A Virgin Kiss

Chapter 27: The Game

Neji sucked on Gaara’s fingers, keeping his white eyes on those exotic green ones of the younger teen. To his surprise, when Gaara pulled his fingers out, and he just put them in his own mouth, licking off all the spittle and wetness that Neji had left on them. Neji steeled himself not to react to the unexpected move—but damn it, he’d been gearing himself up to deal with Gaara sticking those fingers in his ass, and now it looked like anything going in anybody’s ass might not even happen. It was, well, no, not disappointing, just unexpected.

Of course, he was happy about not having those fingers in his ass, Neji told himself as the Kazekage stroked his hair and arms, just looking at him like he was some kind of dessert. Yeah, so it had been pretty good when Gaara had been seme, but clearly he, Neji, was the more dominant one of the two sexually. Dominance in sex had nothing to do with ninja status or one’s sexual experience, after all. And he had chosen this, chosen to let Gaara take the lead tonight—so he was the one orchestrating this night, right?

Gaara’s head dipped down to Neji’s chest, and he sucked on the Hyuuga’s nipple—through the t-shirt. After a while the redhead moved to the other one, and Neji looked down to see a wet spot on his shirt that clung to his skin, showing off the little pebble that was his erect nipple. Somehow the shirt made it seem dirtier than looking at his bare chest—like they were kids sneaking around. Or maybe it was just because Neji wanted the shirt gone, wanted to feel Gaara’s lips on his skin again. This wanting and not getting, this waiting—it was hard, hell, it was making him hard.

When the Sand nin slid Neji’s t-shirt up a little bit and began to lick at his belly button, the jounin sighed with pleasure—yes, yes, tongue on skin, that was what he had been waiting for. Oh, yes, Gaara was opening up his pants and freeing his erection. He would soon be sucking on that tip again, working up to taking Neji deep in his throat—ah, fuck! Gaara was now coming up for a kiss, leaving him exposed and untouched.

But as they kissed, Gaara pushed his shirt up above his nipples, so he could touch them directly as well. But he seemed to just like rubbing his hand over Neji’s chest hair, over his ribs, over his belly button, but not where Neji wanted, not in those places that were the most sensitive. When the redhead broke the kiss and began to lick Neji’s ear, the Leaf nin whimpered a little. He bit his lip, regretting the sound, waiting for the Sand nin to say something mocking in his ear. But Gaara moved his head down to one nipple—oh god, yes—that was better. Maybe whimpering was the right thing—his body sure seemed to think so.

When Gaara’s head lifted from Neji’s nipple, the dark-haired teen whimpered more loudly—it came out easily. And Gaara’s mouth descended on the other nipple, and his hand pushed into Neji’s pubic hair and then slid around to his testicles. This time when the Kazekage moved his head up and then down to a spot on Neji’s stomach and began giving the jounin a hickey, Neji whimpered more. A sudden memory of him doing this to the Sand nin surfaced vividly in his mind. He had teased Gaara, not licking him or touching him, until he moaned with want. Fuck—he was the one that had taught the redhead this game! Neji let out a loud moan, realizing he was going to be pushed to the edge tonight before given any release.

At the moan, the hand finally circled his cock—oh god, that felt good! Well, if moans were what got him what he wanted, there was no shame in moaning. Neji forced himself not to push up into Gaara’s hand, instead just letting his throat make sounds of need and want—sounds that came readily from him.

But as he now expected, Gaara soon sat up and stopped touching him with lips and hand. That annoying redhead just stood up and removed his shirt and pants before lying back down next to Neji naked. He felt silly with his pants open and shirt pushed up, but he would of course act like this was the height of coolness—being half-dressed was the hottest thing around—naked, was just naked.

“It’s kind of warm with that fire,” said Gaara finally, “maybe you should undress too.”

“I guess I could since I’m half undressed already,” said Neji, trying to sound completely relaxed and unaware of his state of arousal. He sat up and took off his shirt, looking at Gaara and feeling pretty good at the fact that the Kazekage’s cock jumped a bit under his stare. He decided to stand up to take off his pants since it was more graceful and made a better show than wiggling them off while lying down.

