RotW&AotS Issue #2

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The Shadows over Hammer Head Cove

Three

Takeru awoke at seven in the morning to blue skies dotted with white cotton clouds. He made himself a tuna sandwich, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the fridge, that he carried in a brown paper bag, picked up his skateboard and arrived at the meadow by eight thirty. He climbed the weeping willow and sat in it's branches – watching the golden grass with keen and eager eyes. He stayed there sitting - uncomfortable - hungry and thirsty after having eaten his food and finished his water by eleven. The boy thought about the day before - about Doyler – thought about arranging to find him in a day or two - maybe inviting him to the small skate park by the beach. The world was motionless. There was no movement in the meadow, the sky was free of birds and no cars travelled the road - but Takeru did not feel alone. He could not pinpoint a position but he knew that somewhere in the grass or along the treeline of the Black Forest something sat - waiting - watching - for him. At four in the afternoon he relented - climbed down the tree and skated home.

The next day he awoke at five. His alarm forcing Hinata to sit bolt upright up in his bed - to reach blindly for something - anything on his bedside table - in this case his cell phone - and launch it at Takeru. As the phone hit Takeru on the crown he sat up and looked at his brother who had fallen back asleep with his pillow over his head. In retaliation - Takeru hid his brothers cell in his pair of yesterday's used underwear and hung them from the bedroom door knob. He followed the same pattern as the day before - this time making twice as many sandwiches and taking three bottles of mineral water. Opening the front door the sky was streaked an ethereal salmon pink - the clouds appearing like dark blue bruises on its flesh. Again he headed towards the meadow - arriving a little before six thirty. Again he climbed the tree and waited. And again he felt a presence lying in wait.

That evening - as he dozed on the sofa - his feet in Hinata’s lap while his brother racked up kills online in The Lurking Terror - Takeru dreamed he sat alone - stranded on a tattered raft in an endless ocean of yellow grass. The grass swayed and rippled as if moving with currents - cresting and exploding in flurry squalls of golden pollen.

A shadow moved beneath him - large and unfavourable. Bigger than any living thing Takeru could imagine - it’s dark contour turning the grass above it gray and purple. The silhouette’s movement rocked the raft from side to side - Takeru gripped the tattered rope that held the broken pieces of wood together as pollen sprayed his face - holding on for dear life against the brutal swaying of the frail wooden vessel.

A wave from the sudden movement of the vast black shape forced the the raft on end - the bow rising high into the air - Takeru held onto the fraying rope straps as he dangled vertically above the grass.

The raft tipped as the rope snapped and Takeru was plunged underwater - sinking further and further away from breathable air. Above he could see the surface rippling with small waves - the moon and countless stars permitting just enough light to see a few feet in-font of him. He struggled for air - taking in great gulps of water - the more he struggled the further he sank until the tumbling surface of the water was as distant from him as the stars in the heavens are to the earth.

Then he saw it. Lifting. Opening wide and staring directly at him - a giant milky white eye.

“AW FUCK!” Hinata pushed Takeru’s feet from his lap waking his brother and cradled his balls. He dropped the controller to the carpet and thumped Takeru’s thigh, hard, as on screen his character was swallowed whole by some twelve-year-old kid in Utah whose character had spun a glowing dark star from his hands.

“I died man. I fucking died!” Hinata thumped his brother’s thigh once again. “Top of the leader board; twenty-eight kills, five assists, no deaths! Personal best there mother-fucker! Personal fucking best! Until you kick me in the fucking balls!”

“Shit! Sorry man.” Takeru rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands - dazed - still half asleep - and not completely aware of his surroundings.

Hinata - looking at his brother properly for the first time became concerned. Any normal act of violence between the two would have been reciprocated - then escalated and didn’t conclude until one had called ‘Uncle’ or their parents broke them apart. He put a hand to his shoulder: “Taki? You alright?”

