A/N: This si the last chapter you get before I leave, sorry! Hope this lime makes up for lack of so far! And thanks for all your wonderful reviews. Especially you, Ichigo. It's called AU, you bitch, and I can include whatever the hell pop culture references I want, 'cause it's my story, so fuck off! Other than that, enjoy.
Chapter 6: Next Level of the Relationship
Ever since that damn La Flaga made that comment, I can't seem to stop thinking about that topic whenever I look at Kira. I feel really uneasy around him now. Maybe I'm just becoming even more perverted, if that's possible; I didn't think it was. The fact that he's on crutches has somewhat pacified this growing curiosity towards what it will be like. Y'know, having sex . . . With Kira. My best friend. But I can't look at him as my best friend anymore, 'cause he's my boyfriend now, gotta remember that. Not that we can go on a date with him limping around like this. The doctor said he should be off the crutches in two weeks. He's gonna miss most of the remainder of the baseball season. Our baseball season , that is, not the Red Sox. But, if you count it two weeks from yesterday, then he'll be off of them for the game that evening against Tampa Bay.
As for tonight's Red Sox game against the Rangers, I'm still not sure what to do. Yzak and Dearka have been offering me blank checks all day, saying they'd give me a whole book of them for the two tickets. I told them I had plenty of money, but I'd think about giving them the tickets anyway. I can't help but wonder where the hell Yzak got that gun, and why that guy was so scared when he saw who they were. Probably none of my business, but then again, Kira's date with Flay was none of my business, and I spied on them, so there's no reason why I can't bug Yzak. Heh heh.
"So, have you decided yet?" Dearka asks, coming up beside me as I'm headed towards my (ugh) rental car.
My Z3 had to be sent to the dealer to be repainted, (they came and picked it up, actually. No way in hell would I drive it with all those inscriptions on it), so my dad rented me an SUV. Ugh, not a fan of SUVs. He says I should forget about my sports car and buy something with four-wheel drive, but I just told him to stay out of my decisions.
"No, so stop bugging me!" I say.
"But if we wanna get there with time to spare, we have to leave now!" Yzak exclaims.
"I don't care, Yzak," I sigh, slamming the car door in his face.
"Well you don't have to be such a bastard about it! You're just pissed 'cause you haven't done anything with Kira besides kiss," Dearka say. For some reason, he gets into the passenger seat.
"Get out of my car! And that's not why I'm mad!" I yell, trying to make myself stop blushing.
"Oh yeah? Then why are you so red then?" Yzak asks with a suspicious look in his eyes as he leans in the open window.
"Fine, that's what's bothering me. Happy now?" I snap.
"We kinda want the tickets, but . . ." Dearka shrugs.
"Here," I take them out of my wallet and shove them into his hand, "I hope they lose just so I can blame you for ending the winning streak."
"Thanks, we owe you!" Dearka yells, hopping out of the car and taking off across the asphalt.
"We'll talk to Kira for you about that topic," Yzak says mischievously.
"I'll do it myself, thank you," I growl.
Speaking of Kira . . . Oh crap. Where is he? Why didn't I notice that he wasn't with me? If I find out that Flay is harassing him again, I'll break her neck. I run back into the school, practically killing myself byslipping on the wet tile, and peek into the teachers lounge to find Murrue and Mu both talking to Kira. Well, this is suspicious . . . Or not. I guess I just like playing secret agent. They're only asking him if he's really going to be alright. They're already starting to sound like parents, and they're not even married.
"Oh, Athrun, I'm sorry for worrying you. Mr. La Flaga and Ms. Ramius were just wondering how long I have to use these crutches," Kira says, noticing me in the doorway.
"No problem. I wasn't worried," I say, completely lying; I was worried like hell, all because of that Flay.
She wasn't here today, (I was looking for her so I could beat the crap out of her like I couldn't last night), so I'm thinkin' that she got abducted by that weird guy. Or she's now so scared of me that she's never going to set foot in this school again. Either one would be fine by me.
"So, you two will be here tomorrow, right?" Mr. La Flaga asks.
"Yeah, I'm gonna come and watch," Kira replies.
"You mean cheer on your boyfriend," La Flaga snickers.
"Ahem!" Ms. Ramius stomps on his foot with her high heel, then looks at me with a smile.
"I wish you two the best," she says.
"Uhh, thanks . . ." Kira says, a slight flush on his face as he hops over to me.
"Are you coming to the game, Ms. Ramius?" I ask.
"Of course! So you can see me, right?" Mr. La Flaga says with a grin. Murrue promptly smacks him up the side of the head, then drags him out of the room by the arm.
"They make a good couple," Kira comments as we head down the hallway together.
"Yeah, but so do we," I say, winking at him. We go out to the parking lot in silence, all of the student's cars are gone and only the teachers' remain.
