30 Days : Yukio Okumura

Day 2 : Shower (Renzo Shima)

The training camp was well underway. The July sun beat heavily down on the Cram students.
When the day's exercise was complete,  everyone rushed to the cold shower they had all been craving. The old dormitory that was serving as their lodging for the week was equipped with old-fashioned shared baths, a men's and a women's. Out of courtesy, the instructors waited until the trainees had finished their baths before taking their own.
Even as an instructor, Yukio felt as though he had done more work than his students, simply trying to keep them in line was enough of a work out. After twenty minutes of watching his students file back into the dorms after their baths, Yukio was finally cleared to take one himself.
Removing his uniform in a rush, not even bothering to fold it, he claimed the shower at the end of the row, favoring the security of the corner location. He had gone is such a hurry, that he didn't notice the other presence in the bathroom.
Renzo Shima was dallying behind his peers, relishing the cold bathhouse air on his warm skin after the hard day's work as he lay on the changing room bench, his tee shirt laying lazily over his eyes. He sat up slowly at the sound of the shower faucet. Slowly, Shima peered around the corner of the lockers to see who the unexpected visitor was. He wouldn't deny his excitement at seeing Mr. Okumura's silhouette under the shower head. Shima had a taste for everyone; men , women and everyone in between, and Yukio was a very fine specimen. His approachable yet controlling personality, his boyish face with features that had just begun to sharpen with adulthood, the way the clear shower water coated his slim frame...
Shima smiled to himself at the sight. He slowly crept towards the showers.
"Mind if I join you?"
The sudden voice startled Yukio, his vision blurry without the aid of his glasses.
"Sh-Shima?" He stammered, making an attempt to hide himself by turning towards the opposite wall. "Why are you-"
"I guess I dozed off and missed my shower opportunity." Shima joked, turning on the faucet next to Yukio's. " You don't mind, right?"
"Er.. I suppose not-"
Shima, who had been resting solely in his briefs, began to remove them. Deliberately 'forgetting ' to turn himself away from Yukio's sight. Yukio pretended not to notice, hoping Shima didn't see him watching form the corner of his eye.
Shima noticed.
"Hey, Mr. Okumura..."
Yukio tensed.
"Hm?" His voice cracked slightly.
"Training sure was tough today, hm?" He said as he ran his fingers through his wet hair, letting the water from the shower head fall on his face. Yukio realized he'd been staring.
" I bet you're super sore, huh?" Shima chatted.
"Eh... Yeah I guess so.." Yukio really wasn't paying attention. He turned away quickly when Shima glanced in his direction. He absentmindedly lathered soap on his chest and shoulders, and gasped slightly when Shima laid his hands on his shoulder blades.
"It's not good for you to be sore and tense like this," Shima said explained, kneading his thumbs into Yukio's back. " after all, people are counting on you."
"Ah- I..." Yukio couldn't think of a protest. Shima's hands felt so good on his tired muscles, he didn't even want to protest. Shima's fingers drifted to the middle of Yukio's back, tracing his spine.
"Feeling okay?" Shima's voice was close now, right beside Yukio's ear. Yukio nodded. He opened his mouth to speak, but was caught off guard by Shima's lips, gently pressed where his shoulder met his neck. They traveled slowly up his neck, to his jaw, to his ear. Yukio shivered, and felt Shima smirk against his skin. He retraced his lip's path, this time leaving a gentle bite at each pause. Yukio let out a shaky breath. Shima's hands crept down on to Yukio's waist. As he enjoyed the feeling of Shima's mouth on his neck, Shima pulled Yukio backwards by the waist, rutting his himself against him. Yukio, who had nearly been in a trance, began to realize the blood rushing to his lower body.
Shima pulled his lips away from Yukio's flesh, and rested his chin on his shoulder. Humming to himself as he moved his hands from Yukio's waist, resting them on his front so that his finger tips were ever so slightly tangled in the small mess of hair between his thighs. Yukio tensed up again.
"Everything alright?" Shima said, his voice low.
A million clever and provocative responses ran through Yukio's brain, but all he could manage was a weak "yes."
With that note of affirmation, Shima slid his hands again, one resting on Yukio's thigh, the other gaining a loose grip on his shaft.  Yukio clenched his jaw at the feeling. The water from the shower made the strokes smooth and slick. 
Yukio panted, bracing himself with one arm on the wall in front of him. Shima's free hand pushed Yukio's backside against him.  Yukio was so close to losing himself that he let out a groan when Shima pulled his hand away.  He  sank to his knees and looked up at Yukio , drawing a finger to his lips in a hushing motion.  Yukio's hand clamped across his mouth to keep himself quiet as Shima dragged the tip of his tongue along Yukio's inner thighs before taking the tip into his mouth. Yukio stumbled back against the wall, Shima grabbed his waist to steady him. He felt himself pulled further and further into Renzo's mouth, and his voice got harder and harder to control.  Desperately, he placed one hand in Shima's wet hair, and bit down hard on the other.  He felt himself drawing close. His knees were growing weaker and it was hard to stand the warmth of Shima's mouth and throat.
With several great gasps, Yukio's hips bucked violently, pushing the entire length into Shima.
"A-ah Renzo-"  He couldn't give much warning before he came, causing Shima to cough and sputter. "I'm sorry -" he breathlessly apologized.  Shima stood up again, looking Yukio in the face as he wiped his finger over his mouth, sucking them clean again.
"So..." Shima began. "How much will this help my grades?" A cheeky grin spreading across his face.  Yukio replied with a slap upside the head.