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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Akutsu_Jin/Dan_Taichi
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Bad_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-11-27 Words: 1252
****** Learning Curve ******
by tilda
Summary
     First blow-job. Jin is as sensitive as ... you'd expect.
     Written 02/09
'Let me try senpai,' Dan whined. 'Please let me try!'
'You're too small,' Jin dismissed.
'I can stretch!'
Jin watched.
'You don't know how,' he said, less firmly.
'I can learn.' And suddenly Dan was in Jin's face, their mouths almost
touching.
                                       ~
Jin hadn't had many blow-jobs, but he was pretty sure this was the worst.
Sloppy, way too much tooth, and Dan couldn't even get the whole thing in his
mouth. Jin leaned back on his elbows and looked down. Dan's cheek bulged as
Jin's cock slipped again.
'Sorry senpai,' Dan whispered and went back to work.
They were on Dan's parents' bed. Dan had looked doubtful at first, but as Jin
lay back and undid his zipper, Dan hadn't been able to take his eyes off Jin's
crotch. 'They'll be back soon,' Jin had growled. 'It's now or never, Dan-chan.'
Dan tackled Jin's cock in portions: he licked the shaft, he sucked the head,
and then – as if he knew it was part of the deal, but couldn't quite work out
how – he'd try to put the whole thing in his mouth, and it wound up slipping
inside his cheek. It was like watching somebody try to eat Mount Everest.
'You have to get it down your throat,' said Jin, bored.
Dan looked shocked.
'But I'll throw up!'
Jin hadn't thought of that.
'No you won't,' he said, hoping he wasn't lying.
Dan looked at him for a second. 'But, senpai…' and his eyes got even rounder.
Shit. It was like dating Bambi.
'Just get on with it.'
'Okay,' Dan said uncertainly and went back to his licking and sucking and
nibbling.
Jin was hard, but he needed pressure, he needed suction, he needed to get off,
dammit, so the next time Dan tried to take the whole thing in his mouth, Jin
held Dan's head and pushed himself into Dan's throat. For one blinding moment
he was all the way inside and the soft flesh of Dan's mouth and throat was
tight around him – one more thrust would have been enough. But then he felt
Dan's throat billow around the head of his cock and it was over: his cock was
exposed and achey and Dan was gagging and coughing, his eyes watering.
'Senpai!' Dan protested croakily.
'That's how you're supposed to do it,' Jin told him implacably.
'But it'll make me throw up,' Dan's mouth turned down miserably.
'Fuck. No, it won't. It's just a gag reflex.' Jin remembered now. 'You're not
gonna hurl.'
Dan looked unconvinced.
'Really, senpai?'
'Yeah. And use your hand as well.'
Dan nestled back down between Jin's thighs with a look of heroic determination
on his face. Jin nearly laughed.
'Okay, senpai. I'll try,' Dan said and bent his head.
More nibbling.
Jesus, he'd never come at this rate.
And then he felt Dan's hand curling around the base of his cock. It began to
move - jerkily, no rhythm, and not hard enough - but still. The kid was trying.
'Harder,' Jin ordered. 'Squeeze it.'
Dan forgot to take his mouth off Jin's cock so his answer was muffled, but his
hand wrapped more tightly around the shaft.
Okay. That was better.
Jin's shoulders were aching from leaning on his elbows so he gave himself a
break from supervision and lay back against the pillows. He pushed lazily up
into Dan's mouth and there was a shocked little squeak, but Dan stayed with it.
He really was trying.
Jin could feel Dan kneeling between his legs, one hand gripping his thigh,
pinching a little, the other around his cock, and after a while, un-fucking-
believably, he felt Dan's mouth inching its way down, further, gradually,
further. He was making small snuffling and puffing noises, and it was a bit
like being given head by a small animal, but still, it wasn't half bad. Jin
arched his hips and let his hand rest on Dan's head. The snuffling turned into
a moan, and Dan's hands tightened against Jin's thigh and cock, but he stayed
on. He was a good kid, really, Jin thought, and moved his other hand down to
rest on Dan's head. It felt fragile in Jin's hands, and the inside of Dan's
mouth was liquid heat. Jin thought distantly that it was like fucking a soft-
boiled egg.
