Author: Hannahble PM
How many things can you love about someone? Sora and Riku like to think that there are infinite things to love about each other. Even when they are silly things, big things, serious things, or flat out dumb things. Each of them is a quality that makes up their personality. To name a few... A series of oneshots. Soriku/Akuroku and othersRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Riku & Sora - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,945 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 08-18-12 - Published: 06-29-12 - id: 8270394
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"I can't hold it much longer… FU-"
"Found it!" Sora exclaims, holding up the car jack.
"Well, it's about TIME!" Riku aggressively replies. He'd been holding up the car for a good solid minute, so his arms were just about ready to collapse and turn into noodles. But the job hadn't even gotten started, so that isn't an option.
Sora hands the disgruntled silverette the red car jack and watches sheepishly as he slides it into place and cranks the car up. Riku slides out from under the car, presumably to get a drink of water.
His grey pants and white shirt are marred with black car fluid (Sora doesn't know enough about cars to identify if it's oil or tar or something else entirely) and heavy with sweat. His hair is held up in a haphazard pony tail, but Sora can clearly see the knots already making themselves at home. His forehead is lined with baby beads of sweat. The car, reflecting Riku's appearance like a twin, is a disaster if Sora had ever seen one, just a pile of scrap metal with a hardly working engine. But, Riku was itching for a project. So when they found it the other day, they hauled the useless thing out back to their neighborhood and put it in the silverette's garage.
See the thing about Riku is, he gets obsessed with projects. This mentality is what earns him fantastic grades in school. Every new subject the curriculum presents him, he becomes enraptured with the need to learn. His dad on the other hand, only cares about cars… as a result, Riku knows everything a car could possibly have, what works and what doesn't, and he actually finds it fun to put it all together.
"Sorry," Sora says, slightly sarcastic, "When you said car jack, I was looking for a court jester with a NASCAR logo."
"Haha, very funny. You try lifting up that car and tell that joke again," Riku replies, chugging the last half of his cup. "I knew you would be damn useless."
"Not everyone can be a genius like you," Sora scowls, "and anyway, this is your project!"
The brunet has a point but... "You're as every bit smart as I am, you just don't have the attention span."
"Pfft. Save the flattery when you need another tool. You know I only scrape by English because of your sparknotes on steroids."
Riku shrugs, and Sora watches the way the man's shirt drags across the silverette's chest, visualizing a shirtless version in his mind's eye. Delicious. But soon enough, the silver-head disappears under the uplifted car again, and all there is left is his baggy-sweatpants-covered legs and hips. Sora frowns.
"You know…" Sora starts, getting an idea, "It's really hard to check you out when half of you is under a car and the other half is in pants that should have been burned ten years ago."
Ting. THUNK. "Ow!" Sora snickers; he knows Riku must have dropped his tool and tried to sit up, slamming his head against a miscellaneous car part above him.
Exasperatedly, Riku exclaims, "Wh-what the hell?" Even after two months of being Facebook official (okay, so Kairi hacked into their accounts and did it for them, but still) and even more months hiding it from the public, Riku is still shocked whenever Sora makes a move.
"Oh, whoops, sorry I thought you might want some of this…" Sora hints teasingly, "But I guess not. My bad. I guess I'll just-"
Sora backs away slowly, letting his footsteps resound grittily and heavily on the concrete. Riku growls, knowing exactly what Sora is doing (tempting and taunting a fully charged, testosterone-filled 17 year old!), but unable to let Sora leave either. He lost this game before it began.
With one swift movement, Riku swings out from under the car and stands straight. His turquoise eyes glinting and narrowed in frustration (and lust and mischief), Riku stalks over to the brunet, who is currently unsure whether to run away to continue the game or to just stand there cockily and smirk. But the silverette gives him absolutely no time to decide, and before Sora can even exhale, Riku is only a centimeter from his lips.
"You know, I'm pretty sure we decided it was my turn to tease you," he explains breathlessly. Sora opens his mouth to respond, inhaling quickly but that's just the invitation Riku was looking for. He presses his lips to Sora's, resisting the urge to groan at just how fucking fantastic his kisses always are. The blushing brunet doesn't have to think before he's kissing back, one hand gripping his shirt to pull the silverette closer and the other working at his pony tail rather harshly. Riku takes no notice.
All they can feel is the adrenaline and the fire from each other's touch. The feeling that time is flying away, like a car going 110 mph on the highway, but they can't stop wanting more, can't stop feeling and listening. Riku's hand slides up Sora's shirt and his muscles tense from his warm hands.
"You're cold…" A low, seductive tone.
"Warm me up, Ri." Breathy passion.
Riku pushes him into the garage counters, knocking a couple of tools off. More go sliding as Sora is lifted and slides onto it. He wraps his legs around Riku, forcing him to knock into Sora hips with his own. Sora lets out a stifled moan into Riku's mouth. If they hadn't been kissing Riku would have hissed. How can they get so turned on so damn fast? They hadn't gotten farther than this in the past, having no desire to rush things but today-
The garage door into the house opens. "Hey guys I wanted to make sure you're okay, I heard a bunch of tools falling and I wondered-"
The two boys pull away quickly, wide-eyed and clumsy. Miscellaneous tools scrape across the ground as Riku turns and leans on the counter, to have something solid to hold onto and to look maybe a little more innocent. Unfortunately both fail because the room can't stay still in Riku's eyes, and the silverette's pre-sex hair screams it all.
And it's a little too late to hide from Riku's father; the middle-aged man gapes at them, eye twitching. Sora ruffles his own hair bashfully and an awkward silence settles on them.
It's not that Riku's father doesn't know about them. It's just awkward to catch anyone- especially your own kid- sucking face with another person. Especially another person of the same sex. Riku's father scratches the back of his neck, brushing the short silver hair. He clears his throat, turns, and yells, "Hunny? They're being weird again. S.O.S.!" One arm moves to close the door behind him while the other gestures wildly in the air. Obviously, while Riku may look like his father, he does not take after his father.
Riku's mom calls back, "What did you expect? They've been working on that car for hours and-" The door closes and it's just them two again, with only muffled conversation going through the house.
After a moment of respectful silence, Sora bursts into uncontrollable laughter.
"What is so funny?"
"I dun- ahhaa… I just- what just- haha!"
Riku groans and covers his face with his hands, "I'm never going to live this down…" This only makes Sora laugh harder, but he manages to say, "You should have seen your face!"
"I was terrified!"
"Awww, big bad Riku scared of his parents?" That got him a rough punch in the arm.
"Ouch! What happened to teasing me?"
"The impulse died when you became an asshole." Riku retorts, chuckling a little bit as Sora rubs his arm. The brunet continues to pout. There's my little cherub, Riku thinks, being much more acquainted with the bouncy, vocal, innocent Sora than the devious, seductive one. Riku returns to his best-friend-gone-lover, placing himself between Sora's legs again. But the lust left quite suddenly only five minutes earlier.
Riku places a soft kiss on Sora's nose, a loving gesture and an apology. Sora looks up. Riku kisses his forehead, then his left cheek, and then right. Sora giggles, "That tickles. You need to shave."
Nothing is weirder than seeing a silver five-o'clock shadow on Riku. His dad can pull it off, but it makes Riku look like an old motorcycle pothead.
"Mm. So, do you want to 'help' me with the car, or do you want me to shower, shave, and then pick up where we left off?"
Sora contemplates for a moment while Riku makes it plain what he wants to do by trailing soft, feather light kisses down Sora's neck.
"I have a better idea," he says fondly, "You go shower, shave, and then we'll cuddle and play video games. If you help me beat that boss on Kingdom Hearts, then we can pick up where we left off."