Obsession

Obsession
A/N: Written in response to the 30_Lemons prompt #19, The Gymnasium, or "Who wears short shorts?"

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Shuichi Minamino was skipping class.

Shuichi never skipped class. At least, not the way other kids did, cutting third period to take an early lunch or heading out a few classes before the day was done and going to the mall. If the world was ending, then he was prone to being absent. But the world wasn't ending today; he was just skipping, and that was unheard of.

Yusuke Urameshi, however, skipped class all the time. It was his fault that Shuichi was skipping as well. He hadn't intentionally come over here to Meiou High to distract his boyfriend--really. It was just that his feet had sort of taken him there, instead of to his own school. If he'd been thinking about it, he might have hoped to talk to Kurama in between classes, or hang around long enough to surprise him by walking home to him. Preferably to Yusuke's home, where there was no adult supervision and no interruptions to anything they might want to get up to.

He hadn't intended to be a distraction. But he did know Kurama's class schedule better than his own, and when he checked his watch he realized Kurama was in gym class. A ludicrous exercise for someone with Kurama's expertise as a fighter, but Shuichi Minamino didn't make waves by getting himself excused.

Then Yusuke got the bright idea that the kids might be out on the track, and he could watch Kurama or maybe get to speak to him. So he'd wandered around to the back of the building and gotten there just in time to see kids trickling out onto the field, singly or in groups of two and three, from the locker rooms.

Shuichi never made it onto the field. He was seized almost as soon as Yusuke saw him, a hand clamped over his mouth, and dragged to another side of the building. By the time Yusuke found somewhere he couldn't be seen stealing away with Meiou's prize student, Kurama had gotten over the shock of his abrupt kidnapping and was giggling. Yusuke quieted him with the best way he'd found of shutting Kurama up, a deep kiss.

Many long, enjoyable moments followed. Yusuke had maneuvered them into a fairly secluded location, hidden by some tall bushes and a tree growing near the side of the building, and Kurama seemed confident enough in their invisibility to return Yusuke's kisses. Yusuke melted into a series of deep liplocks, barely having to tilt his head to meet Kurama's mouth, allowing himself to drown in the perfection of the being in front of him.

He couldn't comprehend how it had taken him so long to notice. It couldn't just be that Kurama was a guy. Something must have been putting blinders over his vision. How else could he have failed to notice the way they complemented each other, the way the slightest graze of Kurama's hand could send him shivering, the way this ethereal being looked at him--as if he cared.

It was more than Kurama's beauty. They *fit* together.

Yusuke was dark, muscular, and masculine; clueless, but passionate, and aggressive. Kurama was fair-skinned, beautiful, and graceful, exotic and mysterious. He was light where Yusuke was dark, slender where Yusuke was strong, wise where he was ignorant, and willing to follow where Yusuke led.

They fit. That was all there was to it. They were nearly of a height, but even though Kurama had an inch or two on him Yusuke felt like the taller one because of the way Kurama would mold his slender form against Yusuke's more muscular one. They would be kissing, like this, and Kurama would wind his arms around Yusuke's shoulders, slowly and gracefully, and step forward so his body was aligned to Yusuke's, chest to chest and hips to hips--so close that he might have lost his balance if it hadn't been for that light grip on Yusuke's shoulders to steady him. It made Yusuke feel strong. He would respond by wrapping his arms around Kurama's waist, encouraging him to stay close--but then his hands would invariably wander, up and down the strong back, then down to cup Kurama's ass, kneading ever so gently.

Today his hands were wandering further. Because today Kurama was wearing shorts, extremely *short* shorts, for his gym class, and they exposed thighs so slim and supple that Yusuke couldn't keep his hands off them. He pulled Kurama so close to him that he was certain Kurama's weight wasn't centered on his feet anymore, but on his arms around Yusuke, and kissed him as deeply as he knew how. And as he did so he let his hands move down over Kurama's ass and past the hem of the shorts to touch bare skin. He ran his hands over the backs and sides and fronts of Kurama's thighs, not leaving an inch untouched, enjoying the purring noises Kurama was making into his mouth. He let his hands drift back up to Kurama's rear, but slipped inside his shorts as he did so, cupping Kurama without any fabric between their skin.

It was intoxicating.

Kurama was intoxicating. Yusuke really hadn't meant to grab him like this. But he hadn't been able to stop himself, either. He'd seen Kurama heading out to the field and he'd just looked like such a blend of Youko's sensuality and Shuichi's innocence. His sneakers were pure white, like they'd never touched the ground, and there was such a very, very long length of leg between them and the short green shorts. The jersey he wore was just slightly to big for him--looking like perhaps he'd borrowed it from a larger lover--and in any cause it taunted at what it hid, begged to be ripped off. And his hair was in a ponytail, which Yusuke hadn't seen him do before. It should have made him look like a girl, but it only served to expose his neck and lessen any distraction from his face.

