Amateurs(Lee/Gaara)

Students were filling the halls with mindless chatter. While plans for the upcoming prom dominated most of the chatter, plans for the night, party arrangements and a few dates were made as well. The giggling from the cheerleaders as the quarterback flexed his muscles were followed by equally excited screams. It was the usual Friday routine. Freedom was hanging in the air, and the students were lapping it up alongside the prospect of the upcoming summer break, and not to mention the senior prom. This year’s theme would be fairytales. The event would be stocked full of kings and queens, princess and princesses.. not to mention fairies and elves. And the popular girls and party planners were chattering excitedly, ignoring the first call from the school’s alarm.

In the bathroom, the school’s loser was given a bath in one of the toilets. The bullies holding his head under the water while he struggled for breath, desperately writhing as he clawed at their hands. This was his third dunk under, he was getting tired. His muscles burning in synch with his lungs. Tears mingling with the soiled water of the porcelain bowl. It wasn’t often they got this opportunity, seeing as this boy seldom could be found alone anymore. Ah, it was such a shame that recess was over. The main perpetrator heaved the boys head up from the bowl, snarling dangerously in his ear. “Tell your lapdog about this, and I’ll cut off an ear next time I see you. Got it?”

The loser only nodded brokenly.

At the second ring, the crowds were dissipating. And the bullies left the bathroom, howling, sending catcalls to some girls winking back at them.

And on the third ring the halls were clearing up. Doors being slammed behind the students as they returned to their dull work, eyes again glassy with daydreams. The broken boy lying on the bathroom floor nothing more than a joyful memory.

It was thirty minutes into the class, and a chair was being balanced on two legs as the owner tried to shift the blood flow in his ass. God, Gaara hated these fucking chairs. Teal eyes scanned the room with bored disinterest. Lingering over the three boys in the front for a couple of minutes more. He had been glaring at the fucking hooligans for the first twenty minutes, but had at last given up trying to burn a hole in their thick skulls. Something was up. He could feel it. Something with the way they had grinned his way when they entered the classroom. Not that he knew why, but he had a feeling it had something to do with him. ‘If they touched my car, I’ll kill em…’ Gaara glanced over to the window. Stupid really, since his car was parked in the parking lot on the backside of the school. Not the front. He glanced over to Kiba again, furrowing his non existing eyebrows. Kiba was smiling again, again in his direction… oh yeah. The mutt had definitely done something he’d regret as soon as Gaara found out what it was he had done.

The finals were over, so he didn’t really know why they all bothered to show anyway. Well… the class was only half full. The ones with a good enough attendance record to get away with it seemed to have chosen this day to go to the beach or one of the many parks of Konoha instead of sitting in a stuffy classroom listening to teachers giving them advice on which college they should enroll in, and how to do it.

Gaara had no choice but to show up.

He had been sent off to jail for three weeks during the first semester, and was paying for it now. His grades were perfect. But his attendance record was a different story. Besides, his supervisor as they so lovingly called his juvie parole officer, had made it very clear that he was expected to go to school every day, unless he was dying and hospitalized. Or else, he’d be spending the summer in some military strict camp, in addition to losing his apartment. ‘Fuck!’

It had been a minor glitch really, he hadn’t meant to hit so hard. It had just.. snapped. Gaara couldn’t really remember that much. Other than the blood on his hands, on the ground, smeared all over the other’s face. So much blood. It hadn’t been as bad as it looked like, the other had a broken nose and a badly twisted arm. One burst eye… Gaara could have made it worse. He had done worse in the past.. many times. The only problem this time.. was that the person he had hit, was the teacher. And the teacher had lost his eye sight on one eye.. oops.

Never a good idea.

No one had dared to even touch him after that. And Gaara was happy with that outcome. He hated people. All these preppy girls flaunting their stuff.. and the total dicks flexing and acting up. Like horny little roosters, trying to lay an egg. “Superficial assholes.”

He had been labeled as the school’s psycho pretty quick after he got into his first fight. Being a small kid, he was an easy target. Or so they had thought.

Fear had made them hate him.

