Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2005 23:41:28 -0700
From: Mychyl Kime <jasani666@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lost Time

BMB : Lost Time
(c) 2004-2005 Mychyl Kime (KimeNet Corp.)

OK, first off, this is a Boy Meets Boy slash/fanfic. If you haven't read
BMB,
go do so at:

http://boymeetsboy.keenspace.com

You won't understand the backstory if you don't, and I don't feel like
writing in the backstory. Sandra-ashke did a wonderful job doing that in the
comic, and if you don't like her backstory, you shouldn't be reading this.

Now, that said, this is also a homosexual fic, dealing with the "What Woulda
Happened If...?" of two boys, Skids and Cyanide. The reason it's a WWHI is
because, rather than follow the set storyline, this explores what woulda
happened if... well, I'll let you see exactly what we're looking at.

If homosexual romance and/or depictions of sexual activities as such does
not
appeal to you, don't read. If you live in Texas or any other place that
homosexual materials such as this might be illegal, don't read. If you're
not
old enough to read it, based on the laws of where you live, don't. It isn't
my fault, or this site's fault, if you do. Only yours.

Oh, and in case it DIDN'T go without saying, all the characters and
backstory
is copyright 2000-2003 K. Sandra Fuhr. All new story is (c) 2004-2005 Mychyl
Kime. (Me.)

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	And now, without further delay:



~Chapter 1~

Just another day, and just another reason to hate my life.

You see, I kinda have this crush on my best friend, but no one knows... how
could they? I couldn't let them know... I'm supposed to be the hetero one. I
mean, I *am* the hetero... but... I dunno. It's not that he's a guy... it's
that he's... well, he's Skids. There's just something about him that I can't
explain... I just like him. And it hurts, cuz he doesn't know how I feel.
And
as badly as I wish I could just tell him, I can't.

So, anyways, here we are, the four members of Boy Band (we really gotta
change that name... since, y'know, there's a girl in the band and all...),
in
New Jersey, right before a gig. Sharing a room with Skids, getting ready to
head out to the gig tomorrow.

Now, I'm as psyched about this gig as anyone else... this is our second gig,
and the first one that hasn't fallen through... things don't seem to work
out
very well for us. But, this time, someone might be out there while we're
playing! Someone might hear us! We might get signed! Anything is possible...
but my mind keeps wandering from there back to Skids... and there's nothing
I
can do about it. I like him too much...

I wish I could tell him... but he's my friend... and I don't know what would
happen if he knew how I felt about him. Would I lose him as a friend? I
might, and that would be worse than death, to lose him.


~Chapter 2~

I woke up later that night, disturbed and aroused by Skids's closeness, as
he
curled up against me in his sleep, his arm flung over me... It was difficult
to breathe, and not because he was holding me too tightly either.

I couldn't help myself... curled up against him, his skin on mine, his
breath
on my shoulder, was driving me insane with want, and I knew I could never
have him outside of this magical moment. I rolled over, moving slowly and
softly so as to not disturb him, and as lightly as I could manage, as badly
as I was shaking with the realization of what I was about to do, I brushed
my
lips over his, remembering what it'd felt like, a few years ago, when I'd
kissed him, and he'd kissed back...

He began to stir, and before I could move away or even think of what to do,
his eyes fluttered open, locking hazily on mine. "Cy?" he said, his voice
indistinct, heavy with sleep. "What're you doin'?"

I froze... I didn't know what to do here and now. It seemed like something
from a dream or a story, where the kiss led to an affirmation of love, which
in turn led to more eventful moments... and so on. But, unlike in those
dreams, I didn't know what to say... it was like I was playing a role in a
play, and I'd forgotten all my lines.

The moment felt like it dragged on forever, but before too long Skids sank
back down into the blankets, his eyes closed as he returned to slumber, and
I
sighed softly, hoping to not wake him up again. Sure, I coulda acted suave
and kept him awake, regaling him of my love... but the words simply wouldn't
come out, and it was better to stay silent than make a fool of myself.

Perhaps someday... someday I would be able to tell him... but that someday
wasn't today. Not tonight, while he sleeps peacefully next to me, while I
lay
back down and curl up next to him, while I drape my arm around his waist and
pull him softly to me, so my skin and his skin are touching, our breaths
intertwining...

~Chapter 3~

The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of the room's shower, to the
familiar
humidity of steam tracing through the room. The shower ended abruptly, and
before I could fully focus my eyes, I saw a streak of bare wet flesh cross
my
field of vision, heading to the other side of the bed, where Skids's clothes
lay in an unkempt pile on the floor.

"Hey sleepy!" he chimed when he noticed me looking around, still nude and
standing mere inches from me. Not waiting for a response from me, not that
he'd get much of one while standing there like that, he started throwing on
clothes, while I laid there and willed my hardon to go away. This was not a
good time to get hard, not as hard a time as I was having anyways.

"So," he continued, unfazed by my uncomfortable silence, "I had this weird
dream last night, where I woke up in the middle of the night, and you were
kissing me... but you weren't saying anything..."

