Accidental Infatuation

Accidental Infatuation
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Chapter Seventeen

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It’s too warm, that’s all that I can think about at the moment. Throwing the thin blanket off of my body, I can’t help but gasp at the chill of air that washes over me from the breeze created by the blanket. As soon as the cooler air meets my skin, I know that the heat that is building in me has absolutely nothing to do with the temperature of the air around me. So that leaves only one question. What am I going to do about it?

“Shit.” I whisper into the darkness of night, lightly gliding my fingers across my chest. My breath becomes shallow and ragged as fingers trail in small circles, concentrating on one particular area, alternating between that spot and its mirrored partner. In a shaky movement, I bring my other hand up so that I can have double the pleasure. My nipples are hard as pebbles and as my fingers twirl in circles around the nubs, and I can’t resist the temptation to run my blunt nails over the raised skin. I don’t try and suppress the moan I feel slipping from my lips, not caring the least bit if someone heard me.

But that little bit of contact is not nearly enough to quell the warmth inside me and I know where this must go. Well, no time like the present. Glad for the fact that I have two working arms, I am able to leave one teasing hand at my chest to pinch, scrape and twist at my nipples, gasping at every action. With my currently unoccupied hand, I briefly bring it up to my mouth to slide my index finger in to the warm wetness of my mouth, sucking shamelessly on the digit at a feverous pace. It’s all absolutely incredible as my imagination has morphed my finger into something thicker, something with a much saltier flavour. I trace back up along the side, eagerly swirling my tongue around the tip in a circular motion.

I moan out in pleasure into the darkness as my fingernails pinch tightly at one of my erect nipples, and the action causes my moist finger to drop out from between my parted lips. Wanting to make sure that I don’t allow that sucking to go to waste, I draw the finger lightly down my jaw line, barely allowing myself to even touch the skin in some places. Just the warmth that is radiating off of my finger is serving to turn me on even more. I honestly don’t think that I have ever been so turned on in my entire life. Continuing to trail my finger down along my throat, I gasp as I feel just how fast my heart is beating. I can feel it with just the lightest touch, and that in itself surprises me. However as interesting as that is, it is not where I want to be touched; and to be truthful, I don’t think that I can handle any more teasing.

In a move that took even more will power then I could have ever imagined, I lift my trekking hand off of my body, surprising myself as I let out a whimper at the loss of contact. Panting, I pause the movement of my other hand, letting it rest while perched over an erect nub, the heat still warming my entire chest. While stopped, by brain tries to take a movement to clear itself of the lust filled haze, but it is completely unsuccessful. I’m too far gone to even think of quitting. I need this and want this.

Taking the hand that had been just kind of lingering in the air, I move it down along my body, being careful to not make contact until it gets to where I want it to be. Gulping in mouthfuls of air, I can’t resist the tremors that begin to shudder through my entire being as my still moist finger gently begins to run up along the side of the erection that juts out from my body. As the digit traverses the length, I feel my eyes begin to slide shut, enhancing the sensations that occur down along my groin. The heavy breaths continue to fall from my lips as I tentatively add a second finger to the first which is still just running up and down the smooth sink, and despite my wishes, my hands prominently avoid touching the over sensitized head. Well, at least for now.

It doesn’t last for more than a few seconds for me to give in and allow the last two fingers to join the others, a gasp leaving my mouth as the four digits feel their way along my penis, touching it gently with purpose. And instinctively, my thumb wraps itself around the shaft, causing my fingers to do the same. I stop for just a moment to calm myself down, not wanting it to end so suddenly. It’s been so long since I last felt any of these sensations. At first, my fist is just loosely holding my cock, but with every sharp breath that I inhale, it begins to tighten. I whimper when the grip becomes tight, the pressure almost enough to send me over the edge. God, I need this so bad! Tentatively, and with only a slight shake to my movements, I move my fisted hand upwards along my arousal, once again just short of the reddened tip. Incredible. That’s the only way my muddled mind is able to describe the sensations through the clench of pleasure that is hazing my thoughts. And my mouth seems to want to vocalize those emotions by moaning out deeply as my hand falls back down along the hardened shaft.