He really didn’t care. At least they left him alone now. Whispering behind his back that he needed professional help. Rumors flourished about him being a mass murder, a heroin addict, a drug dealer, an animal hater and a half bred demon child. He often wondered what the next would be. Full-fledged demon with plans of causing the apocalypse? Maybe? He had even been contacted by a psychiatrist once, apparently a friend of a worried parent. It was clear that he wasn’t wanted in this perfect neighborhood.

But he didn’t care.. he had his best friend. He knew they were an odd couple. The school’s loser and psycho. They always went together, they did everything together

Lee and Gaara…

Gaara and Lee..

There couldn’t be one without the other, and people expected the second to be close behind the first. They really shouldn’t fit together.

But…

Lee was probably the only person that made Gaara feel like he was okay, almost like he could be happy. Could even make him laugh for no real reason. Hell, Gaara felt a smile floating to the front of his face just from thinking about his corky friend. Oh yes.. Lee deserved his mark as school nerd and loser. He was without a doubt a weird guy.. always wearing a green sweater or shirt, orange shoes and an equally orange wrist watch. He had this awful bowl cut hair style that he made Gaara do.. and those eyebrows. Wow! The biggest things ever. He had a joyous mood. Always smiling, laughing.. giving high fives and thumbs up to everyone. Not that anyone bothered to respond to those high fives. Not even Gaara. But he was still smiling, still yelling, pumping fists in the air.

Making sure to show that he had no social antennas what so ever at every opportunity he got, that’s what Gaara thought anyways.

It was a great mystery as to how the two of them got so close. No one in school knew that they had been raised at the same orphanage, that they had suffered from the abuse of the same parent figure in the same foster home for six whole weeks when they were eight. Six weeks in hell, before Lee had managed to escape and run back home to the orphanage. Crying with a split lip and several bruises covering his small body while he muttered out for help. Gaara was dying.. bleeding to death in the bathtub after their so called father had used a broken bottle to rape him with, the abuse had finally gone too far... and if it hadn’t been for Lee, one hell of a trauma team and surgery;-Gaara would have died.

Sadly, not long after that, they had gotten split up. Lee had been adopted by a kind man named Gai and his wife Anko. They had given him a good home, a good childhood.

While Gaara remained in the orphanage. No one wanted a kid that broken. He never smiled, never spoke. Except from when he got a visit from Lee and his family. Getting tidbits of a resemblance to a normal childhood, a normal home, whenever he got to spend the night, the weekend, over at Lee`s house. But when Lee wasn’t around, no one managed to get through to him. All he ever did was study martial arts and train. He was never going to get so weak again, never was he going to depend on anyone like he had depended on Lee that one time ever again.

Gaara growled, letting his chair fall back on all four legs with a loud bang before he smacked his ruler against his desk. Kiba was fast to turn his head back to the scribbles on the blackboard. He really didn’t like the way Kiba’s smirk lingered, and he really didn’t like the nervous look Naruto sent his friend. Blue eyes flickering to the back, widening before turning fast forward again.

What the hell had they been up to? It couldn’t have anything to do with Lee, could it? Lee shouldn’t be in school today, said he wouldn’t show anyways. He had a convention he was planning to go to with Gai. They were planning to dress as the incredible Hulk.

Both of them..

Gaara shuddered. He had gracefully declined his invite when they had asked him to come with them. Just the double nice guy pose was enough to make Gaara’s intestines flinch whenever he thought about it, and the nice guy pose in a hulk outfit-bushy eyebrows and all. Gaara shook his head to clear the image.

No, it probably didn’t have anything to do with Lee. Then it had to be about his car. Teal eyes glanced out the window again, annoyed with the knowledge that he couldn’t see his car from this side of the building. If that dog prick and his friends had so much as gotten a fingerprint on it, he’d make soup from their intestines. He was about to turn his head when he caught something green in his peripheral vision. ‘Lee?’ Getting up from his seat with an angry screech from his chair as he shoved it back. He moved fast to the window, leaning slightly out to get a better view. And sure enough. Under the large willow in the grass riddled courtyard sat his best friend. He looked horrible. His jeans had a tear in them. White skin showing through the open gash in the black fabric. His face was drenched, water running from his black hair. It was hard to tell from so far away;- but it looked like he was crying. Or trying to stop crying anyways.

