This story was partly written with the explicit intent not to have anal sex and still be hot and sexy. You tell me if I was successful. It was written for Thandi (Who wrote Four-steps plan)
Disclaimer #1: This story involves sex between males. If this content is illegal for you to read in your jurisdiction (or simply unbearable to you), then you are strongly advised not to continue reading.
Disclaimer #2: Jou Kido, Iori Hida, Armadimon and Digimon are property of many power ful companies. All I can hope is that they don't decide they officialy do not like this stuff.
Jou loosened his tie while he waited for the door to open. He gave a slight sigh at the thought of what it might look like inside. With Iori settling into his own apartment, he had needed crash courses in cooking. Even though he had all the basics down, he still insisted to help as often as possible when food was involved.
Jou smiled in pride. But bread? No surprise Iori had called for help. That was more than he could chew. Of course, Mimi and Miyako just couldn't resist when he requested to do it. Jou shook his head slightly. He could have done it himself, but he just didn't have the time. Or even the equipment, he added mentally with a sweatdrop. He still needed to borrow his neighbor's oven if he needed to do as much as heat up a pizza.
The one problem with bread is that it must be eaten quickly after it is made, so it was not at all surprising that Iori would be on the verge of panic. After all, Daisuke's birthday party was tomorrow.
After what seemed like an eternity, a disheveled and flour-covered Iori opened the door. With a quick smile, he grabbed his mentor's collar and dragged him in. Jou gulped. He had more than a passing interest in the younger man, and had signified so before, but Iori had implied he couldn't afford a relationship at the time. To Jou, it just seemed to make everything slightly more awkward than it should be.
"It seemed easy, but ever since I've started this, things have been going from bad to worse, and I'm starting to run out of flour and sourdough..." Iori explained.
Jou looked around the kitchen, which looked like a disaster zone. The pair probably had thought Armadimon's Scratch Beat would make a great way to knead the dough, if the splatters were any indication. He heard a soft moan from the other side of the couch and shot Iori an inquisitive look.
"He's been testing the results... He's quite full by now," Iori explained.
Mental note: Make sure there is soda left after this is over, Jou thought.
He approached a bowl and dipped a finger the cool, whitish goo inside.
"Is this your sourdough?" he asked.
"Yes."
Jou took the plastic bowl.
"This," he said, walking to the trash can, "is useless."
The bowl was ceremoniously dropped inside, and Jou turned toward the distressed Iori.
"You left it to ferment in the fridge right?"
"Ah yes... I though if it fermented longer, it would be okay. There are lots of flies around this time of the year," he said with embarrassment.
"No it doesn't. It has to be left at a temperature near 30 °C," Jou explained. "You basically made acidic cookies."
"What are we going to do now? We don't have time to raise the bread properly!" A pause. "And how do you know so much about bread making anyway?"
Jou was already busy clearing off the counter for space. He dusted his sleeves with a smile, many good memories coming to him.
"My uncle has a bakery. We used to visit him on a regular basis," Jou answered. "Now I'm going to tell you a secret. Most bread are made with sourdough, and require time to rise, so the yeasts can produce gas. However, if you can produce the gas with a different process, you get a bread that you can make in less than an hour..."
Iori's lips rounded into a "oh" of understanding.
"so we will make Irish soda bread," Jou continued.
Iori turned around and fumbled around to hand him baking soda. The elder chosen quickly looked around and checked the items with his mental list of ingredients. Then he slapped his forehead. Why didn't he remember that?
"You don't happen to have buttermilk, do you?" he sighed desperately.
"Actually, I do."
Jou stared at him. Iori smiled sheepishly.
"It's for a sauce recipe my mother gave me. It's quite amazing. I'll make sure to invite you at some point."
Jou smiled back and stepped aside to let Iori do the mixing. He was always amazed at the way Iori seemed to be at ease as he moved through the world. No hitting his head on doors, walking into walls, kicking into furniture. All the opposite of himself, which made it a real wonder Jou had managed to become a medicine intern at all, Mimi would comment. Unfortunately, though, Iori couldn't knead dough to save his life. Jou moved behind him and took the hands in his own, as he used to do when they were still fighting the Digimon Kaiser. Iori seemed startled at first, but did nothing to fight the movement Jou's arms imposed on his. At first, the doctor's reflex was to back away in surprise.
Such warmth. Real solar hands.
He smiled lightly. Iori certainly didn't watch Yakitate Japan!!. That would have been great tasting bread if he could have made it properly. But Jou didn't doubt this would do just fine. Iori suggested adding some chocolate chips (his original plan) to the mix. Although Jou scoffed at the idea, it was Daisuke's birthday, and the young man would definitely love it, so he nodded.
Such hands... Jou couldn't help but wonder how they would feel somewhere else than where they are. He fought the hardening of his member the best he could. Than there was a hand with chocolate smears in his field of vision. The dough was almost ready, and Iori busy licking his other hand clean. Jou started sucking on the index before he noticed there was actually no chocolate on it, making Iori look at him with a look that implied he was more intrigued than annoyed. Encouraged, Jou started actually licking.
