Okay ya'll I wrote this story a couple of years back and after deciding I cant be stuffed writing more, I've purposely left it short and open to any possibilities! MWAHAHAH! Who knows, maybe 1 day when I actually have time I'll write more! But for now, don't hold your breath! Just read on, enjoy and review!

SUMMARY: AU. Heero's at university and is bored out of his brain. Enter hot braided boy. Incomplete on purpose!

Just Purely Sexual

By virg

The lecture theater was dusty. I wiped my finger across the desk, but I couldn't see any dust on my finger. It just had a dusty smell to it. There was a girl on the other side of the lecture hall, a few rows down. I could tell she was sneezing from that dusty smell. I would have offered her a tissue, but I wasn't in the mood to be making friends.

It was too early in the morning to be in class, let alone a lecture! I had no idea how everyone else did it. The late nights and the early mornings. It's like burning a candle from both ends. Me, I needed at least 9 hours sleep, otherwise I'd be sleepy (and sometimes cranky) all day. I couldn't concentrate. How can anyone concentrate at 8:30 in the morning? If they made the lecture a little more interesting then maybe I would've started paying attention. Who knows what the lecturer was talking about! I know I wasn't paying attention. I doubt anyone else was.

My notebook sat unopened on my desk. I stared at my name on the front cover. Heero Yuy. The front cover was covered in random doodlings from other boring lectures. I opened my workbook. I had no intention of doing work, so I began to doodle on the first empty page I came across. I watched how the end of the blue pen glided across the page with such ease. What I would've given for something interesting to happen.

I heard the door swing open and looked up. There he was; the boy who was to change my life forever. He was a good-looking guy. He had chestnut brown hair that was woven into a braid that ran down to his ass and he had amazing violet eyes. He tried to walk in quietly because he was late for the lecture. The lecturer ignored his tardiness and continued with what she was saying. Stupid bitch. Thought she was so important. No one was even listening to her! Stupid commercial law. I didn't know what was even keeping me from wagging those lectures, until that guy came in. Why'd I have to sit in the back row like a rebel? That guy sat in the first few rows. At least I had something nice to look at in such a boring environment. It wasn't that I was bad at or hated Uni. It was just that some subjects were so boring that I had no motivation to pay attention.

For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at that guy. I fantasized about him and what I'd be doing with him if it were just the two of us in that lecture theater. For the next hour I did nothing but fantasize. I needed to keep my brain occupied, to keep from falling asleep. The only problem was that it was making me incredibly horny. I just wanted to touch him. Pleasure him. I wanted grab his braid and make him scream with ecstasy. I could feel my heart racing and the tension between my legs get stronger. I was glad the fold over desk covered the boner I was about to have. I'd never gotten so worked up over a guy before. He looked just like any old Joe off the street. At the same time, there was something fascinating about him. Something just drew me towards him. I didn't know what it was.

All I could think about was that guy. I contemplated the idea of trying to find him after the lecture and asking him if he wanted to have coffee with me. I shook that idea out of my head. I figured that he'd never go out with me. I was one of those guys who didn't get many guys. Well, not the type you take home to mother anyway. I'd slept with two guys and both turned out to be users and abusers. Not very good for my limited self-esteem. And it isn't easy to have a relationship out in the open when you're gay. Not in this neighbourhood anyway..

Holy Shit! That guy turned around! He looked like he was looking for someone or maybe just checking out who had actually rocked up to this stupid lecture. There were maybe thirty students in the lecture theater, which usually seats 150. He looked to his sides first and then turned around and our eyes met. I couldn't have been a good sight. I sat in the back, my messed up brown hair was unmade and my bangs were in my face. I sat slouched with my runners on the seat in front of mine. I didn't know what that guy saw in me. I didn't know at all. When my eyes looked into his bright violet ones, my heart began to pound. I managed a little wave when I realized that he'd begun to stare at me. It was as if he was reading something in me. He winked back, smiled and turned back to face the front. What just happened? I thought to myself. I couldn't help smiling.

It was that tiny moment where it all began. I had no idea that just one moment like that could change your life- my life. I couldn't get that guy out of my head. But it wasn't his head I wanted him in. I wanted him inside me. To feel him. To touch him. To have him. I didn't care where. I didn't care when. I wondered what went through his mind. An hour into the lecture, the lecturer announced a five minutes break and the students began exiting the room, along with the lecturer.

I didn't leave. Couldn't be bothered moving. I just sat there, staring at the book I was doodling in. By then, the whole page was filled with pictures of anything and everything that came into my head. I thought I was alone in the room, but I was wrong. I saw someone walking up the stairs towards me. At first I saw black combat boots, then his cargoes and then his tight black t-shirt and then.. that braid.

Holy Fuck! It's that guy! I thought to myself. My heart began to race. What does he want? Why's he coming here? I watched him climb the last few steps and reach my seat. I couldn't escape those amazing violet eyes.

"Um.. Hi," was all I could babble. I couldn't think. And now I couldn't speak! The guy leaned over and placed his hand on my desk to support his weight. He leaned in close, obviously knowing about my nervousness. He leaned in until we were practically nose-to-nose. God! He smelled so good! The throbbing between my legs began to grow as I sub-consciously closed my legs slightly. The guy smiled and moved his face closer. I could feel his breath on my lips. My mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. I functioned purely on instinct and raging hormones. The guy opened his mouth slightly as his lips brushed mine, I followed and before I knew it, we were lip-locked. I could feel his tongue along mine, working in motion together; causing friction. I didn't dare move my hands from the desk because he didn't move his. I was scared that if I did reach to touch his gorgeous face, he might break from the kiss. Still lip locked, I tried to open my eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of the expression on his face and to my surprise, my eyes met his. We both pulled back from the kiss as we heard the door swing open. The students were coming back from their break.

The guy pulled back out of the kiss, but still kept his face close to mine, looking into my eyes. He looked like he was trying to read them. I knew what my eyes were saying. They were filled with a mixture of excitement, fear, and confusion. He smiled, then turned and began making his way back to his seat. All I could think was Wow! Did that just happen? That guy went back to his seat and never turned back around throughout the rest of the lecture. Out of pure shock it took me about half an hour to realize that he'd left a note on my desk as he left from the kiss. I opened it.

Library 12:30

I looked at my watch. Ten o'clock. What am I going to do? I asked myself. This guy is probably a pure sleaze bag! Well at least the library equals safe. Lots of people. I looked at my watch again. I decided that I'd meet him after the lecture. What's the worst that could happen? It's a library.

God I was so naïve!