Partners

Partners
Viva La Viveca

Disclaimer : I disclaim disclaimy things… again…

Chapter VI ½:: Lust

“Come to my apartment with me,” Lucia said, startling me out of my thoughts as I threw my paper plate in the garbage. Musica and I were to lazy to bother buying dishes; as much as we ate and as often as we did, it was too much work to attempt to wash them, especially considering we were rarely home long enough to do dishes. We had a few coffee cups, glasses and mismatched silverware that our friends and family had donated to us out of pity.

I looked at him. “That's… sudden…” I noted out of lack of anything better to say. It was sudden, but I was curious about where he lived.

“Well… I just thought it'd be a good idea for you to know where I live…” I could hear the suggestive tone in his voice. I chuckled, rolling my eyes at him. I quite agreed, though mostly for different purposes.

“Of course you do… I guess I could come with you… No pun intended…” I gave his a goofy grin as I sat down in the chair across from him. “I don’t actually have anything else to really do until this evening…”

“Oh, so you were trying to get out of spending more time with me, earlier?” Lucia quirked an eyebrow at me, though I could tell he wasn’t angry or anything like that.

I shook my head. “No, I was trying to get out of spending a whole day in bed with you… Like I said earlier, I can only take so much,” I smirked at him; the look on his face told me that he remembered the one-sided conversation very well. I would forever keep the picture of his face when I explained to him that I wasn’t able to have sex every five minutes for the rest of my life with him in my heart and mind forever. I also stored it away in case I ever needed blackmail.

“Yeah, yeah… no need to repeat yourself or anything,” he grumbled, though I hadn’t intended to anyways.

“As long as you keep that in mind we should be able to have a good relationship!” I said, stretching. I sighed, voicing the question I had had since last night: “Do you think we’re moving into this too quickly? I mean, until this week we sorta… hated each other…. Now all the sudden we’re having sex and talking about limitations and stuff. Doesn’t it feel like a little too much, a little to quickly?”

Lucia stared at me for a moment. “I guess to some, it would definitely be too quick, but to me.. No…” I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off by reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. “I’ve been wanting this since freshman year of high school, Haru… I’m not good at all the dating and buying flower or writing love letters or anything like that… but if you feel we’re rushing into it, we can take it down a notch or two.”

I smiled at the softness in his eyes. “I was just curious. I don’t need flowers or love letters, and personally ‘dates’ take too much time and money… Though I won’t complain about just sitting and watching movies and eating pizza together occasionally.”

He nodded. “I guess we should still try to lower the level of sex we have, huh?” he gave me a cheeky grin. I could read the look in his eyes, almost begging me to disagree with him. But like hell I was going to do that…

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain if we did…” I replied with a smile. “As fun as it is to have large hard things shoved in and out of my ass.”

“Oh, you enjoyed it!!” Lucia scoffed, standing up. “I guess it was too much though, wasn’t it? Five times in a row and then once in the shower… And you’re so new to this…”

“Oh like you’re so much more experienced in this than I am…” I grumbled. He stuck out his tongue.

“Let’s go, instead of wasting the whole day here…” he said, walking into the living room and putting on his shoes. I sighed, grabbing a can of Coke and following him. He was quiet on the way down the stairs, but as soon as we were in the car he had returned to his talkative self, the side I only seemed to really see.

“You know, that stuff is bad for you,” he pointed to the can of soda in my hand

“Probably, but what are the chances that I care?” I replied, taking a big gulp of the sugary liquid. “Personally, everything else I do is generally healthy…. I think I’m allowed this one unhealthy thing; it’s not going to kill me.”

Lucia shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. “If it floats your boat… So what are you going to college for? What’s your major?” he asked, seeming genuinely curious. “Honestly I thought you would be the type that would end up not going to college at all.”

The sudden topic change threw me for a loop, so much so that I really didn’t catch the teasing insult at the end. “Um… Creative Writing with a minor in Psychology….”

“Odd combination… Why psychology? I doesn’t seem to fit with Creative Writing, at least from my perspective…” he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

“It does if you’re writing fictional stories. It helps to understand why a character might kill a sibling or why he might want to spend his life as a hermit… I dunno, it just seems logical to me, even though I specialize in poetry… besides I’ve always been curious about the inner workings of the mind, and I need a couple extra courses to be considered a full time student,” I rambled off.

