It Started With A Kiss

It Started With A Kiss…



It all started with a kiss from a porn star,

but it ended in the arms of a strange woman.

But hey, doesn’t everything?

***

“Are you sure that Yuki-san won’t mind if he comes home and finds us like this?” Zeke’s friend and on-and-off lover, the Japanese AV actor Akimoto Takumi glanced around the younger boy’s brightly decorated bedroom, taking in the childish decorations and the way that Zeke's body looked draped over the blood red bedspread of his mahogany framed four-poster bed.

At seventeen, Zeke was barely out of his teens and it showed in his eyes and in the way that he behaved like a spoiled brat whenever he didn’t get his way. His body was a slender frame wrapped in lean muscles, muscles honed from having sex more than twice a day, three hundred, and sixty-five days a year for over five years straight. That slender body was barely covered by a see-through robe and as Zeke shifted on the bed, Takumi was gifted with brief flashes of a tanned thigh or a tightly budded nipple.

“Are you trying to tempt me?” Takumi asked as Zeke shifted slightly and the robe’s loosely tied sash came completely undone. Zeke shrugged, rolling his shoulders so that the robe could slide down his body. “Maybe…Are you tempted?”

Takumi groaned low in his throat as Zeke caressed himself, sweeping a hand down the length of his body to stroke his half-hard penis and bring it to full attention. He took a step closer to the bed and then froze.

“What are you up to?” He asked warily, “You’re usually happy to wait for Yuki to come home to fuck you silly. What’s up with the sudden impatience?”

Zeke pouted and slapped his hand down onto the bed, “I don’t know and I don’t care. Just get up here and fuck me.”

“I can’t believe what I’m about to say but…No Zeke; we’re not doing this now.”

Zeke stared at Takumi as if he was crazy and then promptly said as much. “What the hell are you saying? You never say no to sex.”

It was Takumi’s turn to shrug and he looked at Zeke helplessly, “I know you and I know Yuki. If we fuck now, when he finds out, he’ll kill me.” Zeke giggled and crooked a finger at Takumi,”Then just come over here and kiss me Ta-kun.”

Against his better judgment, Takumi crossed the room and soon was standing by the side of the bed. Zeke blinked up at Takumi coquettishly, blinking those bright baby blues with their double layer of eyelashes up at the brown haired man.

His full red lips parted slightly and as Takumi watched with ravenous eyes; his pink tongue darted out to lap at them. That simple gesture completely undid Takumi and he lowered his head to kiss him. Zeke melted into the gentle kiss and raised his hands up to pull him closer.

The next thing that Takumi knew, he was flat on his back on the bed and Zeke’s mouth was sealed around the base of his penis.

He didn’t know how he got onto the bed or how Zeke had managed to get his underwear off without removing his pants. By the time, his mind cleared enough to realize what he was doing; all of the blood in his body had already rushed south. “Mmmm,” Takumi moaned as Zeke’s wicked little tongue curled around the tip of his erect penis,”Don’t stop. Oh god…Please don’t stop.”

“Yes Zeke, don’t stop on my account.”

Takumi opened his eyes (not even sure when he had closed them) and stared straight at Zeke’s long-term boyfriend Yuki. The tall blond was visibly seething, anger snapping like flames in his dark blue eyes.

“Yuki…” Takumi breathed. Zeke raised his head quickly and turned his head around so fast that his neck cricked.

His beautiful face was a mask of pure horror as he watched different emotions play over his boyfriend’s face. “Yuki,” Zeke gasped, leaving Takumi to tuck himself back into his pants and climb off the bed before sneaking out of the apartment, “You weren’t home and I was horny. Why are you so mad Yuki, you’re used to me fucking around.”

Yuki glared down at Zeke,” I told you I didn’t want you near that fucking porn star. You know that he doesn’t use condoms in most of his scenes. If you catch something from him, who do you think you’ll pass it on to first? Me! And then what will you do?”

Zeke looked about ready to cry, his eyes filled up with tears and his bottom lip trembled. “I’m sorry Yuki,” he gasped as he clung to the sleeve of his boyfriend’s button up blue shirt, “I didn’t have sex with him. Shouldn’t that count for something?”

