Cold Shower

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~~~Don’t own the boys of Ranma 1/2, just borrowing them for a while...gah, this is such a PWP >.< I need to try actually using a plot one of these days. Well, review if ya want )_^~~~

Soft yellow cotton hung damply on his sweating skin, while the dark green sweats hugged his body seductively. He moved with the grace of a snake, but with the ferocity of a lion on the prowl. His dark eyes were closed, focused only on finishing his kata, dancing with the grace only a fighter of numerous practiced years could perfect.

Ranma couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was very rarely he had the opportunity to watch Ryouga like this; usually the Lost Boy attacked on sight. But, on the odd occasion when Ryouga was lost in his own mind rather than in the physical world, Ranma had the chance to observe.

Ryouga’s lithe body bent and swerved, mimicking ocean waves. His eyes were closed, and he danced on, enveloped in music only he could hear. Ranma, entranced, bit his lip, his eyes roving over the planes and angles of the other boy.

Stopping abruptly, Ryouga stood stock still, slowly opening his eyes. Ranma jumped back; worried he’d been caught observing. Ranma’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Ryouga slowly remove his damp shirt, letting it fall behind him. Shaking his sweat drenched hair, he stepped forward, placing himself in another stance. Ranma let one long breath out, relieved. Ryouga turned his head sharply, his eyes boring into the direction Ranma was hiding.

‘Oh, shit…’ Ranma thought, realizing he’d been spotted. Not taking the chance of being found out, he turned tail and ran. He didn’t stop his legs until he was safe inside the confines of his room.

Sliding down his shut door, he slowly let his heartbeat return to normal. Images of a half nude Ryouga Hibiki kept flashing through his mind, and he soon realized it would take a lot more than a few deep breaths to calm another part of his riled body. Looking down, he could see his own loose gi pants tenting. He blushed deeply, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Great…” Ranma muttered quietly. He swallowed a shaky breath, trying to think of some way of dealing with his predicament. Most guys his age would do one of two things; jack off or take a really cold shower. Considering his options, and deciding now would be a really bad time to go female, he shifted to his knees and slowly crawled to his bed.

The walls were paper thin, and Ranma knew if he made too much noise, he could quite possibly wake the entire house. Relying on his discipline, he stretched out on his covers, biting his lip as he grunted, pulling his slacks down. He was subconsciously proud of himself, forgetting underwear after his earlier shower, making himself more accessible. Wrapping his fingers around his arousal, he began a clumsy rhythm, starting slow but speeding up fast.

Though he tried, it was impossible to keep himself from moaning. He kept imagining Ryouga’s hand on him, then his mouth, then taking the Lost Boy, and just thinking about what that tight heat would feel like surrounding him did nothing to help him remain quiet. Slowing his pace, and dragging an aggravated grunt from his own throat, he bit down on his other wrist, muffling his sounds. He was so close, just moments away from release, but he knew that relief would be accompanied with a scream of ecstasy, and even muffled, it would be enough to wake his father in the other room.

Slowing to a stop, Ranma turned, dragging his pants back up to rest on his hips, shifting up onto his knees then feet. His breathing was still erratic, but there was little he could do about that. He still had a raging hard on, even got so close to falling over the glorious edge into pure pleasure, but had to stop for fear of getting caught.

Once again, for the second time that night, Ranma ran in fear, but this time, it wasn’t far. He turned sharply down the hall into the bathroom, flipping on the light and twisting the shower handle hard. A burst of hot water spilt forth from the showerhead, steam rising from the cold tiled floor. Sliding out of his clothes quickly, Ranma jumped into the shower, his heart racing.

Images of Ryouga kept flashing through his head, and the thick reminder of his previous activities pulsing against his stomach made him groan. His hand flew to cover his mouth, but he realized the pounding spray was deadening his own sounds. Biting his lip, hesitant to test how loud he could let himself get, he pumped his arousal once, twice, faster and harder, throwing caution to the wind, allowing the feeling to overwhelm him. It wasn’t long before he came, and he stood, sated, watching his white release drain away. He raised a limp hand to the knob, shutting off the steaming water.