After a few minutes of this, Dan stopped and looked up.
'Senpai, there's stuff coming out. Is that it?'
Jesus.
'No, Dan-chan,' he said. 'You'll know when I come.'
'Oh,' Dan said thoughtfully. 'Okay,' and he held Jin's gaze for a moment before
settling back in.
And it was really getting there: heat, pressure, suction. Yeah. And suddenly
Dan must have got more confidence from somewhere because his mouth surged
downward and Jin waited for him to come up spluttering, but there was just a
moment of stillness and then Dan's head was bobbing up and down under Jin's
hand and Jin was getting a real, honest-to-god blow-job. Dan was sucking his
cock like a... well, no, he wouldn't go that far, but yeah, it was pretty
fucking decent.
Eventually Jin's occasional thrusts became regular, helpless, until he was
fucking Dan's mouth and Dan was holding onto his hip and just taking it. And
then he couldn't even feel Dan holding onto his hip anymore and Dan's moans
were getting louder and longer, and his suction more chaotic, and slowly it
dawned on Jin that Dan must be jerking himself off. The thought of Dan jacking
himself with his eyes earnestly closed and Jin's cock thrusting in and out of
his wide open mouth made his brain flip and he was over the edge, his orgasm
sucking him down and it was everything he could do to stop himself crushing
Dan's face into his crotch and fucking blindly. He pushed Dan's hand out of the
way and stroked himself quickly, holding Dan's skull, pressing that hot mouth
over the head of his cock, and the world narrowed to Dan Taichi's mouth and the
thought of coming inside it, and then there was a high cry and a scrape of
teeth and Jin felt a jet of wetness somewhere under his thigh and he managed to
groan out a warning before he came himself, blindingly, whitely, everywhere.
A couple minutes later he came to, and heard some small coughs. He lifted his
head and cracked an eye. Dan was kneeling between his legs, wiping his face.
'You got it in my eye, desu.'
Jin flopped back against the pillows.
'You're supposed to keep your mouth over it, idiot.'
'What, and swallow?' Dan was horrified.
'Or spit, but it's supposed to go in your mouth. Duh.'
'Oh.'
There was a long silence. Jin looked up to see if the kid was still alive. Dan
was looking down at his stomach and moving his finger about in the splatter of
jiz there, like he'd never seen it before. Dan lifted his finger and sniffed,
half curious, half-disgusted. Then he stretched out the tip of his tongue
before jerking it back, like the stuff was hot. Dan's tongue was small and
pink. Jin's cock stirred a little.
'That's disgusting,' he said.
'Senpai! You just told me I was supposed to swallow yours!'
'Shut up,' Jin said.
Then they both heard the front door slide open.
'Tai-chan!' Dan's mother called. 'Have you been good?'
Jin stuffed his cock back into his trousers and watched 'Tai-chan' wrestle his
t-shirt over his jizzy stomach.
'Yeah, Dan-san,' he said quietly to himself. 'Real good.'
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iling and pulling
Mardy closer again; kissing becoming familiar, not quite old yet but not
fumbling either, already knowing that sucking on Andy's tongue gently will make
him moan, but he's still learning. Andy's hand traces his ribs where his
shirt's ridden up, pushing the cotton further and further until they break
apart for a moment, Mardy tugging off the shirt and after a moment Andy follows
his lead.
They move slightly so Mardy's half sitting, supported by the pillows on Andy's
bed, Andy's arm wrapped around him as they settle closer, Mardy finally fully
relaxing under his hands, still tracing patterns everywhere as warm skin sticks
together from the Florida heat. There isn't a need for words, not between the
two of them, they know each other so well that there's just gasps and quiet
moans in the air as Mardy traces Andy's hip bone, as he nibbles on his bottom
lip, as he experimentally rubs a thumb over a dark nipple and that gets the
biggest reaction, Andy half gasping his name as he pulls away, eyes wide.
