Author's Note:

I just got a random facebook friend request this morning (04/12/10) from a guy named Devo. I have one mutual friend in common, and he's facebook friends with two of my exes. His profile claims he is an artist, and I suppose he's cute enough to be gay (lol, whatever that means), so there are only three possibilities that come to mind. 1) He is interested in dating me after talking to people who know me. 2) This is brilliant attempt by my two exes to kick me after they both brought me down. 3) He's just some random kid who friended me. Seeing as both of my exes aren't very smart, in fact, they're rather dumb, I don't see two as a true possibility. So one and three… One or three… Which do you think it is? (Btw, you now know as much about this kid as I do).

Chapter Seven: The Morning After

Shuichi:

Opening his eyes and yawning, stretched across the floor and reached his arm out for Yuki. He blinked and sat up, confused by what he saw around him. Shuichi stood up slowly and made his way to the kitchen, racking his brain to remember why he was sleep on the floor.

"Yuki!" he called out, "Did we have a fight last night and kicked me out of the bedroom?" No answer. "Yuki?" Nothing. He walks over to the bedroom door and slowly creeps it open. Sitting in the dark is an empty bed, sheets undisturbed.

Turning around, he opens the bathroom door, but instantly turns away from the stench. On the floor is a pile of vomit and a half empty bottle of pills. Shuichi covered his nose with his shirt and walked back to the couch and sat down. He buried his head in hands and tried to remember what had happened.

Sighing, he picks up the phone and dials Hiro's cell phone number. Ring… Ring… Rin-

"Hello?" Hiro's voice sounds tired and sick. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Hiro, it's Shuichi. Have you seen Yuki at all this morning? I woke up and he wasn't here."

"Sorry, Shu-chan. Touma and I didn't leave the room all night. Haven't seen anyone."

Shuichi fell over on the cushions and looked at his foot. "That's OK, I'm going to go look for him." Spreading his toes apart, he wiggled them and giggled, "He's probably getting a coffee or newspaper."

"Alright then, Shuichi," Hiro said, "I don't feel too well today so I'm gonna stay in. See you tonight?"

Shuichi sat up and said, "Yeah, sure. Maybe you can come to dinner with Yuki and me?"

"We'll see how I'm feeling. See you later, Shuichi." There was a click followed shortly by the dial tone.

Standing up, Shuichi walked to the door of the room and slipped on some loafers and stepped outside. "I hope Yuki's alright," he said to himself and stepped into the hallway. "I should go looking for him, just in case."

Hiro:

Hanging up the phone, Hiro glared at Touma who was sitting on the couch across from him. "What the hell are you smiling about?"

Touma giggled and said, "Last night was fun, wasn't it sweetie?" Standing up, he crossed the room and leaned against Hiro's chest, running a small finger through the long, red hair.

"For you, maybe," Hiro huffed as he turned around and headed to the bedroom. Touma almost lost his balance and stumbled. "For me it was a pain in the ass, literally."

Laughing again, Touma followed closely behind and cupped a hand around Hiro's ass. "Don't lie, you know you loved it." Standing on his toes, Touma kissed the back of his neck and licked his ear. He reached his hand around and grabbed Hiro's crouch. "Even now you're as hard as a rock."

Breath quickening, Hiro moaned and said, "Stop touching me," but did nothing to stop Touma's advance.

Undoing the buttons on Hiro's pants, Touma fell to his knees and turned Hiro around. Gently stroking the large shaft, he looked up at Hiro and grinned. "Don't lie; I know you've never felt these sensations from a girl." Touma stuck out his tongue and ran the warm, moist organ along the inside of Hiro's thigh, under his scrotum, and across the penis. Licking the tip, he giggled as he heard Hiro moan and double over from the sensation. He opened his mouth and Hiro in as deep as he would go. The head pushed against the back of Touma's throat.

"Why do you do this?" Hiro asked as he fell against the wall. "Gah! I like girls!" Heavy breaths shook him and he slid to the floor with Touma still attached below his pelvis.

