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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ookiku_Furikabutte_|_Big_Windup!
  Relationship:
      Abe_Takaya/Mihashi_Ren
  Character:
      Abe_Takaya, Mihashi_Ren
  Additional Tags:
      literally_just_porn, but_my_fave_kind_of_porn, [winks], btw_underage_does
      not_mean_shota, it_just_means_like...., they're_15-16_so_it's_okay,
      [dances_away], Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Bottom_Mihashi, Top_Abe,
      bottom_Mihashi_is_my_favorite_Mihashi, better_than_the_summary_makes_you
      think
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-08 Completed: 2016-04-02 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 1139
****** Omelette Du Fromage ******
by Irish_Cupcake
Summary
     Mihashi has naughty naughty dream time with his dream boyfriend.
Notes
     [Dances in from 10 month hiatus with this] Howdy.
     I named it cheese omelette after the first thing that came to mind. I
     might continue this past one chapter if I'm feeling up to it (I
     really am) and if you guys want more. So please comment if you do
     want some more of this.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
   Mihashi groans quietly and grinds his ass down onto Abe’s lap, feeling his
hard dick pressing up against the curve of his ass and onto his balls. Abe in
turn grasps onto Mihashi’s hips more tightly and thrusts upwards. He leans
forward and kisses Mihashi roughly while thrusting upwards repeatedly. His
calloused and large hands trailing downwards to grab Mihashi’s buttocks hard
and spread them slightly, kneading his soft cheeks gently, pulling him down and
further unto Abe’s lap to allow Abe to grind up and groan into Mihashi’s ear.
Kissing open mouthed downwards from the shell of Mihashi’s ear, to his jaw,
down his neck, and finally to his collarbone where he leaves a deep purple
hickey.
 
   Mihashi moans and claws a bit at Abe’s bare shoulders and back, all the
while absolutely itching to get his shorts off. He brings his hands up from
Abe’s back, over the larger and darker haired boy’s shoulders, down his
pectorals and abs, and reaching the waistband of Abe’s boxer-briefs. Mihashi
looks down with a little bit of shame and embarrassment, and tugs before
letting the elastic snap back into place. Abe leans forward to whisper in his
ear,”You’re going to have to use your words sweetheart.”
 
   And honestly at this point, Mihashi isn’t sure how this all started, or even
if Abe would use such a pet name (he likes to think so). None the less, he
complies anyways,” C...Can.. Can we take our u-uhm,” he inhales deeply and
tries again,” Can we take our underwear off now, p-please?” He adds the please
in a bumbled and hurried voice, almost forgetting it. Abe chuckles low at his
shyness, the bass of his voice rumbling through his chest and throat and making
Mihashi shiver excitedly.
 
   “Good job, baby.” And there he goes with pet names again, and now praise. Oh
dear lord. Abe slides his hands up from their position on Mihashi’s ass
(squeezing just a little on the way) and to the elastic of his boxers. He
slides them down Mihashi’s legs and then completely off, taking off his own in
much the same way. Reaching up to cradle Mihashi’s face between his hands, Abe
smiles and kisses his nose. While Mihashi rocks forward a bit impatiently and
smiles wobbily, Abe’s hands caress his neck and shoulders and chest, down his
ribs and hips, to his ass and around the backs of his thighs. And Mihashi is
just about over joyed to the point of tears, leaning into every touch and
wrapping his arms around Abe’s neck.
 
   Abe then brings his hands back around Mihashi’s hips and settle there for a
moment, rubbing small circles into the dip and curve of Mihashi’s bones. He
keeps that up with his left hand and runs his knuckles up Mihashi’s now almost
painfully erect penis, fully encircling it with that hand and pumping a good
few times. Mihashi sighs and shifts on Abe’s lap before lowering his own left
hand and stroking Abe’s (let’s admit it, large) endowment. Both of them thumb
over the other’s tip in sync, squeezing and stroking at the same time. But as
Abe sees Mihashi getting closer, he speeds up his own strokes while Mihashi’s
also get faster and albeit clumsier. Mihashi moans more loudly than before and
jerks his hips a few times while managing to get in a sloppy make out session
with Abe. He quivers and claws at Abe’s chest and shoulders and nape with his
free hand, Abe biting down onto the crook of his neck and kissing upwards
feverishly. Mihashi can feel himself getting closer, rutting his hips forward
faster and arching his back, shivering intensely and covered in a sheen of
sweat. His breath catches and he can feel his stomach getting tighter and
warmer and--
 
   He’s jolting awake in bed to the sound of his incessant alarm. Lifting up
the covers, the redhead peeks under with a flushed face, ears, and neck and
sees his penis standing at attention. Mihashi sighs loudly and flops backwards,
why does he have to have dreams about his catcher now of all times?
 
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To be continued?
***** Shit, Fuck, There Goes My Heart *****
Chapter Summary
     Pssst, this chapter isn't finished yet, but I just wanted to give
     what I have to y'all before I continue to work on my other fic for
     RC9GN.
Mihashi nervously sweats a bit while staring at the back of Abe’s head. His
stomach twists and rolls as he shakes (just a little), memories of his most
recent and most explicit dream lingering in his mind. And when he reaches over
for his pen, his hand twitches violently and sends his pencil right off his
desk and…. right next to Abe’s foot… Oh lord. Abe bends down and turns to hand
Mihashi his pencil again, trying his damned best to smile at least a little
instead of the permanent scowl he normally has, Mihashi’s face flushes some (a
lot) and he nods and quietly says,” Th-thank-ss you.” The stumble in his words
reveals a sort of nervous slur and he quivers before flushing a bit more and
bringing his shoulders up to hide his ears almost shamefully.
Shit, he hadn’t meant to do that. Mihashi is now sweating by just about tenfold
and all but snatches his pencil back. Abe sends him a quizzical look and turns
around, yeah, Mihashi is nervous just about 24/7 but he’s had more confidence
lately…. Honestly, he’s been doing a lot better in terms of not being as afraid
of Abe as before, and speaking up, and less stuttering. Less crying too,
although that still happens at least once a day. Abe grinds his teeth a little
and tries to keep on the optimistic side of things. Tries not to focus on how
Mihashi still flinches when somebody puts up a hand to high five him, or
cowering at the occasional shout, or about how he’s still underweight, or how
he forgets to drink as much as he should. Abe sighs through his nose and
massages his temples, Jesus, this whole “trying to improve as a person” thing
sucks.
He faces forwards completely and sits through the rest of class, continuing to
try and not think about things. Like how soft Mihashi’s hair is, or how pretty
his eyes are, or how nice he smells, or how cute he is when he blushes. Or even
about how easily he fits into Abe’s arms. Nope. Not even thinking about it at
all.
Fuck, in terms of emotions, Abe Takaya is screwed.
***** ANNOUNCEMENT *****
     Okay hey hi, how are you guys doing? I'm sorry this isn't a new chapter
but I need a little help while writing the brand spankin new one that I am
working on right now. I'm going to give a new title to this so I'm wondering if
you can all suggest a new title in the comments? 
    I will be taking this down when I decide on a new title, so until I post
the newest chapter, tata!
End Notes
     Ja mange les petites infants.
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