a fic!

*squeee* Title: The Opportune MomentAuthor: Nen-RekhRating: NC-17Disclaimer: This didn't happen. This is fiction. I gain nothing. No harm or foul intended towards anyone.Summary: Eicca realizes his chance is at hand************1.You know how they say you can find anything on the internet? Boy, were they right! Search engines are cool, you type something in and sometimes you get the oddest results. For instance, I went to google.com, typed in the name of my band, 'Apocalyptica', clicked the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button and found the strangest thing....Have you ever heard of something called "slash"? I hadn't, until today... Ok, I take that back, I'm familiar with the feeling and idea of having sex, or making love, with another man, but I didn't know that people write such fantasies and then posted them on the internet!Boy, do I feel out of the loop. After my initial shock at seeing my name with Perttu's involved in a most interesting plot, I realized it was the answer to my prayers.How does one go about revealing their deepest, darkest, most hidden secret to the very reason for the secret? For a long time, I have been in love with Perttu. I'm talking deep, scare me shitless, love. If we lived anywhere but here, maybe it would be easier, but this is Finland. Men just aren't openly gay, hell, two men hugging has people raising their eyebrows. So, how do I tell Perttu that I want to strip him naked and do all sorts of lewd and lustful things to his body? He's my best friend, my bandmate and the one person on this earth I love more than anything. I don't even know if he's gay. I mean, he doesn't have a girlfriend that I've noticed, but who the hell has time for one? We're so busy with the band, plus our 'other' jobs, there just isn't enough hours in a day for anything else.Back to the point. I love Perttu and haven't had the guts or found the right way to tell him. Nights I've spent, laying awake and staring at the ceiling, wishing for a sign.Well, my agony has come to an end, I've found a way to tell him without him even knowing! Yippy! Who the fuck is Nen-Rekh? Nice name, exotic and completely incognito. It's perfect.I finish reading the story, somewhat dismayed to find that it's not complete. I bookmark the site and spend a few moments reading our phorum before executing my plan. Once complete, I sit back, grinning. A touch of guilt goes through me, thinking of the person that actually wrote the story. I hope they aren't a regular poster on the phorum, they might be pissed at me stealing their story and identity.*******************Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, the real Nen-Rekh is awoken by the telephone and is promptly in the throes of an anxiety attack when learning the recent events that have taken place on the Apocalyptica phorum.*******************2. I'm in the kitchen, elbow deep in flour, oils and other assorted ingredients, when Perttu comes barreling through my front door the day after I began a life of crime. What? You've never heard of identity theft? I'm concentrating on making dinner when the front door flies open and slams against the wall. Flour poofs everywhere when I jump, the shit nearly scared completely out of me."Eicca! Have you seen the phorum?" He's shrieking at me, hands flapping in the air.Oh shit. This is not a good time for me... I pull my face into a look of confusion, peering at him through the flour cloud as though he's the crazy one here."Do I look like I have time to check the phorum? Look at this mess!" He just blinks at me, at the disaster I've made of my kitchen. "Good God, Eicca, what are you making?"Hoping he's been effectively distracted, it doesn't usually take much after all, I scowl at him. "Nothing. Now leave me alone, I'm busy!" I almost laugh in relief when he turns away. Yes! Mission accomplisssshhhh...shit. He's coming back. "Wait! You have to see the phorum! Look at what someone posted!" Fuck! "Ok ok,... keep your pantyhose on." May as well get this over with. I wash my hands, clear up to my armpits, and my face. I told you I made a hell of a mess. I look at him when I'm clean and shoo him to the computer, making a show over how annoyed I am when, in reality, I think I'm about to puke. "Well, show me whatever it is you want to show me."He bounds over to my desk, flipping the damn thing on and taps his fingers impatiently as it boots. Yammering like an idiot the whole time. "There was this post, someone new, I've never seen their name before, but they posted from Finland, I know that much. The subject line said something like "Eicca and Perttu: the beginning of their story" or some such shit. I was like, 'what the fuck?' and opened it and there was this link that took me to a story. Oh My God, Eicca. You would never believe what it was! I read it, than ran right over here. Here, sit down, read this." I'm shoved into my chair, the page he brings up blinks to rapid life on my screen. I hope he doesn't notice that the loading time is so fast. I curse at myself for not clearing my history. Oh, he's still babbling at me. "Someone has a really wild imagination, Eicca. I can't believe someone would write this and post it on the phorum!"I'm pretending to read the screen, my thoughts in a whirlwind trying to gauge his reaction. He doesn't seem really upset or pissed or disgusted but he doesn't seem too thrilled with it either. I think the shock is over-riding everything else. How do I play this? Be cool? Shocked? Horrified? Damn, I wish I had thought this far ahead. Ok, scroll down, read it... look mystified...Soon, I'm engrossed in the story and find myself nearly panting and shifting in my seat as I image Perttu in the shower, jerking himself off to thoughts of me. My hand strays to ease the pressure in my pants. Damn, it's hot in here...suddenly I realize he's reading over my shoulder! I