Second chapter. Enjoy!
April Fool's Day
Chapter Two
Kidd and Killer walked into the Eustass household, which was completely devoid of all life, save for the two teenagers who made a beeline for the kitchen after kicking off their shoes at the door.
"Mom's at work right now," Kidd explained, noticing how the blonde was peeking his head into the rooms connected with the kitchen.
"You should probably call her," Killer said softly, before he began rummaging through the fridge.
"Yeah," the pale teen agreed. He walked into the living room, and picked up the phone. Flipping through the digital phonebook, he selected the number dubbed 'work'. Placing the receiver to his ear, Kidd heard the familiar ringing.
"Kidd? Did you get expelled?" His mother, whom everyone called Dottie, asked, her voice sounding rather tinny over the phone line.
"No, only suspended. Two weeks. Killer too."
"Aw, they didn't like the fireworks?" Dottie chuckled.
"Akainu didn't seem to. They were goin' right for 'im, too. Aw, Mum you shoulda seen it. It was great," Kidd grinned.
"Well, that sounds wonderful darling. I don't really think there's anything left in the house to eat, so order a pizza. I might be home late."
"Alright. I think Killer's gonna stay the night."
"Okay sweetie. I love you. Have fun," Dottie said, before hanging up the phone. Kidd hung up his side of the line, then placed it back on the hook.
"Kidd! You don't have any food!" Killer called, walking lazily into the living room.
"I know. Mum said to call for a pizza," Kidd smiled, then flopped into the couch. The blonde sat down next to him, then rubbed his temples as a realization hit him.
"With what money? You owe that bitch anywhere from 50 to 100 bucks, easily," Killer reminded him.
"Oh, fuck!" The pale teen groaned loudly. He let his head loll onto the back rest of the couch, and sighed. "Would you buy it?"
"Fine. But, you owe me," the older teen said, growling slightly. He lifted his lithe hips, dug his hand into his back pocket, and pulled out his black wallet. Kidd couldn't help but watch the movement and subconsciously lick his deep purple lips. The taste wasn't that pleasant, but it brought him back to reality before his mind could wander into dangerous territory. Killer handed him the wallet, and leaned back until his back collided with the back of the couch.
"Whaddya want?" Kidd asked, picking up the phone. He knew the number for the pizza shop by heart, due to the fact that he dialed it so much. After all, teenagers lived off of pizza.
"Don't care," Killer replied. He stood, laced his fingers together and held them high above his head to stretch out his back. The redhead let his eyes wander over the rather well-defined muscles in the small of the tanned back, which had been exposed due to the fact that the blonde's shirt lifted slightly with the stretch.
Killer walked away, with a quiet murmur of 'I'm tired' on his lips. The pale teen smiled softly, and nodded, knowing perfectly well that the blonde was going up stairs to take a nap. On his bed.
Just the thought made Kidd's face flush to match the colour of his hair. Quickly, he shook his head to dislodge the image – he had to order pizza. The redhead dialed the number that his fingers were so accustom to dialing quickly, and held the receiver to his ear.
"Hello, Jessica's Pizza. How may I help you?" A gruff voice echoed from the ear piece. Kidd smiled – it was Jonathan. The man was married to Jessica, and helped her run her restaurant.
"Hey, John," Kidd said.
"Ah, Kidd. How are you?" Jonathan's voice sounded very pleased on the other end.
"Hungry. Tell Jessica to make the usual."
"Can do. Half an hour." With that, they hung up, and Kidd leaned back into the couch, letting his mind wander.
Almost immediately, his thoughts honed in on the blonde asleep upstairs. Kidd knew that Killer had ascended the stairs, and sluggishly walked down the hallway to his bedroom. The blonde had closed the door behind him, and then stripped out of his shirt. He flopped down on the bed, before rolling onto his back, and then stretched out to cover as much as he could of the king-sized bed. He would have fallen asleep like that, the exposed tanned chest rising and falling just ever so slightly as he slept.
The image made him hard in a matter of moments. Killer always looked so..so…delicious as he slept. Especially at Kidd's house – the blonde finally let himself relax, and slept without any inhibitions. He always looked so peaceful and so fuck-able.
Kidd bit his lip to suppress a groan. He knew that he shouldn't be thinking about his best friend like this. He shouldn't be wishing to pound the blonde into the mattress over and over and over again. He shouldn't be wanting to hold the smaller male close to him, just to make him feel safe.
The redhead sighed as he felt his jeans rub against him almost painfully. With a quick look over the back of the couch towards the stairs to make sure that Killer wasn't walking down them, Kidd unzipped himself. His already swollen member sprang to attention, an ugly purplish-red colour. The redhead spat in the palm of his hand, before gripping his cock in his large hand. He hissed as the cool wetness came in contact with his heated length.
Biting his lip to keep his moans muffled so that the blonde wouldn't hear them, Kidd stroked himself softly. Rouge eyes fluttered closed, as he let his head loll to rest on the back of the couch. Images of Killer flitted before his eyes, the blonde disheveled, panting, and writhing underneath an invisible hand.
Kidd squeezed and pumped himself harder as the blonde in his mind reached his peak. Kidd felt himself release into his palm, and felt himself relax completely. A soft sigh escaped his purple lips, and he looked down at his hand, which was stained white. When he finally came down from his high, Kidd stood and went to the nearest restroom to wash the spunk off of his hand and the few drops that fell onto his dark-wash jeans.
Kidd cleaned himself up, and then heard the doorbell ring. That was the pizza, most likely. Quickly, the redhead tucked himself back into his pants, and adjusted his shirt so that it sat right on his torso.
The pale teen walked to the front door, but not before scooping Killer's wallet off of the coffee table where he had left it. The redhead fished out twenty five dollars, and sighed. He would have to pay the blonde back quickly – he hated taking money from Killer. Besides, there were so many more things that he could be taking from the blonde that were way more valuable in rouge eyes.
Kidd threw open the door and grinned at the delivery boy with a box in his hands. A delicious smell was wafting from it, and it made Kidd's mouth water.
"Hey, Kidd," Jonathan smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes becoming more defined with the smile. "Eighteen fifty."
"Keep the change, John," the redhead smiled back, handing the green bills over to the orange-haired man.
"Thanks man. Enjoy," Jonathan said, taking the money, and handing the pizza to the pale teen. With a nod, the man left, and Kidd closed the door behind him.
The redhead walked through the living room and into the kitchen, where he set the box onto the table. Now, it was time to go and get Killer, or the blonde just might sleep until tomorrow. Kidd hoped that his libido would stay sated, and not cause any more problems for him today.
All teenagers live off of pizza. True story. This is chapter two out of what I'm hoping would be three or four. Leaning towards four personally. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter because I really enjoyed writing it. Just a bit of a hint at sexy things. Don't worry, more is to come! I promise! But, in the mean time, tell me what you thought! I really really wanna know!
