24.
After Roxas had stolen his prized extra stretchy/extra tight pants, which he probably wouldn't want back after today, he saw him and Axel drive away in a pickup truck. Sora smiled. The day was just his and Riku's. It sounded so silly to him; he'd just seen the boy yesterday, and yet the aching need to just be in the same room with him was flaring and terribly agonizing.
They were so busy lately. (Well, Riku more than Sora since he only had four classes with work.) It seemed like all the classes were finishing off chapters. It was like month-end at the hotel but with less filing and more studying for unit tests.
Poor Riku. Maybe keeping him from his books right now wasn't such a great idea. It wasn't like Riku would fail without studying for today, but impressing his father with high marks was a constant priority. Sora was going out with the future Director of Jenova Projects. Yes, Riku was to inherit the business, which was odd since he was the youngest of his brothers. Not even Riku knew why he was the one to take over, but Sephiroth had promised him answers when the time came.
He couldn't believe how well things were going. It should have been impossible for someone to be so auspicious. He had good grades that he wholeheartedly earned, he had a great job that firmly pushed him to where he wanted to go in life, he had incredibly supportive parents who'd probably do anything for him, he had the greatest twin brother who he could blackmail into giving him some pocket money, he was young, he was healthy, and he had Riku. Sora grinned as his mind went back to the silveret.
Anyone with Riku in their life was lucky. And how much more did that mean when Sora had a special place in the boy's heart? Sora was special to someone, and that someone was Riku. When this all began, he felt like he'd won the lottery; the non-existent one with lots of secret bonuses that only made your life better. But what worried him was if he was the same thing to Riku.
They would definitely talk about it. He wasn't planning it, but Sora would just wait for an opportune moment to arise and he'd … talk. It sounded so scary. Riku, Sora flopped onto the couch. I'm completely taken with you. And I'm freaked out of my mind.
Sora reached into his pocket for his cell phone. Speed dial 3. –Insert odd ringing noise that isn't really a ring, but more like a low-setting vibration tone that signifies that the actual ringing is happening on the other side of the satellite, even when they are not completely in sync, but has been used for years and years and that no one will ever think to change because it's formulated its identity as the phone ring– A deep, sexy voice answered. "Hello?" Sora's heart stopped and he mentally smacked himself. Like he hasn't heard his voice in weeks!
"Hey," he greeted lowly.
"Sora!" Riku's voice audibly 'brightened,' if that was at all possible outside Sora's head. (He was seeing shooting stars.) "Are you coming over now?"
"Yeah. I just wanted to make sure you were awake."
"I'm finishing something in the kitchen so just let yourself in, alright?"
Sora sat up with a smirk. "You're cooking? I don't think I wanna be in the house. Or neighbourhood."
"Just get over here, wise guy." Sora giggled and hung up. Two minutes later, he was closing the front door of Riku's house behind him. He looked around timidly. Even entering someone else's house with their permission but without them, always felt kind of … wrong.
One side of the kitchen was the end of the long hallway from the foyer and past the living room. That was where Riku stood, eerily still, plate in hand and watching Sora as the brunet took of his shoes. When the boy looked up, he saw Riku immediately and started to walk towards him.
"Hey Riku, what's that you're cooking? It almost smells edible." He laughed, but Riku didn't make a sound. He barely showed signs of comprehension. Instead, he put the plate in his hands down and hastily met Sora in the sitting room. "Riku? What's-?"
Without warning, notice, or batting an eyelash Riku took firm hold of Sora's chin and crashed their lips together. It started off as hard and continuous, and then grew to Riku needing to touch every spot of the boy's lips with his own. Thrice over.
Sora stared at him with wide eyes. Riku laughed softly as he pulled away. But he didn't move back very far since Sora felt the warm breath as he whispered, "Hi."
The younger choked out in response at the abruptness of the situation and inhaled sharply when Riku seized his lips again. Riku closed the remaining distance between their bodies. Sora, languidly letting him take control, was bent back over the top of the couch. The silveret quickly peppered Sora with kisses everywhere between his jaw, ears and whatever else wasn't concealed by his open collar. The boy's neck rolled back in blissful pleasure.
It wasn't long before Riku climbed over him, making their bodies slide onto to the couch seats. Sora moaned when Riku's tongue slithered into his mouth. The teen playfully darted in and out, occasionally pausing before pushing back in. Eliciting soft whines, the brunet wrapped his arms tightly around Riku's neck to deepen the kiss and to make sure Riku didn't pull away until he was good and ready.
When Sora's legs eventually made their way around the older teen's waist, Riku nearly fainted. His head swam with incomplete thoughts (groans). Most of them sounding like: 'Frick Sora, why'd you have to walk in like that?' or 'Can't believe this is happening to me.' and even 'Need skin. Nowww.'
Before he could get his mind off the thought, Sora had grabbed one of his hands and placed it just below the hem of his red polo. The heat from his palm sent shocks from his upper thigh, even more so when Riku dragged his nails up the sensitive side of his waist. His body convulsed, rubbing their arousals together.
The heat rushed to Riku's face and he moved to nibble on Sora's cute little ear; nibbling on it, licking it, sucking on it. His fingers brushed past a nub and snaked up the Sora's left arm. After softly scratching the delicate inner skin, he hooked his fingers onto the boy's sleeve. Sora slipped it out and dived directly to Riku's zipper. His active/compliant manner turned the silveret on immensely. Riku slightly crouched to let Sora release him from his denim detention and to draw light circles all over a newly exposed, creamy shoulder.
Sora's fingers trembled. He could feel the heat of Riku's gaze on him literally making him sweat. He looked straight into his eyes as he popped the button open. Their eyes slipped shut and their open mouths drew closer. Sora slowly dragged the zipper down…
-THWUMP!-
Sora squeaked, not quite silently, when Riku bit his lip in surprise.
Feet scuttled across the carpeted floor and the dishevelled pair looked at the intruder grinning maniacally.
"Well, look what brother was hiding."
This is so bad xD
I had an easier time writing THEM than Axel and Roxas. Dammit xP
Gah I've over sexi-fied myself this time. (replaced phrase: 'I've outdone..' o.o)
A little Riku/Sora background here ;]
REVIEW PLEASE! I know who has me on story alert. REVIEW. PLEASE ~!
50th reviewer get's a little something something? ;D
Omg, I can't believe I used 'denim detention' xD
Cookies to who can tell me who just walked through the door.
And come on. I made it so totally obvious xD
I think o.o
Thank you my lovely minions...uh READERS :D
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