Glorious friction! It’s absolutely amazing. More! More! I need more! With all my rampaging thoughts, my hand starts to set a pace and rhythm to its movements, rising and falling quickly, giving a little extra squeeze as it hits the base each and every time. But still, I refuse to let myself touch the swollen head, though, I’m not sure just how long I am going to be able to resist the temptation. As I continue to furiously pump at my erection, my other hand returns to its attack on my nipple. Timing it so that the movements match those that are on my cock, each time my hand is at the tip of my shaft, the hardened nub is pulled outwards from my heaving chest. That sends a slight jolt of pain through my body as I make sure to squeeze both my nipple and my penis tightly.

I gasp out loudly once more as I resist the urge to roll my hips up into my warm hand, knowing that that would just negate the efforts I have made to stave off my impending orgasm, no matter how much I want to have this end right now. I have to make this last. With an amazing show of will power that I didn’t realize I had in me, I release the nipple in my hold. Never slowing with my pumping, I reach my now unoccupied hand up to my mouth. Not making quite the ordeal that I had earlier, I roughly take two fingers into my mouth, making sure to coat them thoroughly with saliva.

When I am satisfied that they are wet enough, my digits slip from the warmth that had been encompassing them. Swiftly, my hand reaches down to join its partner, stopping just above my throbbing hardness. I tear my pumping hand away, despite the pleasure it is causing me, but I quickly replace it with the now slickened digits. I return to fisting my erection rapidly, this time allowing my thumb to reach up and graze over the reddened tip, my heavy breaths hitching at the contact. The amount of pleasure that just a simple touch can bring is astounding. I can hardly believe it. Falling quickly back into the rough rhythm I had set earlier, I am sure to incorporate my cock’s tip into my fingers movements. And each time that my thumb presses into the slit, I am rewarded with some clear precum that oozes out slowly, and though I am desperate for this to last, I know that I won’t.

Using my now free hand, I decide to make this as memorable as possible, and I trail it down a little farther, letting out more noises as my fingers come in contact with the rough skin of my balls. Cupping them in my warm hand, I squeeze them slightly, pulling away from my body a little, making sure to keep in time with my pumping. Now I have never been so aroused in my life.

Every little thing is sending little jolts of pleasure through my body, and I can’t get enough of these sensations. Each time my thumb runs over the head of my penis, to the little squeeze I’m giving myself, even the little spike of pain that I feel when I pinch the skin encasing my testicles. It’s all getting to be too much. Dammit. I had been hoping to make this all last a little bit longer. Oh well, its not like I will never get this horny again. In fact, I’m sure that I will have another night like this next week, if not sooner. After all, I am a healthy teenage boy.

Resolved to the fact that I am going to work myself to completion now, I pick up the pace of my pumping, squeezing my shaft just that much tighter in a way that makes me groan out through my panting. No, this is going to be coming to an end very shortly. I know it is. With a very tentative movement, my hips roll slightly upwards, adding just a touch more friction to my erection, and it is just about the last thing that I need to finish this off. My hips thrust upwards as my hand falls to the base of my cock and my balls are pressed up close to my body.

I feel that familiar tightening in the pit of my stomach, and my hands begin to move at an inhuman pace to release that sensation from its cage and to let my highly anticipated orgasm wash over me.

“Stop.” A voice commands me.

Startled, I do exactly what was asked of me, my feverous need to orgasm pushed back slightly with the interruption. My eyes fly open as I begin to frantically search around the darkened room for the source of the voice.

Looking down between my parted legs, I gasp at the sight of my boyfriend standing there with a large smirk on his face. How long has he been standing there watching me jerk of like a horny whore? Obviously long enough if the sight of his hard erection is any indication, especially with the glistening head.

“When?” I manage to blurt out my question in the simplest form possible. Wait, why is he naked?!

“About at the hand switch. Which was so fucking hot by the way.” His smirk only widens as he lets out a chuckle in that rich voice of his. I feel my cock twitch at the sound of his voice horse with arousal. Guess I’m not as calmed down as I thought I was.

The amount of things around me that are turning me on cause me to blush once more, but I am unable to tear my eyes away from his naked form, drinking in every line, every muscle of his body. After all, who knows the next time that I might get the chance to see this again? Then, a devious thought floods my mind.

