So sorry for the delay. I've had a really busy time, but this story's been in my head pretty much the entire time. I realize this chapter is a bit, uhm, more intense than the previous three, so I figured a small warning would be appropriate!
Warning: M-rated.
Rick had never kissed anyone like this. This was completely different from that dreadful kiss he'd had at that party all those years ago with that girl, Berta. With her, he had been constantly worrying about what to do with his tongue (did you move it up, down, or even… around?), where to leave his hands, what he smelled like or what his hair looked like.
Right now though, he wasn't thinking about anything. All the negative thoughts, objections and complaints in his mind had been silenced. All he registered now were lips, tongue, the cool metal of Vyvyan's nose ring against his skin and his body next to him in the small bed. He didn't think about the fact that he was making out with the person he usually loathed. He didn't notice he was clutching Vyvyan's shirt so hard he was almost tearing it. He didn't even notice that he was running out of breath. Breathing was a waste of time, anyway.
It wasn't until Vyvyan took off his jacket and tossed it beside the bed that Rick snapped back to reality. Suddenly, this whole thing felt wrong. He couldn't be doing this. This was insane. He needed to stop.
"Wait! Stop, stop," he panted. He didn't know why, just that he needed to get out of the bed. He was in such a hurry to do that he almost rolled out of it, making a pretty hard smack on the floor. Quickly he jumped to his feet, backing away slightly, putting some distance between him and the punk.
Vyvyan switched on his bedside light, moved down to the edge of the bed and squinted his eyes at him in surprise. "What's the problem?"
Rick needed a moment to collect his thoughts. "The problem, Vyvyan, is that this… this is completely intolerable, and we can't do this."
"Why not?" He sounded genuinely curious.
"Well because… I'm Wick, and you're Vyvyan! We're supposed to hate each other, not stick our tongues down each other's throats! What are we going to do next, touch each other's bottoms? And I'm a heterosexual, anyway."
"You're as gay as a bloody unicorn on a bloody rainbow!" Vyvyan yelled.
Was he? Vyvyan had called him a poof and a girl countless times, but to have the word 'gay' being directed at him made him a little uncomfortable. Of course, being as open-minded as he was, he had nothing against gays. It was just that he wasn't one. He was far too much of a stunning ladies man to be gay. Not that he'd ever been with a girl. But he bloody would. He would be with loads of girls in the future. That girl this morning may not have been the woman he lost his virginity to, but out of all the beds in the house to sleep in, she had picked his, hadn't she? Surely that must have meant something. Also, wearing dresses sometimes didn't make him gay. It was hardly his fault he looked so pretty in them. Vyvyan was probably just jealous.
Besides, he liked girls…. didn't he? He dreamed about them, sometimes. He'd always imagined he'd have tons of them once he'd become famous as a poet. Breasts were still repulsive, though.
"I am NOT!" he yelled.
"Okay, Rick," Vyvyan said. "Why have you got a stiffy, then?"
Rick looked down at himself and realized two things. One: he was still wearing the stupid sign (he'd completely forgotten about it). Two: he really did have a stiffy. Suddenly he felt horribly exposed in just his bathrobe and his Y-fronts and tried to cover himself up a little.
"Oh, blimey!" he said, trying to sound surprised. "It's pwobably still like that from this morning when that woman was lying in my bed. It must be in pretty good shape, then!" A little oink escaped him.
Vyvyan just sighed. "Look," he said in a tone soft for Vyvyan's standards, which still wasn't very soft. "We don't have to do anything you don't want. We don't have to do it up the arse if you don't want that. I'm sure there's plenty of other things we can do."
Rick stared at his housemate. He didn't know what to be more confused about: Vyvyan's unusual niceness, or the realization that his punk housemate actually wasn't horrible to look at.
It wasn't often he saw him without his Very Metal jacket, and the thought that he'd taken it off for him was strangely exciting. He didn't look all that unattractive, if you ignored his stupid hair, nose ring and those atrocious studs on his forehead. Kissing him hadn't been terrible, either. He supposed it couldn't hurt to do those 'other things' with him for just one night. No one had to know. It could be his dirty little secret, a tiny blemish on the otherwise fabulous life of the People's Poet that awaited him. The idea made him feel a bit shaky in the legs, though.
"W-weally?"
Rick walked back over to the bed and sat down next to him. The sleeve of his bathrobe brushed Vyvyan's bare arm lightly. "What are some of the… things… we could do?" he asked nervously.
"Well I suppose we could wank each other off," Vyvyan said. Well, he certainly didn't beat around the bush.
"Oh. I see," Rick said stupidly. "And how exactly do we go about that?"