“How would you feel if you came home found me blowing some slutty little twink?” Yuki snarled, shoving Zeke away.

Zeke blinked up at Yuki as though he was trying to figure out the answer to the question. “Is that supposed to be your idea of a joke? I’d probably suggest a threesome or something. As long as it’s a guy, I would never get too upset.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Yuki cried out, grabbing Zeke’s shoulders and shaking the younger boy roughly,” I hate the fact that I can’t talk some sense of monogamy into you. I hate feeling as if you’d drop me for the next guy who has a bigger dick than I do. I hate that I can’t trust you. Don’t you get it? How would you feel if I found a cute little virgin, brought him home, and replaced you with him?”

Zeke pouted petulantly and trailed his fingers down the front of Yuki’s shirt. “But we both know that you’ll never do that Yuki. Nobody in the world knows your body like I do.”

Yuki shoved Zeke again, this time using enough force to send him sprawling on the floor. Zeke cried out and stared up at Yuki disbelievingly, “You pushed me…Yuki…Why?” Yuki curled his lip as he let his cold gaze sweep over Zeke’s almost nude body. “You’ll never understand so just get dressed and get the fuck out of my house.”

Zeke’s eyes widened and a choked sob escaped his lips and he clutched the edges of his robe shut. “Wha-What?”

“You heard me the first time Zeke,” Yuki said his voice low and cold, “Get out.”

***

Zeke walked until his calves started to burn and he didn’t recognize where he was. He was still in Shibuya, he reckoned as the sky started to darken above his head. Therefore, he was still in his mother’s Yakuza territory and all was well.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zeke noticed a black Cadillac slowly creeping through the streets like a shark treading water. He recognized the driver instantly and a wry smile curved his lips. When he stopped moving, so did the car. Zeke turned around and motioned for the driver to pull up close to the curb, giggling at the dumbfounded look on the man’s face.

“I knew my mom didn’t trust me,” Zeke huffed as he threw himself into the passenger side, “but I didn’t think that she’d have you follow me around Nida-san.”

Hayato Nida was Zeke’s personal bodyguard, assigned to him for the sake of protecting the young boy from rival Yakuza gangs. He was tall, well over six-feet tall, with shoulder-length black hair and a muscular body that usually was kept hidden under an expensive Italian suit.

He also had been one of Zeke’s lovers from the beginning.

“Daiyu-sama doesn’t know,” Nida admitted as he turned the car off, ”Takumi called me and said that we had a situation. I caught up with you two blocks away from the apartment and followed you here. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No”

“But –”

“I said that I don’t want to talk about it Nida,” Zeke said softly and he hugged himself tightly, “I don’t think that I’ll ever want to talk about it.”

Nida grabbed Zeke’s wrist and used it to spin him around in the seat. “Leave me alone,” Zeke shrieked, yanking his arm out of Nida’s vise like grip and cradling his bruised wrist, “I don’t want to fucking talk about it. Not with you.”

He managed to clamber out of the car and, before Nida could get out, he took off running. Nida stared at Zeke’s form as it was swallowed up by the night and he felt his heart clench with worry.

Zeke was young and relatively innocent and Nida feared that something would happen to him.

“Damnit Zeke,” he whispered softly before turning back on the engine of his car and driving off.

Zeke was too fucking stubborn to listen to anything that Nida had to say. All Nida could hope was that in the morning, Zeke would call for a ride after having wild sex with a stranger all night.

***

“Hey cutie, do you wanna get a drink with me?” After leaving Nida, Zeke had ran away (feeling more and more cowardly with ever step) until he was sure that he was nowhere near any of his usual haunts. He had ended up in a park sitting on the rim of a stone fountain as he tried to will the pain away.

And people (both men and women, which surprised him to no end) hadn’t stopped hitting on him since.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood to-” Zeke looked up from his lap into a pair of large, pale breasts and his eyes widened.

“You look like you could use a beer,” the woman said as she plopped down beside him on the park bench, “C’mon cutie, it’ll be my treat.”

