No Love
5- No Love For Soren
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I'm sitting in a diner, it's the same diner that he goes to every day at around three. I think that three might be Ike's lunch break, or something like that. As I sit here, toying with a Caesar salad I have no intention of eating I watch him sitting in his booth, he's always by himself too. He's eating his usual, chicken tenders and a side of waffle fries, all tucked neatly into a wax-paper coated basket. All of the time's I've watched him here, and I've never even spoken to him once. He said hi to me one time, but I couldn't think of anything to say back. The only reason I even know his name is because I've heard the owner call him by it.
I'm always lost in thought when I sit here, staring at him. The thoughts of course are always about him- him coming over to my booth, him sitting down and talking to me. I think how happy we would be- him and me. He just stares out the window though, there's nothing in particular he looks at, he just stares. I think that he's thinking when he does that. He's so cute when he's lost in his own thoughts, his blue eyes staring up at the sky past the thick pane glass. I'd love to know what he's thinking. I'd love if Ike was thinking about me…
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"Oh man Marth, what did you do!?!" Soren yelled, helping the bluenette lift Roy to his feet. Blood was now spurting out of the fresh gash on the redhead's forehead and dripping down the side of his face.
"Look it's not important right now, we need to get him into the bathroom!" Marth replied, draping one of Roy's arms over his shoulder.
"Why the bathroom?" Soren asked, hoisting the other arm over his own shoulder.
"I don't know! To clean him up or something!!"
" Wow, I'm feelin' real woozy guys. Was I in an accident? Hey guys, is it Tuesday?" Roy mumbled, slurring his speech as he ranted on. Trying to ignore the redhead both Soren and the bluenette struggled to drag Roy, who had gone completely rag doll in their arms.
"No, Roy, its Friday. Are you feeling alright?" Marth asked, concerned for his lover and worried about his sudden speech impediment.
"Oh, well let me think- No!!! I'm not! Cuz you hit me in my face!!! Why you do that, you stupid blueberry!? Yeah that's right, you, mister 'my hair is blueberry'!" Marth was taken aback by the sudden burst of emotion. Before he even got the chance to reply the redhead was shouting again.
"How dare you treat me this way on my birthday!!!" Roy screamed, clearly suffering from a head injury.
"Oh god Roy! Today is not your birthday! Think, do you remember when your birthday actually is?" Marth asked, now thoroughly worried that Roy had a very serious concussion.
"Umm…" The redhead paused for what felt like a minute to think. "Tuesday?"
"Jesus Christ we need to take him to a hospital. Why are we in the bathroom!? This is a waste of time!!!" The bluenette yelled now in a full blown panic.
"I don't know Marth, you're the one who said we needed to clean him up!" Soren replied, now almost as panicked as Marth was.
"Well I'm sorry! Its just that there's blood everywhere, I broke his head and- okay we're wasting time! Forget the bathroom, we're going to the hospital." Marth said, trying to pivot his lover to exit the cramped room.
"Do you even have a car Marth?" Soren asked trying to squeeze himself and Roy through the doorway.
"Yeah, a Mercedes. It's parked out front." Marth called back to Soren who for reasons unknown felt compelled to close the bathroom door behind him. Can't make a mess while Ike is out, he thought bitterly.
"Good, at least we won't need to call an ambulance." Soren said, trying to tug Roy back up to shoulder height. The redhead now seemed to be actively resisting their attempts to carry him.
"Hey guys, is it my birthday party? Where are we going? We can't leave! The clowns coming and there's gonna be cake! Wait a minnit… its not Tuesday, is it!?" Suddenly Roy dug his heels into the hardwood, and uselessly fought against the youths who were trying their hardest not to lose patience with him.
Soren and Marth had to fight to keep the concussed boy under control as they walked him to the car parked out front, leaving a very distinct blood trail as the went. The whole way out Roy begging with them desperately to let him at least stay for the magician.
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Ike was walking through town, trying to clear his thoughts when he got a call on his cell phone from a number he had never seen before. After a few rings he decided that maybe he would pick up the phone, despite not wanting to talk to anybody.
"Hello, Ike Spiegel here. How may I help you?" He said into the phone halfheartedly.
"Ike…its me, Pit." The small chocolate haired boy said, suddenly wishing he hadn't even called. Ike perked up immediately, worried something had happened.
"Oh, sorry Pit, didn't know it was you. How are you feeling? Hangover?" Ike asked.
"Yeah, a little bit. How many aspirin is a safe amount?" The boy said, reaching for the bottle of aspirin by the sink.
