Dreams

A/N: Written for the 5/08 Desk Jockies contest at y!gal. Prompt=dreams. Prequel to all of my other stuff, but very easily can stand alone.

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Izumo guiltily pulled his hand back out of his pants, silently cursing his acute frustration. He'd already waited so long, wanting to make absolute sure that both of his teammates were deeply asleep. How could Kotetsu still be awake after the grueling day they'd spent preparing yet again for a chuunin exam attempt?

Trying to act natural, he whispered, "What are you doing?"

Kotetsu wiggled a little closer. "I had a bad dream."

Izumo peered over him, through the dark, to see if their more ambitious teammate was stirring. Luckily, he appeared to be dead to the world, curled on his side, facing away from the older members of his genin team.

Kotetsu wrapped the arm not trapped under his own body around his friend's waist. "Seriously... It was the most terrifying dream ever. We were at the academy, only the academy looked exactly like Hayate's grandma's old house and everything smelled like cheese."

"Shhh..." Izumo pushed futilely at Kotetsu's starting-to-roam hand. "What are you doing?"

Kotetsu nestled his head into Izumo's shoulder, muffling his voice. "I'm terrified. I need comfort."

Izumo couldn't quite bring himself to shove his friend off, but he knew he had to put a final stop to this. "Look- what happened yesterday afternoon... I mean that was... It's not that I didn't... We just can't do stuff like that." Izumo closed his eyes, trying to ignore the salty-sweet smell of his best friend as well as the growing hardness swelling against his leg. Swallowing hard he tried to force back memories of the day before...lips pressing clumsily together, shifting and practicing until the awkwardness gave way to feelings that had left Izumo scrambling for home, yelling goodbyes over his shoulder as he broke into a confused run.

Kotetsu's hand strayed closer to Izumo's waistband. "Can't do stuff like what? I'm just trying to soothe my delicate nerves."

Izumo's nerves were the opposite of soothed as Kotetsu's hand slowly slid closer to his pants button. "Look- I'm not saying I don't believe you, but how exactly does trying to shove your hand down my pants soothe these delicate nerves of yours?"

Izumo and Kotetsu both froze as they heard their teammate stir slightly. Kotetsu recovered first, immediately resuming his nerve-soothing project. While his hand fumbled around, Izumo remained perfectly still and rationalized that it really would be unkind to wake up their exhausted comrade with extraneous noise.

Apparently Kotetsu had a high comfort level with extraneous noise. "My hand's chilled. I need to warm it up against the single warmest place on the human body. Survival know-how like that's what's going to make the difference between passing and failing the damned chuunin exam this time around." He successfully unbuttoned and unzipped Izumo's pants and started trying to cram his hand inside. "Hey- stop squirming."

Izumo stilled himself, grateful that Kotetsu had misinterpreted the reason for the squirming. "I don't want some freezing cold..." He broke off as Kotetsu successfully stuffed one hand down around the-warmest-place-on-the-human-body and used his other hand to gracelessly yank Izumo's pants down further.

Pleasantly surprised, Izumo reflexively commented, "Mmm....that hand isn't cold..."

As Kotetsu's warm hand nestled cozily against him, Izumo reasoned that it really wouldn't hurt for his friend to warm up a bit. Frostbite really was a serious danger out in the forest, and that dream sounded horrifically chilling. For the next few moments it didn't occur to him to be embarrassed over the growing hardness forming under Kotetsu's clumsily groping hand. Just the sound of his friend's voice was having a strange effect on Izumo's body.

"See how quickly that built-in hand warmer works? Pretty much instantaneous. Here... let me get the circulation moving in my wrist a little bit and try to distract myself from my terrible fright. All I can see when I close my eyes is Genma as a ninety-year-old clown with no teeth. That was the single worst dream I've ever had in my life. Hold me, Izumo!"

Izumo snapped back to reality a bit as he felt Kotetsu shuffle on top of him, inexpertly pressing his own velvety-soft hardness against Izumo's. He kept his eyes shut and tried to keep his voice steady. "If I were going to hold you- which I'm not- I wouldn't be holding your dick, so go ahead and put it away. When and how did you take it out, anyway?"

Kotetsu braced himself over his friend, playing around with ways to produce pleasant friction, and proudly answered, "I did it ninja-style sneaky."

Ignoring the pounding of his heart and the responsive jump his own erection made against the one now on top of it, Izumo tried to continue his speech from earlier. "Listen...what happened yesterday..."

"Shhh! Keep your voice down, Izumo. You want to wake up the overachiever?"

