B/A

The theater was empty.

Not really unusual given the time of day that it currently was but it left Brian practically alone in the dark with the boy whom he’d been worrying about for weeks. It had been a tumultuous time for the youth even as he showed up on Brian’s sixteenth birthday, begging for a place to stay.

Brian said yes.

From then on they’d gotten into the habit of being together, talking to each other like longtime friends.

It had given him hope.

And now as they had been doing every other day since the start of summer the boys sat together in the back row, at Aaron’s insistence. It had been nice how willing Brian had been to take a few hours out of his days just to hang out together. But he’d been starting to feel as if he were a pet project.

Aaron had been trying ever since that day that he turned up at Brian’s house to hint, to direct and to capture Brian’s attention. Even his kid sister had caught on, confronting him one day about his crush on her big brother. He honestly didn’t know whether to be amused or disturbed when she threatened to chop off his junk if he made a misstep with Brian.

Not like he was particularly attached to it... or any other part of his body for that matter. And likely much like everything else on his body, when he changed it would come back, same as it ever had.

He’d already tried to loose fingers that way... something small that he could work up to finding some reason to have his limbs removed, the foreign phantom things which were so very alien to him despite their always having been there. He’d fantasized before of having them removed, of having someone care for him after they were gone.

Before it had always been some faceless man, strong and with nice hands. Then he’d met Brian... and a whole new world opened up. The faceless man was faceless no more, his skin had become a rich chocolate in colour, and his face was now Brian’s. Every night he slept, within that house. Every night he dreamed of being taken like a doll, no limbs with which to resist as Brian pounded into his ass until his world exploded in stars of pleasure.

Just the memory of it made him blush madly.

But that was a dream, and here in reality he Brian sat beside him in this far back row, as some old movie that he didn’t care anything about played. He’d waited for Brian to pick up the signals, to accept or reject his desires, but even after these several weeks had passed he felt as if nothing had changed. As if nothing would change at all, unless he took a much more direct approach to it.

Brain sat, as he always did in these movies, slightly back with his chair at an incline and relaxing with his feet resting on the little push out foot rest of the theater seats. For all the world he looked a big satisfied cat. That the two were here again as usual brought a small smile to Aaron’s face.

Aaron on the other hand was all nervous energy, his fingers fidgeting, his own stance in the seat hunched over as he wrung his hands.

“...” he began, and never ended. For a while he’d been watching Brian instead of the screen, as if trying to figure something out.

“I though you wanted to see this movie?” Brian suddenly asked, leaving Aaron to blush a bright hue. “You’re paying me closer attention than you are it. I think... Aaron did you have something you wanted to say to me?”

The whole time butterflies had fluttered about within his belly, Aaron found himself pinned by the question. “I... yeah.”

Brian leaned forward in his chair, and nodded in silent understanding.

“You know... you know I really like you right.” Aaron bit off quickly, even in the dark his face lit with red... pale finger trembling at the sudden rush of adrenaline as the butterflies in his stomach seemed to simply multiply.

Brain’s face remained stoic, expressionless. “Yes. I remember the kiss.”

It was hard to tell his exact expression in the darkness for the elder smaller boy, but the sound of his voice made it clear that there was embarrassment involved.

“Brain… It’s been driving me crazy. I... just don’t know. I have feelings for you, and they won’t go away. I’ve tried burying them. I’ve tried running away. But you were always there for me when I really needed you.” He leans up against Brian’s shoulder, placing his head against Brian’s chest. “I think... I think that I’m in love with you. And maybe… maybe you can love me too.”

An arm wrapped itself about his smaller shoulders, pulling him closer. “Look... Aaron. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m not ready for a commitment like this. I care about you and I don’t want to get you hurt. I’m not particularly attracted to you... but I enjoy your company, I like hanging out with you. I like, I think, that you like me... I haven’t exactly been fair to you.”

“That’s an understatement, you tell me things like that, and hold me close. You don’t want me... but you don’t want to give me up. You’ve been stringing me along Brian. Even if you aren’t really physically attracted to me, I know you’ve been thinking about it.” He clings to Brian, making himself comfortable under that arm. “I want to try something.”

“What exactly?”

“Well... I, I kinda want to give you a blowjob... ok...” Aaron blurted out, completely unsure of how to proceed. “Please don’t say no Brain... You owe me at least this much.”

“I just don’t want to make things uncomfortable between us.” Brian answered, kissing his forehead lightly.

