Best laid plans...: Chapter 6: Porn night...

 

Author’s note:  This appeared in a somewhat censored version over at ff.net. It is the inspiration behind taking the related 30 AU Ban/Jak Kisses chapters and creating a whole story out of them.

Thanks go out again to Jen for inspiring this one as well as throwing suggestions my way! She also helped write the ending to it. (*just the smutty parts! ;p--Jen)

FYI: In Japan the only legal porn one can buy has the genital areas pixilated, hence Jakotsu’s comments.

It had been about a week since the cross-dresser had broken his right leg and the summer heat was making it hard to dress comfortably. Jakotsu sprawled on the sofa, his leg propped up on the coffee table. He was dressed in an old faded happi jacket and the blue satin string bikinis he wore on their honeymoon, as they were one of the few pairs of underwear he owned with a leg opening large enough to get over his cast. Bankotsu had been lounging next him, before getting up to hunt for the TV remote. As he looked around the living room, he mentally debated if he should strip down to his underwear or not. Bankotsu was afraid to start something they could not finish as they were both were missing the physical aspects of their relationship terribly. It was especially bad now that Jakotsu was simply using Tylenol for the pain instead of the heavier pain medication because he was more aware of his life-partner’s discomfiture as well as his own.

The cross-dresser sighed and leaned against Bankotsu, who had just sat down next to him on the sofa, after finding the TV remote.

“Nothing... I was just thinking about how nice it would be if we could nookie. I don’t know if I can take going without any.”

“Yeah?” Jakotsu looked up at him.

“Yup,” the younger man said as he shifted to put his arm around the cross-dresser.

“So what do you want to do? The ‘kids’ are asleep...” Jakotsu said with a glance at the two kittens balled up under the dining room table. He reached up to cup his life-partner’s cheek. They kissed.

Breaking the kiss, Bankotsu said, “Maybe we can nookie. That’s if your leg isn’t bothering you...” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Jakotsu giggled. “It’s not hurting at the moment.”

“Good!” The younger man grinned. “So how should we do this?”

“Hmmm... I don’t think doggie-style is going to work, Ban honey.”

Bankotsu laughed. “Uh... what if I stood between your legs to start? Then you could blow me, and other than me possibly leaning my full weight against your shoulders, we shouldn’t have a problem as long as I am careful not to touch your leg.”

“Okay, it’s worth a shot and if it works...” Jakotsu smiled happily.

“We’ll figure something out for you, Sweetness.” Bankotsu got up off the sofa and moved into position. Unfortunately, he was a little too short for the cross-dresser to reach him comfortably. “Ummm... How ‘bout I kneel down and take care of you instead?”

“Okay. And you know as soon as I can, I’m going to make it up to you, Ban honey.”

“I know,” Bankotsu said, moving to kneel in front of his life-partner. As he shifted to get in the right place, Bankotsu bumped Jakotsu’s broken leg.

“AAAH-YEEEEE!! Damn it, Bankotsu!! That hurts!!” he swore. The cross-dresser grimaced in pain as he rubbed his right thigh. Tears trickled out of the corners of his closed eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sweetness!! I didn’t mean to!!” Bankotsu stood up, knocking the leg again. “Sorry!!”

The cross-dresser, looking like he was going to be sick, waved him away. This time, Bankotsu was able to go without hurting him. Feeling badly, the younger man went into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with a bowl of chocolate ice cream. “Here...”

Jakotsu wiped the tears off his cheeks and slowly opened his eyes. He took the proffered bowl and said, “Thanks... I know you didn’t mean to, Ban honey, so I’m not mad. It’s just that you have no idea how much it hurts when you bump it.”

“Judging by your reaction, I think I have a pretty good idea. And here I was hoping you could come back to bed with me. I miss being with you even if it is just a quick cuddle before we go to sleep.”

“I know... I miss you too and I feel really bad about making you sleep on the futon just so you can be near me.” The cross-dresser sighed. “This is much worse than being in Kyoto. At least there, I know I’ll be having fun with you as soon as the weekend rolls around.” He ate a spoon of the ice cream, savoring the sweet taste of the chocolate as it melted on his tongue, before sliding down his throat.

Bankotsu smiled a bit. “Yeah... I look forward to it too. The only downside is I won’t be able to come back with you as often any more.”

The cross-dresser looked up at him. “Why not?”

“You forget our ‘kids’ already?”

Jakotsu laughed sheepishly. “Oh yeah...”

