Between Friends

Ardour ~ MA

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. -David Viscott

The early morning sunlight filtering through the branches of the cherry trees threw dappled shadows on the ground. A gentle wind blew, and hundreds of tiny pink and white petals swirled in the air before settling to the ground. After long months in the PLANTs, it felt good to be back on earth. Kira rested his hands on the balcony's railings and lifted his face towards the sun, eyes shut, a picture of bliss.

"There you are."

The familiar dulcet tones shook him out of his reverie.

Athrun.

Kira merely smiled as warm arms wrapped around his middle. He hummed in bliss as he felt the gentle press of Athrun's body against his back, Athrun's chin on his shoulder, his breath stirring the fine hairs near his earlobe.

The sun broke through the clouds, bathing the surrounding hills with strokes of gold and pink.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Athrun's voice was husky, something that he reserved for their private moments together.

Kira reached back, placed his right hand against Athrun's cheek and exhaled softly as the latter trailed soft kisses on the nape of his neck.

"Yes," Kira breathed, his voice deepening into a purr moments later as he felt Athrun's nascent erection brush between the cleft of his buttocks. Athrun's hand slid under the elastic waistband of his pyjama bottom, roving over his belly, moving steadily lower, fingers tangling in the fine dusting of hair at his crotch. Kira tilted his head back and smiled, his eyes bright, exotic like gems. He leaned back against Athrun's chest and let his hands brush against the other boy's outside thighs. Then, by unspoken mutual consent, their lips met in a lingering kiss.

"Want you." Athrun murmured, voice dropping to a whisper. "No one's home. We are alone now."

Kira's eyes shimmered as a warm flush suffused his cheeks. His own needs were as acute as Athrun's. Four days of forced abstinence was beginning to play havoc with his head. When Athrun nudged him persistently, he instinctively knew that Athrun was close to the end of his tether too. It couldn't be helped; they had to be discreet in his mother's presence. While both knew that Mrs.Yamato may think nothing of her son and his best friend rooming together under her roof, they weren't so sure what would happen if she ever found out the true nature of their relationship.

What mattered was here and now.

"Come on," Athrun couldn't mask the neediness in his voice.

Kira's heart thrummed wildly as Athrun led him by the hand to the sanctuary of their bedroom. The lock barely slid shut, and Athrun was in his mouth again, kissing him with a fervor that left him breathless. And then they were tumbling over each other, hands ripping at clothing as if they burned, lips scorching fiery kisses on newly naked skin.

"Kira."

He staggered under the force of Athrun's embrace, felt his knees giving way as Athrun ground their groins together. He could feel the urgency in the thrust, and this aroused him in turn. Athrun dipped his hand between their bellies, wrapped his palm around their erections, rubbing them together with strong, firm strokes.

Kira let his hands skate down Athrun's sides, coming to curve gently on his buttocks. His eyes were riveted on Athrun's even as his fingers kneaded flesh. He pulled Athrun towards him, and bit back a cry as Athrun thrust against him.

"Kira, Kira, Kira." Each word punctuated by a kiss.

All coherent thoughts abandoned him as Athrun hauled him up onto the bed, scattering the bedding to the floor with a sweep of his arm. His eyes screwed shut as he fell flat on his back and he couldn't help a sigh from escaping when he felt Athrun's tongue snaked down his belly.

Then Athrun was caressing his inner thighs, murmuring a fusion of words and non-words as he nuzzled against the dark brush at Kira's crotch, breathing in the scent he identified as uniquely Kira. Pulling back, he let the tip of his tongue glide against the underside of Kira's rigid flesh, all the way around the base, before closing in on the scrotum. Careful not to scrape with his teeth, he sucked on the sac, letting it roll on his tongue. He flexed his shoulders as he felt Kira's hand pushed at his head gently, encouraging him to go on.

Breathing deeply, he opened his mouth wider, gathered the other sac between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He loved the feeling, and knowing that Kira was getting pleasure from his actions was making him wild. Letting the scrotum slip slowly from between his lips, he moved up, coating the heated length of Kira's penis with his saliva, before his lips finally closed over the head in one fluid move.

"Athrun, Athrun." Kira's voice was like honey in his ears.