“I’m already in limbo. Always here close enough to touch you... but never able to get any more than that. I’m tired of that Brian. I want you inside of me at least once.” Aaron’s words were fierce as he reached down and began to lightly massage Brian’s crotch.

“Doing that’s just going to make things more complicated than they need to be Aaron... that isn’t what you want.” His larger hand settled upon Aaron’s own, though Aaron refused to let go of his grip on Brian’s crotch.

“It’s already complicated, from the time I asked, it’s more complicated that it was before. Not letting me do this won’t change that. But at least... as least I won’t regret not having been intimate with you.” The boy laid his head upon Brian’s broad shoulder, watching intently as his dark skinned companion shuffled about, somewhat uncomfortable as he contemplated an answer.

“You… really want this? Here? Now?” Brian asked, as if groping for a million reasons why not... unwilling to simply deny the boy everything that he desired outright.

“I like it here... I... don’t think I’m that comfortable in your house just yet. At least not till you finish moving out of your dad’s place. Besides... It’s nice here, dark, quiet. And we’ve spent a lot of time here together. Just you and me.” Aaron spoke softly, his finger circling the other boy’s chest in a slight motion. “It’s as good a place as any for us to do this.”

“But I... Aaron... I’m not gay.” His large hand reached over, cupping the older boy’s face gently as he did. “I look at you and I don’t feel that kind of thrill. It’s just not happening man… I want to be here for you... I wish I could be what you wanted. But I’m not... I’m just not attracted to you like that. I can’t give you what it is you want...”

His fingers grip lightly the older boy’s cheek, only to come away wet. A tear.

“I know... I know you don’t feel that way for me, but... you owe me at least a chance to try.” Aaron speaks, his voice is quiet, hard to hear even in the proximity which they share. The movie’s dialogue loud, yet forgotten in the background. “You owe me at least a chance, just a chance... If... if I can move you... make you want to... then at least maybe you can consider it. You and me. I don’t want anything else at all no entanglements no mess. I won’t complain I’ll do everything you want me to.” His voice broke, begging, pleading for a chance, a hope. “I’ll be anything you want me to...”

Brian could hardly even look him in the eye. But his head found its rest against the others, face scrunched into a grimace. “This is so wrong...” He whispered, his hand still placed against the other boy’s cheek. Then without another word, he guided Aaron’s face to his own, eyes closed tight as lips met lips.

Aaron’s eyes had not dried of tears, even as he returned the kiss, his own lips desperate in their endeavor. With the fervor of one driven he pressed in, sliding lips and tongue against lips and tongue in fervent admiration. The boy trying with everything he knew to impress his partner with the desire which he himself felt, with the urgent need which he could not help but exude. Aaron kissed his companion with everything he had, unable to let go of the sensation of their lips pressed together as Brian gave in to his demands.

“It can’t be wrong... It’s too good to be wrong... Please. I want you.” His fingers glided against the younger boy’s face, his pale skin a brilliant contrast against the dark; his voice less than a whisper. “Please want me too...”

Their lips meet again, this time with more passion. Aaron had given up his life, had left something hard and dark; a lifetime of propaganda, of fear and false hopes. A tided of hate that had been imbedded in every aspect of his life, which would have drowned another, he’d found his way though, swam above the dark currents.

He deserved happiness.

And with every moment of their lips joined in sacred bliss... Brian  could not help but think that maybe this brave guy who’d wormed his way into his life, maybe he could let himself be the happiness which Aaron had earned, if only for a while.

Brian didn’t protest even as he felt the gentle insistence of a hand at his crotch, the feeling of fingers softly probing and caressing his hardening organ. Soon the fly was down, as Aaron worked his way inside, each touch gentle and deliberate. Each one further arousing his partner’s ardor. Soon palm and fingers wrapped their way about the younger’s engorging member, stroking in a rising rhythm as he pleasured his companion with lips and hands.

His lips pull away leaving him eye to eye with the young man whose cock he gripped with a gentle firmness in hand, watching his face closely for its every movement, his smooth palms and eager thumb teasing the throbbing heat of Brian’s length.

Aaron hated his power, it was true. But for all that he disliked what he became, he understood it, reveled in it. The conflict within him had pushed him to experiment, even though briefly with what the wriggling fungal form could do... he knew certain details of his transformation made for... interesting uses.

One such fact was that as he allowed the transformation to take him, that nervous energy which changed him from man, into something... other... it in turn gave him some advantages. As he changed, his skin always became slicker, smoother. Just beginning the transformation made his skin ever more akin to the variably frictionless surface of his altered form.

