Stage Hands
1 - Damned Sexy
Sora purred, throwing his head back to receive the full amount of pleasure from Riku's red hot lips. Every movement Riku made enticed Sora ever more, every shift in weight, every hot, lustful breath had made him convulse under those sheets of white satin. Riku's loving kisses trailed up his neck, but now the cause of those kisses was gone, disappeared into the shadows. Suddenly, Sora felt the satin sheets disappear from him as well. Calling out to his lover, he felt the wind grow icy. He felt cold tears stream down his face as he, too, disappeared into the cold abyss.
Sora awoke, his face coated in what he had decided was sweat. This was the saddest parts of his dreams recently; waking up always reminded him of what he could only have in the sweet bliss of sleep. Riku filled his every thought, and his mind always wandered to the boy, always yearning to taste the flesh that had eluded him for so long. School was just about to let out, and Sora had made a resolve to find out Riku's feelings for him one way or another. However, it seemed it would never happen…
"Sora! Come get dressed so you don't miss Riku!" Sora's mother called up the stairs. Riku lived only a couple doors away from Sora, so they tended to walk to school together and talk. Well, some days, Riku talked and Sora just stared longingly, but he'd never admit it to him. Sora jumped out of bed, ruffling his hair so it looked recognizable. Running down the stairs, he made an attempt to suppress thoughts of jumping Riku and having his way with him. After grabbing a box of cereal and sitting down at the kitchen table, he remembered he'd have to make himself as sexy as possible this week. It wouldn't hurt to have some provocation for something. Maybe that pair of pants that were a size too small…
Finishing his bowl of Cheerios, Sora ran back upstairs to change, deciding he'd rather meet up with Riku than take a shower when he was already clean. Finding a tight t-shirt to go along with the pants, which ended up actually limiting his mobility, he decided he looked much like a man-slut. Changing into a slightly less tight pair of pants and grabbing his backpack, he took one last look into the mirror.
"'T's Better." Heading out the door, Sora ran out into the hot summer sun.
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"Hey, Riku! Get your skinny butt out here!" Sora quivered as a brief thought of Riku's ass flashed across his mind. 'I bet it'd be firm and tight.' Sora had to bite back a fantasy of grabbing Riku's ass and doing dirty things to it. Speaking of the devil, Riku and his tight ass had finally emerged from the cavern that he called his house.
Meeting Sora on the sidewalk, Riku finally said, "It is not skinny, thank you very much. My ass happens to be pleasantly perfect."
'You've got that right.' Sora's voice wavered for a moment as he said, "And who told you that lie?"
Sora smirked as Riku said, "Oh, piss off."
To change the subject, however pleasant it was to talk about Riku's ass, Sora asked, "So, what are you doing after school lets out?"
Riku shrugged, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"For the first couple weeks, going to a drama camp." Sora could've sworn he saw a flicker of lust cross Riku's eyes, if only for an instant.
"Really? Well, isn't that a coincidence? My parents are sending me to a drama camp. They say I need to get out of the house more often." Sora felt a wave of heat as he realized where that flicker of lust had come from. He and Riku would be going to the same camp! Sora tried to suppress a particular choice fantasy of Riku pinning him up against a wall, only to feel the intense heat appear elsewhere, as his face turned a heavy shade of crimson. Turning away from Riku quickly, although he could've sworn he could've seen, Sora calmed himself down and tried to focus on something else, anything else. Unfortunately, that thing wasn't his feet and he tripped of a branch that had stuck itself out onto the sidewalk. Falling into a shrub, he managed to get his hair tangled in a branch.
After a serious amount of snickering, Riku bent down. "Here, let me help, klutz boy." Pulling Sora back up, he proceeded to run his fingers through the brunette's hair, trying to get the little pieces of twig out of the floppy mess that Sora called a hairdo. 'His hands are so soft…' Sora felt a deep maroon creep into his cheeks as fantasies eased themselves into his conscious mind. 'I want more of them…'
The absence of Riku's hands snapped Sora out of his trance, but also caused the brunette to involuntarily mewl in need, before quickly pretending to cough deeply, which seemed to fool Riku. Stepping back to take a look at Sora, he said, "You look so damned sexy" before quickly following it up with "Kairi will definitely like it. Look-there's-the-school-building-I'll-see-you-later-Sora." Sora stood in shock, watching Riku run off; had he seen Riku actually blush? Following him into the building, Sora made a desperate attempt to figure out how Riku, the tough Riku, could blush. He hadn't hit on Sora, had he? 'I need to find out. Now. Those hands will be mine. That ass too.'
TBC…
Constructive criticism is nice, but I do like people just giving praise! XD I'm such a low self-esteemed guy. Say summin'. –BM/PRD