For Tia, who asked for, and I quote, "super innocent yet squicky, Sora discovering how nice it
feels to touch his boy parts :P" Well, this is what you get! 2639 words.
WARNING: If the idea of a
preteen and sexual themes squicks you, don't read. The title refers to
Sora's age.
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Sora had almost wanted to break off tonight's sleepover.
But when he told Riku he didn't feel well and kind of wanted to stay home, Riku's pretty face fell with disappointment. Sora changed his mind immediately. Yes, he would stick it out for the night. He'd make his best friend happy.
To be safe, though, Sora asked for the guest bedroom. His excuse? That fake illness of his. If he pretended to be sick, he could have the guest bedroom without problems, because otherwise, Riku would be sad. After all, Riku and Sora usually slept comfortably in the same room. Riku had a big bed, so Sora used to be able to cuddle up close to the other boy at night. Then, when he had turned ten, he had started to elbow Riku in his sleep on accident, and even though Riku said he hadn't minded, Sora had begun sleeping on the floor after that.
But today, Sora, fresh of twelve and three-quarters years, was scared to even share a room with Riku at night. It wasn't that Riku ever did anything horrible like sleepwalk and step on him. No, this problem was Sora's fault completely (but he did blame Riku for starting it). And what had Riku started that made Sora now dread sharing his room?
Well, earlier in the day, Riku had invited Sora over to swim. Which was normal. Riku's family owned a ginormous swimming pool that Sora was in love with, and, as always, he had readily agreed to go swimming. Jellyfish and man-o-wars infested the beach this time of year, so a clean pool was a gajillion times better than getting stung or stepping on something slimy and rubbery.
Their day together had started off normal, too, except this time when Sora happened to just glance up as Riku climbed out of the water, he'd felt he had woken up from a life-long nap and had finally opened his true eyes. His best friend looked... different—like everything about him was suddenly more than just cool, but also really pleasing to the eye, and pleasing enough for Sora to stare as if he'd never seen Riku half-naked and dripping wet before.
His eyes focused on all of him, right down to the individual droplets of water leaping from Riku's hair as he shook his head, his wet locks flying in a silver halo before plastering to the sides of his face, framing a brilliant grin as he called out to Sora to play with him. Sora studied the paths the water took as it trailed down Riku's neck and shoulders and over his chest, down his forming abs and to his soaked blue swimming trunks. Riku had the nicest legs Sora had seen on anyone, even girls, especially his thighs. Sora found himself especially liking the curve of Riku's hips and the way his trunks clung to them as if they were ready to slip right off.
Sora hadn't even realized what he'd been thinking until he felt his cheeks and ears heat up as if instantly sunburned.
After Sora had agreed to play with Riku, they took turns chasing each other around the pool. Riku, always the faster swimmer, repeatedly caught Sora, and he would slip his arms around Sora and pull him against his hard chest and then lean in close and brush his jaw against Sora's cheek to whisper, "I gotcha again," into his ear. That alone sent a shiver down Sora's spine. Riku's voice sounded a lot deeper than it usually did—it had been breaking a lot lately.
And to top it off, after swimming and after Sora agreed to spend the night, Riku walked in front of Sora as they went up to his room to change. Sora had a great view of Riku's lean backside. Sora loved the curves of Riku's broad shoulders and the way the dip of his spine swayed as he climbed the stairs. He was also gaining more arm muscle from all of that swimming, Sora noticed. Just from studying Riku's perfect body—a perfection that Sora could never achieve no matter how hard he tried—Sora felt warm all over.
Worst of all, though, had to be when Riku just finished with his shower. Sora had borrowed the guest bathroom and had already been done with his shower for ten minutes, so he was lounging on Riku's bed, reading one of the comics that had been lying around. At the sound of the adjacent bathroom door opening, Sora looked up and saw Riku enter the room, his towel in the process of being wrapped around his waist. Sora spotted a flash of silver hair—just a faint trail leading past Riku's stomach, to the parts of Riku that Sora hadn't seen in three years. And boy had he grown! Sora had, too, but not that much!
