|sailorstarsun (sailorstarsun) wrote,|
@ 2012-08-27 03:19:00
Two - 5/10
And here's this.
Title: Between the Two
Genre: drama, romance, mm/yaoi/slash/gay/whatever you want to call it
Rating: R/NC-17 - there are some detailed sex scenes, but it's not a smut story
Warnings: Gender issues.
Chapter Notes: D'aww.
Randy spent the entire weekend in quiet thought. Even as he worked a few hours at the studio, having been bestowed the honor of coloring the head designer’s newest sketches, half his mind had been elsewhere.
Sex with Preston had been mind-blowingly good. It was with some bitterness that Randy reminded himself it was probably because the guy was a slut, and got a lot of practice. He didn’t hate Preston, but no matter how many times he asked, Randy could never date him. He couldn’t stand the thought of being just another part of his harem, no matter how great a lover he was.
And also, Felix had confessed to him, and Randy already knew he liked his friend back. Felix was sweet and adorably shy – he would never cheat on him, like Thompson had, or treat him like a whore, like Preston. Randy looked forward to the next time he would see him, when he would tell him he felt the same. They would hold hands and kiss, and he could put the whole Preston incident behind him.
Though that did bring up the question of should he tell Felix about his secret? It really would be unfair to let the other believe he was a girl. He didn’t want it to be Thompson all over again, nor did he want Felix finding out on his own somehow. But it wasn’t so easy to just tell him. What if the relationship, of its own accord, only lasted a short time? Then there would be one more person out there knowing the truth when they didn’t have to. He’d told himself before, and would remind himself again – he couldn’t just tell any passing fling. If he wanted to keep this lifestyle, it was better if fewer people knew.
He didn’t want to think of Felix as just a fling, but self-preservation required him to be realistic.
By Sunday night, he’d decided. He would tell Felix that he had a secret, but not what it was. He would wait and see how the relationship went, and if they got very close, then he would tell him everything. That way, Felix would have warning, but not full disclosure, until Randy was ready. And if they didn’t work out, it would never be an issue.
He didn’t know if it was the wisest decision, but it was all he could think of to do. He was torn between being totally open with someone he really liked, and protecting himself. All he could do was wait and see, and hope for the best.
On Monday, Randy wore his cute, brown suede shorts, with white leggings for warmth as much as to help keep him tucked. A pretty, lacey sweater on top, and furry white boots on his feet completed the outfit. His long hair was left down, and his makeup was in innocent shades of pink. He felt cute.
And Felix spent the entirety of speech class not looking at him. He spoke even less than usual, and his eyes rarely left the notebook he stared at on his desk. He was nervous; Randy would have felt bad for him if he wasn’t too busy thinking how adorable he was.
They left the class together, and as they passed by Thompson’s desk when heading toward the door, the teacher smiled gently, asking “Randy, are you free?”
Randy just breezed by him, not answering, not even sparing a glance.
When they were out of the room, Felix risked a look at him. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll get mad?”
“I don’t care,” Randy replied. Felix looked like he wanted to say more but wouldn’t, so he added “Mr. Canterbury owes me, so I’m not really worried about him marking my grades down if I’m rude to him. I don't like being a bitch, but... he knows what he did to deserve it.”
“Oh…” Felix didn’t press, and Randy adored him all the more for it. It was a comfort, knowing he could leave things unsaid, and they shy boy would accept it and leave it at that. It would make his decision easier.
So he stopped walking and turned to the other, smiling. “I have to get to my next class now, but could we have dinner later?”
“Ah… S-sure…” Felix’s cheeks were getting pink.
“Ok,” Randy’s smile brightened. “Let’s meet in the cafeteria at the usual time, ‘kay?”
With the plan set, Randy headed off to his advanced textiles class. His leg bounced throughout the entire class, not out of nervousness, but cheerful excitement. He was looking forward to seeing Felix’s expression when he informed him their feelings were mutual. He wanted to see him blush again, or maybe he’d give a rare smile.