Jeans suddenly painfully tight but Andy's in the same situation, so close he
can feel his erection pressing into his hip, and he's trembling as puts a
little space between them, Andy's breath hot on his neck as his hand slips
lower, fumbling with the button on Andy's pants and though it takes him a few
tries he gets it, pulling them down, Andy kicking them off and suddenly he
feels overdressed.
It doesn't matter though, because Andy's soon tugging them down for him without
him even realising, and then they're pressed together just in underwear. He's
seen Andy countless times like this, though never with a hard-on, but he's
never taken the time to really look, just glances snuck when Andy wasn't
looking, or anyone else for that matter, never wanting to be found out.
So he does, and Andy's beautiful, a little on the skinny side despite all the
tennis, ribs showing but Mardy's sure he'll fill out, he already has a little.
Andy's not the same short, gawky kid on the outside he once knew but he's still
the same on the inside, not quite comfortable in his own skin, just that little
bit awkward, blushing as Mardy just looks and so he stops, kissing him again.
He's not sure he'll ever get bored of kissing Andy, so eager and responsive
under his hands and Mardy's sure he's the same, every touch getting a reaction
from him, whimpering as Andy traces up and down his chest slowly, and then -
Then their cocks are almost touching, separated by only two layers of thin
cotton and god, he wishes they'd done this before, it would save saved him
hours of jerking off to the images of Andy above him, beneath him, jerking him
off and more and he whimpers, Andy's hand so close, brushing over material but
it's not close enough. Not even close to enough right now.
"Andy," he manages to squeak out, voice wavering on the last note as Andy's
fingers trace patterns on his stomach, and Andy does stop, eyes wide open when
Mardy meets them, dragging him down into another kiss.
"Too far, Mardy? We can stop, I, I don't want to push you."
The concern and understanding in Andy's voice is overwhelming, but he can't
help but think how utterly stupid Andy can be sometimes, because the fact that
seconds ago he was whimpering under Andy's hands should have given his best
friend a clue that it's not too far. He wants more, maybe not everything but
more than just kissing, even Andy's hand brushing over his dick better than
anything his own hand could ever provide.
He's not sure how to answer in words, so he shows Andy, shaking as his hand
slips below the waistband of Andy's boxers, pulling them down tentatively and
then Andy's cock is in his hand, warm and heavy, Andy's eyes not leaving him,
mouth forming a perfect ‘o' as Mardy runs his thumb across the tip.
Dragging a gasp from Andy as he rubs his cock, he turns them over so it's
easier; he's sitting between Andy's knees, cock still in his hands, leaning to
press a kiss to Andy's mouth but Andy doesn't let him go, a hand curling at
Mardy's neck as he whimpers between barely there kisses. A little faster, moans
and whimpers blending in until Andy's babbling something that he can't make out
through the kisses though he loves to listen to it, another moan as his hand
slides down Andy's back, across his side and settles on his hip, keeping him
still.
"Mar," he gasps into Mardy's mouth and he smiles around the kiss, watching as
Andy's eyes slam shut again, crying out in pleasure as Mardy gently rubs his
thumb along the underside of Andy's cock, making a noise which isn't quite a
moan, it's not quite a whimper, it's somewhere in between and repeating that
same movement gets it again. He should have figured Andy was loud, but not this
loud, never silent, always something different coming from him even through
kisses and the third time there's no sound, just Andy's hips arching up into
his hand, desperate for friction.
"Please, Mard," and now he can't stop smiling, Andy begging beneath him is
something he's dreamt of, reality even better than the fantasy, skin flushed,
sheen of sweat that's from the almost-sex and god, he's never seen anything
more beautiful. He's not sure he ever will.
