage, spreading his legs a little. Sage’s eyes alit with understanding. He reached with his other hand between Rowen’s legs, pressing into the still cloth-covered spot that caused Rowen to momentarily lose his breath. Sage was having a little difficulty breathing himself, and he pressed a little harder.
“Oh, fuck, Sage!” Rowen ground out, his own hand gripping onto Sage’s; the one currently pressing into him. Sage bit his lip, his hand fumbling, pulling down Rowen’s jeans as well as he could one-handed. Rowen did try to help, though he absolutely refused to let Sage’s other hand leave his cock.
They finally removed the obstacle, and Sage’s fingers immediately found Rowen’s entrance, slowly pressing one digit into him. Rowen threw his head back, relishing the feel of Sage in and on him. Sage began thrusting his finger in and out of Rowen, causing Rowen to buck against him, thus causing Sage’s other hand to pump him faster, albeit a little clumsier.
Rowen was getting very close to coming, but he so wanted to make this last. Sage didn’t seem to be far off himself, but he, too, didn’t want to finish unless it was within Rowen.
Pulling his finger out to the first knuckle, Sage squeezed his middle finger next to his index, pushing both those fingers into Rowen. Rowen had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming, but it felt so good. He grabbed the base of his own cock, keeping himself from release.
Sage was starting to lose it; seeing Rowen react so very well was enough to drive him right over the edge, but using all the discipline he could muster, he kept himself right there. He knew it would annoy Rowen, but he was getting too hot, so he slowed his movements on Rowen’s hardness. Rowen whimpered at the loss, and grunted when it seemed Sage wasn’t going to do anything else. However, that was apparently not the case, as he began to feel Sage’s pants sliding low, and his own hard cock pressing up against him.
“Oh, yes, Sage…” Rowen pleaded, having moved his other hand to the tip of his cock, teasing himself. Sage bit down on Rowen’s shoulder playfully, positioning himself. Slowly removing his fingers, he began to push in, practically reeling from the tight heat.
“Fuck, Row, I’m not going to last,” Sage muttered through clenched teeth. Rowen was still a little breathless, and still quite obviously unable to speak, so he simply nodded his understanding. Sage picked up the pace, and Rowen let go of himself. It didn’t take too long before the both of them came, hard.
Panting, Sage kissed the back of Rowen’s neck, making the blue haired boy chuckle low in his throat, turning his head. Looking into the violet eyes of his lover, he grinned, kissing him full on the lips.
“So, I’m assuming you liked what you saw, then?” Rowen winked.
The End