The ponytail was somewhat defeated by now, shagging and looking a bit disheveled. Yusuke supposed he'd run his hands through it a little too vigorously. But he liked the half-undone look. It was... enticing.

Kurama tilted his head back and away, panting slightly. Deprived of the kisses they'd been sharing, Yusuke moved his mouth to Kurama's neck and began to kiss and nibble at it. "Yusuke," Kurama said, sounding amused. "I can't do this all day."

"I can." Yusuke licked along the faint thrum of Kurama's pulse, slipping his hands underneath his shorts again. "You can too."

"No, I can't." Kurama's voice was still amused, but also aroused. "I've got to go back to class."

"No you don't," Yusuke growled. Kurama hadn't made any move to pull away yet but Yusuke tightened his grip all the same, trying to pull Kurama closer and finding it impossible. "You're not getting me all hot and bothered and then leaving."

"You're the one who came here and got me all hot and bothered," Kurama pointed out.

"Imagine that." Yusuke bit Kurama's neck, careful not to leave a mark, caressing the backs of his thighs sensually. "Is that something I would do to you?"

"Yes," Kurama replied bluntly. Nonetheless, he moved into Yusuke's touch. "You may have--oh--you may have been virgin up to a week ago, Yusuke, but you're ridiculously horny," he finished with a pant.

"I'm a teenage boy," Yusuke countered, grinning. "And I am eager--" He paused briefly to nip lightly over Kurama's jugular. "To benefit from the vast experience of Youko Kurama."

"Well, Youko Kurama's due in calculus in half an hour, so if you'll excuse me--"

"Uh-uh." This time Kurama *had* tried to leave, and Yusuke wrapped a hand defiantly around his wrist, hauling him back. "I'm not done with you."

He subjected Kurama to an extremely long, deep, wet kiss, cupping his face with the hand not busy securing his wrist. Kurama was willing, kissing back in that gentle-yet-dirty way he had that made Yusuke so hard. When they ran out of air Yusuke pulled back and grinned at Kurama, suddenly full of mischief. "C'mon."

He ducked out from behind the tree, using his grip on Kurama's wrist to pull the startled kitsune along. "Yusuke--what--"

"Shh." Yusuke went to the side door and slipped inside the building, keeping Kurama close behind him. He looked around, pondering. There had to be a closet around here somewhere, or at the very least a men's room...

"Yusuke." Kurama was now trying to tug his wrist out of Yusuke's grip, and Yusuke spared a moment to be grateful he was the stronger of the two. "Yusuke, this isn't funny."

"It isn't supposed to be." Yusuke started dragging Kurama down the hall.

"Yusuke! This is my *school*!" The hiss was all Shuichi, and all indignation.

Yusuke grinned. "Yeah, I know. Kinda hot, don't you think?"

"No, I don't. I'm not going with you."

Yusuke spotted a likely looking door and began dragging his reluctant partner in crime towards it, grinning over his shoulder as he went.
"You wanna have sex in the hallway, then? 'Cause if you don't, I suggest you follow me."

Kurama followed him. Yusuke reached his target and opened the door only to find it was some kind of storage area so packed full of spare desks and broken chairs there wasn't room for even one of them, much less two. He felt another sharp tug at his hand as he closed the door. "Kurama, really, you're not gonna talk me out of this. The thought of doing you at the school where you're the top student is just too hot."

"There's a janitor's closet down this hallway."

Yusuke grinned broadly. "Now you're talking." He maintained his possessive grip on the kitsune's wrist, but let Kurama lead him down a narrower hallway to a door that revealed an alcove just the right size for two teenage boys to slip inside, lined by shelves filled with cleaning supplies and lit rather mustily by a skylight. It was perfect.

Kurama's disinclination seemed to have evaporated. Yusuke wasn't sure who pulled who in, but they both somehow wound up inside with the door shut and the lock flipped, and they were kissing, less languidly and more desperately than before. Kurama abandoned his usual grip on Yusuke's shoulders in favor of knotting his fingers into Yusuke's gel stiffened hair, refusing to let him move away. Yusuke turned and pressed Kurama hard against the door, fully intending to fuck him against it, but Kurama had other ideas.

"We don't have the time," Kurama panted into Yusuke's ear. "And we don't have lube."

"So?" Yusuke asked impatiently, fumbling with his belt buckle, Kurama's words not really penetrating his lust-fogged brain.

"So," Kurama said breathlessly, "trade me places." And in the space of a moment he had their positions reverse, Yusuke's back now pressed to the door. In the next moment he had dropped fluidly to his knees and taken over the task of undoing Yusuke's belt.

Yusuke moaned in unabashed lust. Kurama hurriedly and systematically undid his belt and fly and pulled down first his jeans, then his boxers. "You have to be quiet," he warned, right before he moved forward and took Yusuke's erection into his mouth.