As Kotetsu began to find his rhythm, Izumo couldn't help thinking about how much he did not want to wake up the overachiever. That would be inexcusably rude. The poor guy had to be worn out from practicing so hard, and screaming orders and criticism at them all day. Izumo pressed his eyes closed a little bit tighter as Kotetsu's weight shifted off of him. He kept them closed as Kotetsu's wide, calloused hands guided him onto his side. The only polite thing to do was to keep perfectly silent and compliant as he felt his comfort-seeking, frightened friend shift closer, pressing their lengths together with a slightly trembling hand.

Protests swam in the depths of Izumo's mind, but before any words could work their way out of his slightly open mouth he heard that voice speaking again.

"Just lie back and relax a minute. I want to tell you about a few more dreams I've had. Maybe you'll like hearing about these a little bit better."

"Kotet..."

"Shhh ! Lower your voice! Now, where was I... Right, right. My other dreams."

Izumo sharply drew in a breath as Kotetsu once again held both of their erections together in one hand and continued speaking.

"One night I dreamed that you touched yourself. And you let me watch. My cock got so hard it woke me up."

Izumo surprised himself as much as Kotetsu when his hips jerked forward. Before he could recover enough to stammer an explanation, Kotetsu began slowly and lightly moving his hand, trying for another reaction.

"Yeah? You like hearing me talk about my cock?"

Mission Another Reaction was a success. At the word cock Izumo moaned softly and instinctively bucked his hips forward, tightly trapping Kotetsu's hand.

Coming back to the moment, Izumo opened his eyes, deliberately avoiding looking at Kotetsu or in any way acknowledging what they were doing and the effect it was having on him. He peered over Kotetsu's shoulder at their teammate who, thankfully, still slept. "We shouldn't be talking at all," he whispered, trying to back-pedal a bit.

"No? No more saying cock?"

The back-pedal idea was a failure. Izumo's eyes closed again as his hips pressed forward, seeming to be wired directly to the low murmuring of Kotetsu's voice.

"Maybe you'd find a different word less upsetting. Maybe...I don't know...How about the word...fuck?"

Even the sound of Kotetsu softly chuckling, clearly pleased with himself, couldn't stop Izumo from moaning again and using the hand not awkwardly twisted and pinned under his body to reach for Kotetsu's hip.

Kotetsu leaned close enough that Izumo could feel the warmth from his breath as he clarified, "Yeah? I can I say the word fuck?"

Kotetsu struggled to stroke them together, halting whenever he felt the resistant tug of dry skin or when his arm position became too cramped. Luckily, his mouth had no problem fluidly speaking a stream of inspired talk.

"That's going to work out pretty well, then. Now I can tell you about my other dreams. My favorite dreams. The ones where you let me fuck you."

Once again Kotetsu's hand was uncomfortably pinned between them as Izumo pushed forward, eyes closed tight but mouth slightly open as an even louder moan slipped from him.

"Oh, hell yeah... Move just like that."

Kotetsu tried to figure out the perfect amount to wiggle backwards, freeing his pinned hand yet still rubbing pleasantly against Izumo.

Izumo wouldn't open his eyes for anything, but he could imagine the look of frustration that must have been on his friend's face as he struggled to stroke them with some semblance of rhythm. He smiled in spite of himself as Kotetsu complained, "Son of a bitch. In my dreams my hand slides a lot faster, without all this damned trouble."

Izumo reflexively opened his eyes to smile comfortingly as he always did when Kotetsu's confidence and good humor began to fail him. The smile faltered a bit at the intensity of the eyes looking back at him through the darkness, reminding him of what exactly he was doing, and who he was doing it with. He quickly closed his eyes again and swallowed nervously, torn between competing urges. The since-childhood desire to soothe Kotetsu won out.

"Well, I guess it's like when you do it with just yourself. You need...it works better if...if you can make...things...a little more slippery."

"Of COURSE!"

Izumo's heart froze at the echoing volume of Kotetsu's response. No way could anyone have slept through that. The whole village must have woken up.

Even Kotetsu looked slightly concerned, and glanced back over his shoulder to ensure their sleeping teammate hadn't reacted. Satisfied, he got back to the task at hand. "Good thinking, Izumo. Let's see some more of that kind of team work. I'll keep holding our dicks while you climb up on top of me, then reach over and grab that girlie fuck's lotion out of his pack. About time Junior Super Ninja made himself useful for something other than bossing us around."

