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" Some Kind of Fun"Written By: Presser Pairings : 5x3 Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Just for the sex. Not graphically described,
but strong anyway Feedback : Yes, please!
"Some Kind of Fun"
The first thing that hit me when I walked in the door was the slap bass. Man, it was so heavy the backs of my thighs were vibrating. I ran my hands down the tight leather pants I had put on, then smoothed the front of the deep green silk shirt that was mostly unbuttoned. The pulsing lights, the smoke, the loud chatter that was barely hearable when you walked by a table -- this was what made /Rapture/ home to me. I winked at the barkeep as I passed by, throwing a hand wave to a couple of other regulars as I walked to the back of the joint. /Rapture/ was hoppin', just like every Saturday night. I would know, 'cause I was there every Saturday night. But this one was different, because that was the Saturday that /he/ walked in. Not tall, no, but not short. Not slim, either, but not chunky. Definitely not chunky. How do you say "built" without implying god-awful musculature that would make King Kong proud? God, I /hate/ those guys who look like they're bein' squeezed from a tube. But /he/ wasn't like that. He was just...just right. Coal black hair, with eyes to match. The hair was pulled tight, straight back, a tail that came to the nape of his neck. God, I wanted to know what it looked like down from the moment I saw him. The eyes were -- hell, I don't know /what/ to say. Like fire. Like passion. Imagine a predator, cool, calculating, but hungry, hungry. All that was in his eyes when they touched me. Hell, I flinched when he looked my way, I promise. It's rare for me to freeze, but I did. Dropped my jaw and stared like a schoolgirl seeing her first cock. He smiled, and licked his lips, and laughed, his head going back. The instant he turned, I was out of my seat and pushing people right and left. He had been at the bar, and I was at the back, so there were several feet to travel to get to him. Gone. Where? I looked around frantically, twisting my head back and forth. Not on the dance floor. Had he left? Had I imagined -- "Hi." I turned and fell into those eyes. He half-lidded them and smiled so slowly. It made my balls tingle. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. His smile grew, and he put his hand to my groin. I gasped. "Cat got your tongue? Or can /I/ have it now?" He leaned up to me -- I'm a couple inches taller -- and licked my upper lip. I could feel the precum working its way up my channel. "I, uh..." "Yeah. I know." That's all he said. And I was his. He could have asked me to strip naked and fuck myself with a bar stool and I would have done it without hesitation. What he /did/ do was take my hand and walk me out the front door. When we got to his car -- a sleek jag, jet black -- he pushed me against the side of it and ran his fingers across my forehead, pushing my long brown hair out of my face. "Just wanted to make sure both eyes were that green." "What green?" I said, marveling at my intelligence. "Well, I've never seen eyes that color before. But I like it." He paused, and his hand trailed down my lips, my neck, and into my shirt. He pushed it aside and touched a nipple. "I like everything I see." "God, I --" was the only thing I could muster. "Get in. My place's not far." I got in. Ten minutes later I was on his bed, on my back, without a stitch of clothing on. He was on top of me, his sweet cock up my ass, a sheen on his golden skin as he fucked me. I like it rough, and he was willing to oblige. But when he came, the look on his face as he screwed up his eyes and his mouth fell open -- God, I don't think I've ever seen anything as beautiful. He fell on top of me and let out a loud sigh. "You're fuckin' incredible, you know that?"
I lay there under him as he spoke, frustrated yet not. I hadn't come,
so I was needy, really needy. But the pleasure of being taken by such
a beautiful man -- well, I was sort of drunk on the taste of the idea.
It'd be sweet, wouldn't it, if I could tell you he took my cock in
his hand and brought me off, or that "I'll be in the other bedroom, cleaning up. You're welcome to use the bath here if you want." He walked out of the room. I pushed up on my elbows and watched him leave, my mouth open in astonishment. I gathered my clothes and dressed quickly, then walked out of the room, through the living area, and into the other room. He was in the bath that attached to that bedroom, leaning over the sink and looking at his face in the mirror, examining the skin under his eyes. Still buck naked. Still looking like a god. I cleared my throat. "Yes?" He turned. He seemed surprised that I was still there. "I, uh...I thought that..." He wasn't helping. I ran out of words. He waited for a moment, then leaned on the doorframe. "Did you want something else?" My anger flashed quickly, very hot. "What the hell just happened here?" I was yelling from the first word. "Um, we had sex?" He was smiling. "I /know/ that! But...but...I mean..." "Look. I had fun. I hope /you/ did. But if you didn't, then..." He left the sentence unfinished and looked toward the door behind me. I was blown away by his attitude. "You can't just do that!" "Do what?" "This! This!" I had nothing to point to, so I put both hands out to my sides and shook them for emphasis. "I think we just /did/." "/You/ did. All I did was lie there like a fuck toy!" "Oh, you're better than a fuck toy. Way better." He stepped halfway out of the bath and leaned on the doorframe, one shoulder higher than the other, one foot crossed over the other. "Look," I said, angrier than I'd been in a long time, "I'm not in the habit of --" "Of what? Being used? Like you use others? Don't like the shoe being on the other foot for once?" "What the hell do you know about --" "Oh, I know a /lot/ about you. I've been studying you for months. I've wanted you for a good, long time." Not for the first -- or last -- time that night my mouth flew open with no words to accompany it. I finally found words, and spoke them harshly, loudly. "What the fuck! I don't need this!! I'm not some --" He crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed me by the arms. I was so surprised that I simply went wide-eyed. He kissed me. I shoved him back, hard. He fell back gracefully, as though he knew just what I'd do. That burned me more than anything else he did that night. The smile on his face was indescribable. There wasn't any sarcasm on his face, no pity, no pride at what he'd done. It was as if he knew that I'd know what he was doing, and was waiting for me to catch on. "Come here." He held out one hand. I stared at it, then looked at him. Those eyes again. They were -- there's no word for what I saw in his eyes. Something that made me want to trust him, in spite of everything that had happened to that point. He walked to me and took my hand in his. The incredible thing is that I let him. He led me to the bed and sat me down. He stood before me, naked. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. He spoke with a very soft voice, but it was his eyes that got me then. They said things in between the words that made the words make sense. "I like to have fun." /And I thought you could handle this./ "I usually don't take things this far," /and I hope I haven't lost you because of it/ "but if you'll give me another chance," /please, trust me just once more/ "I think I can make it up to you." I was spinning by then, completely lost. He knew it, and took advantage of it. He leaned in, very gently, and slow-kissed me. I froze, my mind numb with the mental whiplash I'd been through. He just kept kissing me, and kissing me, until I finally started kissing back. * * * I woke up to find him resting his head on my chest again, but this time it was different. We had made love. That's right. Not sex, not fucking, but love. He made love to me. He didn't use me, he -- cherished me. It's the only word I know that even comes close to what he did. And I knew then that I wanted him. Not like I had wanted him before, but really wanted, needed him. Needed him in my life. How the hell did this happen? I don't have a fucking clue. It was two years ago now, and we've been with each other since. Exclusive, and we're both happy with that. Every time I ask him why he did that, why he thought that was the best way to get a relationship with me, he just smiles shyly and says, "I like to have fun." Damn. That's some kind of fun, ain't it? Owari |
