Touching

A/N: The character's Buddy and Rose belong the the amazingness that is Renimon (who should be aloud to use the computer all the time btw). This story was written on commission that I received at Gaiaonline. If you want to commission a story you can hit me up there, my account is JaceQuin. If you don't have a Gaia account and want to commission a story I also take artwork. And now that my shameless plugs are done we can get on to the story.

Everyone called him Buddy because he was everyone's friend. At least, if you had some redeeming qualities Buddy would be your friend. If you were a complete asshole Buddy wasn't going to be your friend. But everyone else, regardless of what they looked like or what their beliefs were, Buddy befriended. Of course, his name wasn't really Buddy but a name like Jackal is more likely to make you the villain of the story than the hero. Dark hair and the palest of skin along with purple eyes make him not exactly the most normal looking of guys but his friendly smile and cheerfulness (to the point of annoyance with some people) make it easy to believe he earned his nick-name and that he hadn't decided on it on his own.

Conversely, Rose was about as unlike Buddy as a teenaged boy could get. Buddy liked to touch people. Rose didn't like being touched. Buddy made friends easily. Rose did not. Buddy made up the sets for the Drama productions. Rose was the Captain of the track team. Tan skin to Buddy's pallor and cinnamon blond hair to Buddy's dark hair along with a small wiry build in comparison to Buddy's stronger build Rose was about as different as you could get. But buddy was his best friend. Or so claimed Buddy. Buddy was the first person Rose had talked to at the Academy after the headmaster. He was the first person his own age that Rose could remember being nice to him since his life before the Academy was all but blank. They were roommates there and Rose wasn't sure if he liked it that way or not.

Rose couldn't particularly say that he liked people. But Buddy got away with giving him hugs and touching him far too often. Most people he snapped and snarled at when they touched him. But it seemed cruel to beat off a teddy bear with a stick. He liked Buddy but didn't want to admit it. It always felt like they were dancing around something and Rose wouldn't admit to being scared of anything but perhaps he felt a little afraid of what happened if they finally admitted everything.

So he couldn't say how it happened that one long weekend, a precious weekend when they had little homework had found them kissing in their room on a stormy Saturday afternoon. Perhaps Rose only wanted to quell his fear, perhaps that was all he admitted to himself, but Buddy had a very different reason. Buddy had, had crushed before, he didn't care about gender, but he didn't have a crush on Rose. He loved him.

That was how it all started.


Buddy let Rose's deft fingers ever-so-carefully remove the white medical patch he wore over his right eye. He could see perfectly fine with his right eye. It was the dark birth mark just under his eyes that he was hiding. Buddy closed his eyes. He didn't want to see the look on his friend's face. Rose had seen the mark before, on rare, brief occasions. But never up close where he could study it. Never when they'd had been... like this. Warm lips brushed over the mark and then on the same place on the other side of his face. Then there were lips pressed to his own, coaxing him into a kiss and informing him of Rose's wordless acceptance of not just the mark, but a past Buddy wished he could forget.


Rose had run away from things all his life. He'd only stopped running when he'd come here to the Academy. Even then Blade had made him wish he could run. But in Buddy Rose found something he didn't want to run away from. Even though he was scared to go farther than kissing and touching. But Buddy had shown him the mark that had made his village shun him. Buddy had explained it to him. Buddy knew what had happened with Rose, with Blade. And strangely Buddy had suggested that they... that he...

Rose looked down uncertainly into Buddy's violet eyes. "It's okay, you know, we don't have to." Buddy said gently even though a few minutes ago they'd been teaching each-other what made them gasp and moan and Rose learned very quickly. Buddy's chest moved up and down quickly, drawing in much-needed air and sanity. But it seemed wrong to leave him like that. It seemed wrong to leave both of them hard and wanting when they could just...

He'd been perfectly fine when they'd both taken off their clothes. He'd been fine touching and being touched. Kissing. But the thought of actually having sex made him unsure. He didn't not want to but it seemed strangely wrong that he should be the one laying between the thighs of the larger boy. But Buddy wanted to do this. It couldn't hurt if Buddy wanted to let him...

He opened the top of the lube with a little 'snick' noise. He noticed Buddy's eyes watching him intently as he squirted lube onto his hand. He probably coated his fingers with far too much but overdoing it in the lubrication department seemed perfectly acceptable in his opinion. He slipped a finger inside his friend and felt surprised at how very hot it felt after the coolness of the lube and how very tight. Too tight. He didn't know if- But no. No that;s what preparation was for. He worked his finger in and out a little and buddy murmured some things too low to understand but they sounded encouraging so he added another finger very carefully and worked those in and out a little before he started making a scissoring motion with them, watching Buddy's face to make sure he wasn't hurting him. Buddy was smiling at him. He added a third finger, to be thorough, and moved all three fingers around inside him. It still didn't look like it was hurting him but he didn't seem to be enjoying it all that much either.

He carefully unwrapped and rolled on a condom, he hadn't had sex before if you didn't count Blade but there was more than one way to get STDs and since he remembered so little of his past if he had any STDs he didn't want to share them with Buddy. Then he used yet more lube to make his erection slick. He really wanted to do this. It would feel really good if what putting his fingers inside Buddy had felt like was any indication. But he didn't want to hurt him... But the stories made it out to sound like it felt really good. And if it didn't feel good there would be no gay guys, right? Right.

He carefully pushed inside Buddy before he lost his nerve. He meant to keep his eyes on Buddy's face to make sure he wasn't in pain but he found his eyes closed, blinded by the pleasure of the heat and the tightness that surrounded him. Only when he stopped being able to push in farther did he open his eyes with a gasp and look down at Buddy's face.

"Keep going." Buddy said a little stiffly but Rose nodded and moved in and out of him, trying to be careful, trying to change angles to find his prostate. He knew he'd found the right angle when the shallow panting the paler boy exhibited was replaced with a strangled moan. He felt like it was okay to thrust in a little faster then and he did, stroking Buddy's cock in the same rhythm, feeling Buddy urging him on with his own hands on his back.

The pace sped faster and faster, both of them moaning and moving together until finally Buddy came, semen spilling over Rose's hand and both their stomach's. When Buddy came his muscles clamped down hard and Rose stopped breathing and felt certain he half-died as his world shattered and he came as well.

A short while later he reluctantly pulled out and moved to lay beside him on the narrow bed. He tossed his used condom in the trash and turned back to find sated violet eyes watching him. He still occasionally had trouble with the whole touching thing but he let Buddy pull him into his arms.


Rose wasn't sure about this. He really wanted to try it. Buddy always seemed to enjoy it. But he had been raped... He still had nightmares about Blade's yellow eyes. But being able to look up into Buddy's eyes, so different from Blade's so full of affection... full of love. It was a different experience entirely. He passively allowed Buddy to remove their clothing. He moaned and reacted with Buddy kissed and nibbled on his neck, when he teased his nipples, when he palmed his cock.

But when he slid a finger inside him he felt his heart speed up in a bad way. He wasn't ready for this. "Please stop." He begged. And Buddy did. Because he was Buddy, not Blade. And Buddy loved him. Buddy cradled Rose in his arms and comforted him and so maybe the touching thing wasn't so bad. Just so long as it was Buddy who was doing the touching. And maybe one day he'd be ready and then he'd see what it was that Buddy enjoyed so much when they had sex. But for now they just touched, and that was good enough.