Best laid plans...: Chapter 8: It’s good to be home again...

Chapter 8: It’s good to be home again...

Special thanks to Jen for all her invaluable help with this! You’re appreciated more than you know!

Here I am at the final chapter and I still don’t own them… That Takahashi-sensei is one lucky woman, no?

They stood outside their apartment as Bankotsu fumbled with the key. Seconds later, they were both inside, kicking off their sandals and, letting the kittens out of their carrier. Nekozawa took off for the living room, Banryu in hot pursuit, while their “parents” carried their luggage up the two steps leading from the genkan into the apartment’s hallway. 

Jakotsu sighed happily. “It’s good to be home again.”

“And what’s even better is I still have a month and a half off to be here with you.”

“I’m glad you’re looking forward to physical therapy,” Bankotsu teased.

“You know what? I am in a way. Walking around on the sand was harder than I thought, and a lot more tiring too.”

“Yeah...” The cross-dresser sighed again as he limped down the hallway with Bankotsu. “At least the nookie was not only easier on my leg but it was a lot more fun too,” he said impishly.

“If I had known that, I would have stayed here,” Bankotsu teased back as they brought their bags to the bedroom.

“True... but then you’d never have seen me my in Speedo,” Jakotsu said smugly.

“You could have always modeled it for me.”

“I could have, but then it wouldn’t have been the same. Besides, you loved how I looked in it so much, you dragged me off into the surf to kiss me like that scene in that old Hollywood movie we watched with the Tanakas.”

The younger man smiled at the memory. “Yeah... that was nice.”

“Tell me about it...” The cross-dresser reached out to fondle his life-partner’s bottom. “Ban honey, since we’re heading to the bedroom...” he said saucily.

Bankotsu dropped their weekenders in the corner and hurried over to his life-partner’s waiting arms. Jakotsu held him tight, resting his cheek on the top of Bankotsu’s head as the shorter man snaked his arms around him. They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, enjoying the moment. A few minutes later, Jakotsu pulled away, and taking Bankotsu by the hand, he led him towards their bed, where they sat on the end of it. The cross-dresser reached out and gently cupped his lover’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss. It was soft and sweet, and Bankotsu thought it tasted faintly of the peppermints that Jakotsu had been eating.

Bankotsu deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past the cross-dresser’s parted lips and into his mouth. As tongue danced with tongue, hands started wandering, pulling at clothes and, caressing bare skin. It was one of the rare times when Jakotsu was dressed as a man and Bankotsu found it just as enticing as his more usual feminine attire. There was something to be said for not being able to simply run a hand up his life-partner’s thigh to caress his most intimate of areas because a pair of shorts was in the way.

Jakotsu, on the other hand, had not only unbuttoned his life-partner’s Hawaiian shirt, but he had also unbuttoned the waist band of his shorts and was busy pulling down the fly. “Ban honey...?” he murmured against the younger man’s lips.

“You need to stand up so I can get your pants off,” Jakotsu said impatiently.

“Oh...” Bankotsu kissed him long and hard, before complying.

“Let me do it...” the cross-dresser said huskily. He slid off the bed and knelt before his life partner. Jakotsu slowly eased the shorts down past Bankotsu’s hips and his growing erection, leaving his silk boxers behind. When the shorts reached Bankotsu’s ankles, the cross-dresser simply lifted his feet out of them. His boxers soon followed. As the younger man shrugged out of his shirt, the elder playfully engulfed him in his mouth, cupping his bottom.

“Jaaah... Sweet... ness...” Bankotsu moaned softly. “Stop... I want... I want to be inside you.”

Jakotsu looked up at him. With one last playful flick of his tongue, he let go and rose painfully to his feet. Ignoring the stiffness in his ankle, the cross-dresser swayed in time to the burlesque strip music in his head as he peeled his clothes off while his lover watched. It was not long before they were lying naked in each other’s arms on the bed. Jakotsu’s pale skin was in stark contrast to Bankotsu’s rich tan, despite spending the same amount of time at the beach.

Reaching past him for the lubricant, Bankotsu grinned wickedly as Jakotsu slid his hands up the length of his life-partner’s body, impishly tweaking his nipples. The younger man paused, holding himself up with one arm, the lube in his opposite hand. He closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him, feeling the warmth pooling deep within his belly. If the man kept this up, he was going to orgasm sooner than he would want to. Lowering his head, Bankotsu captured Jakotsu’s lips in a deep passionate kiss.

The cross-dresser slid his hands up and over his life-partner’s shoulders, pulling him downwards to blanket him. They lay there, kissing, savoring the physical closeness and, reaffirming their love for one another with a tender touch and a loving caress.

“Now...” Jakotsu whispered huskily and Bankotsu rolled off him and sat up.

Picking up the tube of lubricant, the younger man squirted some onto to his fingers. He rubbed his fingers and thumb together for a few minutes, so it could warm up. He slicked up his erection, carefully trying not to let any drip onto the bed. Adding some more lube to his fingers, Bankotsu warmed that up as well, before running a slippery finger over and around the cross-dresser’s tight entrance. Jakotsu moaned softly when Bankotsu pushed a finger deep inside him. He twisted and wiggled the first finger a bit, before adding another one, gentlyprobing and, stretching the receptive opening.

Jakotsu tensed slightly when Bankotsu removed his fingers. He knew what was coming and he eagerly looked forward to it. While “doggie-style” had taken a lot of pressure off his newly healed leg, the cross-dresser preferred to lie on his back, facing Bankotsu, when they made love. Unfortunately, his favorite position meant he needed to bend at his knees with his feet flat on the bed. Since it felt exceptionally good that way, Jakotsu tended to lift his hips up to met Bankotsu, and that was putting a bit of a damper on things. So the fear of re-injuring himself lent a sense of urgency to his movements. His hand strayed down to Bankotsu’s, his fingers brushing against the younger man’s wrist as he tried to help guide him in.

