No Games
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Category:
M through R › Nobuta wo Produce
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
861
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
No Games
Beginning Notes: This is my first Nobuta fic and it might be my last, I dunno. So yeah…It’s basically a PWP. Sorry if this isn’t great. Please comment and join !
Word Count: 1092
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Surprised couldn’t begin to describe how Shuji had felt when he walked into that class. The first face he had really seen when coming up from his bow was none other than Kusano Akira. If they had been in different places he was sure he might have yelled “AKIRA SHOCK!” But Shuji could only stare in shock. Why and how was Akira here…in his class?
Relieved was also a word that couldn’t begin to describe how he felt when he knew it was not a dream. Akira was there, with him. Shuji had to smile to himself and the day seem to pass quickly. They had gone to the beach, talking, playing…touching.
The sun started to set and Shuji was laying on the sand beside Akira. They had talked about Nobuta, about why Akira was there. Now it was peaceful, no sounds, even from Akira, only the serene constant rhythm of the sea. That was until Akira, of course, decided to break the comfortable silence.
Akira let air blow through his pouty lips loudly, turning his head to face Shuji. “Shu~ji-kun,” he said, tilting his head. “Do you think you’ll ever be able to love someone?” he asked, making a hand puppet and letting it ‘bite’ Shuji’s nose. “Kon.”
Shuji looked over at Akira and then batted away his hand, moving his hand back behind his head. “Did you ever think Nobuta would become the way she is?” he asked, closing his eyes, before looking back at the sunset. “Anything is possible. I think that someday…I definitely will. Maybe soon,” he replied, watching the last bits of sunlight disappear in their colorful glory into the western horizon.
"Aha," Akira said, letting his hand puppet nibble on Shuji's long hair. "What if- kon kon..." he said, stopping the thought midway as he rolled onto his stomach. He pressed his hands under the sand, closing his eyes.
"What if what, Akira?" Shuji asked, turning his head to the side to look at the other boy. He briefly wondered if Akira might feel the same strange things that Shuji had. Shuji would never say that the feelings were romantic, least he hoped they weren't. But for a long time he'd felt a stirring around Akira, an unexplainable one.
"Betsuni~" Akira sing-songed, tossing some sand on Shuji's stomach. He let out a bored sigh and rolled over so that his upper body covered Shuji's their faces beside each other. "Kon kon," Akira said letting his puppet hand brush against Shuji's lips, though it could be brushed off as simply a mishap. Simply his hand getting to close, an accident.
Shuji's stomach did a flip, his lips tingling from the fleeting contact. he tilted his head to face Akira directly. "You ever fe-"
Akira interrupted Shuji mid-word, pressing their lips together with the desperation of someone who had been holding back too long. He pressed his tongue to Shuji's lips, hands tangling in the boy's hair. he felt like he was flying, no soaring in the breadth of the kiss.
Shuji was shocked completely a second time in the same day. His body felt like it was burning, his lips the center of the raging inferno that was throughout all his limbs, scorching every nerve. He pulled back slowly, swallowing and licking his tingling lips. "Akira..." he said, staring at the other and wondering if he was playing some demented game with Shuji's head.
Any questions Shuji might have been about to ask were silenced by a second longing kiss. Akira moved completely over Shuji, pressing his tongue into the boy's mouth. His hands smoothed down his sides, one slipping under Shuji's shirt, caressing his toned but soft stomach. "Shuji..." he whispered, pulling back and looking at the other longingly. "Don't hate me, ne," he murmured, pushing at the other's shirt, licking his lips as Shuji let him take it off.
The sand was warm against Shuji's back as he stared at Akira, feeling shocked by what had happened. "Why would I hate you?" he managed to ask, licking his own kiss swollen lips. He hesitantly pressed his lips to Akira's again, parting his lips to the other then. His mind was racing but as he simultaneously felt Akira's tongue in his mouth and the other's hand rubbing his groin, his mind came to a screeching halt. Was this really happening? Should he stop it? Probably, but god, the way Akira was touching him felt so good.
