Want Me Want Me

Author’s note: The idea struck me while writing ‘Once Upon a December’. See, I write on my bed with my laptop. My bed has a head board that CONSTANTLY bangs on the wall when someone moves on the bed. So I keep saying that no one should have sex on this bed because the next room over would hear ((if there was a room next to mine)). Then the idea struck me…

Oh, and the title was the current song playing when I started so it has no tangency to the story. Though it makes some odd sense if you know the song and understand it - the lyrics are a bit…heh…I’ll put the line that made me laugh in the beginning. ((Want Me Want Me by Namie Amuro))…Also trying a new style…ish

Please forgive spelling/grammar

Please dun let the size scare you OwO;;

-We touch hands like a virgin

But don’t forget the Trojan -

Sora looked at the piece of paper in his hand and smiled. Glancing up at the building that towered over him, he ran up the steps that lead to the front door of the apartment complex he would be staying at. His scarf flew behind him as he opened the wooden door and walked in. The new apartment he had rented was perfect. Low income, perfect for a broke college student like himself, quite big, to throw his books across the room in case he ran into stress while pulling an all nighter writing a six page essay, and private, in case he had decided to hang himself. Though he doubt it’d come to that.

He entered the elevator, gripping the side bar in fear. Ever since he watched Resident Evil, he had an immense fear elevators. Maybe even before that he had held a certain qualm for the moving box. He sucked in a deep breath, looking at the digital box above his head, watching the numbers tick by as he passed each floor without incident. He lived on the third floor. He looked around the empty elevator, sighing as he finally reached his floor. The sliding doors opened, Sora walking out of the death trap to be rather quickly.

He walked down the quiet hall way, looking at the different roman numerals that marked each door. He murmured each number to himself, glancing down at his paper in his hand as he did so. Finally, he happen upon his room and let out a little shout of joy and walked in. He pushed opened the wooden door and looked around his small apartment. Yes, the first step to his independence. He was a happy boy.

He already had some of his things moved in, so the living room had some of his needed necessities. Though, things were awkwardly placed. The couch was set facing the door, the TV was facing the wall, hell, did the movers know what they were doing. Well, what ever, Sora shrugged, at least he was home.

He shrugged off his jacket and threw it over the couch and looked around. He figured first he move the couch then the TV. Man was this going to be a lot of man labor. In any event, Sora braced himself against the couch and pushed, “Hot damn, I’m doing it!” he said to himself and as Fate would have it, the couch stuck to the floor and the brunet was pushing in vain. “Ah fuck man…” he murmured and sighed. Standing he decided to just explore the rest of the apartment.

He walked down the mini hall way, pushing another door open with the tip of his finger. The bedroom. He smiled as he saw his bed ready set up and placed nicely against the wall. He smiled and jumped o his plush mattress, sighing contently.

That is…till he heard a noise.

“Ah…! Oh!”

Sora’s head shot up. He adopted a face that clearly read, “WHAT. THE.FUCK?” He got up on his knees and sat there, a perplexed look washing over his face as he sat and listened. Had that been a trick of his ears?

“OH! God! Ah…!”

No.

No…

That was definitively not his ears.

Ears don’t make that sort of sound on their own.

Sora looked around, wondering where in the world that sound was coming from. “God?” he called out quietly, a saying he always said when he couldn’t explain a noise. He opt for the adjacent wall facing him though. He frowned at it and debated with himself whether he should crawl over there and press his ear closer to the cool vertical surface. But then, why in the world would he want to hear the sounds even more? Well, it was certainly better than GUESSING what was happening.

Sora slowly crawled across his bed, the sheets bunching up under him as he stood on his knees and pressed his hands on the white wall and slowly leaned against the wall. “OH! Please! More!” Sora shot back from the wall as if it burnt him. Rather, it burnt his ears. “OH MY GOD!” Sora yelled. He looked at the wall as if IT was producing the sounds of sex. His heart raced and he prayed to god that what he thought was coming up WOULDN’T come up.

Bang.

Bang bang.

Pause.

Bangbangbangbangbangbang.

“ARGH!” Sora screamed bloody murder, “THERE AREN’T EVEN SPACES BETWEEN EACH BANG!” Sora exclaimed as the repetitive sound became more frequent and rhythmic. Sora’s eye began to twitch at each redundant ’thud’ against his wall. The recurrent sound becoming like the next newest billboard hit rap song.

Sora would probably make millions off of it.

The brunet however, ran out of the room as if the plague had erupted from the walls. He was so wrapped up in what he was hearing, he didn’t hear the door being knocked on. It took about the third knock before Sora looked at his front door and opened it rather clumsily. He came face to face with a taller male with silver hair cascading over. Green like eyes peered at him and a smile was presented to his eyes, “Hi, I’m Riku…I live across from you…I…couldn’t help but hear your screaming…are you ok?” the man asked, a worried expression coming over him.