As he began to sit down, Gaara asked in a quiet voice, “Could you put your head down by my feet, Neji?”

Oh! THAT was what Gaara was interested in! “Absolutely, Red,” was all Neji said as he settled back down on his blanket. Sure enough, Gaara moved over him and began to finish what he had been doing on the road when the hunting party had interrupted them. Neji reached up and took Gaara’s cock into his mouth as well, pulling on his lover’s ass to get the best position. But then he was gagging as Gaara pushed down deep into him—but at the same time he felt his own cock slide deep into the Sand nin’s tight, wet throat. Then it withdrew—he could breathe, that cock was out of his throat, but, on the down side, Gaara’s mouth was now just on the tip of his own throbbing penis.

Neji lay there waiting for Gaara to plunge his cock back down into him, bracing himself for the pain in the back of his mouth. But nothing happened. That tongue of Red’s was teasing and twisting around the head of his cock—unlike Neji’s own mouth that was just loosely around the tip of Gaara’s penis. God, Gaara was making him look incompetent. Neji began to imitate what the Sand nin was doing to him, mirroring each flick of the tongue, each suck. It wasn’t until he felt Gaara’s cock at the back of his mouth that he realized Gaara was slowly guiding them to take more and more of each other into their mouths.

But Gaara made no move to have them go deeper. As Neji adjusted to the rhythm and feel of sucking on Gaara, he found himself wanting more, wanting to take Gaara's cock in deeper. As he let his lover's cock slide deeper into his mouth, back into his very throat, he felt Gaara now mirroring him. Oh, god, this was incredible! Neji had never done this before, but it was now right up there near the top of his growing list of favorite things to do with Gaara. Each time Neji took Gaara into his throat, he was amazed at how painless it was and how it challenged him—he wanted to take it all, to take every bit of it. It felt good to pull Gaara in, to suck Gaara’s cock deep into him, to claim all of that cock as his, to feel Gaara sucking down, claiming him as the same time. It was more than good—god, it was getting him to the edge. Neji moved just a bit faster, sucked a bit harder, just a little more—

And Gaara tried to pull himself up, but Neji caught him and held him down, his hand reaching around gripping Gaara’s ass tightly. He want to feel Gaara come in him, need to feel Gaara come in him, to prove that he could do this as well as Suna's Kazekage. His own penis was being sucked deeper and harder, and the Sand nin’s hands pushed under Neji’s ass, squeezing, and a finger began rubbing at his anus.

`Oh god, no, no!' thought Neji in a panic, losing his rhythm and ability to suck as he started to come, the panic pushing him right over the edge of excitement into orgasm. Gaara was now thrusting in and out of Neji's mouth, pushing in deeply, roughly, making it difficult to breathe as Neji shook and shot out his cum into that tight, wet heat inside his lover. But somehow the rough use just made his orgasm more intense, and then Gaara was coming too, and Neji was struggling to deal with the flood of liquid slipping into his throat, his mouth. But he was a genius, so, of course, he managed to swallow it all, using his chakra control to manipulate the muscles in his throat.

When Gaara moved off the Hyuuga and lay back down next to him, Neji just lay there on his back feeling smug and satisfied. When he felt Gaara lift up the sand under him and turn him around, he didn’t even open his eyes. A soft, warm body pushed under Neji’s arm, and he felt a blanket being pulled over them. Neji tilted up his head from the ground just enough to kiss Gaara’s red hair, and then let his head fall back on the soft sand. But his arms tightened around the Sand nin, making clear his silence was not indifference, and even after he slid into sleep, his arms held the redhead tightly.

The Kazekage of Wind Country lay there and watched the stars like he had always done when camping out. The only difference was he could only look at half the night sky with his head pillowed above Neji’s heart. But Gaara didn’t care: listening to Neji’s heartbeat was worth half a sky of stars.