“So, you think it’s hot, but you make me stop? What are you going to do help my little problem?” I question, starting my thrusting once more, though this time, it is at a much more leisurely pace, but still managing to bring me pleasure.

His eyes narrow with that silly grin of his, and before I know what is going on, he kneels on the bed and starts to crawl up between my legs. I can pretty much feel every movement that he is making against my skin. The heat that radiates off of him is incredible! As he lays down on top of me, our hardened shafts press firmly against one another, I let out a long moan, my hand trapped between our bodies, yet because everything feels so absolutely amazing, I don’t feel the need to move it right now.

“How is this? Is it helping?” his husky voice is now whispering in my ear, and it causes my body to shudder with pleasure. And judging by the hitch of his breath against my ear, he felt it too. Revenge is so sweet sometimes.

“Move! Please?” I beg of him, finally prying my hand out from between us, wrapping it, along with my previously free hand around his back, pulling him as close to me as possible. We both make noise, me a whimper and him a gasp, as our chests are pressed firmly against one another. I am not left waiting long at all as he starts to gently roll his hips down into mine. Even that tiny movement is enough to allow our erections to graze against one another. Holy shit. This feels so much better then my hand! Momentarily, I curse myself for bringing myself so close earlier, because with everything now, even with the short moment to calm my body down, I am not going to last long in any way, shape or form. With the feeling of his cock against mine, and how hard he is, I don’t think that he is going to last overly long either.

Moving one of my hands up from his back, I trail it upwards to tangle in his long hair. With a small tug that earns a grunt from my boyfriend, he lifts his head up, and I am given the opportunity to gaze upon his face. His cheeks are flushed; eyes glass over with lust and arousal, thin lips parted as he breathes rapidly and in time with the roll of our hips. Amazing. Spreading my fingers through the silky curtain of his hair, pressing my palm against the back of his head, I push forward, using the movement to lift own head up and crushing our lips together.

A loud groan erupts between us and I’m not sure which one of us it came from. Not that it matters. The kiss continues, and so do the thrusts between us. It’s so amazing, how aroused I am. I thought that I had hit my peak already, but with my boyfriend here with me, it has pushed me even deeper into the throws of pleasure. As he grinds down onto me, our lips part at nearly the same time, causing out teeth to clack against one another, adding another sound to the moans, grunts and whimpers filling the other wise silent room. That only lasts for moments before he pulls away.

“I’m almost there,” his voice is still airy and almost forced as I feel his pace pick up considerably.

“Me too,” I whisper, squeezing tightly at the hair in my hold. The tightening in my stomach has returned with a vengeance, and I know that this time I won’t be denied my release; and I need this.

“Fuck,” he moans out, before I echo his statement and everything goes black.


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I bolt upright, leaning heavily on my elbows as I try and support myself. My breath is heavy and I start looking around, trying to place exactly where I am.

“Sora?” The sound of my name causes my head to snap towards the source of the voice, unsurprised to see Riku sitting there, one sliver eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Is everything alright?”

Holy shit. He’s wearing clothes. So does that mean that that was all just a dream? A vivid one at that. “Just a dream,” I whisper, lying back down, my head resting back on Riku’s thighs as it was before I had awoken from my dream? Nightmare? Fantasy? I don’t know what to call it.

“I thought that you were having a nightmare or something,” Riku whispers, running a hand through my flat brown hair. I hadn’t been bothered to style it this morning. “You were moaning and whimpering in your sleep.”

I blush at Riku’s comment, unsure if I should tell him exactly what it was that I was dreaming about. After all, we have only been together a month. What would he think if he found out that I was having a very detailed sexual dream with me and him as the main stars, especially when I did so after falling asleep on his lap? “No. I just, ah, had a bad dream. Yeah. You know, because Roxy goes in tomorrow.” I stumble around with my words, surprising even myself when I come up with such a plausible excuse.

It still has surprised me that everything is so fast around here. It still seems like only yesterday that Roxas walked into Axel’s room after the pyro had that seizure, kissing him senseless, but that had been three weeks ago. Of course, now Roxy is back to his old antics, and the two of them often go missing, returning looking slightly dishevelled and just radiating an after sex glow. Axel’s knows not to hurt my twin. Not only have I threatened him numerous times, Cloud came up to visit us last week, and lets just say, well, now Axel isn’t quite as afraid of Sephiroth after meeting our brother. I guess Riku is just immune to evil brothers, because he barely even flinched when Cloud lectured him.