Sora gaped for a minute or two before shaking his head, “I, uh…yeah! I’m fine, I just…uh…” Sora cast a wary glance to the direction of his room. “I just…heard some things…” he said and offered the other man a smile of his own, “I’m Sora…I just moved here.”

“Yeah, I saw the movers. Welcome.” Riku held out a hand. Sora took it in his and shook hands.

“Uhm, so, noise?” The silver haired man asked. He peered over Sora’s shoulder to his room.

“Oh! Yeah…just…some thing.” Sora said, raising his brows at the last word.

“Rats?” Riku asked.

Sora snorted at that. -I wish- he thought, “I…don’t know…” Sora said. He shook his head and looked down.

“Can I get a look?” Riku asked, “Maybe I can decipher what the noise is.” Riku offered. Sora smiled, laughing to himself a bit. -I’m sure you’ll be able to…- the brunet thought, but nodded and let the man in. Riku smiled and thanked the younger boy. Sora nodded.

“No problem…oh, excuse the…mess.” Sora laughed a bit awkwardly. Riku smiled and shrugged. Sora lead the other man to the back of his room, walking in and once more hearing the recurrent banging of the events that were occurring next door. Upon entry, Riku recognized the noise and smiled, looking down sheepishly.

“Oh…I see.” Riku laughed awkwardly and turned to Sora. The two laughed, Sora shaking his head.

“I…If I known…”

“Yeah…that’s awkward…” he laughed. They stood there for a bit more, the evident sounds getting louder and louder. “Uhm…so…” Riku and Sora laughed as they slowly walked out if the noisy bedroom.

“Yeah…and I have to sleep there.” Sora sighed.

“You could always ask them to be quiet.” Riku said. He leaned on Sora’s door way and the brunet smiled.

“And say what? “Excuse me, I live next door now. Would you mind screwing your girlfriend more gently, thanks.”?” Sora said. The older man just laughed, arms crossed in front of him.

“You never know if that will work or not.” the man said. Sora just laughed and scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I’ll tell you if that works out or not if I ever try it.” Sora said. Riku just smiled and nodded.

“All right. Then I guess I’ll be seeing you later then.” Riku said rather than ask. Sora smiled back, neither moving from the spot on the door.

“Sure.”

x.x.x.x

Sora thought that once a day of sex was perfectly fine, in fact, he thought that was how many times people usually did it a day.

But he was wrong.

“Oh! M-more!”

Sora sat on his bed, staring at the wall in disbelief as if IT was making all the obscene sounds. He was hugging his pillow as he gave the wall assorted facial expressions raging from “What the fuck?” and “Oh my god.” He sighed irritated and looked down, dropping his head on to his pillow and decided to sleep on the couch.

Sora had counted three times the couple next door had gone at it. It was…amazing to say the least because he had found out that, one, the couple was NOT boy and girl but boy and boy. Two, the person doing the other was REALLY good in bed, and three, they could hold out for a really long time. Sora trudged into his living room, throwing his pillow and blanket on the couch as he grabbed the remote.

Turning on the TV, Sora found he prefer the inane babbling of the TV than the…interesting sounds of sexual intercourse that radiated from his room. He laid down on his couch, sighing as he found it more comfortable than he anticipated, or maybe because he finally was able to close his eyes. With a content sigh that escaped his lips, Sora finally was able to drift off to sleep.

He pulled the blankets closer to him, the dull sound of the television beginning to drown out as sleep over came him. The night went on, nothing disturbed him, thank god, and he was able to get in six hours of sleep. The usual call for sleep was eight, but Sora had awaken when a ‘thud’ resounded. He awoke from his dreamless sleep, or rather he couldn’t recall any of his dreams, and looked around. He tried to pin point where the sound had came from, but when he couldn’t find a scapegoat, he fell back on the couch and looked at the TV.

It was still on, playing a random program talking about Jesus Christ and Sora recognized it as Sunday morning mass…but on TV. He quickly located the remote and flipped to Nickelodeon. The familiar sound of cartoons filled the house and Sora rolled over, mumbling something. He briefly wondered if it was safe to go back into his room. -Well…it SHOULD be…I mean…what are the odds of the neighbors going at it this late…early…whatever?-

So with that thought, Sora slowly got off the couch and dragged his blanket across the carpeted floor. He walked into his room and stood there for a moment, listening. Nope…nothing. “Bliss.” he sighed and flopped down on his bed. He curled up and gathered his blankets to his body, sighing as he contented himself with sleep again…when his alarm clock went off.

Groaning, Sora looked at the piece of equipment and made a face. Perhaps he shouldn’t have gone to bed so late. He reached over and grabbed the clock, turning it off and slammed it back on the dresser. It was Sunday, what is GODS name was it doing on? -Great…now…I can’t sleep…- he sighed mentally and just laid in bed, contemplating on what to do next.