"Where are we gonna go tonight?" he asks as he settles into the back, his injured leg resting across the seat.
"What do you mean? You can't go anywhere on those stupid crutches," I reply.
"But I was hoping that you would take me on . . . A date," he says quietly.
"Of course I will, just not with you in this state. It's not that I don't want to, I'm just worried," I say in response to his disappointed expression as I pull out of the parking lot.
"I know, I know, it's just that, if I'm really your b-b-boyfriend, shouldn't we act like a couple?" he asks nervously. Wow, he's really been thinking about this, I thought Iit was just me.
"I guess since we've been just friends for so long that we don't know any other way to act," I glance at him in the rearview mirror, the wind whipping his shaggy hair.
"But we've always been really close. Remember those times when the random incredibly rude person asked us if we were together?" he points out.
"That was when we were younger, though. Lately, as in the past few years, we haven't been so clingy. Or else our classmates would label us and make fun of us."
He nods, a slight frown on his pouty lips, "but . . . I like being clingy," he says with a helpless look in his eyes. He probably doesn't realize how delicious he looks right now, saying things like that . . . It's enough to make a horny seventeen-year-old like me crazy.
"I do too, but now . . ." I scowl at his crutches.
"Who says we have to be like that in public, Athrun?"
My eyebrows shoot up at what he's suggesting. Guess my bad behavior is finally starting to effect him. Unless he really means it and he wants to . . .
"Are you saying that we should go back to my house, hide out in my room, and do stuff until we get caught?" I ask.
"Maybe, maybe not," he says with mock innocence.
"What happened to the angelic Kira?"
"He figured out, with the help of a certain coach, what his boyfriend really wants to do."
THAT LA FLAGA! HE IS SO DEAD! I'm gonna play horribly tomorrow just for payback!
"La Flaga again? Well, whatever he said isn't entirely true," I say, pulling the key from the ignition.
"What do you mean?" he asks when I open the car door for him. I help him hop out, then he hobbles inside behind me.
"I want to do all those things with you, Kira, but I . . . Really am in love with you, and I think that if we rush and just do it, it'll be wasted. Kinda stupid, since I'm such a perv," I admit somewhat hesitantly.
"No, it's not stupid. And to tell you the truth, that's what Mu, Murrue and I were talking about before you came in. We just changed the subject when we heard footsteps."
"About my topic or yours?" I ask. He leans his crutches against the wall by the stair case and sits down on the bottom step, sighing.
"Both," he says as I sit beside him.
"How both?" He needs to answer me in full sentences, dammit.
"We were discussing yours, then it segued into mine, thanks to La Flaga." Thank you, an explanation!
"Figures he'd be the one to make the transition." I laugh. "Did they talk about how things are going with them?"
"Not a word. I'm thinking they're trying to keep it a secret. Teacher-teacher relationships are risky, or so I've heard." He gives a small shrug, resting his head on my shoulder.
"I don't think anyone's home. You wanna go upstairs?" I ask. I blush once I realize what that sounded like.
"You pervert," he whispers, smiling.
"You're the one who brought it up," I retort, "not that I'm complaining . . ." I add with a grin.
"Just to make you happy . . . Athrun, will you take me to your room?" he asks. Even though he's only joking, he sounds really sexy.
"Mmm . . . With pleasure," I whisper, brushing my lips against his neck.
He sighs and tilts his head back, his actions telling me to go right ahead, but I have other ideas. He doesn't realize what I'm doing until I actually do it: I press his back to the railing, my body against his, and slowly run my tongue along the edge of his ear. He whimpers helplessly, completely submitting himself to me.
"Yes . . ." he sighs as I start to suckle on his earlobe.
"Mmm, Athrun, please . . . You know how weak that makes me . . ." he groans. When he begins to pant, the rise and fall of his chest quick, I decide that I've done what I need to.
"Now . . . About going to my room . . ." I purr with another playful lick.
"Yes! Just, ohh, don't stop," he sighs.
Perfect, just what I want. I get to my feet and gently lift him up, his arms tight around my neck. I've never seen him look this hot before, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed and eyes fully closed. And the best part is that I'm the only one that's ever seen him in his submissive state. I go up the stairs, skipping every other one, until I get to my room. I push the door open with my foot and set him down on the bed, a whine coming from him at the loss of my touch.
"Shh, I'm coming," I say as I close and lock the door, "you're so impatient," I laugh softly as I sit down next to him. He looks at me with his wide, glittering purple eyes, pleading.
"How far do you want to go, Kira?" I ask, touching his face gently.
"Truthfully, I want all the way, but I know we aren't going to," he replies.
"How 'bout we see how far we get before someone finds us, hm?"
"I don't care as long as it involves, you, me and things our parent's don't want us doing.
I smirk at his proposition, "that's pretty much everything."
