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Standing on the beach, shivering in her wet clothes, Carrie stared at the two boys who'd caused her so much pain, but who'd hurt each other even more. Letting all the anger and frustration she'd suppressed well up in her, she clenched her fists and yelled into the wind, "Best friends? Best friends don't fuck one another because they're scared to lose each other!"

"But I... I'm in love with you!" Shane stuttered, flinching.

Suddenly Carrie's anger evaporated, and she began to laugh slightly hysterically. The boys exchanged a worried glance, and she recovered enough to say, "Maybe. But you love him, too - and that's okay. Just admit it, before you lose him."

"Shane?" Cautious hope transformed Jonathan's face, reminding Carrie why she'd become his friend in the first place. And when Shane nodded and took a hesitant step towards his best friend, she smiled, no longer feeling the cold.


Jonathan had been angry with Carrie for a long time.

It took Carrie, and the disastrous night in Taipei, for Jonathan to admit to himself that he loved Shane in ways that went beyond friendship. It also took Carrie for him to realize that Shane would never want him the same way, not deep down, even if he could still remember the warm weight of Shane's body pressing him into the mattress. And it took Carrie to stop him from walking away for good.

Giving her a tremulous smile, Jonathan instead walked forward and took Shane's shaking hand in his.


Kissing Jonathan on the beach was different from kissing Carrie. It was even different from kissing Jonathan the other night, when Shane had been scared out of his wits because he could feel the one constant in his life slip away from him. All he'd known then was that he couldn't let that happen - and yet, Jonathan might have walked away anyway, if it hadn't been for Carrie's intervention.

Now, Jonathan tasted like the sea, like peace and coming home, and their embrace was free of that night's edge of desperation. Shane smiled and held out a hand to Carrie.


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Ootani was never quite sure what made Tachibana notice him in the beginning.

Ootani wasn't outgoing, didn't have an easy smile or friendly word for everyone - in fact, in almost every way, he was the opposite to the other boy, withdrawn to the point of sullenness, as every single female relative of his liked to point out. Yet somehow, over the course of a school year, they had become inseparable. Maybe it was exactly that Ootani was so different, a calm anchor around which Tachibana could revolve. And Ootani had finally found someone with whom he could laugh and be playful, someone who never seemed intimidated even by his blackest moods. Someone whose company he never got tired of, and who never told him to get lost.

Maybe it wasn't all that surprising that Ootani fell in love with him. He'd never been in love before, but there was no room for doubt in his mind that that was what he felt, this intense emotion, taking root so deeply he was afraid of being overwhelmed sometimes. How could one person mean so much?

But then Tachibana smiled at him, eyes crinkling, making all of Ootani's fears melt away under his warm regard. And when, during one seemingly random break, Tachibana kissed him, tasting of their shared cigarette, Ootani responded without hesitation.

He was never quite sure what made Tachibana do this either, but he'd take it. He'd take anything he could get, for as long as Tachibana would let him.

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Logically, Wang Zhen Wen knew that Wang Zhen Wu had said he needed time. Yet somehow, with that hug on the rooftop, his face buried against Zhen Wu's shoulder, all of Zhen Wen's previous insecurities and fears melted away.

He was once again the boy who'd just survived a kidnapping and found his step-brother's arms the one place in the world where he was safe. And just as he had back then, Zhen Wu seemed content to embrace him for however long he wanted him to.

Zhen Wen couldn't see his face, but he could feel the curve of his smile against his neck. It was this more than the fact that they were standing pressed together that made Zhen Wen's body react rather predictably. However, where before he would have jumped away in a panic, he now simply hid his hot face in Zhen Wu's shirt. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Zhen Wu answered fondly. If anything, his embrace got even tighter, and Zhen Wen's embarrassment lessened considerably when he felt something harden against his thigh. To his disappointment, Zhen Wu turned his hip away. "But maybe now's not the time."

He was probably right, and Zhen Wen tried his best not to frown when Zhen Wu stepped back. The warmth in his step-brother's face went a long way to make up for the separation, however, and without thinking Zhen Wen raised himself to his toes and pressed a kiss to Zhen Wu's lips. They parted in surprise, yet before Zhen Wen had the chance to regret his impulsiveness, Zhen Wu kissed him back.

