Title: Of Smooth-talking and Stuttering
Author: SaraChris
Summary: Smooth-talking is as easy as pie for Riku. However, it's a little different around a certain brunette.
Rating: K, slight T, because of situation
Setting: Alternate Universe
Inspiration: This. This is what happens when you're bored out of your mind, and there's a notebook to keep you occupied. Yeah, and add the fact that you suddenly have a penchant to write.
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kingdom Hearts, and even if I did, Kairi wouldn't have existed. Nope. Okay… maybe a little scene with her ripping into pieces, but, yeah, not really a major character.
XOXO
"In love we often doubt what we most believe."—La Rochefoucauld
Riku was born to be a smooth-talker; it just comes to him naturally. He could lie between his teeth and not one fidget or flinch. None. That's how easily he could get away with almost anything.
And, unlike most males around his age, he was poised, showy, and flamboyant when it came to dating and flirting. Pearly white smile, seductive look, and a body anyone would worship just added to the effect of his popularity.
No wonder it's much of a surprise to see Riku, biggest smooth-talker in town, practically turn into a stuttering, disheveled, disaster of moosh at the appearance of his best friend.
Sora titled his head to the right, having a better look. Riku, blushing? "Something wrong?"
"S-s-s'nothing, S-Sora…"
And failing in coherent speech? "You sure?"
Hands covered the peachy pink blush, before a nod followed.
Sora rolled his eyes. Oh, did the boy know about his best friend's infatuation towards him. End of freshman year—since the time Riku, guy who has never been considered clumsy, spilled his mocha all over his favorite vintage graffiti-mesh white shirt after seeing Sora get out of the bathroom, covered in droplets of water, and a simple towel around his waist—Sora had proof.
Besides, it wasn't the first time they'd seen each other naked, so there was no need of Riku's interlude consisting of mocha and profanity.
Or, maybe, as Riku quotes—"A bee was hovering over me. A KILLER bee!"—had really scared him senseless.
Ha. Riku had never been afraid of bees. Never.
Thus, Sora stuck to his hypothesis ever since. Like now. "Riku, you're being silly, and that's not a normal thing. It's like saying Selphie doesn't get sugar high when she consumes pixie sticks from the bag, and we all know that. Is. A. Lie."
Sora's only response was a glare shown between the crevices of slender fingers.
The brunette huffed. Then something clicked in the back of his mind. Oh… so you wanna play "hard-to-get", eh? And before either of the two realized what was happening, Riku was sprawled out on the bed, Sora smacking a kiss on his lips. It was chaste, sweet, and it startled the crap out of Riku. Not to mention, it got Little Riku, for the first time since Sora graciously deigned to go half-naked, almost overwhelmingly excited.
Shoot… Sora finally pulled away, face flushed, and licked his lips. Let out a small laugh. "Well… that was interesting, no?" The boy was still astounded by his own actions.
The eldest of the two simply hid himself behind his long white bangs, hoping to some superior being up above the blush had not deepened. Too late.
"Riku?"
"Shut up and kiss me," resulted, leaving Sora dumbfounded, as Riku took a fistful of his polo shirt and brought their lips back together. Not that Sora minded. He smiled in the kiss.
Now every time smooth-talker Riku became lost in words, Sora as always there to solve the problem.
XOXO
Author's Note: Not a lot of details. I'll just let your minds wander…
Cheekon's Note: …You guys are sick.
Alter Ego's Note: -is still drooling- …Wha? Someone said something?
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