Chapter Nineteen

Lee sat at his window, watching the snowstorm outside. It came down in thick sheets and he could hardly even see the road that was no more than fifty feet from his front door.

His Uncle must be having a blast. He had, after holding Lee for a while and declaring how horrid his grandfather was, had to take a few deep calming breaths and begun pacing. At the exact moment Lee was about to ask if they could go for a late jog, his uncle's lover had called and asked him to come over.

Lee had been all too happy to send his weeping uncle off to spend the night with his most special person, and his Uncle had been powerless beneath his acceptance and had left only seven minutes ago before the heavy storm.

It always took his Uncle 15 minutes to get to his lover's. If Lee was right, his uncle was having the time of his life struggling through the snow drifts in a spring jacket and spandex pants. And Lee meant that in a good way as well.

His doorbell rang and he stood to his feet, curious to who could be at his door this time of night. He checked his alarm clock to make certain he was right.

A guest at two in the morning? Something must be terribly wrong… Or there was another slumber party he had not been told of… He frowned at the thought and trotted down the stairs to his front door. He unlocked it and peeked around the heavy wood. His eyes widened and he thrust it wide open. "Gaara! You are soaked!… And bleeding!" There was a trickle of blood coming from his hairline over his temple.

He grabbed his boyfriend's hand and pulled him in, shutting the door behind him. "What happened, Gaara?" He dragged his boyfriend up the stairs to the bathroom, sitting the redhead down on the toilet as he grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around Gaara's head, rubbing furiously. "We have to get you dry! And then we must dress that wound. And then you must tell me what happened and why you are here- though I am very happy to see you."

He dried his hair and grabbed another towel, setting it down by Gaara and turning his back. "Could you please change out of your clothes? They are sodden and I do not want you to catch a cold." He waited.

Behind him, he heard clothes being shaken and the wet sliding sound of soaked, sticking fabrics being forced apart.

He felt him before he heard him. He peeked over his shoulder with one narrowed eye, ready to snap it shut at any moment if need be.

Both slid wide open and he flushed. His body turned with his head to ogle his boyfriend. "Gaara?"

The redhead stood directly behind him, completely naked. Lee's heart thundered and he could not stop his eyes from wandering. His chest was thick… Unblemished and pale with two small rosy buds. There were goose bumps risen over his upper torso…

The moment his gaze began to wander even further down, he forced himself to look up. Gaara was watching him watch him. Lee flushed deeper. "Gaara?" His voice cracked, but it was also full of concern.

His boyfriend stepped forward. One step… Two step… They were touching from chest to hip. Gaara looked as if he wanted to say something, but there was confusion in his narrowed eyes and his jaw worked though no words were spoken.

Lee waited, his own eyes searching from one grey/teal eye to the other. "What is wrong?" Naked bodies forgotten, if only because there was something about his boyfriend in this moment that frightened him. He was… uneasy. Gaara. On edge. A chilling prospect.

He laid a hand to Gaara's cheek, hissing when he felt how cold it was. "Gaara, how long have you been outside?" His hand snapped out to the towel rack and grabbed his own, draping it over Gaara's shoulders and rubbing a corner to each cheek.

Gaara blinked and it was like watching him come back into his body. Even if he was not aware of it, his body began shivering and Lee pressed as close as he could to try and warm him.

"… What time is it?" His voice graveled and was just above a whisper. Gaara looked around the bathroom, as if looking for the time himself.

Lee stroked back his soaked red locks, afeard. "It is just pass two in the morning… Why? Gaara, what happened?"

"I left Naruto's at six."

Lee tilted his head. "Okay…?"

"How long have I been here?"

Now Lee felt his heart thundering, but it wasn't out of lust anymore. He held Gaara's face between his hands and made the redhead look at him… Or through him, Lee wasn't quite certain when grey teal eyes finally went in his direction. "Gaara, you just got here a few minutes ago."