Small, lustful noises escaped Athrun as he moved up and down, again and again, until his face was as wet as the penis he sucked on. His hands began to move without any conscious decision; fondling, scratching, groping every inch of Kira's sweat slicked skin with an unrestrained intensity that left Kira's heart hammering wildly fit to burst.

Kira though he was going to explode into a million pieces. His pupils contracted and his senses heightened hundred-fold. Athrun's mouth was achingly hot and wet against his sensitive skin. He glanced down. Athrun's face was a picture of bliss -- dark lashes sweeping over tightly closed eyes, a hint of flush colouring his cheeks, his shoulder length hair falling like silken curtains around his delicate face -- as he concentrated on pleasuring his Kira.

Turning to his side, he signaled to Athrun to lift his head and quickly shoved a pillow under the other boy's head for support. Athrun settled comfortably once again between the V of his legs, face pressed against his crotch, lips wrapped around his penis once again. Kira shivered slightly as Athrun's hands moved to caress his buttocks. Without losing his tempo, Athrun reached between Kira's legs and stroked his perineum.

Kira let out a shrill cry as bolts of pleasure exploded in his groin. He reached down and clutched at Athrun's ears and shoved himself repeatedly in an unrestrained manner into Athrun's mouth. Athrun obligingly took him deeper, as if trying to swallow him whole. Kira choked down a scream, his whole being felt afire. The sight of his beloved staring at him with pure ecstasy etched on his face almost undid him. His grip on Athrun's ears tightened, eliciting a sharp cry from the latter. Muttering a breathless apology, he quickly let go, and twisted his fingers around Athrun's locks of hair instead, holding him in a vise-like grip as he continued to drive his overheated flesh into Athrun's eager mouth. He no longer bothered who was in control; he just knew instinctively that both of them were deriving mutual pleasure from the act.

And then, Athrun was pushing a saliva-slicked finger inside of him, moving it in rhythm to his sucking. Kira bucked and mewled incoherently.

"Come for me, Kira ... come for me."

Kira didn't know if the voice was real or imagined, he was beyond caring. All that mattered was his burning need to come, to get Athrun to drink him dry, to share the rapture together. He let go of Athrun's hair, bit hard on his own hand to muffle his cries as he came hard, flooding his lover's mouth with warm liquid. He shuddered as he came again, a smaller load this time, and felt his blood in his veins turn molten as Athrun's throat constricted around his penis as he swallowed every drop of his seed.

For a moment, the room swam crazily and everything went dark as vertigo hit him. But Athrun was already crawling up his body, trailing his fingers slowly upwards, grazing across the hard nubs of his nipples and into the hollow of his collarbones. He paused for a moment, then leaned forwards to kiss him.

As if roused from a dream, Kira opened his eyes and remembered to breathe.

"Want you." Athrun pleaded as waves of raw emotions swept through his face, laying his soul bare. He pressed into Kira, his arousal grinding stiffly against Kira's spent member.

Their eyes locked, green and violet both bright with emotion.

"Athrun." Kira breathed. He felt as if he was drowning in those captivating green eyes. He wanted to make frantic love with Athrun, to join their bodies, to become one. He reached up, grasped Athrun's shoulders, rolled him onto his back. A look of surprise flickered across Athrun's face and he tried to sit up but Kira quickly stilled his movement with a firm hand on his chest.

"No, stay there."

Gripping Athrun's left wrist in his hand, Kira stretched across the bed and groped one handed towards the bedside drawer. He pulled it open, scrabbled amongst the contents until his hand found the tube of gel he'd stashed there just in case an opportunity presented itself. He glanced sideways at Athrun who was looking at him with a slightly perplexed expression from under partially lidded eyes.

Kira kept his face blank as he squirted a generous amount of the gel on his palm, then reached over to apply it liberally over Athrun's erection. Kira slowly stroked him, gel-slicked fingers curling around the thickness, palm lingering as it cupped the end, before letting go and repeating the movement with his other hand. Athrun seemed to shiver under his touch, and when he finally stopped with his hand nestling at the base of Athrun's erection, he heard an audible whimper.