When they finally left the roof, fingers tangled until they reached the bottom of the stairs, they hadn't talked more about their situation - but needless to say, Zhen Wen was feeling pretty confident about the eventual outcome.

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They managed to walk companionably side-by-side all the way to the entrance of the school before Seryou was waylaid.

Looking back, Shino should have expected it long before that, maybe even in the train station like the previous days, but he had been... distracted, one might say, and now he felt blind-sided and once again more than a little dense.

He couldn't even blame the girl for asking Seryou out in this manner. After all, it was Monday, and the entire student body knew what Mondays meant for Seryou. Well, no more, not if Shino could help it!

However, before he could open his mouth to shoot the nervous junior student down, Seryou was already bowing slightly, hands pressed together in apology. "I am very sorry, Yuki-chan, but I am already spoken for." With a sideways glance at Shino from under his long lashes, he added quietly but firmly, "Please, do spread the word that I will no longer be accepting confessions on Mondays - or any other days. Arigatou gozaimasu."

Warmth flooding him, Shino started to smile helplessly. They didn't speak as they entered the school, but Shino let the back of his left hand brush slightly against Seryou's right.

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It didn't even occur to Ae that there was something unusual about the way he treated Pete, not until Pond accused him of turning gay.

Ridiculous. Ae only knew that he wanted to protect Pete from harm. There was something fragile and precious about him, despite his height, and when he smiled at Ae, gentle and pleased, Ae found himself wanting to reach out and touch those creamy cheeks.

It was no different from wanting to comfort his niece, and Ae was damned if he'd let Pond and his dirty mind keep him from following his instincts. Pete needed to be reassured that there was nothing wrong with him, that Ae would be there to take care of him from now on, and Ae needed to be the one who made him smile and blush with a brush of his fingers against that soft, soft skin.

Nothing unusual at all.

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"You don't mind, do you, Ai'Pete?" Ae's worried voice disturbs Pete in the process of drifting off, and he frowns up at his boyfriend in confusion. Ae reluctantly elaborates, "When I get possessive and talk about punishing you, making you moan so everyone knows you're mine."

The tips of his ears are red but his words are blunt as always, and a shiver races over Pete's skin. If he hadn't come already - twice - Ae's voice and the memory of the way he'd basically pounced Pete earlier probably would have been enough to get him hard again.

Embarrassed, he's tempted to hide his face against Ae's neck. However, he knows his boyfriend needs to be reassured out loud, no matter how difficult Pete finds it to put his thoughts into words. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he presses a kiss to Ae's heart.

"No, Ai'Ae, I don't mind at all."

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Ae wasn't quite sure how his hand ended up in Pete's hair.

Somehow it just happened, just like their first and every subsequent encounter had just happened. Ae didn't usually latch onto people this quickly, and he wasn't sure why Pete was the exception. One thing he was sure of, however, was that this rich kid with his shy smile and gentle eyes needed looking after, and that Ae wanted to be the one to do it.

Feeling the silky strands of Pete's hair between his fingers, Ae figured this was all he needed to be sure of for now.

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Ae had never really been interested in sex.

Pond rarely missed an opportunity to point out how strange that was, calling him weirdo or monk. Luckily Ae rarely cared what other people thought, and eventually his roommate realized that Ae was honestly not into porn, wanking, or ogling girls - or boys.

Then he met Pete, and while he wasn't sure why, there was something about the older boy, something vulnerable and gentle, that made him want to look out for him. And somehow, once it became obvious that Pete was genuinely one of the nicest people Ae had ever met, this translated into the urge to touch. When Pete smiled at him shyly, as if secretly pleased, Ae melted inside, and he found himself thinking how everything about Pete looked soft - his lips included.

Still, when his body reacted after waking up next to Pete in that hotel room, Ae was taken completely aback. Suddenly, all he could think of was getting closer, undress Pete and do... what exactly he wasn't sure, but it made his fingers twitch with the need to touch himself.

Groaning, Ae hid in the bathroom. Pond would never let him hear the end of this.

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Type had rarely seen his best friend this drunk, and for a moment he was very tempted to just leave Techno lying on the floor as he demanded. Then, with a sigh, he bent down and heaved the semi-conscious No up.

