Disclaimer: I do not own any of the KH characters. If I did, Riku and Sora would be acting out this story against their will with my enjoyment in mind, again, with guards pointing m80's at their head so they cannot escape!! No, im kidding, im not that brutal… maybe 9mm shotguns… JK, the most I'd do is blushes things involving handcuffs, maybe, but nothing drastic… BACK TO THE DISCLAIMER! I also do not own any of these brands of coffee that I am mentioning, although I make a damn fine cup of cappuccino! laughs, takes a sedative AGAIN, I do own any outfits that I mention! Anything creative (descriptions of housing, towns, clothing, hairstyles, cosmetics, and rooms) are probably all mine. If not, I will say so. And I DO OWN SAIKO!

Saiko: STOP YOUR MINDLESS RAMBLINGS AND WRITE, BITCH!

Kyo: slaps Saiko You DON'T talk to a lady like that… growl

Saiko: hugs Kyo, Kyo smirks Im sowwy…

Ahem… On with the madness…

Okay, this chapter focuses a little more on Riku-kun's thoughts about Sora. Some of his thoughts MAY satisfy all you shounen-ai fan girls/yaoi boys… MAYBE… I didn't say they will! I dunno, maybe SOME fluff… could "some" be an understatement? Dammit, just read!

Chapter 2: Café Latte

This chapter is named such because Café Lattes are smooth and do not create a tense atmosphere, yet have a hidden bittersweet taste. Perhaps, in my eyes, one of the most romantic drinks I've ever tasted .

Watching Sora enjoy the rest of my beverage was probably the best thing I had experienced all day… Mostly because of the pictures it made in my head. Ones of me kissing him to taste the rest of the sweet, warm coffee, licking anything that dripped off onto his neck, and other images that I wish not to bore you with, and just watched as he finished without speaking.

As he finished, I was a little surprised at myself for having such thoughts about the boy, and shook my head, but immediately thought, 'You know you have feelings for him, why deny it?' 'fine, fine,' I said to myself, then laughed out loud at my sudden wave of schizophrenia. Sora looked at me and smiled. "What's so funny?" he asked, cutely, bringing the Macchiato away from his soft lips. author is drooling

"Nothing, just thinking about..." I tried to be quick to recover, and in the process remained to keep my stern, pushy composure, "What would happen if you dropped that and burned yourself…" author does a face palm Even though I would hate Sora to have stained his red "I want a pony" Ford mustang t-shirt (a/n: my favorite shirt! 3 sorry, I had to XD), it was still an interesting thought…

His smile widened, "That would entertain you wouldn't it?" he said, and the only thing going through my head was a picture of me licking warm coffee off his chest.

"Would I?" I retorted, smiling at my thought, and quickly shaking my head again. Sora finished his… uh, my coffee, and we grabbed our backpacks, beginning to walk to Sora's house.

We were finally on his street after about 15 minutes of walking. It was a long time, but I enjoyed every minute of walking and chatting with him, and was sure he felt the same way. It was a warm, clear day, your perfect vision of the last day of school. I enjoyed the walk, looking up at the sky and the green branches in the palm trees, but most of all being with my crush and my best friend.

Suddenly, Sora took one wrong step, and fell forwards. I quickly and impulsively grabbed his waist and pulled him towards me as his backpack fell to the ground. I stood there for a moment, holding the young body against my chest, smelling the coffee and fruit-scented shampoo from his hair. He looked back at me, still holding him and blushed, while I continued to take in his scent.

I nuzzled his hair, and as he planted his feet more firmly on the ground, I reluctantly let go. "You… okay?" I asked, scratching the back of my head as my face grew hot.

Sora smiled, picked up his backpack, and said happily, "I'm fine, just fine!" We kept walking, and turned the corner to Sora's house.

We went into the house, a large blue building right next to the ocean, and went up to Sora's room. We threw our backpacks into the corner, sat on the bed together next to the window, and began talking.

"Riku," he began, smiling and talking, his voice rising and becoming happier and happier with every word, "What do you want to do? Im bored!" He was unusually happy to be bored, and my face turned pale…er… when I remembered that I let him have the rest of my coffee. It was not decaf. (a/n: o.o eh-oh…)

"I dunno, wanna go on the computer, or maybe something… less stimulating?" I said, trying my hardest to avoid peaking his energy. Sora just laughed.

"Riku, since when don't you want to do something stimulating?" I could feel a hard blush again on my face as I carefully backed away, thinking to myself, 'that's just the caffeine talking… he only had a little bit, it should wear off, I hope…" Yet another part of me wanted to move closer and satisfy the need to do something… stimulating…

I brushed off the comment, and laid back onto the bed with my arms behind my head. Sora looked at me, smiling, and put his hand on my stomach. I flinched, and began to laugh. "Sora, that tickles," I said, grabbing his hand and holding it for a moment. Next thing I knew we were both on the floor tickling each other and laughing mercilessly.

I knew all of Sora's most ticklish spots… I attacked each of those individually; his sides, his stomach, his arms, anywhere I could think of. I also knew what turned him on, and I took this knowledge for granted.

As the activity calmed down a little, I was kneeling above him, almost straddling him, with my elbows on either side of his head. I looked down into his eyes as he smiled, and I smiled with him. I softened my gaze, and began to stroke his neck with my hand. He sleepily closed his eyes, obviously enjoying every movement of my hand. His breathing slowed. He moaned softly in pleasure from the touch of my hand. His neck was so soft, almost perfect, just like he was.

"Riku…" he sighed, and put his hand on top of my other one which was held stationary above his head as my other hand worked its way to the part of his shoulder that his shirt didn't cover.

Eventually, being exhausted by all the movement, I felt myself fall asleep next to Sora on the floor. Our legs were interlocked, with my hand still on his neck and my face close to his. I rested my head on my other arm. One of his arms rested by my chest, and his other hand wove his fingers with mine, locking our hands together. His body still smelled like sweet coffee and fruit, and I inhaled the beautiful scent deeply. I woke up from my light sleep as I felt a whisper on my neck that sent a shiver up my spine.

"Riku," he whispered, keeping his eyes closed. "I don't want to get up," he said cutely, almost whining as if someone was making us. I nuzzled his hair.

"Me neither," I said almost desperate to keep him in that position forever, so what came next almost made me want to cry.

"But I have to go to the bathroom…"

HOW'S THAT FOR COMEDIC RELIEF? BUAHAHAHHA! I just broke the hearts of millions of shounen-ai fan girls/yaoi boys everywhere! Just kiddin.

Sorry you guys, this one was kindof a teaser… but it was fluffy, ne? . I like fluff (sometimes) Other times I just like the hardcore yaoi… Just Joshin' ya, fluff is a beautiful thing…

Saiko: Kyo, we could make some beautiful fluff together…

Kyo: Saiko, I agree, but please don't say that again… it sounded so wrong…

Saiko: Kyo, we could make some beautiful fluff together…

Kyo: face palm

Check out Chapter 3!

Ja ne, Sayonara! 3