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Welcome to the conclusion of Intimate Rivals.
This chapter features romance at M rating.
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Chapter 15: Intimate Rivals
�Marsupial.�
�A what?�
�Marsupial,� Jin repeated.
Mars-yupial? ...Mar-supial? Hwoarang tried to sound it out in his
head. Mars�? �That can�t be right,�
he muttered. The frown on his face persisted until he joined Jin�s amused
chuckling with a shake of his head. He was in bed with Jin, after he had gone
to bed with Jin, and they were discussing freaking pouch animals? It felt good
in a way he couldn�t quite put into words. �Did you like Australia?�
Jin smiled a little sadly. �I didn�t socialize that much.� He had gone
to the koala sanctuary in the beginning and held an incredibly fluffy koala in
his hands. Beyond that, there had been little to distract him from his purpose.
The pleasant memory wanted to be shared. �I held a koala once.�
Hwoarang cracked smile; he couldn�t help it. �A koala?�
�A koala,� Jin confirmed solemnly.
A koala. Jin had held one, and now they were discussing koalas, which
probably were mars-yupials, too, with his luck. Hwoarang couldn�t help smiling as
he burrowed deeper into the clean bed and let out a contented sigh.
Jin crept up closer and ran a hand lightly across Hwoarang�s back. He
received an appreciative murmur. �Hwoarang, last night, when you said that
you�ve been �studying� it, what did you mean?�
Hwoarang was
caught off guard; Jin had the ability to floor him. The man was alert, too. He
hadn�t meant to let it slip; not that the admission wasn�t true, but he figured
it would have been more stylish to keep some pieces of information to himself.
He scrambled up and finally managed, �I looked at some information sites.�
�What information
sites?� Jin was suddenly stern. �You mean porn?�
God, please, if
it only had been porn. He wouldn�t have minded admitting as much, but no, it
hadn�t been porn. �No...,� Hwoarang said and found himself garnering a flush
already. �Information sites, like, sites that have advice and all....� Yeah,
flush. Definitely. He should�ve known how to do it without the goddamn
Internet.
Jin scrutinized
him and ended in a genuine smile. Hwoarang was slightly awkward still, but Jin
skimmed fingertips on his chest. The warmth shone off him, and Hwoarang knew
they were all right.
--
They had made a mess together. In the heat of the night and the
novelty of it all, they hadn�t made much of it at first, but they had both been
sheepish enough in the morning. The morning, then, had gone to running around
naked because neither seemed willing to get dressed first and both had wanted
to look.... They had changed the sheets together, casting shy glances at each
other�s genitals. By morning meal, they had made a sport of it and continued
the nudity parade by mutual agreement thereafter. Hwoarang had thrown himself
on his stomach and Jin draped the sheets deliciously across his lap for
appearances.
--
As Hwoarang
settled back down, Jin returned to caressing his back. When no protest came,
his hand drifted lower and brushed across Hwoarang�s ass.
��Mmm....� Hwoarang settled more comfortably and
reached a hand in to fondle Jin under the covers.
Jin smiled a
little and kept touching the buttocks affectionately. The skin felt velvety to
his fingertips and palm, the muscles firm, and their feel pleasing. His hand
kept brushing the cheeks lazily on its own volition.
�Liking it?�
Hwoarang finally muttered. �With the way� HEY!� He shot up and glared at Jin,
who grinned impishly back at him. That had been invasive.
He was lying
there stark naked, in his partner�s bed, his ass up in the air, and the man
dare court. That Jin was thinking about sex, had the nerve and ability to want
any after last night�s pounding, was highly offensive, and Hwoarang told him
so.
�I am very sore.�
Jin was conciliatory... and exuded guile. �That�s why I�m thinking... �the other way.�
�No. No way!� Hwoarang
thought quickly. �You�re too big.�
Unfortunately,
Jin�s self-esteem held the blow; he grinned. �Nice try.�
Jin made no move
to remove his hand from Hwoarang�s ass; instead, he kept the fondling going,
coupled with an appealing look. Hwoarang fidgeted nervously; Jin was right to
ask for it. Of course Jin wanted to do it, too. It was fucking nice.... He didn�t
want to admit to himself that he was scared to death of it. He wasn�t ready. �I
don�t think I can. Not yet,� he admitted painfully.
Jin looked
saddened, but not mad. It showed that he would have liked another answer, but
he embraced his fate placidly. He gave a lingering pet along Hwoarang�s
buttocks and moved on to caress his back.
Hwoarang, in
turn, hesitated slightly before pulling his hand out from under the covers. He
fondled Jin through the front so that the linen bundled in his fist. �Is it
okay?�
Jin tempered his
worry with a graceful smile and a bow of his head. �It�s okay,� he said
reassuringly.
Hwoarang squeezed
his package thankfully; he could feel the upbeat mood picking up again already.
Hwoarang opened his fist and massaged Jin gently with his palm. Covert smiles
were exchanged.
