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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,608
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Contest (YuKuwa)
Title: The Contest
Pairing: Yûsuke/Kuwabara
Rating: NC-17 for masturbation and hand jobs
Prompt: Jerking off together isn't a big deal. It's just a guy thing. Right. (Smut preferred, UST ok too.) [Note: Don't care who's on top, and prefer men to ukes and semes.]
Author's Notes: hibem -You asked for men, you got 'em. Although it's refreshingly free of burp/fart contests. *snerk* Oh, and I do not own YYH. (Written for Yaoi Challenge over at LJ.)
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The Contest
A YYH fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
It had started one afternoon out of sheer boredom. Yuusuke was lying down in Kuwabara’s room, exhausted from the intense Japanese summer heat, in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers. Kuwabara was hard at work on getting prepared for his college entrance exams, but the heat was getting to him. He sat down on the bed with Yuusuke, deciding on a momentary study break so that he could clear his mind.
But Kuwabara did not count on the distraction, which came from Yuusuke’s intense longing for Keiko while she was off to college, that would come and make the situation more awkward.
“Urameshi- you’re pitchin’ a tent!” Kuwabara was a genius at pointing out the obvious.
Yuusuke sulked. “What am I supposed to do about it, dumbass? I’m not gonna jerk off in front of someone else!”
“Aww, c’mon, are you some sort of sissy? I DARE you to jerk it!”
“What, you wanna see? You’re more of a fag than Sensui was now? Makes sense he had you tied up so he could make you use your sword.” Yuusuke smirked, one of his trademark Urameshi shit-eating grins that said, “I’ve got your ass, bitch”.
“What, Urameshi? I ain’t gay! I just…erm…my dick’s bigger!”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.” Both boys whipped out their erections, and each stared momentarily at the other’s cock. There were transient thoughts of how they would feel rubbed up against one another, but those were soon pushed aside in favor of a competitive comment, something along the lines of: “You’re hung like a girl!”
And then: “No, you are!”
“Shut up, Urameshi! My dick’s as big as any other old dick, if not bigger! Now c’mon, man, live up to that dare and start jerkin’ it!”
“You go first. After all, you think that jerking off in front of another guy isn’t gay.”
Kuwabara grabbed hold of his dick and started pumping furiously. “It’s NOT! Every guy’s done it at least once!”
Yuusuke smirked again, and started to rub down his own erection. Watching his friend masturbate was having an unexpected effect on him: namely that he was becoming more aroused than he normally would be if he were masturbating alone. Both boys found that the sounds of heavy breathing and satisfied grunts permeating the room plunged them deeper and deeper into their own little world where everything was pleasure and where time seemed to be suspended.
Yuusuke decided to be bold and reached his free hand over to Kuwabara’s cock, and started pumping it while massaging the head with his thumb. Kuwabara didn’t seem to mind getting a hand job from his friend, and thrust up into Yuusuke’s hand hard and fast. Before long, he couldn’t take it anymore, and his semen spurted wildly onto Yuusuke’s hand while he lay down on the bed, exhausted. Yuusuke continued to masturbate, and, before long, had come as well.
“…Whoa.”
“You said it, Kuwabara.” Yuusuke mopped the sweat off of his brow. “Maybe this time it was gay…?”
“Nah.”
“By the way, I shot the bigger load,” Yuusuke said, again making with the shit-eating Urameshi grin.
“You did not! My load was WAY bigger!”
“Naw, it was like you were takin’ a piss, man! My load was HUGE!”
“You’re lyin’, Urameshi!”
“Shaddup.”
Lying on the bed in a post-ejaculatory haze, it never occurred to either of them that the tension between them was a contest that neither of them was ever going to win. They would fight round after round, battle after battle, ejaculation after ejaculation, making up excuses as they went along for why they were doing what they were, without either of them realizing that, through their macho street-punk posturing, they were showing each other affection that could not be matched by anyone else in their lives.
Yes, as long as men were men and secrets were secrets, the contest between Urameshi Yuusuke and Kuwabara Kazuma would rage on.
