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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Prince_of_Stride:_Alternative_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Fujiwara_Takeru/Yagami_Riku
  Character:
      Fujiwara_Takeru, Yagami_Riku
  Series:
      Part 1 of Run_Away_Baby
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-24 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2404
****** I Thought We Were Watching A Movie ******
by ravioliwings
Summary
     Riku gets scared easily and Takeru thinks he knows how to distract
     him.
Notes
     Keep in mind, at the moment there are only 3 episodes out so if
     anything is either ooc or just plain wrong, then that's why.
     Anyways, I will most likely continue this at some point, and if I do,
     the rating might go up.
     Also, I rated it as mature just to be safe, but there's no smut or
     anything at this point so sorry to those who may be disappointed.
***** Movie Time *****
He couldn't remember how he got himself into this situation in the first place.
Had he  wanted  to watch a scary movie? No, but apparently Riku’s mother
insisted  that he bring Takeru over for once, and that they should do something
other than training, even if that's what they enjoyed doing the most.
Although Takeru could understand her concern, as she probably didn't want a
couple teenagers running around in the dark by themselves, lest something
happen to them. And he also wasn't quite sure who had the idea for a  horror
film, as Riku didn't really seem like the type to really enjoy them, so maybe
his mother suggested that, too.
But as much as Takeru just didn't  feel  like agreeing to this little setup, he
reluctantly replied, speedily texting the other boy back:
 
Fine, what time should I come over
 
It didn't take long for him to receive a response, seeing as the blond almost
always had his phone in his hand.
 
7:30 pm sharp! :D
 
Takeru wasn't a huge fan of the way that Riku seemed to use emoticons very
liberally, usually putting multiple into one message, but he supposed that that
was just Riku, in all of his spirited glory.
And maybe Takeru was being  too  reluctant about going, finding that despite
his annoyed thoughts, there was still a twinge of anticipation lodged somewhere
deep within him.
He wasn't excited for this.
Not at all.

