Decisions
PART XIII
(a few months later…)
Akihito had just walked back into the hotel's master suite when, without warning, he was all but tackled from behind, his back slamming into a wall, his body being held in place by one significantly stronger than his own.
His gasp, originally of shock was replaced by a curse and then by a treacherous moan, as he felt his lover's groin grind against his own.
"You took far too long." Asami stated against his ear; the older man's hand burying itself in Akihito's hair, pulling the latter's head back.
Akihito stared at his lover through half-open eyelids; an amused smile appearing on his lips. "I told you before, Dai's jet-lagged. I had trouble getting him to fall asleep."
Huffing with annoyance, Asami cranked the photographer's head further back, fully exposing the younger man's neck, which he wasted no time assaulting with his lips.
"We should have left the kid back in Tokyo with Kirishima." Asami said between kisses, feeling Akihito's body increasingly heat up against his. "This vacation was meant for the two of us… alone."
"Will you stop calling Dai 'kid' already? He does have a proper name."
"I can't believe you named our son after that annoying brat from Okinawa."
Akihito chuckled, leaning in closer to Asami. "You're not going to start with that argument again…" He joked, trembling ever so slightly as he felt Asami's tongue run up his neck, towards his ear.
"We can always have his name changed." The business man stated, only to be punched in the ribs by his lover.
"Forget about it!"
"Why?" The older man complained, letting go of Akihito's neck for a moment, to look him straight in the eyes.
"…Because if it wasn't for that annoying brat from Okinawa, I would have lost you." Akihito whispered, just before he cupped Asami's face in his hands and pulled it down towards his lips.
A couple of minutes later, they both broke the kiss, panting for much needed air; the intense lust felt between them more than palpable by now.
"Are you sure the kid-"
"Dai."
"Fine! Are you sure Dai's asleep now?"
"Yeah, sure. Why do you ask-…Wow!"
Asami wheeled Akihito around before the younger man had a chance to finish the question. In a matter of seconds, the photographer found his palms planted on the wall in front of him, his back bent down slightly, as Asami worked to free him from the beach shorts that covered his lower half.
The task was easily accomplished, and Asami's lounge pants went next; the sound of the fabric falling towards the floor, reaching Akihito's ears from behind.
It wasn't long before the photographer felt his lover's hands back on him; Asami's palms running up under the former's shirt, travelling across Akihito's chest, then down over his stomach and further down towards his inner thighs.
Akihito had to bite his lower lip the whole time to keep himself from moaning out loud. "Stop teasing, you baka." He complained, as he felt Asami's hands start to move away from his groin area and down his legs.
"As you wish." The older man retorted, just before, without any prelude or warning, he slammed two fingers straight into Akihito's core, digging them deep and holding the younger man's body in place as he went to work, stretching the latter's entry point.
Akihito soon lost track of time, his breath increasingly coming out ragged, his hands curling over the expensive wallpaper that decorated the bedroom walls; feeling his body moving in rhythm to his lover's fingers.
"Does this feel good to you, Akihito?" Asami asked huskily, zig-zagging his fingers inside his lover and making the younger man's cheeks turn every shade of red known to mankind as a result.
"What kind of a question is that, you perverted old man?" Akihito yelped, causing Asami to burst out laughing.
When Asami's free hand moved further down the other man's stomach, cupping his burning erection, the photographer finally lost it, an orgasm racking through his body in a devastating blast that had him slamming against the wall until one of his hands slipped and Asami's arm shot out around his waist to keep him from falling.
The chuckle Akihito heard behind him was a clear sign the older man had been very much amused by the reaction he'd provoked in Akihito.
The photographer used the wall as support to lift himself back up, but when he tried to step away, he felt Asami's muscular body trapping him again.
"And where exactly do you think you're going?" Asami asked, the first brush of his erection against the top of Akihito's hips nearly making the photographer lose his senses all over again.
The young man looked back at his lover very much aware his cheeks were still burning red. "You are seriously addicted to sex, you know?"
"Look who's talking." Asami said, closing his hand around Akihito's erection, which despite the previous release, had not subsided one bit.
Before Akihito had a chance to retort, Asami entered him in a single thrust that brought his hips right to the younger man's backside, and although the photographer was the one accommodating the girth of the other man, they both moaned out loud this time.
"Shit, you're tighter than usual." Asami commented; his palm slamming against the wall next to Akihito's for support.
"Will you stop saying embarrassing stuff already? !"
Without another word, Asami started pumping into his lover, levering the latter at the hips, moving Akihito with his other hand forward and back to meet his thrusts.
He slowed his pace only when he sensed Akihito was about to climax again, wishing to prolong both their ecstasy for as long as possible.
They came at the same time that night, the strength finally leaving Akihito's knees as he collapse to the floor exhausted, dragging Asami along with him.
