Accidental Meetings
Pairings: KandaxAllen
Disclaimer: Don't own. But I wish I did...then again don't we all wish that?
Rating for this Chapter: NC-17 for a Lime. If you feel offended then do not read.
Big thanks to my beta for this chapter!!
Kanda stared at the empty document in front of him, he had been staring at it for the past two hours but was unable to write more then the title. He let out an angry growl at the screen, swearing that the cursor was mocking him. The research was due tomorrow afternoon, so Kanda had traveled from his spacious but uncomfortably empty and impersonal apartment to the cafe down the street to write up the last report. Instead, he had ended up getting unnecessarily caffeinated and growling at his laptop.
Why?
Because his mind was being plagued by thoughts of a certain white haired young man and a meaningless kiss. But how meaningless was the kiss if Kanda was still thinking about it? Not just thinking but obsessing! He didn't find it fair to blame his inability to think properly and focus on the incident or on Allen, so instead he ended up getting mad at himself. Really! He was 24 already, had an okay job as a researcher for a medical company where he hoped to climb the ranks to a higher position, and a good enough income to support himself and rent out a large apartment. He was set; now was definitely not the time to be questioning his sexuality, choices in life, and second guessing all of his broken relationships.
Actually, any day other then the day before something is due is a good day.
But as luck would have it, the last report that needed to be done before he handed in his research was related to the experiment that he did on that day. The day that he met the energetic white-haired male with the interesting scar. The day said male dragged him all over campus in an illusive search. The day that they had shared a kiss – however incidental. The day that his mind had been thrust into confusion.
The day he had met Allen.
Kanda let out an exasperated sigh. He was a very straightforward and rather blunt person who was used to being in control and focused. He always knew what he wanted or did not want. But one encounter, one person, one kiss had been enough to break through his reasonable organized persona and turn him into. . .this.
The man that none of him colleagues or few occasional friends would recognize as Kanda.
The man that sat in a cafe draining his fifth cup of coffee and growling at his computer.
The man that usually had a neat look and perfect appearance sat there looking tired and unshaved; his shirt unusually rumpled and untucked and his hair in a less than perfect ponytail. Strands fell out of the band and around his face, and Kanda made no effort to push them away.
Most people would not notice these little changes, but those that knew Kanda would know automatically. Kanda himself noticed them, but the unsettling emotions of this last week and the constant state of unrest his mind had been in caused him to not care about appearances.
This last week had felt like a personal hell for Kanda, made to drain him both emotionally and physically with confusion and endless thoughts of a kiss he should have long forgotten.
Letting out a exasperated sigh, Kanda let his head collapse into his hands. His fingers quickly found his temples and began to massage in soothing circles affectively relaxing him physically, though emotionally he was still strained.
Felling slightly better, Kanda let his hands drop as he stood up. Stalking over to the counter of the small cafe he greeted the girl on the other side with a tired glance and his usual order. The girl gave a small pitying smile in return, sympathizing with the man as she silently went about getting his large black coffee ready.
Kanda let his hands support his weight as he leaned on the counter, his eyes unfocused as he stared straight ahead in a half lidded gaze.
"Boo." A light-hearted voice whispered into his ear and made Kanda jump out of his skin and his body stiffened as he spun around, face to face with the white haired man that he had been unconsciously thinking about.
"Ahh...A-a-llen." He choked out before gaining composure again and shutting off the emotions showing on his face, "What are you doing here?" he said in a more stoic and controlled voice.
"Getting coffee, just like you." Allen reported cheerly before looking over Kanda's shoulder and calling out to the girl, "Miss, one medium French vanilla please," with a smile.
Then looking back at Kanda he let a more serious smile grace his face, "I saw you though the window and came in to apologize about. . .before." Allen looked to the side slightly embarrassed at the last word.
Kanda was also embarrassed, but more about his thoughts from this week than about the actual incident. Not that he'd let Allen know that, instead he opted for giving a tiny nod that Allen barely caught and saying, "It's fine."
Allen wasn't convinced and pressed on, "I still feel bad. I wasn't thinking about you. You must have felt disgusted."
This only managed to add to Kanda's previous confusion when he realized that disgust hadn't even entered his thoughts. Sure he had been surprised, confused, frustrated, even angry. . .but never disgusted.
Allen interjected into his thoughts, "How about I treat you to that coffee you ordered to make up for it?" And before Kanda could respond Allen had already got out a bill and paid the girl behind the counter, who had just brought both of their orders. Grabbing both their cups he nudged Kanda with his elbow, careful not to spill the drinks, and added a soft "C'mon." He looked in the direction on the empty table with Kanda's laptop on it.