Gaara blinked slowly. Lee literally saw him come back to himself and it was like staring at a disapproving other instead of the lost boy just a moment ago. "Why are you in a relationship with me?"

Lee blinked, frowning as he tried to make that question make sense. His shoulders sagged as he realized what it was about. "Naruto told you?"

"Naruto told Sakura. He wasn't aware of me."

"Ah…" He ran the towel through Gaara's hair, drying it spike by spike and watching his progress. "How much do you know?" If it had been Sakura Naruto had been talking to, would he have said that Lee now knew who Gaara was?

"Enough." Gaara stared at him still.

"… How much is 'enough'?" Lee let the towel fall over Gaara's head to rub at his scalp.

"We have secrets."

"We should resolve those." Lee agreed, smiling just a little bit. "What is bothering you right now, though?"

"You have everything now. In one moment, your everything was threatened. You were nearly taken away…"

Lee swore he was glowing. Gaara cared that much? Tears swam in Lee's eyes. "Yes, but I am still here-"

"Because of me."

Lee blinked. Two tears slid down his cheeks, but nothing more as he frowned. "What?" He lifted the hem of the towel to look at Gaara from under it. Gaara met his eyes in the shadowed light. "Wait a moment, Gaara, are you blaming this on yourself?"

Gaara's arms came out slowly and enveloped Lee's waist, not pulling, not even holding, but just barely touching him. "He can't take you."

Lee wrapped an arm around his back and held just as lightly, still rubbing his hair with the other hand. "He can, Gaara, and that is the frightening part. But he did not take me and I like to focus on that instead of what could have happened. As a matter of fact, I do not think he will come back… Not when knowing who my friends are." He tried to laugh but it was a sad, snorting sound.

Gaara stared at him. "… I'm cold."

Lee felt tears well again, but they were not out of happiness. "I know, Gaara."

He dropped the towel around Gaara's shoulders, grabbing onto his wrists gently in the process. "Come on, Gaara… I think I can find something of Uncle Gai's for you to wear until your clothes are done in the laundry."

He ushered his boyfriend to his room, sitting the redhead down on the bed and dropping a towel over his lap before looking back down at him. Lee had boy clothes, true… Not many of them, but he did.

However, he had no shirt that would fit his boyfriend. He was taller than the redhead by possibly an inch or two, but he was thin as a twig. Gaara, however, was not. From shoulder to shoulder, he was big enough to make a quarterback frightened.

Luckily, so was his Uncle. On Gaara, his Uncle's clothes should actually be loose.

He hurried out of the room, jogging to the laundry room with Gaara's wet clothes in hand. He put them in the dryer and grabbed a pair of one of his own sweat pants and then snagged one of his Uncle's sweaters.

He ran back up the stairs and Gaara hadn't moved an inch. He approached him slowly, handing out the clothes to him. "Gaara, could you please put these on? It will help you get warmer faster, and it will make me more comfortable."

Gaara looked up to him from some spot on the floor. And then he looked to the clothes with absolutely no interest.

He reached out and grabbed Lee's wrist instead, jerking hard. Lee tripped and fell forward, guided by Gaara to land to the side of him on the bed. Gaara rolled over and Lee was looking up at his boyfriend as his boyfriend stared down at him. Gaara held onto his wrists on either side of his head and had one leg between Lee's thighs and the other to the right of his side.

His boyfriend… naked… over him….

Lee became scarlet in the face and squeaked pathetically, a delayed reaction of surprise. "Gaara? What are you doing?"

"You are mine." He made it a fact instead of an opinion. "He can not take you away, you are mine."

Lee's heart skipped a beat. "Gaara, we are not talking about a love rival, we are talking about my grandfather. You make it sound as if I could fall in love with him and leave you."

"He could make you leave. You have no legal ties here. He could take you back and break you." One hand came away from one wrist and a finger drifted over one cheek while the eyes focused on the other. "He's bruised you already and you were with him for no more than a few hours."

Lee smiled, though he felt no joy. "How much did Naruto tell you again?"