And then Iori was well into his personal space; uneasy, suddenly clumsy and oh so warm hands feeling at his body. Along the way, several buttons came undone and those hands were all over his chest. Jou's finger found their way under Iori's T-shirt, causing the young man's breath to quicken. He could feel an erection more advanced than his own press through Iori's light lounging pants. Then lips were on his and Jou forgot about the world, about Daisuke, about the digimon practically in the same room, about the bread. He just wanted to keep sucking at those folds of flesh for all of eternity, even though they vanished away too quickly. But then, all of eternity would still have been way too short.
"Wait, the bread..." Iori requested in a pant, then nodded toward the couch. "And Armadimon..."
Just to contradict him, Armadimon snored loudly. Iori shook his head and separated the dough into balls while Jou prepared the oven. The future loaves slid in and left the two confused humans facing each others. Jou tried to clear up his mind.
"I... uh...think I'll be...err... going..." he mumbled.
He began to turn around, but Iori grabbed at his wrist. The heat immediately rekindled the flush to Jou's face. He looked behind in Iori's eyes.
"Please... stay?" the younger man hesitantly asked.
He hadn't needed to bother, Jou thought. His eyes told more than he could ever ask for. The want, the desire, the feelings, the self-doubt, the hesitation, the unbridled emotions he couldn't control. And more than anything, they said "Don't leave me now."
Jou wanted to keep looking— No, he corrected himself, falling—into them forever. He wanted to feel those hands on his skin again. He wanted him; all of him; and that thought surprised him for a few seconds until a gentle pull at his fingers, the ghost of a request, awakened him. Feet shuffled and hands fumbled more and more; groans raised in volume as they made their way toward the bedroom. Iori backed inside with Jou in close pursuit, tripped over a discarded book and fell over on the mattress, bringing Jou down with him. The medicine student looked at his younger friend.
"Are you okay?"
Hungry lips demanding his attention were all he got for an answer.
"I couldn't be more okay," Iori panted.
As limbs intertwined and more skin was slowly revealed, Jou knew there was no coming back. The heat of Iori's skin against him told him so. He looked down and found that despite his impressions, they were actually both down to their underwear. Underwear that left very little to the imagination, actually. He felt a blush coming to his face but Iori's arm wrapped around his back, another hand clasped over his backside to better pull him forward, and his thought were thrown into disarray again when their member stroked each others through layers of stretched fabric. It was more than a bit late to feel modest.
Iori arched and began rubbing himself again the older man more and more urgently, prompting Jou to put his hands where his thoughts were. He slipped a hand inside Iori's burgundy briefs and lightly brushed against the steamy flesh. Iori gave a gasp and cuddled closer against Jou while the latter's fingers began to drag his underwear down with what seemed like terrible, agonizing slowness. Iori lifted his lower members off the mattress to make the job easier, and his lover rewarded him by lightly massaging his ballsack. He delicately wrapped his other hand around the hot, thoroughly erect, wet and dripping member and gave it a few slow strokes, to which Iori answered with quickening breaths. Jou approached his face to the crotch; the masculine smells hit him full force and made his own member throb. He looked up at Iori's pent up expression, a sudden doubt hitting him.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
Iori stared at him without seeing.
"Is that a trick question?" he gasped and edged himself forward slightly.
"Sorry," Jou chuckled.
He poked his tongue out of his mouth and let it slowly trail along the length of Iori's penis until he could curl it around the head. Iori gave several strained groans and the member suddenly erupted, sending long, ropy jets in Jou's face and hair before he reacted and wrapped his lips around the spewing member so he could drag out the orgasm. Muscles tensed all over Iori's body. Jou swallowed and gagged lightly around his penis, then released it off with a grimace. Iori gave him a sheepish grin.
"Sorry..."
"Too much meat; not enough fruits," Jou commented.
Iori gave him a disappointed look as his penis began softening.
"I'm really sorry. I... I don't know what happened," he blabbered.
"Hey, hey," the other reassured him, coming up to hug him close. "It's all right. Happens to everyone. You're not the first; and sure won't be the last."
He suddenly looked down to find Iori's finger twiddling at the flap of his own cornflower blue briefs. His lips brushed against Jou.
"Let me make it up to you?"
That wisp of breath was like a hurricane against his skin. Iori pressed his lips to his neck and Jou's thoughts were invaded by lust again. Lost battle. A lone thumb slipped under the briefs' waistband and began tugging it down below his ass, catching on his erection and making him groan in discomfort. Iori's mouth traveled lower across his neck and chest, a wet trail of licks and suckles in its wake. Meanwhile his hands thoroughly massaged his exposed, almost hairless ass cheeks. Jou smiled at the thought that Iori was far more competent at kneading flesh than dough. The young man nuzzled against the fabric-stretching hard-on for a few apparent centuries, then gently pinched the fabric between his teeth and pulled at it until it snapped off the flesh, leaving only the raised penis that wobbled slightly under the force. Jou cried out in surprise at the other's actions.