Aerith and Leon came up yesterday for a visit, and it is amazing how different she looks already, and she isn’t event three months along. I think its more things in her demeanour and mannerisms than her actual appearance. Even in fear of cursing everything, I am so happy right now, and it seems that things are going good. Now if only Roxy can make it through the surgery on his shoulder tomorrow alright, we will be fully on the road to recovery.

“Where did you go?” Riku’s soft voice interrupts my thoughts once more, and I turn to look up at his serene face, trying not to think of the vividness and clarity of my dream.

“Just thinking. Do you think that Roxy is going to be okay tomorrow?” I question, reaching my hand up and placing it next to my head on Riku’s thigh, giving it a slight squeeze.

I hear him let out a light chuckle before his book is placed next to me on the blanket. We have come to leaving a rolled up blanket attached to my chair so that these impromptu sessions of us lying in the gardens didn’t have to be done right on the ground. Today was just one of those times. Axel and Roxas had originally been out here with us, but they had disappeared a while ago. Three guesses to where they went and what they are doing. The first two don’t count.

“Roxas will be fine tomorrow. Don’t worry about it, Sora. Worrying only makes you constipated.” With that odd little comment, Riku leans down and softly presses his lips against mine. The kiss doesn’t last long as I break down into giggles.

“I can’t believe that you are kissing me after talking about constipation,” I laugh, fingering the long strands of silver that frame his gorgeous face.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” A voice breaks us out of our moment, and I groan lightly at the loss of our alone time with this intrusion of one annoying redhead.

Sighing at Axel’s entrance, Riku takes the bait. “What is amazing Axel?” my boyfriend asks in a bored tone, about as happy as I am that we have been interrupted.

“Sex with my boyfriend, of course.” I groan loudly at the statement, not really wanting to hear about that particular statement. “But also Riku’s ability to verbally mimic bowl movements. He just loves to talk about shit.”

“Axel.” Riku growls; turning a sightless glare towards the redhead as he takes a seat on the far corner of the blanket, next to my feet. Honestly, I think that if I could, I would kick him right now.

“Hmm?” Axel hums in amusement, completely unaffected by Riku’s death glare. Still don’t know how he manages that one.

“Go away,” he says, leaning forward again, brushing his nose against mine. I giggle at the contact, moving my head up a little so that I am able to kiss the tip of his nose.

“Hey! Three man rule! No making out and kissy faces allowed!” Axel cries, though both of us ignore him. When we first started bringing this blanket out, we had to deal too many times with Axel and Roxy making out while we were sitting right there that we created the three man rule. Whenever there are three or more people sitting, or in my case, lying on the blanket, it is a no PDA zone. Believe me when I say that Riku and I have the rule called into effect on us just as much as Roxy and Axel do.

“Hence why I told you to go away,” Riku smirks as I feel his lips go and place themselves against my forehead.

“Axel!” the unmistakable cry of my twin fills the air around us, and I can’t help but giggle as Riku lets out a sigh. Now that Roxy is coming over here, we have no chance what-so-ever of getting our moment alone back. Riku sits back up and picks his discarded book up, and with an amazing skill, opens it back up to the exact page he closed it on, and there is no bookmark in it. I know, little things amaze me.

Sparing a look over at Axel, I notice the smirk that is on his face, and all I can think is ‘what on earth has he done?’ It doesn’t take more than two minutes for my twin to come storming up to the small clearing that we are all seated in. It’s no surprise that we have dubbed this our spot after that time weeks ago that Roxy had stolen me away after my first real kiss and we had ended up here. Tearing my eyes away from the still smirking redhead, I chance a glance up at my brother, unsurprised to see his cheeks flushed with fury and his cobalt eyes alight with anger. Man, he is seriously pissed. I think that Axel is about to get proof that Roxy is undoubtedly Cloud’s little brother through and through.

