A/N: I forgot to mention that this is my first fic so keep flames to a minimum! Please R and R! Hope you like!

Disclaimer: I don't own GS. 'Nuff said.

Chapter Two: Confession

"Fuck!" I hiss, throwing a pillow at the wall. I've been tossing and turning for hours, unable to keep my eyes closed for more than a few minutes. I can't forget today's events. Why didn't I kiss him? Why? I press my fingers to my lips and realize I'm thinking about the wrong Yamato child. Cagalli is my girlfriend!What am I doing? I have to get away from the idea that I . . . Like Kira. I'm weird enough already, all I need to add to my bad rep is that I'm gay, or bi. No! No switch hitting! I'm straight!

I pull at my hair angrily, scowling into the darkness outside my window. I need to calm down, I say to myself as I take a deep breath. If I do like him, I have to admit it to him, as well as myself, then we can figure out where we want to go from there. Maybe he doesn't want to go any farther? How am I supposed to know, though? All I have to do is tell him how I feel . . . Once I can decide what that feeling is. I could use some advice, preferably from a female. If I talk to a guy about this, the "fag" stamp will be on my forehead until college. Well, I can check my mother off the list. Never in a million years would I tell her or my dad. Lacus has a big mouth, and Cagalli is my girlfrined, and Kira's sister. Man, I wish I had more friends. This is one of the many problems with being antisocial. Guess I'll just have to suffer by myself. There's no one I can tell . . . My heavy eyelids lower, my mouth gaping in a wide yawn, and I drift off to sleep at last.

I'm standing there at the altar in a church, sunlight streaming in the stained-glass windows. I glance around nervously, recognizing the faces of my friends and family in the pews. What the hell is going on . . . ? I look down at the white tux I'm wearing, then whip my head up when the doors at the end of the aisle are opened quite loudly. Cagalli starts walking up the carpet, the train of her pale green dress following along behind her. She holds a bouquet of Easter lilies, the gold pollen falling onto the pure white petals with each movement. She comes to stand before me and smiles with her pink lips, her eyes shining. The priest begins to read the vows and I repeat, the tension and apprehension growing with each word that comes from my mouth.

I notice the unmistakable glisten of tears against amethyst behind me and I turn to see Kira standing there, trying to force a smile even though he's obviously crying. Cagalli glares at me, waiting for my reply. I bite my lip, looking from her angry face to Kira, who nods encouragingly, wiping his eyes. I can read exactly what those orbs of dulled purple say to me, "don't do it, you know I love you." A bolt of rebellious determination surges through my body and I step up onto the altar beside him, wrap my arm around his waist, and capture his lips in a heated kiss . . .

I sit bolt upright in bed, breathing hard, and look around cautiously; that was one hell of a dream. The clock tells me it's just after 11 A.M., meaning Kira will be here in half an hour to pick me up. We're supposed to go to the beach with Nicol and a few of the other guys from the team, but . . . I don't know if I can control myself in his presence while he's half-dressed. Maybe the fresh air will help me clear my head. I played terribly in the game yesterday all because of that incident.

I must be obsessed: distracted, losing sleep, both symptoms of love. Not to mention I get nervous when I think about him, which is all the time, and I continuously have perverted daydreams about him. Damn hormones! Whose horrible idea were they anyway?

I get out of bed, still feeling tired, probably because even though it's eleven, I fell asleep at four. Feh, I can sleep at the beach, I say to myself as I pull on my blue camo swim trunks. I boredly tie back my hair and slip my T-shirtover my head, grabbing my sandals, my wallet, and a beach towel before going downstairs.

"Good morning, Athrun," my mom says cheerfully as I shuffle into the kitchen, "hey," I mutter. What's so good about it?

"I'm really not that hungry, mom, I think I'll just wait for Kira," I say.

"Hm?" Kira pokes his head into the kitchen and I take a step backward, surprised.

"Y-you're early," I say, telling myself to stay composed.

"Yeah, bad times at my house, so I decided to come early. Sorry I didn't call," he says, stepping into the room.

"It's alright. I just slept in. We can go," I say. He nods and the two of us go out into the bright, hot sunshine, me yawning as I get into the passenger seat of his Corvette. He saved forever to buy this car and he loves it, partially because ti's Red Sox red.