"Because I won't stop now," Akira whispered against Shuji's lips before giving him a ravaging kiss. He slipped his hand inside Shuji's uniform pants and underwear, palming the slowly growing erection. His kiss moved from Shuji's mouth across his jaw and down to the curve of his neck. "Shuji..." he murmured against the other's now bruised and heated skin, having been sucking on it previously.
Shuji's mind was reeling and his body was moving into Akira's hand. Could this really be happening? He couldn't believe his body was heating, reacting to Akira or that he was panting and moaning, though he strained to hold it back. Was this what had been stirring in him for so long? Akira had been feeling the same? Shuji had never felt so confused and yet so confident. He knew he wanted Akira, but how, why? Did the answer to those questions even matter? Not right now, he decided. "Akira, I'm so close," he groaned, unable to believe how vulnerable he sounded.
Akira smiled a little to himself. He had pulled Shuji and himself out of both of their pants, stroking his own length at a slower pace. He kissed Shuji deeply, pressing his tongue into the boy's mouth, exploring and claiming him. Shuji was his now. He wouldn't let him go.
Soon Shuji cried out his vision going blindingly white as his hips jerked with the impact of his orgasm. "Fuck," he groaned against Akira's lips. Slowly the high began to subside and Shuji lay panting with his eyes closed. In the aftermath of his release he almost was unaware that Akira was still present. He simply laid in the sand under the darkened sky, panting and trying to collect his sanity again.
In the meantime Akira had managed to get his hand cleaned off or rather he had had an enjoyable time tasting Shuji's essence. He licked his lips and leaned over to kiss Shuji again. "I love you, Shuji. Will you be just mine?"
Somehow Shuji knew Akira wasn't playing games with him. "Yeah," he answered, he wasn't playing either.
The End.
Author's Note: so, what do you think? Took me forever to write it. A bit OOC I think...and poorly written anyway (I SUCK!), but I hope you enjoyed! Love y'all!
Word Count: 1092
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Surprised couldn’t begin to describe how Shuji had felt when he walked into that class. The first face he had really seen when coming up from his bow was none other than Kusano Akira. If they had been in different places he was sure he might have yelled “AKIRA SHOCK!” But Shuji could only stare in shock. Why and how was Akira here…in his class?
Relieved was also a word that couldn’t begin to describe how he felt when he knew it was not a dream. Akira was there, with him. Shuji had to smile to himself and the day seem to pass quickly. They had gone to the beach, talking, playing…touching.
The sun started to set and Shuji was laying on the sand beside Akira. They had talked about Nobuta, about why Akira was there. Now it was peaceful, no sounds, even from Akira, only the serene constant rhythm of the sea. That was until Akira, of course, decided to break the comfortable silence.
Akira let air blow through his pouty lips loudly, turning his head to face Shuji. “Shu~ji-kun,” he said, tilting his head. “Do you think you’ll ever be able to love someone?” he asked, making a hand puppet and letting it ‘bite’ Shuji’s nose. “Kon.”
Shuji looked over at Akira and then batted away his hand, moving his hand back behind his head. “Did you ever think Nobuta would become the way she is?” he asked, closing his eyes, before looking back at the sunset. “Anything is possible. I think that someday…I definitely will. Maybe soon,” he replied, watching the last bits of sunlight disappear in their colorful glory into the western horizon.
"Aha," Akira said, letting his hand puppet nibble on Shuji's long hair. "What if- kon kon..." he said, stopping the thought midway as he rolled onto his stomach. He pressed his hands under the sand, closing his eyes.
"What if what, Akira?" Shuji asked, turning his head to the side to look at the other boy. He briefly wondered if Akira might feel the same strange things that Shuji had. Shuji would never say that the feelings were romantic, least he hoped they weren't. But for a long time he'd felt a stirring around Akira, an unexplainable one.