Zeke frowned slightly as he stared at the woman and he blushed when his gaze slipped down to her breasts. “If you insist…” he hedged.

“I certainly do,” she said with a smile, “I’m Nakata Kaname, but you can call me Ame.”

Zeke found himself smiling back, “I’m Zeke.”

Ame grinned and ruffled Zeke’s hair, “Now that I’ve got a smile out of you, what about that drink?”

“Sure.”

Ame pulled Zeke to his feet and led him out of the park. “Cool, there’s a nice little restaurant down the street. They have the best sukiyaki for miles around and they have foreign beers by the keg-full.”

As Ame pulled Zeke along with her, Zeke stumbled behind her trying to keep up with her long strides. He blushed slightly as a lock of Ame’s curly hair coiled around his outstretched arm and his fingertips trembled as they pressed against the pulse point of her wrist. His tongue darted out to lick at his lips as Ame’s fingers flexed around his palm.

Zeke found himself licking his lips and imagining what it would be like to have those strong fingers exploring his body. Or what it would feel like to kiss Ame’s full lips.

Zeke’s eyes widened as he realized what he had been doing. Even though he had never found a woman sexually attractive, there he was ogling a woman when he had Yuki at home.

His heart clenched tightly at the thought of his blond haired lover and his fingers squeezed Ame’s hand tightly. He let go as soon as he realized what he was doing.

Ame didn’t say anything, but she turned and smiled reassuringly at Zeke as they walked into the restaurant. “Don’t worry,” she said, leading Zeke to a booth in the back of the dim, homey restaurant, “I don’t bite.”

She grinned impishly and groped Zeke’s ass boldly, “Well, not if you don’t want me to.”

Zeke felt his face flush with heat and he pulled away from Ame. “I don’t think so.”

He felt like he had to explain at least.

“I’m gay and I’m happily in a relationship right now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I could tell the first time I saw your hair, “Ame said, “You can’t be too happy with your man if you’re out all alone in the middle of the night. What happened?”

Zeke sighed and wiped at his eyes before he started crying again. “I’d like that drink now,” he said, his voice weary, “And you’re going to want one too. That’s the only way that this’ll make any sense to you.”

***

One hour, three orders of sukiyaki, and six beers later, Zeke and Ame were well on their way to being smashed.

“I’ve never fucked a girl before,” Zeke admitted as he snatched a bottle of sake right out of Ame’s hand and took a great swig from it, “I’ve never even kissed one before. All of my friends have done it, but I never found a girl that could stand how pretty I was.”

Ame gazed sadly at what had been her bottle of sake. “You’re a meanie,” she said, a pout pushing out her bottom lip, “No wonder you’re a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin!” Zeke shouted, “I have lots of sex.”

“Then how come you haven’t had sex with a girl yet?” Ame said with a drunken smirk, “Are you scared?”

“Fuck you!”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with me.”

Ame leaned across the table and wrapped Zeke’s jet-black hair around her fist, bending his head at a rather extreme angle before she kissed him.

Zeke whimpered into the kiss and let Ame take control of the kiss.

When she pulled away, Ame grinned to see a dazed look on Zeke’s face.

“Please…” Zeke breathed as Ame let go of his hair, “Please.”

“I don’t live far from here,” she offered, “Do you want to come home with me?”

Zeke’s answer was a quick nod and a bright blush that darkened his cheeks.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you cutie.” Ame promised as she took Zeke’s hand in hers and kissed his knuckles gently.

***

Ame’s apartment was spacious. It was well decorated, but Zeke didn’t pay any attention to the details. All he could focus on was the sensation of Ame stroking his erection through his pants before pushing him back on the bed. With a wicked smile on her face, Ame pulled her long-sleeved shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. Her breasts gleamed like ivory against the black lace of her bra and Zeke swallowed nervously when he saw them.

His jaw dropped when Ame took her pants off and he blinked up at her. Fear shone in his eyes as he glanced up at Ame for a split second before he ducked his head and closed his eyes.

“I know this must be hard for you,” Ame whispered as she cupped Zeke’s chin in his hands, “but I wouldn’t hurt you. And you can’t hurt me. Please don’t be sad.”

