Whooop, Third chapter...wow. lol

I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to write this far guy! Things have gotten crazy around here again.

But I'm doing my best to find time! So here it is!

Chapter Three

Jamming a Typewriter is never a good idea

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As Sora hung up the phone, he stopped and stared at it for a moment. Had he really just done that? Could he have actually invited Riku over to his place? Sora shook his head as scenes from the passed two weeks flashed through his mind.

It was so nice outside, Sora could remember thinking, as He and Riku walked down the sidewalk downtown. Sora couldn't help but steal glances at the slightly taller man walking beside him...

Sora began to notice all the little things Riku did. Opening doors for him, pushing his chair up to the table when they met for coffee, even ordering for him. It amazed Sora how much attention to detail this man seemed to have. It almost made Sora want to embrace him...this was how bitter-sweet he made Sora feel that day...and for plenty of days after.

Shaking his head, Sora attempted to clear his thoughts. He reached up, both of his hands shaking, to hold his face. Looking in the mirror on his bedroom wall he could see that his face was quite flushed. He sat back on his queen-sized four post bed with a plop. Lying back onto the gentle hues of lavender and light sky blues of his bed spread, Sora attempted to calm himself. He didn't understand. He was trying his hardest not to like Riku any more then a friend would. Though it would seem that some mysterious outside force had a different idea as to how things should be. Sora groaned and rolled over, clutching his pillow to him as he burried his face in it. All this thinking hurt his head. And now that he was in this state of frustration, he thought about how long it had been since he had felt the touch of another man. How long it had been since he had been held...cuddled, or even had sex for that matter. At that last thought Sora blushed once more; pressing his face harder into the pillow. With eyes closed tightly shut, his left hand began to slide downwards, over his side, and down to his hip where it kneaded the muscle there gently at first. Then a little more firmly. Sora bit his lip as a picture formed in his mind. A faceless man had him pressed down on his bed...he was the one touching Sora, and he liked it. Soon Sora let his hand drift lower, where his now hardening member begged for attention. Sora provided it. His hand moving fluidly while the other moved smoothly under his shirt to toy with his now pert nipples. Sora let out a gasp as he imagined the man entering him...thrusting into him. His hands became frantic, moving quickly and with greater need then before. It was around this time that the face Sora had at first kept blank in his fantasy, became clearer...taking shape. Sora was soon approaching the brink. Just as he reached his orgasm, His mouth began to move almost on its own. "R-r...R-ri...Ah-aaahhh!" Sora moaned loudly, rolling to his back as he ached, his seed spilling a large load from his now satisfied cock. He laid there for a moment, panting. His own seed now on his bed-spread in places; as well as on himself. As he sat up slowly, moving to clean up his mess, he gasped with realization.

The man in his fantasy...The name he almost cried out...Was none other, then Riku.

Sora quickly made his way to the shower, tossing his soiled clothes into the dirty laundry hamper. He had to get his act together. And fast. After all, Riku was coming over tonight and there was no way he could know what Sora had done. Sure, everyone masturbates; but not with their heads filled with thoughts about there supposed friend.

The one whom Sora had told he had not wanted a relationship with, at least not for a while. There was no way in hell that he could find out.