Later, Takeru had found himself rasping his knuckles across a wooden door,
duffle bag full of clothes hanging off of his shoulder. He had been preparing
himself for this moment, trying to decide how to greet either of Riku’s parents
if they were to be the ones to open the door. Hell, he didn't even really know
how he'd address  Riku  if he was the one to open it. It shouldn't be weird, it
shouldn't require more effort than talking to anyone else, but he couldn't help
that there was still something strange between them. It wasn't that they were
unfamiliar with each other, because they weren't, they had been practicing
together for weeks now and have had plenty of conversations, but there
were...little things about their interactions that made Takeru become
suspicious of the energy between the two.
Like how the blond was always eager (maybe  too  eager) to come running to his
friend's side at the smallest request. Or how he somehow always managed to have
an extra water bottle (just one) when Takeru had been too thirsty and drank all
of his own. How Riku seemed to just brush it off as being “no big deal”, even
though he always seemed ready for it. How the blond would seem a little
disgruntled if Takeru didn't participate in their usual chatter (although that
was more understandable, as Riku seemed to take everything to heart). Or
perhaps it was how the other’s winded flush got just infinitesimally more red
whenever they would relay, sometimes slapping their hands together viciously,
other times just barely grazing each other's hands.
But it also wasn't just Riku’s “fault”, Takeru was also partially to blame.
Sometimes, if Riku was being uncooperative, Takeru would usually just drag (or
on some occasions, actually  carry ) him to wherever they needed to be, but
he'd always find his hands lingering a little too long to be casual. Or if he
was helping the blond up after he had unceremoniously thrown himself onto the
ground, Takeru found himself trying to find more reasons to touch the kind,
maybe brushing dust off of him or picking a leaf out of his hair.
So maybe they were both to blame the weird energy between themselves that
Takeru had to push down as soon as Riku opened the door.
Taking one look at Takeru standing in the doorway made the blond’s eyes light
up, as if he was halfway expecting it to be someone else on the other side.
“Well are you going to let me in?”
“Ah - right, sorry!” Riku apologized bashfully, opening the door wider to allow
Takeru inside. It took all but two seconds to yell into the house, “Mom, Takeru
is here!”.
In mere moments, Riku’s mother was in front of Takeru, greeting him eagerly.
Of course, Takeru could see where Riku got both his looks and his personality.
His mother was all smiles and golden hair, it being thick just like Riku’s.
“Ahhhh! It's finally nice to meet you! I've heard  so  much about you,” she
added with a wink, causing Riku to turn a vibrant shade of red and attempt to
usher her away before she could embarrass him.  
“We'll just be in my room,” he called out to her, quickly grabbing the sleeve
of Takeru’s jacket and tugging him down the hallway.
Once they both were safely locked away in the confines of the blond’s personal
space, Riku finally dropped Takeru’s arm and threw himself backwards onto his
small bed, sighing in content.
“I've been helping my mom clean the house  all day.  My back is  so  sore from
being hunched over the entire time,” Riku threw his arm over his eyes for
dramatic effect, letting out yet another sigh. “Do you mind putting in the
movie? I'm way too comfortable to get up right now,” he added, lifting his arm
from his eyes to cast a pleading glance at Takeru.
With a defeated huff, Takeru shouldered off his bag, dropping it to the wooden
floor with a dull ‘thud’. He padded his way over to the television set up
across from the bed, sifting through the various DVD cases until he found the
cheesy looking horror film that they were destined to watch that night.
Taking it out of the case, Takeru then put it in the DVD player and turned on
the television.
Turning back to where Riku lay on the bed, albeit closer to the wall than he
had previously been, he asked “Should we turn the lights off?”
“Well of course, dummy. It's a horror film,” the blond replied, giving an
exasperated roll of his eyes. In a matter of seconds, the blond was submerged
into the dark, the only light coming from the glow of the T.V.
Staring at Riku on the bed, Takeru had to wonder, “Should I sit on the floor?”
Even though the room was dark, Takeru could still see the other tilt his head
in confusion before he answered, “No? There's still plenty of room on the bed,”
emphasizing his statement by patting the spot beside him.
Plenty of room, my ass.  Takeru thought, his entire right side pressed up
against Riku’s left. It wasn't like they were  squished  against each other,
but they were definitely closer than either of them had expected.
Not that either would admit that they didn't mind.
By the time they had settled into somewhat comfortable positions (both leaning
against the back wall with their legs outstretched before them) the previews
had run their course and the movie had finally begun.
Takeru hadn't been to into it, as it seemed like a relatively old movie that
had dealt with bad special effects and even worse acting, but needless to say
it was not the same for the boy next to him.
Every time the poorly produced monsters would pop up suddenly on screen, Riku
would jolt, sometimes hitting Takeru with his elbows in the process.
By the tenth time it had happened, Takeru had to speak up.
“Is it really necessary to jump like that every time?” Takeru bit out, shooting
a small glare at the blond, just to have it soften when he sees the other's
expression.
Riku was now looking at him out of the corner of his wide, guilty, eyes and
worrying his lower lip between his teeth.
Maybe  Takeru would have felt a little more guilty, and  maybe  he would have
apologized for snapping at Riku, but he couldn't help but notice how  god damn
adorable  the blond looked in that moment.
And before either of them could think about what was happening, Takeru’s lips
were on Riku’s.
It was a slow, tentative kiss, laced with comfort as well as uncertainty, but
they both pulled away just enough to separate their lips, breath mingling with
one another's.
There was a quiet tension between them, the anticipation of what came next
buzzing between them. Takeru had almost felt like he had made a mistake; that
this  wasn’t  what Riku had wanted, but these fears were quickly snuffed out by
Riku’s hands resting themselves on Takeru’s shoulders and gently pulling him
back into another kiss.
This one was different from the first; a little more practiced, a little more
certain, a little more  charged . This was evident when Riku started urging for
more open mouthed kisses, as opposed to closed, more  pure , ones.
As they both grew more bold, Takeru lifted his hands to rest them on Riku’s
hips, pulling him ever so closer, despite their already close proximity.
He started taking more control, gently easing his tongue into the blond’s
mouth, eliciting a small noise from the back of Riku’s throat. His mouth was
warm and wet, as to be expected, but Takeru soon turned his attention to Riku’s
bottom lip, gently nipping it with his teeth, earning him another barely there
moan.
The two were breathing a little heavier now, completely entranced in each
other's mouths, Takeru deepening their kisses while Riku twirled inky locks
around his fingers.
They couldn't get enough, it seemed. And to remedy that, Takeru began kissing
down the blond’s throat, giving gentle bites here and there, getting delicious
reactions from the other. The dark haired boy finally made his way down to the
collar bone, sucking on the exposed flesh until he was certain there was a mark
there.
Meanwhile, Riku’s head was thrown back, his cheeks flushed, and his chest
heaving lightly. Everything that Takeru did felt  so good , and Riku simply
couldn't get enough. The feeling was overwhelming, and he was intoxicated with
all of the attention the other was paying to him.
And when Takeru had started sucking and kissing just below Riku’s collar bone,
the blond let out a  whine , desperate to feel  more.
And as if Takeru had heard his inner pleas, the other edged their hands
underneath the hem of the blond’s shirt, gently touching the soft skin and hard
muscle underneath.