“Yeah man. Just…” his mouth was dry - the words caught in his throat. “...just a weird dream is all.”

“You dreaming about fucking that guy from that show again?”

Takeru forced a smile that in moments warmed and became genuine: “Nah man. Dreaming about fish! Giant fucking fish!”

Hinata scrunched his nose and poked his tongue between his teeth: “Dude you’re weird.”

He stood up went to the kitchen and returned a moment later with two cans of cola - handing one to his brother. Takeru looked at the can then his brother with suspicion.

“Don’t worry I didn’t shake it.”

Takeru popped the ring pull and took a long gulp of the cola - desperate and happy to have liquid in his mouth. He finished the can and belched. “Thanks man.”

“Here.” Hinata handed Takeru the PlayStation controller. “Your turn.”

As Takeru loaded up his profile he looked to Hinata: “Sorry. About your balls.”

Hinata smiled: “Don’t worry about it. I’ll rub them better before bed.” He winked at his brother and nodded to the screen for Takeru to hit start.

That night, as Hinata readied himself for sleep, Takeru lay on his bed in his underwear - flicking through the pages of a magazine he had bought weeks ago but never read. He stopped on an article about Austin May, pop teen idol turned bad boy of electro funk, and stared at the lead photo - the headline blared: “Mad, Bad & Dangerous to Know?” In black and white the young singer was laying in an empty bath in the middle of a room - presumably naked - his privates covered by a bath tray topped with an open laptop computer and a rubber duck. The young man’s bare feet were up on either side of the porcelain - displaying his muscled legs covered in a fine down of light hairs - one hand on his obscured privates - the other in his short blonde hair - lifting his arm and displaying the thick bush of dark curls in his armpit. Austin looked out from the page - all charm and dangerous sexuality - a smile riven with devilry. Takeru immediately listed him in his top five celebrities he wanted to fuck - bumping the little known blond French actor from a Larry Clark film whose name he now couldn’t remember. He’d only begun to read the start of the article - little more than a list of the stars recent legal troubles; possession of cannabis with intent to supply in his home town in Iowa, a DUI in Hollywood - that resulted in a crash with famous plastic surgeon, a ban from travelling to the United Arab Emirates after a particularly thoughtless series of comments made at a recent performance in Dubai… But Takeru was less interested in the article than he was in the image of the naked star in the bath tub.

“What you looking at?” asked Hinata, wearing only his black boxer briefs, as he jumped on the bed beside Takeru. “Nice!” Hinata’s hand shot down and into his underwear as he looked at the same picture his brother was focused on. “The dude is fucking hot! Look at that chest man…”

Takeru admired Austin’s tight high pecs - dappled with a sprinkling of black hairs. He shifted the magazine and looked down at his brother’s hand as it slowly stroked the growing mound in his underwear - feeling his own cock plumpen at the sight.

“You wanna?” asked Hinata looking at his brother.

Takeru tossed the magazine over the side of his bed as both boys pulled off their underwear and threw them to the floor. Their naked bodies touching - shoulder to shoulder - hip to hip. Hinata threw his leg over Takeru’s - pushing his bare left foot onto his brothers. They stayed on their backs - each lazily stroking their own erect cocks. Their eyes shifting from their own stiff young members to the others.

Feeling the heat emanating from each others bodies - the closeness of their flesh as they pressed their sides together - the two sixteen-year-old boys, with legs entwined, performed for one another as each focused on his brothers pleasure. Takeru watched intently as Hinata stroked the length of his five and half inches with his left hand and played with his sizeable balls with the right - one between thumb and forefinger then the other - before then cupping both in hand and massaging them gently. Hinata bit down gently on his tongue as he pulled at the soft smooth sack - stretching it slightly between his open tan thighs and releasing his cock - allowing it to stand erect and proud.

“You like looking at my dick?” whispered Hinata as he turned into Takeru - his moist lips on the boys ear.