"It's quite simple, really. I'll show you." He started to undo his belt.
"Shouldn't we, uhm… kiss… first?" His tongue felt like it was made out of cardboard, his usual wit being lost somewhere in the confused jumble that was his thoughts.
Vyvyan looked up from his pants.
"If that's what you want."
Their second kiss was much messier and a little bit wet. Rick didn't mind it; he was feeling too light in his head to be worrying about the amount of saliva they were exchanging. After kissing for maybe a minute, he stretched out his arm and turned off the bed light.
"Why'd you turn the bloody light off?" Vyvyan asked.
"Can we just… keep it off?"
This way, he didn't actually have to see Vyvyan taking off his pants. It was probably best not to get too attached to each other's naked body parts. That kind of thing was for sissies. The dark also gave him a feeling of secrecy, which was what this whole thing was: a secret. He'd never had a real secret before, and he enjoyed the feeling of it.
"Fine," Vyvyan said, sounding a bit grumpy, but probably not wanting to start a fight right now.
There was a lot of rustling of clothes and clumsy hands. Rick had already changed into his bathrobe before dinner (he preferred wearing a bathrobe in the evenings because he thought it made him look sophisticated), but Vyvyan still had to wiggle down his jeans. Much to his surprise, he also took off the cardboard sign and threw it away.
"It'll only get in the bloody way", Vyvyan explained.
Heart beating rapidly, Rick nervously slid down his own underpants. He lay in nervous anticipation for a few seconds. Then, he felt Vyv's hand. It felt both strange and normal at the same time. It was just skin touching skin, when you thought about it. The place just happened to be a bit more intimate. He'd touched himself there a few times before, so he sort of knew what it felt like, but still. This was not his own hand. Vyv started moving up and down slowly. Rick closed his eyes. It took a fair amount of self-control not to gasp, and he tried to steady his breathing. Gasping and breathing too hard would make him look like a complete fool.
"Go on then," Vyvyan said. "Take mine."
As soon as Rick realized what Vyvyan wanted, his first response was to panic, but he couldn't walk away now. So he clumsily grabbed Vyvyan's, which was almost poking his stomach by this point. He had no clue on how to do this, but he didn't exactly have the time to contemplate right now. He had to do something. So he just mimicked Vyvyan's movements, tried to follow his rhythm and hoped it would do some good. Judging from Vyvyan's responses though, it appeared he was doing something right.
It was hard to focus on his own hand moving with Vyvyan's doing the same thing to him. His arm started to get tired, but he was determined not to stop. He felt a little less weird and a little more aroused with each stroke.
Then, at some point, he stopped paying attention his breathing. All he knew, as he lay spasming beside Vyvyan, was that his body was in the biggest state of arousal it had ever been in.
"Oh Vyv… Vyvyan…"
That was it. He'd felt it coming for a few seconds, but now he couldn't hold it back any longer. It was a huge mess, but he didn't care. He didn't even care when Vyvyan went and made an even bigger mess of it. It was only after they'd lain panting for half a minute that he realized his bathrobe was all sticky.
"Oh gweat, now I'm all filthy," he complained.
"Uh, right," Vyvyan said. "Let me clean that up."
He grabbed his sleeping shirt from the floor, used it to wipe them off and tossed it back onto the floor.
"That's disgusting, Vyvyan, you're such a pig." Ah, he found his wit again.
"Oh SHUT up".
Rick pulled the sheets over himself. "Just to be clear, this was one-time, meaningless sex and I don't intend on doing it again."
He felt guilty as soon as he said it. What was happening to him? The fact that his first sexual experience had been with Vyvyan, of all people, was mental enough. Now he was starting to feel guilty about insulting him? It couldn't get more potty than that.
"Whatever, virgin. I liked it," Vyvyan answered.
They tried to make themselves comfortable on the far-too-narrow bed, and managed to find a position with Vyvyan half against the wall. It was far from comfortable, especially since they did everything they could to avoid touching, but it was nice not sleeping alone. He could admit that much to himself in the darkness of the bedroom. It stayed quiet for a long time. Rick actually thought his housemate had dozed off when he suddenly said something. It was more like sleep-drunk muttering, actually, but he could hear him loud and clear.
"You know, Rick… I don't actually hate you, you know. Don't get me wrong, I still think you're a bloody girl. But I don't hate you."
Rick didn't move, pretending to be asleep. For some reason, Vyvyan's words felt important. But that was a silly thought. It didn't mean anything. He'd only said he didn't hate him. There was nothing big about those words.
These thoughts he'd been having were stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Better just to forget about all of it. Besides, he had a poetry lecture tomorrow. He fell asleep trying not to touch Vyvyan's chest.