"Enough."

"Enough for what?"

"Enough."

Lee took his freed hand and petted red hair, slicking back the wet locks before they fell limply wild again. "Well, I am alright. I am here, and I am not leaving anytime soon." He leaned up, pressing his lips not to Gaara's, but to the corner of them. There was something far more intimate than the actual touch of lips; the lust that came with waiting. With knowing and loving.

He curled his leg around Gaara's hip and left butterfly kisses over his cheeks and nose, smiling softly. When their lips finally touched, something erupted. He moaned and electricity danced over their lips, making breathing so difficult and both their hearts thump and gallop in unison.

Lee tugged his other hand free and wrapped both around his shoulders, holding him as close to him as skin would allow. He arched his upper body up and whimpered when Gaara's guttural voice growled against his lips, making a shiver race down his spine and curl his tones. He wrapped both legs around Gaara's waist and held on for dear life, feeling cold bare skin against his naked legs. Boy shorts were not something entirely smart to wear on a cold day, but he was far too used to it to stop now. Even now.

Their tongues lolled and tied together, teeth met and nipped at each other. Lips became dark and bruised, but they meshed together anyway even when it hurt. Lee's eyes slid close, but Gaara kept his just barely open, studying everything, watching, speculating… wanting more.

He grabbed Lee's one hip and pushed it back against him, working on some feral instinct that demanded he be flamboyant with his want, that he show Lee what he was in for. That he tease his lover.

Lee gasped and arched into his hand and therefore against his erection. Lee groaned and his nails dug into the back of Gaara's neck as his boyfriend's unclothed erection pushed against his own clad one. He wiggled and undulated, but there was nothing he could do to break the tension that was now an iron knot in his belly; it all only made it worse.

He bucked his hips and pushed onto his other shoulder, overcoming Gaara to sit on his lap. He sat up and all but purred as he looked down at his predator/prey. Gaara held his hips in two steely hands and Lee stroked his hands over Gaara's chest, rubbing it in places where it felt colder than everywhere else. He squirmed and this time it was on purpose. Gaara's hips bucked up against the crease of his buttocks and Lee bent over him to keep his lips. He moaned when Gaara not only met his lips, but devoured them. Lee felt himself falling… falling…. falling…

"Gaara, please!" He clawed at Gaara's back, leaving behind long red welts. "Now! Tonight!" He attacked Gaara's lips, feeling teeth bite behind them with how hard he clapped their mouths together. "Oh, Gaara…" He squeezed his thighs and grated his hips down, whimpering at the feeling of Gaara so very close to him, feeling Gaara with so much euphoria.

Gaara turned them again, leaving hot, open mouth kisses down from Lee's lips to his jaw to his pulse to his collarbone to his chest to one nipple. He suckled and bit and all but tried to consume it. Through Lee's nightshirt, that was an amazing, unbeatable feeling. He cried out and jutted his chest into Gaara's mouth, rubbing his leg from Gaara's side to his hip and then back again. "Gaara, Gaara, Gaara, Gaara… Nngh!" He bit on the knuckles of one hand and the other clenched into his bed sheets.

The sweatpants and sweater fell to the floor, forgotten.

Lee balanced on his shoulders and flexed his lower muscles, gasping for air as their nether regions grinded against each other.

Gaara switched to the other nipple and palmed the other, his other hand urging Lee to thrust harder even as he slogged his own hips down harder. Gaara pulled away for only a moment and that was to scrutinize Lee's shirt.

Lee, eyes dazed, lips swollen, body heaving, did not understand why until Gaara grabbed one lapel of it the pajama top. Lee moaned before he could try and curb his boyfriend. "G-Gaara, nooooo-" Yet he did not put up much of a fight when his shirt was ripped in two, buttons flying every which way. Lee turned his head to bite onto his own knuckles, whimpering deep in his chest as he spread his legs wide and pushed up against Gaara again.