“Unh-huh.” was all Takeru could manage while he stroked his own. He pushed in closer to his brother - their hips practically fused at the bone. Takeru bowed his head and smelled his brothers hair - freshly washed - filling his nostrils with the scent of shampoo. He looked admiringly at his brother’s body - his firm chest topped with dime sized puffy nipples - his abs that had come a long way in the last year and when tensed or active formed a respectable four pack of muscle. Takeru’s eyes traced the light line of sparse dark hairs that ran from Hinata’s small outie navel to a bush of curls that sat a few inches above his hard cock. His pubic hair wasn’t as thick as Takeru’s but covered more surface area - allowing the boy to imagine what he would look like as he grew older.

His breathing became heavier - deeper and more pronounced as he watched his brother stroke his near identical cock - same scar just beneath the head from the semi-circumcision - same shaped red mushroom peak that seemed to be forever wet and ready to explode. He licked his lips - wondered what it would be like to taste his brother - to have that stiff young prick in his mouth - his tongue dancing over the sensitive glans… would Hinata’s pre-cum taste like his own? Sweet but insubstantial? Like sticky flavoured water? What about his cum proper? The thick white spunk that his brother seemed to be in plentiful supply of? Would that have the same taste? The same texture? So much alike in so many ways - would that be just one more thing they shared?

Hinata raised his foot along Takeru’s hairless leg - caressing the tan skin with supple toes - the top of his pale thigh grazing his brothers smooth balls giving Takeru cause to shudder.

Takeru let go of his cock and swapped from his right hand to his left - lifting his right arm and wrapping it around his brother’s shoulder. His fingers felt for the bicep on Hinata’s right arm feeling the tight ball of muscle as it flexed while he stroked his own boyhood.

Takeru shuddered at the juvenile masculinity his brother was in possession of. That he himself wielded like a weapon at times. He felt his balls draw in closer between his legs - the tingle over his taint. For a brief moment he considered what it would be like to have Hinata fuck him. To have his twin brother buried deep and bare in his willing hole. He liked fingering himself when he jerked off and although he’d never gone any further than jerking off Marco Lopez a few times last summer - that urge now - to just sit on his brother’s lap and lower himself onto that pre-cum soaked rod of Japanese-American steel was overwhelming. Takeru thought about asking Hinata to finger fuck him - to place his forefinger between his lips while Takeru sucked on it - coating it with his saliva before Hinata would slip his hand between his legs and enter his willing boy hole. He took his thumb into his mouth soaked it with spit grazed it over the head of his aching prick.

Takeru could feel himself building up - the familiar swelling sensation in his balls - the electric current that sparked and danced on the tip of his cock as he neared completion. He wound his leg further around Hinata’s - he loved being this close to his brother - feeling his body naked next to his - and began to buck his hips.

“I’m close.”

“Me too.” whispered Hinata as he watched his brother jerk himself. Takeru let go a brief moment and flexed his cock for his brother to see - the head red and wet and fit to burst.

“Come on my cock!” Hinata whispered into his brother’s ear.

“Yeah? Really?”

“Yeah. I want you to come on my cock.” Hinata’s voice was almost breathless - almost desperate.

Takeru gave a final few strokes and grunted before quickly angling his body to the right and bucking forward. He shot - one thick rope that landed on Hinata’s four pack abs and continued down into his pubic hair. A second that landed on Hinata’s hand and cock - he worked up speed continuing to jerk off for the final push. A third heavy load landed on his brother’s member and trailed onto his tightly packed balls. He panted - smiling - out of breath - ecstatic at the sight of his chowder covering his brother’s body. He rubbed the sensitive glans on Hinata’s warm smooth thigh - letting the last dribbles of his cum paint the boy’s skin.

Hinata was quick to work it all into his flesh - to use his brothers cum as lube on his stiff young prick - to rub the hot milky semen into his nuts as he pulled down hard on his scrotum. He lifted his hips and shot upwards - the explosion of cum landing on his chest and belly in creamy streams that ran in rivulets down his stomach - pooling into the creases of his torso.

