Teaching Without Leaving Any Room For Doubt

A.N. Sorry for the wait, and thanks everyone for reading and commenting. =3
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Chapter 6 Other Players

“Tell me how it feels, just try to relax.”

Lee exhaled, slowly pushing out tense energy and then inhaled the fragrant air. His eyes were close but images kept dancing across his mind.

“It's no use, I can’t relax.” He sat up looking at a deep mahogany bookcase, tucking his cock away. Lee glanced over his shoulder his doctor making notes quietly. “You’re angry with me? It’s been a while and I’m still stuck at this stage.”

The pen placed carefully on his desk; he sat back giving Lee his full attention. “What makes you feel, your lack of success would anger me?”

The bass player turned away, embarrassed. “I should be much better now, it’s been weeks.”

The doctor pressed a button on his desk phone, and then closed the open file before him, thoughtfully running a thumb over the plastic index tab. After several moments, he stood crossing to a large frosted window. “Lee, last session we discussed trying something a little different to help you move past this stage, if we were not successful,” he said.

The room dimmed, Lee twisted his adjustable chair around facing his physician, and watched his doctor close the vertical blinds.

“What…your assistant?” he said, with a touch of hesitation.

His doctor padded over to a small table lamp turning it on, Lee glanced quickly at cute bare feet, with tan lines from his sandals. The light cast a soft glow over the comfortable office. The recessed lights on the bookcase glittered on gold lettered tomes. Lee swallowed as his doctor step near, one hand tugged at the knot over his tie and slipped it off.

A graceful hand gently patted Lee’s shoulder, aqua eyes held his gaze. Lee trembled, holding his breath, his doctor smiled softly and then proceeded to another table lighting scented candles.

“Lee your issue is intimacy; I have an assistant that will help you bridge the gap. At any time you may stop the session.” He turned facing his patient fully, leaning one hip against his table, and placing a hand to his throat and undoing the top collar button. “I will not force you to continue, do you understand.”

The bass player nodded his eyes focused on his lean sex therapist elegant hand, and the tan skin visible through the few open buttons.

Someone knocked on the door, with one assuring look at Lee the doctor directed the person to enter. He joined Lee, standing over him and holding his dark gaze without a word.

The assistant spoke, low but firm, “He should be standing, and face me.”

Lee looked around automatically rising, he lost track of his doctor now that his attention focused on the man who had come to assist. His mouth fell open; a soft index finger pressed over his lips silencing him. Lee quieted immediately glancing at his doctor now on his left and nodding subtly in agreement.

The sex therapist traced the rise of Lee’s shapely lips feeling how the young man trembled under his touch. His suspicions confirmed he nodded at his assistant and step behind Lee observing the pair.

The assistant stood in a steel grey kimono with a white embroidered rope snaking down one side. The upper portion gaped open revealing a chiseled luminescent chest. Lee swallowed licking his lips nervously and taking a deeper breath to calm his racing heart.

“Lee this will be much easier if you do not speak until I ask.” Lee nodded once.

“Take off his clothes,” Neji said stalking closer and tugging at the knotted belt on his hip.

The bass player lifted his hands, but slightly smaller hands took hold of his wrist.

“I will do this just try to relax,” the sex therapist said; and then tugged at the rust sweater covering Lee’s lean torso, pulling it up from behind the musician. He then smoothed his palm up the sculptured abs to Lee’s sexy shoulder, pressing his chest to the taller male’s back.

The assistant stop a few feet away, eyes glaring at the blue hair with streaks of silver covering one large dark eye. “I want your eyes on mine at all times,” he said huskily.

The heat in the room seemed to increase for the guitar ‘wana-be’ drummer. His head felt as if all the blood in his body were racing forward to escape through his ears. That steady ‘thump-thump’ in his ears that meant a blush was covering his head. A hail of sweat covered his ‘lick-able’ form, Lee exhaled again.

“Good,” the assistant said. He step closer pulling open his kimono so it gaped revealing his sternum and a peek of his sculptured chest without revealing the hard buds. This also allowed his erection to protrude shamelessly, a dab of semen on the slit.

Lee looked down from chin to cock; his mouth fell open at the beautiful pecker. The cock twitched a larger bead of glossy fluid leaked out.

The sex therapist open Lee’s jeans, pulling them down with his boxers and helping him step out. Now he stood naked, venerable, and hard.

The assistant allowed him to stare a few moments longer and then reached a pale hand forward lifting Lee’s chin slowly. Pulling those midnight eyes upward.

Lee gulped, the ash eyes captivated him, in a way he never fully understood years ago, now however is different.

“Listen closely Lee,” he whispered. The assistant step closer so mere inches separated the two male protrusions from touching each other.

“Intimacy begins here,” he touched the bass player’s temple, stroking back a thick razor sheered bang, and then tracing the digit down under his chin. “Your mind makes the first connection through, sight, smell, anything that does not involve ‘touch.’ After that we get to the physical component,” he smirked, “The right stimulation will awaken an enormous amount of inner energy, and then in a blink release it,” he said dropping his hand lower tracing Lee’s lean neck, and the defined muscles.

The pale finger found its way to his, areola circling it slowly with the ash eyes, following its process. Lee exhaled, beads of sweat running down his brow, and neck. Spasms rolled up his cock when at last he received a nipple flick, completely caught under the assistant’s stimulating spell.

