I picked at the frayed string that was unraveling from the gaudy orange sofa. The old piece of shit was stained in several places by coffee and, well, I don’t know what else. And I didn’t really want to know, for that matter. Riku’s parents were hardcore hippies and disco dancers, so the living room was a combination of cheap 70’s crap and colorful strobe lights. Said parents were at the dining room table, blasting repetitive dance music and discussing a plausible Peace Corps trip that Riku tenaciously refused to go on.

“I don’t see why you’re not as enthusiastic for this trip as I am,” said his portly, balding father. He had a thick mustache that I’d only ever seen on my parents’ ancient Beatles record collection. His mother had a band around her head, but instead of the sudden renewal of the hippie band rage, hers wasn’t intricate nor, for that matter, clean. Both of his parents often wore tie-die shirts and, to my severe discomfort, vibrant jump suits.

“It’s not that—it’s just, Riku will be off to college and we won’t be there for him,” his mother replied. Her voice was soft and silky, captivating even though it was rarely raised above a whisper. She was an extreme tree hugger and human right’s activist, and a great cook.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, suppressing the substantial anxiety of Riku moving to all the way to Massachusetts to attend Harvard Law School, while I would be finishing my senior year and taking prerequisite courses at a community college. He would be a highly successful lawyer and I’d be struggling to find my footing as a photographer.

Riku finally came out of the bathroom, jauntily wearing a towel that rested just below his hip bones. I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that always proceeded the sight of his stunning half-naked body. I could smell the musky Old Spice even from some ten feet away.

“Hey, Sora, could you wait a bit more?” He requested. I was about to snap at him for leaving me alone on that disgusting sofa with nothing to do but listen in on his parents’ conversation, but was distracted by the pleading look in his brilliant cerulean eyes. That distraction gave him enough time to bolt back into the bathroom, shutting the door only partially behind him. I grinned wickedly. The jar in the door gave me an idea; impish inspiration of sorts.

I went into the kitchen, and his parents quickly covered up something they’d been looking over. I made a note of it but decided against prying. Instead, I asked if they had a jar of jelly anywhere, and if I could waste only about most of it. Reluctant but curious of what I had planned, they got the small jar of organic and nasty-smelling jelly out of fridge.

With jar in hand, I grabbed a step-stool and positioned it in front of the bathroom door. I placed the jar on the edge of the door, letting it rest precariously on the frame like I’d seen done in the movies. I quickly leapt off the step-stool, folded it and tossed it assed, then went back to the sofa like nothing happened.

I waited and waited for Riku to finish up his beauty habits. In that manner alone he was much similar to a gal, but otherwise was the very definition of masculinity. Unless one considered his long, silky hair and thick lashes as girlish traits. Some ten minutes later, I was still sitting patiently in that goddamn sofa, taken to entertaining myself with untying and retying my shoelaces.

“Okay, I’m—holy fuck!” Riku leapt back as the jar came crashing to the ground. It was plastic, so I didn’t expect it to break, but break it did. Shards of plastic dug mercilessly into Riku’s legs, and jelly covered his brand-spanking-new Nikes. “Sora,” said Riku, stalking out of the bathroom, leaving jelly prints in his wake, “I’m…going…to…KILL YOU!!”

I leapt up from the sofa and bolted to the door, but Riku was much faster. He grabbed me by one arm, and I beat him with the other. He caught that arm, too, and held the two together. He laughed manically as I struggled to break free. Impulsively, my leg swung back and my foot landed heavily on a shard of plastic. Cursing loudly, his grip momentarily loosened. Taking my one chance of escape, I broke free. I threw the door wide open and then leapt into the bushes, ignoring the spiders other creepy-crawlies that scurried away.

Riku came limping out of the house. There was a mad glint in his eyes, and his jaw was clenched. Below his right knee, a shard of glass was further embedded into his leg. Blood oozed out and dribbled onto the ground. I prayed I hadn’t jabbed it into a vital artery. The hospital bills would absolutely break me.