Riku was going to lose his mind.
***** More Interesting than the Movie *****
Chapter Summary
     Pure smut
     They don't have sex, but they do get off, so
     And I changed the rating to explicit just to be safe
     And the underage tag is also on now
As Takeru kept running his hands over the other's soft skin of his abdomen, he,
too ,grew more desperate, wanting to feel  more .
 
And so, breaking their heated kiss, Takeru urged Riku to raise his arms,
sliding the troublesome fabric of his shirt right off of his torso. And before
sapphire eyes could really take in the delectably creamy skin before him, the
blond was now asking  him  to take off his  own  shirt.
 
Complying, Takeru yanked his own shirt off fervorously, pale skin being bathed
in soft blue lighting.
 
Now that they were both nude from the waist up, Takeru shifted so that he was
now underneath Riku, their bare chests sliding together smoothly. The dark
haired boy moved his hands to glide along the blond’s toned back, exploring the
small dips of the other's dimples, before easing his fingers under the
waistband of Riku’s shorts to softly knead his firm ass.
 
The blond gave a small moan, a warm sensation filling him from the action.
 
Takeru kept alternating between soft and hard squeezes, earning various degrees
of whimpers and moans from the boy on top of him. And while touching Riku’s ass
was  goddamn incredible , he was also painfully aware of the growing hardness
between them. Every few minutes, their clothed cocks would rub together,
causing them both to let out quiet, breathy moans. And as much as Takeru wanted
to get them both off in the moment, he would be damned if he didn't hear any
more of Riku’s desperate moans again.
 
So, sliding a hand further down Riku’s ass, Takeru just barely managed to be
able to reach the other's balls from behind, earning a strangled gasp from the
blond and a shallow thrust.
 
Riku didn't know how having someone's hands on his ass  and  fondling his balls
could feel this good, and he wanted  more.
 
“Takeru....please….” The blond gasped, not hiding the want in his quiet voice.
 
Getting the hint, Takeru removed his hands from the blond’s cheeks and slipped
his thumbs under the other's waistband, tugging it down just enough for Riku’s
already weeping cock to spring out and spread some of its precum onto both of
their stomachs. Riku groaned at the warm sensation of skin against him, at how
easily he was able to slide his cock between them both.
 
Takeru slid his own shorts and boxers down (at least  he  had been wearing
something underneath, unlike the boy on top of him) to free his own erection,
and when they both slid against each other, slicking them both up with their
own precum, they released throaty moans, once again breaking their series of
kisses to pant.
 
Slowly, they kept grinding against each other, pressing their cocks against one
another, enjoying how they rubbed together with ease, their abdomens slippery
with precum. Takeru’s hands once again found themselves on Riku’s ass, kneading
with more force than he had previously. They were both moaning into each
other's mouths as fires burned in their lower stomachs.
 
They picked up their pace, grinding faster and harder to try to get more
friction, to try to satisfy their burning desires. Their kisses were more
sloppy now, more desperate than they had originally been. Their hot breath
mingled, graced with breathy moans and whimpers, most of which were Riku’s as
he got closer and closer to the edge.
 
Eventually, Takeru once more sought out Riku’s balls from where his hands were
on his ass. And as soon as he gave them a soft fondling, Riku’s thrusts sped
up, growing erratic.
 
“T-Takeru, I-I'm gonna-” the blond moaned as he reached his climax, spilling
hot cum onto both of their stomachs. Riku’s moaning ultimately led Takeru to
his own ending, cumming shortly after, also contributing to the mess between
them.
 
As they came down from their highs, Riku felt the dark haired boy under him
shake with a small chuckle.
 
“I thought we were watching a movie”
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