Of Lab Accidents and Wedding Jitters!
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Adult ++
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12
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Chapter 4: Newfound Feelings and Confessions
Chapter Four: Newfound Feelings and Confessions
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In the capsule car, the two original characters sat in silence, parked on the cliff of “Stereotypical Make-Out Mountain”, overlooking the town. Marty had the radio blaring as usual, and ironically, the band TATU was playing on the radio. It felt like hours before Heath turned to Marty.
“Thank you, Marty-saru, for earlier.” The pig-boy blushed.
“What for, He-kun? I save people’s lives every other day, but you saved our asses in Chemistry class.”
“I-I guess I did, huh?” Heath said, running a hand through his blond locks. The Saiyan realized that his usually confident best friend was acting shy around him. In fact, since the explosion, Marty had realized that they had been referring to each other by their respective pet names. It was weird enough that the KoDraCan women did it, but it just felt right for Marty when Heath referred to him as Marty-saru. He was sure that Heath felt the same when he mentioned the term “He-kun”.
Then again, neither one believed that the aphrodisiac actually worked, so they thought it was just a random act of feeling alive.
Marty smiled, looking over the surfer’s build of his best friend. “Yeah, you did.”
/Damn, he’s hot. Now I see why Pork and Mimi fell for him. / He thought to himself, as his dark blue eyes raked over Heath’s body. Heath happened to notice that his best friend was staring at him, and it made him feel hot and bothered. Since that explosion, he was starting to feel strange around Marty. He had to think about something to say to him.
“Marty, are you hungry?” Heath asked out of the blue.
“You never did answer my question, He-kun.” Marty pointed out right away.
Answer mine first, and I answer your, okay?” Heath suggested.
“Naw, I’m not really hungry, but I could use some pork-chops in me.” Marty commented, as if it were commonplace.
Heath fell over again.
“Now you have to answer mine: Can I kiss you for saving my ass in chemistry?” Marty asked, leaning close just in case that Heath said yes to him. Heath was a loss of words struggling to find an appropriate answer. Before he could, Marty eased away and began to speak.
“Heath, there’s something I need to tell you before you answer.
“Okay.” Heath said, his voice just barley a whisper.
“Do you know why I was so reluctant to say anything on the way home the other day?”
“I thought it was wedding jitters, but it looks like there’s something more to it.” The pig-bishie concocted
Marty nodded, not bothering to look in Heath’s concerned eyes.
“I thought there was something else!” Heath realized.
“It’s more like ‘someone’ else.” Marty confessed cupping Heath’s shocked face with his warm hands. Blue eyes met, and sparks flew. The poor pig-bishie forgot what he was going to say.
“Now, little-piggy; answer my question: Can I kiss you.” Marty asked, nuzzling Heath’s nose.
“….Yes.” Heath whispered, “Kiss me, Marty.”
Marty purred as he grabbed Heath and pulled him to a fiery, passionate kiss. Heath, surprisingly, didn’t object to his friend’s action. In fact, he kissed back, even allowing Marty’s wanton tongue to probe his mouth. Their awkward kiss turned into a rather heated make-out session. The men fisted each other’s hair. Shirts were torn away from their torsos, exposing slim, hard-earned builds. It was Heath that had stopped the frenzy by shoving his aggressive friend away.
“What’s wrong, He-kun? I thought you were enjoying yourself?” Marty asked as lessoned his grip on the pig-boy.
“Marty…” Heath whispered, “We can’t do this.” Heath managed to get out, looking away from the Saiyan.
“…Why not?” Marty asked, placing on hand on Heath’s left bicep.
“Marty, we’re guys. We’re best friends. And we’re SCREAMING HERTEROS.” The pig-bishie jumped when Marty’s wandering hand caressed his hardened nipples. Marty relished the look of shock and surprise on Heath’s face as he slowly went over each tight muscle on the pig-bishie’s torso.
“You’re the hetero, He-kun.” Marty chuckled as he leaned in for another kiss. Heath managed to stop him in time.
“Wait, you mean—“The pig-bishie began.
