oooohhh mannnnn ~~~ xDD


I'm in such a SOUR mood today, I NEED LEMONS LEMONS LEMONS.

But I need fresh ones D:


the ones I have are all sucked dry of their juice. I NEED MOAR LEMONS.


...so therefore...

I will attempt something I have NEVAR attempted before.

-fangirly giggle-







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And it was.

'It's a bloody hotel, Lez...of course it is. It looks nice but in truth it's all fake appearances and the room service is horrendous.'

'How would you know?'

'Honey, I'm an old hand. I've spent years of my business life in these dumps. American hotels. They're all the same. Pathetic customer service.'

'Tried to call for a blonde to amuse you, eh?'

Snort. 'Screw you,' Kal muttered, unable to stop a smile. Lez smiled back. But for a ulterior motive he didn't admit - that he was glad their household tradition bound him to share the room with the other, older man.

'But I daresay I'd rather stay here than in our homely hellhole for a while,' he said suddenly, collasping onto the mattress and annoying his roomate who was already perched there. 'I mean, look at this place. Impressionist paintings,' he gestured. 'Pristine toilets. Bloodred curtains. And of course,' he grinned, propping himself up on shoulders and bouncing the bed, 'Epic double bed.'

'Yes,' Lez remarked cryptically, 'And I think Mizuri will have someone in to fill in the extra space on her mattress.'

'What?' A wrinkled nose in disbelief. 'You're not serious. Even if she tried she couldn't get laid. She's a man REPELLENT.'

This was greeted by laughter on both sides, and then Lez slid off the bed.

'Where are you going?' Asked Kal.

'To the toilet. Obviously.'

Oh. 'Toilet? What, to bathe?'

'Yes.'

'Wait - hold on I need to use it! I was the one hauling all the heavy bags you know! You never help out whenever the place is being repaired!'

'It's not my fault you decided to pack everything when we had to tempoarily leave the house,' Lez stated slowly, as if Kal was dumb. 'you volunteered to do it so Mizuri would allow you to go and buy that DVD you wanted'.

Kal thought of a witty comeback. He tried to, at least. Failing that, he simply sighed, and looked Lez is the triumphant blue eyes.

'You win.'

Smirk. God, how he loved that immature little smart alec smirk.

Lenzarious walked into the narrow walkway, where the front door was, the closet imbedded into the left, toilet to the right. Typical cramped little corridor which would then span out into the large sleeping area. Kaldewei watched silently, an unwavering soft gaze, on his friend's every movement. From the delicate turn of the wrist to open the door to the footsteps he took into the washroom. And the outstretched, half visible hand as it clicked the door shut.

Hearing the rush of water from the showerhead, Kal lay on that bed for a while, contemplating if there was such thing as healthy obsession with one's person and also wondering if Lez had noticed his stare. Finding his mindful endeavors fruitless, he noisily hoisted himself up and out, admiring his surroundings. Well, yes, it was impressive, customer appreciation be damned. Beautiful spacious room, it looked big rather, in actuality it was a medium sized. There was a glass paneling off to the sides of the bed, placed so that it was as if the bed was in front of glass. And in front of said window into the city was a wooden sitting space right in front with red cushion padding. Where kids loved to lean on the window and gaze down, up, ahead and render themselves dizzyingly terrified with the fear that they'd fall because the glass couldn't hold their weight.

But even in the midst of all this beauty, the man couldn't damn stop thinking about him...

So he walked over to the closet, to the corridor, around the room, but then he tripped on his feet in front of the glass door to the washroom. Hands splayed out to steady himself accidentally pushed the door open. His mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and he landed painfully, in a crouching four legged position. With his arms halfway into the bathroom, holding open the door.

Cursing quietly and colorfully, he started to brush the imaginary dirt off his trousers and stand up, but then he saw the inflected image on the mirror. The mirror inside the bathroom which bounced off it's image to the door, which gave Kal a very nice view of Lez in the ... shower.

Kal froze, just staring. And when he did see Lez turn the tap of water off, he shot to attention, quickly (but silently) closed the door, and literally ran towards the bed, where he quickly adopted a sitting position that covered up, more or less, the very tall tent in his trousers...

Lez walked, blissfully ignorant of his partner's predicament, out of the washroom with a towel round his waist.

