*

The stars were very pretty that night. What he could see of them, past treetops and the glare of city lamplight, anyway. Eyes watering, Youhei squinted up at them as a light breeze swayed the black tree-shadows overhead and glowing spots bounced in his eyesight like the disjointed camerawork of a Shiina Ringo PV.

He tried shifting his less that comfortable seat at the top of a low park wall but soon realized that the energy needed to scrape his backside off the concrete would be more than he was willing to expend, so he stayed put. Or as much as he could under the circumstances anyway.

He took a long pull on the cigarette dangling between his lips, let the smoke curl upwards in fat, lazy plumes that danced and twisted before his eyes until there was nearly an entire curtain of shifting white between him and the rest of the world. His head tilted back just as slowly, just as lazily and he let his eyes shut, feeling as each and every eyelash swept against his cheek. It was strange, this heightened sense of time and touch-- much like the wild rush of adrenaline he got in a fight, but without the icy, cold rage.

"ITTAI!"

Youhei jerked at the loud shout but otherwise remained still, trying to regain the moment of blissful peace he had been ensconced within just moments before.

"You jerk! You dropped ash down my neck--- stop smoking!!"

Growling mentally, Youhei's eyes snapped open. He hurriedly snatched the cigarette from his mouth before it could be taken from him and glared down at Hanamichi. "Do you have any idea how fucking much these cost? Paycheck doesn't arrive until next Friday. This one is going to have to hold me out until then."

Hanamichi jumped up, bracing his weight with his hands in the wall on either side of Youhei's hips until his face was no more than half an inch away. "You're thinking about saving your cigarettes at a time like this?" Youhei sneered back at him, not giving an inch. He was not the sort to be easily cowed, if at all, and certainly not for something like this.

"It isn't as if I asked you to jump me on my way home."

Hanamichi firmly squeezed the saliva-coated erection waving proudly from Youhei's fly. "You weren't exactly complaining."

Youhei squirmed in his grip.

"Have you ever heard about being a little accommodating?" He grit out from behind tightly clenched teeth. He felt inordinately proud at getting that entire sentence out at one go. No stuttering, even. Extra points for using vocabulary words.

Hanamichi grinned up at him. "With the way I skip classes, you expect me to understand big words like that?" He squeezed again, this time with a rippling motion in his knuckles. Youhei fought back the yowl that threatened to rip itself out from the back of his throat. "Look, you know me. I'll just shrivel up and die without my nicotine." He said a little desperately--the end of that statement coming out more as a gasping whine as Hanamichi peered down at his trapped erection and blew a stream of warm air onto it.

"Hm. Doesn't look like it to me."

Youhei only growled and glared at him. Hanamichi was cheerfully unrepentant.

"So which is it? Cigarette or blowjob?"

"How about both?"

"Sorry, I don't think I'm man enough to handle that." Hanamichi laughingly let go of Youhei and made as if to back away.

Youhei spat out, "Blow first, I'll smoke later, alright?"

Hanamichi moved near again, looking up at him with a disconcertingly knowing grin. His long-fingered hand rubbed rough little circles on his groin, calluses and slightly chipped nails caught on his pubic hair. Youhei hastily added, "...since you obviously aren't man enough to handle both at the same time." But the jibe fell flat with the way Hanamichi's smile didn't even have the grace waver, instead, choosing to become wider and brighter. Much brighter.

Shivering, Youhei tried not to squirm at the strange squiggly in his stomach, tried matching gaze for gaze, but he finally jerked his own eyes away, discomfited.

"Well?" Youhei said, his voice sounded rough in his ears.

For answer, Hanamichi gave a small laugh and dropped his head. Swallowed. Him. In. One. Gulp.

Youhei found his state of bliss again, and then some.

*

FWEEEEEET

Youhei jerked with a startled shout, then shouted again, in pain, as Hanamichi's teeth scraped across hypersensitive skin as they both whipped around, trying to locate the source of the whistle.

Twisting his head towards the sound of running feet, Youhei spotted the glint of silver buckles off a Police uniform. Headed straight for them. The shrill shriek of the whistle grew louder every second they remained rooted in shocked, and still fairly aroused, place.

"SHIT! FUCK!"

"Later!" Hanamichi gasped out and yanked Youhei off the wall, turning to run. Youhei nearly circumcised himself getting his fly up. Risking only a moment to scoop his cigarette off the wall, he whirled and followed after the redhead, matching him step for step. Behind them, he could hear the outraged shouts of the cop they were rapidly leaving behind in a cloud of kicked up dirt.

"Public indecency! You punks! Get back here!!"

Damned cops and their civic duty.

-end.

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