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Walking down the street, Riku couldn't help but become more steadily nervous with every step. Glancing down at the directions Sora had given him He figured it would only be about five minutes or so before he arrived at the young man's apartment. Riku swore he could feel his heart beating in his ears as he slowed his pace. He had decided to go with a more casual look for the evening; having picked out a nice pair of light colored jeans and a t-shirt with a light button down shirt over top. It was plenty warm out which surprised him, and he had decided to leave his jacket at home. Riku had been sure to shower before leaving. After all he had to be clean and smell good. Even though Sora had stated the fact that they would be only friends, Riku did not let that get his hopes down. When you want something, you go after it. That's how Riku saw it. He didn't really have a plan to make Sora fall for him; But if it should happen, then by all means Riku was not about to complain. All Riku could do was hope that he could continue to be in the young man's presents. Be able to be near him, talk to him, and see his wondrous smile. Even if it secretly killed him inside to know that the brunette did not see him in the way Riku almost desperately wished he did. As Riku reached the Sunset Apartment Complex, he began to think twice about actually walking up the stairs to Sora's door. Seeing the lavish architecture and the brilliant lighting of the buildings it actually hit him just how different their lifestyles were. This place was far too expensive for him. He wondered if Sora's whole family was this well off. Riku gathered up what courage he could, raised his unsure hand, and gave a short rap on the door. He could faintly hear the sound of foot steps coming to the door. Just as he drew in an unsteady breath, the door opened. Standing there with slightly damp hair, a towel over on shoulder and wearing nothing but sweat pants, stood what seemed to be a somewhat flustered Sora. The brunette flashed him a smile as he opened the door wider. Taking a step back, he beckoned Riku inside. "You'll have to forgive me," Sora was saying as Riku attempted to keep his thoughts and eyes from roaming, "I only just got out of the shower, I must look a hot mess." Riku smiled and chuckled. "You look gorgeous." If Riku wasn't mistaken, he could have sworn he saw a pink tint to Sora's cheeks as the latter turned to shut and lock the door. As the younger ran a hand through his hair Riku took a glance around the room. It was far better and more inviting then his own humble living space. The front room was the living room, with an open connection to the kitchen. A hallway just passed the kitchen seemed longer then the distance from Riku's front door to the wall, in silver-haired man's small apartment. "It's a nice place you have here." Riku said, smiling at Sora. The other sitting on the large comfy looking couch. Right across from the nicest, not to mention most expensive looking TV Riku had ever seen in person. Sora waved a hand, "It's only half mine. Nami owns most of the stuff." Riku sat down on the couch, leaving a cushion between them. "So, she rooms with you then?" Sora nodded, giving a soft laugh. "You could say I more or less room with her." Picking up the TV remote and turning on the large flat screen, Sora then glanced over at his visitor. "I don't bite, you know." He stated with a playful grin. Causing them both to laugh. It wasn't long until Sora was in the kitchen, popping some popcorn. After he brought in a big bowl full of the light puffy morsels, he went back to the kitchen once more only to return with two wine glasses and a half full bottle of raspberry wine. He giggled when Riku raised cocked an eyebrow at him. "What?" Sora giggled as he poured them each a glass of the rosy red colored liquid. "Never had popcorn and wine before?" Riku laughed lightheartedly as he shook his head in playful scorn. Three glasses of wine and half of the second movie later, Riku finally noticed Sora steadily scooting closer. Sora paused and glanced at him, an almost bashful smile on his slightly flushed face. "Be my pillow?" The brunette asked, giving Riku the most adorable look he had ever seen. How could he say no? So it wasn't long before Sora was nestled up to Riku, under the crook of his arm, and making a rather contented sound. Riku could only guess that the young man could not hold his liquor to well. Not that Riku was in any way upset with Sora's sudden cuddly demeanor. He let his arm gently rest over his young host's shoulders as he glanced down at him. Sora was watching the TV screen and taking a very delicate sip from his near empty glass. Just as Riku was looking back at the TV and actually watching the movie; he was suddenly surprised.

Sora had set down his wine glass and somehow got himself settled onto Riku's lap rather quickly. Sora's lips were pressed onto his, and Riku couldn't have been more shocked. He didn't question it however. Instead, he kissed back the slightly tipsy brunette. Soon enough Sora was laid back onto the couch, Riku above him, and the brunette's arms tangled around the other's neck.

Sora wasn't drunk. Oh no, he was still in control of himself. Yet it couldn't hurt if Riku thought him to be drunk. If Sora could just get one taste of this man...just a bite of what he could offer, and then maybe he would be able to stop thinking about him, stop fantasizing about him.