-Well…it’s seven in the morning…what CAN you do?- he asked himself. He didn’t have to think long for his stomach answered him. So deciding to content his grumbling stomach and return to his balanced homeostasis, Sora sauntered into the kitchen and quickly prepared a bowl of cereal. He quickly brushed his teeth, trying to make it back to his oh-so delicious breakfast before it got soggy. He sat down on the familiar couch, bowl in hand, and flipped through the channels on the TV.

He was quite content sitting there when he heard someone knock on his door. Sora sat the bowl of cereal down and walked to the door, looking through the peep hole to see who it was. He saw the man from yesterday standing there. Blinking, Sora unlocked the door and opened it, “Hey.” Sora smiled.

“Hi, I was wondering if you were hungry.” the man, Riku if he recalled correctly, asked. “I made breakfast and remembered you probably didn’t have any food and stuff…so…” he trailed off a bit.

Sora smiled, “Yeah, that’d be awesome.” the brunet said, “all I’m dining on is cereal.” he said.

“Ok, cool, well, you can come over now if you wanted.” Riku said and motioned for Sora to follow. The younger male did so, turning his TV off and followed the silver haired man to his apartment across the hall.

Riku’s apartment was quite simple and clean. A couch, a deep brown shade, glass coffee table with black legs, and a moderate size TV. A comfortable atmosphere surrounded Sora rather than an awkward one. He smiled, glancing at the food on the man’s table. “This?” Sora asked, walking over to the food covered table. Adorning the table top was your usual American breakfast. Eggs, bacon, French toast, there’s a twist, corn beef, and a pitcher of orange juice.

“Yeah.” Riku nodded as he fetched a pair of plates. He handed one to Sora and smiled, “Indulge yourself.” he said. Thanking the man, Sora surely helped himself. They sat at the table together, idly chatting about what ever it was that was going on in their lives.

“Did they keep you up?” Riku asked, taking a small sip of his drink.

“Yeah…a bit. I eventually fell asleep on the couch.” Sora said, cutting a piece of the French toast and putting it in his mouth.

“Oh, maybe you should really talk to them.” Riku said.

“Do you know who they are?” Sora inquired.

“Not really, I just moved here myself.”

“Really?” Sora asked, a brow raising.

“Last month.” Riku said.

“Ah, I see.” Sora nodded. “So you never saw them?”

“Once or twice…” Riku said.

“Two guys?”

“…yeah…” Riku said, his memory coming back to him, “Whoa, those are two GUYS making all that noise?”

“Yeah, and whoever is doing who must be really good.” Sora said casually and took another bite. “Good French toast.”

“Thanks.” Riku said, “Huh…that’s nice to know.” Riku said, referring to the two guys comment while he made a disturbed face.

“Yeah…in a way,” Sora smiled, “Who ever is dominating is really good. Poor guy was practically sobbing.” Sora sympathized.

“Heh,” Riku chuckled, finishing off his second helping. They continued eating, “So, you go to school?”

“Yeah,” Sora nodded, “Amuro University.” Sora said.

“Oh? Me too.” Riku said.

“Oh? We should car pool then.” Sora said. He usually didn’t socialize at school, since he did only see his classmates every other day, if even. But he figured if he lived right across from Riku, who also attended the same school, why waste gas? Plus, the older male was starting to grow on him, he was easy to talk to. Very easy, that was very rare to find in this day in age.

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” Riku said. Sora helped him gather the dishes, rinsing them and then loading them into the dish washer. “What classes?”

“English 115,” Sora started listing, “Math 65, and Creative Writing.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Two English?”

“I like writing.” Sora replied, “You?”

“Bio, psych, English, Japanese, Math and selective PE.” Riku said.

“Wow…that’s a lot.” Sora said with a whistle.

“Yeah…but I manage somehow.” he said with a grin.

“What’re you taking for PE?”

“Archery.”

“Oh THAT’S cool.” Sora said, quite impressed.

“Yeah, it’s a cool sport.”

“Heh, I could never do that.”

“Why not?” Riku asked, angling his head to the side.

“I have horrid hand eye coordination.” Sora confessed, laughing a bit.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter. You’d get better at it as you go.” Riku said.

“Yeah…but still.” Sora laughed, waving a dismissive hand.

“All right,” Riku smiled in defeat, “What’s your schedule?”

“Got class everyday except Friday and the weekends.” Sora said. “You?”

“The whole week except weekends.”

“Oh,” Sora nodded, “You work too?”

“Have to.” Riku said. Sora smiled at the man. The slight bed hair, the still husky filled voice that was slightly tinted with sleep, why did Sora find it incredibly appealing? Sora blamed his lack of sleep, but the more Riku talked, the more he found himself paying attention, just to hear the voice. He liked the way Riku’s eyes felt on him, if that made sense. Maybe it was his still craving sleep mind, but was the man’s eyes…undressing him?

Riku thought he was hiding that well, but apparently not if Sora knew. Either way, they carried on as if nothing was happening to them chemically. They were like a science project of love. Riku found the younger boy attractive. He was never one for other guys, but his motto, and coincidentally Sora’s as well, was you fall in love with who ever you happen to fall in love with. It was as simple as that.