-FIN
Pairing: Yûsuke/Kuwabara
Rating: NC-17 for masturbation and hand jobs
Prompt: Jerking off together isn't a big deal. It's just a guy thing. Right. (Smut preferred, UST ok too.) [Note: Don't care who's on top, and prefer men to ukes and semes.]
Author's Notes: hibem -You asked for men, you got 'em. Although it's refreshingly free of burp/fart contests. *snerk* Oh, and I do not own YYH. (Written for Yaoi Challenge over at LJ.)
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The Contest
A YYH fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
It had started one afternoon out of sheer boredom. Yuusuke was lying down in Kuwabara’s room, exhausted from the intense Japanese summer heat, in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers. Kuwabara was hard at work on getting prepared for his college entrance exams, but the heat was getting to him. He sat down on the bed with Yuusuke, deciding on a momentary study break so that he could clear his mind.
But Kuwabara did not count on the distraction, which came from Yuusuke’s intense longing for Keiko while she was off to college, that would come and make the situation more awkward.
“Urameshi- you’re pitchin’ a tent!” Kuwabara was a genius at pointing out the obvious.
Yuusuke sulked. “What am I supposed to do about it, dumbass? I’m not gonna jerk off in front of someone else!”
“Aww, c’mon, are you some sort of sissy? I DARE you to jerk it!”
“What, you wanna see? You’re more of a fag than Sensui was now? Makes sense he had you tied up so he could make you use your sword.” Yuusuke smirked, one of his trademark Urameshi shit-eating grins that said, “I’ve got your ass, bitch”.
“What, Urameshi? I ain’t gay! I just…erm…my dick’s bigger!”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.” Both boys whipped out their erections, and each stared momentarily at the other’s cock. There were transient thoughts of how they would feel rubbed up against one another, but those were soon pushed aside in favor of a competitive comment, something along the lines of: “You’re hung like a girl!”
And then: “No, you are!”
“Shut up, Urameshi! My dick’s as big as any other old dick, if not bigger! Now c’mon, man, live up to that dare and start jerkin’ it!”
“You go first. After all, you think that jerking off in front of another guy isn’t gay.”
Kuwabara grabbed hold of his dick and started pumping furiously. “It’s NOT! Every guy’s done it at least once!”
Yuusuke smirked again, and started to rub down his own erection. Watching his friend masturbate was having an unexpected effect on him: namely that he was becoming more aroused than he normally would be if he were masturbating alone. Both boys found that the sounds of heavy breathing and satisfied grunts permeating the room plunged them deeper and deeper into their own little world where everything was pleasure and where time seemed to be suspended.
Yuusuke decided to be bold and reached his free hand over to Kuwabara’s cock, and started pumping it while massaging the head with his thumb. Kuwabara didn’t seem to mind getting a hand job from his friend, and thrust up into Yuusuke’s hand hard and fast. Before long, he couldn’t take it anymore, and his semen spurted wildly onto Yuusuke’s hand while he lay down on the bed, exhausted. Yuusuke continued to masturbate, and, before long, had come as well.
“…Whoa.”
“You said it, Kuwabara.” Yuusuke mopped the sweat off of his brow. “Maybe this time it was gay…?”
“Nah.”
“By the way, I shot the bigger load,” Yuusuke said, again making with the shit-eating Urameshi grin.
“You did not! My load was WAY bigger!”
“Naw, it was like you were takin’ a piss, man! My load was HUGE!”
“You’re lyin’, Urameshi!”
“Shaddup.”
Lying on the bed in a post-ejaculatory haze, it never occurred to either of them that the tension between them was a contest that neither of them was ever going to win. They would fight round after round, battle after battle, ejaculation after ejaculation, making up excuses as they went along for why they were doing what they were, without either of them realizing that, through their macho street-punk posturing, they were showing each other affection that could not be matched by anyone else in their lives.
Yes, as long as men were men and secrets were secrets, the contest between Urameshi Yuusuke and Kuwabara Kazuma would rage on.
-FIN