Lesson 6: Open Relationships
Additional Tags: Angst, Moral ambiguity, Relationship drama, Love Triangle, Jealousy, this is such a weird fic, pulled out of keima's dumb ass, Gift, Audio Erotica, Abrupt ending,
Summary: Keima had been strangely rash in throwing the guy's sex audio to him. And it was for him? Why the heck Keima would do that? And he looked strangely happy about that. It was extremely weird hearing the voice of the man Keima had voluntarily accepted a kiss from even if his boyfriend didn't harbor any feelings. Kiyoshi felt even more stupid for getting worked up during the intro. The audio was aimed at him. Chris knew his name. With the device in hand, Kiyoshi rushed to the bathroom attached to their bedroom.
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Keima gets involved in a love triangle and offers an audio erotica from the other part to Kiyoshi as an apology.
When he had no papers with closing deadlines, Keima's weekend began with a trip to the gym late in the morning. He jogged three streets to the left of their apartment building, down the street selling stationary. In front of a two-way street, there was a small, two-story gym.
Ever since arriving to the States, he felt bad for mocking foreigners back in Japan, however small. Now the person on the reception recognized him before meeting his gaze for messing up the Ls in "Hello."
"Hey, bro! Kei!" They slapped their hands and bumped their shoulders. "How are you doin'?"
It was kind of hard to understand what they said at times, nothing a smile and excitement didn't get him out off. He passed through after a caring reply.
There were a few familiar face on the first floor. Everyone was usually focusing on their own exercise. Keima got the point to not interrupt others unless he happened to use the machine beside them and engage in idle chat unrelated to fitness. He walked up the stairs to the second floor.
Through the corner of his eyes, he saw a person (masculine, sleeveless). They recently started coming here since the previous week. They hadn't spoken yet.
It was always fun to meet someone knew in a place he spent so much time in. A different day, a fun conversation. These always kept him going.
Keima rested for a couple of minutes before working on his arms. 'Though I should probably do thighs and buttocks instead...' It was mortifying to remember Valentine's day.
He removed his earphones when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Excuse me, can you show how to use this machine?" He pointed to the one beside him.
"I don't think the same but I want to be wrong," Kiyoshi had told Keima, regarding the latter's relationship with a new gym mate. The warning was awkward and Kiyoshi hoped he was wrong from the start. "I want the world to be as you say, where sex isn't the reason a person approaches another. But that is always a possibility."
"I hope you are wrong too," Keima said, rejecting his advice. Then, after he returned from their weekend trip, his guilty expression also had a hint of despair. Chris had fallen for him, and he found him moaning his name in the room they shared. Kiyoshi was pissed he had kissed another man. While he condemned Keima, he also understood the pain his boyfriend had been each time he learned he had gotten sexual with another man. It was an anger that surpassed logic because the cheating party had all the power to reject, yet didn't. They tried to patch up and communicate, giving each other time for the rest.
Keima had been strangely rash in throwing the guy's sex audio to him. And it was for him? Why the heck Keima would do that? And he looked strangely happy about that. It was extremely weird hearing the voice of the man Keima had voluntarily accepted a kiss from even if his boyfriend didn't harbor any feelings. Kiyoshi felt even more stupid for getting worked up during the intro. The audio was aimed at him. Chris knew his name. With the device in hand, Kiyoshi rushed to the bathroom attached to their bedroom.
"Is this Kiyoshi?" The man breathed out in a seductive whisper. "You have such an amazing boyfriend, making me do this for you for free. I don't know how long this will be. Make sure to listen to it all." Unintelligible grunts replaced his husky voice. It was definitely different than the voice he had heard at the gym. "Ugh, I don't know if you are a top or a bottom so I'll try catering to both sides, you lucky bastard. Hah . . . hah . . . you are good at this." The man huffed. Was he actually recording his sounds or was he performing for the mic? Either way, his dick twitched. "Thinking it better, I will act as a top and then as a bottom, so if—" The voice cut off as Kiyoshi changed the track.
"So, is this what you like, Kiyoshi? Yeah, who doesn't like a good blowjob or a twink riding him? I forgot how many BJs I have given. I heard your boyfriend is asexual but I hope your dick is getting some love. Maybe that's why Keima wanted me to do this. He's so nice. Thinking about it, let's go with he second scenario, huh sweetie?" This man was so good at this. His breaths, his grunt, his voice. Kiyoshi tore off his pants as he sat on the floor. He had cleaned it the other today, no worries.
Matching Chris' pace was nice and easy. His voice had slowed down and the little sounds gave away his actions or the fantasy they shared. Kiyoshi imagine the black head, 180 pounds, tearing himself apart to swallow Kiyoshi whole. Chris was a bit taller than Keima and his stubble gave him a serious rather than unkept appearance. Plus, he was always smiling. Now that good looking brown man was enjoying the feeling of his thick dick filling up his ass.
"Hah . . . Hah . . . I did it. Does it feel good? You are so warm. You are enjoying it. It's twitching inside me. Ugh . . . Kiyoshi . . . Kiyoshi . . . Why does it feel so good?" He kept riding, swaying back and foth, Kiyoshi's dick hitting his prostrate over and over. The bump against the tip send Kiyoshi's mind to overdrive he forgot where he was. "Fuck. Kiyoshi, Kiyoshi . . . oh god! Ugh," His hot and labored breaths tingles Kiyoshi's skin. He worked harder, swaying his hips to match his rhythm. Chris was riding in ecstasy, his short pained groans exciting Kiyoshi to orgasm.
Fuck, that was too amazing, Kiyoshi thought, dazed. His body was weak, too weak to tear off the earphone. "Did you like it? Maybe by the time you hear it, you already know what's it for. No need to feel guilty, I'm a pro. So if you haven't used to it for a good time, use me to take care of you one day. I'll be waiting~."
Kiyoshi took up the earphones. "God, he was so goooood." He grabbed his head and let himself slid down the floor. His clothes were scattered all over like a horny hoe. "UGHH!!!! Isn't this basically cheating too?! Why are we doing the same thing? This is so weird!" Why did Keima asked for this tape? The motive bothered him more than before. He put on his pants and demanded an answer.
"What were you thinking when you asked for this?!" Crap, his voice wasn't back to normal!
Keima merely scratched his head while looking away. "I think I told him after . . . that happened. I don't really remember why though."
"Can't you try to remember?" Kiyoshi grumbled.
"Uhhh, sure. Mnnn, he was going to the bathroom, I think—assumed. I was still angry at what he did so I told him to record himself if he was going finish himself. As a punishment."
"Then why give it to me?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe as an apology, a sign I'm truly sorry or I don't want to hide what I did." Keima extended his hand. "I can give it back if you hated it."
"No, I never said that." Kiyoshi gripped the device protectively. Keima chuckled.
"How was it? The audio."
"I don't want to talk about that with you," he grumbled, turning around and returning to the bedroom.