The boys looked at each other and laughed breathlessly - their still hard cocks bouncing as Takeru leaned over his brother and grabbed his underwear from the floor. He wiped his hand and cock then threw the now slightly soggy boxer briefs onto Hinata’s chest.

“You could have at least given me my own pair to clean up with?”

“You getting squeamish about touching my juice now? Little late for that.” Pointed out Takeru as he motioned towards the mess on Hinata’s body.

Hinata scooped up some his and his brothers cum in his fingers and ran his thumb over it - smiling. In a flash he smeared their joint substance over Takeru’s face - leaving a sticky clear trail of spunk over his brother’s cheek and lips. Takeru leapt at his brother and the two fell from the bed - their naked bodies and still hard cocks engaged in battle as Takeru took the boys mix of cum from his own face onto his fingers and tried to put them to his brother lips.

“You’re gonna taste this you little shit!” said Takeru sitting on top of his brother - his bare ass and balls resting on his brothers chest.

Laughing Hinata was using both hands to keep Takeru’s fingers away from his mouth. “Dude don’t! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

There was a loud knock on their bedroom door. The boys scrambled to their feet before diving under the covers of their respective beds.

“You two!” It was their father. “It’s too late for hi-jinks. Do what you’re doing quietly or go to bed!”

“Sorry Dad!” They called in unison at the still closed bedroom door.

“OK. Well... Goodnight.”

“Night Dad!” The brothers called out together again.

They waited in silence staring into the room until they heard him walking back down the hall and the closing of their parents bedroom door.

“I’m gonna stick my dick your mouth when you’re asleep.” whispered Takeru giggling to himself.

“Try it and I’ll bite the fucker off!” came the reply from Hinata.

There was brief exchange of pillows being thrown from bed to bed with increasing force until both grew tired and Hinata fell asleep.

Takeru dozed for a while - never completely returning to sleep. He thought of his brothers cock and gently played with his own beneath the sheets as it grew hard again under his touch. He thought about the things that had crossed his mind while they lay side by side. Did he really want to suck his brothers dick? Would having Hinata fuck him be going too far? In that moment where it crossed his mind, he was so close to suggesting it. The thought of his brother’s cock - insatiably hard and soaked in pre-cum - the tip pressing at the tight ring of his asshole… They’d been jerking off together for as long as he could remember. Even when Hinata was dating Tony - even when Takeru himself was fooling around with Marco (before Marco began dating Jennifer Downes) - the boys would still find the time for a little brotherly bonding. He tried to cast that aside - stopped rubbing his semi-hard prick and lifted his hands above his bed covers - he tried to make his mind a blank.

But as he lay there, sleep wouldn’t find him. Instead the images of his earlier dream danced across the surface of his mind - the ocean of grass - the water filling his lungs - the eye staring through him - staring into him as if it bore witness to every past thought and deed in his sixteen years of life.

He looked at his alarm clock. The red led lights reading two ten am.

Takeru swung his legs over the side of his bed and sat there a moment watching his brothers restful breathing in the bed across the room. What are you dreaming about? he wondered. Lifting himself off of his bed he moved over to the chest of drawers and put on a pair of white boxers and a video game t-shirt he’d received as a present from Hinata on Christmas. He grabbed a clean pair of camo knee length shorts and bare foot - silently crept from his room and into the hall.

It was a little after half past three when he reached the meadow and stood beneath the weeping willow. The stars in the sky burned bright and the moon appeared just as a sliver - casting an eerie silver glow over the soft tops of the grass as it fluttered in the light breeze. It really does look like water, he thought.

He climbed the tree and found the branch that had become a sort of home to him for the last few days. There he sat and patiently stared out into the meadow that swayed gently like the surface of an ocean.

