~ August 18, 2002 ~
Page: Something incredible and creepy happened. I was surfing through the channels on TV and I caught Andrea Bocelli doing a concert on KPBS. It was AMAZING! The program was called Andrea Bocelli: Homecoming and it was taped at this beautiful place on the water called Torre del Lago Puchinni in Tuscany. I can't even explain it. He's the most talented tenor. I know this story just uses him as a background but I thought that I'd share my little run in. J
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~ Part 6 ~
" Heero," I hissed.
I wanted more. God did I ever, but this was wrong. Not here. Not like this. I half wanted that special time; special place that every girl wants when she's going to do something so intimate with someone she loves, for the first time. Then I thought better of it as I felt Heero start fidgeting with the zipper of my pants. Man, what was it? It was really messing up the moment.
" Heero. We're at an opera." I said, tossing my head back. He'd started up a rhythm with his hand on me and it was difficult to even attempt to push him away. He looked at me as if to ask if I was serious, then smiled haughtily and kissed me hot enough to make me forget the reason I was asking in the first place.
" Are you sure you want me to?" Heero huffed, as his lips teased mine.
I didn't have time to answer him because his mouth was on mine and his hand was tweaking a nipple. He was acting so possessive and forceful and I had to admit, it was turning me on even more. I think Heero knew because he smiled and grasped my dick even harder.
Things were getting so hot and heavy and I was so bewildered by the whole situation. Like I said, this was what I wanted. I just wasn't sure I was comfortable doing it at an opera.
I shot out my hand against Heero's chest, pushing him hard enough against sofa, that he "oofed". I stood up, hair frazzled and brain scattered. As I walked awkwardly around the couch to keep my distance from Heero, he eyed me hungrily. My own eyes widened when he got up and began coming toward me unbuttoning his dress shirt and throwing his tie off to the side.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out before I ripped my clothes off and told Heero to fuck me dead. I knew Heero was quick… quicker than I was. I knew he'd undoubtedly catch me, no sweat. So I figured, I had to use my mouth and use it well.
"Stay! Just stay there!" I shouted over the music, holding a hand out.
He gave me a feral smile.
"Heero, I mean it, oh god, this is freaking me out! You just need to stop so… so I can get myself together." I rambled out, shifting.
I was completely backed into the wall as Heero came closer still. He knew my feelings about this; he just couldn't contain himself I guess. He knew I was confused and as I looked at his eyes and the gleam in them, I knew that that's what he was basking in the most.
He suddenly came fast at me, his arms going for the wall on either side of my head, I presume to trap me. I did the quick duck move under one of his arms and neared the balcony. I thought I had a few more seconds to gather my strewn thoughts, but I felt a hand come along my waist and push me against the balcony. Once again I was trapped and this time I couldn't do anything but feel. My now extremely hard cock was against the banister, popping out of my open zipper and Heero's tongue was on my neck. Oh no. I had not one lingering thought that crossed my mind when I felt his matching dick grind into my ass. No no no… not one thought.
My infatuation was suddenly mine, I had never been so completely turned on my life, I was probably going to get fucked at an opera… an opera…why was I at the opera again? I sucked in a breath as Heero yanked down my slacks. He stripped me of my shirt as well and pressed his open chest to my back.
I closed my eyes. The music in the background was slowly fading in. It was sweet sounding and I smiled. Quatre was right. This Bocelli fellow was pretty good. Quatre… I'm here for him… I 'm doing this for him. I abruptly felt ashamed and angry with myself for letting what was happening happen. I wasn't doing what was right as a friend. I was supposed to be over on the sofa, either asleep in boredom or enthralled in the Italian tenor. But here I was… and regardless that Heero was finally doing what I've always wanted him to do to me, if he really wanted me, he'd have to wait.
I turned swiftly to face Heero, my back pressed into rail.
"You need to stop Heero." I said seriously, trying to ignore the way my free cock rubbed against his jean-clad one.
He looked at me to see just how serious I was.
"I mean it."
He backed off, leaving a small space between us. "Why?"
I swiveled back around to face the stage with the gray-haired man singing his heart out. "I'm here for Quatre. He can't be here… because of Trowa. I feel bad for what were doing, using the present he gave for my own selfish wants."
Heero came up behind my naked form. I was thankful for the darkness, it would be very embarrassing to have someone look up and see me in all my nude glory. I took a deep breath as his body pressed to mine. Well, he didn't hate me… that was a good sign.
He played with the tip of my braid, "I had a feeling you'd feel that way."
"What?"
"Duo," he said, picking up the binoculars and smirking, "look down to second row center."
I took the binoculars from his hands and did as he said. What I saw surprised me so much I almost fell over. There, second row center, was an unmistakable blond Arab with his one and only uni-banged boyfriend. What?? What was this? I was played, tricked, manipulated. I watched tentatively and a hand came up and without turning around, the little sneaky blond shook his hand in a wave.
Gundam pilot instinct was the only reason I could think of that could explain how Quatre knew I was watching him. I continued to try and figure the whole situation out, but I dropped the binoculars down below as I felt Heero's hot velvety cock rub along the crease of my ass. I shivered deep, I sure hope that the person I dropped them on wasn't hurt and I sure hope what Heero would explain himself.
I decided to voice my thought. "Heero, not that I'm not enjoying this, but explain yourself."
Heero spread my cheeks and let his fingers play along my entrance. "Later. Is it okay now? He's here."
I didn't say anything… my mind was still racing and now even more so that Heero's hands and cock were on me. I felt Heero get down on his knees behind me and spread me. What was…he wasn't… was he? I widened my legs further apart.
"I need you to say it." He demanded, biting my butt playfully.
I groaned.
"Yes." I hissed, as his breath was hot on my puckered entrance.
This opera is turning out rather well…
~ End part 6 ~
Note: Haaaa… done finally. I really struggled writing this chapter. I don't know why. Please review it and tell me whether you dug it or not. I know I cut it off at a yummy part, but you'll just have to review if you want the last chapter. It'll be good. One more chapter… Thank you for all the reviews. I'm really happy with them. - PK