"Mmm...Arai-kun...."

The slight body shifted, subconsciously trying to find a more comfortable position as the boy slept. He rolled to one side, then the other, then to his stomach...which turned out to be the most uncomfortable of all. Discontent, his eyes fluttered open to solve the problem on a conscious level.

After a second to wake up, Mikimaro rolled to his side again, grumbling about cheap mattresses waking him from pleasant dreams. Then he realized the true source of his discomfort...

...Between his legs.

With wide eyes he lifted the covers and peeked below...to discover certain parts of him having woken long before he did.

His brows knit together in confusion. He didn't quite understand. Of course he knew what it was, but he thought that only happened to guys when they saw a pretty girl or watched one of those X-rated movies. He'd been sleeping! His first thought was that something must be wrong.

And it hurt. Not like scraping a knee or burning a finger, this was a throbbing that wouldn't go away with a bandage or ointment. He tried rubbing it, like a sore muscle, gently, but that created all kinds of sensations he'd never felt before. It seemed to hurt worse, and scared him, just a bit.

He bit his lip and slowly climbed out of bed. Scowling at the 'tent' effect of his boxers, he made his way over to his roommate's bed, and shook the other teen.

"Kato-kun," he whispered, and got no reply. "Kato-kun," a little louder, earning him a shrug of the shoulder and a sneeze. "Oy, Kato-kun! Wake up!!"

"Go away!" the black-haired youth growled. "Lemme sleep." His snoring resumed.

The shorter boy kicked his friend's bed. "Stupid Kato-kun."

Pulling on a pair of loose shorts, and thanking the Gods they were baggy enough to hide...things...he stepped out of the room, quickly making his way down the hall. He knew exactly where to go, to the one who helped him always when he needed advice and comfort.

As he reached his destination he caught sight of another close friend exiting his own room. "Ohayo, Nakamoto-kun!" he said cheerfully, despite his current situation.

"Ohayo, Shimura-kun. You're up pretty early," Syo returned the smile.

"Ah, yeah..." he scratched the back of his head nervously, "I couldn't sleep." He fidgeted with the hem of his tee-shirt a moment, considering. "Ne, Nakamoto-kun..."

"Hai?"

"Do you know...I mean...have you ever...ah...."

"What is it?"

"Anou.... I-is Arai-kun in?"

The bespeckled teen looked at his friend inquisitively, then answered, "yes, but he's sleeping."

With a somewhat forced cheerful smile, "I'll wake him up."

"I'm sure you will," said with a chuckle.

As his friend continued on his way, Mikimaro entered their room, creeping over to the sleeping figure. He stopped for a second, gazing at the other teen whom he'd had a crush on for the longest time. He looked somewhat innocent in his sleep, despite the multi-colored hair and pierced ear, and the short boy almost regretted what he had to do.

He took a deep breath. "Arai-kun, wake up!!"

Violet eyes shot open, and the youth jerked back reflexively, hitting his head against the wall. "Itai..." He looked at his...guest. "Mikimaro! What the hell! Get ou-" He stopped suddenly when he saw the other's eyes. "What's wrong?" said with a small hint of annoyance as he rubbed the back of his skull.

"I..." the small teen bit his lip again, nibbling nervously. "I..." Suddenly, and most unexpectedly, he unfastened his shorts and let them drop, showing the other the problem.

Tougo's eyes became huge...then he had to fight not to bust out laughing. "Is..." chuckle, "is that was this is about?"

"I didn't do anything!" the brunet blurted out. "I just woke up and it was there! I didn't do anything perverted! And I don't know how to make it go away!" The poor boy was on the verge of tears.

The rebel teen rubbed his forehead and smiled incredulously. "Are you that innocent?" He looked up at his little friend, "Mikimaro...it's natural. Normal even. It happens to all guys." The other looked a bit unbelieving. "It doesn't mean something's wrong with you or you were doing something hentai," he shrugged, "it just happens." He couldn't help but smirk.

"It..." sniffle, "it happens to you?"

"Occasionally."

"It happens to Takagi-kun?”

"Well...he's never said anything, but I'm sure it does."

"It happens to Kato-kun?"

A snort, "all the time."

"It happens to Nakamoto-kun?"

"Yes, even him."

"It happens to-"

"Yes!" Tougo interrupted, not wanting to know who was next. "It happens to all guys!" He looked into pleading brown eyes, "Mikimaro...?"

"It hurts...."

Brown eyes begging him.

"Make it go away...."

"Miki...." The rebel teen felt for his friend, and he couldn't help but want to take the other's discomfort away. It took less than a moment to make his decision. He reached out and took hold of the slim wrist, pulling the short boy onto the bed with him and laying him down.

"Arai-kun?"

"Shh...I'll help you."

He pushed the other's tee-shirt up, exposing the soft skin and running a finger along his side gently, tickling him a bit before pulling the article off altogether and casting it aside.

Mikimaro still wasn't sure how this would solve anything, but it felt good to have the person he cared for most so close to him. And when the other's mouth descended to his boyish chest, tongue flicking at, then suckling on a small nipple, he couldn't suppress a soft moan. But somehow...Tougo's 'help' seemed to only be making things worse. The throbbing amplified.

"Mm...Arai-kun..." he brought his hands up to push the other away, but couldn't bring himself to go through with it. Something stopped him, and his fingers ended up simply resting in the multi-colored hair.

The teen smirked against the slim body, reveling in the smaller youth's response. He wanted to see more of the innocent's reactions, and pulled back to continue his task. His hand glided down, taking hold of the boy's boxers and tugging gently.

