Pairings: Sora and Riku, obviously. Hints at Tidus/Axel. Axel/Roxas. Xemnas/Saix. And many others. Prepare for a rain of unholy sexual tension and an unheard of concentration of gay boys.
Warning: Shameless smutiness and general boy/boy content. Drug use and underaged drinking, cursing, fighting, and a lot of high school shenanigans. An overabundant use of the "oh-so-desirable lead" stereotype, along with the use and abuse of many other cliches. Undoubtable pheromones, padded speedos, groping and molestation.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin'
Title: Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys
Izzy would like you to note: Redo number 2
Fluorescent Adolescent
Riku spent all morning debating whether he wanted to go to the party or not. On the one hand, it would involve Sora, and anything involving Sora had to be good. On the other hand, it would involve Sora and about twenty other guys, which was never a fun situation. The biggest reason for this was the tendency of these other guys to grope and caress and generally invade Sora's bubble. Not that Sora couldn't or wouldn't handle it, it just pissed Riku off to see others so casually touch what should belong to him.
He sighed at his own unreasonably possessive thoughts, tugging on a shirt and slipping out the front door, deciding that, either way, he was going to go see Sora.
In the same moment, he didn't know - couldn't have known - that Sora was thinking solely of him, remembering a dream Riku didn't even know about. Sora had had it again, but it had gone even further. This time, Riku had slipped his hands inside Sora's pants, slowly pushed them down his hips, run his fingers over him longingly, languorously-
Then Sora woke up with a shout, again, his heart pounding and a painful erection tenting his sheets. His mother repeated essentially the same process when this happened, knocking, asking, waiting. Sora assured her he was fine and buried his face in his knees until it became uncomfortable. Then he decided he needed to do something about his unruly body.
Before he slipped down against his bed again, he thought of Riku. He thought of Riku's hands ruffling his hair. Riku's skin being slowly revealed. Riku's deep green eyes pulling him in, drowning out his senses- Before he'd realized what was happening, he was pumping away, his head lolling back against the mattress and his eyes shut, mouth open to let out ridiculous noises. He finished despite himself, thanking the universe for his stereo which was loudly playing music that drowned out his moans. Before he could stand and clean himself up, there was a tap against his window. It sent a shot of anxiety directly through his nerves, and he knew there was little hope of hiding what had just happened. He tried anyways, crawling over to his desk and pretending to knock the tissue box down so he could stow away in his closet and wipe off the evidence of his fantasizing.
Fortunately, when he finally let Riku in, the boy pretended he knew nothing. Whether he did or not, Sora appreciated it, forgetting for the millionth time that this was the same person he should be feeling guilty towards. He cast his gaze aside when his friend sat on his bed, realizing that he was growing more shameless as time passed. 'How do I face him like this, knowing what I just did?' He smiled and hoped it seemed genuine, because it was hard, from his end, to not imagine Riku in his bed for a very different reason than simply visiting his friend.
"Are you still going to the party?" Riku asked abruptly, his gaze almost… pleading? Though, one way or the other, Sora couldn't tell. He stared dumbly at Riku, moths seemingly swarming into his skull, drowning out any reasonable answer he might have given. "Sora?" Sora's head sunk between his shoulders, he felt something wash over him and jump-start his brain and the whole, confusing thought-process he'd been involved with again. 'Why am I having dreams about Riku? Why am I masturbating to Riku? Why am I standing here, right now, dumbfounded at the mere sight of Riku?'
"Sora."
Riku's hand landed on his shoulder, giving him a start. He shook his head quickly. He brushed the hair away from his forehead, along with the tangle of unpleasant thoughts. He managed a fleeting smile before nudging the hand on his shoulder aside, deciding quickly that he needed things to go back to normal. He needed to maintain his cool.