Pulling Hiro, still hard, out of his mouth, he pressed his lips against Hiro's neck and nibbled softly. "Lift your ass up so I can pull off your pants," he whispered.

Hiro obliged and pushed himself up with his legs as Touma tugged the tight jeans off. Next came the boxers, which were discarded in the corner with the jeans. Dress pants fell to Touma's knees and he gently touched himself as he approached Hiro.

He knelt down and lifted Hiro's legs up above his head. Hiro could feel the tip of Touma's penis slide against his ass. This was gentle teasing without penetration while Hiro felt thin fingers molest his nipple.

The tip was pressing against his hole again. There was a greater pressure. Hiro shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip. Smiling, Touma began to push forward. Slowly, but with force. Yelling out, Hiro felt himself split open and Touma slide in. Deeper and deeper were the thrusts and Hiro scratched at Touma's back trying to contain himself.

So smooth, Touma's flesh, that it needed no lubricant. Hiro's body accepted the intrusion with ecstasy and soon he twitched and sweated with spasm and convulsions. His toes curled and his back arched as he tilted back his neck and moaned.

Smiling, Touma grabbed Hiro's hand and began licking the fingers. He took each one slowly into his mouth and sucked on it down the knuckle. Touma watched as Hiro's eyes shut and his tongue stick out. Leaning over, he licked the tip of Hiro's exposed tongue and planted a full kiss on Hiro's lips.

Both of their bodies, joined at the waist. Together as one. Sex achieving a deeper connection than physical and reaching the mind.

Touma slowed his thrusts and waited. The beast within him was awake and about to burst into Hiro's flesh. With one final plunge, Touma reached deeper into Hiro's body than ever before and deployed his load. Thick, hot cum squirted and dripped and Hiro could feel it melt with his body.

Pulling out slowly, Touma sighed fell over on Hiro, nuzzling his face into Hiro's chest. He looked up, kissed Hiro's nose, and asked, "There, now was that so bad?"

Yuki:

Again. It happened again. He lit a cigarette and slumped down on the park bunch. A morning sun cracked over the top line of palm trees. Picking up a flask that glinted in the light, he took a long drink and wiped his mouth dry.

There was nothing left to him. Broken. A shell of the man he used to be. The entire morning images of his Sensei flashed through his head. A midnight stop at the liquor store to keep the gas tank full. Life was passing him by in the eternal stream. Life… All of this pain could only be temporary, he will die and it will be over. Who cares if he dies in fifty years, or in fifty seconds?

Yuki pulled the loaded revolver out of his pocket and began to rub the cold metal against his cheek. It felt good… It felt great. A single bullet constructed in a factory and transported by truck to a store, ready for his purchase.

A single bullet, loaded into an empty chamber of his gun, slid into place, and fired. Explosions of smoke and sparks erupting around the once silent piece of metal. Launching at speeds able to penetrate his thin skull, travel through the brain and flesh before exploding out in a wonderful show of blood and fire.

Suicide doesn't matter. Love is merely chemical reactions triggered in the brain creating a false sense of euphoria surrounding a particular person. Similar to the effects of heroin, only much more harmful.

It doesn't matter what he does. Give it time and no one will remember him. The world will keep turning without him. A hundred years, whole new people will populate the planet. No one will remember him.

Another drink from his flask and he shoved the gun into his mouth, the metal hurt his teeth and the whole thing tasted slightly acidic. A single tear dripped from his eye and traced its wet path down his cheek as he pulled back the hammer and heard the click.

His finger tensed around the trigger as he squeezed his eyes shut…

After Note:

Sorry about the long wait very busy lately. As for the kid, I found out he was only fifteen, so… no. Yeah, he was flirting and wanted to date me, but I need a real relationship, I'm done with child games. I've been in a production of Once Upon a Mattress. I am playing the lead role of King Sextimus, lol. Tonight is the final showing, so wish me luck!