Cold Fever - Chapter 2 - Part 3
The content warning is in the footnotes0.
Summer
The window remained wide open. At first, it
felt uncomfortable, but Fujishima had grown so used to the open space leading
outside that it felt unsettling without it.
Tohru refused to use air conditioning in the
room. Ever since Fujishima almost hurt his throat from the cool air at the
beginning of summer, Tohru had banned air conditioning in every room. Because
of the heat, the window was always open, whether reading a book, sleeping, or
having sex.
Recently, Fujishima had also come to notice how
unexpectedly bright the moonlight could be. Watching the moon wax and wane each
day had become interesting.
Tonight, a thin cloud covered the moon. As
Fujishima gazed outside through the window, he felt arms wrap around his waist
from behind. The anticipation of what was to come sent a wave of heat through
his body. Even after countless times of being together, just a touch from Tohru
excited him.
Tohru’s large fingers lifted Fujishima’s
T-shirt, which he wore as pajamas, revealing his nipples, which were then
lightly pinched. A breath escaped his lips. His sweatpants and underwear were
pulled down to his knees in one swift motion. Finding the half-removed clothes
cumbersome, Fujishima removed them from his ankles himself.
He stood naked in the moonlight. Tohru’s hands
caressed his shoulders and back repeatedly but didn’t touch where Fujishima
most wanted. The teasing made him restless, and he had to fight the urge to
push his hips forward. Six years ago, Tohru would have been happy to see
Fujishima being honest about his feelings. But Fujishima didn’t know how this
Tohru would react, and he wasn’t the type to ask. He didn’t want to be seen as
a shameless person, inviting Tohru to touch him.
Tohru grabbed his wrist and led him out of the
room. With his arousal, Fujishima’s steps were a little unsteady, but Tohru
didn’t seem to notice.
When Tohru took him to his room by the
entrance, Fujishima realized they might be taking pictures. Back in April,
during the school’s spring break, Tohru had turned his room into a studio. He
had thrown out the bed and bookshelves and installed another door over the
window to completely block out natural light. When disposing of the
bookshelves, Tohru had handed Fujishima the books that the Tohru from six years
ago had owned, saying, “Do what you want with them.” Fujishima had gotten rid
of them all. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to keep them, but he thought it
might be better to let them go than to consider how this Tohru would feel if he
saw those books.
The white walls were illuminated by large
lights. In the small studio inside the house, Tohru often brought in small
stones he had found by the roadside or riverside to photograph. Most of the
stones Tohru picked up were smooth and rounded, as if they had been worn down
by water over time, rather than jagged and rough. Fujishima had seen those
stone photos a few times. It was strange how the lifeless stones seemed to cry
through the photos.
Tohru positioned Fujishima in front of the
white wall. The lights were turned on, and Fujishima felt their warmth along
with the light.
“Are you going to take pictures of me?”
Adjusting the lights, Tohru replied, “Yes.”
“Like this?”
He avoided being specific, but Tohru nodded
firmly.
“Just like that.”
Tohru set up a tripod and prepared the camera.
Left standing alone in front of the wall, Fujishima suddenly felt vulnerable.
In silence, Tohru pressed the shutter a few times. Then, moving away from the
camera, he frowned slightly, looking intently at Fujishima.
“Can’t you smile?”
When asked, Fujishima tried to smile. But
standing naked and feeling far from amused, his forced smile felt stiff and
unnatural. The shutter stopped clicking, and at the same time, Fujishima
squatted down on the spot.
“What’s wrong?”
Fujishima saw Tohru’s feet approach. He shook
his head.
“Did you not like it?”
If he nodded, it might upset Tohru. So he
remained still, not moving his head.
“I didn’t think you’d dislike it so much… I’m
sorry.”
Hearing Tohru’s subdued voice, Fujishima looked
up.
“I-It’s okay. It’s just… I felt embarrassed,
being like this…”
“Was it because you were half-hard?”
Having it pointed out made Fujishima blush. But
the tension of being photographed had already caused his erection to subside.
Tohru squatted in front of him and gently touched his groin.
