“I’d offer to help,” Shinji said, “but it’s the lead detective who has to speak.”
“I can’t let you appear on TV. No one would pay attention to the case anymore.”
Shinji narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“’Cause they’ll be busy drooling over you.”
Shinji huffed and pinched his nipple.
“Ouch! What? It’s true.” Teruo snickered.
Lower lip caught between his teeth, Shinji struggled to look angry and not laugh, but failed and snorted. “What about you?” he asked. “Are you drooling over me?”
“So much that you’ll soon need a boat to navigate my living room.”
“Smooth.”
“Right?” Teruo slid his hands underneath the shorts and stretched his palms over Shinji’s buttocks, squeezing greedily.
Moaning, Shinji arched back into his palms and rocked their groins together, sending a rush of heat down Teruo’s abdomen. He nuzzled his nose against Teruo’s neck, kissing underneath his ear, nipping at his lobe. Teruo moved a hand up and cupped Shinji’s cheek bringing their mouths together into a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with Shinji’s, tasting him.
Teruo wanted to tell him how good this felt, how much he craved Shinji, that he couldn’t get enough of him. But Shinji’s lips relinquished nothing as they devoured each other and Teruo held him tight, until they both had to break off for air.
Shinji looked up beyond the sofa then pushed to his feet.
“What? Come back,” Teruo said, unhappy about the sudden lack of warmth.
“Was checking the kitties.” Shinji pointed up to the wall shelves where Teruo’s cats slept. “Wanted to make sure we won’t get interrupted.” He grabbed the shorts and pushed them down his hips.
His cock sprung free, hard and throbbing, jutting forward. Desire coursed through Teruo and he quickly shucked his pajama pants, half-tangling his legs in his haste. Shinji smiled and helped pulling them off then threw them on the floor next to his shorts. His gaze fell onto Teruo’s dick, laying flushed against his belly and he licked his lips, driving Teruo crazy with anticipation.
Spreading Teruo’s thighs apart, Shinji sat in between and curled his fingers around their cocks, slowly stroking from the base to the heads, squeezing. Teruo’s head fell back on the sofa’s armrest, a long moan escaping him and his hips pushing into Shinji’s fist for more friction.
Shinji hunched forward, a hand on Teruo’s shoulder, the other stroking languidly up and down their cocks. “You like that?” he whispered.
“You know I do.”
Shinji grinned, looking pleased with himself, then he let go and shoved his hand somewhere between the sofa cushions.
“Wha—”
Before Teruo finished his sentence, Shinji’s pulled a bottle of lube and showed it off.
“You hid lube in my sofa?” Teruo’s eyes widened incredulously.
“Just in case.” Shinji shrugged, pouring some in his palm and a bit more on their erections.
Teruo winced at the sudden coldness, but quickly recovered when Shinji’s hands returned to massaging their dicks.
“Is this the only bottle you hid?”
“Nope. Be careful when you cook or you might accidentally put lube in the pan.” His beautiful lips were stretched in a wide smile, his eyes glinting with mirth.
Teruo reached up, cupping Shinji’s nape in his palm, his thumb playing with Shinji’s earlobe. His gaze drank in Shinji’s naked body, muscles taut as he ground himself against Teruo, holding their erections tight in his hands.
Shinji straightened his back, rolling his hips and quickening his movement. His brown eyes had gone dark and he stared down at Teruo’s length in a haze of lust. Pre-cum from both of them already leaked in a generous puddle on Teruo’s belly.
“Shortly after we met,” Teruo said through gasps, “I dreamed of you.”