Sorry about not posting last week. To make up for it, you get two chapters today!

Warning: Yaoi. Lime, I guess.

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The next day, it almost wasn't awkward. This was more due to the fact that neither of us mentioned the incident (at first) rather than that we were both okay with it.

I spotted Edward before he spotted me. I jumped down from the tree and landed in front of him.

"Hey." I said casually.

"Hi." He replied.

"So, ready to train today?" I asked.

"I am." He said. The exchange was short, but that's how we usually kept it. Conversely, the training was long, as we usually kept it.

Again, night fell before we were done.

"Oh, no." Edward said as we gathered sticks and logs for the fire. "I forgot the glove."

I contemplated using my fire-style jutsu. Usually I aimed for huge blows when I used it, but maybe I could use only a small amount. I did have good control over my chakra, after all.

"I could try lighting it." I said.

"How?" He asked. He didn't know about my fire-style jutsu. I never used it during training.

"Ninja secret." I said. We had finished setting up the fire spot by that time. "Just stand back." I warned him, as he had to me with the glove.

Rather than gather all my strength, as I usually did, I gathered a small amount of chakra and quickly blew. A little fire burst out; it was just enough to light our fire.

"Whoa!" Edward exclaimed. "How'd you do that??"

I smiled—rather smugly, I'll admit—and told him, "It's an inheritance from my clan."

"It's impressive." Edward said.

With nothing left to say on the matter, we both sat down. Once again, we sat on one log. Instinctively, we both seemed to know that it was time to talk about what happened the other day.

This is where the day got awkward.

"So…about the other day…" I started, because I knew one of us had to say something; it might as well have been me.

Edward looked up at me suddenly with determined eyes. It was clear that he had taken yesterday to think about it too. Without breaking eye contact, he flipped one leg over to log, so he was sitting on it saddle-style and completely facing me. I felt pressured to do the same, and so I did. We were now facing each other head on.

"I need to know something before you go any further." Edward started. "I need to know: was it a onetime thing?" I was taken aback by his question. I hadn't even considered that. His tone of voice left me no hint as to whether he wanted it to be a onetime thing or not. He continued, "Furthermore, if it was for that one time, why me? Or if it was not, why did you deny being gay in the first place?"

The last question I could answer. "I didn't know that I was." I said. "Edward, I've never liked anyone before in my life."

"I figured that one." Edward said. "So, you do like me then."

I felt myself blush heavily and looked to the ground.

"That blush counts as a yes, which means that you probably do want it to be more than a onetime thing." Edward paused, and I felt shame rising in me. There is no way he likes me back. I thought, not when he's talking like this. "Well."—Edward moved closer to me, so I could feel his breath in my ear—"Good, because I do too."

Relief flooded through me, and I let out a huge sigh to show it. I pulled my head back a little to see a smirk on Edward's face. He knew he had been stringing me along. Frustrated at him, I wiped the smirk off his face in the best way that seemed possible at the time: I kissed him.

He kissed back immediately and passionately. I felt his hand move to my thigh, midway between my knee and crotch as he leaned forward.

A few minutes into the kissing, I felt Edward move his hand up further, and I knew he was able to feel that I was already hard. Smoothly, he began to stroke back and forth over the erection. It felt amazing, even through my shorts. I broke the kiss and leaned forward, gasping. My head came to a rest on his shoulder. I let out a rough moan. He began to stroke faster as I breathed harder and faster, suppressing moans for a reason I didn't know. It wasn't like anyone was around besides the very boy giving me a reason to moan.

Somehow, Edward managed to slip his hand into my shorts without me noticing. I felt his smooth hands over my erection and it turned me on even further. Shortly after his hand had entered my shorts, my pleasure reached a peak, and I embarrassed myself by coming in my shorts. Edward sensed my orgasm and pulled his hand slowly out of my shorts, letting his fingers trail over my still-present erection. I almost came again because of it.

Instantly a fear entered my mind: did I get any cum on him? I quickly looked and saw that I did not.

I looked up to meet his eyes and blushed. The short-lived embarrassment that I had felt during my climax returned, though I knew not why. This is what Edward wanted, but maybe I was embarrassed for being so fast to climax. I looked down and felt my blush go up another level. There was a wet spot on my shorts from my cum.

I almost felt a need to apologize, but held back. This wasn't a time for talking. This was a time for getting even. I was going to do to Edward exactly what he had done to me. No, I was going to do better.

In a smooth movement, I slid off the log and got on my knees. I took Edward's leg from the other side of the log and moved it to the side I was on. Once again, he was facing me. I looked up at him with determined eyes, and he looked down at me with uncertain ones. He wasn't entirely sure of what I was doing, I could tell.

Doing my best to seem almost casual, I spread his legs and undid his zipper. His erection burst free like a flower that had been buried in dirt, but was still determined to stand again.

With the time I spent pursing my lips, I was certain that the muscles were strong. With this one last reassurance, I leaned down and took Edward's shaft in my mouth.

Considering I was a beginner, I did my best to make the oral sex good. I went so far as to hum, which I had heard feels good from Kakashi-sensei's dirty book. I was glad to heard Edward breathing heavily in the same way I had been. He moaned more than I did, however, though he did keep it quiet. Maybe it wasn't just me that felt a need to suppress the moans. I was glad he didn't press down on my head as I had heard of so many guys doing to girls. Instead he leaned back as much as he could and enjoyed it. Suddenly, his body tensed and then shook as he came in my mouth. The fluid shot into the back of my throat. Instantly, I swallowed it.

I withdrew my head, trying to lightly graze his erection with my lips as he had done to mine with his fingers. He took in a sharp breath. I smiled up at him, bordering on a smirk. I won.