May it be their sleep hazed minds or not, something was sparking between the two, but neither admitted it. After all, they just met.

x.x.x.x

Several weeks had gone by, Sora still not being able to muster up the courage to go next door and politely, he used this term lightly, ask the neighbors to stop pounding one another into the wall. He was impressed though, he hadn’t masturbated this much in a long while, and all this brought on by simple sounds. God knows what would have happen if he were able to see it. He was also impressed by the number of times the one screaming came. My god was his partner good.

They definitely were nymphos…He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad, surely there was a healthily number a person could have sex a day. Alas, Sora was kept awake till the godly hours of three am. He was annoyed as he laid there, listening to the dull bang on the wall.

It was like a metronome, a quite ANNOYING metronome, though Sora couldn’t possibly fathom ANY metronome being pleasant to the ears. So he laid there, sighing and he felt like bringing the TV to the wall. But he really liked his TV so he didn’t resort to such a drastic measure. He tried banging on the wall back, to get his point across, but he figure his petty banging was only drowned out by theirs.

By now, Sora could even predict when the other was going to come. “Uh! Ugn…A-Axel!” As Sora laid there, he actually did a count down, 3, 2, 1...”AH!!!” Blast off.

Rolling to his side, Sora curled up, trying to use his pillow to muffle out the sound. He considered going to sleep in the couch, but he really was getting way to familiar with the piece of furniture. His pillow technique was sort of useful. The sound were still reaching his ears…but at least it was muffled. Sora sighed, closing his eyes as sleep was slowly taking over him.

Yes…it’s been awhile Sleep.

His thoughts drifted to Riku how ever. For the past couple of days, they had been car pooling with each other, it was really great. Sora found out more about the man, found out that Riku actually was interested in child day care, who would’ve thought? Sora also got to see Riku practice his archery, amazing. Sora was flabbergasted at how professional Riku was. In any case, Sora also revealed a bit of himself.

Told Riku how he wanted to be a journalist. International journalist to be exact. He wanted to travel and since he loved writing, why not combine the two? Of course, he feared turning something he loved into something he would hate, but figured he may as well, seeing as how he abhorred everything else that came across his mind.

And maybe it was him, he hoped not, but the attraction he was feeling towards the older male was…strengthening. They hold each other’s gazes longer, when their hands touch, it was always a second longer than any usual touch of hands. Sora thought it was all in his head, but Riku noticed as well. He was actually intrigued by the occurrence that had wrapped around them.

He wanted to see where their little dance would take them. So at every chance he would get, he’d try to involuntary brush against Sora or accidentally bump into him. This caused Sora to look up at the silver haired man in confusion, but Riku would shrug it off with one of his debonair smiles.

Sora was slowly picking up on this little game of theirs. And he must admit, it was a fun game.

x.x.x.x

“So, any plans for this weekend?” Riku asked as he drove his self and Sora home.

“Not really, probably just going to study.” Sora said.

“Oh, well, you want to come over for dinner? Could use some company.” the older male said.

Sora smiled, “You always cook, you treat me like I’m a girl.” he said with a playful smile.

“Wait, shouldn’t the girl cook then?” Riku asked, quirking a brow.

“Yeah I guess.” Sora said, “So then that would make you the chick.” he laughed.

“All right, then I say it’s time for the man of the house to coo then.” Riku joked. Sora laughed and shook his head.

“All right, you can come over around seven, should be done by then.” Sora said, looking up at Riku. The silver haired teen nodded.

“All right.”

“Ok, the door will be unlock so let yourself in.” Sora said and turned to his door, opening it and walked in. Riku just smiled, doing the same as he entered his own abode. He threw his keys on the small table next to the door, placed his back pack in the kitchen and proceeded to the bathroom to take shower. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He pulled off his shirt from his body and discarded his pants as well. He threw them in his hamper and proceeded to test the water level before dousing himself in the on pour of water.

As he lathered his hair, he smiled at the thought of having dinner at Sora’s place. Sure they dined together before, but it was always at his house. So this was a change. He wondered what the brunet would be cooking up tonight. Then he wondered if the younger male was any good at cooking; he was pretty sure Sora was.

Said brunet was in the kitchen, an apron tied around his waist as he tossed the contents in the pan up in the air. He grabbed some Greek seasoning and threw a few pinches of the delicious spices and herbs in the sautéing meat. He quickly turned on the stove fan and looked at the ride cooker. Good, the rice was done, that was fast. Unbeknownst to the world, he had learned the tricks of the trade from his mother. Watching her cook and taking part in licking to bowl clean when dessert was made; yes, Sora obtained all his skills from his mother.

When the meat was done cooking and thoroughly sautéed to his liking, he undid his white apron and proceeded to shower himself. He had a smile on his lips; humming a tune. He turned in the standing shower, leaning his head back as the water rinsed his hair of any shampoo. Once he was done in the shower, he quickly dressed, glancing at a clock as he did so.

Six thirty-two.