Either fed up or in too much pain, probably the latter, Riku went back into the house. I waited a few minutes before emerging from the bush. I shook myself off of prickly needles and bugs, then carefully crept up to the living room window. I peeped in and watched Riku pick out the pieces of plastic while his mother was trying to constrain her husband from calling the paramedics. Was I seeing things, or was he smiling? I gaped, and stood on my tippy-toes to get a good look at his face. Then, he started laughing. Laughing! He turned his head to my direction, and winked. I quickly ducked under the window.

I worked up the nerve to return to the house, and to profusely apologize. And maybe call the paramedics. Riku had to have loads of blood loss and be delirious if he wasn’t out to murder me for what I’d done. To even crack that smile was a miracle in of itself. I cautiously opened the door, as to make sure Riku wasn’t standing behind the door wielding a frying pan. Instead, the man was tediously pressing bits of cloth on his wounds and wrapping gauze around them, as to apply pressure.

“Oh, hey, Sora,” he greeted without looking up at me. I stood there awkwardly, feeling ashamed of the mess I had caused. Just because of an innocent prank caused by Riku’s obsessive vanity. “Could you get some more gauze? It’s in the medicine cabinet.” I did as was asked, and he thanked me—shocker!—and went back at it. All in all, I counted about six cuts. They looked more serious than they actually were, except for the piece of plastic that I had shoved further into him. That had to have been at least two inches worth, not counting the little tip that Riku had gripped with tweezers.

I bravely sat next to Riku after helping him clean up the mess. His expression was rather blank, and that unnerved me. Normally, Riku’s face simply exuded confidence, composure, and, undeniably, a dash of arrogance. After getting his legs, strangely smooth as silk (but not shaved; the hair was white), all bandaged and cleaned up, Riku jumped to his feet. He grimaced, yet smiled down at me, and offered his hand to help me up. I stared at it blankly, unable to believe my eyes. I rubbed them, just to make sure, and his hand remained there. I took it, too astonished at his composure to question it.

“We ought to be going now,” Riku suggested, toying with the jangling keys in his pocket. I nodded mutely, and followed him out the door. The reason I had been waiting at his house on that dirty sofa was the result of my wanting to drive—and, of course, my parents’ unwilliningness to teach me how. Riku had recently turned eighteen, so he agreed to assist me on my permit. I was plainly shocked that he hadn’t turned me down after the jelly incident…

Riku tossed me the keys, and I fumbled with catching them. He smirked and, under his breath, commented on my uncoordinated clumsiness. I stuck out my tongue at him, and he chuckled. I unlocked the doors with the familiar “chck-clck”. I hopped into the driver’s seat, and waited for Riku, taking his damn sweet time as usual, to drop in his eternally-designated shotgun territory.

“Freeway driving,” Riku began with seriousness, “isn’t as easy as it looks, nor is it as hard as it sounds.”

”Wise, wise,” I commented sagely. Riku ignored me.

“We’re not going to pass anyone today, unless we get stuck behind a semi-truck.” Riku locked his seatbelt, and motioned that I do the same. Well, duh, I knew that at least! I resisted correcting him in his mistaking me as a forgettable dult—which I could be at times, but I was actually rather good at the whole driving thing.

“But we won’t, ‘cause we’re going in the fast lane, right?” I joked, winking. Riku frowned. I rolled my eyes and jammed the keys in the ignition, turning it cautiously as to not break the key like I had done the first time I started a vehicle. The despicable blue Prius hummed, signaling life. The screen on the dashboard declared that the battery power was full to the brim, and we’d have at least a few hours before the gas gauge would kick in. I reversed from the driveway, stopping before the road to make sure I wouldn’t run over any little kids or creatures, and pulled out to the pavement.

