Wasuranai Kara

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The silence drifted back between Rumo and Gren. Gren had nothing to say, and Rumo didn’t try to ask him again. When they talked again, Gren was the one to speak first.

It was night, of course; the only time they had ever really said anything to each other. Gren had been laying on his bed for almost two hours. He was unable to sleep. At first, he had been thinking of Vicious (of course), but his thoughts had turned so quickly to Rumo. That had happened so much since Rumo had admitted to wanting to touch him. It was unnerving in a way, but inside, Gren felt the same. He had loved feeling Rumo’s arms around him. He wanted to let Rumo touch him…but he was afraid of everything it meant.

"Rumo?" he asked softly, not wanting to wake his cellmate if he was sleeping.

"Wow…you can talk. I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten how…" Rumo always had a smart remark, and now was no exception.

Gren didn’t answer him.

"Okay, I’m sorry. What is it?" Rumo propped himself up on one elbow and looked over at Gren.

"I…I just…ah, forget it. Goodnight."

"No, now I’m curious."

"It doesn’t matter." Fear had seeped back into Gren’s mind, making him uncertain once more.

"Sure it does. You can tell me."

Gren looked at him. The moonlight coming in through the tiny, barred window illuminated Rumo’s face. Gren could see Rumo’s beautiful blue eyes staring into his own. He wanted to melt.

"Please, Gren?"

Gren smiled slightly. "I was just wondering if your offer still stands."

"What offer would that be?" Rumo’s eyes glittered mischievously.

"To touch me."

"Well, I certainly didn’t change my mind, if that’s what you mean."

Gren laughed a little. "Good to know…"

Rumo stood up. He wasn’t wearing a shirt (neither was Gren, for that matter). He moved to Gren’s bed and sat on the edge.

"I don’t know if there’s enough room for both of us," Gren said.

"Oh, there is. We just have to squeeze."

"Nothing wrong with that," Gren smiled, and scooted over to the wall. Rumo pulled off the sheet that covered Gren and lay down next to him.

Much to his own surprise, Gren opened his arms quickly, welcoming the other man. Rumo smiled at this and slipped his arms around him just as quickly. For a little while, they just lay there, neither thinking about anything except the other’s touch. At one point, Rumo reached over and brushed Gren’s violet hair out of his eyes. Gren got a questioning look on his face.

"I want to look at you. Your hair always hides you from me," Rumo explained.

"So do my pants, but you didn’t touch them…" Gren didn’t realize he had spoken out loud until he saw the look on Rumo’s face.

"Is that an invitation, Gren?"

Gren turned red. "I…I didn’t mean to say that out loud…"

"But you did. So answer the question."

"I…I don’t know."

"Bullshit."

"No…I really don’t know. I guess……I guess I’m scared."

"Of what?"

"I told you that you remind me of Vi………of someone."

"I remember. But I’m me, not him. I’m not anything like him."

"I don’t know that. I don’t know anything about you, except…"

"Except what?" Rumo prompted. Gren was silent. "Well? Tell me."

"Except how badly I want you."

"Is that so?" Rumo whispered, "Why don’t we find out just how badly that is…"

Gren closed his eyes as Rumo slid his hand down Gren’s body. Long fingers circled around his navel before dropping to the drawstring on the pants he wore. Rumo pulled the drawstring untied, then slid his hand below the waistband, not quite as low as Gren wanted.

"Don’t tease me…" Gren pleaded, eyes opening again.

"Ah, but it’s so much fun."

"Please…" Gren said. He reached down and pushed Rumo’s hand lower, "Please don’t. Not now. Not this time…"

Rumo smiled and let his hand be pushed. He found that Gren was quite aroused already. As Rumo’s hand wrapped around Gren’s cock, he inhaled sharply.

"No one’s touched me in ages…"

"That’s just a waste…" said Rumo, his hand beginning to move slowly along the length of Gren’s erection. It was all Gren could do to keep from screaming. Rumo noticed this, but didn’t stop. "If you can keep quiet, I won’t stop at merely touching you…" he said, solicitously.

"I can be quiet."

"Good. Because if you can’t…then I won’t touch you again."

"Don’t worry."

"I wasn’t worried." Rumo moved down on the small bed. He opened Gren’s legs so he could kneel between them. Gren sat up half way, to make room. Rumo smiled. "A bit anxious?"

