Pietro's #1 Crush – Chapter 11
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'He… kissed me? What is he trying to say!' Pietro became more and more confused as he thought about what had just happened. His quick temper was rising as he began to wonder if Lance was fucking with him or trying to tell him something more meaningful. His anger grew as he paced about in front of the house, as only he could pace. 'Shit, that bastard must be fucking with me!' his normally attractive features twisting into something more sinister. He marched up to the house, deciding that he wasn't going to let Lance away from him that easily. He opened the door, and sped up the stairs where Lance had been moments before.
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'What did I do that for?' Lance scolded himself as he paced around his room. 'Did I have to prove my point by kissing him? I mean, I like him, sure, but… aww, he'll probably think the wrong thing about me and...' A knocking sound startled him, making him spin around and, subconsciously brace for a fight as he looked towards the source of the sound. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath as he walked over to the door. "Yeah?" he asked, leaning lightly against the wall.
"Lance? I need to talk to you," Pietro's voice was commanding as it drifted through the cracks in the doorframe.
"Ah, can't it wait, man?" Lance knew from the tone in the speed-demon's voice that he wouldn't back down, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to try anyways. He really wasn't in the mood to talk about what he knew had brought his friend directly to his door.
"Let me in, Lance. I'm not going to leave, and I won't talk to you like this." Pietro was getting louder and spoke faster the longer her stood out there. Lance unlocked his door and opened it before Pietro raised his voice any more. The last thing he wanted to do was wake Todd and Freddy with their confrontation and knew that he probably couldn't avoid it anyways.
Lance looked at the elfin youth, putting on his best annoyed expression. "Fine, then. C'mon in," he stepped aside and let the pale boy walk past him before he closed the door behind him. He leaned back against the door, his arms folded over his chest and stared at his friend. He wasn't going to say much until he heard Pietro say something first. He knew why his friend was there, and he didn't even know the answers to the questions that were coming.
"Why'd you do it, huh?" Pietro spoke fast, obviously fazed by what had happened. "I mean, I tell you I'm gay and you kiss me? I mean, are you patronizing me? Fucking with my mind? What's the fucking deal man?"
"Look, Pietro," Lance said, trying to calm his friend down before he had a fit. "I'm not sure, okay? It just seemed like a good idea at the time, I guess. I'm not patronizing you, and I'm not the type to fuck with people's minds. Shit, you know that. I just wanted to show… that I, uh, care, really." The words sounded fucked up and fake as he spoke them, and he figured that Pietro probably wouldn't believe them when he heard it.
Pietro glared at him. "Bullshit," he spat, getting more agitated. "People usually hug you, or put a hand on your shoulder if they want to show that. Don't you see that it's fucking me up? It's not that I'm gay, Lance. I love you! At first I thought it was some stupid crush that I could just ignore and it would go away, but it didn't. Then I heard that you hate gays and then when I decide to tell you anyways you kiss me and say it's okay? Fuck it! I don't like being messed with, man. I don't care why you did it. Yeah, I did love you, but if you're going to be this way, then I change my mind. I fucking hate you."
Lance uncrossed his arms and quickly closed the distance between them. "Sit down," he commanded, pushing the smaller boy onto his bed. "Stop being like that. You're jumping to conclusions. I don't know why I kissed you then, alright?" he loomed over the younger boy. "I just… I just wanted to show you that I cared. I didn't want to hug you or put my hand on your shoulder to do it. Those felt like they would be too weak and I needed…" he paused then, not really sure of where his speech was going. He looked into Pietro's eyes; they were regarding him with some suspicion but the hate that had filled them moments before was gone.
Lance screwed up his courage and leaned in closer to his friend; giving him plenty of time to object to his actions. The younger boy leaned back slightly as Lance's face drew nearer, but he stopped and allowed the older boy to kiss him. This time Lance did not pull away, instead letting his lips rest lightly upon Pietro's. Moments later he drew his hand up to the boy's shoulder to hold him in place and he parted his lips. He first suckled on the boy's upper lip before letting his tongue slip out to play along the closed entrance of Pietro's mouth.
He briefly wondered if he was doing the right thing when the silver haired youth opened his mouth to kiss him back. Their tongues began a tentative exploration, gently twining together before parting to be dragged across teeth and lips. Lance melted into the touch, letting Pietro's fingers dance along his sides before wrapping around his back to pull him down onto the bed. He splayed himself out over top of the younger boy, propping himself up on his elbows to continue their kiss with new fervor. Things were going along so quickly for them and he didn't want it to stop; he was so painfully aroused and his mind was buzzing with pleasure. Through his haze he could tell Pietro was in no better shape than he was as he felt a lump pressing into his hip. He smirked as he ground into it, eliciting a moan from the boy below him. "Pietro," he gasped, breaking their kiss for a moment and licking up the boy's jaw. "I-ah, I really should have told you-ah!-what I really felt," he gasped, sliding his hands over his friend's body; grasping, pinching, clawing at whatever he could through the material of the younger boy's shirt. "I-" he tried to continue before he was cut off.
Pietro had reached up and was gently holding his face in his hands, "Man? Whatever. So Evan heard wrong. Just as long as you don't stop, I'll forget everything else." The younger boy pulled Lance down for another kiss; sealing their mouths together as the older boy skillfully pushed his shirt up and out of the way to have access to his nipples. Lance straddled the younger mutant and pressed his palms flat as he ran them over the bared flesh, his fingertips pinching at the hardened nipples. He worked them into tight nubs, twisting and flicking at them until Pietro began to moan beneath him, mindlessly tugging at the older boy's clothing.
Lance pulled back to take his own shirt off and helped Pietro remove his own, before sitting back to take in the sight. Pietro was usually pale, but now his cheeks were flushed with blood, his lips parted and swollen from his kisses. The boy's eyes were smoldering orbs, burning into his own and telling him that if he didn't hurry up that he would be in big trouble. Lance took the cue and flattened his hands out over Pietro's chest, letting them trail out over the exposed skin, down his arms, and across his stomach before teasing along the boy's waist and the prize that lay just behind a barrier of cloth. "'Tro," Lance breathed, looking into his friend's eyes. "Are you sure you want this? I don't think I could stop myself after this point if I tried." His fingers danced around the material of Pietro's pants, teasing; sometimes slipping beyond the waistband for a moment to delve into the warmth beyond. "Pietro?" he asked, sliding a hand over the zipper. The white haired boy said nothing, instead reaching down to close his hand over his friend's and guide him to loosen his jeans.
End Chapter 11
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