The teacher was trying to tell Gaara to “Sit back in your seat, now please”.
Most teachers were afraid to make Gaara do anything, this one was no exception. Mr. Umino’s voice didn’t carry that angry edge it usually held with any of the other teenagers. He was promptly ignored.

Gaara was in front of the class in no time.

The brunet crashed to the ground with a startled yell, his chair tipping over as Gaara rushed him, his fist connecting with Kiba’s jaw, nose, eye, jaw again. Gaara used his whole body weight to get enough strength behind his lashes, really trying to hurt the other. Blood was running from Kiba’s face by the time Naruto and Shikamaru had managed to pull the raging redhead off. Gaara had no problem kicking Naruto in the shin hard enough to make him loosen his grip, swirling around to land a punch to Shikamaru’s jaw before he rushed out from the classroom. Running down the grey hallways of the school. Sprinting down the stairs.

Lee was rounding the corner when Gaara saw him, obviously heading for the parking lot. He probably had his scooter parked there. “Lee!” The boy whipped around, panic rushing through his brown eyes before he hid it with a bright smile. Stopping to wave. “Hi Gaara!” He probably knew he couldn’t trick Gaara, but he tried. Putting on his cheerful mask, trying to hide what had happened even though he was dripping wet. He hated it when Gaara got violent, and would often try to hide it whenever the bullies managed to get him cornered.

Gaara always found out. Lee was a terrible liar.

“Lee... drop the act, what happened?”

Lee let out a heavy sigh, changing directions. Heading toward a bench standing just outside the school grounds, a little ways in between some trees. Facing the large park next to the school. Students, from the college next door, that either didn’t have any classes or were possibly skipping them were sitting scattered over the green grass on little blankets or bed sheets. Lapping at the sun while they drank from bottles hidden inside brown paper bags while they grilled hot dogs.

He sat down on the bench, allowing his shoulders to slump. He knew there was no point keeping up the pretenses around Gaara, he could see the bloodstained knuckles of his friend. Could see where little rivers of blood still ran ever so slowly from the shallow gashes where the skin had burst from a heavy impact;- most likely with either Naruto or Kiba’s jaw. He took the hand in his and rubbed the blood over pale skin, making little circles. “Does it hurt?”

Gaara sighed. Pulling his hand back. He didn’t like to be touched. Lee knew this, so he didn’t protest. “No. It felt damned good. I hate it when they do this to you.” He wanted to ask why Lee let them do this to him, why he didn’t fight back, even if they were three? Why he didn’t come to him.? But he knew the answer. Lee didn’t believe in violence. Hated blood… hated conflicts. He was too kind for his own good.

They sat there on the bench for a while. Just enjoying each others company. Small smiles finding their lips whenever their eyes met, glancing up to take in the view of half naked bodies sunbathing. The laughing faces of strangers as they took a break from life making the place seem almost magical. Yeah, everything was as it should be between them. Gaara smiled and lay down on the bench, resting his head in Lee’s lap. Wincing when he felt wetness moisten his red locks. Shit. He had forgotten that Lees pants were still wet. Lee laughed as Gaara sat abruptly back up again. His smile widening when he heard his usually silent friend mutter “It’s not funny..” a smile lacing those words.

Lee had taken a shower in one of the gym showers. To rinse the soiled toilet water out, but he hadn’t had any towels, so he had just pulled on his clothes while still being wet, so now he was soaked to the bone. Gaara had given him his sweater, so that the raven wouldn’t get sick. But it wasn’t cold, not even in the cool shadow. Lee had put his own shirt on the ground, just inside the golden patch of sun slipping in between the treetops, letting the warmth dry it.

“Gaara?”

The red head sat cross-legged on the bench, facing Lee, nodding to indicate that he was paying attention. A dandelion getting slaughtered, pedal for tiny pedal, in his nimble hands.

