Wishful Thinking

Haruki turned off the light and took a tentative step towards his bed. He nervously pushed aside a few crumpled articles of clothing with his foot, sharply aware of his own nakedness. Enough light filtered through the closed blinds to illuminate his oddly pale skin. As he drew slowly closer to the bed, he looked even paler. Not only next to the midnight black sheets, but to the perfectly tanned flesh of the nude figure laying comfortably there.

Compared to Haruki, this man was divinely beautiful. Haruki saw the tight muscles beneath the other's skin, the perfect curves of his body and face. Slim and strong, the man on his bed was like a dream. Every tiny bead of perspiration, brought out in the room's stifling heat, ran along the contours of his sculpted frame. Haruki gave a ragged, anxious sigh.

His partner smiled enticingly. "Come on. Don't be nervous." His voice was honey, strong and sweet. "I'm all yours."

A tentative hand reached out to stroke the man's exposed thigh. He closed his eyes as Haruki gently caressed his smooth legs. A delicate smile played at the boy's lips, one that might be broken with no more than a whisper. In silence, Haruki lay himself down next to his partner.

"Ryuu..." The man's lips spread in a luscious grin at the sound of his name. Haruki gently pressed his open mouth to the other's parted lips. Ryuu's kiss was deep and strong. It filled Haruki with all the confidence he needed. The tension eased from his body, blood pumping in his veins, his member stiffening and sending a shock of passion through his bones.

Almost instinctively, he reached down to touch himself, but a firm hand stopped him. Haruki flushed hotly. He felt his hand guided over to another waiting organ, the massive hardness between Ryuu's legs. Embarrassment fading, Haruki wrapped his fingers around Ryuu's cock and caressed its stiff length. The man's breathing became a series of moaning gasps in Haruki's ear as his finger slid up and down in an erotic rhythm.

Ryuu's eyes shot suddenly open. Haruki's heart pounded, and his pleasuring rhythm faltered. He looked at his partner almost fearfully, unsure of what was coming. Ryuu's lustful yet caring look melted the boy's fears away. In tacit understanding, Haruki lifted himself onto hands and knees, his slender buttocks raised into the air. Ryuu moved fluidly to stand on his knees behind Haruki. The boy bit his lip and glanced back, nodding once.

His cry echoed loudly off the walls before he could stifle himself. Whimpers of virgin pain mixed with suppressed moans as Ryuu's oversized cock plunged inside Haruki again and again. He managed to whisper, "Don't stop..." in between the thrusts. Haruki's body was rocked forward and back from the power of Ryuu's hips. Every inch of his body was alive and burning with passion, dripping with sweat in the heat.

Ryuu's hand slipped around Haruki's waist and grasped the boy's hard length. At every thrust, that hand slid up in a motion of pure ecstasy, sliding down as Ryuu withdrew. The pumping of his cock, his hand, his entire body; Haruki felt Ryuu's entire self pleasuring him. He felt the excitement rising within him, threatening to burst out, so close...

A peal of thunder rumbled through the sky. Haruki jumped suddenly. He fell back, not onto a lover, but rough cotton sheets. He looked around at the empty room. It was clean, hollow, devoid of life. Only one heart beat, the one in Haruki's chest. There were no signs of anyone else there. There was no one else there.

Tears fell onto the black bedspread, invisible stains. Haruki smiled to himself, and it was the empty smile of a broken heart. Damn, he thought. I was so close, too. One of the best scenes I've ever imagined... His drew his legs up to his chest and curled up on the bed, his naked form huddled and alone. More tears soaked into the sheets, just as the first raindrops fell from the clouds.