"Um, with aspirin. Gee, I think that someone your size can take two. But don't hold me too it." There was a slight pause on Pit's side of the phone, followed by a gasp.
"Too late, down they go." Pit responded, laughing sadly. Ike's heart wrenched.
"Listen Pit, did you need someone to talk to or something like that?" Ike asked.
"Yeah, someone to talk to would be good Ike. Besides, I think I might owe you a lunch." The boy said already slipping on his shoes.
"How do you figure, Pit?" Ike asked, confused.
"Well, mojito's aren't cheap Ike, and I can't remember but I'm thinking I had a lot last night." The boy said into the phone bitterly.
"Oh, Pit, hey don't worry about that." Ike replied gently.
"Could you meet me outside my apartment?" Pit asked. Quickly Ike scanned around himself, trying to pinpoint exactly where he had wandered to.
"Yeah, I can be there in about five minutes Pit. Just hang tight." With that Ike hung up his phone. Turning around, he started to jog the way he had come from.
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"So wait, if its not Tuesday, what else are you guys lying to me about?" The redhead asked, raising and lowering the window in the passengers seat of Marth's car.
"Roy, we never told you it was Tuesday. Will you get off it already, you're starting to really scare me!" Marth said, nervous and agitated. He was already having a real tough time focusing on driving.
"Hey, wait…Holy Shit!! Why am I bleeding? What happened? Did I have an accident!?!" Roy screamed, touching his hand to his scalp, which was matted with fresh blood.
"Yeah, Roy, you did. Remember, stapler, you got hit in the face?" Soren said from the backseat behind Marth, reaching over to stop Roy from playing with the window any more.
"Wait, I got hit with a stapler? Why?" Roy said, genuinely dumbfounded.
"Because…because I threw it at you Roy." Marth said in a guilty tone. For a while Roy stared directly at Marth before suddenly and unexpectedly bursting into tears.
"This is the worst birthday I ever had!!" The redhead screamed, slamming the dashboard with his feet.,
"Oh, Roy, no stop! Dammit Roy, stop!" Marth yelled, jerking the wheel as he tried to stop Roy from kicking the dashboard anymore.
"Jesus Marth, focus on the road!" Soren yelled as Marth swerved into the lane next to theirs. A yellow pickup honking at them as the driver slammed on the brakes.
"Why? Its not my dash! Its not my dash! Not my dash! Its your stupid dash you stupid blueberry!" Roy spewed in such a way that neither Soren nor Marth were sure of what he'd said.
"God almighty, you're head is already screwed up enough, the last thing we need is the airbag going off in your face." Marth said, turning his attention back to the road.
"I don't think that you can set off the airbag that easily Marth." Soren said in an exhausted tone, his nerves totally fried.
"You're face is an airbag, bitch!!" Roy yelled out the window, the wind from outside blowing drops of blood into the backseat.
"Damn it Roy, close the fucking window! Sheesh!" Soren said, narrowly missing getting sprayed with the liquid.
"You're face is a winnow!" Roy slurred. As the group drove down the street, very much in violation of the speed limit. They were all either too preoccupied or too concussed to notice Ike and Pit sitting in a booth by the window inside of Lenny's Eats.
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Slightly out of breath, Ike had to stop and breath for a moment upon finally reaching Link's apartment. The brunette stared at him puzzled as he bent over, his hands on his knees, taking deep gasps of air.
"Hey Pit, sorry to keep you waiting." Ike managed to choke.
"Did you run here Ike? Why would you do that? I didn't need to talk about anything urgent." The Brunette said, giggling quietly. Ike stared up into the boy's eyes.
They really are beautiful eyes, so full of life. They betray him though, his emotions. He's got no poker face. You can see his sadness in his eyes.
"You didn't? Really? Well maybe I needed to talk to you about something urgent. Ever think of that one?" Ike said, smiling and patting the small boy on the shoulder. Suddenly he felt better, he wasn't sure if it had anything to do with Pit's company or maybe something else, but he had a good feeling.
"You wanted to see me?" Pit asked, confused. The large bluenette draped his arm around Pits shoulders and began to walk down the street towards "Lenny's Eats" with Pit in tow.
"Yeah, how about we go get that lunch you owe me? My treat." Ike said laughing to himself.
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Sitting up against the red leather of the booth inside the diner, Pit felt uncomfortable, more like confused, actually. Since last night, he didn't know what to think, whether to believe this blue haired detective, or Link. He had to choose between a stranger that he trusted, and the love of his life, and he wasn't sure which he believed.