�Can we at least
do this?� Jin suggested. He opened his legs into a V and patted his thighs.
Hwoarang looked
at him suspiciously.
�I�m not going to
do anything. Come on.�
Hwoarang couldn�t
shake the suspicion, but Jin waited for him invitingly. Slowly, Hwoarang picked
himself up from the bed; first on all fours, then crawled on his knees and in
his glory next to Jin. Jin, in turn, flung the sheet aside and bared himself. Hwoarang
found fitting himself between Jin�s legs a moderately sensitive task. The
position would have felt personal with their clothes on, but it was past
intimate now. Hwoarang sat in front, not quite touching Jin yet, save the
accidental brush. Jin drew him in, little by little, until his back rested
against Jin�s chest. It took getting used to, but Hwoarang finally relaxed
against Jin. �I�m not squishing anything important, am I?�
Jin grimaced. �Hold on. And don�t lie too heavily.�
Hwoarang grinned to himself. He felt Jin�s fingers against his back,
as Jin adjusted himself, but then Jin scooped him up in his arms and hugged him
against to his chest.
The instinct was to bristle, but the full-body embrace was compelling.
Being held like that was incredible. Hwoarang couldn�t forcibly relax himself,
but the patient hold persisted until he finally caved in and pressed against
Jin languidly. Jin snuggled up to him, arms around him, thigh against thigh, and
held on.
Jin began
massaging his stomach. After the subtle start, the arcs drawn on Hwoarang�s
stomach grew wider, and the sweeps reached across his chest, even taking a
plunge below the navel in promise. Hwoarang sighed and sank further into Jin.
Jin breathed into his neck. �I haven�t done this on you yet.� He scouted all
the way down until he ran a thumb all the way along Hwoarang�s length.
�No, you
haven�t,� Hwoarang agreed, and Jin grabbed his length in hand.
He manipulated it
gently before scooping a hand underneath, exploring along the shaft and sac,
holding one in his hand while teasing the other between his fingers. Jin
touched a line along Hwoarang�s face, half-nuzzling and half-kissing, until
Hwoarang turned his head and Jin reached the lips. He kissed Hwoarang lightly,
respectfully. Desiringly. And he then kissed more assertively, as Hwoarang was
keen to respond. He cuddled Hwoarang again, mindful to keep up the squeeze that
made Hwoarang hot all over. Jin moved on to full-fledged strokes, but seemed to
hesitate.
�You�re doing good.
Just squeeze it.�
Jin curled his
fist into place more firmly. Hwoarang nearly threshed against Jin, fully aware
how Jin felt his reactions just as intimately, but Jin took his reactions
without faltering, without once abandoning the gentle kisses and murmurs. The
long, snuggly strokes were driving him to the edge. Just as the climax
approached, Hwoarang covered Jin�s hand with his, and they shared in the peak.
As Hwoarang
calmed down, he came to realize that the mess situation hadn�t been solved at
all. They really needed tissues by the bed, badly. Jeesh, this was
uncomfortable. �Erm....�
Jin refused to
make a fuss. He didn�t want to move, and they made do as best as they could. Jin
moved his hand to his midriff, and the hurry to leave waned away. Hwoarang pulled
up the covers to make himself decent and keep them both a hint warmer. He
stretched out contently; Jin lazed back as much.
�Hwoarang,� Jin
said, and Hwoarang immediately knew to be alert. Jin didn�t use his name unless
it was something important.
�Yeah?�
�I have to be
here,� Jin started. �I can�t leave, with the company. I have to be here for it,
at least for a while. I wouldn�t ask you to do it if I could go myself, but I
was wondering.... Would you come here? Stay a while?�
Live here?
Jin was breathing
faster; Hwoarang felt his chest rise on an impulse, with a faint suggestion of anxiety.
�You don�t have to say anything right away, but I-I�d very much like you to
come.� Now, the nervousness had crept to Jin�s voice. He embraced Hwoarang more
securely.
Come here; make
something of it? What was holding him back? The lack of a vision of a life
after the tournament had been uncomfortable, and he had readily found ways to
keep it off his mind. Hwoarang shifted, but Jin didn�t want him to go. The
vision took form: Jin didn�t want him to go.
He felt like a
million. The words came easily as he said, �Yeah. I guess I could stay a
while.�
THE END

Concluding Notes
So concludes this
story. It is time to give my compliments to those who have taken interest in
this story. It�s been a good ride. Everyone�s been civil�thanks for that.
First and foremost thanks go to Gypsie for proofreading the entire story. I�m not oblivious to the
enormous effort that this fic alone has been for you, too, and I thank you for
having let me monopolize your time shamelessly.
Many thanks to HeartfulPeach and RogueRemy for reviewing, and thanks to all who have rated.
Please rate, review, or contact me in private (salyshade@hotmail.com)
if the story struck your fancy.

Published September 21, 2010.
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