Kanda submitted to the request and moved towards the table, the turn in events caused him to loose composure. Sitting – though it could be considered falling – down into his chair. He kept his eyes down on the dark wood of the table while Allen sat down. When he could no longer hear Allen's movements he figured that the other man had settled and looked up. His eyes met bright apologetic silver ones and he forgot what he was going to say, not that it mattered since Allen decided that he needed to apologize once more.
"I just want you to know that I really am sorry about that. It was nice of you to help me but I just got you in trouble and then made you uncomfortable and I wasn't thinking." Allen's voice grew more frantic, "I bet you hate me now. I know I wou---" but before he could finish his self-hating rant Kanda interrupted him.
"I don't hate you." He spoke in an even tone, thankful that he had been able to keep his voice from wavering.
"But-" Allen began to be cut off again.
"I just don't. So don't fret about it."
Allen looked uncertain, "So you forgive me?" he asked in a small voice.
"Yes." The dark haired man on the other side of the table answered in an steady voice reassuring Allen who seemed to visibly relax. Allen put his arms on the table and lowered his chin to rest on them. Looking up at Kanda he let a smile of relief stretch on his face. The relief was short lived and his shoulder tensed again automatically when he heard the next question.
"Are you gay?" Kanda asked this with a perfectly straight face not letting his thoughts show. Kanda wasn't even sure what those thoughts were. On one hand if Allen was not, Kanda would feel relief but also his own confusion about kissing another male and liking it. Yes – liking it, would not go away. On the other hand if Allen was, then Kanda would have to admit that he liked it instead of going into ignorant denial like he had planned.
Allen raised his head to look Kanda in the eye. Thinking about the question, Allen bit his lower lip lightly and tilted his head to the side; which did not go unnoticed by Kanda though he wished it did because he realized that he found the small gesture oddly attractive. . . Finally, as if coming to a conclusion, Allen smiled brightly at the other man.
"I dunno, I never thought about it," Allen chirped.
Kanda wanted to bang his head on the table but his pride didn't let him. What kind of answer was that? It seemed unfair to Kanda that while he had been obsessing with the kiss, it seemed to not have affected Allen at all.
But before Kanda had a chance to excuse himself to go brood somewhere else, Allen started mussing his own thoughts out loud.
"Well I guess now that I have thought about it I would have to say that it shouldn't matter. I mean, gender does not make the person." Allen proclaimed surprisingly wise words with an idiotic smile on his face. Kanda felt a tinge of respect for the other male but it was wiped away almost instantly as Allen continued to muse, "Or maybe I'm just saying that because I have a hair fetish. Oh My god! Do I have a hair fetish?" Allen looked horrified for a second forgetting about Kanda siting there and continuing, "I mean Rinali had long dark hair. Even when I think back to my crushes before her all of them had long dark hair." Allen froze for a second in shock "What if Rinali and I broke up because she cut her hair and I was subconsciously not interested in her anymore. I'm so shallow. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" Allen practically wailed the last part.
Kanda shook his head at Allen's idiocy for a second and cleared his throat. The sound seemed to shake Allen from his thoughts and he looked up at Kanda. For a second they just stared at each other, and then Allen realized what he was saying just seconds before and blushed. Kanda of course, thought the blush was cute but as soon as he caught himself thinking that he looked away blushing himself. This circle continued with Allen seeing Kanda's blush and thinking it was cute.
But after that embarrassing moment Allen's mind seemed to start up again, and he became slightly confused about why exactly Kanda would blush. So he stopped his thoughts for a second and allowed his logical businessman mind do its work. The gears shifted and fell into place and suddenly Kanda's blush, the earlier question, and the slightly anxious behavior he had been displaying through out the conversation seemed to make perfect sense.
Being the risk taker, Allen decided to try to prove his suspicions right. Really the only thing he was risking was his dignity, and unlike most Allen didn't think much of making a fool out of himself.
Leaning across the table, he looked Kanda in the eye with a playful smile dancing on his lips. Allen gave his lower lip a small bite before half whispering, "Why are you asking?"
Kanda for his part did not miss how the white-haired boy moved closer, or how he bit his lip. Actually, he relished the sight though he wouldn't admit it even to himself.