Luckily, Riku hadn't spotted him gawking at him, and Sora played off his slip-up by hiding his face in the comic.
Still, that had been the last straw. Now Sora couldn't stop thinking about Riku's body and—not just that Sora wanted to be like him—Sora wanted to touch him. He wanted to see how soft the hair down there was on Riku. He wanted to feel Riku's arm muscles tense and relax under his hands. He wanted to run a palm down Riku's abs to see if they really were that hard. He wanted to try squeezing Riku's thigh to see what would happen, how Riku would react.
When Sora kept thinking those things, his own body reacted.
And Sora was really really glad he had asked for the guest bedroom because now he had a woody and he couldn't get rid of it, and he was starting to think that maybe it was all Riku's fault because it was him Sora had been thinking about. He didn't know what to do! Well, actually, he did know, but it was so embarrassing to think about doing that at Riku's house—especially because he'd gotten this way while thinking about his best friend—a boy!
But getting Riku out of his mind at this point was impossible. He'd been lying here in bed for what felt like forever with that insistent pulsing, and it just wouldn't go away. He knew his options were limited at this time of night.
This late, he couldn't take a shower without waking someone up—plus, he'd already had one after swimming, so if Riku caught him, it'd be even more awkward to try to explain. Trying to think about things other than Riku wasn't helping, either, not even gross things! That usually worked at school, but stupid Riku kept sneaking into his thoughts with his pretty smile and nice body.
Sora could only think of one solution. Not wanting to stay up all night and have to explain to Riku why he was so tired in the morning, Sora decided to risk it.
As quiet as he could, he climbed out of bed and grabbed the decorative chair nearby and dragged it to the closed door, wincing every time he bumped into something or made a noise louder than a whisper. He carefully positioned the back of the chair under the doorknob, his heart pounding in his chest as if expecting someone to knock and ask what he was doing. This was hardly a reliable lock for the door, but it was better than having nothing at all and risking someone walking in on him—and it would at least warn him if someone did show up.
He crawled back onto the mattress and slipped under the covers, the lingering scent of detergent reminding him how pristine this guest room was and how he was about to totally ruin its purity. He curled up on his side and took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and thoughts of Riku immediately invaded his mind again—details of his body, the sound of his laughter, and how he felt against Sora, like earlier that day in the pool, his firm chest and his deepened voice rumbling inside of it. And he remembered that brief moment he had seen all of Riku before his towel had covered him up.
Wetting his lips, Sora slid a hand down his stomach and into his boxers. As he kept that image of Riku in mind, he began to touch himself. It was nothing exceptional at first, just a few tentative touches as he tried to adjust to thinking about his best friend while doing this. He was used to just doing it, not with anyone specific in mind, in the safety of his own bedroom. Something about the notion of possibly being caught, though—maybe even by Riku—was thrilling, too. As his touches grew more confident, he even smiled a little, eyes still closed, as he thought about how Riku might react to seeing Sora like this.
Maybe... Maybe Riku might even join in? Maybe Riku would touch him.
Sora felt his heart give a nice tremble at the idea, and he decided to focus on that little fantasy. As his fingers played over his hard-on, stroking and teasing the skin, he imagined Riku here with him, Riku doing all of the work, leaving Sora to reap in the rewards of his attention.
He was red all over, his cheeks feverish against the cold pillow, but it didn't matter because Riku always liked his blushes. He could see Riku smirking at him in that fond way he usually did when he thought Sora had done something cute, except this time Riku would be giving him that look as his hand moved over Sora's arousal... with his warm fingers, slightly callused from practicing with wooden swords, stroking Sora's heated skin, his thumb running against the head, just like this...
Sora shivered, and his thigh gave a small spasm as pleasure continued to blossom inside of him, his body brimming with it, heightened by the excitement and tension. Biting his lip, he gave a throaty hum as he applied more pressure to his simple touches, wondering how Riku would do it—maybe a little rougher, a lot harder. He liked to be in control, and even for an activity like this, he'd probably let Sora know that he was the better one. And he probably was. Riku had more experience. Riku might even know things that Sora hadn't discovered about himself yet, especially since there were some things Sora was too embarrassed to try yet.