He had been sitting there a little under an hour - eyes scouring the meadow and searching the tree line of the Black Forest for movement when he saw it. A shadow at first - a slim black willow-the-wisp that emerged from a break in the trees, with disproportionately long legs that stretched forward in deliberate movements, and walked into the meadow. Takeru couldn’t make out more than it’s shape - I knew it, he thought as he held his breath and stared with fixed wide eyes. It was tall and slender - with long legs and arms that made it look like a stick figure from a Lowry painting. It walked with a long inhuman gait - never really appearing to bend at the knee - it’s arms swinging long and low - shoulders slumped forward. The light of the stars gave the figure a shimmering silver halo that only served to intensify the fact that he couldn’t see its features.

Takeru remembered to breath and suddenly let go of his breath in a loud gasp. The figure in the meadow stopped immediately and seemed to turn it’s head towards the tree. No way he heard me all the way over here, thought Takeru. He breathed quietly - in through his nose and out through his mouth - his eyes never wavering from the figure in the field.

The silhouette - deciding it hadn’t heard anything of consequence - turned back in the direction it was moving and continued to stalk through the long stemmed Feather Reed grass.

Sitting silently - Takeru watched the stick-man pace forward until it had made it to the spot in the meadow that it had wanted to reach. He felt a shiver down his spine when he realised where it had stopped. Standing in an indentation in the meadow - Takeru saw that it had paused at the grass angel he made himself a few days a go.

The figure lifted it’s head upward as if sniffing the air - short jittering motions that only served to make it appear more alien. He watched as it lowered itself down to the ground and disappeared from sight - hidden by the tall grass.

With his heart pounding in his chest and his palms sweating Takeru sat waiting for a moment - a little longer - but there was nothing. The shadow that had emerged from the forest had disappeared into the sea of grass.

Takeru slipped down from the tree and silently lifted his skateboard from the branch. Hunched forward and on bended knee - his skateboard under his arm - Takeru climbed the painted railing and burrowed into the tall grass. He edged forward - keeping a firm grasp of his board - moving as slowly and silently as possible - letting the blades of grass brush quietly over his body. He’d pause whenever he felt a foot had landed too loudly - would stop again if the grass around him moved with too much force.

As he neared the angel that he had created - the spot in the grass where the figure had sunk from his view - his ears caught a soft whinnying - the fluttering of grass and an occasional sharp intake of breath followed by a sudden gasp for air.

He parted the blades of grass but in the poor light couldn’t make out much. The figure was definitely still there. He could see the shadow shuddering and shaking.

Gripping his board in both hands - Takeru eased it above his head and standing - stepped forward screaming.

“Gah! Pleasch don’t hurt me!”

Takeru opened his eyes and looked down at the figure lying in the grass.

“Pleasch! Pleasch don’t hurt me!”

It’s a boy. Sort of, thought Takeru as he dropped his skateboard to his side.

Long limbed - all arms and legs - a tall and lean boy was lying in the grass. He stared up at Takeru with the biggest eyes he had ever seen - a little too big - a little too far apart. The boys nose was wide and flat and his lips long and slender. The boy was naked apart from an open pair of short blue shorts that barely covered the tops of his lean hairless thighs. Takeru’s mouth dropped wide open when he noticed for the first time - that the boy had one large hand wrapped around the biggest and hardest cock he had ever seen. At least nine inches and as thick as the boy’s wrist - it pulsed in his hand but appeared to be going soft the longer Takeru stared. The nearly naked boys skin wasn’t just pale it appeared almost translucent in the light of the stars - a faint blue shimmer that rippled over his flesh. It was then that Takeru noticed what the boy had in his other hand. It was Takeru’s yellow t-shirt. Still stained with sweat and cum.

“That’s my fucking t-shirt!” called out Takeru. “You were in my room. You’ve been following me. What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?”

