The following fanfic is based on the film "Border Case" by the Department of Film Art of the Taideteollinen Korkeakoulu, and by Finland's YLE TV2 Document Project. Characters were ripped from various sources. This fic has nothing to do with everything. Like Malice's fic amongst other things.
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The boys headed for the showers, Touma carrying the basketball. "Next week I'll wash the floor with you", Seiji promised, still sulking with defeat.
"I'd like to see that", Touma replied cheerfully, bouncing the ball on his hands.
The dressing room and the showers were crowded, so Touma had to move a little further away to find a seat for himself, where he got rid of his clothes and headed for the showers, Seiji soon following him. After a half-hearted shower they went back to the other side and started putting their clothes on.
"Wash the floor with you next time.." Seiji thought in the privacy of his mind as he pulled his jeans on and buttoned them, turning his head to see Touma. His trail of thought was abruptly stopped by the sight of Touma's ass. It was a little bony, but it didn't have the stupid tanline above it. It was actually quite a good-looking ass.
After a moment Seiji became aware of the older, moustached man next to him looking at him oddly. The blonde averted his gaze from the riveting sight of Touma's rear and slid a gaze at the man, who hastily looked away. Seiji concentrated on putting the rest of his clothes on, deducing that perhaps the men's locker room isn't the best place to start admiring your friend's backside.
"Touma? Where do we meet Akiko?" Seiji's girlfriend, Sata, was out of country, thus he was spending the evening with Touma and his girlfriend.
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The sun is shining, was written on the large parasol that was precariously balanced on Touma's left shoulder. His right one and Seiji's left one were reserved by Akiko, who was slightly drunk, and had demanded to get a ride on the two boys' shoulders.
"Sun is shining.. the weather is sweet, yeah... makes ya wanna move yer dancin' feet..." she sang and laughed. They traipsed across a pine forest, heading for Seiji's house, which was empty. The gate was soon opened and the youngsters inside.
Touma watched Akiko hobble inside, and loitered a bit, casting a glance towards Seiji. "Oi", he called softly. "Sata's out, right?"
"Still in Sydney. She's coming next week."
"Great", Touma grinned and dashed after Akiko.
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The blonde guy looked out through the window, less interested of Touma and Akiko's mating rituals, which consisted of her drinking lots of red wine and dancing like a devil across the ascetic livingroom. Seiji turned his head back the two of them and tilted his face, watching Touma move.
The blue-topped boy and his darkhaired girlfriend moved across the floor, laughing and dancing to the antique tune that wafted from the radio. Well, nothing more could have been expected from an oldies station at four in the morning. After a drunken misstep Akiko took, the dancers toppled on the floor, snickering to the annoyance of one tired Seiji on the couch.
Touma rubbed against Akiko in a suggestive way, smiling lopsidedly. "Ever been on a kingsize futon?" he asked a little breathlessly. "Seiji here has one."
She giggled a little, then took a deep breath. "Anou.. I have to go to the bathroom first."
"Okay", Touma got up, pulling her along and releasing her to go to the toilet. After she had disappeared, Touma started ripping his shirt off. "Oi, Seiji, get your clothes off and let's go. We can surprise her when she comes." He was well past unzipping his pants.
The blonde snorted. "She doesn't want the both of us."
"Oh, come on.."
"A threesome? No, I couldn't.. no." Seiji got up and headed for the fishtank in the corner of the room, starting to feed the goldfish inside. Touma followed, almost rubbing against the blonde's shoulder.
"She's hot and burning, I'll need backup. Come along, Seiji", the bluehair half-whispered with a soft slur.
"No, Touma", Seiji said in a low voice, annoyed a little.
"Alright, you wanna stay here feeding your fish then you stay here", Touma shrugged, retreating. Seiji looked at the bluehair go and fed his fish.
In Seiji's bedroom Touma took his shirt off, then looked around before putting all the lights off and hopping into the bed and under the covers. He lay on the futon, staring at the ceiling, waiting. Finally the door opened and closed in the twilight, her body slipped under the covers from the end of the bed, hovering over Touma's body as she came up and closer, the linen covering her all the way.
Electric signals whirred through the bluehair's body, and he shifted. "You wouldn't mind suckling my toes, would you?" The body above him stopped abruptly, seemed to consider, then bent back down. Touma could feel her take a toe of his into her mouth and suckle it gently.
"You're lovely", Touma sighed. "Could you.. with your hand.. a little bit higher?"
He felt a hand come over his sex, petting it gently. "Oh, like this?"
Touma jerked like he'd been burned and tore the covers off his and her body. Only, there was no her. Seiji smiled at him sweetly. Touma felt a slight blush creep on his cheeks as he made some distance between himself and the blonde. "I knew it was you."