Izumo's pulse raced as he, for reasons unknown to him, did exactly what Kotetsu said. Carefully avoiding looking at Kotetsu's face, he slowly and clumsily rolled on top of his friend, reaching and fumbling around for Junior Super Ninja's pack. He ended up dumping the whole thing out in desperately embarrassed frustration before clutching the sought-for prize and rolling back down to lie on his side, facing Kotetsu. He tried to slow his heartbeat by thinking about Kotetsu's skillful achievement, meeting his goal of holding onto both of their dicks through the entire lotion hunt, but that thought actually made Izumo's heart rate speed up a bit.

He snapped his eyes shut again as Kotetsu sat up just enough to snatch the lotion and prepare to dispense it.

"Excellent supply retrieval, Izumo! Here we... AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahh!"

Izumo's cry of surprise was only slightly quieter than Kotetsu's as a ridiculous amount of chilled lotion squirted onto both of them. His eyes flew open with the shock, and the sight of their slimed up erections made him shake with barely contained laughter. He couldn't bear checking to see if their teammate had magically slept through all of this, so he switched from plan A (Don't Wake Him Up) to plan B (That Guy Doesn't Exist).

There seemed no way out of this surreal situation except to move forward, so Izumo struggled to speak through his laughter. "Dude, haven't you ever jacked yourself before? You don't need that much!" Still carefully avoiding eye contact, he grabbed the messy lotion bottle back from Kotetsu.

"Are you blind? You see the size of this thing? Here...give it back. I need more lotion to make sure this whole monster's fully lubricated..."

Izumo couldn't hold back his laughter as he protested, "Stop, stop..." and struggled to keep the lotion out of reach, enjoying the way their friction warmed the lotion between them and brought them both to their former state of attention. Finally, he threw the container back towards their teammates pack.

Kotetsu stopped struggling and peered through the darkness at where the lotion had landed, inches from the hopefully-still-sleeping teammate. "Now that's subtlety at its best. Nothing says 'We peacefully slept very far apart, all night long' like a greased up bottle of lotion tossed on top of a rummaged through pack."

Izumo immediately stopped laughing and wished Kotetsu had been clued in on the That Guy Doesn't Exist plan. Time to close the eyes again and move on to plan C: That Guy Doesn't Exist Except to Provide Us With Lotion.

Although... if super achiever had woken up, and he had heard what was going on...if he knew what they were doing that very minute...maybe even seen a little bit...

Kotetsu immediately caught on to Izumo's shift in mood and settled back down on his side, facing his friend and getting back to business.

"You're right. I did end up with a little extra. Hope you don't mind if I put some here...and a little bit here. Mmm...here's a spot that could really use some intensive dry-skin moisture repair." After giving Izumo some much-appreciated skin care attention, he started wiping some excess lotion onto the grass. "My dreams aren't this fucking messy. What the hell..."

Izumo couldn't decide between laughing and moaning and ended up somehow mingling the two. He decisively switched to moaning as Kotetsu finished rubbing the lotion over them, moving lower over Izumo's balls for just a few moments, then slowly began sliding one finger further back. Izumo wasn't sure if Kotetsu got distracted by the resulting moan, lost his nerve, or a little both. He also wasn't sure if he was more relieved or disappointed as the finger retreated and Kotetsu returned his whole hand to firmly grip them again, now that the excess lotion had been distributed.

The trace of disappointment quickly changed to arousal as Kotetsu became more proficient at his new hobby.

"Oh, fffuuuuck yeah... Feel those cocks slide. You feel that? I see you do. While I do this maybe I should tell you about some of my favorite dreams."

Izumo shivered, circling his hips forward as Kotetsu began a slow, easy stroke to match his voice.

"Maybe if I keep my voice real low, I can tell you the dreams I've had ever since I saw you get hard for me in the springs- And don't be embarrassed! "

Unable to comfortably free either of his hands, Kotetsu leaned forward to slowly press soft kisses against the calloused hand now covering Izumo's face, not stopping until Izumo shifted the hand down, eyes still closed. "Hell, don't you know how much I loved that? How hot it made me to see what looking at my naked body did to you? Every night for the next two weeks I woke up a mess after dreaming about you. At first I just dreamed about you jacking that hard-for-me cock while you looked right at me. A few nights later I started dreaming that you let me get on my knees and take you in my mouth. Then, one night I finally dreamed that you got on your hands and knees and reached back, spreading yourself for me as I pushed my hard cock inside of you..."

Izumo closed his own free hand over Kotetsu's, urging him to stroke faster as he cried out in as much pleasure from the words and imagery as from the touch.

"Ahhhh....Ffffuuuck you're so hot when you do that...Just watching you'd be enough to make me come. I swear, that shit never gets old. Let's just test this out a little..." Kotetsu sped up a bit more, ignoring the cramping in his arm to keep up with Izumo's urging-for-speed.