With panic and surprise across the boy’s oddly proportioned features he quickly pulled up his shorts, turned his back to Takeru and tried to to get to his knees. Takeru leapt forward - he grabbed at the back of the boys shorts and pulled at them. As the boy battled to break free pushing Takeru down his body, Takeru grabbed at the boy’s large bare feet and climbed up his body as he struggled beneath Takeru’s weight.

“Pleasch. I meant no harm. Pleasch juscht let me go.”

“Fucker! Stalking, housebreaking, t-shirt stealing, pervo, fucker!” Takeru spun the boy around and threw his weight onto his torso. He raised his fists and with a force he didn’t know he possessed - punched the boy in the face - once - twice - a third time. Each hit followed with a cry and despairing plea for mercy.

Takeru stopped when the boy went limp - sobbing and weak - a trickle of blood from his burst lip ran down his chin.

“I’m schorry. Pleasch. I’m schorry.” His voice was low - his enormous eyes wet and lost - shimmering dirty puddles.

Takeru hauled himself off of the quivering boy on the ground. He looked at what he had done to his bloody face and then at his own fists - immediately he dropped to his seat on the grass and put his head in his hands. While sitting in silence - only the short panicked breaths from his victim rolled in his ears. He began to sob into his hands - appalled that he had allowed himself to get so angry and to assault someone who, if he had taken a moment to look at him - a moment to consider the situation, wasn’t a threat - someone who had turned his back and tried to flee. He felt sick as he remembered the words his father had told him: Never start a fight. Finish one if you have no other choice, if all other options are exhausted. But never start a fight.

He felt a hand reach out to him as fingers softly gripped his bare knee. Takeru looked up with wet eyes to see the boy reaching out for him - a sort of lopsided smile across his broad lips. With his other hand the boy handed Takeru his t-shirt but he wouldn’t take it.

“Why?”

“I schaw you. Here schome daysch ago. I wanted to know more about you.” The boy appeared to blush - finally some colour reaching his cheeks.

“So you broke into my house? You stole my t-shirt? You watched me…” Takeru couldn’t finish the words.

“Yesch. I am schorry. I did not mean to schcare you. I do not know... anyone. Other people I mean. Schometimesch I get thingsch wrong. I make mischtakesch. I do not alwaysch think like I schould.” The boy sat up straight and crossed his legs beneath him. “My name isch Tobiasch. Toby.” he stretched out a hand that Takeru stared at a moment before taking it in his own.

“Takeru. My name is Takeru.” The boy’s hand was much larger than his own - much larger than it should have been on the boy given his slight frame. Takeru looked at the Toby’s bare feet and stared - they had to at least be a size fourteen.

“How old are you Toby?”

“Scheventeen. I think.”

“You think? What do you mean you think? Everyone knows how old they are.”

“My mother died when I wasch born. My father isch… not around.” He looked at the palms of his hands as if he could see the reflection of his parents in them. “We don’t schelebrate birthdaysch in the boysch home. ”

“Boy’s home? Like an orphanage? Halpin Hope doesn’t have an orphanage..”

“No. Not from Halpin Hope.” Toby had to catch his breath as he said the words: “From Hammerhead Cove.”

Takeru shook his head. “I’ve lived on this island all my life and I’ve never met anyone from Hammerhead.”

“Yesch!” smiled Toby - his huge eyes lit up a little. “They don’t really travel much.”

“I don’t get it. Why didn’t you come say ‘Hi!’ if you wanted to talk to me?”

“When I firscht schaw you. You were walking acrossch the grassch. You looked cool. Like schomeone in a film. I came over but you were…”

“Ah! OK!” Takeru remembered and thought he’d asked a stupid question. He also took the compliment. “So you walked out here from Hammerhead?”

“Yesch. I walk a lot. I don’t have much elsche to do.”

