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[SLASH. Set after the events in the main story.]
Between Friends side story: Body Talk
Athrun Zala had a fetish which he kept secret from his boyfriend. It wasn’t because it was disgusting or kinky; but Athrun was shy by nature and he dared not envision his boyfriend’s reaction if he was to confess his kink. After all, their relationship was still in its early stages, and he was rather cautious when it came to suggesting new ideas to Kira.
Truth was Athrun had a thing about toes – Kira’s toes to be precise.
Each time Kira went barefooted, Athrun’s eyes would be drawn magnetically to his ten little toes. In Athrun’s opinion, Kira had the most adorable toes, each one tipped with a perfect little nail. Athrun would often watch in fascination as Kira’s toes flexed and curled whenever he got excited. The trigger to Kira’s excitement would vary from simple everyday delights (his favourite ice cream, a rented horror movie, a new velvet choker) to something more cerebral (a mind puzzle, a whodunit thriller) and ultimately something more sensual.
Athrun loved the feel of Kira’s toes curling against his calves when they were in bed together. The lightest touch would elicit a stream of weird and wonderful sensations through the dark haired boy, and it never failed to get Kira what he wanted. Athrun had a niggling suspicion that Kira knew exactly what his weakness was, and was not afraid to manipulate it to his advantage.
Sometimes, Kira would steal into his bed in the middle of the night and gently run his toes on Athrun’s ankles, the soles of his feet, up and down his calves until the other boy woke up. Athrun had quickly learned that it was Kira’s way of signalling that he wanted to make love. Well, Athrun had seen no reason to complain; he adored Kira unconditionally and would do anything to make Kira happy.
Furthermore, making love with Kira was something he found both exciting and addictive. Since the day they mutually agreed to consummate their relationship, they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. They needed one another – intellectually, spiritually and physically. Their physical union was something that both found natural in their long-standing relationship.
Kira’s toes held a deep fascination for Athrun, and currently, he was sitting crossed legged on the recently purchased sheepskin rug on their living floor, busy giving those same adorable toes a home pedicure. Kira stifled a giggle as Athrun gripped his littlest toe, a nail clipper in one hand and a look of intense concentration on his face. A couple of quick clips later and he was done. Ten perfect nails gracing ten gorgeous toes. Athrun resisted an insane urge to draw one of Kira’s toes into his mouth and see what it tasted like. He lowered his head to hide the boyish flush that coloured his cheeks.
“There, all done.” He stroked Kira’s sole lightly as he lowered the foot onto his lap, almost reverentially.
Kira however, had seen the fleeting look on his best friend’s face. He snuggled deeper into the beanbag, arms behind his head, an impish smile curling his mouth as he watched Athrun’s face intently while the dark haired boy busied himself clearing up the nail clippings.
Being an exceptionally bright boy, Kira had long suspected that Athrun had a thing about his toes. His sharp mind could recall every single nuance on Athrun’s face whenever he ran his toes on Athrun’s bare skin – there were the slight widening of the exotic green eyes, the audible intake of breath and the faint blush tingeing his cheeks.
And right now, all the signs were there.
Kira’s eyes darted to the clock set on the wall; its luminous numbers showed eleven-fifteen P.M. It was rather late, and since it was a weekday, they should really turn in for the night. However, since they didn’t have morning lab to attend the next day, he quickly decided that they could afford to stay up a bit later than usual. Right now, he had more pressing matters to worry about – like finding out how much Athrun really liked his toes.
Feeling naughty, Kira drew his foot back and wriggled his toes under Athrun’s nose. “Nice aren’t they?” Kira purred, his voice sultry. “You like them?”
Athrun stiffened, his task momentarily forgotten. What a question, he thought. Drawing in an exaggerated breath, he tipped up his pretty face and smiled.
“Mmm,” Athrun murmured, his blush deepening before he resumed his task.
Without saying a word, Kira extended his right leg and ran his foot along the curve of Athrun’s neck, his toes curling and tugging on the other boy’s hair. Athrun lifted his eyes and stared at Kira for a moment in silence before he lowered his gaze, feeling suddenly shy. Amused by Athrun’s reaction, Kira became bolder. He stuck his toe in Athrun’s ear and wriggled it.
“Hey!” Athrun started to protest, slightly appalled by Kira’s audacity.
Kira favoured him with an innocent smile. He gripped the other boy’s earlobe between his big and second toe, tugging at it gently. “You like this?” he asked, his eyes flashing brilliantly.
Athrun swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.”
Interesting, Kira thought, his face brightening with delight. Let’s see if you like this.