A fact which even as his tongue slipped between the lips of another man and his palm worked at the tall proud shaft of his partner, his skin slickened, its surface becoming ever more slippery as it paled, the fungal transformation leaving it a stark white in the process.

Brian’s hardness slid against slick white palms, his lover becoming more and more insistent even as the two continued to make out, with every moment they explored each other the older boy pushed a little further emboldened with every touch. Time was lost as the two suckled hard at each other’s lips, Brian’s hips beginning to buck into smooth slippery palms, soft to the touch as they stimulated him steadily.

Both pairs of lips part in a moan of pleasure, a trail of saliva breaking between them.

“How does that feel?” Aaron grins, excitement twinkling in his eyes at the prospect of so profoundly affecting his partner.

“Fuck...” Brian replies steadily, breath ragged about the edges even as he tried and failed to maintain a veneer of calm. “Ok... ok... better than I expected. You’re getting better with your powers.”

“Brian...” Aaron whispered into his ear, licking lightly at the outer curve. “I just want to make you feel good... please just don’t deny me. I love you...”

“I know… *gasp*... but I’m trying to be fair to you.” Brian spoke, even as his scrotum tightened and his cock began to twitch. “You know I care for you... but it’s not love... not like what you deserve.”

“I don’t care.” Aaron’s impassioned plea was sudden and fierce. “I just want to be with you... I don’t care about anything else. I don’t care if you don’t want me like I want you... I don’t care if you never can. I’ll stay by your side until you throw me away. I’ll be anything you want me to be, anything you need.”

His fingers curled about the younger boy’s length forming a tightened ring about the base of his phallus even as his free fingers groped and stroked the now tight scrotum as it pumped, trying hard to push for release. He would not let it happen, not yet. Not before he could taste his lover heady hot against his tongue.

One more kiss. Lips touching lightly in stroked desire, then Aaron pulled back, flicking away awkward strands of hair from his eyes as he smiled once more at the boy of his dreams, then bent his head down into Brian’s lap.

Carefully his tongue lashed out, its soft length touching tentatively against the spongy tip of his lover’s straining erection. Slowly he let it slide against the turgid skin, leaving a warm trail of slick saliva as he worked. Faster and faster his tongue and lips began to get involved, placing kisses and nips along the tightly gripped arousal.

It tasted of light salt and skin, smelt of faint but undeniable musk.

It was odd, yet not at all unpleasant.

The taste, the scent, the feel of it drove on the parahuman as he sampled his first taste of another man’s cock. It felt strange, soft yet firm, almost immobile, yet there was the soft pulse of blood rushing through its turgid length. Carefully Aaron stretched his lips about the large member and guided it down unto the back of his throat. For a moment he paused then carefully swallowed. It fit, almost uncomfortably against the back of his throat it’s spongy head prodding him lightly, sending ripples of nausea though him. His gag reflex was there and intact it seemed, preventing him from getting much further without his stomach churning.

That was fine for now. He didn’t need to do any fancy swallowing right now... and if there was a next time, he’d find some way to practice suppressing the unwelcome reflex.

Tentatively at first, he suckled lightly at the tip, letting more and more of his lover’s organ into his mouth. For a moment he felt his jaw muscle clench slightly, unaccustomed to being opened this wide for any reason. Brian was not a small guy, his warm erection certainly outpacing Aaron’s own even as it tugged eagerly within his pants. Aaron still wasn’t sure if he was in love with the fact that Brian so outsized him, or a bit jealous.

Aaron’s mouth moved, lips sealing across Brian’s cock and against his own tongue, forming a careful cushion about teeth. He’d been extra careful not to graze his lover as worked the venous shaft and suckled upon the soft head with an almost religious fervor.

The moan that passed from Brian’s lips, and the steady hand which had taken rest upon his head told Aaron of his success as his mouth and hand bobbed up and down within the theater darkness, the wet sound of his task covered by the screams which emanated from all about them.

Brian and his horror films, Aaron though even as he continued to blow his most valued friend; the alien slickness of both mouth and hand bringing Brian ever closer to the edge.

With a long languid lick, the smaller young man pulled himself away from his chocolate skinned companion’s cock, reveling in the bitter salt taste of precum as it coated his tongue, the wiggling organ tickling at the underside of his companions burgeoning cock-head.

“Aaron...” Brian groaned, hips undulating, and fingers twined within his companions hair gripped in primal need. He was all but ready to burst.