Somehow, they made it up the stairs, although Type was groaning under Techno's dead weight by the time they reached his room. Shouldering the door open, he blindly shoved No in the direction of his bed, where he collapsed with a groan. Type chuckled, thinking of the hangover waiting for his friend, only to jump at a surprised squawk originating from a lump under No's blanket.

"What the..." Type rolled No onto his back, frowning when he realized it wasn't Nic who'd gotten an elbow to the gut, the only person who had any type of business being in No's room. He grabbed the boy by the shoulder and forced him non-too-gently to sit up. "You're Nic's friend, right? Kla? What are you doing sleeping here?"

"Um.. I..." Kla stammered, eyes darting around in a way that made Type deeply uncomfortable. "I was just..."

"Just being a creep?" Type growled, his every protective instinct roused. "Leave before I make you - and stay away from No if you know what's good for you!"

The boy practically fled, tail between his legs, only confirming Type's suspicions. Once he was gone, Type shut the door firmly behind him before returning to the bed, where Techno was still passed out. Covering him gently with the blanket, Type lay down as well.

Immediately, Techno rolled over, mumbling something under his breath, and hugged Type like the world's largest teddy bear. Fondness washing through him, Type held his friend against his chest and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Don't worry, I'll look after you."

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Hasegawa's lips were soft.

Soft but not yielding. They appeared to know exactly how to coax and tease, until Haruta's entire body hummed with anticipation. Anticipation of what Haruta didn't quite dare to consider, even as he curled his hands in Hasegawa's collar and let himself be kissed. And kissed. And kissed some more, leaving him lightheaded and not caring in the least that they were standing right out in the open, where anyone could see.

All he cared about was Hasegawa - his lips, his tongue, his embrace. Soft but strong. Melting, Haruta sighed into Hasegawa's mouth and held on.

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Per won the third round. However, after crowing triumphantly he was uncharacteristically quiet when walking home with Win, until the younger boy nudged him. "Everything alright?"

"Hm?" Per seemed to return from far away. "Yes, I'm fine. Just... I think I lied to you."

"Lied?" Win stopped in his tracks, confused. Per stepped closer, stopping Win from moving backwards with a hand around his wrist.

"I didn't mean to," he said contemplatively. Hesitating, he bit his lower lip nervously. Win's eyes were helplessly drawn to the gesture. Noticing, Per seemed to come to a decision. He leaned in, until his breath brushed Win's face. Win's heart beat so loudly, he almost couldn't hear Per's low explanation: "I think I lied when I said that... I can't feel like that for you."

"Like what?" Win squeaked, still not daring to hope.

Smiling, Per closed the remaining distance between them. "Like this."

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The decision to study in the US wasn't one Pun made lightly. He had many reasons to stay, after all, not the least of which was Mon. However, in the end Mon was his main reason for leaving Thailand.

Their families had been friends for years, but with the five years between them, their paths hadn't crossed too often. That was, until their moms decided that Pun should tutor Mon, who had just turned 16. It was a number that Pun reminded himself of with increasing frequency as they spent more time together and he realised that Mon was no longer an annoying kid. Not only was he steadily growing and filling out, he was also smart and funny and making Pun's stomach do the most inconvenient flip-flops when he smiled at him guilelessly.

Pun had never before reacted like this to another guy, but no matter how often he told himself how inappropriate his feelings were, they wouldn't disappear. So when Mon tried to kiss him, blushing but determined, after another tutoring session had turned into them just hanging out, talking, it took everything Pun had to walk away.

The next day he signed up for the exchange program.

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They had been drunk the first time Korn fucked Knock. They were completely sober the first time Knock fucked Korn.

Although Knock had joked about being the "husband" for a change almost since their relationship started, ultimately it was Korn who pressed the condom into his hand one night. After a moment's stunned hesitation, Knock almost ripped the packet in two in his haste to open it.

Spread out on his back like a sinful centerfold, Korn smirked up at him. "I hope you'll be gentler with me."

In the end, Knock wasn't exactly gentle. But Korn had no complaints.

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Rationally, Ae knew that jealousy was stupid. Pete loved him, and he loved Pete, and they'd been through too much to be easily broken.

Still, sometimes it reared its ugly head, because Pete was really bad at saying no people, in addition to being too damn pretty for his own good. Ae usually managed to stop himself from making a complete ass of himself, at least as long as they were in public. In private, Pete didn't mind Ae being a bit more possessive, his kisses more biting, his grip tighter, until Pete had forgotten all about his normal reticence, reduced to a moaning, quivering mess under Ae's ministrations.