For a few scant seconds, while he had his back turned to Riku, it seemed wholly possible. He believed, down to his very core, that he could forget his hormone-driven fantasizing and the subsequent actions whose scent still clung to his skin. He really really did. But as soon as his gaze met Riku's again, his heart sunk and he knew he was kidding himself. He'd fallen. He'd irrevocably, entirely fallen for his one true ally, and it was a stab straight to the gut… or maybe somewhere more like the groin region. He still wasn't sure what it meant, and he needed - more than anything - to do some serious soul-searching, but there was something comforting in acceptance. Something warm and inviting and strange, even if he still wasn't quite clear on anything. Not that he really felt any better than he had before, it just quieted his mind enough to regain some composure in the face of his desire.
The very manifestation of his desire stared at his friend quite carefully, deducing, quickly, that he wasn't getting an answer anytime soon unless he brought it up again. Sora was distracted, and though it wasn't entirely unusual considering Sora's personality, Riku found it frustrating that he'd taken to ignoring him.
"Sora," he said, a little louder, a little more forcefully. Sora whipped his head around, his hand falling away from his chin where it had been stroking away, a reflex associated with being deep in thought in only the most stereotypical instances. Sora was the only person Riku knew that genuinely did such a thing. He grinned at the action, consciously not explaining that smile as he drew his brown-haired friend's attention back to him. "Are you going, or not?"
Sora, for better or worse, had regained something of his natural air, which was a relief to Riku, even if the brunet had simply raised a whole new mass of problems within his mind. It didn't seem to hold him up much as he laughed and informed his friend that he'd be going, immediately getting dressed. They both looked at the clock simultaneously, deciding that noon was a bit too early to leave the house, even if they could just hang around Cloud's if they wanted. Thus, in lieu of skipping over to their friend's house and possibly being conscripted for the purpose of acquiring illegal substances, they hunched down on Sora's bed and played Call of Duty for 6 hours, all their energy and focus poured into that rather than each other.
However, when Sora's mother came in, a look on her face that said "You'd better a) stop screaming at that video game or b) get the fuck out of my house," Riku and Sora decided it was time to leave. Without much else to do, they headed for the basketball court across the street, knowing what the outcome of their one-on-one match would be from the very start. Riku didn't really care much for the sport.
Still, he put up a decent fight, for all his disinterest, solely based on the fact that he was naturally athletic. And though Sora was a Beta male while Riku was an Alpha, the two of them competed with each other at everything. In this case, it ended as expected, with Sora three points ahead and lining up shots gratuitously even after he'd won.
"God dammit, Sora," Riku panted, swiping a line of sweat from his forehead. "I can't believe this. This is the only sport you beat me at."
Sora laughed and shot from the three-point line, sinking the ball with no effort. "Don't forget about swimming... which I guess isn't the same thing," he said quietly, his Beta male personality dictating that he must concede and coddle in the face of the self-doubt of others.
Riku brushed the whole thing aside, focusing instead on the way Sora's body moved as he dribbled and shot and lined back up. Though completely innocuous and seemingly un-sexy, it made Riku's blood pound as much as anything else that Sora did. The other boy, pretty much oblivious, was going through the motions while his mind became absorbed by other things, lingering on questions regarding his sexuality. 'Does this make me... bisexual? Pansexual? Or is it… just for Riku?' He considered that carefully, going through the list of his male friends with luke-warm results. Sure, he could see that most of them were attractive, and he probably wouldn't mind them feeling him up a little (which they did regardless), but it was only Riku - whose face appeared in his mind more than once - that made him quiver and lose his touch, missing a shot that he had been sure to make. "Damn," he muttered, chasing after the ball. After he'd grabbed it, he faced the person he'd been thinking of moments before, clearing his throat.
"What time is it?" he asked, bouncing the ball between his legs as he wandered in Riku's direction. Riku glanced at his phone.
"It's almost 9," he answered, shrugging and slipping the device back in his pocket. "We could head to Cloud's now. It's probably safe to assume that they've taken care of all the unpleasant things we were avoiding." The two boys grinned at each other, feeling only vaguely guilty for not assisting, yet again, in any facet of the house party they were attending. Their friends, of course, didn't really give it much thought, acting on their own impulses and knowing that they could count on Riku to provide alcohol, if nothing else, and on Sora to provide himself, which secretly kept them happy.