“Are you planning on going to prom?”

Gaara frowned, his fingers stopping for a second in picking apiece the little yellow weed. “……………No….”

“Mh…”

‘Fuck’ Gaara knew Lee wanted to go. He always had a stronger need to get along with the rest of the school, he had this need to get accepted. It always made Gaara’s heart sink a little every time Lee wasn’t invited to a party everyone else was invited too. Even Gaara had gotten invited to some parties. Mostly by girls that liked the whole “mysterious bad boy” image he had going. He never told Lee that. And he never told Lee that he sometimes went. He went just to get drunk and fight. Lee really didn’t need to know that.

“Do you really want to go Lee?”

“No..it’s not really the prom. It’s….. I don’t know. This is stupid really.” A deep blush crept over Lee’s ears, and he looked down shyly, fiddling desperately with the hem of Gaara’s sweater. “It’s like the whole world has flown past me. And this sounds so cliché.. but high school will be over in a little over a week, and I haven’t done anything. Not really. I’m still.. just Lee.”

Gaara nodded, even though he didn’t really understand what Lee was getting at.

“ I mean.. I haven’t even had a girlfriend. I haven’t even had one single date. Not one.. I haven’t been to any parties. I mean.. I’m still a friggin virgin. And what happened to us as kids don’t fucking count. Even if I know you think that. But it doesn’t. That wasn’t sex…” The words were coming fast, Gaara suspected them to be coming straight through the mouth without taking the roundtrip into Lee’s brain before they were let out into the wild. Lee never talked about those weeks when they were kids.

“You want a girl?”

“Yes! No! I don’t know what I want. I just want it. I mean.. I haven’t even kissed anyone. I have no idea how it feels to have soft lips pressed against mine. And I’m almost eighteen…”

Gaara snickered. “Well, you could always pay Ino or Sakura.. lord knows those hoes won’t say no to money.”

A sad laugh left Lee, the nice shade of red that had occupied his face since this conversation started turning a more distinct red.. “ I already offered Sakura 50$ for a kiss…”

“And…”

“…and she said yes, I gave her the money, she kissed my cheek and left.” It hadn’t really happened that way. But Lee hadn’t gotten his kiss, and Sakura had gotten her money, so it really didn’t matter how it all went down. Gaara didn’t need to know that she had hit him in the gut. Lee had had a crush on the girl since first grade, and he would hate for her to get hurt. Or at least.. he had used to have a crush on her. Now, he wasn’t so sure anymore. The girl had turned into a real feisty one, and she was always mean to him. Always sending him snide remarks and acting like a regal bitch whenever her girlfriends, as she called them, came around. And she was dating the school’s(gay) quarter back (that was fucking Naruto on the side), Sasuke Uchiha. Oh yeah.. the whole school knew. Lee figured she knew too. She was just too damned proud to admit it. He had made the mistake of trying to tell her once… it had been a total disaster. She had told Sasuke, who in turn told Naruto… who beat Lee up.

“Good..”

Lee felt a sliver of anger creep over him. Good? Gaara thought it was good that Sakura had tricked him? Laughed at him? “Good?”

“Yeah.. at least now you still have a first kiss to give away.” Gaara shrugged. He felt really uncomfortable talking about stuff like this, even with Lee. Especially with Lee. “I mean, a first kiss, a first blowjob, a first fuck. I don’t know. It should be with someone special.”

Lee didn’t say anything to that. But a smile crept over his face, reaching his brown eyes, filling his face. “Yes.. you’re right. It should.. you realize that sounded totally cliché right?”

“Fuck you Lee..it’s true isn’t it? Besides… everything in high school is a fucking cliché.” Gaara stared at the naked dandelion lying in his palm. He wanted to shred the stem too, but that would get that sticky white stuff all over his fingers, and possibly on his clothes. He bent down and picked another one. Gingerly picking apiece the petals. He didn’t notice Lee staring at him.

“Gaara?”

“Mh..”

“Have you kissed anyone?”

What was it with Lee and stupid questions today? “……..No…”

“Would you mind kissing a boy?”