“Neji!”

“Hnn?”

“This… I..I mean…”

Neji chucked flicking the dark nubs again watching his former teammate breaking down sensually. He knew Lee came for sex therapy but never thought *he* would have the pleasure of “assisting” with Lee’s “sexual plateau.”

The ghostly pale man move close enough for both cock heads to press together. The glossy fluids on both smeared, Neji rocked his hips so his sex rod slid over Lee’s exposed gland, and its stream of pre-cum.

Lee hissed, “Shhhhh….tttt,” he looked down at the two bouncing cocks. His abs ached from the tension as if his cock would burst if he didn’t have more friction. He thrust forward, bumping their cocks together more, which tightened his testicles and stretched his cock to its limit.

“Feels good, but that is only part way,” Neji leaned in closer breathing over Lee’s lips so the two barely touched. “I want you to take my penis in your hand and stroke me.”

The bass player tilted his head in agreement, which caused the savory mouth before him to make a final connection. Lee parted his lips, in hope of Neji’s silky tongue.

“Mnn…”

Neji obliged too easily; the kiss was not part of the therapy but dam ‘Rock Lee’ is sexy dipped in melted butter to the ‘sex assistant.’ All the bells and whistles sounded when those calloused fingers closed over his length tugging firmly.

“Aahh..Lee….” he bucked forward.

Lee sucked on Neji’s lips pushing his mouth harder into hot orifice; he didn’t notice his doctor sitting at his desk taking notes once again.

The sex therapist arched a fine red eyebrow observing the pair. The way his assistant responded, would be a first since he’s known the cold Hyuuga. Neji willingly invited the other to kiss him and for that matter touch him. The therapist leaned back thoughtfully.

Neji grasped Lee’s penis palm first spreading slippery cum down his shaft, and then fisting him jerkily. Their tongues battled dipping deeper breathing harder lips curling under the other. Neji moaned a deep flush covered his face and chest; his hip pumped forward, gripping Lee’s hard bicep digging his fingers in the olive skin.

Lee pulled back with Neji’s tongue still caught between his lips. With a final wet suck, he relinquished the pink muscle.

“Neji you’re so fucking hot,” he hissed at the assistant.

Neji bit his lip and leaned into Lee’s hard shoulder to regain his composure. Lee matched him, stroke for stroke, tightening his grasp at just the right moment while running a thumb over his slick slit.

He glared in the dark eyed man holding his dick. “You learn fast,” Neji growled.

The bass player lips curled in a sneaky grin. “Annoying ain’t it?” he said and then fisted Neji’s silky hair in his free hand, dropping his voice.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me,” he said and covered the Hyuuga’s mouth with his lips, stepping close enough for his chest to press against the other hot chest. They turned their hips aside just to have room to keep pumping.

“Nnn…” Neji murmured, devouring the other mouth. His forearm flexed tendons standing against tight skin. The Hyuuga jerked Lee harder with a wet slap. “Aww, yesss!” he leaned closer to feel more of the other cock press against his.

“AHHHH,” Lee gasped thrusting forward harder pulling the slick cock in his palm faster, mimicking his own need.

Neji was Lee’s boyhood wet dream for the better part of his teens. He made a personal vow to change, to be seen, and get Neji’s attention.

After the war, Lee lost touch with his boyhood object of lust. Now the ‘drummer wana-be’ held that lovely lick-able dick in his tight grip, diving down a pale neck, giving Neji a kiss and nip. A hot tongue licked a wide path down to the base of Neji’s neck. “Sssshhhttt..” Lee hissed.

Neji threw his head back, mouth open hips thrusting; yes still hand fucking, Lee’s hard dick faster. A silent challenge to see who would cum first, neither wanted to loose, but both couldn’t wait. Neji knew his limit was near, with Lee’s hot tongue painting his neck, and coming closer to his lips; he gasped swirling his thumb repeatedly over Lee’s cock spreading the slippery cum it, made his own dick spasm hard.

“Gods Lee!!”

“Fuck yesssssss!” Lee growled his cock erupted, white jizz shot high as his shoulder, some hit Neji’s face.

That didn’t matter to the sex assistant, he came harder right after, plastering cum on Lee’s abs, whimpering and covering his mouth over the sexy musician.

The doctor sat forward making a new note, and pulled out Neji’s file with a resolute smirk he note, both as: ‘Making significant progress.’ The red head glanced at the two still holding each other intimately close, he smiled.

“Mr. Rock,” he paused until Lee looked in his direction blinking as if surprised to see anyone else in the room.

Lee stood straighter with Neji still leaning on his shoulder, before he too stood pulling his kimono shut and took a deep breath.

“Doctor, please excuse me,” Neji said and made to leave, when Lee halted him, taking his wrist.

“I got a tour, so I’m leaving today but I hope you’ll call me so we can hook up.”

Neji glanced at the therapist, then Lee, “Please do not confuse this with an intimate occurrence between two people in a relationship.”

“Mr. Hyuuga,” the therapist tried to intervene.

Lee gaped at him, “What the fuck are you saying? You know dam well...”

“I had a job, I did it.” Neji spoke over Lee, “I’m glad you made progress. I must go.”

Lee opened his mouth to protest then fell silent, watching the person he cares for walk out again.

[TBC]