Rating: Uh. This one has some 'suggestive' themes, so PG13-R.
Warning: Boyluff, non-graphic sex
Disclaimer: I don't own them yet. So sad, right?
Author's Notes: I'm looking for a Beta, yeah, spiffy right? Well anyways, the latest in the SoRiku collection, sorry…I got kinda distracted with my other fix x(.
Oh, and just a side-note. I sorta have a Beta, but it's my ten year old sister Oo. She's failing English, plus she thinks Roxie should be spelt 'Roxy'.
Oh, wait. Another side-note. This was an English assignment of mine, my teacher told the class to "portray a character's feelings without saying they felt 'sad' or 'happy'." So yeah Oo. I got a B+. Anyways, I decided not to use names, and instead describe, which made my teacher happy. Yay. So yeah, enjoy!
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Secrets were supposed to stay secrets, so why did everyone know? They hadn't done anything to reveal their relationship, and they both knew the other wouldn't brag about it. All it had been were a few nervous glances, and occasionally, a small to touch of the hands. Nothing serious. Never kissing. Nonono. At least not in public. In their homes was a different thing, they experimented there.
Do you like it when I touch you here?
Does it feel good when I kiss you there?
Do you think they'll notice the mark you left there?
Everything was cautious at first, they didn't, and still don't want anyone to know. But their wants were most obviously ignored. The whole island seemed to know, and homosexuality was definitely not welcome here. Maybe they knew because their small experiments changed, maybe they could see through the web of lies.
I want to see what you look like here.
I want to kiss you there.
I need to touch you here.
Their touches were more aggressive as the romance changed, their love more of a curious lust. Then, she saw. She saw the cerulean eyes rolled back, golden limbs sprawled out on a bed. She saw sweat hanging from cinnamon spikes. She saw everything she loved with him. She saw the innocent boy in a place she would of never expected. With him. Making-love…with him. They noticed her, and with a look of pure horror, she promised not to tell.
As she climbed out a window, she watched moon colored skin pull away from its honey shaded partner. Her normally pretty features were twisted with shock, fear, and the smallest hint of disgust. She loved him. But she wouldn't tell. She shut the window, blocking out the soft, tired, and slightly frustrated groan coming from wet lips. She wouldn't ever tell.
No one knew except them, not even their parents knew. Everyone was completely oblivious, but as they walked to school that morning, they all knew what the snickers meant. It didn't matter that they knew, not really. It would happen to someone else, there would be new drama and eventually people would stop bugging them. But they wanted to know how. Could people really see the new way they looked at each other, needed each other, or even spoke to each other? Did someone hear the whispered "I love you"s that Riku had been giving Sora lately? Or maybe, it was just that obvious. Maybe there was a way to tell when two people were bonded by sex.
The red haired female looked just as confused as the brunette boy she once loved, it was proof enough that she didn't tell. She wasn't the type to get revenge, and she wouldn't betray him. It wasn't her who told. His mom? Her mom? The platinum haired teen's thoughts were interrupted by his boyfriend's tears.
"What will we do now?" He whispered, hot, thick tears still running freely from his lamp-like eyes.
"Shhh." The older whispered, loosely embracing his lover. "They don't matter anymore. Only us, understand?"
Cinnamon spikes brushed against a pale chin as he nodded weakly. More laughs. More fingers being pointed at them. More words being said to them, words that hurt feelings. But the brunette was safe; he was always safe around him.
"Let's just go, come on. We don't need this." Were his comforting words. He always knew what to say.
"But where?" The younger asked, it was a question that did not need answering. They would go where they always did when things got out of hand.
"Where no one will judge us."
A knowing glance was exchanged, and they ran out of the busy school. They would be back, but when they could handle it.
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Author's Notes: This was a bit confusing, but it's my favorite fiction that I've written so far. I think I have the personalities down, but please let me know xD. And if you review for any of my stories, this would be the one to review for. I would love you more than Patrick Stump.