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Title: Of Twins, Fish Poo, And The Top God Only Knows How Many Reasons Why I’d Rather Be A Girl: Chapter Seven: Kiri’s Hot Bath
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kiri thinks his best friend Trinity could never love him because he is not a girl like his twin sister Kari but during an accidental sleepover he finds out differently. One shot.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex with a minor.
Disclaimer: Mine. Slimy paws are to be kept off unless I have given my permission otherwise.
Note(s): Inspired by the manga Because I’m A Boy by Asia Watanabe
My sheets are black. They match the spots on the ladybugs on my comforter. I know my sheets are black even though everything in my bedroom is sort of black. The light from my ladybug shaped night light plugged into the wall socket beside the door is only strong enough that I don’t freak out because it’s dark. It doesn’t illuminate anything really. The clock on my nightstand says it’s after three in the morning. Beside me Trinity lies on his stomach, deeply asleep. He has been that way since getting into bed with me earlier, sometime around midnight. I think. I was asleep, had been on and off since after my shower, when Trinity had come in and snuggled up against my back. He had fallen asleep almost immediately but I had waited until he was deeply under to move away from him.
It’s not that I don’t want Trinity to hold me. In fact it’s quite the opposite. But I’m afraid. I’m lying on the edge of the bed – my own bed – because I’m afraid of that thing that makes me a boy. I’m afraid it will suddenly wake up and make itself known when Trinity touches me. That’s the last thing I want. So I’m curled into a tight ball, almost off the bed, staring at the clock on my nightstand and willing it to go faster. I think the numbers change more slowly just to spite me.
I rub my eyes. I’m so, so sleepy right now but I can’t relax. Not with Trinity less than three feet away. I need…I don’t know…I need something. I’m scared and sleepy and restless all at once. I need to move. I need to wiggle. Kari calls it my ‘need to get laid’ feeling and I guess she would know. She lost her virginity to some guy who isn’t Trinity back in March just before our sixteenth birthday.
I think she’s right. I do need to get laid.
Or have a hot bath.
The getting laid idea probably isn’t going to happen because the only person I want to do it with is Trinity and he doesn’t like me that way because I’m a boy. But I can have a hot bath.
I get out of bed as carefully as I can to avoid waking Trinity. For the second time today I make my way into the bathroom my sister and I share. This time I tiptoe across the carpet and don't shut the door all the way because I'm afraid the click will wake Trinity. Since the air conditioner is still on I don't have to worry about being sick from the head like I did this afternoon and can have the water as hot as I want it.
I turn the hot water on all the way and add only a little bit of cold. This is the way I like my bath water. First I add a generous amount of pink Mr. Bubble solution. Next I add my favorite calming bath oil, the one mom has used on Kari and me since we were babies. It never fails to help me fall asleep and I'm hoping the magic still works tonight because otherwise there is no way I am going to fall asleep with Trinity in my bed. When the antique claw footed bathtub - one of the few good things about living in a Victorian era house - is finally full of water almost to the brim and bubbles even beyond that I completely and totally love it and can already smell the soothing vapors from the bath oil. I shed my clothes and climb in.
It feels so good that I moan when my skin touches the water. It's so hot - my favorite only slightly less than boiling temperature - and so relaxing. I sink into the tub so that the bubbles rise up around my chin and lean my head back against the cool porcelain. My eyes drift shut all on their own. I think I could fall asleep here and if I do it will not be the first time. Briefly I wonder what Trinity will think if I fall asleep in the bath tub.
Trinity.
Damn.
Fuck.
I wish I knew another language. The situation calls for more cursing than I can possibly do in English. That thing between my legs, the part of me that is inarguably a boy, has come to life so much that I'm sure it's making up for those times earlier when Trinity was holding me. It's so hard it hurts and I want to cry. I hate that part of me all the time but I hate it even more when it gets hard because that's when it reminds me the most of everything I am not and everything I never will be.
I stiffle a sob against the back of my left hand as my right moves down my body. I hate that thing and would die rather than touch it unless I have to wash it but I have to do something to make it lie down and behave. My hand moves over my nipple and I let out a gasp, conscious of Trinity still in the other room.
Still in my bed.
That thought only makes the thing harder and I think I could chop it off if it wasn't for the pain and blood and infection that is sure to follow.
My hand continues downward past my nipples and over my stomach. I bypass that thing too. A few months ago I had to take a cold shower to get it to behave but after a little online research I have figured out about that little bundle of nerves that can trigger such an amazing feeling.
The oil and bubble bath in the hot water makes me feel all slippery down there. It makes it easier to slip my finger inside my opening when I find it. It's enough to make me moan but my fingers are so little and skinny. Trinity's fingers would feel so much better touching me there. They're so much longer and thicker than mine are.
I'd give anything to have Trinity touching me right now, to have his finger inside me, felling my inner recesses. I can almost imagine that it's him, his fingers inside me, his warm arms around me instead of the water, his lips kissing away my tears instead of my hand brushing them away.
I just want him to touch me. "Trinity," I moan. It just comes out before I can even think about it. I want him - need - him so bad it hurts. Another sob escapes me and I don't even try to hold it in as I stab my fingers more frantically against that thing inside me that feels so good. "Trinity," I say again. My toes curl and just as I feel like I'm finally getting somewhere I hear a sound from my bedroom then-
"Kiri-Kitty? Are you okay?"