Randy was smiling himself when they met at the usual time in the cafeteria. He chatted at Felix, who didn’t say much, as usual, but nodded to show he was listening as they navigated the various food counters. When they both had dinners they were happy with, they snagged a table and sat.
The eating itself was mostly quiet, though Felix did little more than pick at his food, only taking a few sips of the Earl Grey tea he’d picked up. Randy could tell he was still nervous, and while it was adorable, he finally gave in. “So I’ve thought about what you said.”
“You know, how you said you like me?”
Felix’s growing blush was a deep red. “R-right…”
“I’m very flattered.”
With his violet eyes sliding down and to the side, not meeting Randy’s gaze, Felix made a noncommittal “Nn…” sound. His head drooped, already assuming the worst. He looked as though he were bracing himself for rejection.
Randy couldn’t help but smile at him. “I want you to know… I like you too.”
Slowly, Felix’s gaze lifted, eyes wide in shock. “You… you do?”
“Yes. I really do.”
It was quiet for a moment, with Randy expecting more to come. When nothing else was said, he started to laugh. “Is that all you’re going to say!?”
Felix blushed harder. “Ah, that is… … … So… C-can we go out…?”
“I would like that.” Randy beamed at him, even happier when the other gave a shy smile back. And then the smile faded as he continued. “But… I have a secret.”
“O-oh…” Felix looked confused. “What kind?”
“I can’t tell you,” Randy replied. “At least, not right now. It’s… not something I’m comfortable saying, though it’s a big part of my life.” He gave a pleading look, hoping for understanding. “I’m sorry.”
“N-no… It’s ok. Everyone has their… their… thing.”
“Probably not quite like my thing.” Randy chuckled nervously. “I just… want you to know that there’s something there if I ever seem strange, and… I’d like to be able to tell you about it someday.”
Felix nodded, then shook his head. He was too cute when he didn’t know how to respond. “It’s ok. Whether you tell me or not, it’s ok. I don’t mind.”
If only he knew, Randy was sure he would mind very much. But that had yet to be foreseen. He smiled again, lightening the mood, and gave a flirty tilt of the head. “So, does this mean we’re dating now?”
“I, ah… … … Yes?”
“So we can kiss?”
He loved the color Felix’s cheeks were turning as he stammered out “Y-yes… But… there are people here, and…”
“I don’t mind.” He almost laughed out loud at the look on the other’s face. So nervous – he’d definitely never kissed anyone before. Probably wasn’t going to be big on public displays of affection, either, though truthfully Randy often felt most alone when he was surrounded by people. They could probably have a full-on make-out session right here and nobody would notice. But for Felix’s sanity, he’d quit teasing. “I’m kidding. We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. We’ve only been together for a few seconds anyway.”
To his surprise, the other student shook his head again. “No, I… I want to.”
“Are you sure?”
At Felix’s nod, Randy smiled broadly, happy to finally have his chance to taste his friend’s lips. He bounced in his chair, scooting it over until they were side-by-side, then leaned in. After a cursory glance around, Felix followed suit, leaning in until their faces were only a few spaces apart. They gazed at each other a moment, blue and violet eyes meeting, almost getting lost in each other until they simultaneously slipped closed. The short distance between them disappeared as their lips came together.
It was a soft, chaste kiss. Two pairs of lips pressing against each other. Warm. Felix’s lips were soft, tasting like the tea he’d barely touched. It was a nervous and cute kiss, and Randy expected nothing less. It made him happy.
When they parted, Felix’s blush had abated to a soft, pink glow. He was smiling, and it made Randy’s heart pound. He wanted to kiss the other more and more, but it could wait. Hopefully, there would be plenty of time for many more kisses.
With a small smile of his own, Randy leaned back in his chair. But then his smile suddenly disappeared. He didn’t answer when Felix asked him what was wrong, too caught in what he’d seen, frozen like a deer in headlights.
On the other side of the cafeteria, over Felix’s shoulder, Randy met the burning gaze of orange-tinted eyes.
Preston was watching them.