literally feel my face flushing as I snatch my hand away from my crotch."Eicca!" Oh shit. Vittu. Fuck. Paskat. He saw me. "Don't tell me you actually got excited by that!" I swear, if my head gets any redder, it's going to blow off."Ok, I won't." My eyes pop open in horror when I realize what's just come out of my mouth. I did NOT mean to say that! Oh God, help me. Please?3.Alas, it was not to be. No great chasm came to swallow me and my shame. Lightning didn't smite me dead and a tidal wave, unfortunatly, didn't come to sweep me away. Damnit!So, I got the unmitigated joy of watching Perttu's face go through a number of expressions. Blank stare... disbelief... shock... lots of rapid blinking... Under any other circumstance, it would have been amusing to see. He's really quite expressive when he's been rendered speechless, but right now I'm too paralyzed with my own shame to enjoy the show.Instead, I blush. I can feel it, going clear up to my hair. You think Perttu's ears go red? You've obviously never seen mine go up in flames. I wonder if my hair is getting singed yet."Eicca?" I paused in my sniffing the air for the scent of burnt hair to look up at him."Huh?" Oh jeez. He's got this look on his face... it scares me to be honest. I feel his hand touch my shoulder, squeeze, then travel down and across my chest. I'm staring, unable to move, my brain long shorted out from the stress. Hell, we all know it's been AWOL since before I posted that fucking story. So, here I sit, with my bandmate, the lust of my life, feeling me up and smirking down at me like he's going to eat me for dinner and make me like it. Oh please God, yes.His fingers reach the waistband of my jeans and I swear there's going to be a jailbreak from my pants any minute now. I can't help tightening my stomach, pulling in and hoping he'll delve deeper. Please please please touch me. My eyes drift shut."I am touching you." I feel Perttu's breath against my hair.Oh God, I said that out loud? That's it, my life is... what did he say?I look up at him through the haze of lust before my eyes. Strange, but he looks quite content to be here, touching me. Am I dreaming? Hallucinating? Maybe I've had some bizarre kitchen accident that's knocked me out and I'm making all this up. Where am I? Mother? Where's my Mommy?Insistant fingers slide into my jeans, tease over the head of my cock and I forget any thoughts at all about any relatives of mine. Where ever they are, I hope it's far, far away!Suddenly, I'm free of my jeans, his hand wrapped completely around my length as he strokes me slowly. My head falls back, colliding with his shoulder, as I arch into his touch. Ohhhh God... "Read it." "Huh?" Oh, I'm so articulate! "The story... read it to me." I stare blindly at the screen, trying desperately to get my eyes to focus properly. Finally, I find the words and begin to read, my voice shaking as I stutter."His soap-slicked hand found his erection. He braced his free arm against the shower wall, his forehead resting on it. Perttu watched his fingers wrap around his straining cock, the purpled head beaded with pre-cum. As he brought his hand slowly up and back down, he thought of Eicca, imagined him here, his large frame curled behind him. Protecting him... wanting him. He could almost feel Eicca's arms sliding around him. Eicca's hand touching him, fingers twining with his own. Eicca's lips nibbling across his shoulder, up his neck before whispering in his ear."I'm panting now, unable to keep myself from jerking my hips. Fuck... fuck! His hand is gripping me tighter now, the strokes taking on purpose and rhythm. Yes... make me come Perttu... please... Oh fuck, he's whispering in my ear, his lips grazing over the sensative skin. "You like that, Eicca? You want to fuck me in a shower? You want me to jerk off while thinking of you?" Am I supposed to answer that? Someone, anyone, give me a clue! I can't do anything but watch my cock fuck through his fist. Reality is turning out to be so much better than my fantasies. Almost there... Fuck! He's slowing down... no no no... please keep going... don't stop!Again, he's whispering. "Do you, Eicca? Do you want me to fantasize about you? Answer me, or you don't get off."Oh God, why? Why me? His fingers are tracing over my length, the tips of them plucking at the head, following the ridge and underside to my balls then back again. Mini-me is twitching and jerking, begging for more. Vittu, the sight of it is so hot...A high pitched keening sound squeezes past my throat and, desperate for him to finish me, I relent and nod. "Yes."He chuckles against my hair. Thinking I've been had, I'm about two seconds from belting him in the mouth when he renews his grip on my cock and, resumes stroking me, harder and faster than before. My eyes cross, hands gripping the arms of my computer chair as I brace back, preparing to blow the roof right off. I'm so wrapped up in what I'm feeling that I don't notice any changes until it's too late.Suddenly, his lips are pressed against mine but gone again before I can respond. Still reeling, I hear his voice again, low and throaty in my ear. "I do think about you, Eicca. Every time I make myself come, I say your name." Oh God. Oh my fucking sweet God. Just the thought.... Suddenly, I'm coming. Wet heat is wrapped snugly around the head of my cock and I watch through crossed eyes as Perttu sucks me dry. Oh fuck! Oh vittu! My right hand goes to his hair, clasping the back of his head as I drive deeper into his mouth. When I finally come back to earth, I look down to see Perttu sitting back on his heels, watching me with an amused expression."You ok?" I try to laugh but the sound that erupts from me is more like that of a choking mule. "Yeah, just peachy. Great. Fantastic."He laughs at me. The little fucker actually laughs.I should send this Nen-Rekh person a thank you card.THE END