Gaara frowned, not looking up from his work with the yellow weed. He really felt confused now. But would he? Mind kissing a boy.. no, not really. Not anymore than he would mind kissing a girl. Not that he wanted to. “Why?”

Lee was looking down when Gaara glanced over to him. Brown eyes met teal for a second, igniting a new round of blushing. “ Well, you said that the first kiss should be with someone special right?”

Panic filled Gaara’s gut. He had a sneaking suspicion as to where this conversation was going. His mouth suddenly felt dry. “………….Yes…”

“Well.. I mean. Would you mind kissing me?”

“You want me to give you your first blowjob too?” Gaara had meant for it to sound like a joke, but something happened to his mouth, his throat when he said it. Somehow it sounded a lot more serious than he had meant for it to sound. ‘Shit.’ and Lee was looking at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. “It was a joke Lee..”

“Oh..” Was that disappointment he saw there? Gaara swallowed, letting out a breath of air he hadn’t realized he was holding, shaking his head. “You’re serious about the kiss, aren’t you?”

“Would you mind?” Lee was searching for a hole in the ground that simply refused to show itself. Oh god, this was so embarrassing. He wanted to take it all back. He really did. But it was too late now. The cat was out of the bag, and Lee had somehow managed to pull it’s tail on the way out. Gaara was almost finished picking apart the second dandelion before he let out a heavy breath, smiling while shaking his head. Laughing softly while he said “You really are a corky one, aren’t you Lee.” Before he untangled his legs so that he had one on each side of the bench and scooted closer. “One kiss… ”

There was a tornado whirling through Lee’s lungs, pulling out all the air, making his heart rattle along with his tummy. His mouth was suddenly dry. Gaara was so close, so very, very close. His sweet breath washing over Lee’s upper lip. Teal eyes looking expectantly at him, the color even more amazing at the close distance. And then there was softness. Moist lips pressing against his. The tornado tore loose, making Lee press himself closer, whimpering as he gripped fire red hair. Tugging gently, tilting his head. He didn’t even have to think, it all came so natural. When they both opened their mouths to let the others slick muscle enter. Lee mapped out Gaara’s mouth with his tongue, reveling in the fact that Gaara’s tongue felt cool against his. And he tasted just like Lee knew he would. Of cinnamon. So perfect. Gaara would pull back every few second;-sometimes suckling Lee’s tongue into his mouth, sometimes just licking at his lips before he glided against him. Lee just let the other lead, while he stroked his hands up Gaara’s strong back. Smiling into the kiss when Gaara giggled. Giggled into the kiss. Obviously ticklish on the skin covering his ribs, where Lee would let his fingers slither, making little patterns. . The kiss was sloppy and desperate but at the same time shy and tantalizing.

And. Oh gods, Lee wanted so much more. He could feel himself harden, just from the kiss. Just from the little sounds Gaara made against him. The way Gaara stroked fingers through his hair. He felt a whimper leave his mouth when Gaara finally leaned back, panting lightly. Eyes clouded. “T-that was..” Lee struggled to find his words. “That was..”
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It was a new thing with them. But every time they met they would end up like this. Sitting on Gaara’s sofa-bed, in his little one bedroom apartment, kissing. Gently touching. Whatever tv-show showing on the LCD screen forgotten. It was addicting, the feel of the other, the taste, smell. They hadn’t gone any further though, just some fondling. Clumsy hands drifting over shivering flesh, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Everything was awkward and new. So very arousing. Gaara’s dick felt so warm in Lee’s hand, the way it pulsated in his palm.

Gaara had never expected that first kiss to develop into something like this. It was meant to be a little peck on the lips. But the second he had felt Lee so close, those strong but safe arms holding him. He just couldn’t resist taking it further then it was ever supposed to go. He had felt so warm, so secure. It really shouldn’t be a surprise. Lee had always been the only person he tolerated being around. The only person he could trust. So why shouldn’t he share this with him? When Lee obviously wanted it too…

But a worry kept floating to the front of his mind whenever he was alone again, when Lee had left after a visit.. and they had spent most of the day playing video games, watching anime while joking around and stuffing themselves with pizza or noodles, depending on their budget for the day. But for the last hour or so they would kiss, and touch… boldly testing the others limit. Gaara had came once in his boxers when Lee jerked him off. It had been so embarrassing, but then Lee was coming too… minutes later. And they had only laughed about it. Kissing again. Lee telling Gaara that it would be alright.