'We got some time to kill, you wanna go to lunch?"he asks as he starts the car.

"Sure, whatever," I say, trying to sound uninterested, even though having him all to myself before we go to the beach is exactly what I wanted. I smile despite myself as the houses fly past beneath the perfect cloudless sky.

Birdee, perched on Kira's shoulder, whistles happily as I hold out my hand for the robot to hop onto. It jumps over to my wrist and chirps reassuringly, as if saying, "don't worry so much about it." I grin, putting the bird down on my knee and turning on the radio, the DJ informing me that this is the new song by Jimmy Eat World; good times. I put the volume up and look over at him, "where're we eating?" I ask.

"Wherever you want, I don't care," he says with a shrug.

A slight flush steals across my face as I listen to the lyrics of the song " . . . the love we make is give and it's take . . . " He doesn't seem to notice, but then again, he's more innocent and pure than I am. I pick up on every perverted connection there is to be made in anything.

Anyway, we wind up at the sandwich shop, Robin's Café, and he follows me into the inviting air conditioning. A few people sit at the tables with their lunches, but we're the only ones standing at the counter to order.

"The usual?" the woman says to me. I nod, smiling; needless to say, I come in here a lot, despite the full-service kitchen I have in my own home. The chefs suck when it comes to making a simple sandwich.

"Kira?" I ask, "uh . . . I guess I'll have the same thing as you," he says, looking up from the menu he holds.

"Go grab some drinks, I'll pay for it," I say, pulling my wallet out of my pocket.

He's about to protest, but I push him towards the cooler and he comes back with two iced teas, one peach and the other raspberry. I hand my money to the woman, take the change, and go to sit at the high table by the window with Kira next to me. He pops the cap off his Snapple and read the underside aloud, "Real Fact #6 - A honey bee can fly at fifteen miles per hour."

"What the hell!" I exclaim.

"That's what it says," he says with a laugh, the takes a sip. I watch enviously as his tongue darts out to lick a droplet from his lips, then quickly avert my gaze so he doesn't notice. Sulking, I unconsciously start gulping the tea until the bottle is half empty.

"Wow, you're thirsty," he says as I gasp for air.

"Yeah, well, it's hot out," I say, my stomach sloshing as I spin around in the swiveling chair. Wonderful, all I need is to throw up in front of him. Sighing heavily, I fold my arms on the table and rest my chin on them, glaring out at the parking lot, watching some squirrels fight.

"Athrun?" he says. I grunt in response, still brooding about nothing in particular, "food," he says, pushing the plate towards me. I sit up straight and stare at him, but I can't bring up the topic of yesterday right now. He looks so cute and happy just being friends like this. Growling at how weak I am, I start eating, paying so little attention that if it wasn't for Kira's observation, I would've pierced my soft palette with the toothpick holding the wrap together. God, I'm so stupid, I say to myself as I finish the first half, wiping the dressing off my fingers.

"You're wicked quiet. What's wrong?" he asks.

"Hungry," I reply, chomping into the second half, "figures," he sighs.

"You snarfed yours, huh?" I say as I chew, "yeah, so? I was hungry, too," he shrugs and gets up to bring his empty plate to the counter. My eyes don't follow him, but if it weren't for self-restraint and a disgusting tomato in my sandwich, I woulda been fully staring at his ass as he bends over to pick up the coins he dropped.

He sits back down and offers me a mint chocolate brownie, smiling, "something's wrong, and if it's because of me, I'm sorry. Your favorite," he says as I take the desert from him. Why does he have to care so much? It's so fucking adorable that it's all I can do not to tackle him and snog him breathless.

I quickly finish eating and slouch out to the car, swatting Birdee away, dreading our arrival at the beach. It's not that I don't like swimming, far from it, I love the ocean, but I don't know what I'll do with him shirtless and wet . . . This idea leads to more thoughts that I'd rather not mention to protect your innocent children from my sick mind.

I smell the sea on the breeze before I can see it, but that's how it always is here on the seacoast. Most of the beaches are packed, but we find a parking spot on the side of the road near the one we're meeting the guys at. Kira grabs his stuff out of the trunk and we go up the road a little before coming to a wooden walkway that leads up the rocks.