He looked at me, and I felt like my heart was beating so hard, it might jump
out of my chest. "That really happened, didn't it?" he asked, studying my
face. "I mean, you actually were kissing me, and I actually woke up?"

I didn't know what to say, but I certainly couldn't lie, so I had no choice
but to nod mutely, unable to get my tongue to work at the moment. My mouth
was hot and dry, and fear was welling up within me, like my body knew what
he
would say...

"Why?"

I could only shake my head while he moved closer to me, studying my face.
Then, in a move I could not begin to expect, he moved closer still, until
his
lips were pressed against mine, parting slightly to allow his tongue
through.
In equal amounts of shock and desire, my lips parted as well, and we began
to
kiss deeply, pressing together and holding each other tightly, as though
afraid to let go. Which I was, at the moment.

He pulled away from me for a moment, studying me, before coming close again,
resuming the kiss with renewed fervor, his hands roaming along my back, both
massaging and caressing me. My hands, almost of their own accord, began a
similar track across his back, kneading the soft flesh of his bare back,
reveling in the feel of his skin against mine.

With a deft motion, he flipped his hands, pulling my shirt off over my head
before I could even react. He chuckled slightly, giving me time to react and
pull my shirt the rest of the way off, then resumed his caressing of my
now-bare back, his fingers tracing arcane symbols across my skin, sending
chills of joy and desire through my body.

Lost within the rhythm of the sexual dance, I reached for his waistband,
undoing his pants and sliding them down, revealing his naked body, which I'd
seen briefly earlier, but now was able to enjoy in its full beauty. His taut
skin, his loose pubic curls, his rigid hardon beckoning to me, I reached for
him, grasping him in my hands, his breath escaping in a sudden hiss as he
reciprocated eagerly, groping me through my shorts, inciting a sudden peace
and at the same time a deep longing, a need to have him, to be deep within
him.

I leaned forward, licking his throbbing member lightly, testing the
feeling... I'd never considered doing this before, not even with Skids, but
the urge was too strong to ignore, and before too long I was sucking him
with
a certain greedy inhibition, hearing his moans as he thrust into my mouth,
angling around to face my dick and sliding my shorts down, my dick popping
free and tapping against his waiting lips.

He wasted no time in taking me into his mouth, and an entire world of
sensation was opened to me, a deep and compelling shock running down my
body,
forcing moans and groans from the back of my throat, forcing their way
around
his cock and making him squirm from the stimuli.

A few quick and lustfilled minutes later, his body began to thrash, tensing
noticably, until he broke free, filling my mouth with his seed, the
tangy-sweet taste something new and alien and not wholly unpleasant as I
tensed in turn, feeling my body release into his waiting mouth, as he
struggled to swallow my load.

I spun about slowly to embrace him, our bodies relaxing into one another,
feeling finally at a certain peace with him, my lust sated for the moment,
my
desires offset by the realization that, should the cost of this encounter be
our relationship, I would be happy only that I have finally quenched this
desire, that I have had sex with him... and that the loss of him as a friend
would be too much to bear...

~Chapter 4~

I awoke some time later to a knock at the door and Harley's voice, intruding
on my reverie.

"Hey, get up, you two!" he called insistently. "We need to get going or
we'll
be late!"

I looked at Skids, lying next to me, a shy smile playing across his face
while he watched me slowly awake, and I knew that I would not lose him as a
friend... if anything, I would gain him as a lover. And that was something I
was more than prepared for.

I kissed him lightly, him returning the kiss, and we laid there, wrapped in
each others' arms, sharing a love that I had known for most of my life, a
love I had thought would never find fruition.

It's been quite some time... months, even years... since that fateful night.
And fateful it was. If it hadn't been for that night, I would have never
been
able to express my love for Skids... or rather, I suppose I should say Gio,
since he's thrown off that childhood name of his. If not for him waking up
when I kissed him, who knows what might have happened... everyone else has
been drifting apart, after all. Harl and his man moved out to California...
'Sheequa wound up a lawyer, and moved in with Apollo, Tybalt's old
roommate...

Tybalt disappeared, although rumor has it he's either travelling overseas,
living the good life... or is the captive of some Satanic priest. Either
way,
no one's seen him in quite some time, and for one, I'm not upset... he was
always trying to break Harley and Rasputin up, and while I don't like
Rasputin, at least Harl's happy, or so I've heard.

Oh, and we still never found out who kissed Harl that one night... I dunno
why that bugs me, but I still think someone was lying about where they were.
And I still wish I never got caught. But that's another story altogether.

My sisters all wound up nurses... why, exactly, I don't know. Well, all
except Lupe. But she was always the odd one... she went for business.

Me and Gio? We've been very happy... he started his own business selling
soft
toys to trauma victims, and I finally got my Ph. D. in chemistry... all that
playing with chemicals paid off in the end, it looks like. I wound up taking
a professor's position at the university I graduated from, and we adopted a
bunch of kids... 7, so far. They kinda remind me of my sisters... I guess
that's OK, since they all wound up all right, as weird as they were.

~ FIN ~

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