For my nearest and dearest semecucumber, on her birthday. ♥Title: The Perils of ManhoodFandom: Air GearPairing: Minami Itsuki x Wanijima AkitoRating: NC-17Warning: general stupiditySummary: Akito has a problem, and only Ikki can make it better. ;oFeedback is definitely loved. Lord knows it feels weird writing Air Gear for the first time. x_x;;Ikki loved Sundays. Sundays rocked harder than a kid with ADD on a rocking horse. Rolling onto his back, chewing on a pocky stick and scratching at his balls, Ikki thanked the Good Lord and Butter above for the invention of Sundays. Wasnt it supposed to be a special God-type day, anyway? "And on the seventh day, the Lord said . . . Ikki was sure he heard something like that at some point. Let there be no school. Let it rock. Right now, he was chilling out on his bed in boxers and a t-shirt, the one that had that unidentifiable stain that Ikki thought kinda looked like Japan. A few days ago hed snatched an old television set from the school dumping grounds, and currently had it hooked up (with help from Ringo), to a local station that was marathoning some seriously badass movies. Right now, he was watching Bruce Lee nunchaku some guys ass to a bloody pulp. Fucking epic.He pummeled his pillow a few times, mimicking his new idols awesome moves, then got up on his feet in classic martial arts fighting stance, pumping his fist and contorting his face into an angry visage.Then, a badly-timed knock on the door broke his concentration, causing him to fall off the bed and face-first onto the floor.Ikki-kun? a sweet voice followed the soft creak of the door opening, and a sweet face with an eyepatch over its right eye poked in. Are you busy?Yes. Very. Given the bizarrely contorted position he was currently lying in, this was believable.Akito - innocent, sweet, eye-patched Akito - entered anyway. Ikki growled at him in his uncomfortable state, wanting nothing more than to spend his Sunday alone with Bruce Lee and maybe a dirty magazine or two. But this was not to be. As Akito shut the door softly behind him and leaned against it, Ikki finally noticed the boys distressed composure; little hands fisted around the bottom edge of his sweatshirt and his expression was nervous and fearful, complete with a single teardrop falling from his one bared eye. Ikki rolled almost effortlessly into a sitting position, overcome with his brotherly instincts. Because thats all they were, really. He was looking out for the little guy, plain and simple.Ikki-kun, I . . . I need your advice. Poor boy looked like a nervous wreck. Something has ha-ha-happened to me.Ha-ha-happened? Did his body finally mature enough, was he officially a girl now? Because damn . . . Youd be better talking to Ringo about that.But I asked Agito-kun, and Agito-kun told me youd be able to help me. He said you were probably an expert.An expert, eh? Ikki perked up. He liked the sound of that. Well, you know, I am an expert on many and various . . . uh, things. Sure he was. Like, A-Ts and . . . well, things.Really? Akito looked a little hopeful at that. Do you think you can help me, then?Of course! Movie had just gone to commercial anyway. How long could the little guys problem take? Whats the problem?Akitos cheeks appeared to darken somewhat. Was he sick? Its um . . . He looked around the room nervously, then stepped forward until he was standing in front of Ikki. He scrunched his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and lifted his sweatshirt above his waist. This.Ikki found himself face to face with a raging, sizable, and thankfully-clothed preteen erection. Or should that be face to dick? Regardless, his suspicions about the sharks gender had just been stamped out.W-W-W-WHAT?! Ikki crawled backwards onto his bed until the back of his skull knocked into his headboard, a look of abject horror distorting his face. WHAT THE HELL?!Although it had been an automatic reaction, yelling had been a bad move. Three seconds and a concerned Ringo was knocking on his door.Ikki? Whats wrong? The doorknob twisted but held still. Akito, apparently foreseeing this danger, had locked the door. Ikki, why is your door locked, are you okay?Akito himself meanwhile had shrunk crouching into a dark corner with a little black cloud of despair raining on his head. Ikki needed to do something.Im fine! It was just the TV! he called