Sometimes Ae caught Pete glancing at him from beneath his lashes, a pleased smile playing in the corners of his soft lips even as he nodded politely in reaction to some guy's attempt at flirtation.

Sometimes jealousy felt strangely like foreplay.

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Foxes were mischievous by nature, beautiful troublemakers unconcerned with love. It was a foreign concept, part of a world Su Lang no longer belonged to.

Still, he had been human once, and it kindled something inside him to see the agony his mortal sister and her lover endured because of this strange emotion. Zi Gu was beautiful in his despair, and what Su Lang felt was wild, untamed. Being a fox, he had no qualms to grasp for it greedily.

He hadn't expected the tenderness with which Zi Gu looked at him when Su Lang took Ah Xiu's form, the gentleness in his touch, the sweetness of his kiss. Most of all, the way he trusted him even after the deception was revealed. When Ah Xiu, tears in her eyes, said that Zi Gu loved him, Su Lang believed her, even before hearing the anguish in Zi Gu's voice.

We're two men. One mortal, one demon. It's unnatural.

It was supposed to be a game, a play at this thing called love. Foxes didn't sacrifice, didn't deny themselves - and they most certainly didn't cry over an undrunk drink, a returned fan and the memory of lips on tear-stained cheeks.

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"I thought you'd ask me to do something."

Was that flirtation in Mork's eyes? So far all the flirting had been coming from Tee, and now his heart raced at the tiniest possibility of Mork finally relenting and giving up his weird pretense of being nothing but a straight guy. It didn't exactly help with his current predicament of course, his cock all too happy at the prospect of any sort of attention from Mork.

Ears hot, Tee adjusted himself, fighting the urge to just give in and tug, audience be damned. Mork was still watching him - no, he'd actually come closer and was now trying to peer over Tee's shoulder. His first instinct was to flinch away, but he stopped himself and instead met Mork's gaze. "Wanna give me a hand?"

He expected Mork to back away immediately, as he always had so far. It was his turn to gasp in surprise, though, when instead Mork stepped even closer, bracketing him from behind. Tee stiffened when Mork's hands slid around his waist, chin coming to rest comfortably on Tee's shoulder.

"Why not..." Mork's voice rumbled through his chest, and Tee's cock twitched in his grasp, even before Mork's fingers wrapped around it. Tee's shaky inhale turned into a groan when Mork's hardening dick nestled against his butt. He rocked back involuntarily, and Mork whispered roughly, "Fuck, Tee."

A part of Tee was all still aware that they were in a public bathroom, but most of him was entirely focused on the sensation of Mork jacking him off. No one else had ever touched him like this, but he'd dreamed of exactly those hands, that body, for several years. Having it for real was almost too much, and Tee would have been embarrassed by how soon he was coming, if Mork hadn't jerked against him, too, holding Tee in a tight embrace as they both came down from their high.

Finally, Mork released him and stepped to the sink, voice forcedly non-chalant: "Better now? Let's go, we'll miss the movie."

Shaking off his stupor, Tee nodded and started to smile.

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Bai was terrified of kissing. That was a simple fact, the main reason he was seeing a therapist, after all. Not even with his best friend did he manage to jump over his shadow, everything inside him knotting up with tension.

Yet somehow he couldn't stop kissing Tien.

Let's stop pretending, the younger man had said and pushed his way into Bai's flat. Into his heart. They made love, kissing all the time.

So when Bai woke the next morning and wanted nothing more than to kiss Tien's happy smile again, he did the only thing he could: he ran.

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It was no secret that Tul got hard sometimes. They both did.

It was an inevitable result of all that kissing, touching and grinding once they had gotten used to practically living in each other's pockets. At first it had been embarrassing. By now Tul simply crossed his legs for a bit or hid behind a pillow until the problem had subsided. Max usually rolled onto his stomach or pulled Tul into his lap, and Tul had learned to keep very still when that happened, or they'd be there forever.

Of course other people teased them, but they both shrugged it off easily, joking along until everyone stopped whispering and decided that it really was just a natural reaction to physical proximity. Which was true enough and how Tul and Max liked it.

After all, what they did once they were alone in their hotel room was nobody else's business.