When Zeke finally opened his eyes, Ame kissed him.

***

Ame’s kiss was gentle yet hungry at the same time, almost as if she could sense Zeke’s reluctance to be with a woman and was holding back. She moved her lips against his gently as her soft fingers worked at the buttons of his denim jacket.

Zeke gasped into the tender kiss as Ame found one of his nipples and stroked it through the rough cotton of his tank top.

“God you’re sensitive,” she cooed as his breath hitched and his hips rolled helplessly against her thigh, “I can’t wait to get you naked.”

Ame tugged Zeke’s jacket off and then smoothed her hands down the boy’s arms, earning a slow whimper from his throat. She pushed him down onto the bed and rode his body down on the way. She kissed along the straining muscles of his neck even as she plucked at the tight buds of his nipples, paying special attention to the left one with its silver piercing.

She wanted to see Zeke’s bare chest so badly that it made her half-mad. Her fingers longed to touch the tanned chest and stomach.

“Do you mind if I-” Ame tugged at the hem of Zeke’s tank top.

“N-No.”

Of course, his tank top was the next piece of clothing to go, followed by his jeans. Ame licked her lips and sat back on her heels, staring approvingly down the length of that slender body. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” she purred as she trailed her fingers over the bulge in Zeke’s thong, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Zeke squirmed against the bed’s silk sheets and spread his legs restlessly. “Fuck me please,” he begged, sending his wanton gaze down Ame’s body.

Ame smirked and continued to tease Zeke through the flimsy silk fabric. Her smile was predatory as she watched Zeke undulate against her hand and she tugged at one of the thong’s side straps until he got the message. With trembling fingers, Zeke reached down and unsnapped the thong. He bared himself to Ame’s hungry gaze, blushing cutely as the brown-haired woman licked her lips.

“You’re even pretty down there,” she gasped as Zeke’s penis twitched under her intense gaze, “And you wax your pubic hair. That's so cute!”

She rubbed the tip with the pad of her index finger just to watch Zeke’s blue eyes roll into the back of his head and hear a strangled moan slip out of his mouth. Ame kept stroking that leaking slit until Zeke reared up on the bed, giving her frantic eyes as he clutched at her hand with both of his.

“Please stop,” he begged, even as he rocked his hips against her palm, “It’s too much! It’s too good!” His face was flushed as if with fever and his chest heaved as he struggled to control himself. He sat up slowly, blushing as he realized that he had nearly cum at that touch.

His hands slid up to clutch at her shoulders and he pulled her up to eyelevel. “Kiss me.” Zeke demanded in a husky whisper as he rubbed his thumbs over Ame’s cheeks. Ame smiled and kissed Zeke hungrily practically devouring him with teeth and tongue.

She wrapped herself around Zeke’s body, straddling him and rubbing against the heat of his erect penis. Zeke moaned softly and let his hands slide down to caress Ame’s pert ass through the scratchy silk of her panties.

“Take them off,” Zeke breathed into the kiss as he writhed against her body, “Please Ame-sama, I want to see you.”

Ame shook her head and then moaned as Zeke ground himself against the damp crotch of her panties. “You need to be patient,” she murmured as Zeke whimpered and arched his back. “Since I probably won’t see you again after tonight, I want to take it slow and worship your body. We’ll have time to go fast later.”

Zeke opened his mouth to protest that but Ame laid a finger across his lips. “Don’t talk baby,” She whispered softly, “Let me enjoy this.” Zeke stilled and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. Ame patted his shoulder and sat closer so that she could whisper in his ear.

“Do you want me to suck your pretty dick?” Ame asked a seductive smile on her pretty face. “I may not be as good at it as you are,” referring to their conversation in the bar, “but I’ll bet you that I can make your toes curl.”

Zeke whimpered audibly as Ame licked at his ear and his fingers clenched and unclenched around her hips. “Oh…Please.” His voice was low and breathy and he seemed undone by his desire for Ame.

That same desire had his heart fluttering in his chest, beating fast against the hand that Ame has used to brace herself. Suddenly, his boyfriend Yuki’s face flashed brightly in his mind for a moment and he sighed.

