Notes from the author:
All characters are FICTIONAL. All characters are
18+
. They do not relate to people in real life or to those that are in any TV series/anime/manga/novel/audio-book/etc. This is my own work, and I'd like it if there was no unconstructive criticism (especially since I can't guarantee that I'm a perfect writer XD)
Enjoy~<3
Chapter 1
~December 2009~
"It's cold," my Japanese friend started. "It's raining. It's not winter; it's the let's-hate-Heero season." We decided to spend some of our Winter Break walking around in a local park that our parents used to take us to.
"Good Lord, man, you sound like a whining girl." I honestly cannot stand it when he brings out his incessant whining. "Scratch that, you sound, and look, like a bratty little girl." It is true! The kid had so much raven-colored hair covering his face that he could probably pass as a girl... maybe if I got him to lose a dare and wear a dress...
"Shut up, Alex, you lollicon!"
"Alright, alright! You're an
adorable little boy
, then," I retorted, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and playfully poking his side with my other hand.
"Shotacon!" Suddenly, he tackled me onto a patch of grass and attacked my stomach with a damn frenzy of fingers that just kept tickling me in my most sensitive spots.
"No! No! Stop! Heero!" I couldn't fucking breathe! He always did things like this, especially when we were little kids, but I couldn't defend myself back then since I was always smaller than him. This issue has been reversed, however, due to God's great gift of a
growth spurt
.
"Ha! That's what you – oh my fucking god! Shit! No! Get off!" In a single swift motion, I had flipped the poor sucker onto his back and began my own tickle attack. His sweet spot was the area right in the center of his stomach, so you can guess where I struck first.
"No, that's what
you
get! Haha!" Heero pushed against my chest fervently, tears welling in his nearly black eyes.
"I'm gonna get you back! I'm gonna get you back, you shotacon!" he yelled in-between laughing fits.
"Try me, Jap!"
"I will, Pole!"
The struggle continued for several minutes before I got tired and plopped down next to my panting friend. God, it really brought back some great memories from the past. This kid, this crazy Japanese kid, was my first best friend. Hell, he was my only best friend. We met in kindergarten during recess or some shit like that. Heero was the one trying to push me off the swing, and rightfully so since I was stubborn and didn't want to give him a turn. Who would have thought that we'd be the best of friends? I swear, it feels like we've known each other since we were zygotes.
"Hey, Alex?" Heero called out quietly, breaking my almost-flashback.
"Hm?"
"Look up." He pointed up at a cloud that was passing by.
"It looks like a whale..."
"No, the one next to the whale!" Heero chuckled.
"You mean the demented duck thing?" I gave him a playfully irritated look as he laughed his ass off. "Please, Heero, it looks like a rubber duck that was chewed up, spit out, and then nearly flushed down a toilet." That really got him hysterical.
"Ah, Nao-kun, this brings back memories," my raven-haired friend whispered after calming down. His eyes were plastered to the sky. His gaze seemed eons away.
"Hm, 'Nao-kun' is something you used to call me when we were kids."
"Yes," he chuckled. "I used to call you 'Nao' because it means 'honest.' You, Nao-kun, used to be
brutally
honest with everyone."
"Oh, yeah! I remember there was this one time where I told my mother's friend that she looked fat in her dress!"
"Oh my god, I remember that completely! Dude, you were just so cruel."
"Oh, shut up," I snorted, rolling my eyes. "All young children are brutally honest."
"You were ten years old! Hardly a young child!" he countered, punching my arm.
"Whatever!" I crossed my arms in mock contempt, but then relaxed as I turned to face Heero. My eyes fell on his. There was something about them that always seemed to draw me in. When we were teenagers, I used to stare at them without even noticing, and it certainly caused some awkwardness. What scared me most was the thought that I could be gay. My parents are super Christians and some of the biggest homophobes of the century. If I was gay, the least painful thing they would do is disown me.
However, after my... reactions... to hot girls...well, let's say that I definitely do not get that reaction from looking at guys. Although, sometimes when I masturbate, I think of...
NO. God, what am I saying? Forget I mentioned a thing. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm going insane.
"Earth to Alex! Stop staring at me, loverboy," Heero leered teasingly.
"Loverboy?" That certainly snapped me out of it. "Oh, so you think I'm in love with you, eh?" I gave him a quick wink.