“Guh…Ran…ma…” A harsh groan sounded from somewhere outside. Ranma’s head snapped up, and he looked about, worried that someone might have, indeed, heard him. Using a shaking hand, he slowly opened the bathroom window, which faced the small courtyard the Lost Boy had been utilizing as a makeshift gym. His eyes widened when he saw Ryouga sitting on the ground, his back facing Ranma’s gaze, his legs spread wide. Ranma could see Ryouga’s arm moving violently, and the pale blue light of the half moon reflected off the other boy’s milky white, nude thighs.

Ranma felt like maybe he swallowed his tongue. Ryouga couldn’t possibly be doing what he thought he was. Rubbing the water from his eyes, shaking his ears clear, he took another long look outside. Just as before, there sat Ryouga, sans pants, pumping himself hard and fast, and murmuring Ranma’s name. Ranma blushed deeply, all of a sudden taken with a random, thrilling thought.

Nodding, determined, Ranma jumped out of the shower, dressing quickly. Quietly, he snuck back out to the clearing, drinking in the sight of Ryouga lost in his own sensual little world. His stomach was twisting in on itself, but he refused to back down this time. Swallowing hard, he moved forward, until he was barely two feet away from Ryouga.

“Boy, Ryouga, looks like you have quite the exhibitionist side,” Ranma whistled. Ryouga squeaked and jumped, his eyes opening wide. The most adorable pink blush spread across the Lost Boy’s countenance, his mouth hanging open.

“Ranma…” Ryouga breathed out harshly. His hand was still on himself, precum oozing from the tip gave his hard length a slick sheen. Ranma’s knees were quickly turning to jelly; the sight before him was just too delicious.

“Before you freak out, yes, I’ve seen enough to realize you want me. I’m not running away, if anything, I’m running to you. Now, shut up and kiss me,” Ranma grated out, throwing himself onto Ryouga’s nude lap, mashing his lips against his. Ryouga’s eyes rolled back, quickly falling into sensation. He pushed his tongue into Ranma’s mouth, groaning.

“Fuck, I want you…” Ryouga muttered against Ranma’s lips. Ranma gasped and grinned, squirming in Ryouga’s lap.

“Obviously. Do something about it.” Ranma demanded, tearing at his clothes. Ryouga’s fingers flew deftly, removing Ranma’s loose pants, tossing them over to where his own dark green pair lay. Upon feeling Ranma’s erection pressed up against his, he shuddered, his breaths coming out in pants.

“Do you want to…” Ryouga let the question hang. He himself would love to take the unorthodox martial artist in his lap, but that might be a little forward for their first intimate night together. Ranma pushed his lips against Ryouga’s throat, grunting impatiently.

“Anything. Just fucking do something, or I will.” Ranma muttered, licking Ryouga’s jaw. Ryouga nodded, and wrapping his hand around both him and Ranma, began to pump slowly. Ranma growled, nipping Ryouga’s earlobe, egging him on. Taking the hint, Ryouga quickened his pace. He was already damn close to his own climax, but he wanted to wait for Ranma.

Ranma squirmed in his lovely seat, pushing himself up against Ryouga’s length. Ryouga panted, and sped up his rhythm. He realized Ryouga was waiting for him and he cursed under his breath.

“Ryouga, just fucking come already, will ya? If you come, I’ll come. Don’t leave me hangin’.” Ranma ground out. Ryouga, nodding slightly, bit down on his lip, his pleasured groan muffled but still audible. Ranma, upon feeling Ryouga’s climax, also came, arching back, gasping loudly.

Moments later, after their breathing returned to normal, the two young men’s eyes finally met. Ryouga blushed while Ranma grinned.

“’Cold showers’ are so overrated. Next time, let’s just do this.” The ponytailed boy said, kissing a chuckling Ryouga soundly.

The End