We cruised through the large, creepily peaceful suburbs. The sky was above was blue and spotted with fluffy white clouds that passed languidly over the warm sun, so, thankfully, I wouldn’t be blinded and hit another fire extinguisher…

Destiny Islands were three separate islands; one was very urban and large, though there were no skyscrapers or anything that big. The second was a small, slow-moving town where most of the younger kids on the big island would eventually retire. The third was the tiniest, where most of the teens would row out to so they could hang out and, at least when the sun dropped, drink booze, do drugs, and have sex with relatively slim chances of getting caught. Riku, I knew, had gone on some of those nights, and came back severely wasted. He adamantly refused to bring me along: “sixteen year olds have absolutely no business there!” Riku had always been so protective of me like that, even more than my parents. That, when I thought about it, was sort of frightening…

“Sora,” Riku said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Pay attention. The entrance is coming up soon.” I nodded, licking my dry lips. The tinted windows were a nice touch, but made things much too hot on a nice summer day. I turned on the AC, directing all the cold air my way. Riku looked my way for a moment, but said nothing. I grinned.

I turned into the entrance, and shot down from 50 to 20 within some ten seconds. Riku glanced at me, and I smiled sheepishly. “Remember what I told you?” he asked. I mumbled an apology, and sped back up after driving around the strangle half-circle that led to the freeway. I turned on my left turn signal, and ignored its nuisance as I kept looking over my shoulder. “Shit!” I growled; no one was letting me in. I floored it, and Riku instinctively slammed down on an invisible brake. I cut in front of a Hummer that was intent on not letting me get in front of him. They went into the fast lane, flipped me off, and went off going 80.

My heart was hammering hectically in my chest. I cackled stupidly.

“Jesus, Sora, next time wait until the assholes pass,” said Riku, his tone shaken.

“Seems everyone on the road’s a jerk these days,” I reasoned, shrugging nonchalantly. Still, for Riku’s sake, I kept my eyes on the speed gauge and kept at a reasonable speed.

“Sora,” Riku burst out suddenly, with his face turned to mine. His eyes were imploring. “Let’s go somewhere. The small island.”

As if I wasn’t already on an adrenaline rush enough!

~.X.~

Exit 92, of which I had roughly taken, brought us to a small road that passed through a thick patch of palm trees. The place was familiar; I had gone with my friends, particularly Riku and Kairi, when we were much younger to the island many, many times during hot summer days. We were the Destiny Islanders most frequently there, and had discovered the little cavern, covered with drawings we’d made of stones, that was still hidden away from the world.

We stopped at the little beach with soft, sparkling white sand. Hopping out of the car, I took a deep breath. The salty sea air was freshest on that beach, though no one really knew why. Riku tugged on my elbow, and challenged me a race to the shoreline, which was lined with several old, rotting row boats. I accepted, and we ran along the sand, losing our footing on the looseness of it. I tripped over my own two feet, and dragged Riku down along with me. We rolled down to the edge, nearly into the water and the boats. We were laughing together again, although Riku had a grimace on his face. Perplexed, I sat up and looked him over. And then it hit me; the sand had seeped into his band-aids and stinging his wounds. Guilt washed over me. I had almost forgotten about it.

“I’m sorry about that again, Riku,” I apologized quietly.

“Don’t worry,” Riku dismissed it, waving his hand about to emphasize his point. I nodded in agreement, though, deep down, I continued to feel terrible about it. Before I could push the subject, Riku was already in one of the boats. “Join me? I’ll let you row to make up for it.” He smirked. I sighed, but complied to his request.

“I’ll be your slave for the day,” I suggested as I tore at the foamy waters. Riku was leaning back leisurely, as if trying hard to mock at me—and if he was, he’d been doing a damn good job at it. My arms were throbbing already, and I could see the shoreline of the medium island, yet could only see the hazy outline of the smaller one. The seas, even in good weather, were known to produce layers of fog above them, and it was steadily increasing in some odd feet.

“Are you sure about that?” Riku said amusedly. I nodded fervently, and he snickered maniacally. Dread filled every fiber of my being. That snicker was a bad sign, as Riku only used it when he had one of his sadistically evil plans in mind.

“Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?” I implored the heavens, tilting my head skywards. Riku’s snickers only increased. I then kept on plowing through the waters with renewed energy, as he may have believed physical “incentive” was allowed after slavery was designated.

After about half an hour, the boat finally scraped against the beach. I leapt out, not caring that water was drenching my jeans up to my knees. I ran to the sand, letting water splash up all around me. I leapt around, overcome by ecstatic, overwhelming glee. I hadn’t been to the place in years, I simply couldn’t suppress my emotion. Riku stared at me, with confusion and amusement written all over his face.

“If I’d known how much you missed the place…”

“If I’d known, I would’ve gone ages ago!”

I spread my arms and twirled around, then dropped onto my back. The fine sand was nice and warm—comforting. Riku joined me, his arms spread out like mine and a smile spreading out as well. Perhaps, I thought, Riku had missed the place, too. Maybe that’s why the trip there had been so spontaneous. It didn’t matter to me; I lived for spontaneity and senseless things.

Riku sat up suddenly, sand flying in his wake. “You, slave, must show me where the cave is. I’ve forgotten.” With that said, it hit me. All the sudden happiness dissipated as quickly as it had come about. Riku wanted a new place to get drunk, where no cops, who he’d had some trouble with in the past, would find him and his party buddies (people whom I’d never even met.)

“No, I won’t let you ruin it!” I yelled, jumping to my feet. I glowered down at him, hands curled in tight fists. Riku looked purely taken aback. Hah! Like he’d expected anything else! Then, he looked pissed. I tried to back away, but he was too quick. He swiped at my ankle, and dragged me down.

“You made an agreement, right?” Riku hissed in my ear. He soon had me pinned to the ground, straddling me by the hips. If I wasn’t so ticked off, I’d be turned on by this rather kinky situation.

“You have a point,” I agreed breathlessly. Riku got off and dragged me up by the hair. I gasped in pain, but he didn’t care. He undid one of his shoelaces, pulled them out of the sneakers, and used the lace to tie my hands behind my back. By then, I was getting a little turned on.

While keeping a tight grip on my upper arm, he allowed me to lead him to the cave. It was hidden by a well-concealed door that only fit one at a time. He shoved me into the cave, and I tumbled onto my ass. Once he got in the cave, he latched onto me again.

I gaped in awe. The drawings were still there. Everything was the same as it had been years ago. “Please, don’t ruin this!” I pleaded to Riku. He raised an eyebrow.

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“Well, I figured this was a good place to throw a party…”

Riku laughed. “It’s got privacy, sure, but that’s not what I was thinking of.”

“Then what were you thinking of?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” Riku grumbled. By God, was he blushing?

“In any case, would you mind untying me?”

Riku’s eyes went cold again. “I don’t believe you completely understand, Sora.”

“Understand what?”

“That you are my slave, for this entire day. And look here, you’re all tied up, helpless and alone with me…”

“What’s your point?”

“Jesus Christ, wake up.”

And then Riku was straddling me again, except he was touching me, all over. His hands, hot and big and gentle, were caressing my face. His fingers went through my hair, ran over my lips. I could hardly breath, my head was spinning faster than I could ever hope to stop it. I had fantasized about this moment multiple times before, but then when it was happening…I couldn’t grasp onto reality enough to enjoy it.

“Wait Riku, wait,” I breathed, pushing him away from me. Riku stepped back, his chest heaving and his eyes full of lust. “Why…are you doing this?”

“Why do you think?” Riku reached out for me again, his dangerous lips pressing against the sensitive skin of my neck. His teeth nipped, he sucked, nipped, touched. A hand slipped under my shirt, I gasped at the sensation of its coldness against my unbearable heat.

“Are you—” I drifted off, unable to gather my thoughts together into a coherent order of words. My eyes rolled back into my head as his other hand was helping with tugging my shirt off. His mouth wandered further down my body; onto my shoulders, nipping, tugging, sucking, kissing…everything felt like the lick of a hot fire, until his expert tongue soothed the trail of red marks he was leaving behind.

