Warmth

Jiroh fell onto the futon and wrapped himself around the slumbering Fuji. He snuggled into the heat and crawled beneath the blankets to press his hands against warm flesh.

Fuji would kill him if he knew that one hand slid beneath a waistband and now rested against flaccid flesh. He maneuvered his hand to rub the two sacks he knew was in his hand together as his other hand rested against a soft nipple not his own. Burying his nose into Fuji’s hair, he relished in the sheer body heat he provided.

Jiroh tucked his hops against the other’s, grinning into light brown locks as the prodigy released a groan.

He was waking up.

Not fair! Jiroh whined silently, curling around Fuji tighter and squeezing whatever flesh he could.

Blood drained out of Fuji’s slumbering face as it pooled in his lower region.

Fuji was getting hard.

It didn’t help that he was so bloody comfortable to sleep with/on. Nor did it help that Fuji tended to be bloody adorable when he wasn’t being so dangerous. Blue eyes rolled to meet him as Jiroh started to count his blessing.

Now, sleeping was dead. He felt cool hands slide beneath his pants. Meanwhile, his hands hadn’t moved.

“No,” Fuji intoned, sleep roughing up his voice. “I’m not happy to see you.”

Jiroh’s fingers lightly stroked the stiff penis they held, eliciting another groan out of Fuji as he arched against the young man.

“What a wonderful way to wake up in the afternoon.”

“Agreed.” Jiroh let go and slid his hand around Fuji’s torso.

“Let go so I can roll over.” Fuji rumbled as he rolled over and slid his hands around the usual sleeper. “Behave.”

Jiroh responded by snuggling closer. “Sleep and keep me warm.”

Blue eyes were hidden as Fuji ground his hips against Jiroh’s and went back to sleep.