Lucia was staring at me, barely paying attention to the fact the red light he had stopped for had just turned green. A car behind him honked and he stepped on the gas, lurching forward.

“What the hell was that about?! Pay attention to the road, not me!” I cried, my poor heart beating rapidly from the sudden take off. Great, so he was a pervert, a little crazy AND didn’t know how to pay attention to the road when he was driving.

“Sorry, you just sounded so passionate about it… I’ve never heard you talk like that before,” he smiled, staring at the road.

“I love writing, it’s always been an escape for me,” I replied, acting like it was no big deal. As happy as I was to be able to mesmerize him, I wanted to live long enough to actually make it to his apartment. “What are you in college for?”

“Pre-med… I’m not sure in which field yet, but I want to be a doctor. Something about being able to save lives… Makes me feel like I can atone for my father’s sins, besides I have the brain capacity for it. Might as well make myself useful to the world.”

I blinked, staring at him. I had a hard time imagining him as any type of doctor, though it was true that he was smart enough for it. I was so busy psycho analyzing him, I didn’t realize we had parked until he opened his door and got out. I hurried to follow him, as to not look like I was stupid or love struck. As it was I was starting to feel like I was both.

He watched me scramble out of the car. “AH!!” I flailed as I tripped over the curb. I felt strong hands grab my upper arms and help me steady myself. I grinned sheepishly at him. “Heh… Thanks… I’m a klutz sometimes…”

“Oh, like the time in football you-”

“Let us avoid the subject of that fiasco, please?” I pleaded. He laughed and nodded, though I felt like it was going to be a weapon against me later on in our relationship. He seemed like the type to hold these things as blackmail, even against his boyfriend.

“Fine, fine,” he agreed, leading me up to his apartment. It was on the second floor, and was VERY nice, something a guy who had been living on his own since high school shouldn’t be able to afford, especially if he only works at a restaurant. Unlike me he actually locked his apartment door, so I got a couple of moments to be able to study the hallway as he unlocked the door. Everything was simple but elegant.

My eyes widened as I entered the apartment. Everything was so clean and white. The walls of the spacious front room were empty, And the furniture was sparse. It was so roomy though. The carpet was tan and very soft-looking and the sofa and big reclining chair matched, unlike the furniture we kept at our apartment, which was ugly and multi-colored. The large flat-screen T.V. was attached to the far wall and a glass-top coffee table seemed to be the center piece of the sitting area. It was simple yet lovely.

“So yeah… This is my apartment…” he said nervously, waiting for my judgment and trying to follow my gaze.

“Apartment?! You call this an apartment?! It’s more like a condo on steroids!” I exclaimed taking a sip of my soda.

“What about a condom and steroids?” Lucia said absent-mindedly. I choked in surprise, spewing Coke all over my shirt and the floor. Lucia looked at me and then the brown spots on his floor.

“There’s Coke on my carpet…” he looked a little annoyed.

“Don’t say random things like that!!!” I shouted.

“Well don’t say stuff about condoms!” he glared at me and then the brown spots on the floor.

I sighed. “We should probably clean that up, huh?” I tried to lighten the mood a little. He shook his head, kissing my nose.

“It’s not a big deal, really,” he grinned. “But yeah, we should clean it up…”

He walked into what I assumed was the kitchen and came back with a damp wash cloth. I took it from him, handing him my can. “It’s my mess, I’ll clean it up,” I told him. I got on my knees and wiped the stain the way my sister had taught me years ago. I felt, more than saw, him circle around me and shut the front door.

“Do you realize how tempting you look kneeling on the floor like that?” he asked, his voice full of lust.

“I can tell by your voice,” I looked up at him as he kneeled in front of me, pulling me into a searing kiss.

Screw limitations; you want him too much, a voice in my head told me. I agreed with it 100%. I sat up, crawling part way into his lap and deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, guiding me closer until I was straddling his lap.

“Mmm…” I couldn’t help but grind against him. It occurred to me that we were right in front of the door and that if anyone passed by they would be able to hear us. I broke the kiss for a moment, leaning my forehead against his. “Don’t you think we ought to move away from the door?”

Lucia nodded and we resumed in a spot closer to the center of the room. It didn’t cross my mind to suggest moving to a bedroom and I was too turned on to bother moving.