To be honest, the both of them weren't sure at all where their feelings lay. They alternated in and out of friendly company to almost-dating persona, but courtship was so faint and erratic an outsider could barely detect it at all. Sometimes they became blatant and brutal with it, with hugs and touches and playful perverted teasing, but they could just as easily brush it off as the stuff best friends would do to each other.

But they always referred to each other as 'best friends' with an unmistakable air of discomfort, because maybe they'd never been that in the first place...

Kal's eyes followed the younger, beautiful male like a hawk.

...Maybe there had always been too much innuendo in their relationship for that.

Kal watched as his friend picked out clothing from the suitcase, and walked around to the edge of the bed and flopped down beside him.

'Why...' Lenzarious eyed him curiously. '...Are you holding a pillow clutched to your chest?'

'Oh, wha-?' Kal laughed a bit nervously, hands releasing their vice grip. 'Nothing,' and he tossed the pillow away, folding his legs up - none too hastily, though. Thankfully the canine didn't mind and simply turned around, plugging in the hair dryer and turning the machine on. He turned, facing away from his green-furred friend, and his left hand held the dryer while the other clutched at the towel near his waist.

Kal was nearly overcome with need, and he didn't know why. Of course, he was glad to be in Lez's company 24/7, but over the years he'd cooled down his libido enough so that it was only when they were more horny and more suggestive that he'd ever get needy.

Either that, or when one of them did something particularly arousing, and that was when they often went crazy trying to suppress themselves.

And at this moment, he didn't know why they bothered repressing themselves, because God, it would feel so good just to...

urrgh.

bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts and mental images.

Kal allowed a little whine to escape the lips that he'd bit shut with teeth, because he knew the dryer would drown out his voice.

He knew he didn't get like this. He hardly ever got like this. I mean, obviously, lust was one thing, but this?...this was insane, mad, itching desire. Desire that can't be blamed all on libido, because even if he had seen a better looking body than the one he was sitting next too, he knew he wouldn't get so excited.

No...This little crazy urge was also partly to blame on the fact that he loved Lez.

Well, that was one revelation that could last Kal the rest of the day.

Lez turned to face him. 'Why are you staring at me?'

Ohshit. ' - what?'

'You're staring...'

'...I am.'

'Indeedy you are.' The teen leaned in, a curious smile twitching at his lips. 'OK, why.'

'...Because...' Kal's voice was oddly raw.

Lez nearly tsk'd in response, tongue clicking. And then that same tongue forked out to lick his lips mildly, before he turned back and resumed drying his blonde hair.

Right. Lez licking his tongue? ... That did it.

Hands reached out and grabbed Lez' shoulder, twisting him back onto the bed, while another hand wrenched away the hairdryer. And Kal barely remembered to turn it off before pinning this gorgeous young man's frame beneath his.

'...What the - fuck?'

Kal hid hiccup/giggle, Lez rarely used profanities as strong as this and he liked it. He leaned down, burying his muzzle in that messy mop of damp blond hair. 'Don't look at me...you asked for it.'

With that he kissed his cheek, an action that immediately caused a red flare to ignite under the other's skin and it showed, through his cheeks.

'Aah...So, so this was why... You were blushing that hard.'

'Oh. You noticed?'

'Yes I did and you know I did. But why? I mean, me walking out of the showers might be a bit eye-catching but...Is that really so ... ' He worked for the right word. 'I mean, why are you -?'

Kal bit his lip. Of all things, he was not going to mention the peeping through the glass door, not now of all times.

'Let's just say I got tired of waiting.'

Before Lez could reply, 'fair enough,' Kal kissed him again, this time on the lips, and he was shocked. The only other time this happened was when Kal was drunk and ...dear Lord, those lips...

And the kiss grew like a flame, blue and red, clashing respectively like into a purple flower. Which blossomed, so hot and liquid warm.

They could taste each other, and it tasted as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as coffee, with as many tangy bursts of passion as there were in a fruity sweet.

But then slowly Kal pulled out, leaving Lez now in a slight panting fit. Blue foggy eyes fluttered open, and Lez thought of saying something but didn't.

Which was just as well, because Kal had reached down and grabbed the other's slightly hard member.


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CLIFFHANGER! God, I am so evil~ <3