“Hm.” he smiled, waltzing into the kitchen. He had on his pajama’s, why dress nice if it’s your own house? Simple basketball shorts and a white t-shirt would suffice enough. Besides, it’s not like Riku never saw him in his pajama’s. Sometimes he would go to Riku’s in his PJ’s and Riku would always be in his. Nothing odd.

Sora stirred the contents in the pan and put the stove top on low, just warming up the meat and vegetables. He opened the rice cooker and mixed it all, then closed it. He cleared the table of his text books and paper, throwing them on the couch with his back pack. He clapped his hands together and ran a hand through his brown tresses, damp with water. He figure Riku could serve himself, but should he tidy up a bit more? After all, the silver haired teen hadn’t seen his home for awhile. “Hm…well…it’s not like I have time too…” he murmured, glancing at the clock.

Six fifty two.

“Well…he should be here soon…” Sora shrugged, deciding to flop on the couch.

Riku was just walking towards his door, turning on the small lamp near the door and flicking off the main living room light. He opened his door and locked it behind him, taking exactly four steps across the hall to Sora’s door. He raised the back of his hand to the door and knocked.

Sora looked up and got off the couch, smiling. Well, seven exactly. That was impressive. He opened the door for the silver haired teen, smiling at Riku, “Right on time.” he said.

“I try.” Riku said. He walked in, dressed in his PJ’s like Sora. The brunet laughed softly and closed the door behind the man. “Mm…smells good.” Riku complimented.

“I can assure you it even tastes better.” Sora said, walking pass Riku and threw the man a smirk over his shoulder. Riku just laughed and followed Sora into the kitchen.

“Your place is starting to come along.” Riku said as he was handed a plate.

“Yeah, I’m down to two boxes to unpack.” Sora said quite proud.

“And it only took you a month!” Riku laughed.

“Hey, these things take time.” Sora nodded.

“I’m sure.” Riku said as he spooned some rice on his plate and topped it with the sautéed meat and vegetables. He quickly took a bite standing, “Oh shit, this is good.” Riku sai around his mouthful.

“You should sit when you eat.” Sora said as he sat down at the cleared table, “It digests better.”

“Does it?” Riku quirked a brow.

“Yeah, odd huh? You think standing would make the food go faster.” Sora shrugged.

“Well, aren’t you a smart one.” Riku smiled.

Sora just laughed. He was actually quite amazed at how easy they got along. He never really had any close friends, just what he considered acquaintances. But with Riku, he was revealing more of himself than he ever did to anyone. It was…actually quite a nice change. He liked it, having someone to talk to that was. He had some friend, yeah, but none that he could really open up to like this.

He actually had a girlfriend. Or…at least he thought he did. The complicated things of the heart. They never really said that they were going out, but never really said they weren’t. He liked her, yeah, sure, but he never really…felt like…he loved her. Of course, what was love now-a-days? Plus, he rarely saw her now and the funniest, or maybe saddest, part was…he didn’t miss her.

Was that bad of him?

Did that make him less of a person?

He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t feel any sort of guilt. Besides, if she wanted to talk to him or contact him, she would. It wasn’t like she didn’t have his cell number and current address. No, Sora made sure he gave Kairi all that. So if she didn’t want to talk, Sora wasn’t going to go out of his way to try to talk. He did try once, but it was all in vain. So he stopped trying, now it was just up to her to decide.

In any case, he wasn’t too concerned about Kairi, but if she should ever need his help, he’ll help her. Riku on the other hand had no interests in relationship; if it happens it happens was his motto. Sure he flirted here and there, but it was all play. He had yet to find that one person that made him want to lift his leg up when they kissed. Or something cheesy like that. He was just waiting around. That was all and he saw no problem in that.

“Mm…this is really good. Who knew you’d be the chef.” Riku said, sitting back on the dinning chair. His plate was cleaned off and he had the urge to lick it, but wasn’t sure if that would be proper etiquette.

“Yeah? I’m glad you liked it.” Sora said, “You want anymore?” he inquire.

“Yeah.” Riku said. Sora stood and Riku handed him his plate, “Thank you.” he said.

“No problem. How about a drink?” Sora asked as he walked into his small kitchen again and began to plate Riku a second helping.

“Water is fine.” The silver haired teen said. Sora nodded and retrieved two glasses and proceeded to fill them with water. He dropped several ice cubes in each and using excellent waiter skills, presented Riku’s plate, water and his own dish. He sat down again and smiled at the older male. “So, how are your classes?”

“Their ok, not great, but not bad.” Riku shrugged.

“Haha, same here.”

“What about your neighbors?” Riku asked, “Did they finally settle down?”

“Oh…no they haven’t. They’re real nymphos…” Sora muttered. Riku laughed.

“Yeah? Well, you know, if it ever gets tiring, you’re welcomed over my place.” Riku offered.

Sora grinned, “Thanks.”

“It’s the least I can do. I can only imagine how it’s like…” Riku trailed off, tapping his fork to his mouth.