Gaara didn’t know what Lee had meant by that. But he hoped that maybe Lee could read him good enough to see his worry. And it was so silly. Gaara wasn’t supposed to be like this. Somehow, he had turned into the girl in the relationship. Relationship, Gaara wasn’t too sure what he should call it. But it had certainly developed into something more than just friendship. For him anyways, he was worrying that maybe Lee just saw it as experimenting. A simple way to get what he had wanted so desperately in the park that day. To get to live a little. To get laid. Gaara knew it was so stupid. He did.

But still.. he worried that maybe Lee had misunderstood something, and thought that they were just having fun;- and they were. But Gaara wanted more. Much more.

He just didn’t have the guts to say it.

Afraid to lose his only friend if he did.

And that left him feeling like a coward. But somehow.. when the moment came, when they were both sick of playing video games or bored of the tv-shows, he just couldn’t get himself to care enough to not kiss back. Hell, he would straddle Lee’s lap just to get attention when he was getting bored, before Lee put down his controller. Often starting with Lee’s eyebrows, kissing them gently before he lifted that heavy bang with his hand, kissing the forehead hidden under there. Letting Lee see a wisp of a smile before he leaned in to kiss those grinning lips. Loving the feel of Lee’s strong hands on his narrow hips.

But now they had planned to go all the way. So silly, and embarrassing…on prom night, when everyone else was dressing up as magical beings or fantasy royalty, hoping to get laid in the after party. Lee was going to buy lube on his way over. Lube and potato chips, and maybe a frozen pizza. They wouldn’t bother with condoms, since they were both virgins.

Gaara’s palms felt sweaty.

His apartment was a small one. The sofa acting like as a bed. Gaara seldom bothered to pull it out and sleep on it like he was meant to. Usually he just tucked a pillow under his head and curled under a blanket. But he had pulled it out today. The bed took up most of the living space. The end touching the TV stand. His walls were a deep red, with band posters, various stickers and holes from his throwing knife littering them. The kitchen was in the corner. A small refrigerator covered in used concert tickets and Snapple caps. “All porcupines float in water.” Standing next to his sink and stove. There were two cabinets hanging on the wall where he could put food and different kitchen utilities.

The place was tiny, the only additional room was his bathroom. So cramped, you had to almost sit on the toilet when you took a shower. Almost. A shower curtain with little green turtles on it, courtesy of Lee, the only thing that kept the towels hanging on a rack on the wall dry. But Gaara liked it. It was his own. He had moved in when he started high school. Gai and Anko had helped him get the place at such a young age, but a social worker had to keep an eye on him and his grades for him to keep the place. That, and he had to work two nights a week at Gai’s auto shop. So he could buy food and other necessities. It was a tight budget. But he managed.

Gaara startled when he heard the front door open. Lee’s nervous “It’s just me..” making him jump in his seat on the bed. ‘Should I undress? Should I go greet him? Should I stand or sit? Why the hell am I so nervous? It’s just Lee for fucks sake..’ The red head’s nervous mood vanished however when
Lee came stumbling in the door with a red rose in one hand, the groceries in the other. Gaara felt like rolling his eyes. “Lee...” He whined. “I’m not some girl… “

Lee blushed and looked down. “I know… it’s just that. I don’t know. I wanted to give you something. Besides today is two weeks since we got together. And I wanted to show you that I care. Besides, everyone should like flowers. And it’s red and beautiful, like you..”

Gaara felt his brow twitch. “I’m red?”

“Your hair is..” Lee smiled, his eyes saying it all `You’re cute when you pout’, He knew better than to say that out loud, he knew Gaara understood the look on his face. “Just…take it, please. For me?”