I get on my hands and knees with him underneath me, our eyes locked, but suddenly he looks away and his cheeks flush.
"Don't position yourself like that, you're making me think about . . ."
"About this?" I lie down on top of him and grind my hips against his, producing very pleasurable friction between our bodies.
He groans, tossing his head back, "yes, that!" he cries, "do it again!"
I do as he says, this time harder and slower, a moan escaping my throat to accompany his.
"Hah hah, Athrunnn . . ." he pants.
"I think this need to go," I whisper, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. I untuck it from his pants once it's unbuttoned and pull it off his arms, throwing the clothing on the floor.
"But what about–"
"That's for after," I say, tugging at the waist of his pants, "I know what you want me to do."
I run my hand over the obvious bulge beneath the fabric and he sighs, waiting. I sit back on my heels in order to unbutton my own shirt, but he sits up and does it for me instead, running his fingers across the exposed skin once he's finished. He rests his head on my chest, breathing heavily against my skin, then his tongue darts out of his mouth and barely touches me. Becoming more brave, he runs his tongue over my nipple, and even though I bite my lip, I can't keep in the moan. When he realizes how much I like it, he starts to suck on the hard nub.
"Kira . . ." I groan, not bothering to try and hide the fact that what he's doing is turning me on even more. He moves over to the other one, giving it the same treatment and getting the same result. I buck my hips, pressing my erection against his abs and he lifts his head, his face bright watermelon pink.
"Does yours hurt too?" I pant. He nods and I push him back onto the bed, studying him before slowly unzipping his pants and carefully removing them, making sure I haven't irritated the wound on his thigh.
"Your leg feel okay?" I ask.
"Mmm-hmm," he replies, squirming impatiently.
I lean over and brush my lips against his, provoking an annoyed noise form him, then I kiss him slowly, eventually pushing my tongue into his hot, wet mouth. His tongue touches mine as he arches his back, pushing his hips up against mine. In response, I grind down, groaning lustily and he mutters something under his breath. When I grind again, he repeats what he said, but louder.
"Fuck!" he hisses, clutching my bare shoulders tightly. It's not often that he swears, so he must really like this.
"Athrun, please, I need release . . ." he begs.
"I noticed," I laugh quietly.
"Please, it hurts!" he cries.
"Shh, I'll do it," I slip my hand down to his crotch, touching him through the fabric of his boxers until the longing is too much. I force them off his hips and he lets out a sigh of relief as I throw them aside.
"Oh, Kira . . ." I sigh as I stare at his naked body. I unzip my pants and take them off, looking into his eyes.
"Athrun, you're not going to . . ." he begins.
"No, I'm not going any farther than this," I say as I run my fingers down his very hard cock to the wet tip.
He whimpers, thrusting his hips up and forcing himself into my hand. I start to touch him like I do to myself and he groans as I pump harder.
"Faster . . ." he gasps. I willingly obey, and I can tell by his panting that he's almost there.
"Athrun, I . . ."
"Go right ahead."
"Ohh, Athrun!" he screams. The warm, sticky seed rushes out of the throbbing head and his breaths slowly even, both of us calming ourselves.
"My gods, Athrun . . ." he whispers.
"Was that good enough for you?" I ask, grinning as I move to sit beside him.
"Of course. It's never felt that good before," he replies. When I notice my hand is dripping, I run my tongue along my fingers, licking them clean.
"Mmm, tastes good," I purr, glancing at him. He watches helplessly as I wipe the rest of the liquid off my stomach and quickly lap it up.
"Athrun, you're a pervert," he whispers.
"I know, but you love me anyway, don't you?" I say, winking.
"Yes, I love you. What kind of stupid question is that?" he asks.
"I don't know. I love you, too."
"Athrun?"
"Yeah, mom?" I ask that evening, leaning over the railing to look down at her in the entryway.
"If you and Kira are planning on doing anything else tonight, I suggest you keep it down. Your father will strangle you if he finds out what you two have been up to," she replies.
"What? I, we, we haven't been–"
"Then what other reason do you have for Kira wailing your name like that earlier?" she retorts.
"Okay, so we had a little fun. What's wrong with that?" I say defensively.
"Fun, hmm? How far have you gone?"
"Wha! We haven't done that yet!" I shout, blushing.
"When you do, just make sure your father's not here," she says before disappearing down the hall. I sigh heavily and go into my work room where Kira is lying on the couch, watching the Red Sox game on the plasma screen.
"Sorry we couldn't go," I say softly, sitting down next to him.
"I should be saying that. I'm the only reason why we're not there," he says.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure Yzak and Dearka are having a good time." He yawns in response and rests his head against my back.
"Why don't we sit like this? Move up a bit," I instruct. He scooches forward a little so I can sit behind him, my legs apart and his back to my chest.
"Much better," he says, smiling as he snuggles closer to me.
