Lost in Your arms

Chapter Three

Rock Lee was passed out on the couch beside Gaara, who had his head pillowed on the taijutsu master's muscular thigh. Gaara smiled softly as he saw a little dribble of drool trickle from the corner of his mouth, the musclehead had held out as long as he could. They stayed up talking for hours, and it had been amazing, receiving all of the affection he had craved for so long, Lee treating him like a prince, His every need catered to without Gaara asking. It would have been comical if it was not so charming.

The scent of the alpha was no longer easing the cramps or the growing throbbing between his legs, and Gaara grimaced, shifting uncomfortably and sitting up. It was illogical, but his instincts were demanding that he find a quiet space to hide in; luckily for him, Lee had explained it to him earlier. Reluctantly he padded towards the closet Lee had cleared out for him, taking the comforter with him, even though he felt guilty for taking it from the leaf shinobi. It was a larger space, obviously meant for storage, and it still smelled slightly of leather and metal.

Lee had a collection of mismatched blankets and pillows already stored on a shelf. Gaara took them all down gratefully, dropping them in a pile on the floor. Quietly so as not to disturb the beautifully drooling man, he collected the couch pillows, as well as anything his thieving heart desired from around the apartment. It didn't take him long to arrange the pillows and blankets and random bits of clothing into the small space. Like Lee had told him, he found it soothing, easing the wild instincts screaming in his mind. With one last shove at the pillow in the corner, he moved to close the door until just a sliver of light remained, casting him in darkness while he settled into his little nest.

With a sigh, he threw himself back into the heap of fabric, everything smelled of Rock Lee. The scent went straight to his brain, and where it might have helped earlier, it only seemed to make things worse now, his skin searingly hot, and oversensitized. He whimpered at the touch of the course material of his clothing. That had to go.

"Fuck." Gaara groaned and sat up, stripping off his robes until he wore nothing but a loose pair of undershorts. He wanted those gone as well but was too embarrassed to strip down entirely in Lee's home. He threw the clothing out of the closet, it was not welcome in his comfortable nest before he curled back into his pile of blankets on his side.

There was no getting comfortable; his body aching for something he didn't understand. He tossed and turned before grabbing one of the pillows and tucking it between his legs. The pressure helped ease the ache, and he panted, rolling his hips against the soft material. The friction was delicious against his aching sex, the movement sending fireworks to his brain. Gaara bit back a moan, shuddering at the new sensation as it felt wonderful but hurt at the same time, bordering too much. It was better than the horrible ache, though and he repeated the motion to try and relieve the tension growing between his legs, groaning when his sex grew erect painfully fast.

"Mmm." he moaned, gasping with confusion at the sudden change in his body. He tentatively slipped a hand into his shorts and touched the hard shaft of his penis, jumping at his touch. With a shiver, he wrapped his fingertips around the firm length, shivering at the delicious sensation. He couldn't stop his hips pumping against the pillow as he drew his fingers up over the straining ache of his first erection.

"Oh my god." he moaned, repeating the slow glide up his dick. It felt amazing, and he added a little more pressure, shuddering when his thumb hit the head of his cock. His toes curled, and he repeated the motion, rubbing at the leaking slit of his erection and panting as his thrusts became more frantic, seeking out release instinctively. He bit back a cry as he came hard, spunk shooting into the confines of his shorts and his back arching at the release of the pressure caused by the heat.

"Mmm." he groaned, bonelessly relaxing against the soft nest, the ache of the heat seemed to abate, leaving him feeling relatively normal and amazingly good in the afterglow of his orgasm. It did not last long. Unexpected dampness started between his legs, and he jerked as it pooled hot and slick down his thighs. Confused, he let his hand slip lower in his underwear, hiking his legs open to tentatively explore the source of the moisture. He gasped as long fingers felt out the tender, wet entrance, electric shocks of sensation twisting in the pit of his belly.