So they left for Riku's house, stopping off at Sora's to drop his ball in the garage, and skipping into Riku's pantry for a bottle of something high in alcohol content and mostly full. His mother wandered past and shook her head at the two boys, knowing, of course, about their habit of raiding the scant stash kept in the house. "Riku you left your socks in the bathroom again," she hummed, bustling about the kitchen and favoring them with a few wistful smiles. "I expect you to be responsible," she said, without preamble, regarding her son coolly. Riku rolled his eyes, pulling the chosen bottle down.
"Mom, you know I am."
"I don't know anything, Riku. I'm just telling you what I expect from my son."
Riku groaned but didn't protest, smiling instead. He wandered out of the pantry and past his mother, kissing her on the cheek before heading for the door.
She didn't stop them, but raised an eyebrow when Dakota, Riku's little sister, came into the room. "What's thaaaaat?" she said, grinning at Riku and Sora both. Riku quickly stowed the bottle behind his back, leaning up against the wall.
"Nothing," he lied, flashing a quick smile and nudging his sister aside with his foot. "Go play, Kota."
"I wanna play with you and Sora," she said, huffing with all of her eight-year-old indignation.
Sora laughed quietly and knelt next to Dakota, squeezing her in a hug. "We could watch Pokemon with you for like... half an hour!" he said enthusiastically, ruffling her hair. Her eyes widened as she nodded emphatically, dragging Sora away by the hand.
Riku pouted and groaned, but followed anyways, slipping the bottle he'd been holding onto a counter while his mother watched on with a smile. Dakota and Sora debated over which episode to watch for five minutes after that, flicking through the ones saved on their DVR over and over before settling. Riku was grateful for any quality time spent with Sora, even if it meant watching Pokemon, and even if it meant Dakota would be there. Still, it annoyed him a bit when Dakota plopped herself between them on the couch, pressing play enthusiastically. So he did something about it.
"Move it, squirt," he said with a grin, picking her up and switching places, settling in immediately.
"Hey! I wanted to sit next to Sora!"
Riku favored her with a cool look. "He's my friend."
"Well he likes me better."
"Whatever, Kota, I know him waaayyy better."
"Nuh-uh! Sora is myyy boyfriend."
Sora laughed, his cheeks red as he watched the siblings battle. "Umm... Kota, I don't think that's allowed," he interjected, reaching across Riku to ruffle her hair. Riku watched impassively, frowning at Kota's pout. 'Even my little sister wants him. What the fuck...' Then he decided it was time to really assert himself. Riku stretched out and put his arm around Sora, noting how he froze and turned bright red, with satisfaction.
"Well, you're obviously wrong, Kota, because, actually, Sora is my boyfriend."
Her eyes widened, a long, drawn-out inhaled gasp filtering between her lips. "But you're both boys!" she cried, tugging on Riku's hand. "Sora likes girls."
"You don't know that. Sometimes boys like boys."
Dakota pouted, flopping down on the couch indignantly at the unfairness of the world. Her distress was soon forgotten, however, as she grew absorbed in what they were watching. Riku, on his end, kept his arm tight around Sora, watching his friend's fidgeting and furtive glancing with a blank expression. Really, he was wondering what was going through the kid's head, and, each time a wave of body heat rolled off of him, wishing they were alone so he could be closer. Or maybe not. He sometimes forgot that Sora wasn't really his.
After a grueling half-an-hour, during which Dakota got bored with Pokemon and switched to Spongebob, and then back again, Riku and Sora got up and told her they had to go. Dakota whined, but her mother entered the room and swooped her up in her arms, grinning. "It's your bed-time anyways, boo boo." Dakota giggled and let her mother carry her away happily, forgetting all about Sora and Riku.
"Pain in the ass..." Riku muttered under his breath, grabbing the bottle off the counter again.
Sora raised an eyebrow at him. "You should feel lucky. I wish I had siblings."
Riku sighed in response, leading Sora toward the front door. It swung open as they were leaving, however, revealing Aki, Riku's older brother. Riku groaned for what seemed like the millionth time, rolling his eyes.