“”What’s wrong?” Ame asked.

“I’m scared,” Zeke admitted.

Ame kissed him and stroked his back, “Don’t be. This’ll be our little secret. You’ll go back to your life and I’ll go back to mine.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” Zeke asked, “What if I like having sex with you? What if I want more?”

Ame shrugged, “Honestly I don’t know but I’ll be damned if I let you kill the mood.”

Ame shoved Zeke down onto his back and slithered down his body, kissing a trail down his neck and down his chest. Her tongue lapped at his left nipple quickly as her clever fingers plucked at the other. His eyes fluttered shut and he stuffed his fist into his mouth so that he could gnaw on his knuckles.

His black hair was spread out over the red pillows and his eyes were shut tight as he panted.

“Please Ame-sama,” he sobbed, “I can’t take it anymore. I need more.”

Ame looked up at Zeke, ”What do you need?”

“I need you to suck me,” Zeke cried as his hips rolled fitfully.

“Are you sure?”

***

Zeke found himself splayed wide underneath Ame’s body arching trying to press closer to all that silken flesh as wicked tongue darted over the tip of his cock. His hands fisted in the sheets as he writhed and Ame’s name fell from his parted lips like a prayer.

Ame chuckled lowly around Zeke’s cock. A scream tore free from his throat and his eyes flashed white for a brief moment. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to collect himself.

His control dashed to pieces when one of Ame’s slender fingers wiggled past his entrance and rubbed over the spongy bump of his prostate and his back arched sharply. Ame pulled away and grinned at the disappointed whine that Zeke made.

“Hush chibi,’ she admonished, moving to sit by Zeke’s head and sticking her hand underneath one of her pillows. “ I’m gonna take care of you.”

Zeke whimpered and slid one trembling hand over his stomach and chest to pluck at one pebbled nipple. His other hand trailed down to his swollen erection and he stroked it lightly before Ame glared down at him and he jerked it away.

“I’m sorry Ame-sama.”

Zeke’s face flushed darkly with embarrassment and he squirmed at Ame’s knowing smile.

“I know baby,” Ame purred, “I just don’t want you to come too soon.” Dangling precariously from Ame’s fingers was a vibrator that glinted in the light.

Zeke’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously and he squirmed eagerly as she brought the vibrator closer and closer to his skin. Ame first traced a line up the center of his body, giggling as Zeke tried to pull away.

She kissed him gently as she slid the tip of the vibrator over Zeke’s left nipple, pressing the vibrator’s tip to the metal ring lightly. Zeke’s face screwed up adorably and he whined as the dark pink bud puckered up.

“Please Ame-sama,” Zeke gasped into Ame’s mouth when the sensations grew too much to handle, “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me soon.”

Ame giggled again and patted Zeke’s stomach gently as she retook her place between Zeke’s legs. “Don’t I get something out of this too?” she teased as she pressed the vibrator into Zeke’s entrance.

Zeke’s breath hitched and tossed his head as he felt his muscles clench around the slender toy. His nerves were on fire and he panted softly as Ame fucked him with the toy.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Ame said with a smile as she twisted her wrist in order to wring a soft cry from Zeke’s lips. “Is this what your men see?”

Zeke was beyond coherent speech and he sobbed loudly as he rocked his hips into Ame’s thrusts.

“Please Ame-sama,” Zeke pleaded again, his face flushed and his fingers clenched in the sheets until his knuckles turned white. “Please just fuck me.”

Ame glanced up at him and breathed two words that were weighted with her desire.

“Make me.”

***

Zeke didn’t know what was more frightening, the knowledge that he was about to cheat on Yuki with a woman, or the fact that he was in the middle of the carnal act.

Ame wasn’t fucking him yet. Zeke hadn’t been able to convince her otherwise.

He hadn’t been able to make Ame do anything. In fact, Ame had wrestled him down onto the bed before he even had a chance to raise his body more than a few inches above the bed. But Zeke enjoyed the rough play and he had especially enjoyed Ame’s long fingers tugging his hair until he was facing her moist cunt.