“Yeah, I’m bisexual. I’ve been that way even before all this. I didn’t tell you sooner because I was afraid of losing you.” The Saiyan whispered, releasing his hold on Heath completely.
“Marty…I’m not—wait, you were afraid of losing me? Marty, we’re best friends! I’m gonna love you no matter who or what you sleep with. That’s what friends—real friends—do.” Heath said, hugging him, “I’m glad you told me, Marty-saru.”
“He-kun…you’re gonna make me cry.” Marty whispered, “I‘ve been secretly crushing on you for a while.”
Heath held on tighter, “What about P-chan; And Mary-Sue? We can’t just leave them, Marty.”
I’ll think of something, hon. I love Mary, but she’s not…she’s not you, Heath. You’re kind and patience. I make fun of Pork because I’m jealous. She’s so lucky she has you. I mean it.” Marty whispered, placing kisses on the pig-boy.
“Aw, go on.” Heath said, blushing.
“Okay! I love everything about you. From those pointy little ears to your cute little curly tail, I love every inch of you. I want every inch of you.” Marty purred, placing kisses on his lips.
“But—forget it.” Heath said, finally giving in to Marty.
“Heath; I-I really, really, really like you.” the Saiyan confessed, wrapping his arms around Heath. “I…I love you, Heath the Hog. I love you.”
“I…I love you, too, Marty Stu.” The pig-bishie replied, kissing him.
“Guava.” Marty corrected.
“What?”
“You can call me Guava now. I have a real name, you know.” Marty smirked, blushing at the admittance of this information.
“You really DO love me.” Heath said shocked that this final barrier of Marty’s heart had been removed.” You realize that I’m going to milk this for all its worth, right.”
“Just as long as you know who’s in charge of this relationship.” Marty chuckled.
The two didn’t leave that mountaintop until sunset.
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Alright! Hot boy/boy action! (Drools as she imagines Heath and Marty getting’ it on)
Kozue: …And this is why I can never be a het fangirl. This is sad.
Not my fault, sweetheart. You CHOSE to read slash, so be it
Kozue: You make my heart bleed, honey. -_-
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In the capsule car, the two original characters sat in silence, parked on the cliff of “Stereotypical Make-Out Mountain”, overlooking the town. Marty had the radio blaring as usual, and ironically, the band TATU was playing on the radio. It felt like hours before Heath turned to Marty.
“Thank you, Marty-saru, for earlier.” The pig-boy blushed.
“What for, He-kun? I save people’s lives every other day, but you saved our asses in Chemistry class.”
“I-I guess I did, huh?” Heath said, running a hand through his blond locks. The Saiyan realized that his usually confident best friend was acting shy around him. In fact, since the explosion, Marty had realized that they had been referring to each other by their respective pet names. It was weird enough that the KoDraCan women did it, but it just felt right for Marty when Heath referred to him as Marty-saru. He was sure that Heath felt the same when he mentioned the term “He-kun”.
Then again, neither one believed that the aphrodisiac actually worked, so they thought it was just a random act of feeling alive.
Marty smiled, looking over the surfer’s build of his best friend. “Yeah, you did.”
/Damn, he’s hot. Now I see why Pork and Mimi fell for him. / He thought to himself, as his dark blue eyes raked over Heath’s body. Heath happened to notice that his best friend was staring at him, and it made him feel hot and bothered. Since that explosion, he was starting to feel strange around Marty. He had to think about something to say to him.
“Marty, are you hungry?” Heath asked out of the blue.
“You never did answer my question, He-kun.” Marty pointed out right away.
Answer mine first, and I answer your, okay?” Heath suggested.
“Naw, I’m not really hungry, but I could use some pork-chops in me.” Marty commented, as if it were commonplace.
Heath fell over again.
“Now you have to answer mine: Can I kiss you for saving my ass in chemistry?” Marty asked, leaning close just in case that Heath said yes to him. Heath was a loss of words struggling to find an appropriate answer. Before he could, Marty eased away and began to speak.
“Heath, there’s something I need to tell you before you answer.