"Yes, I'm sure you did..." Seiji snorted and sat up.
"I'm gonna get you for this", Touma mumbled, all flustered.
The blonde couldn't help but flash another amused smile. Touma got up from the futon and headed out for the bathroom, to see what was keeping Akiko. Seiji followed soon after.
She was sitting on the floor on her knees, vomiting and half crying when they got there. Touma, wrapped in a snug cover from Seiji's bed, tried to offer her a glass of water, but she only shook her head, dismissing him. Touma frowned, thrust the glass to Seiji and got out angrily. Seiji glanced down at Akiko, who looked up at him her face miserable. The blonde emptied the glass of water down the sink, coming to think of something. There was a packet of condoms on the shelf above the sink. He took two of them and headed after Touma.
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"You can't be serious", Touma looked at Seiji, his face a perfect blend of incredulity and horror. "Are you?" Seiji flashed an odd glance at Touma as he laid his hand on the blue-haired boy's thigh and sex, massaging both firmly. Touma jumped off the bed and out of Seiji's reach. He looked around frantically, trying to come up with some distraction. He found none, standing in the middle of the floor clad only in his dark blue boxers.
"Which one of us would be the bottom?" he asked then, carefully, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Well, you."
The bluehair shook his head a little. Seiji couldn't expect him to.. "No, you."
"How big are you?"
Touma's blue eyes darted to look at the blonde. "Average. ..How about you?"
"..average." Seiji started taking his pants off. "We'll see which one of us is bigger."
Biting his teeth together, Touma yanked his boxers down, then spied a glance towards the blonde's unfastened pants. For a few surreal moments the two boys stood there measuring each other's length. Then their eyes locked. Seiji smirked.
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The blonde opened a door of one of the closets, looking for a bag from inside. He opened the black plastic bag and took out a bottle of substance. Seiji took some of it over his finger and examined it carefully, smearing it across his thumb, then smelling at its scent. It would do.
He nearly ran back to his room, where Touma was still waiting, already lying on the bed in a submissive way, on his stomach. A sort of a soft smile swept over Seiji's face. He moved slowly, coming down to rest over Touma. Seiji kissed Touma's lower spine, then moved up, kissing the blue-haired boy's back all the way, loving the feel of him below himself.
The bluehair made a small sound when Seiji rubbed his arousal against his rear. "..oh.. damn, I can feel you.." Touma whispered, his words half smothered into the pillow. Seiji pressed a lingering kiss on the nape of Touma's neck, then moved down a little, running his hands over Touma's back and down to his ass, taking hold of the boxers that still remained, starting to tug them down.
He got as far as revealing the bluehair's nice, bony backside, before Touma's hand darted to pull them back up. "Stop it", Touma commanded quietly.
"Touma", Seiji shook his head slightly, reaching for the other condom nearby, which would not open at the first try. Seiji took the edge of the packet into his mouth and tore the corner of the plastic open with his teeth.
"You aren't supposed to bite those open", Touma, who had observed his method of opening the package, said.
The blonde flashed him a halfsmirk, taking the condom out. "Do you want to put this on?"
"Not really", Touma tried to escape from the bed.
"Touma!" Seiji tackled the blue-haired boy on the spot, whose drunken brain gave up and he started laughing as he tried to break free. Not very seriously, though, and especially not very succesfully. They were lying over and under each other, limbs sticking this way and that, Seiji trying to steal a kiss from Touma.
"Anou.. I think I'm going home."
The boys' turned their gazes abruptly towards the door. Akiko seemed a little embarrassed. She looked down at the floor and with the air of hangover about herself. "Sorry. See you, guys."
Touma looked at Seiji. Seiji looked back, then the bluehair ran out of the room, after Akiko.
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Next week Friday was a long way away, but when it finally dawned, Touma found himself extremely nervous. Last Friday had gotten slightly out of hand, but he didn't have the heart to call Seiji and call off their every-friday one-on-one basketball session. The blonde was his best friend, and he hoped whatever they had done on that alcohol-blurred night back then wouldn't matter. He bounced the ball restlessly, waiting for Seiji to appear, and when he did all he got out was a tight smile for the blonde's customary spandex.
The blonde knelt down and tied his the laces of his shoes. Touma waited patiently by his side, until he raised his head and stood up.
"Hi", the bluehair said, striving for casualness.
"Hi."
"You start", Touma said after a while, and threw the ball to Seiji's direction before crouching into a ready-pose.
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"Oh, come on, that was out!"
"That was at least twenty cents inside!"
"Hey, I do have eyes, ya know."
"Damn gay..."
"What?!"
"Nothing!"
"Oh yeah? Crap.. uh.. owtch.. my ankle.."
And they played ball.
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