It wasn’t as if Zeke was totally naïve when it came to women. After all, he had a sister like Natalee that was quite fond of lying around naked.

But there was a difference between Ame, a woman that he desperately wanted to fuck and Natalee, a woman that was related to him by blood. Maybe if Ame had fucked him already, if she had taken what she so obviously wanted from Zeke at the first chance, the teen wouldn’t have been so nervous.

“You don’t have to do this Zeke,” Ame said as she sat up and cupped Zeke’s head in her hands, “I’m not going to force you to something if you’re afraid.”

Zeke growled softly and shook his head, “I’m not afraid Ame-sama. It’s just…”

Ame finished his sentence for him. “You’d be more comfortable faced with a cock than my cunt. Right?”

“Y-yeah,” Zeke admitted sheepishly as Ame cuddled him, “I’m sorry Ame-sama. I want you, I really do, but I can’t go down on you.”

Ame patted Zeke’s knee and then shifted so that their legs were entwined and their bodies were pressed close together. She kissed him quickly and stroked her hands over Zeke’s back, trying to calm him down.

“It’s okay. We can skip the oral and move on to the main event.” Zeke yelped as Ame pushed him down onto his back and he blinked up at her curiously. “Wha-mphm!” Ame crushed her lips to Zeke’s, cutting him off as she straddled him.

“Shut up,” Ame hissed as she reached a hand back to turn on the vibrator that was still buried inside of Zeke, ”Just shut up and enjoy this.”

With that said, Ame impaled herself on Zeke’s erection. Her head dropped back as Zeke’s length seemed to throb inside of her and she moaned his name. Zeke squirmed beneath her, rocking his hips up in tiny circles to ease the pressure. “Fuck…this feels so good…Ame-sama.” Zeke gasped out as his hands flew up to grip the brunette’s hips.

Ame moaned huskily as she rode Zeke, slamming her hips down almost frantically. Zeke felt so good inside of her, so warm and thick and hard that it made her whimper. She knew that this wouldn’t last long; they had been waiting for far too long.

And she was a very impatient woman.

“Oh…Oh…OH!” Zeke reared up and clung to Ame’s hips as he pounded into her with more force and dominance than she had seen all night. His face flushed and a low groan escaped his lips as Ame’s slick muscles clenched around him.

His orgasm came upon him in a blinding wash of light and sound. His eyes rolled back into his head and he screamed Ame’s name as he pumped the brunette full of his cum.

It was everything that Zeke could imagine and yet, not enough.

It was almost a relief when everything went black.

***

“Aww fuck,” Ame groaned as she slid her hands down over her bruised hips and sides, “I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.” Zeke lay beside her on the bed, his hair tangled and his skin dotted with love bites and bruises.

He still hadn’t regained consciousness.

Ame smiled wryly and rubbed her hand over Zeke’s hip in slow circles. Zeke was so cute but even after his amazing performance, Ame knew that she wasn’t his type.

She knew with no uncertainty in her heart that after their moment was over, that Zeke would go back to his boyfriend.

Zeke stirred slowly, sitting up and wincing as his back protested the movement. He blinked those pretty blue eyes up at Ame and smiled brightly.

“That was fun.” He slurred happily. Ame giggled and pulled Zeke closer, cuddling him and trailing kisses along his throat. “I’m glad you liked it. Maybe next time-“

Ame cut herself off midsentence and sighed. Zeke didn’t seem to hear her and he entertained himself with plaiting Ame’s glossy hair into tiny braids.

“What are you going to do in the morning?” Ame asked, trying to keep her voice carefree and light. “Are you going back to your boyfriend?”

Zeke rolled his shoulders in a careless shrug. “I don’t know, I guess I could try to reason with him.” He gnawed at his bottom lip as he caressed Ame’s thick hair and his full lips drew into a tiny frown. “Yeah…I’ll go back for now.”

Ame sighed and smiled at Zeke, petting his abs lightly. “Well, if you want, I could give you my phone number and if you ever need anything at all I’d be more than happy to help you out.”

A serene smile passed over Zeke’s lips, as he hugged the woman close. “Thanks.”

This just could be a beginning of a wonderful friendship…