“My we’re an eager beaver today.” Bankotsu chuckled.

“I-” Jakotsu started to say, before Bankotsu thrust inside him and his breath hitched in his throat. “I missed nookying with you...”

“Yeah? Then what do you call what we did at the Tanakas’?”

“Nookie...” the cross-dresser said coyly as his lover started to find his rhythm. “It’s just...” he purred when Bankotsu hit a particularly sensitive spot. “... that it wasn’t... in our bed...”

“Oh...” the younger man grunted as he thrust in and out. He leaned forward, kissing the cross-dresser. The harder he thrust, the more the warmth pooled in his belly, and Bankotsu knew it would not be long before he climaxed. An attempt to slow down brought a murmur of protest from Jakotsu, who had snaked a hand between them and was stroking himself in time to Bankotsu’s thrusting.

“Ah ah ah...” the cross-dressed panted. He was also coming closer to his end, and while he would have liked it to last longer, it just felt too good to hold back any more. The tension in his belly radiated downwards into his bottom; his butt muscles clamped downintensely around the intruding column of rigid flesh, adding a touch of pain to the mind-numbing pleasure.

Closer and closer they inched towards release, their familiarity with each other helping to push each other over the edge. Bankotsu’s grunts lent a staccato beat to Jakotsu’s soft moaning. Their faces contorted in pleasure, the younger man gave a final thrust before spewing his essence inside the cross-dresser. Jakotsu followed suit a few minutes later, climaxing in a hot sticky mess that was rapidly cooling on their stomachs. Instead of separating, the cross-dresser wrapped his arms and legs around his life-partner, holding him close as they kissed.

“Thank you...” Jakotsu whispered against Bankotsu’s cheek.

“For what?” Bankotsu said, quirking his eyebrow and, shifting so that he could pull out of the cross-dresser without hurting him. He rolled over on to his back.

“For the best sex I ever had...” Jakotsu sighed contentedly.

“Yup.” The cross-dresser rolled onto his side and kissed the younger man. “But as much as I’d love to spend all day here like this...”

“We’d better clean up, hunh?”

“Yeah... and the kids need to be fed too.”

Bankotsu nodded as he started to get up out of bed.

“Ban honey...?” Jakotsu playfully tugged on his braid to get his attention.

“You know what we forgot to do...?” Jakotsu said, before taking another mouthful of his Kirin. He was sitting on the sofa with Bankotsu, drinking beer and, watching TV.

“Remember what I said that night we decided we didn’t like porn?”

“No?” The cross-dresser smiled impishly as he set his beer down on the end table.

“Okay... what?”

“I said ‘I wanted to put my ankles around my ears and have you pound me into the mattress,’” Jakotsu said sweetly.

Just like he did the first time the cross-dresser said it, Bankotsu choked, although this time it was on his Kirin rather than a glass of wine.

The cross-dresser giggled as he patted the younger man on the back.

Recovering his breath, Bankotsu said dryly, “You know, one of these days you’re going to kill me.”

“Yup...” Bankotsu put an arm around the cross-dresser, pulling him close and, kissing the top of his head.

“So should we...?” the cross-dresser said saucily.

“Should we what?” the younger man replied, pretending not know what his life-partner was talking about.

Jakotsu playfully hit him. “Ban honey!!”

“Yeeeess...?” the younger man smirked.

“Well what?” Bankotsu teased. “Seriously,” he added, “I think we should wait a bit. You’ve got a belly full of beer and if I pound you into the mattress, you’re going to get sick.”

“Yeah... So how about we wait awhile and let the Kirins settle a bit?”

“Okay.” Jakotsu smiled impishly. “What if we wait until bath time?”

Bankotsu nodded. “A lil fun in the bath sounds good to me.”

“Me too!” The cross-dresser grinned. “Then when I’m all squeaky clean...”

“I’ll put your ankles around your ears-”

“And pound me into the mattress!”

“Hell yeah!” Bankotsu finished his beer.

“So how long until bath time?” Jakotsu said huskily.

“It’s ten to nine. Why don’t we finish watching this and the show afterwards?” The younger man nuzzled his life-partner’s cheek.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Jakotsu turned his head to kiss him.

“Sounds like a date to me...” Bankotsu whispered against the cross-dresser’s lips.

“Yeah...” Jakotsu kissed him. Breaking the kiss, he said, “Uh, Ban honey?”

“Let’s be sure to ‘saunter’ this time. I don’t want either one of us ending up like I did the last time we ‘dashed.’”

Bankotsu laughed. “Good idea.”

“Why thank you,” the cross-dresser said sweetly. “You know this is going to be the longest hour of my life.” He sighed.

“Hey, I think if we could make through nearly eight weeks without nookying, then an hour won’t kill us.”

“I know...” The cross-dresser curled up next to Bankotsu as he held him close. “I’m just being silly.”

“That’s okay; it’s one of the things I love about you.”

“Yeah?” Jakotsu gave him a one armed hug.

They lapsed into a companionable silence, each one counting down the minutes until bath time. Despite the early September heat, they remained wrapped in each other’s arms, and after channel surfing a bit, they settled on Ninja Warrior. Bankotsu tilted his head and looked down at his life-partner and noted wryly that this was pretty much how their evenings had become; dinner, some TV while they waited for the food to settle, mad passionate sex, a bath and bed. He smiled when Jakotsu laughed at one the celebrities, who made a total ass of himself during one of the games. It’s definitely good to be home...