He let go of Athrun’s earlobe and ran his foot slowly along his best friend’s jaw line, tracing a path down Athrun’s breast bone, his shoulders, up his neck to his ear and over his cheek before drawing his foot back. He leaned forwards and watched Athrun’s face intently.
A shiver ran up Athrun’s spine. His eyes fluttered as a familiar sensation coursed through him – slowly at first, then building up, until it consumed every fibre in his body. He resisted the urge to tackle the other boy down and make mad, passionate love to him.
“Admit it,” Kira purred huskily. He tilted his head back and looked at Athrun through semi-lidded eyes. “You want to.”
Athrun remained motionless for a few moments before he rose to his knees and placed his hands on Kira’s knees, his expression inscrutable. He returned Kira’s gaze with one of his own.
“Yes,” Athrun said, a bit breathlessly. “I want to.” He ran his hands up Kira’s bare thighs, stroking the skin gently. Then he drew back and sat on his heels, his head tilted coquettishly to one side.
“Mm-mm.” Kira leaned back, his hands behind his head. He lowered his eyelashes coyly and extended his right foot towards Athrun. “Show me,” he whispered silkily. He wriggled his toes for effect.
Athrun stared at the proffered limb, mesmerised. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Kira’s toes. They were so lovely, like delicate morsels, tempting him to draw them into his mouth and have his wicked ways with them.
Kira licked his lips and smiled seductively. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Willing his hands to stop trembling – either from nerves or excitement, he didn’t know – Athrun reached out and took the other boy’s foot in his hands. His left hand encircled the deceptively fragile-looking ankle, his right stroking the sole delicately. He looked up and locked his expressive green eyes with Kira’s vivid violet. Kira nodded, giving tacit permission.
Satisfied, Athrun smiled, lowered his head and licked a path across the sole, before drawing the big toe into his mouth. He sucked on the digit, gently at first, then with more enthusiasm. Drawing on his so called ‘obscene’ icecream eating skills, Athrun sucked, nibbled, lapped and licked on Kira’s toes in turn.
“Oh god …” Kira clutched at his own hair as he marvelled at the friction between tongue and skin. His other foot moved on its own accord, trailing up Athrun’s inner thigh before resting audaciously on his crotch. “Yes … that’s it,” he breathed heavily.
Pleased with the effect he had on his best friend, Athrun increased the pressure. He made happy little noises as he applied his lips to Kira’s foot – alternating between kissing, nipping and teasing the skin; from the perfect little toes to the upper part of the heel. His pulse quickened as he registered the delight evident in Kira’s body language; the fluttering of his eyelids, the slight arching of his spine and most obviously the way his left foot rubbed against Athrun's nascent erection through the fabric of his pyjama shorts, making it hard.
There was no doubt about it; both he and Kira were getting increasingly turned on by the erotic act of toe-sucking. Athrun lightened his grip on Kira’s ankle, pulled back and smiled sweetly.
Looking coy, he asked quietly: “Is that OK?”
Kira panted and favoured him with a wink. “Hmm-mm. Yes.”
When Kira gazed at his green eyes, his cheeks coloured a flattering shade of pink. Sitting up, Kira reached out and touched his face; his fingers lingering on the dark-haired boy’s cheekbone. He called out Athrun’s name, his voice husky, desire evident in his tone.
Athrun smiled in delight upon hearing his name. He kept his eyes locked on Kira’s as he slid his mouth over Kira’s big toe once again, and suckled greedily. Kira flopped onto his back, his fingers scrabbling at the material of the beanbag, clutching and flexing in turn. Athrun maintained his gaze on Kira, memorizing every expression on the older boy's face, filing it away for future reference. It seemed that he had discovered another one of Kira erogenous zones.
The minutes ticked by slowly; the only sound in the room was from their increasingly heavy breathing.
“Ath … run … Enough. That’s enough,” Kira panted raggedly. He rose on his elbows and pulled his foot back. His chest rose and fell erratically. He had never felt anything so hot in his entire life. One kinky toe-sucking session and he felt ready to explode. His erection strained painfully against his shorts. That, coupled with the sight of his slightly mussed up best friend sitting by his feet in an accidental submissive pose were enough to make his inhibitions vanish. He needed relief, and fast.
Sliding out of his seat, he dropped on all fours and crawled towards Athrun. He leaned forwards and came to a dead stop inches from Athrun’s face. He gazed at Athrun with a keen expression, his pupils dilated, making his eyes appear all black.
“I want you. Now.”
Athrun stared at him with a stunned expression for a few seconds; his face reddened as heat suffused his cheeks. “Here?” he asked, unnecessarily.