"Relax, Pit, this isn't a date." Ike said, chuckling to himself as he remembered his and Soren's first lunch together. Immediately the boy forced a smile, trying to be pleasant for the kind older man.
"I know I just-"
"Did you believe me, about what I said last night? Do you think that Link is cheating on you?" Ike interrupted, scanning the restaurant to see if the waiter was coming back with their drinks yet.
"What do you mean!? You're the one who told me that they were having an affair!' Pit said, offended by Ike's comment. How dare he just say it like that!
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, all I meant was…did you believe me? Think, think hard. Do you think that Link would be capable of something like that?" For understandable reasons this was a touchy subject for Pit. He was almost on the verge of tears already, and the conversation had only just begun.
"I- I…I don't think that Link would be capable of that. But apparently I'm just a fucking idiot for believing that, aren't I!?" Pit exclaimed, his voice uneven. Ike recoiled for a moment, then gently he ruffled the small boy's hair.
"My thinking exactly." He said with a smile. "Not about you being an idiot, I mean I agree with what you said about him not being capable of it." Ike immediately corrected, not wanting to be misheard. Pit looked up, his eyes already moist with tears.
"Wha-? But, but didn't you say, I thought that you were positive!" He exclaimed, overjoyed, but still wary.
"Well I gotta say, it does look bad but…honestly, this isn't like any case I've ever worked. It just doesn't make sense, you and Link, you seem so right for each other. And I've never met Link, but Soren at least I don't think could ever do something like this." Pit tried to keep his composure, but finally caved. Just as the waitress was arriving with their drinks the small boy burst into tears, immediately he tried to hide his face with his hands.
"Is he alright?" The waitress asked, dumbfounded. Ike stared at the boy who was still sobbing, then looked up at the waitress.
"Never better, I'm thinking." Ike said to the woman, grabbing his sprite and Pit's lemonade off of her tray.
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Sitting on the bed, Link stared over at Pit's side of the mattress. The sheets and quilt significantly ruffled. Usually Pit would have remade his side before leaving, but more importantly Pit would have usually not left to begin with. On a day like today, when he had nothing to do, Pit usually liked to lie with Link. Usually on a day like today Link would have gotten to enjoy waking up to his lover resting up against him, but today Pit was nowhere to be found. What could have been so important that Pit would leave this early? Link asked himself, slightly disappointed. Standing up, he stretched and yawned. Then wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants he made his way over to the door of the bedroom.
Now that I think about it, why was he drunk last night? Pit never likes to drink, it bums him out too much. And he especially doesn't like to drink alone. So what then? Maybe he went out with a friend to drink while I was at Soren's? But then why didn't he call me to tell me? Is he mad at me? I was at Soren's later than usual, but he still would have called…
Suddenly a scrap of paper on the bedside table caught his eye. Walking over to it he lifted the torn scrap of loose leaf up to his face.
Link, I've gone out for a walk. I just need some fresh air is all. I'll see you later.
Pit
Link turned the piece of paper over to study the back, unsure of what he expected to find. He didn't end it with 'I love you' or 'love Pit' or anything. The blonde immediately wilted, feeling incredibly guilty. Is he that mad at me? Boy did I screw up…
It was just then that he noticed a small black plastic rectangle taped to the back of a picture frame on the bedside table.
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"So you're just going to ask him? You're just going to ask Soren if Link is cheating on me!?" Pit asked, sipping his lemonade. "Isn't that against the rule's or something?"
"Rule's? Look Pit, its my case. That means that I can handle it however I want. Sure if I screw it up Roy and Marth don't have to pay me, but I'm thinking that I don't want their money anyways." The bluenette said, shoving a waffle fry into his mouth.
"Wait, Roy and Marth hired you!?!" Pit said, genuinely shocked. Ike almost choked on his fry. Wow, I can't believe I let that slip!
"Um, yeah, they did. But look, it doesn't matter anymore. This isn't a case for me anymore, I'm just going to ask Soren and see what he says."
"Did it occur to you that someone who would cheat with another man's boyfriend, knowing he was taken, might not be above lying to you?" Pit said, picking up the deli pickle that came with his sandwich, then setting it down. Ike stopped to think for a moment, then finally came up with an answer.
"I'm usually pretty good at reading people Pit. I think that if he's lying to me I'll know it." The man said. Now tearing into one of the chicken tenders.
"So you'll just ask him? Just like that? Why do you trust him?" Pit asked, taking a bite out of his own sandwich. Ike had to pause to swallow before he spoke again.