His chest bare, Gaara's tongue scolded his skin as it dipped between each rib, all the more visible with each deep, shaky intake of breath Lee took. Lee dragged his fingers through his hair and giggled when Gaara nibbled on one particularly ticklish spot. "Gaara!" He wiggled and the giggle turned into a full out laugh as Gaara tormented the sensitive nerves. "That tickles!" He squirmed and trailed his fingers in circles over Gaara's shoulder blades. "I thought we were going to make each other moan, not laugh!" Gaara bit down on the spot and Lee squealed before erupting into even louder laughter, tears building in the corner of his eyes.

Laughter turned into a boisterous cry as Gaara twisted his head and bit down on a rib bone. His hands pulled at Gaara's hair and he groaned. "G-Gaara!" He whined.

Gaara looked back up at him and his eyes were so fixated and bestial, Lee shivered all over. Gaara sat up and drag Lee with him. Sitting on his knees, he pulled Lee into his lap and drove his hips up against him. Lee's head fell back and Gaara's dropped to rest in the junction of Lee's shoulder. Lee kissed the side of his face, dropping his hips against Gaara in time of Gaara pushing up against him.

"Gaara… Ooooohhhh… You make me feel so good, Gaara…" Lee licked the shell of his ear, his cheeks a bright, deep scarlet. "Gaara…" He clenched Gaara's shoulders in each hand and it was like that rainstorm months ago. A dance more intimate than a dance, but so harmonious and pulsing to be anything else.

Lee gasped and groaned and it was like a song to go with their rhythm. "G-Gaara! I am… so close!" Gaara pushed his arms away and pulled the remnants of his nightshirt off of him at the same time. It fell to the bed and Gaara licked from Lee's collarbone over his shoulder and then lifted his arm to nip at the inside of his elbow. Lee laid his head down on Gaara's shoulder, keeping a rough, fast tempo as he bounced up and down.

"G-Gaar-aaaaa… Wan'em off!" He was talking about his shorts. He wanted to feel Gaara skin to skin!

Gaara dropped him onto the bed again, crawling backwards off of it with his hands in the elastic waistband of Lee's shorts. They slid down Lee's endless legs with every inch Gaara pulled back. Lee balanced on his upper back when his shorts reached his knees, pulling his legs back so that they would come off faster. His breath stuck in his throat as Gaara dropped his head and followed the shorts down his legs.

They came off and Gaara was sucking around his ankle, his other hand not holding his calf caressing the underside of his thigh. "Gaara… Wanna touch too!" Lee wigged furiously until Gaara draped himself over Lee again, clashing lips and tongues as their hands traveled.

Lee was not unmarred and yet Lee was flabbergasted to realize that… neither was Gaara. His hands trailed, mapped, tracked each scar he felt across Gaara's back. Mouth wide open, he searched his boyfriend's eyes again. "Gaara…?" What happened to his most special person!

Gaara shook his head and captured his lips again. "Father." It was all he said and then he was tracing Lee's own scars. Unlike Gaara's, they were not limited to his back. They snaked over the back of his legs, the soles of his feet, over his shoulders, and some over his chest. His grandfather had been smart to know where most would not look but some of the students at Sound had not been so.

Gaara didn't ask. He knew. He dipped his head and kissed each, a gentle touch that made Lee want to cry and beg for more in the same moment. Lee fell against the bed and watched him, biting his bottom lip and smiling a little. He was going to have his turn… and then he was going to cherish each of Gaara's scars as well!

Lee rested both hands above his head, staring down at the crown of Gaara's head as he followed one particularly wicked scar down. That day, Kimimaro had caught him off guard, and that was what it had cost him. Now, Gaara bathed it with his tongue and kissed it with so much care and adoration…

Gaara stalked back up his body and wrested with Lee's mouth, their lips aching and sensitive, thick and blushed. Lee smiled as he kissed back softly, resting a hand to one of Gaara's shoulders and kneading it… right before he rolled away from him, yelping once when his erection pushed against the bed and then smirking, balanced on both hands and knees. He put both hands to Gaara's shoulders and pushed his chest to the bed. "My turn, Gaara…" His mouth descended and he doted on each and every scar. There were 16 in all and each ranged from the length of his forearm to stretch from one shoulder to the opposite hip. Gaara had not only been beaten, he had been tortured.