"Athrun." Kira's voice was whisper soft and he smiled as he lowered his face to kiss the corners of Athrun's mouth. He got onto his knees and straddled the dark-haired boy wordlessly. Squeezing his eyes shut, Kira inhaled deeply, willing his body to relax as he lowered himself gingerly down Athrun's shaft. As his body adapted to the feeling, he felt totally in control, just the way he wanted it, but at the same time he couldn't stop feeling nervous. He realized how totally contradictory the feelings were.

His eyes fluttered open and he looked at Athrun. At the way his skin was flushed, gleaming slightly in the diffused sunlight that streamed through the tinted windows. At the slightly open mouth and the swollen, trembling lips. Warmth flooded his groin, making him hard again.

A range of emotions flashed through Athrun's eyes, all too brief to be analysed, but it was there all right — the complete and utter disbelief. Balancing himself on his knees with his hands on Athrun's forearms, Kira inched himself slowly downwards. It actually felt good.

"Oh god ... Kira!" Athrun bucked his hips involuntarily with a sharp cry, causing Kira to lose his balance. Kira lurched backwards to find Athrun fully sheathed inside of him. A stab of pain shot through him and he bit his lip hard. He had never done this before — it had always been him inside Athrun — and simply taking all of Athrun in one move came as a shock to his systems. His eyes watered.

Beneath him Athrun gasped, his pupils almost invisible so that his eyes appeared all green. His hands shot out, curling around Kira's upper thighs. "Uh ... you okay?"

Kira managed a feeble grin. "I'm fine," he gasped. He held Athrun's eyes and smiled at him encouragingly. Athrun looked at him, a flicker of doubt clouding his eyes. "I'm fine Athrun. Let me do this."

Drawing in a shuddering breath, Kira began to move, his pace measured, calculated to drive his partner insane. His tactics paid off; Athrun began to writhe and moan uncontrollably. The cords in his neck tautened as he arched into Kira, hands clutching at his own hair, at the sheets, knees bent and toes curling and uncurling reflexively.

Delighted with the effect he had on Athrun, Kira varied his pace, alternating between the languorous and the frantic, taking his cue from Athrun's facial gestures. Intoxicated by the sight of his partner squirming under his exquisite torture, he slid himself up right to the very tip, lingered as if to break the connection, before lowering himself abruptly until he was seated on Athrun's lap.

A guttural groan escaped Athrun, the sound traveling straight to his groins. Kira decided he liked it, wanted, no, needed to hear it again and again. He repeated the act, purring deeply as Athrun's fingers wrapped around his genitals; one hand fondling and squeezing the scrotum while the other pumped his penis frenetically. Reaching up, Kira slid his saliva slicked fingers into Athrun's mouth, and was rewarded with a soft moan.

Kira's eyes widened as an exquisite sensation erupted deep inside of him. He spasm violently, inner muscles clenching tightly around Athrun, spine arching backwards as he moved up and down harder and faster, matching Athrun's frantic pace.

Without any warning Athrun began to scream Kira's name loudly, over and over as he tipped over the edge. The sound reverberated off the walls, stunning Kira for a moment before he quickly gathered his wits enough to clamp his hand over Athrun's mouth, muffling his shouts.

Kira's heart was tripping like a jackhammer. And when Athrun shattered into climax, he reveled in the knowledge that he had the power to draw such an intense reaction from his lover. Kira found the sight of Athrun's face in the throes of his orgasm to be indecently erotic and he came a second time, shooting his seed messily onto Athrun's chest.

Kira's knees finally buckled and he toppled forwards, but Athrun was there to catch him. Athrun quickly folded him in his arms. After a moment, he slipped off Athrun's softening penis and flopped bonelessly beside him. Exhausted, they lay side by side, heads touching, without speaking for a while. One look at Athrun's contented face and Kira knew it was worth it. He reached out and grasped Athrun's fingers, squeezed them lightly.

Athrun turned his face to gaze at him, his eyes brimming with affection. "That was ... mind-blowing. I never expected ..." He didn't get far; Kira silenced him with a kiss. When they broke apart, Athrun chuckled, a hint of teasing in his tone. Kira felt his face turning hot, and he averted his eyes, part-embarrassed and part-bashful.

"I love you a lot," Athrun breathed into his ear.

It was the last thing that Kira heard before sleep enfolded him in her gossamer-soft embrace.