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A storm raged outside of the snug house, rattling the windows to the fearful boy's room. Sunao whimpered under his covers, eyes wide. Thunder roared, and the pinkette jumped from his bed in fright, running over to the guest room where his friend had been given lodge. Poking his head in the door, he searched nervously for a head of spiky blue hair. "Kuu-chan? Are you...awake?" His voice was a soft whisper. Lying beneath a heaped pile of blankets, Sora hugged his pink plush elephant Toushizou.
He peeked sheepishly out, and looked around the room. "Nao-chan!" He smiled. "Quickie! In here, before the thunder gets you!" A small pool of light trickled from the swathes of bedding, coming from a small flashlight. "Quick!" He squealed as the room flashed electric blue, and the windows rattled. Sunao yelped and jumped onto the bed, darting under the blankets to hug Sora tightly.
"Kuu-chan, I was so scared!" His eyes watered as he snuggled his head onto Sora's shoulder, pink hair messed from constant shifting. Sora pulled the blankets tight around them; he felt Nao's soft hair against his cheek. "Nao-chan must not be scared! Must be brave like Hashiba, Sora!" His voice was trembling, but he puffed his chest out defiantly.
He had unconsciously started to stroke Nao's hair, remembering his mother doing the same to him when he was scared. Sunao tilted his head up to look at Sora, wiping his eyes with a hand. "Storms sound like monsters in the sky..." He began, voice small as he buried his head in Sora's neck, sniffling on occasion.
"I have something to make you laugh!" Sora smiled through gritted teeth as another shockwave of thunder rolled over the house. He stuck his short arm under the mattress and produced a battered and worn magazine. He opened it to expose pictures of men in various stages of undress. "Wha' you think he's doing behind that man's back, Nao-chan?"
Sunao turned his head to look at the magazine, head tilting in question. "I dunno...maybe they're playing some kinda weird game? And where'd ya get that, Kuu-chan?" He reached out and poked the magazine with a finger, still cuddled to Sora in fear of the skies above. "You promise you won't tell, Sunao!?" He asked, turning the magazine sideways. His eyes widened, and he quickly turned the page.
"Promise." Sunao squirmed until he sat in Sora's lap, to better view the strange new text. A blush settled on his cheeks as he stared, jumping once another shock of lightning shot across the sky. Sora nuzzled into Nao's neck, so he could whisper. "My Uncle Jubei, from Kyoto, is stopping, and I found it in his bag. There was some other stuff in there, but this one had two boys kissing...and I thought maybe it would help us be good friends."
He pointed to an extremely pleased looking man in a compromising position. "Like them playing horsey! Oh...They've got no clothes on..hehe, maybe that's why we got it wrong?" "Maybe...but then why do boys and girls kiss in clothes? Do you think it's some kinda magic thingy? Like something cool happens if they do it right?" Sunao tapped his chin in thought and turned to kiss the top of Sora's head, momentarily forgetting about the storm.
"Hmm..."He grinned at the soft feel of the lips on his skin. "My dad says that if you kiss the girls all your teeth will fall out. Funny, cos when mom caught him kissing a girl, all of his teeth fell out!" Sora giggled. His arms wrapped around his special friend from behind. "Reckon if we're naked, that we will be smiling like that?"
Sunao made a face. "Girls must be evil then...maybe they make monster storms and stuff, or they have icky goo in their mouths that poison you when you kiss them!" He began, sticking his tongue out. "And I dunno, did being naked ever feel really good to you before? Or do you think it's a special friend thing?" Placing his hands over Sora's own, he thought of the possibilities.
"My Uncle Jubei has always said girls are evil, ever since he was our age." The warmth of Sunao in his lap was beginning to distract him, warm tingles running up and down his spine. "I think special friends can be er...in their birthday suits together!" "That makes sense." Sunao leaned back into Sora, head tilted back to look at his friend.
"Wait...does that mean mommies are evil too?" He didn't even mind the thunder this time around, booming and crashing around him. Sora paused, his mind ticking over the question. "No" he said finally. "Cos moms aren't girls...their jus' moms!" He paused, looking at the pictures over Nao's shoulder.