"Umm...n-no particular reason." Kanda managed to stammer out obviously denying himself. Luckily for him, Allen's businessman mind was still switched on and he caught the slight tint of red on Kanda's pale cheeks, and the way the dark-haired young man turned his eyes slightly to the side. A tell tale sign of lying. Smirking lightly, he leaned in just a bit more. "You sure?" he whispered again.
Kanda swallowed and looked up at Allen, "Ummm. . .well. . ." he didn't know how to continue though. His usual disciplined persona had cracked at the kiss; now it was being broken and brutally crushed under a sneaker-wearing sole of the white-haired youth on the other side of the table.
Allen seemed to catch on easily enough, "Is it about the kiss?" He asked, forgetting his own embarrassment for the moment and going with the direct approach.
As luck would have it a direct Yes-or-No question seemed exactly what Kanda needed. He easily answered "Yes." without thinking what exactly he was answering to. Later he would blame his impulsive answer on his general confusion at the moment, and that was partly the reason. The other reason was that he I wanted to tell Allen what was on his mind.
For now though, he just turned a even lighter shade or pale when he realized what he just answered to, and stumbled out of his chair grabbing the laptop with his other hand, ready to run. His uncharacteristically frantic dark eyes roamed over the surprised face of the white haired youth, "I-I..." Frustrated at himself for stammering he clammed his mouth shut, pursing his lips in frustration, forcing his mind to form a believable excuse. He failed, and what came out of his mouth was nothing close to believable.
"I have to feed my cat." Sooo believable! Ha. And with that Kanda turned and walked away.
Allen obviously didn't buy it, and scrambled out of the chair in order to run after the other's quickly retreating back. He stumbled on a couple of chairs and nearly fell before managing to catch up with Kanda just at the entrance to the cafe. He grabbed the other's sleeve breathlessly hoping to slow him down, but it only made Kanda jerk his arm away and continue out the door.
Allen followed yelling out a desperate "Kandaaaa!" As he half ran to get to the others side. The dark haired young man continued to look forward through all this, frustrated with himself for lowering his guard so easily with the other, as well as with the growing ache he felt in his heart at the thought that if they parted ways now then he might never see Allen again. He didn't want to think or feel that, and his inability to control his own thoughts just made him angrier.
Allen seemed to sense his anger, and in hopes of calming the enraged dragon in the form of a dark-haired man beside him, he tried to reassure Kanda. He guessed that Kanda was embarrassed and in part, he was right.
"Kanda?" He called out softly. Taking the slight pick up of pace, as well as a light twitch in the other's eye, as confirmation that he was heard, he continued, "You don't have to say anything. I get it. The whole accidentally kissing another guy and not being disgusted bit. That has to mean something. But you shouldn't make a big deal out of it."
At that, Kanda snapped, "How can I NOT make a big deal out of it!?!?" Healmost yelled, but restrained himself to a loud tone instead so not frighten the people around them.
Allen seemed to take it in stride and continued, "Well you don't know if there is anything to make a big deal out of? Maybe it was just the circumstance. You were surprised if I remember correctly. So if it was to happed again things might turn out different." Allen shrugged, "Right?"
"Fine!" Kanda snapped again turning his face to look at Allen, "If its such a NOT big deal to you. How about you volunteer to help me figure out if its a big deal to me!?" He yelled causing a few of the people around then to glance their way.
Allen was a bit taken back by the sudden proposal, "Bu-But...I meant-" But he was cut of by a angry glare and a growl from Kanda. So instead he sighed in defeat, "Ah, right then." Allen took a moment to collect himself, wondering where he went wrong in trying to help the dark haired graduate, and how exactly he ended up in the middle of some god-forsaken street being asked to help in a sexual experiment.
Figuring he had it coming to him when he started asking about the kiss, he sighed again and decided to just go along with it. Looking around a bit he seemed to recognize the small antique store at the end of the street and instantly brightened up," Oh I know that store, my flat isn't far from here." He proclaimed in a once again carefree voice, and grinning at Kanda he grabbed the other's hand and dragged the dark haired frustrated youth through the streets.
The sudden contact seemed to give Kanda deja-vu, and he silently thanked whatever gods there where for at least sparing him a replay of the last times incident and blessing them with almost empty streets. Quickly, the smiling bright white-haired young man and the gloomy long haired slightly-older-but-still-young man made their way through a series of twists, alleyways, turns and shortcuts to end up on a street Kanda had never seen and Allen seemed incredibly familiar with. So familiar, that Allen had taken to walk backwards while still holding Kanda's hand and somehow managing not to bump into anyone, even the living breathing moving people who populated the street.