“I thought it was good that you were like
that.”
He lightly pinched the tip of Fujishima’s
penis.
“It means you were aroused by me.”
Tohru’s gentle manipulation quickly made
Fujishima hard again.
“And you don’t look ridiculous at all.”
Tohru whispered something softly in his ear,
but Fujishima couldn’t hear it. When he tried to ask, Tohru covered his lips
with a kiss, pressing their lower bodies together. Bathed in the bright light,
they embraced. Fujishima was pressed against the white wall as Tohru entered
him, the unfamiliar position making Fujishima gasp shallowly.
When it was over, both were covered in sweat.
While Fujishima lay on the floor in front of the wall, Tohru moved to the
camera, setting it up for a closer shot. Fujishima quietly touched his groin.
Since they hadn’t used protection, Tohru’s fluids were on the verge of leaking
out. As he started to get up to go to the bathroom, Tohru returned to his side.
He picked at the bangs stuck to Fujishima’s forehead with sweat, kissed him,
and pinched his now-sensitive nipples. Fujishima felt his strength leaving him
and twisted his body to avoid the touch.
“What? You like it when I play with you here.”
Tohru’s large thumb teased him, making
Fujishima shudder.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll… I’ll…”
His voice was barely audible.
“What’s going to come out? From here?”
Tohru gripped his flaccid penis tightly.
“Or from here?”
He pressed a finger into him from behind, and
Fujishima couldn’t hold it back anymore. The fluids Tohru had left inside began
to drip out.
“N-No…”
“It’s mine anyway. Just let it out.”
Tohru’s fingers stirred inside him, coaxing
everything out, and then smeared it on his crotch. His pubic hair became sticky
with the fluid. When Tohru touched him again, it made a wet, squelching sound.
“What a lewd noise.”
Even though it wasn’t something he had
produced, Fujishima was embarrassed and covered his face.
“But you’re enjoying it too, aren’t you? You’re
hard even with all this mess.”
His aroused penis emerged from the wet mess,
leaking pre-cum. After penetrating him from behind, Tohru slowly lifted
Fujishima’s body while still connected. The angle became shallower, making
Fujishima’s back tremble.
Tohru spread his legs wide in a position like a
child peeing, and the shutter clicked again. Surprised, Fujishima tried to
close his legs, but Tohru wouldn’t let go.
“No, stop…”
Tohru kissed him as he squirmed. While kissing,
Tohru spread Fujishima’s legs wider and slowly lifted his scrotum. With their
connection fully exposed, the shutter clicked again. It clicked several times
as Fujishima writhed, and eventually, he stopped hearing anything.
Even after the heat had passed, they continued
to embrace and kiss. Tohru’s fingers no longer did anything teasing.
“...The photos…”
Fujishima looked up at Tohru.
“You took photos…”
Tohru echoed, “I did.”
“What do you plan to do with those photos?”
“I just wanted to take pictures of you naked.”
“But…”
“I’m naked too, so it’s not embarrassing,
right? Besides, you used to let the old me take lots of photos of you.”
Reminded of the past, Fujishima had nothing
more to say.
“You looked mysterious in the moonlight.”
Tohru caressed Fujishima’s sweaty shoulder.
“Your skin looked pale and almost transparent.
That’s why I wanted to capture it. I’m not great with portraits or nudes, but I
wanted to take pictures of you. I wanted to keep them.”
Tohru hugged him tightly, and Fujishima
squinted his eyes.
“I want to take more pictures of you, of all
your expressions—angry, feeling pleasure, crying, smiling. So I can look at
them and feel reassured when you’re not around.”
Fujishima met the gaze of Tohru’s camera, which
seemed like a part of him. Earlier, it had scared him, but now it didn’t. Or at
least, it didn’t seem to.
“Can you promise not to show them to anyone?”
Fujishima looked at Tohru directly.
“Don’t show anyone the photos you took. If you
promise that… you can take them.”
They exchanged a kiss with that promise. But
even without the promise, Fujishima felt like Tohru wouldn’t show his photos to
anyone… or so he hoped.
Footnotes
0. Content warning: NSFW.
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