“Right here. Right now.” Kira answered. He really didn’t care for a long and slow experience. That could wait. Right now, he wanted relief, and he wanted it fast.
Drawing in a deep breath, Athrun slid his eyes shut and nodded. However, he couldn’t stop the small yelp of surprise from escaping his lips as Kira grabbed his shoulders and wrestled him to the floor. He tumbled onto his back, the plush sheepskin rug cushioning the impact somewhat. Kira wasted no time mounting him.
“Kira!” Athrun exclaimed as something unbelievably hard pressed into his groin, inflaming his own arousal, and turning it into a full blown erection.
Throughout their first fourteen years of friendship, Athrun had been under the false impression that Kira was the shy and submissive type. However, one quick roll in the hay later had shattered his assumption. Athrun had been astounded by the zeal exhibited by his best friend when it came to expressing his ardour. Who would have thought Mr. Nice Boy had a wild streak in him? Athrun was alternately amazed, stunned and pleased with this discovery.
“Kiiiiraaaa…” Athrun gasped as Kira buried his face against his neck and started to hump him through the fabric of their pyjamas shorts, using him as the bottom. Kira’s aggression aroused him further, and his mouth parted in an orgasmic ‘O’. He clutched at his hair, at Kira’s hair, his nails scoring the other boy’s arms as their bodies ground together.
Lifting up his head, Kira got incredibly turned on seeing Athrun’s lustful expression, his sweat dampened hair and his lush and partially parted lips. He gave a low growl, grabbed Athrun by the neck and French kissed him hard. He concentrated on the sensation of lip against lip, tongue on tongue, wet against dry.
Athrun’s reaction was instantaneous; his hands skated down Kira’s sides before coming to rest on his buttocks, his body arching just as Kira ground down. Crying out something incomprehensible into Kira’s mouth, he was swiftly rewarded by the feel of the other boy’s tongue over his gums, around his tongue and across his lips. He shuddered violently at the unmistakable feel of Kira’s foot curling under his calf, and the sensation of toes running in circles on his skin.
Athrun knew he was losing control, and losing it fast. His body responded immediately. He locked his ankles around the other boy’s back and dug his heels in, forcing him closer. Kira let out a sharp hiss and kissed him forcefully. Athrun saw stars.
Tearing his mouth reluctantly from Kira’s, Athrun beseeched haltingly, “Kira, please …”
Kira pulled back, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears as his gaze roamed over Athrun’s face. He reached out and gripped Athrun’s chin lightly, his lips curving in amusement. And then, he pressed his lips against Athrun’s ear and whispered his name over and over – Athrun, Athrun, Athrun, like a seductive mantra.
A shiver shot up Athrun’s spine. He trembled. He never knew losing control could be so intense, and the experience was made even better as he was sharing it with Kira – Kira, his beloved childhood friend whom he had almost lost twice in his life. Looking back, they had always had strong feelings for each other, but were too young to know what it had meant. But all that changed as they grew older and accepted their less-than-platonic feelings towards each other.
“Kira,” he implored urgently, his breathing harsh. “I want you. I want you so much …”
Kira nuzzled his face against Athrun’s neck and breathed huskily, “And I you.”
In one sinuous move, he grabbed both Athrun’s wrists and pinned them on either side of his head, and pressed him harder onto the floor. Athrun’s dark hair fanned out, contrasting starkly against the off-white of the sheepskin rug, and the visual impact was almost enough to drive Kira over the edge. He lunged at Athrun, sealing his mouth in a searing kiss as he ground desperately against the supine boy, knowing that neither of them had far to go.
Clutching at each other, as if holding for dear life, they picked up their tempo, both gasping and swearing. Athrun gave a muffled cry as the pressure boiled within him. He shook uncontrollably as he drained himself over their bellies and chests. Within seconds, Kira gave a strangled groan as he followed suit; his breath coming harsh and loud even as his arms tightened around Athrun.
Silence descended as they held each other tight, waiting for their bodies to calm.
Presently Kira rose on his elbows and asked, “You okay?”
Athrun couldn’t help but agree: “More than okay.”
He reached up and drew Kira into his arms once more. Kira shifted onto his side and gazed at him affectionately. Violet bore into green as their eyes locked in a blaze of passion. Athrun tightened his embrace and kissed Kira’s forehead gently. Kira nuzzled into his neck and hmm-ed contentedly.
The luminous numbers on the clock displayed the witching hour, signalling the advent of a new day, but neither boy noticed as they drifted into a fitful slumber on the sheepskin rug, locked in each other’s embrace.
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