The boy was being honest. Takeru looked into Toby’s strange expressive and oddly handsome face and could see something there. A boy who was, perhaps, incapable of lying. He stared into his wide black eyes and looked into them apologetically. “I’m sorry I hit you. I don’t know why I did… well… I do know why I did... but I shouldn’t have.”

Toby lifted a hand to his cut lip - it had stopped bleeding and was already showing sign of swelling up.

“Look. I’ve got to go. But if you want. Maybe in a couple of day we can hang out. Maybe I can make up for being a dick to you.”

“Yesch!” Toby honest face softened even further into a puppy dog like expression. “Yesch pleasch. I would like that. To hang out with you I mean.”

“You’re eh… not quite like other boys are you Toby?” Takeru noted with pensive smile.

“No. Not quite…” Toby lowered his head as if in thought or shame. Takeru couldn’t pinpoint which.

“But you can’t follow me around anymore.”

“I won’t!” Toby sat up on his knees smiling.

“And you can’t break into my house.”

“No! Of coursche. I schould not have done that.”

“And no more stealing stuff OK?”

Toby looked at the yellow t-shirt he still held in his hand and offered it to Takeru but the boy shook his head and waved Toby’s hand away.

“Why did you take it anyway?”

“Your eh… The schmell. I like the schmell.”

“You can keep it.” he said to the smiling Toby. “Although it’s a little weird you know?”

Takeru smiled back and stood - Toby followed suit. He was suddenly aware of the height of the boy. He must be about six-four, Takeru thought as he realised that when standing next to each other Toby was at least a head and a half taller than him. He couldn’t help but scan his eyes over the boy’s body. He doubted there was ounce of fat on that slender frame - all wiry muscle and sinew. He could make out the boys abdominal muscles and counted eight - he could see his biceps always appeared tensed when in fact - it was just the shape of his body and the lack of any fat. Takeru only stopped staring when he noticed that his cock was fattening up against the zipper or his camo shorts.

“On Friday then. Here in the meadow. At about twelve.” Takeru suddenly realised what the time was now. “In the afternoon.”

Toby’s goofy smile had an endearing quality that had Takeru warm to him further. He really is quite cute, contemplated the younger boy. In a strange way.

The boys shook hands again and parted ways - Takeru towards the road and Toby for the treeline of the Black Forest. Occasionally Toby would turn to watch the boy walk away and as he thought about talking to Takeru - about making a plan to see him and get to know him - he couldn’t help but smile. His first real friend. It made his heart sing and his stomach turn somersaults.

Takeru rolled through the quiet streets - passing and nodding to a surprised Jermaine Barton as the boy beat-boxed into his GoPro camera while he delivered the morning newspapers. Normally Takeru would have stopped and spoken to Jermaine - but it was late - or early depending on when you had last slept - and he was tired. He smiled at the boy - the sixteen year-old Jaden Smith doppelgänger - minus the young stars predilection for weirdness. Handsome, funny and a talented comic rapper it was no wonder Jermaine’s YouTube channel had three hundred and thirty thousand subscribers.

The sky was already a pale blue by the time he walked through the front door of his house and trudged quietly up the stairs. He opened his bedroom door and smiled when he noticed Hinata sitting up in bed - laptop open and hard young cock in hand.

“What are you doing up?” asked Hinata not trying to hide himself.

“I went for a walk. What are you doing up?” replied Takeru. Briefly stopping after closing the door to watch his brother masturbate.

“What does it look like? I woke up with a hard-on.”

“You’ve always got a hard-on! What are you watching?” asked Takeru sitting on the side of his bed.

“We’re 18! Super Junior 27: Tempting Generation Boy Slut!”

“Going with a little Osamu. Nice! Good to see you’re studying the classics.”

“Foundation of any good education. Best to stick to the ones where he doesn’t have that creepy little goatee.” Hinata looked over to his brother as Takeru pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it to the floor and flopped back onto his bed. “You wanna watch with me?”

But Takeru was already asleep.

To Be Continued...