Gren shrugged. Rumo laughed, but not unkindly. "It’s okay…I’m just as anxious as you are." He pulled off both Gren’s pants and underwear at once.

"You weren’t kidding," Gren said, eyes widening.

"I told you I wanted to look at you."

"Just look? Damn… I was hoping you wanted more than that."

"I didn’t say that was all I wanted. If I had said that, I would be lying."

"Really………"

Instead of answering with words, Rumo ducked his head and kissed just below Gren’s navel. Gren stiffened. "Now you have to be quiet," Rumo said softly, "or I’ll stop."

Gren didn’t answer. "Good………" Rumo whispered, and started to suck on the head of Gren’s cock. Gren clenched his jaw. He wanted to scream, but no sound came. He hadn’t been lying when he said he could be quiet. He had been quiet when Vicious………but this wasn’t Vicious. Rumo was different. Thoughts of Vicious would have to wait. Gren pushed them out of his mind. It wasn’t nearly as hard as it usually was, considering the rather compromising position he was in at the moment.

Rumo continued to suck, nibbling every now and then. He could go down all the way, which was something Gren had never experienced before. He thought he would explode. Just as he neared the point of orgasm, Rumo stopped.

Gren had had his eyes closed, but they snapped open now. "But…"

"Shhhh…I’m not done with you yet. Rumo moved back up again.

Gren was breathing hard and his face was flushed. Rumo kissed him softly. Gren wasn’t going to accept only that, however, and pulled Rumo’s face back to his. The second kiss lasted a full minute. Each explored the other’s willing mouth with his tongue. Each loved every second of it.

Rumo pulled away first. "Like I said…I’m not done with you yet," he kissed along Gren’s neck, moving down to the hollow of his throat, "but you have to want more," he moved close to Gren’s ear, "Do you want more, my beautiful one?"

"You know I do…"

"I don’t know anything of the sort…"

"Well, you do now. Now you know that I want it more than you could possibly realize."

"I’m glad. You’ve done this before, right?"

"A few times."

"Good. I don’t want to hurt you too badly…you’re too beautiful for me to want to hurt."

"Rumo…"

"Hush. Be quiet again."

Gren shut his mouth, obediently. Rumo reached down and took off his own pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Gren smiled when he saw this, but said nothing. Rumo just smiled back. He seemed like he really did know when to keep his mouth shut………at least every now and then.

He let Gren lay down again, so it would be easier for them both. He reached down with his hand, intending to tease him, but Gren’s hand stopped his.

"Just take me."

"It’ll hurt more if I just do it now."

"I can handle pain…besides, it won’t be that much. I know what I’m doing."

"If you say so…"

"I say so!" Gren kissed Rumo again. Rumo positioned himself, and pushed inside of the violet-haired man lying beneath him.

He moved quickly, knowing the pain would be lessened that way. Gren stiffened, his breath catching in his throat.

"Breathe…you have to breathe…" Rumo whispered.

Gren knew from experience that Rumo was right, and forced himself to stop holding his breath. Rumo buried himself completely inside Gren’s body, causing him to stiffen again.

Rumo stopped for a minute, letting Gren adjust. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah…I’m fine," Gren said, smiling.

"Good…" Rumo said, kissing him gently. He started to move. Gren caught the rhythm of his movements quickly, and they were able to move together. They went slowly at first, then faster and harder. Rumo was sure that Gren wouldn’t be able to be quiet, but Gren surprised him.

When Rumo felt himself unable to hold back much longer, he wrapped his hand around Gren’s erection again and moved it at the same speed the rest of their bodies were moving at. Gren had been close not too long ago, and he came first. Rumo didn’t take long after that, though.

Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms for a while. Gren was nearly asleep when he felt Rumo start to move away.

"Where are you going?"

"The guards will tease us if we stay like this."

"Embarrassed?" Gren asked, annoyance touching his normally soft voice.

"No."

"Then don’t move. Fuck what they say. I sure don’t care. Unless…it’s a reputation thing?"

"No. It isn’t. Most of the guards know I like men. It’s not uncommon for cellmates to fuck each other anyway. They just like to be assholes about it."

"You don’t care too much about what they say, do you?" Gren asked, reaching up and playing with Rumo’s hair.

"Not really."

"Then stay with me. Let me hold you for a little longer."

Rumo hesitated a moment, then moved close to Gren again. He pulled the sheet up over them. "All right."

Gren kissed him. "Thank you."