through the door, putting on a big grin even though Ringo obviously couldnt see him. Nothing to worry about!Are you sure? It sounded like you were screaming. Can I come in? The doorknob jingled again, this time with more force.No! Ikki panicked and held the door closed even though it wasnt necessary. Why not?Im naked!A tiny shriek and a series of rushing footsteps told him he was in the clear.Phew. That was a close one. Although close to what, he wasnt really sure. He just didnt want to explain to Ringo why Akito was sitting in a corner of his room looking like his favorite pet had just gotten run over by a truck. (Probably the one his scary-ass brother drove.)He tried to think of something appropriate to say but ended up with a monotone of What the hell. Akito. What the hell. At least he kept it to a dull roar this time.But Ikki-kun, I dont know what to do! Akito whined tearfully. He pulled his shirt down to cover the cause of his shame, then squirmed helplessly as he undoubtedly made it worse. Ikki tried not to let his sex-starved mind linger too long on what exactly it was.It feels so weird! And I cant go to the bathroom when its like this!Sweatdrops formed in a hundred different spots on Ikkis head.Akito pressed his hand to his problem as if to push it back down. It keeps getting worse! Ikki-kun! His tiny fist rubbed over the bulge angrily as his smooth, pretty face flushed and his soft, pink mouth went slack. Help me, Ikki-kun. Please!Something within Ikki snapped. It must have been his brain.He relaxed from his horrified position and sat down stiffly on his bed. Sit down.Akitos eyes brightened just a bit. Ikki-kun?Just come ere and sit down! You wanna get rid of it, right? Yeah, now that he thought about it, he might be considered something of an expert in this particular field. Fucking smart mouth Agito.Akito made a happy noise of affirmation and jumped onto the bed beside him, squirming closer and closer until he almost had Ikki falling off the side. What should I do? Should I take my pants off? Ikki was about to protest vehemently, but he didnt have time to. His eyes boggled out of his skull; a split second later and Akitos jeans and white cotton briefs were around his delicate-looking ankles, and he was looking up at Ikki with a bright, innocent, expectant smile. Now what?Ikki gaped for a minute, and Akitos eyes wandered down. Oh! You have one too!WHAT. Ikki looked down. WHAT THE HELL. He instinctively tried to cover himself, but knew it would be kinda meaningless by this point. Why, oh why was this happening to him? And why was it happening on his Sunday? Before doing anything else, Ikki reached over and turned the TV off before turning back to Akito and his now-mutual problem.Akito's eyes were practically sparkling as he stared at the bulge in Ikki's boxers.Can I touch it?NO.Akito pouted and Ikki winced as his cock twitched gently against his thigh. Well, he supposed this would make things a bit easier in a sense. He held his breath, swallowed his pride, and pulled his boxers off.Alright. First what you do-Wow, Ikki-kuns is so much bigger than mine!WHAT YOU DO IS. Um. Well. You, er, touch it. He was appalled to feel his face go hot. Couldnt be helped though. No one had ever watched him jerk off before, after all. His palm was sweaty before it even reached his cock. L-like this.He hissed as the sensitive skin of his cock shivered with approval as it was given a nice, firm stroke. He was rock hard almost instantly, and had to bite his lip so as not to moan as the sweet, dull pleasure began to spread throughout his groin.Like this? Akito mimicked his actions. Aah! he cried in a helpless voice and grabbed Ikkis thigh as if scared. Ikki, annoyed, instinctively looked over to see what he was doing. Bad idea. Really bad idea. He wasnt getting turned on by this, no way in hell, wasnt happening, no sir, never in a million years. He was turned on because he was thinking about . . . tits. Oh yeah, tits. Mmmmm he loved tits; loved the way they looked, the way they felt (or the way he imagined they felt), the way they jiggled up and down.Think about . . . girls and stuff. He was instructing Akito. Not himself. Think of a really hot girl. Someone you like. Think of doing . . . um . . . naughty things with her.Naughty things?Ikki could feel his ears must be redder than a beet by this point. Things like . . . kissing her. Touching her. Touching her boobs.Silence passed between them for a few minutes, where the only things either could hear were the heavy breaths of one another. Ikki bit his lip as frustration seeped into his veins. Dammit, but his regular fantasies just werent working today. Must be because of the awkward situation. Or maybe Akitos hand on his thigh? No, his mind stamped that one out immediately.Ikki-kun? Akito sounded as frustrated as Ikki felt. What is it?This isnt helping.What? Why?I dont like girls.Ikki froze. Oh yeah. Now that he thought about it, the little brat was a bit of a flamer, wasnt he?So . . . think about guys then!Someone I like?Ikki felt his stomach tighten as he swallowed, taking a few moments to answer. I guess.Okay! Akito chirped brightly. Ill think about you!Wait . . . thats . . . Ikki gasped as his cock gave a twitch of pleasure and the muscles of his legs shook ever-so-slightly. So, I should think about kissing Ikki-kun? And touching Ikki-kun . . . Ikki-kun doesnt have boobs though . . .Well, sorry about that, Ikki retorted, somehow slightly offended. Ah . . . ah, Ikki-kun . . . ooooh. Akito moaned like he was in heaven, and Ikki couldnt resist a peek.Fuck it all, he cursed under his breath and quickened his strokes, reaching down to cradle his balls. He couldnt deny it any more, this was hot. And fuck him, he wanted to touch him, and badly. What that meant, he chose not to dwell on.Are . . . he swallowed nervously and started again. Are you thinking about . . . me?Mmmm, Akito nodded, threw his head back, and jerked his slim little hips up into his hand. Ikki watched, so incredibly aroused he quickened his strokes without realizing. This feels good, Ikki-kun, Akitos eyes fluttered open, and he looked at Ikki through half-closed lids. Why does it feel so good?Ikki couldnt answer that, so he posed a question instead. What are you thinking about? You know, with me? There was a small, vanishing voice in his head that was telling him this was sick and practically pedophilia, but his cock had long ago taken control over his body.I . . . Akito slowed his movements, looking embarrassed. Dont be embarrassed, come on, tell me, Ikki whined impatiently.Im thinking about you. About you . . . touching me. Like this.Yeah, Ikki groaned and licked his lips. It was the very thing he had wanted to hear. He was sweating like crazy now, and so, so close. He watched those small fingers slide up and down, pulling back foreskin and revealing a wet, reddened tip. He was getting closer.Ikki-kun . . . aah . . .Ikki let out a growl, noticing how inexperienced the boy was in the fine art of masturbation. Well, his brain (cock) spoke up, there was only one way to teach him, wasnt there?You like the thought of that . . . me touching you. Huh, Akito?Yeah, Ikki-kun, Akito whimpered helplessly. So good.Ikki didnt need anymore permission than that. He took the hand that was fondling his own balls and reached over towards Akito without a hint of hesitation. He sucked in a breath right before he wrapped his hand around it, and gave a deep moan at the amazing feel of it, warm and soft in his hand. He stroked it once, rubbing over the head and lathering the shaft with sticky precome; a second stroke, and it wasnt just precome.Akito gave a wordless shriek of pleasure as his small, pink cock came on Ikkis hand, hips lifting off the bed and eyes going wide momentarily. Ikki felt his jaw drop, his right hand squeeze, his groin tighten, and his own cock release in the span of a single breath. Oh holy god. Oh fuck yes. This was so, so much better than tits.Spent, he laid back on his bed to catch his breath. A minute later, he raised both hands in front of him; one was covered in his own come, the other in Akitos. He stared and realized what hed just done.For the sake of his pride, he just managed to stop the WHAT THE HELL?! before it came out of his mouth. There was no use denying it now; what was done was done.He wiped off his hands on his discarded boxers and turned to his side, pointedly away from Akito. He was sleepy with physical satisfaction, and his eyes were drooping with sleep when he turned over without realizing and found himself staring at a slightly less-pretty boy than before.I always knew you were a sick, twisted homo. Fucking crow.~FIN~______♥
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