“Eh…it’s freaking annoying. I mean, picture waking up to a guy coming in your ear or something. It’s like a sexual alrm clock or a twenty four hour porn that you can’t see.”

“Hmm…the newest way to get your porn…” Riku laughed.

“Exactly, it’s insane man…” Sora shook his head.

“Well, like I said, my place is open for you if you need a quiet place to stay.” the older male said with a friendly grin. Sora just smiled back.

“Thanks.”

“So, anyways, what do you want to do after? It’s Friday so I’m putting off homework till Sunday.” Riku said. Sora just laughed.

“I don’t know...maybe you can help me unpack.”

“Oh…homework…or house work, man that’s a touch choice.” Riku said jokingly. Sora just laughed.

“Hey, I have to make that decision everyday.”

“I guess so. Ok, I’ll help.” Riku nodded.

“I was kidding, but I’ll take your help.”

Riku just smirked at that. They continued to polish off their plates; Sora taking both their plates and rinsed them off. After, he loaded them in the dish washer and cleaned the rest of the kitchen. Riku just sat at the circular dining table, watching the brunet work. He pulled his green eyes away, looking around at Sora’s quaint apartment. It was more organized from the last time he was here. In fact, he had only been in the brunet’s house once. That being when they first met.

The couch was now situated in the middle of the apartment, the TV and coffee table in front of it. The glass table sat between the two furniture. He saw Sora’s belongings thrown on top of the couch; some loose papers on the carpeted floor. He smiled, Sora was a messy person, but that was fine. So was he, on his off days. He was usually a neat person, he liked organization and order when it came to his home. He also liked it to his life, but then again, life is full of surprises. He prefer to know what was going to happen though, the familiar.

He disliked having his usual routine disrupted by something out of the blue, he was a Taurus like that. But Sora seemed to just carry on with life; go with the flow. Like a leaf in the river, just going with it. The brunet was sort of like that, he just never really tried to keep his life consistent, finding that he would like to have some plot twists in his life. Though not ALL surprises in life were that amazing.

Like when he found out that he was being evicted from his own home that he had grown up in. Raised in, played in. Sora thought family stuck together and helped each other. Apparently not when his mom kicked him out. Luckily for him, he came across this apartment complex by chance and what a find.

By now, Riku was touring his self around the brunet’s quaint home. It didn’t have much to since Sora had just moved in, but it was still homey. Sora walked back into the kitchen and smiled at Riku. “Want to help me now?” he asked.

“Sure.” Riku said. He followed the younger male into the bedroom, Sora hesitating before entering. “What’s wrong?”

“Er…well…I’m actually afraid to enter my bedroom…” he said with an embarrassed smile.

“Really?” Riku blinked. “Oh I see,” he laughed, “Makes sense…I would be too.”

“Yeah…well, here goes nothing.” Sora twisted the bronze door knob and pushed the white door open.

Silence.

The two actually exhaled a sigh of relief. Sora walked in first, opening his closet as Riku stood behind him, watching Sora as he reached up and took down the brown box from the top shelf.

That’s when the sounds started up.

Sora nearly dropped his box and the two boys looked at the wall in utter disbelief. Sora had the most embrassed look on his face and Riku was just smirking.

“Wow…there they go,” Riku said, “That’s…”

“Awkward.” Sora finished.

“I was about to say interesting, but awkward works.” Riku laughed. Sora just shook his head and jumped when a loud thud resounded off the white wall.

“GOD! What the hell? Don’t they have anything BETTER to do than screw each other?” Sora said with a scowl on his face.

“Apparently not.” Riku said. He laughed at Sora’s expression, it was rather…cute. Funny too, the little pout, if Riku didn’t know any better, he’d say he’d want to nibble on that bottom lip. It juts looked inviting.

“Man…” Sora sighed, “Ok, well, I’ll just unpack this later then…”

“Why not now?”

“I’ll be to distracted by THAT.”

And as if on cue, someone’s voice penetrated through the wall and Sora winced. Sounded like THEY were having fun. Riku just shook his head, “Well, my offer still stands. You can come over to my place if you wanted.”

“I couldn’t impose on you like that.” Sora said, shaking his head.

“Impose? You wouldn’t be imposing. In fact, it’d make my oh-so lonely nights more…better.” Riku said with a nod.

“Well…maybe…” Sora said looking down. He wasn’t going to take Riku’s offer, but when the inane banging increased in pace AND volume, Sora gritted his teeth, “Ok, for tonight.” he said. The silver haired teen just smiled and nodded.

“All right, get your things and we’ll head to my place.” Riku said and Sora nodded. The older male stood there, his smirk growing as the escapades next door grew. He could only imagine what was occurring next door. He found it also amusing at how irked Sora got by these endeavors. It didn’t bother him, but it bothered Sora. Riku could see why, being kept up and all and having to wake up with the echo of it in your ears.

