Four Legged Frolics in Surburban Tokyo

3. In The Backseat with an Audience


Kisame was getting hard again. Despite the fact that he had shot a load less than an hour ago, his erection was already straining uncomfortably against his pants. It probably had to do with the fact that Itachi was sitting right next to him, looking at him with eyes that seemed to smolder.

Confidence, Kisame thought. He hadn't really been exaggerating when he had told Madara that he had gotten hotter guys than Itachi before. Kisame had definitely had his share of hot guys, though in his eyes Itachi was the hottest by far. He swung his arm onto the backseat of the car, very nearly over Itachi's shoulders.

"Madara told me you two don't get along too well," Kisame said, hoping the topic would segue into something more provocative.

"I don't agree with him most of the time," Itachi replied, "but we're capable of working together."

"Yeah, I guess he can be a jerk sometimes. But he's a pretty clever bastard, I've got to give him that." Hmm. This was leading nowhere. Maybe a more direct approach was needed. "So what exactly did you get up to in that club? Should I be jealous of the guy you were with?"

Kisame swore that Itachi's lips twitched upwards with that comment.

"I could ask the same of you," Itachi replied.

"Yeah." Kisame scooted closer to Itachi, happy with the response. He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of Itachi's face, letting his fingers linger on that smooth, pale skin. "I think I'm definitely jealous."

"Maybe," Itachi started, and Kisame wasn't sure if he detected some small amount of coyness in that voice, "if you had gotten to The Shop a little bit earlier, you wouldn't need to be jealous."

That was an invitation if Kisame had ever heard one. He leaned forward, lips ghosting against Itachi's ear as he whispered harshly into it. "You know, if I didn't live with my parents I'd take you home and spend all night rimming that cute ass of yours. But things being what they are, I wish I could fuck you right this very instant."

Itachi's eyes flashed for one second before he calmly answered back. "So why don't you?"

Kisame was momentarily dumbfounded before his hormones took over. So Itachi was kind of kinky. .. he could definitely deal with that. He moved forward, his hands wrapping around Itachi's back and his lips claiming Itachi's lips. Itachi tasted even better than Kisame had imagined, some mixture of spearmint and vodka.

In a few clumsy movements, Itachi's back was pressed half against the door and half on the seat, while Kisame was in between his legs and bent over him. As they kissed Kisame's hands wondered over Itachi's tight, firm ass, lifting it up enough that he could feel Itachi's erection press against his stomach.

"You're so sexy," he mumbled against Itachi's lips, even as his hands started to pull off the other boy's pants.

"Less talking," Itachi said, reaching for Kisame's zipper. "More kissing."

"Oh, fuck," Deidara whispered, as he finally realized what was going on in the backseat of the car. He giggled a little as he watched Kisame desperately peel off Itachi's pants, until they were hanging off one slim leg.

"What's going on?" Madara asked. He could guess, considering the noises, but. . .

"I think you should adjust your rearview mirror."

Madara did so, until both Itachi and Kisame came into view. He was treated to the sight of Itachi with his legs spread, Kisame in between them. Kisame had his dick out of his pants and in his hand, and was guiding it into what Madara assumed was Itachi's ass. He couldn't actually see that part in detail, given the angle and the fact that both their shirts were still on. He watched as Kisame slowly sunk into the other boy, watched Itachi's eyelids flutter with the pleasure of being penetrated.

"Fuck," he heard Itachi breath out, an exclamation that shocked Madara to no end, "I've never been fucked this deep before."

And then Kisame was properly fucking his cousin, hips and ass moving back and forth in short, slow thrusts as he grunted over the smaller boy. Madara had to admit that Itachi looked good on his back like that. His slim, pale legs looked pretty sexy spread on either side of Kisame, trying to open up as wide as they could in the small confines of the car. And he had to admit that Kisame was doing an excellent job of fucking his cousin raw, each thrust sending Itachi up against the window a little bit. In short, he had to admit that the scene was pretty damn hot.

"I guess I'll circle the block a few times," Madara muttered. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, his cock hard in the confines of his pants. He looked over at Deidara, who also seemed to be enjoying the show. "So, umm. . ."

Deidara looked over at him in confusion.

Madara gestured at the tenting in his pants. "Think you can help me out?"

Deidara scoffed at that. "In your dreams. I'm not as easy as your whole family seems to be."

Madara sighed in disappointment.

In the back seat, Kisame was desperately trying to last as long as he could. But Itachi's little pants and barely audible moans were driving him crazy, and the other boy was just so damned gorgeous, Kisame couldn't believe he had lasted this long already. He had wanted to do this ever since he had first seen the other boy, that first day of soccer training. Pretty soon he couldn't help it, and picked up the pace as he thrust into Itachi with fast, shallow movements of his hips. He could hear the loud sounds of their flesh meeting with each violent thrust, but Itachi didn't seem to mind. Finally, he bent down to recapture those pink lips, shoving his tongue into Itachi's mouth as he shoved his cock up Itachi's hole one last time. He came, hard, emptying his balls into that small ass.

His orgasm left him lightheaded, but after he got ahold of himself Kisame attempted to move away. He was planning to finish Itachi off with his mouth, but then he felt two legs wrap around his waist, keeping him inside of the other boy.

"Stay," Itachi said, as Kisame's face burrowed into his neck. "I've never felt so full before."

Kisame beamed at that. "Yeah. I've got a big cock."

"That. . . is an understatement."

Kisame chuckled, then licked and sucked at Itachi's neck. "But what about you, sempai?"

"I already came," Itachi admitted. That surprised Kisame, the fact that the other boy had come just from being fucked.

"Itachi-sempai," Kisame said, lifted himself up so he could look down at Itachi's face, "will you go out with me?"

Itachi didn't even seem to think before he nodded. "Sure. Why not?"

"Are you guys finished?"

Both boys looked up to see Madara grinning at them from the front seat.

"Not that I didn't enjoy the free show, but we've been parked outside your apartment for awhile now."

Kisame winced as he slid out of Itachi, his cock now limp. He moved away and let the other boy put on his pants and wipe the cum off his shirt as best he could. It didn't take long, and soon enough Itachi was opening the car door.

"See you at training," Kisame said, frowning at Itachi's departure. Itachi only smirked back at him as he closed the door.

Itachi and Deidara walked back to their apartment building, Itachi with a slight smile pulling at his lips.

"For God's sake," Deidara said, "don't look so damn smug."

"Don't be jealous," Itachi replied. "It's unbecoming."