I quickly jump down the hot stone, cursing at myself for leaving my shoes in the car, running across the equally hot sand to the water. I sigh with relief as the waves lap over my feet and I turn around just in time to see Kira take off his shirt and toss it onto the ground. Birdee lands on his shoulder, giving his ear a soft peck before flying off into the salty wind. At times, I'm jealous of that bird, touching him whenever it wants, loitering around his room when he gets out of the shower . . .

I shake my head vigorously, trying to dismiss that thought as I go back up to lay out my towel. I pull my shirt up over my head and let it fall onto the sand, snapping the elastic that holds back my hair. His purple eyes scan my body and I pretend that I don't notice that he's checking me out. I sit down beside him and he looks over at me, puzzled by the serious look on my face.

"Kira, we need to talk about what happened yesterday," I say, staring out at the glistening water.

"Now?" he whines, "yes, now. This is important," I say snappishly. I promptly apologize for my tone of voice, "it's okay," he says quietly. He tries to avoid my gaze, but I grasp his chin in my hand, forcing our eyes to meet.

"What I said . . . It's true," he whispers, taking a sharp breath as I move closer to him.

"What might that be?" I ask deviously. I want to hear those words again, as selfish as it may sound.

"That I'm attracted to you," he answers, a shade of watermelon pink rushing to his cheeks.

"Gods, you're so adorable," I sigh, running my thumb over his lips. His breath quickens as I press my body against his, my hands resting on his hips. " I think I feel more than attraction towards you, Kira," I whisper in his ear. He shudders as I touch my tongue lightly to the lobe of his ear.

"What . . . Do you feel then?" he asks.

"I think . . . That I'm not gonna tell you yet," I stand up, grinning seductively at him before wading into the ocean again. I'm about to start swimming laps when a voice calls my name. I turn to the shore, sighing as I go back for the second time.

"Hi, Athrun," Nicol says, "hey," I say, the disappointment evident in my voice. I wanted to be alone with Kira for just a little longer.

"Athrun! Was that you putting the moves on Kira just a few minutes ago?" a very tanned blond boy yells, pulling me into a headlock.

"Let go of me, Dearka, you bastard! It's none of your business!" I shout. Of course he doesn't listen. The taller boy just tightens his grip around my neck, and another voice snickers beside him. I glance over to see Yzak standing there, laughing at me.

"Shut up!" I yell, kicking him hard in the knee. I grab Dearka by the wrists and flip his whole body over my head onto the sand. Damn, I loved those karate classes. He stares up at me in disbelief and I give him my best bastardy smirk as I walk across his stomach to stand next to Kira.

He tries to hide his laughter at my thorough beating of the captain of the baseball team, but fails miserably. Dearka sits up, frowning and muttering curses to himself. Proud of my work, I finally go back into the ocean and swim my laps, six per basic stroke, (front, back, breast).

When I return to the shore, breathless, Dearka, Yzak, Nicol, and Kira are playing frisbee farther down the beach. Like I really wanna play. I collapse on my towel, stretching out on my back in the bright, warm sun. I almost doze off, but Kira runs over to me and pulls on my arm, "hey, you wanna do something?" he asks. I open one eye and sit up tiredly.

"I guess. Nothing too straining, though," I sigh, "catch? Is that okay?" he tosses me a tennis ball and I stand up, throwing it back.

"How 'bout we just take a walk instead?" I suggest. He nods cheerfully and we set out in the opposite direction of our teammates. You know what that means: A-L-O-N-E! I'm so sneaky sometimes.

He sloshes through the shallow water, kicking up tiny sparkling drops, the only sound breaking the silence between us. An idea pops into my head and I quicken my pace, and he copies me. I start to run and in a short time, we're racing each other down the beach, stealing glances every once in a while to see if the other is behind or ahead, paying no regard to the other people around us.

Suddenly he falls to the ground and I skid to a halt, dropping onto my knees next to him, "hey, are you alright?" I ask, helping him to sit up.

"Yeah, I just tripped, that's all," he says with a weak smile. He tries to get to his feet, only to let out a small yelp of pain. We both look down to see his left ankle is terribly swollen " I don't think I can walk," he says.