“I love you, Sora,” and his mouth was up to my ear, his lip gracing it softly. It tickled.

“You’re lying,” I claimed unsteadily. My knees were growing weak when a nipple was grasped tightly between a thumb and index finger. “Why, after my assaulting you with a jar, would you be admitting this?” I cleared my head with the thoughts of pieces of plastic stuck in his legs. Was this some sort of twisted pay back?

“That’s something that I love about you, Sora…” Riku stepped back, a pleading look in his eyes replacing the lust they had held only moments before. “Your clumsiness is strangely endearing, even if it does cause me loads of pain…remember that one time we were going for a papou fruit in a tree? You slipped and fell on me, then all the fruit came down on, not you, but me. I had to go to the hospital because one particularly fat one gave me a concussion.”

I blushed. I’d tried to erase that incident from my mind.

“If you weren’t so damn irresistible…I’d despise you for all those times.”

I kissed him again, but it was softer this time. It was sweet, innocent, and sincere. His hands explored me, but in a way that didn’t frighten me, or make me feel dizzy with want and need. I timidly felt him over too, memorizing all the places I’d been too intimidated to touch before.

“I love you, too, Riku,” I admitted after we pulled away. “I always have, but I didn’t think…”

“I didn’t think so, either, but I’m tired of hiding it. Of resisting this…” and with that he kissed me again, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I squeaked, at first uncertain what to do. I’d kissed others before, sure, but it felt terribly wrong, so it never went further than simple lip-smacking. In any case, I copied him. I moved my tongue along his, let him slowly, sensuously taste my lips.

Carefully, his hands touched my chest again, pulling and tugging at my nipples experimentally. I moaned to let him know it was all right, that I didn’t mind. In fact, it felt downright good. His mouth soon replaced the touching, and I gasped as his wet tongue curled around the nubs. He bit down vigilantly, with acute awareness of what hurt and what felt good for me.

While his mouth worked at my chest, his restless hands moved down my stomach. His dexterous fingers worked quickly at the button and zipper of my jeans. He looked at my inquiringly, and I nodded. I bit my lip when he yanked my pants down, and flushed as he sniggered at my undergarments. They were the classic white boxers with a red heart pattern.

“They suit you,” Riku remarked, grinning ear-to-ear at his discovery.

“I swear to God, if you tell anyone…” I didn’t finish; his hand had found my private area, that had never been touched before except for by myself when I’d been, somewhat pathetically, fantasizing about that very moment.

“You’ll what?” Riku whispered, his eyes staring directly into mine. My face distorted into that of extreme pleasure. He pulled down my boxers, and they pulled at my feet. I thought, in the back of my mind, that it would be rather awkward to explain to my mother why they were covered in dirt. I’d have to do my own laundry…

“Riku!” I just about shouted when he touched my quivering penis.

“Am I going too far?” Riku immediately pulled his hand away, and stepped back.

“No…it was…surprising, in a good kind of way…” I bit my lip. Riku nodded slowly, and touched it again, and continued on as I resisted moaning too loudly. Riku noticed this, and must’ve figured out that I was paranoid about any, however unlikely, passersby who might overhear us. He ripped a piece of cloth from his shirt, and used it to tie around my mouth. Instinctively, I tried to fight back, but he held me down, tying it behind my head.

“Want me to tie some around your wrists and ankles, too, slave?” Riku whispered seductively. I shook my head in an adamant no, but he seemed to have forgotten his previous careful gentleness, and proceeded to do what I had declined to. He even added a blindfold, for kick. “I know it’s strange for your first time to be so kinky, but, don’t worry, I know how to make this even more enjoyable for you than for me.”

That statement worried me on a level I couldn’t quite grasp, but I didn’t question it. Then again I couldn’t question it, seeing that anything I said was muffled to incoherency with that damn cloth.