The brunet was shoving an extra pair of pajama clothing in a random backpack he found and ran to the bathroom for his brush and toothbrush. He came back to Riku who looked at him with an amused look on his face. “Ready?” he asked and Sora nodded.

“Yes, let’s get out of here.”

x.x.x.x

Sora never thought he’d be grateful to silence, just pure silence. Unadulterated silence. He sighed as his ears let the ringing leave and the very detailed moaning flow out of his mind and hopefully from his memory. Riku went to his room, looking around to see where Sora could possibly sleep. He scratched the back of his head, Well, his room wasn’t that big and he didn’t want to poor boy to sleep on the floor. Sora walked in after him, looking at Riku then glancing in the room, “We can share the bed.” Riku offered.

Without even a second thought, Sora just nodded, “Fine with me.”

So that’s what they did.

When the later night arrived, Sora found his back turned to Riku in bed and the silver haired teen’s back to his. He was hugging a pillow to him as the awkwardness of the situation started to sink in. Riku was drifting to sleep quite easily while Sora laid there, blue eyes staring out into the dark. Well, immediately his thoughts wondered to the man next to him.

Riku’s body heat warmed his back and he was very hesitant to move or shift in the bed. He just laid there, eyes blinking, breath slow and moderate, body still. Why was he so nervous about sleeping next to Riku? He never gotten this way with Kairi, no, when they slept in the same bed, he just klonked out like a brick to the floor.

But here next to Riku he was actually…nervous. What was he possibly expecting though? He shifted, finally mustering up the strength too. Or rather the courage. In any case, he moved on to his back and turned his head to look at the silver pool of hair next to him. Wow did Riku’s hair look soft. He made a face and looked away. What the hell was that kind of thought? He mentally slapped himself at being so romantically novel like. No Sora, this was not one of those novels with the buff blond guy on the front.

Though if Sora had to picture a cover, it would have Riku on the front.

He slapped himself physically for that thought.

By his movements, Riku turned over and looked at Sora, “Awake?”

“Oh…yeah, sorry did I wake you?” Sora whispered.

“No, I was sort of awake to begin with.”

“Oh I see.” the brunet nodded, He rolled on to his side to get a better look at the older male. Riku smiled and did the same. So here they were, looking at each other as they laid in the same bed. There was certainly nothing awkward about that. Sora just smiled how ever, liking the way Riku’s green eyes felt on him. “I like your eyes.”

“Thanks…your eyes are pretty attractive too.” Riku said deeply.

Sora blushed at that. Riku had a nice voice, “Thanks.”

“You do. They stand out like this.” Riku said and reached forward to gently, lightly touch the high point of his cheek, underneath his right eye. Sora’s heart sped up at this. “It’s nice.” Riku said, dropping his hand.

Sora continued to stare at the older male, his thought becoming cloudy. He was entranced completely now by the come hither look in Riku’s eyes. They were so alluring…Had he known what he was doing, he would have stopped himself. But to his dismay, he realized his actions too late. He was shifting forward and the next thing that was able to alert itself in his mind was that he was touching his lips to Riku’s.

The crazy thing was, Riku was touching back.

Sora pulled back abruptly, sitting up and staring wide eyed at the man still laying down. “Uhm…sorry.” Sora said. He looked away and blushed red. He felt like running back to his house; to his bedroom. He took one last look at Riku who had quirked a brow at this point and quickly scrambled off the bed, “Sorry!” he stammered again and quickly picked up his back pack and ran to the front door. Riku quickly reacted to this run away situation and went after Sora.

“Wait, Sora!” he called out, following the brunet across the hall to the his house once more. Sora and Riku stood there in the living room of the brunet’s apartment. Sora’s face still aflame. Riku just smiled. “Sora?”

“I said sorry…” Sora murmured.

“Why? Nothing to apologize for if I liked it.”

“You liked it?” Sora raised a brow and his head.

“Yeah…I did.” Riku said, running a hand down Sora’s cheek. The brunet just smiled a bit, rather smug. He started to walk back into his room, set on throwing his belongings back to where they belonged. He was too tired to go back to Riku’s place. Even if the sounds were still going on. Riku just laughed, “They’re STILL going at it?”

“They do it about three times a night…day…whatever.” Sora sighed. He threw his back pack on the floor and looked at Riku, “I’d go back, but I’m too lazy…”

“Heh…” Riku just looked down as the only sound in the room was the muffled moans and chants of the noise next door. The thud and banging becoming redundant and the silver haired teen looked up with an idea that suddenly came to mind, “Hey.”

Sora looked up and blinked, “Huh?”

Riku just smiled at Sora and stepped closer, leaning down to whisper in the brunet’s ear, “I bet we can be louder.” he said.

Sora blushed at this and looked at the silver haired teen, “W-what?”

“Don’t you think so?” Riku asked.

“…,” Sora just blinked at Riku and then smiled a bit, “I think so…”

“Well…” Riku said, a finger sliding up the sides of Sora’s body, “We won’t know till we try, right?”