“So since actually doing anything is out, what do you want to? I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking forward to the next seven weeks.”

“Me too... Hmmm...” Jakotsu thought it over between spoonfuls of ice cream. Suddenly his face lit up with a bright smile. “Porn night,” he said simply.

“Porn night?” Bankotsu chuckled.

“Yeah. So what should we watch?”

“Ummm... I’ve got some good stuff. Maybe we can watch one of mine?”

Jakotsu sighed. “Do we have to? I’m sorry, Ban honey, but pixilated pussy doesn’t do a thing for me,” the cross-dresser said dryly.

The younger man arched his eyebrow. “Hmmm... I’d rather watch real guys than anime ones.”

“Then there’s one option left,” Jakotsu said cryptically.

“Naraku’s porn collection. I kept it when I threw him out.” The cross-dresser grinned. “And not only that, I had all his tapes converted to DVDs too.”

“It’s okay. He’s got some stuff you’ll love.” Jakotsu made a face. “And some stuff that appeals to me, since we’d sometimes watch together before having fun...”

“There is however, some weird shit that we both might enjoy. He has one he used to rave about called ‘Takoyaki.’ I have no idea what it’s about, so why don’t we watch it?”

“Okay, sounds good to me. So where is this stash of yours?” the younger man asked as he stood up to go look for it.

“It’s next to my anime,” Jakotsu said as Bankotsu walked over to the shelf that housed it. “You see the plain black DVD cases?”

“Got it!” Bankotsu took the DVD, opened the case and took it out, popping it into the DVD player. Grabbing the remote, he sat down on the sofa next to the cross-dresser and hit play.

“So tonight we are going to just watch... each other as well as the movie...” Jakotsu grinned wickedly at his life-partner and Bankotsu laughed.

After the opening credits, there was a scene of a typical anime babe “bouncing” along the beach as she jogged. After a while, she decided to cool off in the ocean. As she swam in the water a large green tentacle reached out and pulled on the string holding her bikini bottoms together. It wasn’t long before the babe was naked and in the clutches of the octopus, who proceeded to use his tentacles to have his way with her.

The two of them sat there, staring intently at the movie.

“This is some really weird-assed shit...” Bankotsu said. “And you two used to watch this stuff?”

Jakotsu giggled. “I’ll say it’s weird. You do know I’m going to have a laugh-fest next time we go to the aquarium,” he chuckled. “As for watching this, we never watched anything this sick.”

“All we used to watch was yaoi as he knew better than to pop in anything else. But this one,” the cross-dresser said as he pointed at the TV, “was the one he kept raving about...”

“You want to watch any more?”

“Nah... Unless you go make pop corn and we can throw it at the TV.”

Bankotsu looked at his life-partner and shook his head. “Not unless you want to pick it up afterwards.”

“Hmmm... since it can’t stay there for the next seven weeks, I guess that’s a no-go, hunh?”

“Oh look, Ban honey, he draining all her energy! Poor thing, hehehehe...”

Bankotsu laughed. “At least her boobs haven’t deflated.”

“He’s going to have to do a lot more than that to deflates those things... HAHAHAHA.” He laughed at the action on the TV. “They’re so perky; I’m surprised she hasn’t floated back up to the surface.”

“They must be heavier than they look.” Bankotsu chuckled. “Or maybe water makes them weigh more? They certainly bounce like they’re weightless on dry land.”

“Tell me about it. It makes me glad I can take my fake ones off at night... hehehehe... Now look! She’s upside down and her boobs have stayed put!”

“It must be. You do realize the next time I see Naraku, I’m going to be laughing my ass off.” The cross-dresser giggled at the thought.

“You?  What about me? At least you don’t have to see him all the time like I do.” Bankotsu laughed. “I wonder why he’s got one in her ear now. What’s so sexy about an ear?”

The cross-dresser giggled. “Who knows...?”

They looked at each other and shrugged.

“Cool! You can hear her moaning underwater!” Bankotsu grinned.

“I know! Maybe it has something to do with her boobs? They can defy gravity, so maybe they also act as sound amplifiers underwater.”

“If she farts right now, she’s going to explode.”

They leaned on each other and laughed.

“Oh, Sweetness,” Bankotsu wheezed after a few minutes. “I don’t think this is setting the mood we wanted.”

“Me either,” Jakotsu agreed. “So what can we do to set the right mood?”