I wrap my arms around his waist and glance up at the screen; damn commercials. There's a sudden knock on the door and my dad pushes it open, visibly flinching when he sees our position; he's such a stiff.
"Your cousin is here to see you," he says and Lacus pushes past him into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Hey, Lacus, what's up?" I ask.
"It's Flay! You'll never believe what happened!" she yells.
"And we should care because . . .?" She's the last person I wanna talk about right now.
"That guy that attacked Kira? He kidnapped her! People say they saw her in a strip club in the worst part of town, being forced to dance!"
"I'm not surprised."
"Wait! There's more! That guy was on old boyfriend of hers, and he's eight years older than her! Twenty four! And on top of that my sources say that one of her shows involved her kissing other naked girls!"
Me and Kira - O.O
"That was my reaction, too. So she's been kidnapped, molested, and exhibitioned," Lacus says, counting the things on her fingers as she paces the room.
"How do you know all this?" Kira asks, still in shock.
"That's a secret. But anyway! This guy she dated was a criminal already, involved in drug dealing, so he's gonna be in jail for longer now because of this."
"So the police are looking for them?" I ask.
"Yeah, and Flay could be punished too for . . . Hold on." She reaches into the cargo pocket on the side of her strapless denim dress, fishing out an index card.
"'Previous sexual crimes, such as propositioning and rape'" she reads, then shoves the card back in her pocket and buttons it closed.
"Rape! See, I told you!" I shout.
"I was her next target, wasn't I?" Kira asks quietly, staring at the floor.
All of us are silent, the only noise coming from the TV. I tighten my grip around his waist and hold him closer.
"I don't wanna think about what might've happened to you, Kira," I whisper.
"I don't either. Athrun, I was so scared he was going to kill me and I'd never be able to see you again," he says with a sniffle, his eyes filling with tears. Lacus kneels on the floor in front of us and takes Kira's hand in both of hers.
"I was worried for your safety as well, Kira. You're very important to me," she says.
"Too bad he doesn't wanna date ya," I snicker.
"Hey! Be quiet! Your mom told me you tow were, hmm, how should I put this? Doing some X-rated stuff earlier?" she asks, her eyebrows raised.
"You pervert! We were not! I wish we had been, but we weren't!" I shout, a fist clenched at her.
"Oh, so you do want to?"
"Have sex with your delicious ex-boyfriend? Hell yeah," I reply devilishly.
"Yeah, Lacus, it's gonna be sooo erotic," Kira says teasingly. We exchange glances, smirking, and watch as she fidgets uncomfortably.
"I take it you top, Athrun?" she finally asks.
"Yep, Kira's the submissive one," I say with a playful nip at his ear.
"Sure, go for my weakness in front of your cousin! Jeez, how horny can you be?" he says, folding his arms.
"Well, you two have fun tonight! Just remember to use lubri–" her sentence is cut off when I throw a pillow at her face.
"We already know. La Flaga told us that," I say, looking away from her and Kira.
"I'm glad to hear that he supports your relationship. And I do too, just don't talk about the explicit stuff in front of me. I think the cuddling and holding hands is cute, though." Great, now she thinks it's cute. How much more do I need to be embarrassed today before my quota is met?
Apparently a bit more, because just after eleven, while Kira and I are watching the post-game show, Cagalli bursts into the room, wearing her Best Buy uniform, (heh, her job), and drops a shopping bad into her brother's lap.
"From mom," she says before slamming the door behind her.
"What is it?" I ask, looking over his shoulder to see the items: a package of condoms, a tube of lubricant, and an anime DVD called Gravitation.
"You think our moms have a bet on how long before we do it?" he asks, tossing the two former things on the floor and unwrapping the DVD.
"Yep, definitely. What's this show? Hmm . . ." I say as I read the back of the case.
"Sounds kinda good. Wanna watch it?" he asks.
"Sure. I think you should dye your hair pink like that," I laugh.
"Not even for you, Athrun, sorry," he replies.
"Ohh, but you would look so kawaii. Please?" I whine as I put the disc in the DVD player.
"I'll think about it," he says.
"Your mom didn't buy this for us, it was Cagalli," I say, sitting down with him again.
"I know, she just didn't want to admit it."
"Your mom wouldn't pick an anime. She'd buy something dumb."
"Some sappy romance movie."
After agreeing on that, we stop talking and watch the show. By the end of the short hour and fifteen minutes, I'm humming the theme song and Kira demands that I but the second one for us to watch together. I gotta thank Cagalli too for picking an anime as good as this, with guys kissing other guys and cool Japanese music. I doubt she'll admit that she chose it, but at least I'm thanking her, even though she doesn't deserve it after what she did. But there's no need to be pissed off, 'cause I'm content with how things are right now.
TBC . . .
A/N: Don't worry, it'll be a working vacation, so I'll have plenty to type when I come back:)