But if Riku were here, he'd do them with confidence to Sora. Riku would play his hand along the bottom of Sora's member, circle the shaft with his fingers, and firmly stroke, teasing Sora with long ones to make him arch for more, to make him gasp out loud. Riku would gently squeeze at first, but as Sora rubbed himself against the tunnel of Riku's hand, Riku would begin to tighten his hand more and more, not enough to hurt, but enough for Sora to squirm and softly groan, like he was doing now.
In his mind, he was no longer the one touching himself, but Riku was, and Riku did everything Sora wanted, even the things Sora was too self-conscious to do to himself. Riku slipped his fingers down to the base of Sora's penis and played with the light layer of hair there before trailing even farther, running over the sensitive, ticklish skin of his balls and cupping them. Sora's toes curled at the sharp, thrilling sensations, and he imagined Riku touching him more firmly, giving him the courage to try it on his own.
Thinking about Riku witnessing this, though... of having Riku's eyes watching his every reaction, of maybe having Riku touch himself too, as Sora fantasized about Riku touching him—that was even more exciting to think about. Maybe Riku thought about him when he masturbated.
Usually playing with himself felt good, but this time it was unbelievable—amazing—he didn't know how to describe the feelings coursing through him, just that they were incredible and he couldn't stop trying to make himself feel even better by pretending Riku was doing it, by experimenting with his own body to see how far he could go without chickening out.
He lowered his other hand, keeping the other one rubbing against his tender skin, the other taking hold of his arousal again, doubling the stimulation and almost making him explode right there. Holding back a cry, still aware of where he was and how much he didn't want to get caught, he slowed down, letting himself calm down a little. Then he began alternating different types of caresses, feeling his body shiver and twitch as he found new areas that seemed extra sensitive than the others.
Soon, though, he began to notice how the pressure inside of him was escalating too high too fast, and he recognized what it meant. The first time he had done this, he had thought it meant he was going to pee himself, but nothing had come out. Now that he was a little older, though, he had an extra problem to deal with.
As he rose to climax, he gave a sharp gasp, panicking, looking around for something to catch his spunk when it came, but he realized once again where he was and that he couldn't exactly just go on the sheets! He stopped stroking himself for a moment, keeping his hand still as he continued to cup his erection, and tried to collect his thoughts to come up with a plan. But as he waited, the acute throbbing only seemed to get worse, and his breaths sounded so loud that he felt sure that Riku could hear them in the room next door.
And that thought alone sent another sharp thrill through him, sending him teetering on the edge of spilling himself all over the bed.
Desperate and aching for release so badly that it was beginning to hurt, Sora grabbed the nearest pillow and did the first thing he could think of. He buried his face into the plush material and rolled onto his stomach, giving himself one last stroke to trigger his release. As he spilled into his hand, he cried into the pillow, his voice muffled but still loud, his body suddenly consumed by waves of bliss, leaving him trembling and panting. His abdomen and thighs gave a few spasms as he came down from that exquisite rush of sensations, feeling boneless but filled to the brim with satisfaction.
Except for that problem of his.
He still held his penis, which had returned to a soft state at last, but now he had to get rid of the bit of incriminating evidence coating his palm. Nuzzling into the pillow, he came up with an idea.
He just hoped no one would notice.
After cleaning up, he adjusted his boxers and scooted to the other side of the bed before stretching out on his stomach, completely comfortable and still happy. But now he was excited about what future sessions he could do from just that fantasy of Riku. He formed a boyish smile, a pleasant thought circling his mind as he started to drift to sleep...
Who knows, maybe it'd come true one day.
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The following afternoon, when the maid went into clean the already clean guest bedroom, it took her a good minute to find out what was different about the room. Something was... off about it, but she couldn't pinpoint what exactly until she began to tidy up the bed from the sleepover last night.
There, hidden behind all of the others, was a bare feather pillow. As she picked it up to study it, she could only wonder why in the world a kid would steal a pillow case.
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Fin.