"Hey lil bro," Aki said wryly, ruffling a hand through Riku's hair. Riku glared and combed it back into place, sliding past Aki and yanking on Sora's arm to guide him away from his brother.
"Hold it!" Aki shoved his foot in the door as Riku tried to close it, grinning at him. "Whatcha got there?"
Riku glared and shoved the bottle deeper into his jacket, letting go of the door handle. "Why do you even care? It's none of your business."
He sighed. "I'm just looking out for you, you know. I don't want you to end up in a pile of your own vomit or anything."
"I'm not as irresponsible as you-"
"Hey, Sora! How are you?" He leaned in to hug Sora, distracting Riku from their previous quarrel with obvious intent. Riku grabbed Sora's shoulder before the embrace landed, turning him and walking away as quickly as possible.
"Still wish you had siblings?" he asked, laughing mirthlessly and frowning.
Sora shrugged, skipping along beside Riku, smiling at him. "I think I'd be glad to have some company other than my mom at home, really. But what do I know?"
Riku slowly smiled at his friend's smile, his heart going a mile a minute. "You seem full of pep," Riku noted, catching Sora's eye briefly. "You usually don't get so excited over parties. It's not like you do anything anyways."
"I dunno, it just feels like…" He paused, distracted by his own thoughts, then smiled as he picked back up. "It feels like I'm back to myself after a long time away."
"It was only one day."
"Whatever, it still feels nice okay?" They grinned at each other, completely ignorant of the other's feelings, but still optimistic. Riku was picturing getting Sora drunk - a rare occurrence - and allowing the brunet to use him as a crutch. Sora was picturing a riotous evening, sitting with Riku in a circle and talking to his friends, laughing as Wakka did something ridiculous as usual, casting glances at his silver-haired friend and getting a smile in return-
"Hey remember that party over Christmas break?" Riku asked, bouncing his eyebrows as he interrupted Sora's thoughts.
Sora smirked and pressed his lips together, knowing exactly what Riku was insinuating. "Yeah, okay. I remember…"
"…that you jumped into my lap and squished my cup under your ass, getting alcohol all over both of our crotches?"
Sora laughed loudly, unable to suppress the noise. He even snorted a bit. "Cloud was pissed. He kept getting up and gesturing at us with that face, and then forgetting why he was about to yell and sitting down. I've never seen him so high in my life."
"Did you notice Leon collapsed on the floor? Cloud said the guy didn't wake up until 3 p.m. the next day and that he vomited on a lamp."
They both laughed this time, the echoes dying out as they started relaying other anecdotes, finally arriving at Cloud's place as they were discussing the finer points of a particular evening in which Wakka and Sora had ended up falling into the pool while wrestling.
The place was already full when they got there, and as the door opened, the two boys were overwhelmed with the stench of weed and alcohol and about fifty bodies all mingling together. Riku held out the mostly full bottle they'd procured at his house, cringing at the heat and noise coming from inside. 2pac was blasting out of the stereo, and Riku could pick out about twenty people who were already baked beyond recognition. Sora wavered a little on the doorstep, watching with slight discomfort as people cackled and hung all over each other and generally made fools of themselves. He really didn't like becoming one of them, but sometimes he gave in. He didn't think tonight would be one of those nights, however.
He accepted a cup from Cloud so that he wouldn't be pestered later and made his way past the beer pong table to the couch, flopping down next to a very bloodshot Leon. "Oh my god, man. You look like shit."
Leon narrowed his eyes, swinging his head a little too heavily in Sora's direction. "Youuuuuuuu…" he trailed off, raising a finger and pointing it at Sora's smirking face. "Shut it."
"Mmm, yeah, you're off your ass."
Cloud laughed from the other side of the couch, hunching forward and pillowing his head on his knees, staring at Sora. "Dude, what took you so long to get here. We couldn't wait and vaped in my room like three hours ago."
"Yeah?" Sora raised his eyebrows. "And how many joints have you smoked since then?"
Cloud scrunched up his face, rolling his eyes up as he mentally counted. "Like… five, maybe."
"You're a menace. You waste more weed than that fucked up dealer of yours, and he can't even remember where he parked his van 98% of the time."