Trinity sounds sleepy and it's so sexy that I come right then...
...just as he opens the bathroom door and steps inside.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kiri thinks his best friend Trinity could never love him because he is not a girl like his twin sister Kari but during an accidental sleepover he finds out differently. One shot.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex with a minor.
Disclaimer: Mine. Slimy paws are to be kept off unless I have given my permission otherwise.
Note(s): Inspired by the manga Because I’m A Boy by Asia Watanabe
My sheets are black. They match the spots on the ladybugs on my comforter. I know my sheets are black even though everything in my bedroom is sort of black. The light from my ladybug shaped night light plugged into the wall socket beside the door is only strong enough that I don’t freak out because it’s dark. It doesn’t illuminate anything really. The clock on my nightstand says it’s after three in the morning. Beside me Trinity lies on his stomach, deeply asleep. He has been that way since getting into bed with me earlier, sometime around midnight. I think. I was asleep, had been on and off since after my shower, when Trinity had come in and snuggled up against my back. He had fallen asleep almost immediately but I had waited until he was deeply under to move away from him.
It’s not that I don’t want Trinity to hold me. In fact it’s quite the opposite. But I’m afraid. I’m lying on the edge of the bed – my own bed – because I’m afraid of that thing that makes me a boy. I’m afraid it will suddenly wake up and make itself known when Trinity touches me. That’s the last thing I want. So I’m curled into a tight ball, almost off the bed, staring at the clock on my nightstand and willing it to go faster. I think the numbers change more slowly just to spite me.
I rub my eyes. I’m so, so sleepy right now but I can’t relax. Not with Trinity less than three feet away. I need…I don’t know…I need something. I’m scared and sleepy and restless all at once. I need to move. I need to wiggle. Kari calls it my ‘need to get laid’ feeling and I guess she would know. She lost her virginity to some guy who isn’t Trinity back in March just before our sixteenth birthday.
I think she’s right. I do need to get laid.
Or have a hot bath.
The getting laid idea probably isn’t going to happen because the only person I want to do it with is Trinity and he doesn’t like me that way because I’m a boy. But I can have a hot bath.
I get out of bed as carefully as I can to avoid waking Trinity. For the second time today I make my way into the bathroom my sister and I share. This time I tiptoe across the carpet and don't shut the door all the way because I'm afraid the click will wake Trinity. Since the air conditioner is still on I don't have to worry about being sick from the head like I did this afternoon and can have the water as hot as I want it.
I turn the hot water on all the way and add only a little bit of cold. This is the way I like my bath water. First I add a generous amount of pink Mr. Bubble solution. Next I add my favorite calming bath oil, the one mom has used on Kari and me since we were babies. It never fails to help me fall asleep and I'm hoping the magic still works tonight because otherwise there is no way I am going to fall asleep with Trinity in my bed. When the antique claw footed bathtub - one of the few good things about living in a Victorian era house - is finally full of water almost to the brim and bubbles even beyond that I completely and totally love it and can already smell the soothing vapors from the bath oil. I shed my clothes and climb in.
It feels so good that I moan when my skin touches the water. It's so hot - my favorite only slightly less than boiling temperature - and so relaxing. I sink into the tub so that the bubbles rise up around my chin and lean my head back against the cool porcelain. My eyes drift shut all on their own. I think I could fall asleep here and if I do it will not be the first time. Briefly I wonder what Trinity will think if I fall asleep in the bath tub.
Trinity.
Damn.
Fuck.
I wish I knew another language. The situation calls for more cursing than I can possibly do in English. That thing between my legs, the part of me that is inarguably a boy, has come to life so much that I'm sure it's making up for those times earlier when Trinity was holding me. It's so hard it hurts and I want to cry. I hate that part of me all the time but I hate it even more when it gets hard because that's when it reminds me the most of everything I am not and everything I never will be.
I stiffle a sob against the back of my left hand as my right moves down my body. I hate that thing and would die rather than touch it unless I have to wash it but I have to do something to make it lie down and behave. My hand moves over my nipple and I let out a gasp, conscious of Trinity still in the other room.
Still in my bed.
That thought only makes the thing harder and I think I could chop it off if it wasn't for the pain and blood and infection that is sure to follow.
My hand continues downward past my nipples and over my stomach. I bypass that thing too. A few months ago I had to take a cold shower to get it to behave but after a little online research I have figured out about that little bundle of nerves that can trigger such an amazing feeling.
The oil and bubble bath in the hot water makes me feel all slippery down there. It makes it easier to slip my finger inside my opening when I find it. It's enough to make me moan but my fingers are so little and skinny. Trinity's fingers would feel so much better touching me there. They're so much longer and thicker than mine are.
I'd give anything to have Trinity touching me right now, to have his finger inside me, felling my inner recesses. I can almost imagine that it's him, his fingers inside me, his warm arms around me instead of the water, his lips kissing away my tears instead of my hand brushing them away.
I just want him to touch me. "Trinity," I moan. It just comes out before I can even think about it. I want him - need - him so bad it hurts. Another sob escapes me and I don't even try to hold it in as I stab my fingers more frantically against that thing inside me that feels so good. "Trinity," I say again. My toes curl and just as I feel like I'm finally getting somewhere I hear a sound from my bedroom then-
"Kiri-Kitty? Are you okay?"
Trinity sounds sleepy and it's so sexy that I come right then...
...just as he opens the bathroom door and steps inside.
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