“Okay.” Heath said, his voice just barley a whisper.
“Do you know why I was so reluctant to say anything on the way home the other day?”
“I thought it was wedding jitters, but it looks like there’s something more to it.” The pig-bishie concocted
Marty nodded, not bothering to look in Heath’s concerned eyes.
“I thought there was something else!” Heath realized.
“It’s more like ‘someone’ else.” Marty confessed cupping Heath’s shocked face with his warm hands. Blue eyes met, and sparks flew. The poor pig-bishie forgot what he was going to say.
“Now, little-piggy; answer my question: Can I kiss you.” Marty asked, nuzzling Heath’s nose.
“….Yes.” Heath whispered, “Kiss me, Marty.”
Marty purred as he grabbed Heath and pulled him to a fiery, passionate kiss. Heath, surprisingly, didn’t object to his friend’s action. In fact, he kissed back, even allowing Marty’s wanton tongue to probe his mouth. Their awkward kiss turned into a rather heated make-out session. The men fisted each other’s hair. Shirts were torn away from their torsos, exposing slim, hard-earned builds. It was Heath that had stopped the frenzy by shoving his aggressive friend away.
“What’s wrong, He-kun? I thought you were enjoying yourself?” Marty asked as lessoned his grip on the pig-boy.
“Marty…” Heath whispered, “We can’t do this.” Heath managed to get out, looking away from the Saiyan.
“…Why not?” Marty asked, placing on hand on Heath’s left bicep.
“Marty, we’re guys. We’re best friends. And we’re SCREAMING HERTEROS.” The pig-bishie jumped when Marty’s wandering hand caressed his hardened nipples. Marty relished the look of shock and surprise on Heath’s face as he slowly went over each tight muscle on the pig-bishie’s torso.
“You’re the hetero, He-kun.” Marty chuckled as he leaned in for another kiss. Heath managed to stop him in time.
“Wait, you mean—“The pig-bishie began.
“Yeah, I’m bisexual. I’ve been that way even before all this. I didn’t tell you sooner because I was afraid of losing you.” The Saiyan whispered, releasing his hold on Heath completely.
“Marty…I’m not—wait, you were afraid of losing me? Marty, we’re best friends! I’m gonna love you no matter who or what you sleep with. That’s what friends—real friends—do.” Heath said, hugging him, “I’m glad you told me, Marty-saru.”
“He-kun…you’re gonna make me cry.” Marty whispered, “I‘ve been secretly crushing on you for a while.”
Heath held on tighter, “What about P-chan; And Mary-Sue? We can’t just leave them, Marty.”
I’ll think of something, hon. I love Mary, but she’s not…she’s not you, Heath. You’re kind and patience. I make fun of Pork because I’m jealous. She’s so lucky she has you. I mean it.” Marty whispered, placing kisses on the pig-boy.
“Aw, go on.” Heath said, blushing.
“Okay! I love everything about you. From those pointy little ears to your cute little curly tail, I love every inch of you. I want every inch of you.” Marty purred, placing kisses on his lips.
“But—forget it.” Heath said, finally giving in to Marty.
“Heath; I-I really, really, really like you.” the Saiyan confessed, wrapping his arms around Heath. “I…I love you, Heath the Hog. I love you.”
“I…I love you, too, Marty Stu.” The pig-bishie replied, kissing him.
“Guava.” Marty corrected.
“What?”
“You can call me Guava now. I have a real name, you know.” Marty smirked, blushing at the admittance of this information.
“You really DO love me.” Heath said shocked that this final barrier of Marty’s heart had been removed.” You realize that I’m going to milk this for all its worth, right.”
“Just as long as you know who’s in charge of this relationship.” Marty chuckled.
The two didn’t leave that mountaintop until sunset.
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Alright! Hot boy/boy action! (Drools as she imagines Heath and Marty getting’ it on)
Kozue: …And this is why I can never be a het fangirl. This is sad.
Not my fault, sweetheart. You CHOSE to read slash, so be it
Kozue: You make my heart bleed, honey. -_-