Leon and Cloud both snickered through their noses, closing their eyes and remaining in their respective positions. Riku, who had left the room moments before, returned with two shot glasses in one hand hanging at his side, stalking towards Sora with a wide grin.
"Sora, get your scrawny ass over here," he called, waggling a finger. Sora's heart gave an unexpected jerk at the movement, associating it with something a little less innocent than taking a shot with his friend after all the dreaming and masturbating and fantasizing he'd done in the past two days. However, he got up anyways with a smile, forcing the shot down his throat and hoping his night would go the way he'd imagined.
Five minutes later, he was downing another and sitting in the den in a loose circle with some other friends, Riku hanging at his side encouragingly.
"Hey Sora," Roxas slurred at his side, knocking his head against Sora's shoulder, "let's play a game."
Sora cringed at the thought. "What are we, middle schoolers?"
"No, I think it's a good idea," butted in the kid next to Roxas, peeking his head around to reveal his head of flaming red hair. He slung his arm around the other boy, leaning heavily. "We should play five fingers or something."
"King's cup," supplied Riku, eyeing Roxas who was still sitting a little too close to Sora. "Although, I doubt you guys will last very long in that state."
Both straightened up as if to prove him wrong, eliciting a grin from Riku. Wakka and Tidus snickered on the other side of him, scooting forward from where they were leaning against the wall. "I'm in," Wakka stated, smacking a hand on the floor as Tidus crawled towards a desk at the far end of the room. He rifled through a drawer before revealing the cards he'd been searching for within, crawling back to his spot next to Wakka and fanning them in a circle on the floor. "We need a cup," he said, looking up just as Riku downed the rest of his drink and dropped his in the center of the circle of cards, grinning.
"Let's do this."
Everyone got up to refill before they started, along with Riku who needed an all new cup. In the meantime, Sora stayed and stared down at his still mostly full drink, wondering if he really wanted to get wasted. Then he caught Riku looking at him from the kitchen, and decided that, yes, he really really wanted to get wasted, and really really wanted to forget the things he'd been thinking about Riku recently for the night just so he could feel alright at his side again.
Sora knew that there was really nothing wrong with what had been going on, but that didn't stop him from feeling bad about it. In the end, nothing had really changed with his acceptance, but he was beyond caring as Riku sat down next to him and flashed a brilliant smile, melting something in his chest. Then the game started. He drew first, since he was the youngest, pulling a King on the first try, much to everyone's chagrin.
"Ugh," uttered Wakka, grimacing at their poor luck but patting Sora on the back. "If we run out of Kings we're still playing. Everyone agree?"
The circle nodded as Sora dosed the cup in the middle with some of his drink, his cheeks burning up. He glanced back, suddenly aware that he was on all fours with his back to Riku, and he kind of hoped his friend was staring, even as his shame bubbled at the thought. And while he was indeed looking, Riku wasn't drunk enough to get caught doing so and averted his gaze as Sora cast his eyes at him, smirking at the unexplained pout Sora assumed after sitting back down. He slung an arm around his friend under the pretense of comfort, keeping it there when he received no protest and the game proceeded. Before the end, they'd had to waterfall all four possible times, had played five fingers more than once, and were currently being caught answering Wakka's questions almost in unison as a group, groans and laughter erupting as most of them drank and Wakka grinned.
Sora, for his part, got busted seven times for breaking the no pointing rule, which made everyone laugh even as Riku cringed, noticing that Sora was getting sloppy. He prevented him from pointing after that, cupping a hand over his each time he went to laughingly extend his finger. Sora gave him a confused look when he did it, but smiled when he remembered, bumping his forehead against Riku's. As much as Riku appreciated the attention, he worried about how drunk Sora was getting, and considered taking him away from the game. However, it all ended as Sora's turn came around again and he grinned holding up the last king, leaning forward to grab the cup in the middle. "I guess I lose," he called loudly, tipping the slurry of different alcohols into his mouth. He sputtered against the first mouthful, wrinkling up his nose. "Ugh! This's fucking foul."
