Ok. I apologize in advance for this crappy chapter
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Riku: Cookie Trouble
I sat, cross legged, outside Sora's dorm. He only had 5 minutes of Sociology left. To me, it felt a lot more like 5 hours. I had already lost all the feeling in my legs and butt.
Gingerly reaching up to touch my eye, I was happy to feel that the swelling had gone down. At least something was going alright today. Not that I was one to complain. I didn't get down about things like that. How could I? In my opinion, I had one life. Might as well live it to the max and get it over with. What was the point in moaning about things I had no control over?
I snapped out of it when a small hand found its way into mine.
"Riku?"
I smirked. He was way better than I would have imagined. His cinnamon locks were slightly ruffled and his shirt was crinkled and messed up. Obviously, he'd just run up the stairs.
"Couldn't wait to see me eh?"
Sora blushed, but held out a hand to help me up. I took it, but as I was standing up, my legs gave out. They never did get their feeling back. I stumbled towards Sora, but he didn't quite catch me in time.
Next thing I know, I open my eyes and something is making my face extremely uncomfortable.
You'll never guess.
"Sora…I do believe my face is in your crotch."
All I got in response was a strained gasp. Cute.
It was then that I noticed it.
Sora. Had. An. ERECTION.
"Say Sora, is that a pickle in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
He bit down hard on his bottom lip and closed his eyes. The blush deepened.
I then heard the girls returning from their lessons. I deducted that it was probably better to NOT get caught. Lightly grasping Sora's wrist, I pulled him into the janitor's closet.
It was dim inside. I had to put another light on to brighten it up a bit. I crouched down, pulling Sora onto a crate so he could get comfy.
It as only then that I actually realized what was IN the crate.
I pushed Sora off in a frantic dash to rip the crate open. I did.
The wooden crate was brimming to the rim with fresh COOKIES.
Mine and Sora's eyes widened in unison. They must be for the teachers. I mean, we never got stuff like that. I hesitantly picked one up and shoved it in Sora's mouth.
"Mmmm! Mmm!"
I smirked again. "What was that?"
"MMM!"
I had a brainwave. Then, with new resolve in mind, I stroked his face with my fingers, loving the feel of his skin. He leant in to my touch. My lips brushed his and then we kissed. It was weird. Every time was like the first time, aside from the fact we were both dripping wet. I slid my tongue into his perfect warmth, and he melted into me. I tasted chocolate, sugar and biscuit. There was also something I didn't quite recognize. It wasn't horrible. Don't get me wrong, but it was different.
I stole his cookie.
I was so busy trying to figure out this strange new taste, that I forgot that Sora actually had to breathe.
I pulled away and let him catch his breath before stuffing three cookies into his mouth and attacking him roughly again, pushing him against the floor and delving into his mouth. He gave a little shudder, but dragged me closer towards him.
I snaked one hand around his neck, while the other was finding its way down his chest. Idly playing over his chest, toying with his pink nubs. He let out a muffled moan. I abandoned his lips for a better battlefield. I dipped my tongue into his navel, and held him down as he bucked.
I toyed with his waistband, his eyes depicting a strange expression. It wasn't exactly fear, but it wasn't exactly happiness.
"Sora. I'm going to help you with your problem. I know you may be scared, but I'm not going to hurt you… ok?"
He gave a weak nod.
I took that as an invitation. I slid a cold hand onto Sora's thigh, stroking it gently. I kissed his hips, loving the feeling of his perfect round bones.
Sora had taken to wearing a skirt permanently. For some reason, he liked the breeze. Not that I was complaining. It just gave me better access to him.
I reached the bottom of his lacy underwear, and bushed a tapered finger against his erection. I glanced up to see him bite his bottom lip, suppressing a moan in the back of his throat. I lifted down his underwear, and attentively touched my tongue to the head of his 'problem'. He moaned, loudly in fact.
Whilst massaging his hips in a circular rhythm, I took him fully into my mouth. He was well equipped for someone of his size. He bucked, and I held him down again. All I could hear was the perfect sounds he was making, and it just made me even more aroused. I ran my tongue teasingly slowly along his shaft, and listened to him moaning my name with passion. With each gasp of air he took, it was my name he let slip.
"God…uh…Riku…ah…please….don't stop…faster…."
I chuckled around his erection, and the vibrations were enough to send him over the edge.
"God….oh….Riku! RIKU! Please! God!"
I felt him fill my mouth. I thought his mouth tasted good, but shit, he was so much better this way. I pulled away and kissed him roughly, letting him taste himself.
It was only then I realized the door was open.
"You fucking fag… I cannot believe you! The whole school is going to hear about this!"
No. Rinoa stood, hand on hip, screeching.
"You sucked him off? You sick freak!"
"Rinoa….wait a second…"
"No fucking way. You sick bastard!"
I felt her slap me hard across the face, but I was numb. Not quite sure whether I was in the void between shock and humiliation, or the gap between heaven and hell.
I heard Sora stand up, but he was behind me. She pushed me into the shelves and smacked him hard over the head with the spine of her German dictionary.
All I saw next was him falling to the floor. Rinoa stood still for s second. Sora didn't get back up.
"Hey…Sora? SORA?"
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I saw him at the door.
"Well Riku. Look who's been a naughty boy…"
Shit…
God! You are all going to hate me now!
Well, I sorta have to do my exams… so… this is it... For now. I promise to update loads soon.
Cookies and roses to all reviwers!
Oh, and you also get a little bonus.,.. Riku's toothpick!
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