His hand rubbed my length up and down. My moans were compressed, but still echoed in the empty cavern. He continued at a gradually quickening pace, tightening slightly and then loosening around the base. Finally, when I could no longer handle it, my entire body clenched. There was a moment of deafening silence before I arched and groaned. At the time, it seemed like my whole being was coming out in a warm stream that hit my stomach and chest, slipping down my sides and quietly splashing to the cold granite beneath me.

Riku hardly took the time to allow me to recover from the pleasure. He turned me over on all fours, forcing me on my knees. I went down on both elbows, wincing at the discomfort of the hard ground. There was a moment where Riku seemed to disappear. I panicked, afraid that he had become bored with me, or something ridiculous of that nature. Instead, he returned with my clothes, and used them as cushions for my knees and elbows. They helped tremendously, though he told me that they might become loose after we were finished…

He stood in front of me, and undid the cloth from the back of my head. At first, I was thankful, but then a sense of foreboding washed over me. Was he…no, certainly not, but I knew he was going to do it, especially when he parted my lips with his fingers. A strange, somewhat rubbery object went into my mouth. I knew what it was, as I did have one myself, but I’d never really known what it tasted like. I hadn’t been curious enough to find out. It was salty, and not exactly a pleasant flavor, but I put up with it for Riku’s sake.

“Lick it,” he ordered. I complied. The more I tasted the head, the more I became used the tangy taste. It was like when I’d sucked on a Mexican lollipop. It was oddly spicy, and at first I thought it was nasty and couldn’t understand why anyone would consider the thing a treat, but the more I got used to it the more I began to like it.

Riku allowed me to get used to the thickness of his cock before plowing deeper into my throat. I gagged a little, tears swelling up in my eyes. He pulled out and soothed me with soft words and touches. Once he felt I was ready, though I didn’t exactly feel the same, he continued. He didn’t go very far, only about half way, because I judged he was at least some odd twelve or thirteen inches, which considerably dwarfed my six-and-a-half.

He didn’t cum whatsoever afterwards, even though my throat felt raw and my mouth ached from being stretched so far. I felt bad for that, like I was too amateurish to accommodate him. Of course, we both knew very well that I was, but neither of us would admit it outloud. Suddenly, the atmosphere diminished. I felt insecure of myself, and even more so when Riku untied my bounds. He stood on the opposed wall to me. His cock, to my surprise, was still hard as a rock.

“I’m sorry!” I blurted, unable to stop a tear from falling. Riku came to my side at lightning speed, and wiped away the trickle of salty wetness.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I pushed you too hard for your first time…” he said, wrapping his strong arms around me. His embrace was warm and comforting, I felt safe. “You probably wanted it romantic, didn’t you? Roses, silk blankets, candles…the whole works, and yet I take you to some dank cave and tie you up. Charming, aren’t I?”

I laughed, hysterically. His laughter followed, and it filled me with warmth. “No, no…really, I wanted it to be with you, I did. I don’t care how damn sappy that sounds, either.”

Riku smiled. “Let me treat you like a lover, then,” and with that he swept me into his arms, situated our clothing into a makeshift bed, and laid me tenderly down on my back. He hummed a love song, jokingly, and I smiled up at him. After lubricating himself with some convenient lotion, he hovered above me, lay a gentle kiss on my lips, and pushed himself into my virgin opening. I winced in pain, and he stopped, awaiting my permission. I nodded, and he continued on at a placid pace. It hurt for awhile, and I blocked it out, focusing on the comforting kisses he placed on my skin. And then the pain subsided, and the pleasure took its place.

As he noticed I was enjoying his movements, he went faster. I begged him to go harder, to faster. I wanted the release, needed it so badly. And then it happened, I peaked. I was blinded by the gratification, the sweet feeling of my body being coated by the hot liquid once again. Riku followed with me in this release. He came into me, grunting heavily into my ear, and rolled off of me before sinking into the ground, taking me with him. We sunk further and further together after having floated along somewhere that felt close to heaven, though we had sinned so greatly to achieve that place. We fell asleep together, in each other’s arms, naked and dirty and in love.

El Fin.