Yusuke nearly bit his tongue in half, but he managed not to make any more noise than a muted whine. He did pound his fist into the door once, but quickly realized it would draw too much attention if anyone was walking past. He substituted by grabbing two fistfuls of glorious red hair, trying with all his might to resist the ungentlemanly urge to just hold Kurama still and fuck his mouth till he came. He had never known that anything could feel as good as what Kurama was now doing, or that it could get better every time.

Yusuke tried to hold out, because Kurama had taught him in the brief time they'd been lovers that the longer you fought off your orgasm, the better it wound up being. But contrary to this advice Kurama seemed bent on making Yusuke come as quickly as possible, repeatedly taking him so deep Yusuke could feel the head of his cock pushing past the start of the other boy's throat. When Kurama's fingers found Yusuke's sac and squeezed gently, Yusuke raised one hand to his mouth to muffle his scream and used the other to pull Kurama close to him as he came.

Kurama swallowed quickly, and then before Yusuke'd even had time to catch his breath Kurama was tucking him back into his boxers, and doing up his pants. He stood and kissed Yusuke, which Yusuke had expected--Kurama knew how much he loved it--but even expected, it sent a wicked, forbidden thrill through him to taste the echo of his own seed on his lover's tongue. Then Kurama unlocked the door and started to step out.

Yusuke quickly stopped him, blocking the door with one hand and grabbing Kurama's arm with the other. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he whispered.

"Yusuke, class is nearly out--"

"So I'll be quick." Yusuke gripped Kurama's arm tighter and pulled him back so forcefully Kurama lost his balance. Yusuke took advantage of that fact to quickly slam and lock the door again, and had Kurama pressed against it before he'd regained his equilibrium. Kurama's hand gripped his shoulders, but whether they were there to push him away or pull him closer Yusuke wasn't certain. He suspected Kurama wasn't certain, either.
Yusuke wasted no time. He dropped to his knees in front of Kurama and slipped his hands down the back of Kurama's shorts, squeezing his ass possessively and eliciting a moan. Then he stripped the scandalously short shorts and Kurama's underwear off in one quick movement, pleased and proud to find that Kurama was what looked like painfully aroused. Not giving him time to step out of his puddled clothing, Yusuke used his hands to press Kurama's hips back and, in a move he'd carefully cultivated in the scant week they'd been lovers, swallowed Kurama whole.

He heard the barest, most blessed beginning of Kurama's scream before the kitsune stifled it, biting down on his own fist. Yusuke growled around his mouthful of flesh, knowing the vibrations would drive Kurama wild. Sure enough Kurama's legs started trembling and he struggled to stay upright as Yusuke began bobbing his head, applying what skill he'd been able to learn in so short a time to the goal of driving his boyfriend insane. Yusuke glanced up long enough to see that Kurama was still biting down on his own hand, his hair in a fabulous state of disarray that made him look exactly like he was in the process of being well and truly fucked, and that his other hand was underneath his jersey, pinching and caressing his own nipple. Yusuke growled again at the intensely erotic sight and redoubled his efforts, gripping Kurama's hips with bruising force and sucking almost harshly.

It didn't take long. A few needy, repressed whimpers and Kurama's hips were bucking helplessly into Yusuke's mouth; a few growls and possessive movements of Yusuke's hands and Kurama was stifling another scream as he spilled into Yusuke's mouth, held up only by the force of Yusuke's hands pinning him against the door.

He was still shaking badly after Yusuke had pulled back and licked his lips, smiling in triumph; he was still shaking after Yusuke had stood and relocated Kurama's clothing back to where it was supposed to be. He looked dazed. Yusuke kissed him, trying not to be smug, and failed. "You've got class."

"Right." Kurama blinked a few times and took a deep breath. He placed his hands on Yusuke's shoulders and kissed him--it started out gentle, a farewell, but he offered no objections when Yusuke put one hand on the small of his back and deepened the kiss considerably, changing it into something that left them both gasping for breath when it was over. "Don't come for me like this again," Kurama said when he caught his breath again.

"'Kay," Yusuke agreed, knowing that he would.

Kurama took another deep breath, straightening his jersey. Yusuke didn't mention that his hair was a mess, sagging almost completely out of its ponytail and stray bits flying in a few different directions. He didn't mind at all if the other kids saw and wondered what Shuichi Minamino'd been up to--or who he'd been up to it with.

Kurama kissed him one more time, this time briefly, before opening the door to the closet and slipping out. Yusuke stood halfway concealed in the door frame, mostly in shadow, and watched him walk away. He was every inch as tempting as he'd been when Yusuke had first arrived. Yusuke let his gaze travel down the length of Kurama's body, from the red hair shifting slightly as he walked to the way the jersey slid over his skin to the firm brisk gait of those long, beautiful legs, and felt obsession settle onto him.

~finis~