Gaara took the rose, hesitantly, and put it down in the window sill. Not bothering to put it in water. “You mean what you said? We’re together?”

“Um, yeah…” Lee blushed slightly, red clouds dusting his cheeks, creeping up his neck. “I mean, do you want to? I thought so. Didn’t you?” By gods, his heart was hammering in his chest. He knew they hadn’t agreed on anything, not officially. But he really wanted more from Gaara.

His heart stopped when Gaara just smiled and shook his head before he tugged his sweater over his head. Revealing a pale chest, thin but lean muscles stretched long under that baby soft skin. Lee could never stop getting amazed at just how soft Gaara felt in his arms. So lithe and fragile. He knew he wasn’t, but all that silken skin.. by gods, Lee could probably stroke it, pet it all day and never tire. And now he was going to get to see it all. Red hair came out tussled from the sweater. Teal eyes looking at him with a playful but shy look. Long, nimble fingers swiping down a rippling eight pack. “Did you get the lube? Or were you too busy shopping flowers for your boyfriend?”

“Really?” Lee beamed, forgetting everything as he rushed Gaara. Knocking him over while laughing loud. Kissing him hard, his smile too wide for a real kiss. The soft laughter coming from Gaara made a pack of butterflies rush up Lee’s abdomen. Had he ever felt this happy?

His happiness died a little, getting replaced by nervousness when Gaara started tugging at his sweater, trying to pull it up. “I want you…” whispered softly in his ear. Tickling the fine hairs there. But he must have noticed Lee’s hesitation, because he stopped mid-motion. With Lee’s hands still standing straight up, bowl cut messy, hands covered in green fabric. “You still want this today, right?”

Lee nodded dumbly, letting Gaara undress him. He was too stunned to do anything else than stare at his lover, slowly undressing him. Pulling of his socks, his jeans..briefs. And then that red head was kissing his ankles. Teal eyes glancing up, smiling confidently when he spotted Lee’s growing erection. “Ready for your first blowjob?”

The tornado was back.

Gaara’s mouth still felt cool against him, like it always did. Cooler now that it was gently engulfing his dick. That wet tongue licking his most sensitive area so sloppily. It was the most amazing feeling Lee had ever felt, and his stomach was churning into that familiar tight knot already, only seconds after Gaara took his dick into his mouth. They were both inexperienced, neither had a clue to what they were supposed to be doing. Or, they had a general idea that they had gotten from late night porn and the internet. But they had never put it into practice. And they were both too shy to admit to the other that they had watched that… late night porn that is.

They were clumsy as they kissed, Lee tasting himself in Gaara’s mouth. He felt dizzy and calm and happy and sated and perfect and he really didn’t know what could top this. But he had a sneaking suspicion that the feeling of Gaara’s tight ass clamping around his dick; those silken walls milking him - would feel better than anything else in the whole fucking universe. Gods, he was happy he had had an orgasm already. Hopefully, he’d manage to get Gaara off too. He was worried he’d blow the second he entered his little redhead though. And he knew that anal penetration could hurt without the proper preparation. He smiled into the kiss, nibbling on Gaara’s lip before he rolled them over, holding Gaara’s thin wrists in his hands.

Pale, Gaara was so very pale against the black bedding. So fucking beautiful- Lee felt his eyes water. He couldn’t believe he was so lucky, to have this boy love him, trust him. Gaara, the untouchable Gaara who hated to be touched, hugged and showed affection towards;- was letting him do just that. Lee made sure to touch every twitching muscle, to glide his hands over every patch of delicate, pale skin.

He couldn’t decide on what he loved most, the sounds Gaara made, small moans and whimpers, whispers of Lee’s name falling from slightly ajar lips. Or the way the red beauty would arch against him with every suck or lick he gave the hard dick in his mouth. He smiled mischievously, moving further down, suckling the heavy sack into his mouth. Teal eyes lolling back, as a hand shot down into black hair. “Lee… ahhh, fuck.. yes!” Lee smiled again. Moving further down, letting his tongue twirl around the pink pucker.

Gaara stopped moving. Breathing. “Lee.. w-what. aAhngh… shit, what are you doing?”