"You're not just doing this to trick me, are you?" I ask suspiciously.

"I'm not that desperate," he says with a small laugh, "you wanna lean on me and limp or should I carry you?" I pray for him to say the latter; ahh, my hand on his thigh, teasing at the him of his swim trunks . . . "I'll limp," he answers.

Dammit, why does he have to try and be strong? I pull him up and he sort of falls into my arms, his lips brushing against my neck. That's when I remember what's on his neck. The mark is still there, paler, but not by much, not as much as I want it to be. I want to stay like this, but he shifts to stand next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I hold him by the waist and ask again if he's okay with this. He nods and takes a step, limping on his swollen ankle.

He hobbles along beside me, whimpering in pain occasionally, but he bites down hard on his lip, trying to conceal it. After a while, I realize how far down the beach we are, "you really wanna keep this up?" I ask as he stops to rest, his head on my shoulder.

"It'll be weird if you carry me," he explains.

"But it hurts you, Kira, and I don't want that," I say. Before he can say anything, I carefully lift him up and he instinctively winds his arms around my neck even though he's blushing vibrantly.

"Am I too heavy for you?" he whispers.

"Even if you were, it wouldn't matter. I'm not so cruel that I'd make you walk," I respond. He smiles slightly, his eyelids lowering, and takes deep breaths; I'd talk to him to try to take his mind off the throbbing pain, but I don't know what to say, so we're both silent.

When we finally get back to our little piece of beach, I ease him down onto the sand and I kneel next to him. He sits up and stares at his ankle, as if the scornful look will heal it and the others come running over, all asking what happened.

"I tripped and hurt my ankle, that's all. Hurts like hell, but it's not serious," Kira says with a smile that looks more like a grimace. I feel really bad that this happened. What'll we do when we go to Fenway the day after tomorrow? Maybe, (hopefully), he'll be better by then.

"You wanna go home?" I ask.

"No, if you wanna stay, I'll just sit and watch," he says, shaking his head.

"It's no fun without you. We'll leave," I say. I pick up all of our belongings, Birdee settling on Kira's shoulder, and turn to Nicol, "I'm sorry we have to go so soon," I say.

"No, it's best that Kira rests for now," he says, smiling.

"Yeah, you can go play doctor for Kira," Dearka says, nudging me with his elbow.

"Perv," I hiss, "c'mon, we can tell you want him," Yzak teases.

"Fuck you," I snap, draping our shirts and towels over my arm and take him in my arms again. I smile possessively at them over his head before hopping up the rocks and going down the walkway to the gravel. Trying not to complain about how hot the asphalt is on my bare feet, I help him into the passenger seat.

"Hey, I think there's some ice left in the cooler that I could put on my ankle. Will you check?" he asks. Nodding, I open the trunk to find the cooler full of semi-cold water. "Feh," I mutter at nothing in particular as I drench my T-shirt with the water, then slam the trunk and wring the excess water out before handing it to Kira.

"Thanks a lot, Athrun, you're the best," he says, smiling sweetly as he wraps the article of clothing around his ankle.

"I know I am," I say smugly as I start the car and pul out of the parking space. When I look over at him again, he's sleeping, his lips in a cute little pout as he breathes softly.

That feeling I have for him? It's not lust, though I have a lot of that, too. I think . . .I'm in love with him. Sure, it's taken me over a decade to figure this out, but good things take time, right? That means I can't rush things between the two of us either, no matter how badly I wanna have sex with him in various deliciously kinky ways. No, if that was all I wanted, I'd be done with him already. I woulda fucked him yesterday and left his heart broken, and the reason I didn't do that is because I love him.

"Hey, you need anything?" I ask, peeking into Kira's bedroom, "no, I'm alright. And you don't have to keep checking on me," he says, glancing up from his laptop.

"What are you up to now?" I sigh, going into the room to look at the screen, "more pictures of me half-dressed, perhaps?" I laugh.

"No! Just don't talk about that, okay?" he blushes, avoiding my gaze. I sit down on the bed with him and wrap my arm around his shoulder, pulling his body close to mine.

"A-athrun!" he exclaims.