In a total of five dizzying minutes Kanda found himself in front of a old Victorian house that would have been quite beautiful if it had not been for the tangle of black metal that spiraled around it. At first Kanda thought the house was being renovated, but when Allen pulled him to one of the metal carcasses he realized that the metal limbs where actually staircases that allowed the separate tenants of the house to access their own floor out of the four floors that the house spanned. Allen led them up with expert ease, while Kanda gritted his teeth and pushed down his growing fear of the whole contraption falling and followed close behind, still holding onto Allen's hand. The fear became more and more realistic as they climbed – the metal seemed to creek more then necessary, and by the time they had reached the fourth and last floor Kanda swore that it was giving away. He gripped Allen's hand for the first time since Allen grabbed his instead of letting it hang limp in Allen's grip.
And just like that, it was over; they passed onto the solid ground of the balcony made entranceway. Kanda let out a relieved sigh.Guessing what the sigh was about, Allen let out a chuckle.At this Kanda only glared, Figures the idiot would enjoy mentally torturing me with thoughts of a stupid pointless death. Kanda would have gotten mad at being made a fool of but the sight that greeted him as they passed the balcony door was more then enough to distract him.
A black door with red and white designs and a fogged window opened up to a wide room that Kanda guessed was the living room. The room had all the standard furnishings: a couch, love seat, coffee table, normal sized TV, a ordinary lamp in the corner, and a couple bookshelves filled with an assortment of books, pictures, and other everyday junk. What interested Kanda was the paint job on the walls. Each of the four walls where a different color but held the same metallic tint that acted as a motif and made the room look complete.
That was just the beginning though, for each wall was decorated with a variety of photos, paintings, and quotes written directly onto the wall. The paintings were not connected by any motif, but seemed to be just a reflection of the owner's moods. The photo's were never personal and all seemed to be either of famous people or of famous places. Kanda even noticed that there where a couple framed newspaper clippings on the walls. The writing was what interested Kanda the most, and when he looked closer he realized that the quotes spanned centuries as well as languages. He recognized a number of languages but many others where lost to him.
The whole ensemble made him look at the white-haired idiot – only he seemed less idiotic now – differently. Allen didn't seem to notice Kanda's awe at his décor, and instead bounced around the large wall pushing aside a couple books under the table and the pillows and blankets on the couch off to the side in hopes of cleaning up the room a bit. Kanda let a small smile crawl its way onto his lips when he noticed Allen putting empty cups in the TV stand beside the variety of DVDs collected there, as if it was the most natural place for the cups to go.
A minute or so later, Allen seemed satisfied with his work even though the room was still far away from being neat and turned back to Kanda. He made his way over to the other's side quickly, stopping and only leaving one short step between them. Kanda glared at Allen for invading his personal space so easily, while the other seemed oblivious to what he'd just done.
Instead Allen just tilted his head in question and easily asked, "So...where?"
Kanda seemed to be momentarily puzzled by the question. And really, he was better of confused because when he realized exactly what was being asked. His face turned an embarrassing red, which he just barely concealed with his hair by turning his face away. Steeling himself for what was going to happen he turned back to Allen, his face was calm and only retaining an almost unnoticeable tint of pink that he was unable to will away. Swallowing lightly he said, "Wherever. It doesn't matter to me." Hoping that he conveyed the disinterest that he wished he had towards the whole situation.
Allen just smiled and grabbed Kanda's hand – honestly it was becoming a habit – he maneuvered them across the room to the burgundy red door there. Pushing it open with his foot, he revealed what could only be assumed to be the bedroom. It was a great deal more simplified them the living room, but still had a cozy well lived in look. The walls where a dark navy color and heavy dark red drapes covered a large window. The light gently filtered in through the thick material, setting the room in a red grow. There was a wooden worn-down dresser pushed against one wall, beside it the closet door was slightly open and clothes could be seen spilling out onto the floor preventing it from closing further. The rest of the room was occupied by the large double bed which was covered in a multitude of fluffy blankets, quilts, and pillows of different colors and sizes.
Feeling a great deal more awkward now that he was faced with the bedroom, Kanda stopped cautiously at the door as if ready to bolt at any minute. Allen ignored Kanda's stiff posture and just pulled the dark haired man further into the room by the hand. He twisted his hand to one side making Kanda turn his body so that his back was to the bed for a moment; and a moment was all it took for Allen to push Kanda to sit on the collection of blankets behind him. Looking down at the dark haired man he had cornered, he furrowed his light brows for a second and blew a strand of loose hair out of his face. Making the most serious expression he could muster, Allen asked a different question, "Are you sure about this?"