"I trust him for the same reason that you trust Link." He said, unable to keep the grin off of his face. Strangely revealing something like this, even to someone as clearly gay as Pit, was embarrassing to him.
"Wait you don't mean- Ike, are you gay?" Pit said, mouth still half full of a turkey club.
"As of this morning, yeah, I am." Ike said self consciously.
"Wow, I'm sorry, its not that…good for you!" Pit exclaimed, his eyes going wide and a broad smile on his face.
"Well thank you."
"You just really don't come off as gay is all. So let me get this straight, you love Soren?" The brunette asked, barely able to contain himself.
"Yeah. I had to think about it, but yeah, I think I do!" Ike said picking up a fry and biting it in half. Pit immediately squealed and leaned over the table to get closer to the bluenette.
"So are you gonna tell him today!?" The boy asked, barely able to contain himself. Ike stopped to think about it. Am I going to tell him today? Should I? What if he says no?
"Yeah, I'll tell him when I get to the office." Ike said, swallowing the fry and then popping the second half of it into his mouth.
"Oh my god this is so romantic! You should get him a gift!!" The boy said, enjoying his new role as designated love coach.
"A gift? Really, you think?" Ike said, unsure, but willing to take any advice the brunette could give him.
"Yeah. Oh god he'd love that, I'm sure of it!" Pit replied.
"Well what should I get him? You know him better than me." Ike asked. Turning away from his food for a moment to pay attention to Pit. The boy took a small bite of his sandwich.
"Hmmmm… well, lets think. It has to be something small, not too expensive, and something we know Soren will use." Pit said, thinking out loud as he chewed.
"Something like…" Ike trailed off.
"Oh I've got it!!" Pit yelped, startling Ike.
"Think Ike, what does Soren tie his hair back with?"
"Oh, um…isn't it just like a rubber band or something?" Ike replied.
"Yes, exactly. I asked Soren about it once. He said he'd always meant to buy something proper, but that he'd never gotten around to it! That's what you should buy him!" Pit exclaimed.
"So I should buy-"
"Buy him a ribbon Ike!" The boy cooed, his blue eyes wide with excitement.
"A ribbon? Isn't that too girly?" Ike asked, worried about what might happen if Soren didn't like his gift.
"No trust me, he'll love it. I guarantee you'll win over Soren if you get him that ribbon!"
"How can you know all this Pit?" Ike asked, dumbfounded.
"Trust me Ike, we uke's understand one another."
"What does that even mean?" Ike asked. Just as he said the words both the bluenette and the brunette turned to watch a tan Mercedes that had to be going at least sixty miles an hour tear past the diner.
"Wow, someone's in a hurry!" Ike said, turning his attention back to his food.
"I could swear that I've seen that car somewhere before." Pit said suspiciously.
"Try not to get yourself too worked up, you know how you get." Ike said, biting into another chicken tender.
"Now explain this whole uke business to me, cuz I don't get it."
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"Oh thank god we're here! Five more minutes in the car with him and I might have killed myself!" Marth cried, throwing open the passengers door and lifting Roy out of his seat.
"Alright guys, alright. Wait…alright. Was I in an accident?" The redhead said for, if Soren was keeping count correctly, the fourteenth time.
"Yes Roy, yes you were in an accident. But right now we're not worrying about that. Right now we're walking, can you do that, can you walk?" Marth asked, his arms at the ready in case Roy decided to fall over.
"Wait, why am I bleeding!?!"
"God damn it. Soren can you get his other arm for me?"
"Yeah, here I come Marth." Soren replied as he closed his door. Jogging over to the two Soren caught Roy just as he was about to slump out of Marth's arms.
"Gotcha Roy!" Soren said, grabbing the redhead under the arm and lifting him up.
"Hey, Soren, thanks man. You- you are a good friend, I love you man." Roy said in a hazy voice.
"Yeah, you're a good friend too Roy. We're all good friends. Now who wants to go to the hospital?" Soren asked. Suddenly Roy shoved both Marth and Soren aside. Wobbling slightly on his feet, the redhead managed to keep himself from falling somehow.
"Hey guys look I can walk now! I don't think we need the hospital after all!"
"Roy, buddy. I think that maybe you should let me and Soren help you walk. You're looking a little shaky there." Marth said cautiously approaching Roy who was stumbling in place, still bleeding from under his red bangs.
