AN: I'm really liking this chapter. I wrote it over the course of the day instead of in one shot, and I really think that the writing is much better than some I've done. Also I re-read chapter 10 and I gotta say that's definitely the chapter I'm most proud of. Anyway, make sure you get your fill of Tidus, because in a few chapters he'll be gone forever. Sorry to ruin that, but come on you had to see it coming right? Anyway, hope you enjoy this one as much as I did.
Disclaimer: I don't own it
Kairi found out, probably from Olette. Those two were really tight friends. But instead of being repulsed by it, she was delighted. I saw her before school started, unfortunately with Sora in tow.
"Riku!" She called, practically throwing herself onto me in a bear hug. I could do nothing else but hug her back, puzzled. She pulled away and grinned at me.
"I'm so glad you found someone," she gushed. "I mean, you've been single for so long I thought something weird was up with you. Why didn't you tell me you were gay?" She squealed. "I've never had a gay friend before. This is going to be so great. Oh, you have to let me meet your boyfriend." She gasped. "Why don't you come on a double date with Sora and I this weekend? It'll be so much fun! Come on, please?" Throughout the whole thing I hadn't gotten a single word in. I sometimes wondered how that girl could say so much. I slapped on a fake smile.
"That sounds…great, Kairi, but I don't think…"
"Oh, please, please don't say no," she begged. "I want to meet him so much. And so does Sora. Right, Sora?" Sora gave a non-committal grunt, which Kairi didn't notice. I sighed.
"Fine, I'll come," I conceded reluctantly. "If Tidus agrees." Kairi squealed with happiness and hugged me again. I caught Sora glaring down at the ground, sneaking glances up at me every once in a while. What had I gotten myself into?
"A double date? Sounds like fun," Tidus said, grinning. He had met me after school and we were walking home together. I grimaced.
"I was counting on you to say no. Spending an evening with a chatty red-head and my pissy ex does not sound like fun in the slightest." Not to mention, they were going bowling…who goes bowling anymore?
"Well, I want to go," Tidus said, pouting. "Please, Riku? For me?" I was caught between a laugh and a cry of horror. When had he started acting like Kairi?
"Why do you want to go so much, anyway? I mean, there are plenty of other things we could do on a Saturday night…" I let myself trail off, hoping that the mental image of exactly what other things we could be doing was imbedded in his mind.
He flushed. Success.
Tidus cleared his throat. "We-we can do that anytime…" It looked like it took a lot of effort to say that, which made me wonder exactly how vivid his fantasies were. "But I don't get to have a lot of experiences like this, Riku. I like going out and interacting with other people. Please?" He used the kicked-puppy look on me. I sighed.
"If I agree…" I said slowly, "You promise to tell me what you were thinking of back there?" Tidus' face brightened. He wrapped his arms around me.
"Thanks so much, Riku. I love you." It took all of my willpower not to jerk to a stop. Was he serious about that or just joking? Was I supposed to answer? He didn't wait for me to reply before launching into plans for this weekend. I sighed inwardly at that. I don't think I would have been able to say it if I tried.
When we got inside my house, which was empty once more, Tidus pinned me against the door, kissing me. He pulled away breathlessly.
"Still want to know what I was thinking about?" He asked, grinning. Not waiting for an answer, he grasped my wrist and pulled me towards the stairs. I didn't resist, smirking. Tidus wasn't usually this playful.
He led me up to my room and quietly closed the door. Watching me with lusty eyes, he pushed me backwards so that I landed on the bed. I waited, watching to see what he had in mind.
I watched in wonder as he began to strip in front of me. Tidus may not have been the most muscular person, but he had a very skinny, sexy form that I just couldn't get enough of. When he was down to just boxers, I tried to reach for him. But he just shook his head and batted my hand away. He pulled the dark blue garment down, slowly, giving me an unobstructed view of his half-erection.
I swallowed a bit and tried to reach for him again, but once more he pushed my hand away. He approached me and sat on my lap, straddling me with knees on either side. I groaned as he brushed against the erection in my pants. I wished at that moment that clothes had never been invented so I wouldn't be forced to wear them.
Tidus pushed me back on the bed with a kiss and moved to my ear, whispering,
"I'm going to push you to your very limits."
I shivered. Tidus wasn't the dirty-talk type. Usually during sex he was very quiet, actually. So that came as a surprise to me.
He tugged my shirt over my head with ease. I moaned from the contact of heated skin, finally. But he sat up way too quick for my liking. I reached up and tried to tug him down for a kiss, but he resisted.
He laid a hand on my chest reverently, the spark of lust in his eyes laced with one of pure joy. It made me smile, that he cared for me so much. He trailed the single hand down my pale skin, making it tingle. I gasped when he reached my stomach, playing with the button on my pants teasingly. But he passed right over that until he reached his now straining erection.
I stared in awe as he started playing with himself, right there on my lap. He was bent over, flushed, panting; his eyes squeezed shut at the actions of his own hand.
"Like w-what you…see?" He asked, breaking with a moan. I couldn't speak. I was almost afraid that any action would cause me to cum right there. I'd never seen a more erotic display, much less right on me.