“You stupid rat bastard of an ass fucker! I’m not sure if I want to kill you, castrate you, or just dump you!” Roxy screams as he makes his way over to the blanket. He doesn’t sit down yet, he’s just standing there glaring down at his boyfriend, who is still just sitting there, an amused light shining in his bright green eyes as he just stares up at my brother.

“Roxy?” I whisper, unsure of when the last time that I saw him this upset was. Nothing comes to mind. I’m not sure if I want to know…my twin turns a little towards me for just a brief moment, throwing an empty condom wrapper at me. This is something that he has just started doing. As if he is proving to me that he is keeping his promise to use a condom every time, he brings me the package each time. I’m not sure if I should be proud of him, or thoroughly disgusted.

“What on earth did you do, Axel?” Even Riku is curious as to what the pyro did to incur such wrath from my twin.

“‘Louder Roxy! Louder! No one will hear you outside!’ Bull fucking shit!” Roxas growls, trying to imitate Axel’s voice, but obviously mocking it.

“Hey, how was I to know that Marluxia was right on the other side of that hedge, and that he would come to investigate?” And true to pure Axel fashion, that smug grin is still on his face.

“He stood there and watched! For seven minutes!” cried my twin. I wince at that, and now I’m not sure who I feel worse for. Roxy, because it obviously bothered him, or Axel, because even I’m not sure what Roxy might be capable of when he is this mad. “And you knew he was there the whole time!”

“So, he’s a perv? That is my fault how?” Man, Axel is just digging himself deeper and deeper into that hole. “Besides, you seemed to enjoy being watched.”

“Because you let him watch! That’s how it’s your fault! I should cut you off for a month!” with a huff of air, Roxas plops down on the blanket, stretching out next to me, a pout on his face as he lays his own head on Riku’s knees, making sure that Axel is on the other side of me.

“What am I? A twin pillow?” Riku asks rhetorically before going back to reading his book. I think that it is so cool to see him running his fingers over those raised little bumps and have them mean actual words. I giggle, turning to face my brother. As soon as I do, Roxy slings his good arm over my chest, pulling us closer.

“Roxy, don’t you think that Axel is too cute to give up?” I whisper, feeling deep down that Roxy has already forgiven Axel, but wants to make the redhead grovel and squirm a while longer. I don’t blame him. “And you keep telling me that he gives the best head ever.” Riku chokes a little as I say that, earning laughter from both Roxy and I. I look at my twin, and there is a flash in his eyes that I don’t like.

“Not according to your dreams, Sor. You seem to think that Riku gives good head too. In fact, didn’t you just have one of those dreams right now?” I blush intently at my brother’s comment, and hearing Axel barking with laughter doesn’t help matters. I quickly turn my head away from my brother, only to end up face to face with Riku’s cloth covered crotch. Oh shit. Riku coughs, slightly embarrassed I’m sure. I mean, here I was, asleep and dreaming about naughty things while my head was on his lap. Well, I am a guy with a really hot boyfriend, and I’m a teenager, so maybe that can be my excuse.

As of right now though, I suppose I have two options of what to say. Might as well go for the truth. “As I recall, Roxy, I believe that Riku didn’t give me head in this last one; we just dry humped.” My comment earns laughter from all four of us and all I can do is silently pray that nothing happens tomorrow to change this.

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Alrighty. There is no excuse for the lateness of this chapter. I was so caught up in trying to finish The Passionate Beat, and a few oneshots that I neglected this one. And for that, I feel awful. And even worse, my wonderful beta/favourite person in the world has been feeling very under the weather and I was spending a lot of time worry about her. But now she is feeling so much better and that in turn makes me feel better. I love you Pahoyhoy!

I hope that everyone enjoyed the ‘dream’ sequence in this chapter, hehe. It was about time for Sora to have another dream like that about Riku. And we will all cross our fingers that Roxy’s surgery goes well for both of them!

Thanks again so soo soooo much for everyone for putting up with my completely unreliable update schedule. My goal is to have another 3 chapters (so up to chapter 20) posted by the end of the year, and all I can do is hope that I am able to keep that goal. And a huge thank you to everyone who reviews/comments/favs and all that wonderful stuff. It really does make me feel good about this story. Until next time (which I am truly hoping is much sooner than this update!)