"No, no I can do it! I don't need help, I feel like one million dollars!!" The redhead screamed, running towards the hospital. About two feet from the automatic glass doors, Roy stumbled into an ashtray near the door. Losing his balance he careened headfirst into the automatic door which unfortunately did not open fast enough.
"Holy shit Roy!! Holy shit!!" Marth screamed, running over to his lover.
"Damn it Roy!" Soren yelled, following behind Marth.
"Hey guys, is it my birthday?" Roy asked, helplessly trying to claw his way to his feet.
"No, fuck this I'm carrying you." Marth scooped the redhead up and carried him like a bride at a wedding.
"Thanks Marth. You are a good guy. Even though you look blueberry." Roy said, snuggling against Marth, and rubbing the blood from his head wound all over the boys shirt. The bluenette didn't mind though, he just wanted to get Roy safely into the hospital.
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"What is the patients name?" The African American nurse at the other end of the desk asked, glancing up from her clipboard.
"Tuesday-" Roy tried to blurt before Soren cut him off.
"Roy. His name is Roy Donovan."
"Age?"
"He just turned eighteen." Marth said, rubbing Roy's shoulder and trying to calm him down.
"Yeah its my fuckin' birthday today!" Roy yelled, grabbing the pen attached to a chain off the desk.
"We think that he may have a head injury." Soren said, hinting to the nurse that they would like very much to move Roy to a room other than the waiting room.
"Alright, we'll bring him to go get a CAT scan, can one of you fill out the paperwork?" The nurse asked.
"Yes, I'll stay and fill out the paperwork." Marth said, grabbing the clipboard.
"Alright, I'm gonna call the office and leave a message so Ike knows why I left." Soren said picking up his phone.
"Hey, who want's to see Roy's birthday dance!" The Redhead yelled, running off into the waiting room, trying to remove his shirt as he ran.
"Oh shit! I'll get him!" Soren yelled, setting his phone on the desk and running after the redhead.
As Soren helped the nurse escort Roy into the room to get a CAT scan Marth sat at the desk and quietly filled out the medical forms, trying to push Roy out of his mind. He'd better be okay. I can't believe how stupid I was, how could I let this happen? Stupid Marth! Stupid, stupid Marth! Just when the bluenette was done chastising himself Soren's phone went off on the desk.
Marth glanced down to see who had called. Where the number would normally have displayed the name 'Link' had come up. Setting the clipboard down, Marth reached out to answer the phone.
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"So about the stapler…" Marth trying to console the now Pouting Roy who was sitting in his cot. Sitting at the foot of the bed, Marth had decided it was best to pick a spot on the wall and focus on that instead of making eye contact with the furious redhead.
"Yes, please. Lets talk about the god damn stapler Marth!" Roy fumed, refusing to make eye contact with the bluenette. Marth felt horribly guilty, and Roy wasn't helping him feel any better.
"Look Roy, I'm sorry. I had to do something though. What if Soren had seen the file?" Roy looked up at Marth, his mouth gaping.
"So you throw a fucking stapler at my head!?!" He yelled, dumbfounded.
"No, I threw a stapler at Soren's head."
"Marth, there's something seriously wrong with you if you think that in any way makes it better." The bluenette looked up at the gauze wrapped around his loves forehead. The grand total had been nine stitches. In addition to that The CAT scan had confirmed their suspicions, Roy had most definitely been suffering from a concussion.
Marth immediately turned away, looking instead back to his spot on the wall. A hole where it appeared something had once been nailed to the wall, maybe a picture frame. Suddenly he felt a pair of petal soft lips gently press against the left side of his jaw. He looked over to see Roy smiling at him, his eyes now holding a kind expression.
"I forgive you Marth. Completely." Roy said, gazing at the bluenette. I won't berate him, this one time. Because I know how he feels, its how I always feel. Every time I do something like this to him, and he always forgives me. Guess its my turn.
"Oh, and Roy, Link isn't cheating on Pit." Marth said, offhandedly.
"What!?! How?-"
"He called Soren's phone, he wanted to know if the private detective Soren was working for had bugged his apartment. Or something stupid like that."
"So then what?"
"Well after he exploded all that information into the phone, I told him I was Marth, Not Soren. We had a little chat, and I found out the whole thing was a misunderstanding."
"But Pit is still cheating on Link with Ike." Roy said, trying to process all of what he'd just heard.
"Exactly, and I have an ingenious plan. We're going to prove it to Link, prove that Pit is cheating on him." Marth said, determination in his eyes. We're not coming out of this one empty handed. Somebody has to be cheating on somebody, I know it!
