My eternal gratitude to you guys who reviewed this,

You really inspired me to continue it, when it's been since July when I started….

Please forgive me, school is literally torture. *bow* *bow*

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All things considered, today was generally not going at all how I expected. Here I was, sitting on a benge at a bus stop, in the dark, with a half-naked Riku who quite likely has a crush on me and has been gaining confidence while I continually slip up and give him all the wrong messages. In the dark. At a freaking bus stop. Good Lord.

Riku was wearing a rather pained expression, but that didn't seem to stop him from wanting to flaunt his [extremely sexy] body. He kept getting up, pacing, sitting down next to me, then holding my shoulder, asked me if I was okay.

"I'm fine dangit quit worryin' about me."

"Okay, okay" He said, shrugging. "I'm like a doting mother."

"Or my boyfriend" Complete screw up number one.

"What?"

"What?" I cannot believe I just said that.

"What did you say?" Oh my God oh my God.

"Nothing." . Facepalm. Stupid stupid stupid.

"What did you say about your boyfriend? You said you were my boyfriend?"

"Well, that's not-"

"Gee Sora," He laughed "And we all thought you were straight and everything."

"………." He continued chuckling to himself.

"Boyfriend." Why is it that whenever he says that word it sounds like he…?

"When'll the bus come?" I changed the subject.

"Oh," he got up again, check the schedule. "Thirty minutes."

"THIRTY?"

"That's what you get for tripping in a parking lot and makin' us miss the bus!"

"Awwww" I threw my head back. Now I had to sit with him for thirty minutes.

I glanced to my side. Was he smiling to himself? Please tell me he wasn't.

Crap, he was.

"Sora?"

"yes?"

"Look at the sky." He had gotten up and was standing in front of me, looking up. The stars were coming out, washing away what was left of the scarlet dye of sunset.

"It's really… pretty, Riku."

"I know. I've always liked looking at the stars."

"Have you?"

"Yessir."

My makeshift bandages were loose. I prodded them and peeked inside to see little smatterings of blood on the fabric. It had coagulated by now. It'd still hurt for a few days of course. I was tough. I'd survive.

Riku had creeped down next to me again, I jumped when I felt his breath on my neck.
"Taking them off?" How seductive can you get??

"yeah, that's okay, right?"
"whatever you want to do."

"Okay." I pulled the knot a little and the fabric fell to my lap. Riku reached down and picked it up again, gently caressing my thigh in the process, which gave me the shivers. Was that intentional? Bastard.

"I wonder what I should do with this now?" he pondered to himself.

"Throw it away?"

"Yeah, I guess so." He strode over to a garbage can, and deposited the torn shirt.

"I'm getting cold," I whispered more to myself than him.

"You're the one wearing a shirt, Sora, be grateful." He had a point.

Even in the summer though, when night falls, the temperature drops, and for a boy as accustomed to indoor night weather as I am, I wasn't particularly fond of it's out-of-doors counterpart.
Dare I? I'd pay for it later but I might… just… want to… maybe be a little closer to someone so naturally warm. Just a little.

I scooted over.

"You are cold aren't you?"

I nodded.

"here," he said warmly. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, both his hands on my back, massaging me gently. It was so wrong, judging from what had already happened today. And yet… So very very right.

"mmmmm" A sound had escaped my throat. Only problem was that it sounded way too sexual for a friendship hug. Complete screw up number two.

I felt his heartbeat, as it was going much faster than average. Upon realizing this, mine began to increase. I prayed to God he didn't notice. I didn't want him… I didn't want him…

Seconds.

Minutes.

How much time had passed?

I didn't want to ask.

Too awkward.

Everything was too awkward.

I reached my hand up to brush the hair out of my eyes. I felt sweat forming on my brow. Meanwhile, his head was resting on my shoulder. His cheek, touching my neck. I was certain he felt my pulse as well. My rising temperature, my quickening pulse, while he held me, in the dark, far away from any other people, twenty minutes away from any bus… How right this must feel for him. For ALL the wrong reasons. Oh…

He stirred. His head lifted from my shoulder. His arms lowered down my back, more shivers. Was he getting up? His head went down. DOWN?? WHAT THE ()#^H%#(^)$??? …

"hmmmmm" He sighed slowly and rested his head in my lap. "I'm so exhausted."

What the hell.

Trying to keep a steady voice, I murmured: "Why?"

"because you wear me out."

"…"

He chucked to himself again. Rocking slowly against my legs,

Sending pulses of unwanted ecstasy up by whole body.

So very close to a very awkward place. Darn you.

I looked at him, his body took up the whole bench, his tennis shoes to his legs to his shorts to his belt to his torso to his head. He was something you see in a magazine, with airbrushing and Photoshop. Not real life. His serene visage, eyes closed, innocently…

Wait.

What the hell was he fantasizing about under this façade?

Good Lord.

My cheeks felt hot.

My neck was hot.

My everything was hot.

Too hot…

I felt it coming.

With him, so sexy, in my lap, it was so irrevocably hot that it…

I… couldn't help it.

Pressure was building up in my abdomen, I started getting hard. It felt good. Pulses of pleasure fueled by my teenage sex drive. Part of me was screaming: "Not now! Not while he's right there!" and another part was quietly whispering: "yes…. You know you want it."

My pants were getting tighter by the second. He was sure to feel it any moment.

Flashes of my options blasted through my subconscious.

I saw yelling, accusation on one side…

And I saw ecstasy, moaning on another… Gah! Nothing will do!

But, was this what I feared?

Or what I wanted?