There's an evil part of him that wants to keep Andy like this, desperate and
begging beneath him but he can't, knows he can't, he likes Andy too much for
that and there's still an almost painful reminder now that he's still hard,
erection straining against material and despite the protest from Andy at the
loss of hands he discards them as fast as possible, settling back between
Andy's legs, moaning when his cock touches Andy's.
Andy's shaking beneath him now, so close, whimpering as Mardy slides against
him, hand curled in hair again, kissing him so gently as he wraps his hand
around Andy's cock, younger American whimpering beneath him again as they rock
together slowly.
It's almost like sex, but it's not, Andy coming with a cry of his name all over
his stomach and hand, taking him through his orgasm until Andy pushes him off
gently, hands tangling in hair again and they kiss, messy and wet and warm and
Mardy's flipped over by what looks like a half dazed Andy with a wicked smile,
and he knows that smile, perhaps too well.
He's in for trouble, and he knows it, only confirmed when Andy's hand squeezes
his cock gently and he gasps, because he doesn't know how Andy's so good at
this, not when Andy's never even had a girlfriend.
Though, he admits, that wouldn't exactly help here. Probably too long spent
jerking off each morning, Mardy knows how long he spends in the bathroom, has
always wondered exactly what Andy did-
And then it doesn't matter because he's moaning as Andy rubs his dick so softly
he's not even sure it's real, seems to know exactly what he wants, what he
needs and he's so close to begging already, almost pleading with Andy for more.
Instead he pulls Andy down for a kiss with a yelp, hips arching so he's slowly
grinding against him, shivers running through his body as he gasps, he can feel
Andy smiling and then he rolls off Mardy, smirk on his lips and he's too
stunned to say anything, because he was close, so close and apparently Andy's
much, much eviler than he is, though he wouldn't exactly use this in one of
their arguments about the subject with their friends. He doesn't see it going
down well, they already get the gay jokes at school, how they're a married
couple with the arguments and them making up five minutes later, there's no
need to encourage anyone.
Andy tends to just flip them off, but he's never done anything, never been able
to and he's beginning to wonder how Andy does it with such ease.
"Mar?" Andy asks, and Mardy can tell he's nervous, Andy shifting every few
seconds, not looking in his direction at all. "I have, uh, a question."
"Yeah?" and he's worrying it's going to be something bad, something that'll
make Andy change his mind and-
"Quit worrying," he says with a smile, and Mardy laughs, so glad that his best
friend knows him as well as he does. Andy's back to tracing mystery patterns
again, Mardy shuddering under his hands as he gets closer to his cock, and at
least Andy has the decency to look apologetic. "I was wondering if I could try
something. Maybe, instead of using my hand I could... uh... oh fuck it Mar, I
want to give you a blowjob. Or try at least."
Stunned doesn't begin to cover it, not in any way and Mardy's not even sure he
heard right.
"Mar? Forget I said anything," and as Andy's hand wraps around his cock again,
he manages to mumble out a no.
"You can try, I don't mind."
There's that smile again, twice in one afternoon and god, he loves that smile,
Andy's whole face lights up and then it changes back to the smirk before Andy's
mouth descends on his cock. And fuck it's good, it's warm and wet and he's so
eager, raw enthusiasm more than making up for any lack of experience. Though
Mardy's never known any better, never even tried it on anyone, never even
thought to on Andy, though he knows he never would have done it. Andy's always
been more willing to try new things, whether it's food or the latest tennis
racquet or even this.
The scrape of teeth has Andy apologising but he likes it, slight hint of pain
and then he can feel it, tightening in his balls and fingers clench the sheets,
forcing his hips to stay on the bed because he doesn't want to choke Andy.