Tidus leaned down a bit and brushed his lips against mine in a semblance of a kiss. I gripped the back of his head and mashed our lips together, drawing a moan from the body above me. Trailing a hand down his chest, I gripped his need in my hand, moving in rhythm with his strokes.
He gasped, pulling away to lay his head on my shoulder. His hand went still and I was in control. I pumped up and down, alternating between hard and gentle, caressing his trembling body with the other hand. When he let out a choked cry and came on my stomach, I had to clench my eyes shut to keep control of myself. Damn the tease for making me so hard.
When Tidus came down from his high, he sat up again and reached back to unbutton my pants. He pulled both the pants and boxers off in one swift motion. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as they brushed against my hardness.
Tidus grasped my hand and pulled me into a sitting position. He kissed me quickly but lingeringly, teasing with tongue before pulling away. He prompted for my hands to grasp his hips and turned around, lowering himself onto me, his back to my chest.
Both of us shared in a deep moan as I was enveloped by his heat. But I couldn't cum. Not yet. When Tidus was fully seated, flushed and panting once more, I wrapped one arm around his waist and held him tightly to me. The other hand helped him keep up a rise and fall rhythm on my lap.
I laid my head on his shoulder, nipping at the skin every so often, biting my lip to keep my cries in. Tidus was doing no such thing. He was moaning and thrashing on top of me, making it very hard not to let go.
He gripped my head in one arm and turned to kiss me deeply, nearly toppling us over. That was it. I couldn't hold it any more. I gripped Tidus' erection just as I came, bringing him to completion with me.
Afterwards, we lay on the bed, a tangle of limbs. I was still inside of him, my arm wrapped tightly around his middle. Neither of us was in any hurry to move from that position. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his neck. It was moments like these that made me wonder why I ever doubted having feelings for Tidus. He reached back his hand to tangle in my silver hair.
"That was…amazing," Tidus said, smirking. "I've always wanted to try that. Never thought I'd get the chance." I snorted. Only Tidus could ruin the romantic mood like that and still make me love him.
Love?
I frowned at my choice of thoughts. Did I love Tidus? He was my lover, wasn't he? So in theory, I should love him. But then again, it seemed like it was much too soon for me to love anyone else. It had only been…a week since Sora broke it off with me. But I'd thought of him so little since. Maybe I didn't love Sora as much as I'd thought.
Tidus shifted so that I was no longer inside him and turned to me, resting his head in the crook of my neck.
"I love you, Riku," he said, kissing the skin. "I don't care if you don't feel the same way, but I do. So much. And I'm glad you've given this whole thing a chance." I frowned.
"I…I love you…too?" It ended as more of a question than anything. I'd said it just as a test, to see if I could say it truthfully, but the words had felt wrong in my mouth. They just didn't seem to work. I didn't love Tidus. He smiled sadly.
"No, you don't. You love Sora." He sat up and stretched, wincing as his bones popped. "But that's okay. I knew that from the beginning." His smile became sincere. "Come on, I'm a little hungry. Let's go downstairs." He acted like he wasn't hurt over the whole thing, but I could tell he was lying. After all, why would he want to leave? He couldn't get hungry.
We ordered pizza for lack of anything else to eat. I did most of the actual eating, but I saw him choke down a slice. Afterwards we sort of curled up on the couch watching television until it got dark. I found myself after a while watching, not the TV screen, but Tidus instead. He seemed completely immersed in the program, and the bluish light from the screen reflected off of his eyes eerily. At that moment, he looked more like a ghost than I'd ever seen before.
Tidus lifted his head, his attention focused on the door.
"I'll be right back," he muttered, going into the dark kitchen. A few minutes later, my mom came in.
"Riku!" She said, surprised. "What are you doing still up? It's late." I shrugged.
"I wasn't tired. Thought I'd watch some TV." I pretended to watch the program, but watched her through the corner of my eye. To my horror, she went into the kitchen. As soon as she flicked on the light, I expected her to scream, thinking we had a burglar. Or worse, a prostitute. That wasn't a conversation I was looking forward to. But she only said,
"You ordered pizza? Great, I'm starving." I saw her sit at the table and devour the last few slices before throwing the box away and flicking off the light. She kissed my forehead.
"Don't stay up too late," she said tiredly, making her way upstairs. I watched her ascent and then turned my attention back to the kitchen, where Tidus was standing in the doorway. A smug smirk was set on his face as he stared at me. I frowned.
"How did you-?"
"My dear Riku, I have many talents." He took his place in front of my once more and I wrapped my arm around his waist. We fell right back into step, as if nothing had interrupted us. I turned my gaze towards the TV for a few minutes, but couldn't keep it from sliding towards him.
Tidus' eyes were closed this time, his breathing even. It looked like he was asleep, but I knew better. I knew he couldn't sleep. I tightened my hold and nuzzled the nape of his neck. I breathed in; no scent.
Recalling our earlier conversation, I kissed his neck. I don't love you, Tidus, I thought at him. But I wish I did.