Kanda was once again taken back by this, but he refused to back down in fear for his pride. To walk away now, as well as the fear of having to face his own confusing feelings later, could give another distracting obsession or worse of all – regret. Instead he just gave a honest and surprisingly warm "Yes."
Allen just gave a tiny nod, licked his lip and bit it lightly at the nervousness, newness, and awkwardness of the situation and lowered his face.
Kanda watched the lips as they descended to his in a awkward and oddly chaste kiss. It was just a brush of lips but it seemed to send all of Kanda's nerves on fire and he wished more then anything to deepen it. So he tried. Wrapping a strong arm around Allen's bent back, he pulled him closer. It didn't work out as planned when Allen lost his sense of balance and fell with an undignified "unf-" against Kanda's chest, sending the older male falling against the bed. Lying there, limbs intertwined, Allen leaning flush against Kanda, the tension and awkwardness was thick enough to cut. Allen pulled himself up, holding his weight with his forearms and looked down at Kanda.
They blinked at each other for a second, and even Kanda could not help but let a grin work its way onto his face as he let out a chuckle at the absurdness of the fall, and at the fact that they where even here together, at this whole experiment. Allen seemed to find it funny too and burst out laughing. With their laughter the tension seemed to snap. Kanda wrapped his arms back around Allen and pulled him close again while the other, still chuckling, buried his face in the strong pale neck beneath him. He let his sharp breaths ghost over Kanda's flesh.
Finally, even Allen's soft chuckling died away and he pulled up again with a smile on his face, feeling oddly comfortable and relaxed. He leaned his head downwards to try the kiss again and Kanda licked his lips in anticipation.
(Lime. NC-17. Do not read after this point if you feel offended.)
The kiss started chaste like before, but before Allen could pull away again Kanda pushed up to add pressure. Getting the picture, Allen pushed back enjoying the closeness. Kanda let his tongue slip out to run over Allen's lower lip and Allen gladly parted his lips, letting Kanda in. Their tongues swirled and danced together, tasting each other. Allen got a taste of musk that could only be associated with Kanda, tinted with coffee. Kanda got a taste of of mint with a strange sweetness that could only belong to Allen.
Kanda let his hand travel up to Allen's white hair and intertwined his slender fingers in the soft locks, he pulled Allen's mouth close to ravish, already addicted to Allen's taste. Allen didn't protest and brought his own hand to slide under Kanda's slightly raised head, pulling at the ponytail there. Getting his fingers hooked in the band, he pulled until the silky black strands where let loose, allowing himself to run his hand through them and enjoying the length even though he didn't want to admit it. Really, it was almost cute how Allen denied his fetish for long hair.
Getting breathless, Allen finally pulled away panting softly, already missing the heat. Kanda just looked up, also breathless, at the flushed boy above him whose hair and skin seemed to glow in the dim red light of the room. He found the sight to be strangely attractive and. . .well. . .beautiful, though he wasn't going to admit it. Instead he just pushed all thoughts of what was happening and who it was happening with out of his head and got lost in the moment, for once. Unable to restrain himself, he rolled them over so that he could look down at Allen who just flushed even more under the gaze.
Smirking a little, Kanda lowered his face to train small kisses across Allen's jaw enjoying the strong angles that can only be found on a male face, before going lower to his slender neck. He let his tongue trace a line to the collar bone before giving a hard suck. Pulling away, he was happy to see the red mark there and preceded to lick and nip at the skin leaving more marks white a hand found the collar of the shirt Allen was wearing. He let his fingers pull at the red string tied there until it gave away, then moved it lower to unbutton the shirt. Allen gave a light gasp as the slender fingers brushed his skin, and moved an arm to help pulling the buttons from the bottom. In seconds the shirt was undone and hanging opened to show a pale thin waist and flat stomach.
Allen's busy hands moved up to Kanda's shirt while Kanda just trailed his hands up and down Allen's sides, causing the skin to get covered in pleasurable goose-bumps and getting small gasps from the white-haired boy. Allen's fingers continued to work through the distraction, and finally the last button was off and the shirt was left hanging open exposing a muscular pale chest, wiry muscles, and a firm stomach. Allen let his eyes roam the exposed skin until settling on a tattoo over Kanda's heart. It was fairly small and he let his fingers brush it, feeling the slight indent of the tattoo. But as interesting as the ink was, Kanda had even more interesting qualities that Allen was waiting to touch, in favor of exploring those qualities he let his hand slip away from the tattoo and slide lower.