I lay on top of him, hands roaming on each other’s bodies. I liked being on top. It gave me the feeling that I was in control, though my actions were shier than his were. He flung my shirt over by the couch and his next to it, trying to break our kiss as little as possible. I rubbed against him as we stumbled to undo each other’s pants. “Haru… you’re making this extremely hard…” he chuckled when he noticed his own pun. I laughed, sitting up and sliding my pants down to my knees.

His hands seemed to be drawn to the bulge constrained by my blue boxers, and I groaned as he fondled me. I leaned down and kissed him while he took the opportunity to rid me of my boxers and jeans. The air felt cold on my hardened member, but his hands were so warm.

“No fair! You have more clothes on than me!” I whined, nuzzling his shoulder. He let go of me and I moved down to alleviate the problem. I gazed at his stiff cock and then kissed the tip of it. I watched his eyes glaze over with pleasure as I took the tip in my mouth, running my tongue around it.

His hand grabbed a section of my hair and pulled lightly, signaling me to go on. I took as much as I could fit into my mouth without gagging, which was only about half due to my overactive gag reflex. “Ah…” Lucia felt like he was using all his self-control to not buck upwards.

I continued to suck on him until he tugged my hair, a little more roughly than before. I crawled up to kiss his lips passionately. “Can I…” I blushed, too embarrassed to finish my question.

He looked at me quizzically. “What? Can you what?” I blushed hared as he prodded my side with his finger, his eyes full of lust.

“Nothing… It’s not important…” I mumbled, burying my face in his shoulder.

“You want to… be on top?” he whispered in my ear. Our breath hitched in excitement at the same time, just at the mere thought of it. I looked at him and nodded. He looked excited yet extremely unsure at the same time.

“You don’t have to say yes… I just-”

“Do it,” I could hear the longing in his voice, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. The look in his eyes was enough to make me listen.

“Um… we don’t have any-”

“I’ll be fine…” he said, the confidence I has gotten used to seeing in his eyes flared and I gained a little confidence in myself as well.

I was nervous as I positioned myself at his entrance, his eyes following my every movement. He seemed a bit amused by my blush as I slid into him. He closed his eyes, his mouth slightly open as I let out a soft moan as his warmth engulfed me. I rested my head on his chest, trying to get used to this new sensations, as well as let him get used to me.

I looked up at him when her rested his hand on my hip. “Go on… please…” he said softly. It was weird having him in this submissive position, and it kind of turned me on. I started at a slow pace, though I’d never admit it was more for my sake than his. He was tight and hot, his muscles lightly clenching my cock. Lucia caressed my hip gently, urging me on. “Faster.”

I groaned, complying without question. I wrapped one hand around his cock and pumped it in time with my thrusts, like he did to me many times the night before. The blond below me let out a low moan, his nails digging in my hip and my side. His moan caused me to moan louder and unconsciously increase my pace. I grabbed his hips, pounding into him as I felt myself ready to climax.

“Ahh!” Lucia gave a long, drawn-out moan and I was hyper-aware of the hot, sticky cum that covered out stomachs. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his muscles tightened around me. I buried myself as deep as I could inside of him as I came.

After a few minutes of trying to catch our breath, not that that was easy to do between the kissing and the nuzzling we were doing, I pulled out of him fully, burying my face in his sweat-covered chest. “Wow… no wonder you like doing this to me so much…” I murmured, still attempting to get my wind back. It didn’t bother me that he didn’t reply… at least not right away…

After a few more minutes I looked up at him, intending to ask how it was, if I was good enough. He was laying there with his eyes closed, a look of bliss on his face, though I thought he was asleep. I crawling up and kissed him. “Sorry if I wasn’t that good… it was the first time I’ve ever done something like that… I didn’t hurt you did I?” I looked at him, my mind going into overdrive.

He chuckled, opening one eye in amusement. “No, silly… You were fine… No, you were absolutely amazing… It’s just been awhile since I was the one on the bottom…” he said, touching my cheek gently. I smiled at him happily, snuggling close to him. He buried his face in my head. “So much for cleaning up the floor…”

“Yeah, I guess we made a bigger mess, huh?” I grinned. “It seems it was pointless to take a shower as well?”

Lucia gave me a dirty grin that I quite enjoyed. “Well, we can always take another shower if you want? My shower just happens to be a bit bigger than yours too!”

I rolled my eyes, though I knew I needed a shower before I went anywhere else. “So much for the ‘limitations’ rule…”