“Shh… just relax, I’m preparing you.” Lee smiled, placing a hand on Gaara’s stomach, pushing him gently back down. Gaara glared down at him, but he let himself fall back down. Tingling heat rushing through his spine when Lee suddenly slipped a wet index finger inside him. It felt amazing. So foreign from anything else he had ever felt, but still so fucking good. And then Lee was licking a wet line up his dick, coating it with saliva before he took the mushroom head into his mouth. Suckling it, dipping his tongue into the slit.

Distracted from the fireflies rushing through his system, making heat engulf his spine. Making a hard knot form in his stomach. Gaara didn’t notice it when Lee added a second finger. A third.

Melons, the room smelled too heavily of melons. Gaara frowned, he was about to speak, but his sentence was pushed back by a small moan just as Lee brushed that spot again with his fingers. Gaara took a deep breath through his nose, noting that his mouth felt slack. “W-what`s that smell? P-please tell me you didn’t buy scented lube…” Gaara almost yelled when Lee answered him by taking all of him inside his mouth, rubbing his nose in the red curls at the base, before he bobbed back up. While at the same time wiggling his fingers. Making stars erupt behind Gaaras eyes. White specks dancing on the ceiling.

“Oh god, stop.. you need to stop.” But Lee didn’t stop. He just doubled his efforts, and Gaara had the time to dimly wonder where Lee had learned to suck cock like this before the stars came back. Lee abusing his prostate. It took one more of those deep sucks and Gaara was screaming silently, arching his back while he dug his heels into the mattress. “aaHhhAah.. Lee!”

He was still breathing hard when he felt Lee kiss his neck sloppily, feeling a hot tongue lick just behind his ear, hear how Lee took a deep breath. Sampling his scent. And then there was something nudging against his stretched pucker. And oh god, oh god. It hurt. It really did. Almost enough to make Gaara regret agreeing to being on the bottom the first time. But Lee was whispering corny things into his ear. Things Lee should know pissed Gaara off. But Gaara couldn’t seem to mind, and if he were to admit it to himself;- which he didn’t, he kinda liked hearing it. Those soft whispers of affection and fluffy feelings. Even the small reference to youthful bliss made little butterflies mingle with the fireflies who had obviously returned.

Because now Lee was rocking into him. Lustful eyes staring at Gaara. And it felt like heaven and hell all at the same time. First now he noticed that he had wrapped his legs around Lee’s hips. And Lee was pumping his dick clumsily while he held himself with a shaky hand planted right next to Gaara’s sweaty locks. Gaara moaned, arching again. Oh yes.. it was feeling better now. And he felt that knot form again.

Gaara didn’t know it. But he looked like something ethereal, divine… Lee had no idea what do describe it as. But the way those teal eyes looked so heavy to hold open, and the way that soft mouth hung slightly ajar while little moans and whimpers escaped that pale throat. Oh god. Red hair was sticking to Gaara’s damp forehead, the love tattoo visible where Lee had brushed the hair away. He loved that tattoo.. that mark of love. He was the one who had put it there.. well, kind of. He had drawn it on when they were kids once, with a pen. And Gaara, the crazy bastard had went and carved it out with a knife, ripping of small strips of flesh- so that it wouldn’t vanish, so that he wouldn’t forget. It had made Lee so angry, but so damned proud too at the same time. He hadn’t known whether to yell at, or hug his crazy friend. (He had done both) and now that scar tattoo was looking at him from a pleasure filled face, Gaara looking nothing like he used to. Gone was the bitter and angry boy hating the world and everything in it. ‘Replaced by an angel of cupid himself’. A mewl left those kiss swollen lips , making the tight knot in Lee’s stomach churn and twist again.

He was trying so hard to hold back. But he was too close. So when Gaara suddenly screamed and arched of the bed under him, digging his blunt nails into Lee’s back while his eyes lulled back ;-Lee was helpless to the wave of euphoria rushing through him from head to toe and back up again.
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It was a new thing with them. But every time they met, they would end up like this. Sweaty and happy, sore and sated.