He was still panting when the older man leaned against the side of the bed frame, pulling Akihito's back against his bare chest.
The photographer could feel his lover's heartrate slowly decreasing back to normal levels, and leaned his head against the man's broad shoulder hoping his own heart would follow the lead.
"Are you ok?"
Akihito took a deep breath, feeling Asami's strong arms wrapping around his torso. He felt so safe. He was sure nothing and no one could harm him at that moment in time.
"I'm really tired. I think I might be jet-lagged too." Akihito yawned, further cozying against the business man's chest, and suppressing a smile when he felt Asami's erection beginning to rise again and poking him in the back.
Asami's unexpected chuckle caused him to frown. "What's so funny?" He asked.
"You." Asami replied, brushing his lips against the back of his younger lover's neck. "You were pretty loud just now, for someone who claims to be so tired."
The photographer felt his cheeks warming up again. It was a good thing Asami couldn't see his face at the moment. "Well, you weren't exactly quiet either…I bet your bodyguards heard us. They're on the hallway just outside the hotel suite after all."
He felt Asami shrug behind him. "Don't mind them. They're probably used to it by now anyway." He placed his hands under Akihito's legs, repositioning the younger man on his lap so that the latter was all but laying across him now. "Besides, I happen to like hearing you moan out loud." He added with a smirk, just before he leaned down to kiss the younger man.
Before their lips met though, Dai's crying voice reached their ears, coming from the bedroom located down the hall.
It seemed Asami's bodyguards hadn't been the only ones to hear the two of them.
Akihito sighed, listening to the prelude of one of his son's familiar tantrums. "He probably dropped his pacifier again." The young man mused, moving away from Asami's embrace, albeit reluctantly.
The moment he stood up on his feet though, Akihito had to reach forward towards the wall so that he could steady himself properly.
For some unknown reason, the world had just decided to start spinning all around him.
"What's the matter?" His lover's concerned voice reached him, as if the older man was calling out to him from the end of a long tunnel. "Are you ok, Akihito?"
The younger man didn't know what to answer. "I'm just a bit dizzy, I guess. I'm sure it's nothing." He started moving towards the spot where his shorts lay discarded on the floor, but as he bent down to grab them, a sudden wave of nausea hit him full on.
He quickly leaned an arm against the bedroom's mantelpiece, supporting his weight against it, as his other arm moved upwards coming to rest on his upset stomach.
In the other bedroom, Asami Daisuke continued his midnight sonata.
"Damn, I knew I shouldn't have had that lobster stew." The photographer admitted.
Asami frowned at his words. "…You had the lobster yesterday."
"Yeah, but my stomach always acts funny for a couple of days after I eat it. I've been feeling kind of queasy since yesterday."
Sensing his distress, Asami did not waste any time. He walked towards his lover, placing a strong arm around Akihito's lower back, and led the younger man towards the bed, where he coached him to sit down and compose himself.
For the next couple of minutes, the photographer focused his concentration on taking slow, deep breaths, in the hopes that would somehow ease his upset stomach.
When he looked up towards Asami, he was surprised to find the latter already putting his lounge pants back on.
Akihito figured his facial expression ended up mirroring his inner bewilderment at the scene, because his lover soon said: "Stay here and rest. I'll take care of Dai."
"But-"
"I can handle it, relax."
The look Akihito gave him then seemed to convince Asami the photographer thought otherwise.
"Akihito, I'm the bloody CEO of one of Japan's leading business companies. Do you really think I can't manage one crying, jet-lagged kid?"
"Yep, I doubt it." The photographer thought to himself, a sly smile briefly framing his lips, even though he wisely chose not to voice his opinion out loud.
The young man remained where he was, sitting on the bed concentrating on his breathing for a considerable while after Asami had left the room, but although he eventually heard the commotion caused by his son subsiding, the same could not be said for the commotion taking place inside his stomach.
At one point the nausea became so bad that he had no other choice but to sprint towards the bathroom and empty the contents of his stomach onto the toilet.
"Akihito…" He heard Asami's voice soon after calling out to him from the other room. "Are you ok?"
"…Y-Yeah, I'm fine." The young man lied, flushing the toilet and dragging himself towards the sink, so he could wash away the bitter taste of vomit from his mouth.
"What the bloody hell's wrong with me?" He thought to himself, eyeing his pale and sickly reflection in the mirror above the sink.
Akihito wasn't one to get so violently nauseous like that over a meal. Why, the last time he'd been this sick, he'd been pre-…
He suddenly froze as a suspicion started forming itself in his mind; his mirrored reflection staring back at him wide-eyed and unmistakably panicked.
"No way." Akihito found himself whispering to no one in particular, as his eyes darted down towards his reflection's lower stomach.
"No…way…"
(to be continued)