Broken Paths

A lovely night

⚠️smut ⚠️

After cleaning himself up, Nezumi stepped out of the stall. He washed his hands. Walking into the hall he saw the teen in the hoody. They were sitting on the heating vent at the end of the hall. Their head bent over their phone once again, or still, what did Nezumi know.

His blue eyes looked to the room filled with people. He didn't want to go back in there, not just yet. Turning he took the stairs down to the garage. There was a smoking area beside the building. It was sectioned off from the rest of the parking lot by a row of tall trees. Nezumi went to this. He pulled the pack out of his pocket. He didn't smoke often. One after a show if he felt like hanging out with the cast. Sometimes on a job or here when he needed to think.

Yet today, all he could think about was Shion. Those lust filled red eyes. How his smile would light up the darkest of hearts. His pale hair, so soft as it laid on Nezumi's chest. How, making love to the teen, always made him feel more protective of him.

"Shion, where are you now?" Nezumi whispered up to the clear blue sky above. He blew the smoke upwards. His free hand touching his chest.

The next time they had sex was at Shion's house. His mother closed the bakery and went out on a date. Shion had asked if Nezumi could spend the night. His mother was fine with it. Would she have been so fine with knowing just how her son had spent his night? Leaning on the small wooden fence, that was mostly knocked down now, Nezumi let his mind wonder to his one love.

"Hey!" Shion beamed up at him as the white haired boy opened the back door.

"Hey." Nezumi had been loving his new relationship with Shion. It had been a few weeks since they had sex in his room. Although they hadn't told anyone, or barely spoken of it, the two were basically dating. Shion would hold his hand, touch him more. Each tenderness shown to him, drew Nezumi closer to Shion in a way the dark lonely boy could never understand.

"Mom's gone already, come on." Shion enthusiastically snatched Nezumi's hand. They raced up the stairs. Bursting into Shion's room, Nezumi had only a second to take it in, before they were falling in a heap onto the bed. Shion was in his arms. His mouth kissing his chin as they laughed.

He had never laughed so much in his life, as he did during those days with Shion. He smoked the cigarette. A small family of geese quacked as they strolled past in the tree line. Nezumi watched them.

"Shion." He breathed out the name, as the boys hands slipped under his shirt.

"What?" innocently, those red eyes transfixed him. Nezumi chuckled.

"Nothing." He muttered capturing the small chin in his hand. He tilted the head back slightly. Finding those moist pink lips ready for him, Nezumi claimed them.

His formed his mouth over them, sealing the two of them together. He cradled the whiye head in his arms as his tongue slipped into the opening. Shion moaned softly. He wiggled to get closer to the dark teen. Nezumi pinned him to the bed. Shion growled, which sent Nezumi into a laughing fit.

"There is nothing scary about you, now stop it." He teased.

"I can be scary!" Shion cried. He tried to get up. The weight of the other boy held him down.

"No, right now you are going to be my dessert." Nezumi cooed in his ear. He felt the body shiver in his arms. His lips brushed lightly along the exposed skin of Shion's neck and shoulder. Shion dug his fingers into Nezumi's shoulder small sounds of pleasure escaping his lips.

Nezumi let his hand wonder down the smooth flat chest, over his small padded stomach, down to the pole poking up from between his legs. He palmed the head making the boy whimper as he sucked on his neck. He left the throbbing cock alone, working his hand back up under the shirt, Shion wore.