"Shh, it's not like I'm gonna do anything to you," I whisper. He relaxes and closes his laptop, setting it aside and turns to face me, wary of his ankle.

"Why are you being so sweet to me? I've seen the perverted looks you give me, so why are you being so gentle?" he asks.

"Because that's what I wanna do. I want to protect you because I didn't have to do that with Cagalli," I reply, holding him tightly.

"Are you . . .Gonna break up with her?" he asks.

"If you want me to. How about we go on a few dates before I decide?"

"D-d-date?" he whips his head up, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, dinner, a movie, another trip to the beach. Whatever you want, Kira," I say.

"That sounds fun," he smiles contently and buries his face in my neck, letting me stroke his head. I kinda like this, just holding him, but I know I'm gonna want more than this.

Cagalli and I never do stuff like this, she's too forceful for this. It's always making out, groping, and sex. Not that I don't like doing those things, but it does get old after a while, but that makes me sound selfish. I guess I have to ask myself if I really love either of them. If I had to pick one, it'd be Kira any day. I love him more. Yes, I love him.

I tighten our embrace, resting my cheek against the top of his head. "Kira . . ." I whisper, "what?" he asks.

"I . . ." he lifts his eyes and stares into my eyes; I can't tell him. I can't bring myself to say it. I want to, but I just can't spit out the words.

"Nothing, I should get going. Wouldn't want your parents or Cagalli to find us like this, right?" I smile weakly and he nods. I reluctantly let go of him, not ever wanting to leave his warmth or his sweetness, but I have to.

We have school tomorrow, and there's a pile of homework on my desk that hasn't been touched. I stand in the doorway, our eyes locked and unmoving. The late afternoon sun streams in the windows, giving his hair and skin a golden glow. No matter how badly I wanna run back in and kiss him, I turn and go down the hall, focusing fully on leaving, or else I wouldn't be able to do so.

My house isn't that far away from his, and I'm up for it, so I decide to walk home. I start down the sidewalk, my hands in my pockets, staring up at the sky that's still a flawless shade of aqua. It takes me half an hour, but eventually, I climb the front steps to my house, where I'm greeted by . . . Well, no one. And I'm not surprised. This house is so huge that nobody ever hears when someone comes or goes, meaning it would be laughably easy for me to sneak out. That may come in handy later on.

Smiling mischievously, I slink up the spiral staircase that leads to my wing of the house. Yes, I have a wing; I told you my parents were rich. All it consists of is my bedroom, my bathroom, my work room, and a big closet for my out-of-season clothes and some boxes.

I go into my room and change out of my bathing suit into a pair of cotton lounging pants and a tank top. Thanks to my evil teachers, I won't be going anywhere the rest of the day. I take all my books and my laptop onto the balcony, setting the items onto the glass-topped table before sliding the door shut behind me. I start up my computer with a sigh, flipping open my notebook and my French textbook.

Feh, conjugating irregular verbs. I have no idea when I'll ever need to speak French, besides in France or Canada, and I'm not planning on moving to either of those places. I whip through them boredly, not really caring if I did them right or not. Project in chem with Kira, the rest of Act II of Romeo and Juliet, a page of calculus problems, a test in history on Wednesday, but I'm busy Tuesday night. Whatever, history is easy, as long as I know the dates and the events, I'm set. Wait, a poem in English, due tomorrow? What! I must've been unconscious when this was assigned, 'cause I don't remember any mention of a poem.

I quickly sign onto Im and stab the caps lock button, my fingers flying over the keys as I ask Kira about the poem.

birdee518: . . .uh, what poem?

soxforever04: good question

soxforever04: it sez here dat it has 2 b 200 words over 3 letters long

soxforever04: due tomorrow

birdee518: WTF? NO WAY IN HELL!

soxforever04: lol, yeah, bad times

birdee518: I can't do this! does it have 2 rhyme?

soxforever04: dunno

birdee518: I H8 SCHOOL, DAMMIT!

soxforever04: u could write Kira loves Athrun a buncha times

birdee518: (blush) NOOO!

soxforever04: lol, sry, thaz what I might do, cept da other way around

birdee518: not a poem, baka

soxforever04: feh. u done w/ ne thing yet?

birdee518: no . . .sigh

soxforever04: French is done, Shakespeare is easy

soxforever04: same w/ calculus

birdee518: how is dat possible?