Leaning forward, Kotetsu experimentally whispered, "Cock."

Delighted with his friend's tightened grip, helpful hand-over-hand stroking, and the face that Izumo made as he moaned in pleasure Kotetsu tried again, this time just whispering, "Fuck."

Izumo's reaction spurred a matching elevation in arousal for Kotetsu. Both of them were breathing in ragged gasps as Kotetsu managed to say, "Mhn...getting close..."

Izumo tried to ride out the wave of pleasure washing over him, but the part of his mind he'd been ignoring screamed to be heard. With tremendous effort he pulled his own hand away, pushed Kotetsu's away, and flipped on to his back. Panting and miserable, erection twitching forward in the dark night with almost painful need, he forced himself to say, "Stop. I can't. We can't."

He was glad he couldn't see Kotetsu's face as he incredulously asked, "What? Why the fuck not?"

It was a bad surprise for Izumo to learn that his body no longer cared what context Kotetsu said, "fuck" in, but automatically reacted with a fresh surge of pleasure. He covered his face again, needing to mask his flushed distress. "It's just...I just..."

"What?"

The unfamiliarly tender tone of Kotetsu's voice startled Izumo into speaking, shutting his eyes so tightly that stars began to swim in his vision.

"I've had dreams like the ones you're talking about." Humiliated to have confessed even that much, he haltingly continued. "But one time, in one of the dreams...well, it was more of a nightmare." He took a deep breath, pausing to see if Kotetsu would mock him. After a few beats of silence he continued, "In the nightmare, after we...after the good part..." He paused again, miserably embarrassed.

"Yeah?" This time Kotetsu's tender voice was accompanied by a gentle stroking just along Izumo's jawline.

Disarmed and needing to end his intense emotional discomfort, Izumo spilled the ending of his nightmare. "You looked at me with this look... I can't even describe it. You looked at me with disgust, and regret, and hate. I'll never forget that look, and I don't want to see it again. Ever."

"Izumo. Look at me..."

Unable to comply with that request, Izumo kept his face covered as Kotetsu once again guided him onto his side.

"Look at me."

Izumo forced himself to lower his hand, but kept his eyes closed as he felt his cock match up perfectly against Kotetsu's moments before his friend resumed his earlier stroking, this time with practiced ease.

"Izumo...please..."

Reluctantly Izumo opened his eyes, keeping his gaze cast down. That may have been a mistake since the sight of Kotetsu's hand stroking them together left Izumo desperate for more contact, harder friction, and faster stroking. His hand flew down to once again cover Kotetsu's hand, and he unthinkingly looked up.

What Izumo saw gently etched across Kotetsu's face erased all of his fears and doubts. They held eye contact, seeing mirrored amazement, awe, affection and arousal in the other's expression as they experienced this latest in a long line of "firsts" together. This time when Izumo closed his eyes he did it reluctantly, unable to keep them open as his orgasm coiled quickly through his body and triggered an answering release from Kotetsu moments later.

They stayed pressed together, foreheads touching lightly and wet heat cooling between them until they had caught their breath.

A new fear began growing in Izumo's mind, making his heart pound with anxiety. As amazing as that had been, he was terrified over what Kotetsu would say next. He wasn't ready to have a conversation about feelings, or what this meant, or anything at all like that. He scrambled to come up with a neutral topics to deflect a discussion, then tensed as he realized it was too late. Kotetsu was already starting to speak.

"My arm is cramped like a mother-fuck. Holy hell, how do man-loving shinobi pull this shit off?"

Izumo laughed quietly and relaxed, watching his friend sit up and began madly shaking out the arm he had been stroking them with. He couldn't help laughing a little louder when Kotetsu grabbed a pair of boxers from their teammate's scattered gear to wipe himself off with.

As Izumo gratefully accepted the borrowed boxers to clean himself up, he vowed to wash and return them as quickly and discretely as possible. After straightening out his own clothing, he stuffed the soiled boxers into his own pack, then pulled the pack over to use as a pillow for the little sleep he might be able to catch.

Kotetsu settled himself in a similar manner, softly calling out, "Goodnight, Izumo."

Izumo turned to him and smiled. "Night, Kotetsu."

Before he had time to turn away he heard the highly agitated voice of their teammate who, in true ninja-style, still hadn't moved an inch. "Goodnight you lazy, loud, perverted, shit-stealing fucks."

Izumo fought off his humiliation a plan that ended up serving him well many times afterwards: Enjoy the Fact that Someone Heard and Possibly Saw Me.

He smiled as Kotetsu cheerfully answered, "Goodnight, lotion boy. Sweet dreams."