“Well, first we turn this off and maybe burn it? You know, a nice romantic fire?” the younger man said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“It’s a nice thought, but it’s too hot for a fire. Oh I know!!” the cross-dresser said. “Put on some music, that one jazzy instrumental demo Cream Dream submitted was nice...”

Bankotsu thought for a few minutes. “Oh, you mean Creamy Night. Yeah, you’re right; they were pretty good,” he said as he got up and walked over to the dining room. He rummaged quickly through the pile of demo tapes and CDs on the table, before finding the right disc. He ran around their apartment, stopping here and there to gather a few of the cross-dresser’s favorite scented candles and a book of matches, much to Jakotsu’s amusement. After a quick dash into the kitchen, he returned with two glasses of white wine, keeping one, while handing the other to Jakotsu.

“I can’t wait ‘til this leg heals up,” Jakotsu moaned as he shifted around a bit. “As soon as I get this cast off, you know what I want to do?”

“What...?” Bankotsu said as he popped the CD into the player and turned it on. He sipped his wine and started to light the candles as he headed back to the sofa.

“I want to put my ankles up around my ears and have you pound me into the mattress,” the cross-dresser said sweetly, his slight smirk broadening into a grin when his life-partner choked on his wine. “But I would really love a trip to the beach.” The cross-dresser sipped his wine. “Yup... warm sand, you, and an excuse to wear my new Speedos would be wonderful.” He sighed happily and took another sip of wine, savoring the fruity taste on his tongue and, enjoying the warmth as it went down, despite the summer heat.

Bankotsu looked up from the last candle he had just lit and nodded. A grin slowly spread across his lips as he imagined Jakotsu wearing nothing more than a tiny navy blue bathing suit. “I be they look good on you too.” He sighed and walked over to the sofa, carefully sitting down next to the cross-dresser so as not to bump his leg again.

“I would model them for you, Ban honey, but it’s a long way to the bedroom and besides, it’s hard to change clothes with my cast.”

“Too bad, because I bet they accentuate my favorite bits.” Bankotsu grinned wickedly at him.

Jakotsu sipped his wine and smiled sweetly. “That’s why I got them.”

Bankotsu nodded and sipped his wine.

“So tell me, Ban honey, what exactly are your favorite bits?” the cross-dresser asked cheekily as he slowly, purposefully ran his hand down the front of his happi jacket, pulling it apart ever so slightly to expose the naked flesh underneath.

“Well ummm... they’re tasty and delicious...” the younger man said huskily.

“Oh...?” Jakotsu hummed as he began rubbing himself lightly through the thin cotton material. “How tasty...?” he purred and licked his lips.

“Very tasty...” Bankotsu said, beginning to really enjoy the “show.”

“Do you like what you see?” Jakotsu asked in a sultry whisper.

“Then show me how much you like it,” the cross-dresser said, emphasizing the point with a cupped hand.

Bankotsu pulled at his shorts. Things were getting rather tight, despite the loose fit, and he wished he had thought to change into his yukata during his mad dash around the apartment to set the mood. If things were this bad after a week, he knew he would never make it through the next seven.

“Come on, Ban honey. Don’t be bashful!” Jakotsu, feeling the wine start to hit him, giggled. “I’ve seen, felt, and tasted it all before...”

The younger man did not have to be told twice. He set his wine glass down, and leaning towards his life-partner, he reached out, cupping his hand over Jakotsu’s. Together they moved their hands up and down the length of the cross-dresser’s growing erection.

Jakotsu closed his eyes and moaned softly. The friction from the satin panties combined with the week without nookie moved him closer to release than he wanted. Swallowing, he opened his eyes and whispered huskily, “Ban honey, please... I want to see it.” He panted softly. “I want to see how you touch yourself too.”

Bankotsu nodded in reply. He stood up and carefully took off his shorts, gently easing the stiff cotton fabric over his painfully sensitive member and, letting them fall to the floor once they passed his hips. Grinning wickedly, he stripped out of his boxer briefs as well. Retaking his seat next to the cross-dresser, Bankotsu stroked himself.

Jakotsu watched in rapt attention, trying to memorize every movement. He continued to stroke himself, matching his lover’s own rhythm perfectly.

They moved in concert, imagining it was the other’s hand instead of their own until Bankotsu briefly halted. He leans towards the cross-dresser, kissing him. Jakotsu kissed him back, amazed at how intimate it felt even though neither one of them was touching the other. Bankotsu tried to deepen the kiss, his tongue playfully licking the cross-dresser’s lips. He succeeded when Jakotsu opened his mouth with a soft moan. The younger man stroked harder this time, his breath coming out in short little pants when he broke the kiss. His eyes closed, he imagined Jakotsu was stroking him, pumping him harder and, inching him closer and closer to release.