He went over pale skin to firm stomach, then to the thin hips and finally to the waistband of the soft cotton dress pants. Kanda hissed at the contact and lowered his mouth to lightly bite a pale nipple as pay back. Allen let out a low moan at this, his whole body arching, and pushed himself farther up against Kanda, making the other know of his pleasure. He let the other feel it as well, a growing and pulsing hardness against his thigh. Kanda let out a shudder at the thought of what was hidden beneath the cloth of Allen's pants and pushed back with a growing intensity, letting Allen know at his own hardening length as well.
Allen grinned and shifted up just a bit. Their clothed erections rubbed against each other, making the air suddenly feel hotter. Their pants rang in their ears as if amplified, and the constricting cloth tightened further.
Kanda panted as he sharply brought he hips to press hard against Allen's, grinding their erections together to create a desperately needed friction. The white haired youth beneath him moaned at the contact, arching his hips up in response. The heat spread through their bodies and shut down their brains. Reducing what was once two fairly intellectual men (even if one could be an idiot) to a pile of raging instinct pumped full of hormones left from their teenaged years. The two panted, moaned, shuddered, arched, and cried with a new and surprisingly satisfied passion. Kanda led his hands to pale hips to grip tightly, not caring about the bruises he would undoubtedly leave. Allen let his hands crawl around the man pressed against him to claw at the shirt covered back, not caring about the red trails he left there.
The desperate need to release seemed to dominate the two, and with a last thrust down on Allen's hips, Kanda covered the other's mouth with his own in a desperate messy kiss.
Allen felt Kanda tighten and ground his hips up, getting the necessary fiction to finally release as well, just as Kanda's mouth met his.
Their tongues pressed against each other in a familiar dance as the two bodies shuddered and came. Kanda growled low in his throat, but the sound was lost just when Allen let out a half whimper half moan. This sound also got lost in their passionate kiss.
Kanda's spent body collapsed on Allen's equally limp one with a satisfied sigh. For a moment they just lied there, eyes half lidded and small smiles stretched over content faces – until Allen moved his hand. It was a slow movement that Kanda didn't even notice until the hand connected with his back, attempting to lay there. Needless to say the sudden contact sent Kanda out of his sleepy and content state of mind and into a more coherent shocked one.
(Lime finished. Safe to read on D)
His first thought being What just happened? But seeing that even Kanda had to agree that was a stupid question, it was quickly replaced with just Oh crap!!! And Kanda sprang off the bed in one smooth movement, suddenly gaining full control of his relaxed muscles. He made his way to the door almost running, but refused to give in to his panic. Instead he just focused on sorting out everything going on in his head.
Okay, first, what happened?: he experimented and the result was that he is indeed interested in the more masculine gender. That he could almost deal with, given time. Second, with who?: Allen. The idiotic white-haired idiot of an idiot that Kanda was obsessing over earlier. The idiot that could manage to somehow pass Kanda's walls without bothering. The idiot that Kanda felt safe, good, and well. . .almost happy being around. Even if he didn't want to feel that way. Last, what now?: Nothing he tried to tell his mind even though a part of him screamed You liked that you stupid fool. Why are you running away? He didn't know why, but suddenly feeling so open and vulnerable made him sick. It was too new and unexpected. This was supposed to be just an experiment, dammit!
The last time he had felt this open and emotional was when he was probably just a toddler – having closed himself off with puberty and staying that way until now. A highly irritable tempered young man, he never showed any worthwhile emotion on his face, and definitely never let anyone in. Not even in his previous relationships – little wonder why they never worked. Though, the fact that he was subconsciously not attracted to the fairer sex might also have something to do with that.
He stormed out of the bedroom sparing no glance to the still dazed youth spread lazily across the bed, while buttoning his shirt. Grabbing the laptop he'd set down on Allen's coffee table earlier, he ran out of the messy apartment and down the metal limbs of the stairs that normally would have made his heart jump to his throat. Now though, he sped down them barely noticing the chorus of creaks his swift movements roused. The only thoughts on his mind were of getting home to the peace of his empty and plain apartment, and hopefully piecing some of his confusing emotions together into some sort of structure he could analyze and then fix.
A/N: Please Review!!! I am but a writer and we writers need reviews to live so unless you want me to starve of review deprivation I suggest you get to it! XD AND while you're at it tell me how my FIRST even lime was.