"Nao...I think you've broken my thingy! It's gone all hard!" "Sorry...does it hurt, Kuu-chan?" Sunao's eyebrows furrowed and he made to move off of Sora's lap. "No it doesn't hurt, it feels...nice. Lookie, that picture. His willy is broken too, and that other man is kissing it better."
Sora's mind and body were in competition for control. "It feels good when you sit there, Nao-chan. Is yours broken too?" His small hand fumbled in his Toushizou patterned pajama bottoms to make sure it hadn't dropped off. "I don't think mine's broken...but that guy's doesn't look broken. It's just tall, see?" He pointed at the picture curiously.
"Maybe it does that when you're happy? That guy looks happy in the picture." Turning to watch Sora, he rested his hands on his thighs, head tilted. "Maybe..." Sora eyed Sunao quizzically. "You wanna like next to me with no pajamas on and see if we feel happy?" He asked innocently. "Okay." Sunao smiled at his friend, fumbling with the buttons on his cloud pajama top.
Sora managed to get his pink elephant pajamas off, and lay under the warm sheets. He could feel the heat from Nao's skin close to his...and he felt very happy. He lay in the dark as Sunao fumbled with his nightclothes. Letting out a 'humph' of triumph, Sunao was relieved of the irritatingly buttoned top and slipped off his bottoms, completely nude in the dark room.
Wriggling under the sheets he scooted over to Sora, resting his head on the bluenette's chest. Tingles played down every nerve, settling at his willy. "I think I'm happy too." He whispered, draping an arm across Sora's ribs. Sora stared at the sheets over his eyes for a few minutes, feeling strange and excited, it was like Christmas Eve.
Nao's arm felt light and warm, his could feel his 'little man' pressing against the cotton bedding. "Er...Now what?" Sora asked finally. "Not sure...maybe what those guys did in your uncle's magazine?" Sunao offered, pulling Sora closer as a low buzz encased his insides. Switching on his flashlight, Sora and Nao peered at the various pictures.
"No...can't do that one, there is only two of us...Mom would kill me for putting a cucumber up my bum...ahah!" He exclaimed. "Those two men are just lying on top of each other kissing! Wanna try that one?" "Sure! Do you wanna be on top or do you want me to?" Sunao propped himself up on his elbows, lying next to Sora.
"Um...I'll lay on you first, and then we see what happens!" Sora grinned, pulling himself onto the velvety soft body of his friend's, their bodies touching in special places. Sunao gasped in surprise, a blush tingeing his cheeks as widened eyes glanced up at Sora. Reaching up, he brought Sora's mouth down upon his own and kissed him lightly, heart racing.
Sora's eyes widened, but then closed. He flicked his tongue playfully over Nao's lips, both hands on the mattress on either side of the pink haired boys head. Sunao opened his mouth and slid his tongue against Sora's, sifting through the tidal wave of sensations that he was receiving.
Sora had found that if he gently rocked backwards and forwards, his willy rubbed Nao's, and it felt tingly nice. So he continued, their tongues playing tag in each others mouth. One of Sunao's hands slithered down Sora's back, resting just above his bum with a gentle touch. A strange sound came from his mouth once Sora had started moving, and he slightly startled himself. "I made a funny noise..." he'd pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath.
"We both are making funny noises!" Sora answered, panting in little breaths. He suddenly found his willy was tingling, and something warm and wet began to spread between their tummies. Sunao looked down at their mess thoughtfully.
"That's weird." He stated, grinning despite himself. "And sticky...we better clean up before it gets on the bed. Mommy would probably get mad." Licking Sora's cheek affectionately, Sunao giggled. Sora nodded, prodding the pale white goo, and then trying to flick it of his fingers. He darted forward and kissed Nao on the lips. "I'll go get toilet paper..."
"Nah, let's just go to the bathroom and wash it off." Sunao carefully got up, pulling Sora with him, and maneuvered them off of the bed. "Let's go." The duo smiled and padded off to the bathroom.
Okay, on one request we added on! Here's the new chapter; I actually went back and edited it this time! Oh my god, better spelling and grammar! Well, now that my sarcasm moment is done and gone…happy –insert holiday here- to you all. We don't own Sukisho or any of the characters, although we can spin quite the yarn about them!
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