Sora was actually intrigued. Sex with Riku. Mm, that sounded interesting indeed. Sure they clicked chemically, they both knew this, but physical interaction never crossed neither mind’s. That didn’t mean they weren’t curious. Sora just laughed softly and looked up at Riku, “I guess not…” he whispered.

Riku made the first move this time, bringing his lips to Sora’s as they engaged in a rather heated kiss. They started out with chase choppy kisses, eventually escalating to more deeper prolonged kisses. What first started out with just lips soon involved tongue, sliding against one another and teasing luring the other into their mouths. Sora sucked gently at Riku’s tongue. Letting his teeth rake along it as Riku pulled his tongue back.

Riku’s hand found their way up the brunet’s sides, Sora shivering at the feel. The silver haired teen’s hands slid up under the white cotton shirt and smooth their up and down Sora’s back. The smooth skin pleasant against his palms and Riku tired of kissing for now and continued to lace kisses and suckling on the brunet’s neck. Sora let out a small sigh, his head falling back.

Sora’s own arms wrapped loosely around Riku’s body, pulling him on top of him as they fell on the bed. They stopped briefly when the banging next door quicken and the moans escalated in volume.

“Riku…are you going to let them win?” Sora asked, quirking a brow.

“Hell no.” the older male said. They decided to skip all foreplay, to Sora’s dismay, and soon all clothing were discarded. Their naked bodies pressed against each other and Sora hissed. Hot damn did that feel good. Riku’s skilled hands caressed Sora’s body, the brunet arching oh-so deliciously up into those teasing hands, His lips ghost over Sora’s own and he smiled quite smugly as Sora whimpered.

“Stop teasing.” Sora murmured.

“Mm, I’ll think about it.” Riku said and slowly began to prepare the younger boy. Sora hissed and looked at Riku.

“It’s not nice to tease,” he gritted out, “C’mon now, you have to show me if we’re louder.”

“Oh, baby, I bet you we are.” Riku said, licking Sora’s pink lips. The brunet just blushed and sighed, his eyes rolling back as an indescribable high of ecstasy rolled through his body. He had to moan or make some sort of noise or he would go mad. Riku smiled and licked those lips again; those lips were becoming his oral fixation very quickly. “Awe, c’mon Sora, you have to scream.”

With that, Riku pushed into Sora, the brunet yelling out, “Sh-SHIT!” he cursed. His hands gripping the sheet beneath him as he arched upwards. Riku just smiled.

“Yeah, like that. Now, let’s give them a concert.” Riku murmured and Sora just agreed by letting out another scream. The pleasure Riku was so generously bestowing on him was so…he couldn’t find a word for it. It was hard to articulate, it was just good. Oh-so damn good. It was a feeling that you just had to ride out and if you didn’t you would be so disappointed.

Sora was panting and chanting, unaware that he was beginning to sound like the person next door that screamed his lover’s name. Sora was rocking with Riku at this point and they were making beautiful music. Riku was so surprised at how vocal Sora was, but that just added more to the fun, it was like an extra kink.

And he liked it.

They continued to press against each other, Sora’s nails drawing exotic patterns on Riku’s pale back, their harsh panting and shouts of each other’s names filled the room, the rocking and sound of the head board of Sora’s bed banging on the wall became drowned out background noise. They were so involved with the ecstasy they were giving each other, they hadn’t realized that they were making the same if not more noise than the couple next door.

Sora just wanted to feel that last high and he begged, practically sobbed to Riku to help him get there. The silver haired teen had no problem with that and readily pushed Sora towards the edge. The night went on and soon, the two had climaxed, the breaking point so strong and amazing.

The feeling that raced, that ran, through each boy’s body was so god like. Sora had to ride out the feeling, even after his climax, Riku still pushed in him, the feeling still stimulating. The euphoria that they had, that after glow was so glorious. The after shock of orgasming was so impressionable, Sora was addicted right away. He looked at Riku, his neighbor turned friend turned lover smiled at him. Sora was still panting the tiny waves of pleasure still tingling in him.

They stayed still for a minute, catching their breaths before Riku shifted and then Sora followed suit. Well, this was an experience that the two never imagined. Still, they looked at each other and laughed a bit. Riku leaning forward to place a kiss on Sora’s lips before lightly tracing patterns on the brunet’s back, Sora shivered, the feeling sent chills down his back and spine. It made him more of that touch.

“So…” Sora spoke softly as Riku continued petting his naked back, “Think we were louder.”

“I think you were…” Riku said, placing light kisses on Sra’s exposed neck, The brunet just smiled and closed his eyes.

“Hm…I think I was too…” Sora whispered, sleep taking over him as the feeling of Riku’s hand on his back, breath in his ear, lips on his neck faded to the background and he finally was able to remember his dream the next morning.

When said morning came, Sora and Riku had found, slipped under the blue eyed boy’s door was a folded note. Riku had picked it up and they both read. “Hi, we live next door and would appreciate it if you screwed your girlfriend gently. Thanks -Axel and Roxas.”

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