Air Gear Valentines Yaoi Special: IkkixSpitfire
Chapter 1
I was leaning against the stone bleachers, finally finishing the cookie I had stolen from the pantry. I was sure Mikan was going to kill me when I came back, but right now I really didn't care.
I looked at my watch. It was 11:26 pm. Cool, he was going to show up soon.
Yea, I stay up every night so I can watch a guy skate, got a problem with it? I didn't think so.
Kuu rested in my hair, dozing.
There was a sudden flash of orange. I grinned looking up. Yes, he was here!
I usually called the man, 'The man' or 'The guy' It worked good for me. The guy was really young and he had bright neon-ish orange hair. He was white and had brown eyes. He had the thin muscular body like Kazu and I had. But most of all, he had awesome black Air Trecks with red flames on them.
The man was really high up in the air. He was doing a twirl-ish-flip that left flames in the air when he landed on a roof top. The guy grinded on a pipe, causing fire sparks to fly everywhere.
The mans face didn't really show any sign of concentration. He looked free. Free and happy.
The man grabbed onto a flag pole and did an upper soul—supposedly a difficult move. The man was flying through the air—I could have sworn he went past a cloud.
The man bended down, grabbed onto the air, using it as support.
I blinked, waiting for the next move. And then:
He was gone.
I sighed shaking my head. "Damn asshole. He always does that....."
Kuu perked his head up. (I really didn't know if Kuu was a girl or guy, so I always referred to him as a guy)
"Your always watching me. If your so interested, then buy A.T's"
I snapped around at the Australian accented voice.
The man was there, leaning against the wall, staring at me.
"Let me see your skates." It was kind of an order, but the man slipped of his A.T's and passed them to me.
I put them on, noticing that they were a little bit too big for my foot size. But they would do.
Almost immediately after they came on my foot, I was up in the air.
It felt so good. Flying. I was flying again.
It did a few spins and flips, using the air as my ground. It was like wings were on my feet.
I grabbed onto the pole where the man had done the upper soul, and completely copied his technique, but I used a lot more movement.
I landed on the ground and grinded on a rail, spinning—even though there was barely any room to move.
A traced my way back to the man, who was intently staring at me, face astonished.
I grinned, taking off the Air Trecks and handing them back to him.
"Wow mate. That was intense....," he said, taking back the A.T's and putting them back on.
"Not really," I replied, blushing. Usually people didn't compliment me on my skills. "All I did was copy what your doing."
"But still, only B class and up and do upper soul. What level are you?"
I raised an eyebrow at the man. Level? "Uhmmm there are levels?"
Spitfire starred at me. "Was that your first time, mate?"
"In months yea."
"Why don't you skate often?"
I snorted. "I cant go through two days without breaking them. I apply to much power when I skate I guess. I've really only skated three times—including this time. Right now im working at some old hags place trying to pay for some new ones."
The man grinned, pushing his hands into his pockets and looking up at the night sky. "Your saying you can't control your power"
"Nope"
"No one taught you?"
"Nope. My name's Ikki by the way."
"Baby face of the eastside guns. Wow nice to meet you. You can call me spitfire"
The man—spitfire—held out his hand.
I shook it smiling and then suddenly I was forced up against the wall. Kuu took off in fright.
"Hey you asshole! Get the fuck off me!,' I screamed, feeling spitfires hands rub all around my body.
He bit on my ear softly.
I winced, feeling the heat rise to my face.
Spitfire rubbed my chest, massaging deeply around my nipples.
"W-wait....," I chocked out. My voice was leaving to. Great.
A clenched onto the stone wall for support as Spitfire ripped off my shirt and traced my neck with his tongue as he reached deep inside my pants and groped my dick.
I let out a soft noise of something that just felt like it needed to be released.
Spitfire started moving his hand in an up and down motion around my dick.
"Your happy...," Spitfire whispered into my ear, licking it seductively.
And he was right. I felt my member getting larger, and heavier, and harder.
But no. I couldn't let this happen. Even though my body was......I just couldn't......no.........no.........ahhh.....mm....
"STOP!," I yelled, pushing the fiery A.T rider off me.
Spitfire starred at me, eyes filled with confusion.
I starred at the ground, blushing more. "Im....sorry...."
And I pushed past the man in front of me without a second glance and ran off, gasping heavily as I tried not to turn bak and beg him to 'do it' more.
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He was born to fly
High in the sky
With the crow by his side
And head held high