"Betsuni~" Akira sing-songed, tossing some sand on Shuji's stomach. He let out a bored sigh and rolled over so that his upper body covered Shuji's their faces beside each other. "Kon kon," Akira said letting his puppet hand brush against Shuji's lips, though it could be brushed off as simply a mishap. Simply his hand getting to close, an accident.
Shuji's stomach did a flip, his lips tingling from the fleeting contact. he tilted his head to face Akira directly. "You ever fe-"
Akira interrupted Shuji mid-word, pressing their lips together with the desperation of someone who had been holding back too long. He pressed his tongue to Shuji's lips, hands tangling in the boy's hair. he felt like he was flying, no soaring in the breadth of the kiss.
Shuji was shocked completely a second time in the same day. His body felt like it was burning, his lips the center of the raging inferno that was throughout all his limbs, scorching every nerve. He pulled back slowly, swallowing and licking his tingling lips. "Akira..." he said, staring at the other and wondering if he was playing some demented game with Shuji's head.
Any questions Shuji might have been about to ask were silenced by a second longing kiss. Akira moved completely over Shuji, pressing his tongue into the boy's mouth. His hands smoothed down his sides, one slipping under Shuji's shirt, caressing his toned but soft stomach. "Shuji..." he whispered, pulling back and looking at the other longingly. "Don't hate me, ne," he murmured, pushing at the other's shirt, licking his lips as Shuji let him take it off.
The sand was warm against Shuji's back as he stared at Akira, feeling shocked by what had happened. "Why would I hate you?" he managed to ask, licking his own kiss swollen lips. He hesitantly pressed his lips to Akira's again, parting his lips to the other then. His mind was racing but as he simultaneously felt Akira's tongue in his mouth and the other's hand rubbing his groin, his mind came to a screeching halt. Was this really happening? Should he stop it? Probably, but god, the way Akira was touching him felt so good.
"Because I won't stop now," Akira whispered against Shuji's lips before giving him a ravaging kiss. He slipped his hand inside Shuji's uniform pants and underwear, palming the slowly growing erection. His kiss moved from Shuji's mouth across his jaw and down to the curve of his neck. "Shuji..." he murmured against the other's now bruised and heated skin, having been sucking on it previously.
Shuji's mind was reeling and his body was moving into Akira's hand. Could this really be happening? He couldn't believe his body was heating, reacting to Akira or that he was panting and moaning, though he strained to hold it back. Was this what had been stirring in him for so long? Akira had been feeling the same? Shuji had never felt so confused and yet so confident. He knew he wanted Akira, but how, why? Did the answer to those questions even matter? Not right now, he decided. "Akira, I'm so close," he groaned, unable to believe how vulnerable he sounded.
Akira smiled a little to himself. He had pulled Shuji and himself out of both of their pants, stroking his own length at a slower pace. He kissed Shuji deeply, pressing his tongue into the boy's mouth, exploring and claiming him. Shuji was his now. He wouldn't let him go.
Soon Shuji cried out his vision going blindingly white as his hips jerked with the impact of his orgasm. "Fuck," he groaned against Akira's lips. Slowly the high began to subside and Shuji lay panting with his eyes closed. In the aftermath of his release he almost was unaware that Akira was still present. He simply laid in the sand under the darkened sky, panting and trying to collect his sanity again.
In the meantime Akira had managed to get his hand cleaned off or rather he had had an enjoyable time tasting Shuji's essence. He licked his lips and leaned over to kiss Shuji again. "I love you, Shuji. Will you be just mine?"
Somehow Shuji knew Akira wasn't playing games with him. "Yeah," he answered, he wasn't playing either.
The End.
Author's Note: so, what do you think? Took me forever to write it. A bit OOC I think...and poorly written anyway (I SUCK!), but I hope you enjoyed! Love y'all!