"Tease," he said.
"Hush," Iori retorted, "you know you like it."
Jou wanted to answer, but Iori's lapping at his ball and subsequent light sucking of them made that impossible. He tried to speak, to say anything, but the only thing that came out was meaningless gurgling. He realized he did not actually control his body anymore, nor did he really wanted to if he'd been able to. He was Iori's; body, mind and soul his.
Something urgent bubbled in Iori as his tongue wrapped around the smooth orbs. A want, a lust he never knew he had. The scents made his head swirls with conflicting desires as he rolled the ball from one side to the other of his mouth, persistently massaging it with his tongue. His right hand meanwhile gave the penis long, slow strokes. He felt Jou's hands began trailing feebly through his hair and smiled. He opened his mouth to let the warm and wet ballsack flop on the sheet and kissed them.
The room was filled with Jou's panting and other meaningless sounds. Iori rubbed the top of his slick head with a thumb, elicitating a new gasp and a squirt of pre that covered the finger. Switching hand, he looked mischievously at is lover.
"Now look what you've done..."
Jou looked down just in time for Iori to slip the pre-covered thumb in his mouth. Jou's lips clamped down on the nub of flesh and he licked it clean of the salty liquid. Iori pulled his hand back and kissed his stomach lightly.
"Thank you."
A teasing tongue flicked at the base of his cock. It snaked its way along the pole until a pair of lips pressed against the head. Jou arched into Iori's ministration. As the clumsy tongue went to work, a thought managed to surface in Jou's mind: Let's just hope he can keep his teeth out of the way... Said teeth ghosted across the skin and Jou forgot about everything again for a while. The following sensation was a finger pressed teasingly against his asshole, the pressure there seemed to release the one accumulated elsewhere. His member spasmed in Iori's eager mouth, and despite the unusual taste and disgusting ropy texture, the young man willed himself in place and maintained a torturous stimulation as long as the member twitched and expelled its juices, swallowing everything. He let the hot flesh pop out with a last toe-curling flick of the tongue and grimaced in turn. Jou grinned and pulled him up.
"Let me make it better," he said seductively before his mouth assaulted Iori's.
The kiss did take Iori's mind off the lingering taste in his mouth, and he responded eagerly, their tongues wrapping around each others like horny tentacles. The pair rolled on the bed, and Jou inwardly smirked at the hard again member jabbing into him. A hand cupped it lightly, making Iori moan in their kiss.
"I'm glad you're not completely spent..." Jou whispered lustily. "Because I'm not done with you just yet."
Before Iori's mind could wrap around what was happening, Jou had slipped behind him and hands were busy lightly massaging his crotch, Jou's grinding against his lower back. Iori arched, his mind plummeting out of reach completely. Jou's lips found their way to his neck and suckled on the hot, sweaty skin. He pushed Iori with his weight, forcing him forward. His lips descended down along the spine until they could make their way between the cheeks and toward the hanging ballsack. Jou turned Iori over to his back so his sloppy tongue could lavish attention on the puckered hole. Meanwhile his hand aggressively grabbed and jacked the slightly reluctant member. Iori spread his legs to make the job easier and Jou rewarded him by suddenly moving his mouth back to the engorged flesh, his lips teasing their way from the reddish top to the yellowish base. As his tongue began to wrap around the member, something sharply jabbed at Iori's anus, making him gasp loudly and grip at the sheets. It wasn't so much the pain (though it was present), as the thoroughly alien sensation of intrusion.
"Jou!" he pleaded as the finger moved back and forth.
Jou's face paled.
"Iori?...Should I..."
Iori gasped for air.
"Just... Don't move it for now?" he suggested.
Jou gave a weak smile.
"Gotcha."
The tip pressing against Iori's prostate stopped moving, but before he could give a thought to getting used to the invasion, the leech Jou had turned into was giving his cock all its attention again, and so did Iori. Something was tightly wrapped around his head with something else pushed and rubbed at hi pulled foreskin. His member was rolled around, licked, pressed, squished and all around deliciously abused. With Iori's mind careening in heavens unknown, Jou, who had not forgot about the asshole tightly clenched around his finger, began to nudge and rub at his prostate before suddenly pulling out. Iori gave a loud "Ooooh!", gripped at Jou's head, and again expelled his juice to be lapped and swallowed. The teen flopped back, drawing long breaths and basking in his afterglow as Jou nursed on his shrinking member. The other man crawled up next to him and his lips claimed Iori's.
"Thank you," Iori whispered between kisses.
"No," Jou answered. "Thank you."
Iori just smiled, then he abruptly frowned. Jou looked at him with concern.
"What's wrong?"
"Can't you smell something burning?" Iori asked.
That's when the smoke detector went off with its unbearable blaring, startling them off. They tried to get off the bed, but tangled into the covers and themselves and fell over to the floor with great fracas.
"Iori!" came Armadimon's scream from the living room.
"Oh damn," Iori cursed loudly. "The bread!"