As a reflex, Mikimaro's own hand shot down, pushing the other's away and gripping his shorts protectively. He was a modest boy after all.

Tougo paused for a moment, then moved up to face his friend, putting his mouth close to the other's ear. "This is the source of your pain, right?" He moved a hand to the brunet's erection, feeling the length through the cloth boxers and applying light pressure, rubbing gently. "If you want me to help you, you have to let me get to it." His tongue flicked out at the soft earlobe before he shifted to look into large brown eyes. "Do you want me to help you?"

The other opened his mouth to speak, but found it too dry to form words. He nodded, instead, as a reply.

"Good boy," Tougo gave a sexy grin. "Now, lift your hips up." Mikimaro complied, and the clothing was quickly removed and joined the discarded shirt.

The teen leaned back to gaze at his now nude companion, appreciating the beauty beneath him. Soft brown hair that stuck up adorably just so, with matching wide brown eyes, all set in a sweet boyish face. His body was slim and smooth, spotted with the occasional freckle, his manhood proving that he wasn't just a kid at all.

A softness came over the rebel youth's violet eyes, and he questioned for the first time why he was doing this. Sure, friends do things for each other, but he'd never even considered it when Yuusuke came whining to him about such things, or when Syo woke him up in the wee hours of the morning with his panting. What was it about Mikimaro that made him want to go through with this? Was it something in the boy's eyes...or more?

A whimper brought his attention back to the task at hand. The shorter boy was blushing all over and looked like he wanted to disappear. To ease his nerves, Tougo brought a hand up and gently caressed a soft cheek, then ever so slowly leaned in and kissed him. As they held the lip-lock, his wandering hand made its way down the boy's neck...chest...torso... It finally found its destination where the two slender legs met....

Mikimaro gasped as his friend took hold of him. New sensations filled him, and he moaned as the other began to slowly stroke him. His body arched of it's own will into the grasp; his hips began rocking with the rhythm. Whatever Tougo was doing...it still wasn't helping. The throbbing in his groin increased even more with the other's touch.

He was loving it.

Picking up pace, the boy pumped faster into his crush's hand, wanting more of the feeling...wanting more of the flame that was igniting hotter and hotter within him....

When the hand left him, he groaned in pain.

"A-Arai-kun...." His eyes, which had slid shut, opened halfway. "Arai-kun...don't stop...."

"Shh," the other soothed him, "it gets better." He shifted, arranging himself so that he lay between the smaller teen's legs. "I want to taste you..." he said in a husky voice. "All of you."

Before Mikimaro could understand what he was alluding to, a warm mouth engulfed him. Another moan escaped him as the skilled tongue lapped up and down his length. He moved his hips, seeking to go further into the warmth, but the other held him down, not allowing him to go any faster than the chosen, agonizing, pace.

Tougo closed his eyes, rather enjoying the taste of his shorter friend. The moans coming from the other, moans because of him, were like music to his ears, urging him on. His name, whispered on the boy's lips, was a beautiful sound. Passion deepened the normally high voice, but left it still with a sound of innocence...an innocence Tougo wanted to swallow up.

Sensation, feelings that were brand new to him, took over the whole of the brunet's mind and body. The hurt and embarrassment from earlier were forgotten; all he felt was his crush’s presence. His adored's very essence, his scent on the sheets, his nasal voice moaning as his mouth devoured it's 'treat', everything the youth loved about the rebel teen took him in, filling him more and more until he felt as though he would explode.

And so he did.

Unable, and unwanting to hold back, his seed was released into the welcoming mouth. He groaned out the other's name as he came, clutching the sheets beneath him in tight fists. The painful throbbing he'd previously felt left him, and his body began to relax.

Tougo looked up at the being beneath him, gazing at the boy catching his breath, the taste of him still on his lips. He shifted a bit, choosing a spot on the other's body, the juncture where torso met leg, to ravish gently. When the soft panting evened out to deeper breaths, he looked again to find his mate had fallen back to missed sleep.

And he smiled.

The softest, warmest of smiles crossed his face, and a tight feeling came over his heart. The violet-eyed youth crawled up, arranging himself so he was wrapped protectively around the other boy. His short partner snuggled unconsciously into the embrace, turning in his sleep to bury his face in the warm body next to him.

They lay like that for a while, Tougo listening to the other's deep breathing and almost drifting off himself. The door opening brought him out of his semi-slumber, and his roommate entered the room, stopping short upon seeing the couple. The rebel teen gave something of a warning glare.

"I saw nothing." Syo adjusted his glasses, grabbed a nearby box of cat food, and quickly left.

Violet-eyes drifting shut, Tougo briefly wondered what would become of them after this, how their relationship would change. He came to the conclusion that he didn't want to think about it right then, and shut out the thoughts. Instead, he stroked the boy's soft hair, allowing himself to fall into a warm slumber.

And small lips curled into a smile.

~owari~

notes:

Ok, ok...I made Mikimaro a bit more innocent and...dumb than what the law allows. ^^* I just needed an excuse for him to get some. ::grin:: And Arai’s probably a bit more tender than what’s in character....sue me. ^^* All in all...even I feel they’re a bit out of character, but I liked the idea, so it had to be done.

And *gasp* this is my first lemony fic ever! Kyaa! I’m scared! So I admit that it’s probably not the best.... Forgive me! I’ll practice and get better. ^,^ Constructive criticism is much appreciated! ^_~ (but be nice about it...remember, I’m still a lemon-writing virgin)