Author: Eloarei
Series: HINABN
Characters: Toni, Ples, Veser
A/N: Lawl. I'm friggin exhausted. Hahaha I've pretty much been half-asleep the whole time I've been writing this. I'll probably get around to editing it and stuff some other time, but for now, enjoy awkward straight sex. Heh.
PS. Chapter 2 gets straighter. Chapter 3 gets gayer. Chapter 4 gets even more gay. and I think that's it.

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It didn't take long after their first meeting for Toni and Veser to start hanging out. Once they realized that they both attended the same college and lived only minutes from each other, it seemed the natural route. Even without meaning to, the two of them began to bump into each other at the strangest of times, forging a sort of bond of familiarity.

Then they met Ples, and inexplicably formed a similar bond with the older man. It helped that he and Toni found a common interest in performance-arts, and the fact that Ples had had some sort of connection to Lee made it strangely easy for Veser to familiarize himself with the man.

They had all been spending quite a lot of time together for the past few months. Tonight Ples and Veser had met up at the theater to watch one of Toni's most recent performances. Midnight found them strolling leisurely through the town on their way back to their homes. They came across the college dorms first, and bid Veser goodnight.

"G'night, Ples," Toni said, as she began to walk off on her own, only to have Ples follow after her.

"Please, allow me to accompany you," he insisted. "It's not safe for a young lady to be out this late at night by herself."

Toni was of the firm opinion that she could quite easily take care of herself, but she wasn't about to refuse Ples the opportunity to walk a lovely young lady home, nor was she planning on having an awkward conversation about her not-quite-humanity. So they strolled in comfortable silence the rest of the way to Toni's apartment. There was one of those very slightly-awkward moments when they arrived at the doorstep, but the awkward atmosphere was quickly dispelled when Toni took the initiative, speaking up.

"Would you like to come inside for a while?" she asked. "My roommate's out of town and I could use the company. Come have some tea."

Though Ples felt a little awkward being asked inside by a pretty young girl (not exactly a common occurrence for him) it wasn't in him to deny such a request, and so he nodded and followed her up the stone steps, into the living room, and settled into a corner of the couch, quiet and polite.

Toni busied herself with stripping off her coat and putting various things away, saying, "make yourself at home" as she wandered into the kitchen to start the tea. Several minutes later and she wandered back out, two steaming tea-cups in hand, and looking considerably more comfortable in a pair of cushy slippers than in the high-heeled boots she'd worn most of the night.

Ples took a sip of the tea and raised his eyebrow at Toni, who had settled down next to him on the soft couch. "Does this have alcohol in it?"

She grinned sheepishly and played it off with a shrug. "Oh. Yeah, it sort of helps me relax." She took a sip of her own cup and sat back, leaning a little closer to Ples, who was still a bit tense. Slyly, she began to nuzzle closer. It was only a few moments before she had finished her mixed-tea and set the cup back on the coffee table, and by that time she was practically in the older man's lap.

For his part, Ples wasn't quite sure what to do. The situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable as Toni scooted closer and closer, but he couldn't find the words to ask her to move, nor the will to command his legs to stand from the couch they jointly occupied. His heart-rate increased as she laid her head against his shoulder and glided her hand along his thigh.

"T-Toni, I- I don't know about this..."

"Hmm, no?" she asked, inching her fingers forward.

"N-no," he stuttered, nervous enough to unearth a tick he thought he'd long-since buried. "I-it's not that I don't th-think you're b-beautiful..."

She looked up at him, appearing both innocent and curious, as her hands toyed with the buttons on his pants.

"I, I, I'm just n-not interested in w-women," he finally managed, staring wide-eyed into her calmly smiling face. She gave no indication that she found his revelation particularly surprising or important and continued on with her ministrations. "I'm gay," he told her, hoping to clear up the mess by being as blunt as possible, but still she was unfazed.

"That doesn't seem to be hindering us too much," she said, grinning as she pulled his half-hard penis from its confines. She rubbed at it steadily, and Ples clenched his eyes, trying to suppress a groan. He had no idea what to do, no idea what his body was doing, and no idea what Toni was up to, so he left his eyes closed and let her move things along in whatever direction she deemed fit.

She seemed content for a while to simply touch him, and with his eyes shut he could imagine it was not this lovely girl, as wonderful and sweet as she was, but someone infinitely less curvy and much farther out of reach. But when she removed herself from his lap and took his hand, leading him awkwardly across the living room and toward the bedroom, his senses froze.

"Toni, what--" His sentence was cut off as he was pulled to the bed, a pair of soft and moist lips pressed confidently against his own. He groaned into her mouth, still trying to protest, until he was startled away from speech by his hand being led quite persistently to the moist warmth beneath Toni's ruffled skirt.

"Please," she said, not quite pleadingly. "I don't even mind if you close your eyes. You can pretend I'm someone else."

And Ples couldn't find a way to say no. So he did just as she asked, closing his eyes and nudging the fabric of her panties away with his long, thin fingers. 'It's all more-or-less the same', he told himself, and went about it just as he would any other sexual encounter.

They touched each other, eyes closed, and pressed unsure kisses against each other's lips, and somewhere along the line Toni had come up with a condom and unrolled it skillfully along Ples' erection, until Toni found herself on her elbows and knees, head turned to the side to watch curiously as the man gripped her hip and slid himself inside, his eyes still closed, but no longer clenched.

Toni couldn't exactly say 'doggy-style' was new to her, but Ples' strong-but-gentle pacing was definitely unique. His sympathetic personality shined through his calculated thrusts, and it was obvious he was doing his best to accommodate his partner, even though he refused to open his eyes and acknowledge her presence.

She was nearing climax when she grabbed his hand and twined their fingers together, a gesture she feared was too intimate, but couldn't help committing. She was surprised when he squeezed at it and nuzzled his nose into her hair, thrusting just a bit deeper, causing her to gasp and spill over the edge and into orgasm. Ples did the same, groaning and squeezing harder at her hand, hissing a muffled "vsss" into her ear.

The two panted and collapsed next to each other on Toni's frilly bed. She glanced at him, but his eyes were still shut, and she wondered how long he'd stay that way, working what had just happened into a complex fantasy.

'I wonder who he--', she began to think, until she recalled his passionate hiss. 'Oh, really?' She wondered, but put the thought aside for the time-being.

"Thank you," she told him, rolling over and kissing him cutely on the cheek.

He cracked open one eye and blushed furiously at her. "You're, er, you're w-welcome, but I, uh, think I should be going," he said, slipping off the bed and pulling his pants up, while trying to avoid her still-playful gaze.

"Alright then," she responded, smiling fondly at his disheveled form. "Will we still see you next weekend?" she asked, referring to a concert the three of them had planned to attend together.

He looked surprised for a moment, but said, "Yes, of course," before straightening his clothing, bidding Toni a good night and promptly removing himself from her apartment.

"Good," Toni said to herself. 'I'd hate for this to end our friendship. In fact, I think it looks more like the start of something.' Content to scheme sleepily, she yawned and rolled under the covers, eager for the new day and the great new opportunities it would bring.