It was two minutes before Gaara snapped an arm out and swept Lee beneath it to press half of his chest to Gaara's. "Lee, lubrication."

Lee blinked for a moment, his chest shuttering with each breath and his hips swiveling even though there was nothing to meet him. His eyes widened when the meaning behind Gaara's words finally broke through his foggy mind.

Sex. They were going to make love! Actual intercourse! Penetration!

Lee sat up, shifting to his hands and knees again to reach his bedside drawer where a hand lotion bottle rested next to his lamp. He gasped and groaned when Gaara took advantage of his position to be attentive to his buttocks. Lee felt a chunk of his own flesh engulfed by heat and fire and a rough, hard damp tongue bathed it. He yelped when Gaara bit down, looking at his boyfriend over his shoulder. "Gaaaraaa!" He grabbed the hand lotion and tried to shimmy away from Gaara.

"Gaara, please… This is our first time… And I want it to be unforgettable…" He smiled back at Gaara as the redhead allowed him to slip out of his one arm and his mouth.

Alone with himself now (in a sense, anyway), Lee stared down at the hand lotion and then to his opposite hand. He was the average teenage boy… He had had wet dreams and he had masturbated… but he had never penetrated himself. For him, that was his special thing to give away. Now, he just did not know what to do. Did he turn away from Gaara and prepare himself? Does he just prepare himself with his back to Gaara so he could watch? Does he let Gaara do it for him?

He was so confused and yet Gaara never changed expression as he stared at him. "Let me watch."

Lee looked at Gaara with wide eyes. "What?" He whispered.

Gaara met his eyes and his tongue dragged over his upper lip. Between his legs, Lee could see his erection actually throbbing. His throat went dry and he started bouncing his hips again, trying to find something to sustain himself on.

"Let me watch. I want to see you stretch yourself open for me." Lee bit his bottom lip and stood on his knees. He eyed Gaara for a moment, turning impossibly red as he did so. To begin with, he coated three fingers with the lotion and reached behind himself, his back to Gaara so that he saw everything. His heart was beating at an unhealthily fast rate in his chest, but he would not stop.

They should have begun smaller. Hand jobs. Oral jobs. Digital penetration… Yet the fire of youth was burning far too bright!

He poked at his orifice with one finger, pushing it in gently at first. He wiggled a little and hissed low in his throat at the uncomfortable sensation. Not painful, but not the greatest feeling either. He took his hand back and slathered them in lotion before rubbing a finger around the orifice first.

Amazingly, it made a world of difference. One finger slid in and it was almost effortless. His mouth gaped open and his back arched out as he plunged just that one finger in and out of himself. A minute or so later, whining low in his throat, he added a second. It was a little more awkward and he had to twist them a bit to find the right angle to come in at. He gasped and his tempo increased.

"Nnnn- Ngh! Gaara! It hurts!" It wasn't a complaint; it wasn't his fingers that hurt. Something inside of him that had been coiling tightly felt as if was tearing, making him pulse front and back and he plunged down hard on the two fingers. He added a third, whimpering loudly as he didn't give himself time to get used to it and merely dropped down onto them. He cried out and gave Gaara a desperate, needy look over his shoulder.

"Gaara, please! Now! I can not take any more! Please! Please!"

"No."

Lee whimpered. "Why?"

Gaara was watching him work himself over more than him. "This is our first time. I don't want you to hurt."

Lee took his fingers out of himself and rested his head down onto his forearms. "Than check for yourself… Please, Gaara…" His 'youth juice' as his Uncle had once called it during a very, very awkward conversation, was going to be coming whether Gaara penetrated him or not!