Soxforever04: want me 2 stop buggin u?

birdee518: u nvr bug me, Athrun

soxforever04: (insert kissy smilie)?

birdee518: yes. kissy x 10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

soxforever04: really? (blush)

birdee518: yum, yes

soxforever04: yum? nani?

birdee518: yeah, kissing u is yum, I'm sure

soxforever04: ...

How can he say that so casually, dammit? I sign off and go into my room to get my cell phone, pressing the Kira speed dial button. "Hey," he says, knowing it's me before I even say anything.

"The computer was too impersonal for me. I want to hear your voice," I say, going back out onto the balcony and beginning my equations.

"I woulda called if you hadn't," he says, then mutters something about calculus.

"You want some help?" I ask, leaning back I my chair against the railing.

"Yes, if you don't mind," he replies.

"Of course not. Which problem?" I tap my mechanical pencil on my notebook of graph paper, waiting.

"All of them. I really don't understand, Athrun," he says helplessly.

"You want me to come over again?" I ask worriedly.

"I just got a call from my parents that they won't be home 'til later and Cagalli's not back yet," he says.

"I'll be right there. Your ankle okay?" I ask, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I gather my stuff.

"Yeah, the swelling's gone down a bit, but it still hurts," he answers as I change into a pair of shorts and shove my stuff in my backpack.

"See ya soon, Kira," I say.

"Thank you so much, Athrun," he whispers. I hang up the phone and toss it on the bed, grabbing my car keys off my desk before going downstairs.

I don't know if I can handle any more time alone with Kira, just because I don't know how much longer I can keep myself from kissing him. I take a deep breathcalming myself as I pull out of the driveway. Not gonna do anything extreme, I tell myself.

A few minutes later, I run up the stairs and into his room; he's sitting on the bed, his math book in his lap as he rubs his ankle.

"Are you okay, Kira?" I ask, dropping my bag on the floor and sitting next to him, our bodies close. He looks up, his purple eyes twinkling with tears, "it hurts," he whispers in pain.

"Why did you let me leave in the first place if it was this painful?" I ask.

"I didn't want to be a bother to you," he whimpers.

"Don't say that, you're not. I'll go get some Advil or something." I go into the bathroom and find a bottle of painkillers under the sink, then return to his side. His takes the bottle from me and swallows two of the pills without a second thought.

I put my arm around his shoulders and he leans against me, crying softly as he clutches the fabric of my shirt.

"Shhh, you don't have to cry, I'm here," I whisper.

"Athrun, I don't know what I did to deserve you,"

"I should be saying that. I'm not great at all," I say, feeling self-conscious.

"Yes you are. You'll stay with me like this, right?" he whispers, pressing himself hard against me.

"That's not the only thing I wanna do with you," I purr, my lips close to his ear. His breath hitches slightly and he gives a small nod, indicating that this is what he wants.

I nibble on his earlobe gently and when he sighs softly in response, I start to kiss him along his jaw. His breath quickens considerably as my lips ghost over his, my arms around his slim waist. He wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me closer, his eyes pleading.

Gently, almost shyly, our lips meet. The touch sends a jolt through me, telling me to do more. His grip around my neck tightens as his lips part slightly, inviting me to touch my tongue to his lips. He slowly opens his mouth and I slip my tongue inside, getting my first taste of him. And dammit, he tastes good. There's something particularly pleasurable about th wet heat of his mouth that makes me want to kiss him for hours.

A low moan escapes my throat as our tongues touch, then I reluctantly pull away, breathing hard. I open my eyes and he smiles, his eyes half-lidded, "is that what you wanted?" I ask, brushing my fingers across his cheek.

"Yes, more than what I expected," he sighs, running a hand through my hair. His eyes flutter open all the way and he softly whispers, "I love you."

My heart leaps as those sweet words pass through his lips. "I love you, too, Kira. More than anything," I sigh, nipping at his neck.

"Is that so?" a voice says from behind us. I turn around and my eyes widen in terror to see Cagalli standing in the doorway.

TBC . . .

MUHAHAHA! CLIFFHANGER!