And here's the first chapter! I'm probably going to stick to naming chapters after whatever song I happen to be listening to while uploading to FF - 99% will have nothing to do with the contents of the chapter. R&R (desperately need tips/feedback) & enjoy!
It was twenty-five minutes to midnight.
"Yo! I'm outside!" read the text message on Riku's phone.
Riku let out a heavy sigh - this is just another one of Sora's stupid things he does from time to time, nothing more.
The silver haired boy made his way down the stairs, towards the front door. Riku flicked the lock knobs and tugged the lock chain out of its nest.
Sora was standing there, goofy grin, phone in hand.
"H-hey," stammered out the silver haired boy.
"Yo!" greeted the brunette, stepping past the threshold, closing the distance between the two. Their eyes locked. Riku could feel the air around him grow warmer as Sora's face grew closer to his.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck, he's just going for it isn't he?" Riku mentally panicked. The silver eyed boy closed his eyes and tilted his chin forward.
Sora wrapped his arms around Riku, slapping his back a couple of times. No kiss. Nothing weird. Just two friends greeting each other. Normal.
The silver haired boy opened his eyes in relief. Riku stepped aside to let Sora in, locking the door behind him.
Sora blurted out a small chuckle.
"Nice pajamas, dude!" gesturing to Riku's cat head print pajamas.
"Pfff, shut up, you know these were a gift from Olette," countered Riku.
The two boys smiled at each other. Ribbing on each other like nothing's changed.
"Man! It feels like forever since I've been over!" chirped the brunette who was scanning the house.
Calm down, Riku. It's just Sora. It's just a hug.
"Your folks around?" asked Sora as his eyes met with various framed pictures of Riku's family set around the living room.
"My mom's fast asleep, dad's out of town for business. A seminar at Radiant Garden," mentioned Riku, as both boys walked up the stairs.
"So, you know," chimed the silver haired boy, putting his finger to his lips making the 'shh' gesture.
"Cool cool!" added the brunette in a hushed voice, making sure not to be heavy footed on the wooden stair steps.
The two boys entered Riku's bedroom. They plopped down next to each other on the small black couch in front of Riku's television set.
Sora gazed around the room – band posters, magazine clippings, stickers, drink labels, and more decorated Riku's walls. The brunette could feel himself smiling softly, remembering putting some of those scraps of paper on the walls himself.
"Not much has changed, huh?" asked Sora, turning his gaze to Riku.
"Sheesh, dude. You act as if it's been years. You and Kai have only been surgically attached for three months," playfully scoffed the older boy.
"Hey, hey, hey! Four months, thank you very much!" corrected the brunette tossing one of the throw pillows from the couch at the silver haired boy.
Riku could only chuckle as he took the softly thrown pillow to the face. He couldn't help but smile seeing Sora look around his room with genuine curiosity glowing in those bright blue eyes.
Sora and Riku's eyes locked. The silver haired boy felt his body temperature rising. The brunette inched closer, Riku shrunk back on the couch. Sora was now almost over him, hand outstretched. Riku could feel the warmth radiating off of his friend's hand. The brunette's hand was drawing closer to Riku's right cheek.
"Oh, THIS is it," mentally shouted the silver haired teen. However, the touch never came. Sora's hand went oh so close to Riku's face, but went past it.
"Oh sick, you finally built the Nu?" asked Sora, pointing to a Gundam model kit on Riku's bookshelf – which was conveniently on Riku's side of the couch – just past his head.
"O-Oh. Yeah, I've just had a lot of free time recently…" the silver haired boy trailed off. Sora's grin softened into a slight frown. Both boys sitting in silence staring at each other.
"Are you mad at me, Ri?" asked Sora, concern shining in his eyes.
"No! No, Sora. What could I be mad at you about?" scrambled Riku.
"You know!" Sora darted out.
"Know what?" questioned Riku.
Sora huffed. The brunette drew in a long breath, puffed his cheeks out like a blowfish, and exhaled.
"I just, I feel like – no, I know we've been sort of, spending a lot less time together since Kairi and I started dating," Sora explained. The younger boy turned his gaze away from Riku, scanning the collaged walls.
"Like, I just want you to know that it's not like I've been deliberately ghosting you or anything, you know?" finished the brunette, finally turning his gaze back to Riku.
The older teen shook his head.
"Sora, yeah, it's fine! You're in a relationship and that's just normal, nothing to apologize for," replied Riku, his lips curling into an understanding smile.
"You sure?" asked Sora, locking eyes once again with Riku.
"Positive. Just because we don't hang out as often doesn't mean anything – we all have our own responsibilities and schedules," added the older boy, playfully jabbing the younger teen's arm. Sora began to brighten up, his uneasy frown turning into a soft grin.
"I mean, it wouldn't kill you to just check your phone in-between firefights though," jokingly chided Riku, eliciting a laugh from the brunette. The older teen couldn't help but start chuckling too.
Riku didn't notice that Sora's laughter had abruptly cut. It's funny how your senses kind of blur when things happen to fast.
Riku was pressed down, lying on the couch. Sora's left hand pinning down the older boy's right wrist, his right hand locked finger's with Riku's left hand.
The silver haired teen was looking up, Sora's shadowed face eclipsing the room's ceiling light.
Neither boy realized their faces were flushed a bright pink; all they could feel was each other's body heat.
Sora closed the distance, softly pressing his lips against Riku's. Both boys' eyes had fluttered shut.
The brunette pulled back for a moment and kissed down again, Riku tilting his chin upward to meet the touch.
Sora released the older teen's right wrist, moving his hand to cup Riku's cheek. The brunette daringly darted his tongue across the silver haired teen's lips signaling his desire. The older teen didn't budge but continued to kiss back – desperate for that heated contact.
The brunette shifted himself slowly prying the other boy's legs apart with his knee -pressing; his thigh against Riku's crotch. Sora smiled into the kiss as he felt a growing heat underneath the flannel fabric of the older boy's pajamas.
Sora grew impatient; he began to nibble and suck on Riku's lower lip. The older boy moaned. The brunette seized the initiative, hungrily darting his tongue into the silver haired boy's mouth.
Tongue met tongue in those wet caverns. Sounds of wet smacks, slurps, and low moans permeated the room. Sora gently caught the older boy's tongue with his teeth, slowly wrapping his lips around it, and began to suck. Riku loosed a small groan, his member hardening against Sora's thigh. Both boys still had their fingers intertwined, both squeezing down with abandon.
Sora pulled back, both boys gaze meeting each other. Soft panting, eyelids low. The brunette gently slid his hand down Riku's cheek, down the silver haired boy's slender neck settling on the boy's hip.
This time, Riku leaned forward – lips meeting lips, mouths opening and closing to allow the dance of the two slicked organs. The brunette slid his hand down Riku's pajamas, his palm meeting the slick precum oozing out of the older boy's now throbbing member. The first verbal exchange since this started –
"S-Sora?" asked Riku, confusion and uneasiness in his teal eyes.
The point of no return. Fuck.
And away we go~
I apologize for the weird story format. I'm desperately in need of a beta-reader with formatting/literary talents. Shoot me a PM if you'd be interested! Stayed tuned.