"And, I'm gonna-"
It's just enough warning, Andy pulling back just before he comes with Andy's
name on his lips, warm hand around his cock again, whimpering as Andy crawls up
his body, eyes sparkling, and then they kiss, Andy lying half on top of him and
normally he'd tease Andy about being heavy but right now, he loves it. There
isn't any awkwardness between them, not even a tiny bit, completely comfortable
with Andy, it feels natural, right, as if everything they've ever done has been
leading to this.
Andy curls around him, face pressed into his neck, and he closes his eyes,
content, because he's always known Andy would be like this; there's no surprise
that Andy wants to snuggle, always likes to touch, and he opens his eyes,
meeting Andy's, as there's a kiss pressed to his neck.
He doesn't know what to say and for once neither does Andy, he's more silent
than Mardy's ever seen him and he likes it a lot, constant chatter wouldn't fit
at the moment, it's just them. Though it's hot outside – and in the room – he
shivers, and before he knows it Andy's pulling as much of the duvet as possible
over them and they're wrapped in their own cocoon where there's just Andy as
they start kissing again, Andy kissing him, tongue in his mouth, scraping
bitten down nails over his chest, knees on either side of his hips.
There's something in the back of his mind telling him that if they don't stop
soon he'll be hard again but he ignores it, sure that Andy will be more than
willing because he's heading the same way, can feel Andy's semi-hard cock
rubbing against his stomach.
Except there's a knock on the door that startles them both and they freeze,
Andy's eyes wide as he hears Blanche's voice through the door.
"Andy, honey, dinner's ready soon. Have you seen Mardy? He wasn't in his room."
Brush of lips before answering that almost turns to more, Andy's hand curling
at the back of his neck and right now he's eternally grateful he thought to
lock the door. Even the thought of her seeing them together makes him worry, he
doesn't want to be kicked out and he's sure he would be, no matter how liberal
the Roddicks may be Andy's barely sixteen. He definitely wouldn't want his
sixteen-year-old son sleeping with anyone, let alone his best friend who
happens to be a boy and who's also living under their roof.
Although technically, they haven't slept together like that yet, not sex, not
yet but Andy's still half resting on him, smiling, and he knows it will get
there eventually. Soon, probably, because it's Andy, and he's never wanted
anyone more, though there's still that nagging thought of it hurting and even
though he trusts Andy, he's heard the stories.
Just, if it does happen, Blanche Roddick is going to have to be nowhere near
the house. They weren't exactly quiet this afternoon, not even close to quiet
and-
What if she knows runs through his mind, because it's almost too perfectly
timed, what if she walked past and heard them and this time he's embarrassed,
trying to scramble out from underneath Andy but he's too heavy, lazy smile as
he closes the gap between them again, Blanche almost forgotten.
"Andy?"
"I'm, uh, just changing, mom," he manages in a semi-normal voice, "I'll be down
when I'm done."
"And Mardy?"
"He's in the bathroom. Washing up."
It's times like this when he adores Andy's ability to lie through his teeth; he
never would have managed the same, probably stuttering and stumbling over some
excuse that everyone could see right through. Especially Andy, even on his best
days he can't lie to his best friend, always getting a reply in a tone that
clearly says he doesn't believe Mardy but never pushes it. By now he knows it's
easier just to tell the truth, no matter how embarrassing it might be.
"Okay, hon. Just the both of you be down soon."
"'Kay, mom."
Footsteps disappear down the hallway, relief on Andy's face as Mardy's hand
rests on his waist, lightly pulling him down for one more kiss before Andy
rests their foreheads together.
"We should get cleaned up," and Mardy knows what he means, semen already drying
on their stomachs and for the first time he notices how uncomfortable it is.
"Before mom starts to suspect something. Think she believed me?"
"Hope so," he murmurs, flashing Andy a smile, stroking Andy's hair softly and
then they're kissing, again, always something leading to it but Mardy doesn't
mind because he really does love kissing Andy, lips chapped, not quite soft but
not sticky with lip gloss like a girl. He's just Andy and Mardy loves it.
That thought pushed away for a later day, he takes Andy's hand and is led to
the bathroom.
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