My gender is ma- I mean female.
Title: You Only Wish It Didn't Involve Sex {Short}
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Warnings: Ahahahaha... Fangirl!Megan and rampant shonen-ai.
They're not sure when it all started. Originally, Ai-kun always had his arm around Matt's shoulders. As the days passed, his arm magically moved downward of it's own free will. Two weeks and Ai-kun's arm settled comfortably around Matt's waist. Then Ai-kun's hand felt left out and crept into Matt's pocket.
Not only is Matt's skin more sensitive than Megan's, but Matt doesn't mind*. They say all roads lead to bed* anyways, so it was only a matter of time. When it finally did happen though, it was awkward, clumsy. There were no exploding stars (except for that self-destructing one that Megan placed in the living room) and none of that crazy stuff yaoi fangirls put into their stories. It was, simply put, awful.
Which should have stopped the whole thing right there, but that was before Megan sent a bottle of whipped cream to their room along with a long note full of lots and lots of cursing in several languages. Ai-kun figured that was a god-sent sign to never, ever let the girl anywhere near him again. The thousand word note had been composed of cursing, the word sex, the terms “uke” and “seme” (he wasn't clear on those, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be either), and the word sex with the occasional coherent sentence thrown in. He didn't want to take sex advice form a girl who not only was younger than him, but less experienced as well! Especially one who drew crude stick figures to demonstrate their point.
It couldn't be helped though. For some reason, a whip-cream covered Matt was so much more delectable than a Matt not covered in whip-cream. Ai-kun didn't even want to think about why Megan knew this. Or why she knew so many curses.
* Blatant reference to a later tale. But if you read that one first, this one would make less sense 'cause that one happens after this one! And yes, I do realize that isn't how the saying goes. Keep in mind that this is futuristic, please! (written for 30_originals)
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Warnings: Ahahahaha... Fangirl!Megan and rampant shonen-ai.
They're not sure when it all started. Originally, Ai-kun always had his arm around Matt's shoulders. As the days passed, his arm magically moved downward of it's own free will. Two weeks and Ai-kun's arm settled comfortably around Matt's waist. Then Ai-kun's hand felt left out and crept into Matt's pocket.
Not only is Matt's skin more sensitive than Megan's, but Matt doesn't mind*. They say all roads lead to bed* anyways, so it was only a matter of time. When it finally did happen though, it was awkward, clumsy. There were no exploding stars (except for that self-destructing one that Megan placed in the living room) and none of that crazy stuff yaoi fangirls put into their stories. It was, simply put, awful.
Which should have stopped the whole thing right there, but that was before Megan sent a bottle of whipped cream to their room along with a long note full of lots and lots of cursing in several languages. Ai-kun figured that was a god-sent sign to never, ever let the girl anywhere near him again. The thousand word note had been composed of cursing, the word sex, the terms “uke” and “seme” (he wasn't clear on those, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be either), and the word sex with the occasional coherent sentence thrown in. He didn't want to take sex advice form a girl who not only was younger than him, but less experienced as well! Especially one who drew crude stick figures to demonstrate their point.
It couldn't be helped though. For some reason, a whip-cream covered Matt was so much more delectable than a Matt not covered in whip-cream. Ai-kun didn't even want to think about why Megan knew this. Or why she knew so many curses.
* Blatant reference to a later tale. But if you read that one first, this one would make less sense 'cause that one happens after this one! And yes, I do realize that isn't how the saying goes. Keep in mind that this is futuristic, please! (written for 30_originals)