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The sound of metal hitting metal resounds over the beach, a pendant hitting a zipper as the owner runs. A red jumpsuit flashes by as yellow shoes hit the soft sand and make their impressions for the water to wash away into oblivion. A hand comes up to brush away cinnamon locks away from bluish eyes as he searches around for the other one being on the beach. He bends over to check the buckle on his shoes when he sees it, a glimpse of silver hair nearby. Slowly straightening he sees the owner of the flashing mane standing in the water more than twenty feet away, staring into the ocean.
Sora smiles to himself, loving the sexy way his best friend stands, and creeps to his left so he won't be seen. Directly behind Riku he stares hungrily at the other teen, drinking in every detail. His strong arms and chest under that tight yellow shirt, the way his silver hair drifts across his wonderful green eyes and perfect features. Sora's eyes were drifting down towards the other's pants, those strange purple and black baggy pants, and gazed at his legs, up to Riku's rear. How he longed for what was on the other side.
Sora slowly moved forward, and then pounced upon the unsuspecting older boy! Riku let out an "umph" as he crashed into the sand, then grinned as he noticed who was sitting on his back, "So, Sora, you finally got me. So. what're you going to do to me?"
"This." And, saying that, the young teen leaned forward and gave a soft, gentle kiss to his love's lips.
This took the older teen aback, as Sora had never been so direct towards him in his life. But with the warmth of the cinnamon-haired boy's lips was not to be refused; he was powerless to resist.
A month before he had finally felt a pang of love towards the other boy on the island. Previously he had thought that it would be either himself and Kairi, or Sora and Kairi. She was the only girl, within the boundary of the world, who was his age. But no, it seemed that their lives were to be different from the other boys.
Riku had been swimming in the ocean at the time, racing Sora around the island. As usual, he was winning. But he decided to wait on one of the rocks for the younger male to come around the last bend so it would be somewhat of a fair race. Seeing Sora come up from behind his heart gave a great heave. The brunette cut through the water, strong arms pushing his way through the liquid. Riku shook his head a moment, thinking, No. that's not right. I'm not gay. They continued the race with Riku winning.
Later on that night Riku lay in his bed, wondering about what he had felt. His mind set upon a course of action: Telling Sora. So he snuck of out of bedroom and climbed down the drainage pipe outside his room. There was a whole jungle between him and his friend that he had to cross, plenty of time to think. Twenty minutes later he was staring into Sora's room, watching his love sleep, engrossed in the way his chest raised and fell with each breath.
He slipped into the room, careful not to trip over all the clothes that Sora had left on the floor. He tiptoed, more or less, to his bed and sat on it, still engrossed in his love sleeping peacefully, an angel. Then he shook his shoulder and waited.
Upon waking, Sora yawned then looked at Riku, "Riku.? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night. no races tonight, please."
Riku stared at Sora a moment, a tinge of red on his cheeks. Then he spoke, "I have something to tell you, Sora."
The brunette watched Riku and then grinned, "Oh? Bet it's about Kairi hmm?"
Riku's heart melted at the sight of the angelic grin and shook his head, "N- no. Not about K-Kairi." For some reason he found himself stuttering.
Sora sat up and stared at Riku, eliciting another blush from the silver- haired boy as he found that Sora had no shirt on, "Then what is it?"
Staring at him, Riku thought, It's almost as if he knows and wants me to blush, "I. I think. that I."
"Yes?"
"I love you, Sora."
The sound of metal hitting metal resounds over the beach, a pendant hitting a zipper as the owner runs. A red jumpsuit flashes by as yellow shoes hit the soft sand and make their impressions for the water to wash away into oblivion. A hand comes up to brush away cinnamon locks away from bluish eyes as he searches around for the other one being on the beach. He bends over to check the buckle on his shoes when he sees it, a glimpse of silver hair nearby. Slowly straightening he sees the owner of the flashing mane standing in the water more than twenty feet away, staring into the ocean.
Sora smiles to himself, loving the sexy way his best friend stands, and creeps to his left so he won't be seen. Directly behind Riku he stares hungrily at the other teen, drinking in every detail. His strong arms and chest under that tight yellow shirt, the way his silver hair drifts across his wonderful green eyes and perfect features. Sora's eyes were drifting down towards the other's pants, those strange purple and black baggy pants, and gazed at his legs, up to Riku's rear. How he longed for what was on the other side.
Sora slowly moved forward, and then pounced upon the unsuspecting older boy! Riku let out an "umph" as he crashed into the sand, then grinned as he noticed who was sitting on his back, "So, Sora, you finally got me. So. what're you going to do to me?"
"This." And, saying that, the young teen leaned forward and gave a soft, gentle kiss to his love's lips.
This took the older teen aback, as Sora had never been so direct towards him in his life. But with the warmth of the cinnamon-haired boy's lips was not to be refused; he was powerless to resist.
A month before he had finally felt a pang of love towards the other boy on the island. Previously he had thought that it would be either himself and Kairi, or Sora and Kairi. She was the only girl, within the boundary of the world, who was his age. But no, it seemed that their lives were to be different from the other boys.
Riku had been swimming in the ocean at the time, racing Sora around the island. As usual, he was winning. But he decided to wait on one of the rocks for the younger male to come around the last bend so it would be somewhat of a fair race. Seeing Sora come up from behind his heart gave a great heave. The brunette cut through the water, strong arms pushing his way through the liquid. Riku shook his head a moment, thinking, No. that's not right. I'm not gay. They continued the race with Riku winning.
Later on that night Riku lay in his bed, wondering about what he had felt. His mind set upon a course of action: Telling Sora. So he snuck of out of bedroom and climbed down the drainage pipe outside his room. There was a whole jungle between him and his friend that he had to cross, plenty of time to think. Twenty minutes later he was staring into Sora's room, watching his love sleep, engrossed in the way his chest raised and fell with each breath.
He slipped into the room, careful not to trip over all the clothes that Sora had left on the floor. He tiptoed, more or less, to his bed and sat on it, still engrossed in his love sleeping peacefully, an angel. Then he shook his shoulder and waited.
Upon waking, Sora yawned then looked at Riku, "Riku.? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night. no races tonight, please."
Riku stared at Sora a moment, a tinge of red on his cheeks. Then he spoke, "I have something to tell you, Sora."
The brunette watched Riku and then grinned, "Oh? Bet it's about Kairi hmm?"
Riku's heart melted at the sight of the angelic grin and shook his head, "N- no. Not about K-Kairi." For some reason he found himself stuttering.
Sora sat up and stared at Riku, eliciting another blush from the silver- haired boy as he found that Sora had no shirt on, "Then what is it?"
Staring at him, Riku thought, It's almost as if he knows and wants me to blush, "I. I think. that I."
"Yes?"
"I love you, Sora."