"Jesus, no! You fuckin' prick!"
"Man-whore!"
"Oh!" he gasped. "You. Did. Not."
"Oh. Yes. I. Did." I mimicked. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Out of absolutely nowhere, the kid leaped onto my stomach and pinned my arms above my head. He had this mockingly malicious look on his face as he sat just above my waist. Damn, the closeness... it was making it a bit hot. His face was just so fucking close and –
HOLY JESUS. Why?! My... My...
My dick fucking grew bigger! A hard-on! How the... What the...
I don't even know. But, shit, really, my pants felt so tight.
"Alright, Heero," I laughed nervously. "Get the hell off."
"Oh? Why? I'm not getting up." He shifted himself slightly back, his ass touching my erection.
"For the love of God, get the hell off of me!" Bucking my hips up, I managed to throw him to the side and slightly compose myself. "Sorry, Heero! Hey, you okay?"
"No, I am not okay. You just flung me into the ground, you prick!" The raven rubbed his side and then proceeded to glare at me. Fucking hell, at least he didn't realize...
"I'm sorry, it's just that you were gonna embarrass us! What if someone walked by?" Great excuse, Alex. Great. Now, he would definitely think that I was thinking about it. Maybe, he'd even go so far as to realize that I got hard from all that. Fuckkity, fuck fuck fuck.
"...Uhn," he replied in that weird Japanese grunt-that-meant-yes. "That's true. I wasn't thinking, was I?" Heero turned his face slightly away. That's when I noticed the light pink colors that were emerging on his pale skin. Oh, my Lord, he couldn't be...
STOP IT, ALEX. Goddamn, I really have to just go and quit it with these thoughts of mine.
"Yeah," I managed to chuckle. "Heero, I probably have to head home. My parents are expecting me to be home for at least the first few days of winter break. See you later, kid." My hand found its way to his head of silky, raven hair, and I mussed it gently before standing up.
"Hai! Same here, actually." He picked himself up off the ground quickly, swiping at the dirt that gathered on his jeans. "Tomorrow, though, we're having a DOA series showdown!"
"You and your video games!"
"You like DOA, admit it! You think Hayate is smexy." His turn to wink at me, now.
"Crap, dude! I do not! Although, I'm sure you have the hots for him."
"Don't shit me! I've got my eyes on Kasumi."
"Jesus, alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Heero!"
"See you! I wish you the best of luck with Hayate-sama~!"
--
The entire way home, I couldn't help but nearly sprint down the sidewalk. God, my pants were getting tighter. I couldn't help but think about how Heero was almost straddling my hips. During this walk home, I finally admitted to myself that it truly was Heero that caused my erection.
Oh my God.
Gay. I realized that I was
gay
.
I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Him, him, him.
When I walked through the door, it was still all about
him
. My cock was throbbing in pain. I wanted him. I wanted him badly, but there was no way for me to ever get him. There was nothing else for me to do except run upstairs to my old room. I told my mom on the way there that I was turning in for the night because I was exhausted.
With that uncomfortable heat growing in my crotch, I hobbled onto my bed. Unzipping my jeans and pulling my boxers slightly down, I watched as my cock flipped out. Good Lord, the entire thing was swollen, and the tip was leaking pre-cum already.
Shit, shit, shit... is what I should have been thinking as I grabbed my dick and pumped it hard.
Him, him, him...
is what I was really thinking. He was invading my masturbatory fantasies, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Let me handle your dick for a while,
he said.
It felt like his hand was rubbing my humongous erection. His silky skin... His strong hand gripping my cock...That thought sent my orgasms into overdrive. Biting on my lip, I attempted to stop the earsplitting grunts and whines that I'm sure someone in China would've been able to hear.
You like that, don't you? You like it, Alex.
My balls felt like anchors as they stiffened, and my cock began to shoot out fountains of semen. Christ, it was hot. Hotter than hot. So hot I wanted to melt. I wanted him to really touch me. I wanted his hands to grab my still-throbbing penis and pump it with all his might.
Heero...
...was the last thing that crossed my mind before passing out.
Chapter 2
When I came to, I felt exhausted. Hell, I felt like if I'd stand up, the first thing to hit the floor would be my face.