Gaara blinked, as if that had been the last thing he had expected, and then he did come to Lee. He kneeled behind him. His hands went out and he coated four fingers in the hand lotion. He grabbed one ass cheek and pulled it away from the other, studying Lee's gaping entrance for one critical moment. Already, the muscles were tightening. He teased one finger in, feeling Lee squeeze hungrily around him. And then he shoved the other three in.

Lee threw his head back and screamed, pushing himself back onto Gaara even as he bit his lip and winced. "Too fast, Gaara! Please, a little slower…"

Gaara did so instantly. His fingers inched back and forth until Lee was sobbing. Just one more touch and he was done for! If he did not orgasm soon, he was going to die! He was going to burst into dozens of thousands of tiny pieces and then he was going to die! "Gaaaaaaarrrrraaaaaa! So close! M'not gonna make it!"

Gaara leaned over him and kissed his shoulder. "Ready?"

Lee nodded fervently. "Yosh! Now, Gaara! Oh, please, now…" He felt the head of Gaara's erection against him, felt his teeth touch his shoulder… and that was it.

In the moment Gaara slid into him, one fluid thrust that only placed half of his erection into Lee's tight butt, Lee had experienced his first explosive orgasm. He screamed as his head dropped down onto his bed and he bit the bedcovers. He came in one long burst after another, ejaculating over his bed.

There was a pause over him. Gaara began to actually back out of him and Lee whined low in his throat, feeling complete and numb and hot. He clenched his inner muscles around his boyfriend… lover. "No, Gaara… Cum." His body felt like jello, but he pushed back onto Gaara anyway. In his boneless state, he felt Gaara slowly begin to meet each push with a thrust. When he felt skin against the curve of his butt, Gaara's teeth digging into his shoulder and a growl on his lover's lips, he was in bliss.

As Gaara continued loving him, Lee felt the aftershocks turn into something more intense… The fire being rekindled and it began burning brighter than before. He moaned and the sound vibrated with each of Gaara's thrusts. It was the… strangest and yet greatest feeling ever. His body dragged at Gaara's erection, grappling it deeper and only reluctantly attempting to push him back out. Gaara plunged deep and it struck something in him that made him cry out.

His hands twisted into the bed covers and his body writhes. "There! Gaara, please, there!" He struck there… Time and time and time and so many times over again.

Lee didn't even have air to scream with as he came a second time, harder than the first and with tears in the corner of his eyes. Gaara's teeth broke the skin of his shoulder and his hips pumped so hard, Lee cried out again just for that one plunge. The bed jerked and he felt his insides being bathed by a liquid heat.

They panted, Gaara's heart a drum against his back and Lee's own heart a hummingbird in his chest. "Gaara…" It was a sleepy mumble.

Gaara slid out of him, making them both groan and Lee clawed weakly at the bedcovers. He fell onto his back and Lee wiggled languidly to press into his side. "… That was amazing…" Short and intense and all new, but that was what first times were about. It was acting on instinct and examples and then experiencing it all with awe and astonishment.

Gaara said nothing, only resting his chin over Lee's head and sighing deeply, contently. His heart had calmed and now it was a peaceful beat in his chest. Lee petted his hairless chest with his fingertips, tracing random designs over it. "Gaara?"

"Mm?"

Lee draped a leg over Gaara's and petted a thumb over his bottom lip, feeling proud and smug with how sore it looked. Lee ran his tongue over his own bottom lip and had to admit his own felt sore. It was an amazing feeling.

"Are you sleepy now?"

"Mm."

Lee smiled, turning his face up to nuzzle Gaara's jaw. "Good… Sleep with me?"

Gaara didn't answer. He held Lee close to him and kissed his temple. Lee glowed, even when just seconds away from sleep. "Thank you, Gaara… Gaara?" Nothing, but Lee was aware on some level that Gaara was listening. "You are warm now…" And promptly fell asleep, exhausted and happy.