Sora ran his hands down Riku's chest before running them back up under his shirt, letting out a small soft groan into the other man's mouth. Riku's mind was running in circles. Was Sora only coming onto him like this because of the wine? What if the brunette had wanted him all this time? What if Sora only thought of Riku as a quick way to get laid? All these thoughts and more were driving poor Riku mad. His lust for Sora was almost getting the best of him, until Sora's hand went south. It happened once Sora's gentle hand dipped down into Riku's pants that Riku pulled back. "...Sora." He said, a little reluctantly. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing thi-" Riku was cut off by Sora's fingers pressed to his lips. The brunettes eyes didn't show the redness that a drunk person's would. In fact, they didn't show anything more then lust. Rik noticed this and was about to try and say something again, but was stopped once more. This time however, Sora had begun to kiss him hungrily. Riku let himself kiss the young man back for a moment before he pulled away and stood up from the couch. Sora immediately sat up; looking at him in a slightly shocked manor. "R-Riku, I'm sorry. I thought...-" Riku shook his head. "I didn't want this." He stated, almost sounding hurt. As he turned to walk to the door he heard Sora get up slowly. Riku kept walking, even after the brunette started begging him to wait. To forgive his actions. But what ever hopes Riku had of the man falling for him were crushed. Riku didn't want to be fuck buddies. He didn't want friends with benefits. He had hoped to find love. But apparently he wasn't going to find that here. Not with Sora. As Riku opened the door, Sora finally caught up to him and grasped his arm. "Riku, please...I"m sorry..." His voice was uneven; perhaps a tad fearful. Riku shook off his hand. "I'll see you around, Sora."

That was the last thing he said to the stricken beauty standing at the door.

As Riku walked down the street, he saw Namine pull into the parking lot of the apartments. He didn't stop to look and see what Sora would say to her. He didn't want to know. Didn't need to. He was already hurt enough. Could Sora really have gotten that impression from him? That he just wanted to screw him? Riku shook his head, clentching his fists tightly before tucking them into his pants pockets.

He felt hot tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he walked up the short few steps to his own apartment. Already his phone was ringing as he walked in, not even bothering to turn on a light as he locked his door. He didn't answer his phone. He didn't even really bother to listen as the answering machine clicked on. He stumbled into his bed and fell face down into a pillow. Crying for the first time in at least a year. As the answering machine went off again, finally a voice could be heard instead of the line going dead.

"Riku? ...I really screwed this up. I'm so sorry. Look, I...I didn't mean to upset you, or hurt you. Damn...I guess I really wasn't thinking. Just...Please, Pick up..."

Sora's voice began to sound more pleading as the message went on. Though Riku wasn't listening. He had already cried himself into a fitful slumber. He would toss and turn all night as visions of the young brunette flashed in and out of his dreams.

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Sora wasn't exactly sure what happened. The next morning after he got up, he tried to call Riku again. Hearing the answering machine pop on he left yet another message. After Riku walked out on him last night he could only stand dumb-founded at the door until Namine got back from her night out. She could tell right away that something was wrong. So she walked him to the couch, sat him down, got out the ice cream and two spoons, and got him to talk. Sora spilled about everything. About how much he thinks about Riku. How he started to fantasize about him. Then he told her about what happened once they had started making out.

Namine was a good listener, but also firm with her advice. "Sora, if you think you might like him...Go after him!" She said, hugging the tired and confused brunette.

So today, if Riku wasn't going to pick up the phone and talk to him, Sora was going to have to find him. So he opened up his phone book that lay on the kitchen counter. Sipping his coffee, he quickly skimmed the lines of the pages for the address he needed.

"...Here goes nothing." Sora said softly to himself as he locked his apartment door behind him. He was going to go and fix this. If it could be fixed.

He could only hope that Riku didn't write him off as a friend. As long as that didn't happen, there was still hope.

Well guys...there it is. It's a cliffy xD yay! lol

Sorry it is so short. ...I really need to find more time.

I'll do my best to find more time, honest.

As always, R+R!

~Sora