"How are we gonna do that Marth?" Roy asked. The bluenette had completely lost him.
"We're gonna get that bug from Link. And then, we'll tap the detectives phone with it!" Roy immediately loved Marth's plan.
"Awww Yeah!!" Roy yelled, high fiving Marth. As soon as the high five broke off the bluenette gently leaned over and pressed himself against the redhead. Feeing the outline of Roy's chest through his hospital gown, Marth gently explored all of the boy's upper body.
"Marth, you really shouldn't , the nurse said I shouldn't overexert-" He was cut off by the feeling of the bluenette's lips pressed against his slightly open mouth. Almost unconsciously he slid his tongue into his lovers mouth, massaging the tip of Marth's tongue with his own. Just as the kiss was beginning to intensify the bluenette broke it off, getting up off of the cot, he proceeded over to the door of the room. Scanning down each side of the hallway, he closed the door quietly, and next proceeded to draw the blinds on the windows.
"Now that we have some privacy. Take off your robe." Marth demanded.
"Marth, I'm feeling sort of tired, I'm not sure sex is such a good idea." The redhead replied, not wishing to disappoint his lover. Usually he was the one begging, but his head hurt and he felt tired.
"We're not having sex, trust me, I need to make this up to you somehow. Now robe off, that's an order." The bluenette said, feigning seriousness. As he folded his arms across his chest he watched the redhead disrobe in front of him. He watched as the gown fell away from Roy, exposing his petite, but toned frame. The robes had bunched around his waist atop the blanket the youth was under, the blankets just barely covering the boy up. Casually Marth made his way across the room his eyes remaining sharp and his composure never broken. In one harsh movement he whipped the covers off of Roy and grabbed the gown off of him. Already the redhead was excited, he loved when Marth got like this. The bluenette straddled the boy and kissed him gingerly on the forehead where he had injured his lover. He then moved downward planting a deep, but brief kiss on Roy's lips.
He then trailed even further down, kissing Roy in the middle of his chest, his soft, cream colored skin felt amazing to the bluenette's lips. Moving his head to the left Marth playfully kissed and licked the boy's right nipple. Roy mewled with pleasure and instinctively arched his back and placed his hands on his lover's shoulders for support.
"Still need your rest?" Marth asked jokingly.
"I think I might be getting my second wind." Roy panted. Immediately Marth gently cupped his hand around the redhead's scrotum. Massaging it slightly the boy jumped at the contact.
"Now cough." Marth chuckled, he couldn't help himself.
"Very Fun- Ahhh!" Roy almost yelled in delight. Marth cut the boy off by playfully licking the tip of the redhead's penis. Immediately Roy began to quiver with anticipation. Slowly Marth licked up and down his shaft, taking his time. He was driving the redhead crazy, and he slowly began to shift and squirm where he sat.
The bluenette decided not to torture the redhead anymore and, after glancing up into his lover's eyes, took his entire length into his mouth. Roy winced and clamped his eyes shut. The bluenette could feel shivers running through the youth's body, he slowly began to bob his head up and down on the youth's penis. Roy had now begun to moan loudly, he could feel the pleasure mounting and was slowly losing control of himself. His eyes still shut tight, he watched blinding afterimages dance on his eyelids. He was lost in a world of nothing but feeling.
Still bobbing his head up and down Marth now began to stroke Roy's remaining length with his hand. The redhead responded by running his fingers through the bluenette's hair, gently tugging at it. Marth could tell that the boy was close to climaxing.
"Marth, I don't think I can hold out any longer." Roy gasped. No sooner had he said it then he felt himself go over. The redhead gasped loudly as he released. Waves of pleasure rippled though him and he tightened his grip on Marth's hair.
He could feel every part of his body tensing as he lost control of himself. Marth pulled his face away just as his lover climaxed, the majority of Roy's seed landing in his mouth. Some however landed on his face. Breathing heavily, Roy looked down at the bluenette.
"Sorry Marth." He said sheepishly, blushing. His lover had his seed all over his face. Swallowing, Marth got up off of the bed.
"You've nothing to apologize for. Was it good?" It was a rhetorical question, Marth knew.
"Yeah. Thank you." The redhead sighed, rummaging around the bed for his hospital gown. As Marth searched for a box of tissues both heard the sound of the doorknob turning.
"Don't come in!!" Marth yelled, his face bright red.
"We're having a very serious discussion!!!" Roy screamed, frantically trying to find his robes. Both watched as the knob on the door slowly spun itself back into its neutral position.
No Love For Soren, End