Daddy Issues//Soumako//Yaoi//Boy x Boy

Chapter One

DADDY ISSUES-CHAPTER ONE

Makoto pushed his glasses up his nose, adjusting them on his face so that they were more comfortable for him. He ran his large hand through his messy hair and yawned softly, sleep clouding his vision as he tried to concentrate. A soft shiver of a breeze ran over his biceps as the door opened and closed. He glanced up, his green eyes dazed with tiredness.

"You should be in bed." Sousuke said, his police uniform tightly fitted around his toned body.

"I need to finish this study." Makoto replied, taking his eyes off his housemate.

Makoto had gone to a university in Tokyo, but there he'd stumbled upon his high school acquaintance Sousuke. Sousuke already had the job of a police officer in the city and his own apartment to live in, so to save Makoto from buying his own place, he offered for him to stay with him. They got along quite well, they'd grown closer over the year they'd lived together. Soon enough they were both comfortably walking around in their boxers.

"Finish it tomorrow," Sousuke said, taking his hat off and propping it on the couch. He began to unbutton his shirt and ruffle his hair out of its neat comb back.

"It's not that simple." Makoto refrained from staring at his housemate as he undressed. Sousuke tore his uncomfortable work shirt off and held it in his fist, walking into the kitchen to throw it in the washing machine. Makoto leant back on the two back legs of his chair to get a glimpse of Sousuke bent over. His trousers had gone tight around his perked ass, cupping his cheeks tightly.

A slight groan gurgled in Makoto's throat, he was glad he was wearing his glasses, he wanted to see this image with perfect visionary. Sousuke hummed an unknown tune as he poured the washing powder in the washing machine's drawer.

Makoto had always been an angel when it came to sexual desires, he never had any. But after moving in with Sousuke, he felt weird within himself. He felt desires that he'd never ever thought he'd feel. He'd always thought he'd have straight sexual desires-like big breasts and thick thighs. But no, he liked toned chests and tight asses.

"Go on," Sousuke stopped Makoto's train of thought. "Go to bed, get some rest, and finish it tomorrow."

"Right," Makoto cleared his throat awkwardly. "Goodnight, Yamazaki-Kun."

Sousuke simply nodded in reply.

Makoto casually walked to his bedroom, a strong aching in his crotch. He bit his lip, feeling himself grow hard in his boxers. He pulled his shirt off and proceeded to the toilet-you wouldn't believe how hard it was to piss with a boner. Makoto brushed his teeth and combed his hair, he washed his face with his acne wash to avoid those red devils. He felt the slight roughness of stubble on his jaw, he grabbed the razor and shaving cream. He tenderly applied the shaving cream around his lower face and began to carefully shave. He wiped the excess shaving cream off his face with a towel. 

Makoto walked back into his room, his trousers forming a tight, uncomfortable tent. Makoto ran a hand through his hair and closed his door quickly-he couldn't take it a second longer. He ripped his trousers off and released his aching member from his boxers.

He grabbed a tissue from the side of his bed and sat down, his face flushed bright red with frustration. He wrapped his hand around his member and pumped it rapidly. He tried to stay quiet, but the grunting in his throat was quite loud. The clicking sound from his masturbation filled his room, but he didn't care. One of his hands gripped the bed cover as he drove his hand up and down his thick member. His breathing was rapid and shaky.

He closed his eyes and pictured his housemate.

He remembered the countless times seeing him shirtless during swimming practise.

He remembered his toned body and pumped himself harder.

He was driving himself over the edge, one hand left the bed and gripped the tissue. He pressed the tissue against the head of his manhood and wiped the sticky, white substance from his hand and member.

He breathed heavily as his erection deflated and lay back in his bed. He put the tissue on the dresser, making a mental note to bin it the next day. He closed his eyes...and the wet dream began.

-I NEVER CLAIMED TO BE GOOD AT WRITING FANFICTIONS!!!!!! JUDGE ALL YOU WANT I ALREADY KNOW IT'S SHIT...BTW THERE IS ACTUALLY A PLOT IT WONT JUST BE SEX...HOPING NONE OF MY FRIENDS WILL READ THIS-