Riku winced at his friend, lifting him by the waist and leading him away as Axel, Roxas, Wakka and Tidus carried on an obnoxious conversation about sex. "Give me that," he murmured into Sora's ear, gently pulling the cup out of his hand. Sora stared at him, but didn't protest, smiling as his heart thumped; Riku was so close to him, his arm still around his waist and leading him upstairs. Everything was perfect as far as he was concerned. Riku felt the same, and grinned to the side, wondering if it was too good to be true.
The two boys stumbled into Cloud's room, Riku dutifully downing the King's Cup and Sora cackling drunkenly, his eyes scrunched shut as he sunk to the floor in a heap. Riku glanced at him as he drank, his mind muddled by the alcohol coursing through him and the scent of Sora strong in the room.
"Riiiikuuuuuu," Sora called, laying on his back with his arms straight up in the air, "I can't feel my toes."
Riku sighed, tossing the empty red cup against the wall and falling down next to Sora, rolling onto his side to look at him. He licked his lips, his breath coming out in a little shudder as he reached one hand out, sliding it over Sora's stomach experimentally. The other boy groaned but didn't brush him off, simply covering his eyes with one arm. Riku's breath rushed a bit faster as he shimmied closer against the carpet, his eyes trained firmly on Sora who was giggling and letting his arm slip now.
Sora seemed to notice, then, that Riku was staring, his head rolling to the side to stare back, a sudden increase in his heartbeat nearly making him jump. Riku breathed out heavily, licking his lips again and glancing down at Sora's. He was really so incredibly close.
"Sora," he whispered, his hand moving in little circles over Sora's stomach, sliding over to the other side of the boy, cupping his hip. "Sora," he said again, bumping his nose against his brown haired companion's, their breath mingling. Sora swallowed and let his eyes slip closed, panting heavily. "Sora…" That was the last thing that punctuated the air as Riku pressed his lips to Sora's, the space between them shrinking to millimeters in mere seconds. Sora gasped briefly but kissed back soon after, panting into it. "Mmmm Sora," Riku groaned against his lips, his arm pulling Sora's body against his and running roughly up his side. "Sora, Sora, Sora..."
Sora's lips parted so he could breathe better and Riku's tongue slipped inside immediately, lapping against his with drunken fervor. Riku couldn't take it anymore and rolled Sora onto his back again, straddling him and pressing in further, tilting Sora's head to get a better angle. And then… nothing. Sora stopped responding. Confused, Riku let go, watching with dismay as Sora's head flopped heavily to the side. "Oh fuck," he whispered, leaning in to make sure Sora was still breathing. He was out cold, but otherwise fine, his breathing fairly steady and strong. Riku sighed and sat back on his heels, reluctantly extricating himself from his dozing friend. He lifted Sora onto Cloud's bed, sighing again as he brushed back his hair and kissed him on the forehead, slipping out into the hallway a moment later.
"Hey what's up?"
Riku nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden appearance of Cloud, who was smiling and hanging all over Leon. Both were still too high to function, but were obviously on a mission. "Where's Sora?" Cloud asked, slapping Riku on the shoulder ineffectually. Riku scowled and pointed at the door to Cloud's bedroom. "He's asleep, so leave him alone. I'll get him in an hour after he's sobered up some."
"Aww no fun, Riku!" Cloud yelled, shoving past him. "Lemme show Sora his surprise-"
"No." Riku shoved him back, eyeing Leon. "Can you keep him in check, please?"
Leon shrugged and grabbed Cloud, leading him downstairs with enticing promises of food. Riku thanked the universe for munchies and headed down as well, glancing back at the door briefly before he'd gone.
It wasn't long after that Tidus emerged from the upstairs bathroom, relieved after a bout of puking and full of bravado. 'I'm going to confess to Sora,' he thought, slamming one fist into his palm determinedly. 'Where is he, though?' He paused, opening and closing his mouth tiredly before stumbling towards none other than Cloud's bedroom, his priorities changing as he felt his weariness. And as these variables met in uncanny and disastrous synchronicity, Riku fell asleep himself, making sure to tuck himself in a corner without his shoes and thinking nothing of what might be happening upstairs