The cross-dresser wriggled out of his panties, freeing his erection from the satin confines. He sat up and pushed them down as far as he could reach. It was enough to get his good leg out of them. The bit of blue satin dangled from his cast alluringly.

Bankotsu looked over at him questioningly.

“Okay...” the younger man said huskily. Bankotsu reached out and wrapped his hand around his life-partner’s swollen member. Jakotsu, meanwhile, had taken Bankotsu’s free hand. He licked and sucked on the younger man’s fingers. When they were slick enough, Bankotsu carefully guided them into the cross-dresser’s tight entrance. What was once foreplay now became the main action as Bankotsu used his left hand and fingers on his right to push his lover over the limit.

Jakotsu lay back, wriggling, when Bankotsu stroked a particularly sensitive spot. He forget to breathe for a sinfully long second, savoring the sensations radiating throughout his belly. His breath coming back in a strangled sigh, Jakotsu moaned softly, “Ban... hon...ney...”

Bankotsu could feel his lover’s body tightening up around him, every muscle tensing before the moment of release. Jakotsu’s breathing quickened, coming out in short little pants. Reaching his limit, Jakotsu moaned softly as he orgasmed into Bankotsu’s cupped hand. He lay back, eyes closed and totally spent. The cross-dresser swallowed. A faint smile spread across his lips as he reached out to gently squeeze his lover’s thigh.

Bankotsu slowly eased his fingers out of him, careful not to hurt the cross-dresser as he did so. He let that hand rest against his thigh, licking Jakotsu’s essence off his other hand and, savoring the bitter salty taste. His hand “clean,” he stroked himself. The strong earthy smell of sex filled his nostrils as his own breathing now quickened. Having watched Jakotsu peak so hard, Bankotsu knew it would not be long ‘til he followed him.  

“Aaah…ooh...” he moaned, his face contorting with pleasure. “Ja... aahhh....” Bankotsu tensed, seconds before losing himself in his release. He came in quick hot spurts over his belly, the sticky white mess rapidly cooling and, bringing him back to his senses.

“Thank you, Ban honey,” Jakotsu said softly.

“For what?” Bankotsu said as he lay back and paused in his quick search for something to clean up with.

“For taking care of me first and letting me watch you.” He smiled, and carefully shifting his weight, Jakotsu leaned forward and kissed his life-partner’s cheek. “Why don’t you go wash up? I’ll be okay for a few and then we can cuddle.”

“Okay.” Bankotsu stood up and started to leave.

“Can you put Creamy Dreamy on again? While you’re gone I want to listen to it and think about you.”

“Will do, Sweetness.” Bankotsu walked over to the CD player and hit play. “I’ll be back in a few.”

“I’ll be here when you get back...” Jakotsu deadpanned, before giggling when his life-partner rolled his eyes.

Shaking his head in reply, Bankotsu padded back to their bedroom.

The cross-dresser sipped his wine and watched him go. When the younger man disappeared from sight, Jakotsu listened to his foot steps echoing softly down the hall. Minutes later, the sound of water running could be heard as a counter melody to the jazz coming from the CD player. The cross-dresser sighed. In his mind’s eye he could see his life-partner in the shower, cleaning himself off. When his hand strayed to his lap, the cross-dresser realized ruefully that he also needed a bath.

Just as the last song on the demo started, Bankotsu returned, wearing his favorite yukata. Its black dye had faded to charcoal, giving it a well worn look and the white kanji pattern that adorned it had mellowed to a soft grey. He carried with him a couple of towels. Carefully kneeling in front of the cross-dresser, Bankotsu wordlessly cleaned him off, Jakotsu expressing his thanks with a simple caress on his life-partner’s cheek. After carefully removing the dangling blue pair of panties from the cross-dresser’s leg, Bankotsu put on another jazz CD by Creamy Night. He gathered their discarded clothes and quickly ran to throw them in the hamper before the kittens woke up and decided to play with them.

On his return, Bankotsu sauntered over to the sofa and Jakotsu’s waiting arms. Sitting down next to him, they kissed

The cross-dresser smiled. “So who needs porn when we have each other?”

“You got me...” Bankotsu kissed him again.