Chapter Summary: What happens when Cory (Sanzo) and Gordon (Goku) fail to make follow up plans after their first date?

Since this is an AU, the names are (mostly) different; see the list of characters at the beginning. Characters who appear or are mentioned in this chapter:

Gordon Smalls = Son Goku
Cory Sanzo = Genjyo Sanzo (think Kouryuu as the source for the name)
Yvonne = Yaone
Gustav = the cook (no Saiyiuki equivalent)
Jimmy = Jiroushin
Connie (Cory's aunt) = Kanzeon Bosatsu

The House of the Rising Sun

Chapter 6

Gordon walked slowly up the stairs to his room. He was just as glad not to run into his friends on the way. What had just happened confused him enough that he didn't want to discuss it with them, but he was too honest to put them off with a white lie if he ran into them. He still thought he had done the right thing by stopping what would have been an enjoyable, though messy and semi-public, sexual encounter with Cory, but he didn't feel absolutely certain of that. Rejecting someone's advances wasn't the kind of thing someone did at the beginning of a relationship if they wanted to see it through. Besides, Cory likely wasn't used to being rejected and might have been offended.

It wasn't that he didn't want to have sex with Cory. He wanted him, wanted him as badly as he needed oxygen. He hoped Cory wanted him that much too, but he also wanted Cory to want him for who he was, not just as an object of lust.

And what did Cory mean when he said that he'd call Gordon? Cory had already given him his cell phone number. Did he mean Gordon should hold off and wait until Cory called him first? He never imagined that the etiquette of who calls who would ever be relevant to him. He thought this kind of thing only came up in relationships with women.

Gordon therefore resisted the temptation to call Cory anyway. He only had enough clean underwear for one more day, so laundry should be his first priority; he'd learned the hard way that recycling underwear resulted in unbecoming and uncomfortable chafing. He also had an essay to write that he'd been putting off because he had no clue what to write about the Odyssey that hadn't already been written many times, and better, by others.

But instead of doing the sensible thing and taking his dirty clothes to the laundry room, he toed off his sneakers and lay down on the bed. He had just enough self-control to stop himself from calling Cory, but he couldn't stop thinking about what had almost happened between them. Had Cory planned to give him a hand job and expected Gordon to reciprocate? Or was he going to suck Gordon off while he was shoved against the wall where anyone walking by could see and overhear them?

He started palming his groin without intending to do so, as if his hand had a mind of its own. When he noticed, he looked at his hand, befuddled at it acting without any conscious input from him. After his mind caught up to his hand, he gladly unzipped his pants and pulled his half-erect cock out of the opening in his boxers. Once he had his dick in hand, it dawned on him that this would be a lot more comfortable if he used lubricant. He lunged toward his nightstand drawer to get it. Maybe this would get him to remember not to leave it until the last minute next time.

Hissing at the chilliness of the lube –warming it up beforehand was another reason to retrieve the lube earlier in the process – he slicked his palm and fingers and wrapped them around his now-throbbing hard-on. The long, smooth strokes he gave himself felt really, really good.

He sped up and applied more pressure. Wanting more – more frequent touches over more of his dick, maybe even fingering his ass – he fumbled one-handed until he managed to drag both his pants and underwear down below his hips. He then applied lube to that hand and fondled his balls, working his way backwards until he was fingering his hole. The hand that had gone back to his dick jerked and tugged while his hips bucked upward.

Letting go of his cock for the moment so he could pay more attention to the rest of what he was doing, he withdrew his finger partway and pushed it back in slowly, testing to see how far it would go. That didn't feel quite right, so he crooked his finger and probed gently.

When he hit the right spot, his hips stuttered and he let out a breathy "fuck" without meaning to. He picked up the throw pillow that his mother had made for him and bit down on it to muffle the sounds he couldn't help making.

He removed his finger and started masturbating again. The fingering had kept his erection stiff; all he had to do now was to go at it hard and fast enough to get himself off. He slid his hand along his length, twisted his wrist, and tugged. Recalling what his cock looked like disappearing into Cory's mouth, how it felt with Cory's hands wrapped around it and when he was inside Cory's body was enough to bring him to orgasm. Semen spurting, he bit down hard on the pillow – if he hadn't been effectively gagged, he'd have been shouting Cory's name – while his heart thudded and his breath turned into heavy pants.

After his heart rate and breathing went back to normal, and he put the pillow back where it came from, he noticed that his shirt and bedspread were soiled. He sighed at the thought that they now needed to be added to the pile of dirty laundry.

The phone rang before he could do anything more about his laundry.

Cory punched in Gordon's number and hoped he'd left enough time for Gordon to make it back to his place. He'd felt stupid when he realized they hadn't made any plans to meet again. Apparently, his libido had reduced his brains to mush.

This forgetfulness was not only annoying, but it might also lead Gordon to assume that Cory wasn't interested in him, or was only interested in having sex with him. That wasn't at all what Cory intended to convey. Things were different with Gordon than they had been with anyone else he'd met in a long time. Cory didn't want to inadvertently chase him away because of his inattentiveness.

The phone started ringing, and Cory drummed his fingers while he waited for Gordon to pick up. It rang once… twice… three times…

Just when he had resigned himself to leaving a message, the phone clicked and Gordon picked up. Cory was relieved that he didn't have to decide on a message to leave after the beep.

"Hi," he said. "It's Cory." He waited a moment; when Gordon didn't answer, he asked, "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Gordon stifled a snort. "No, you didn't."

"Well, uh …" Cory wished he didn't sound (or feel) like a tongue-tied teenager. "We neglected to make plans to meet again." His pride wouldn't let him admit that he was to blame for that.

Gordon smiled. "I'm glad you called! I wasn't sure where we'd left things." He wasn't about to admit that he was worried that Cory had dumped him before their relationship had a chance to get off the ground. Despite Cory's prickly personality, he was a good enough catch to have his pick of partners. He didn't have to settle for Gordon.

"What about going to see a movie?"

"Cool! When's a good time?"

"Next Sunday?"

"That works for me. What time?"

"I'll call you Friday. We can figure everything out then. When do you get out of your last class?"

"I'll be done with classes by three. I should be back here by, oh, three-thirty."

"I'll call you then." Cory almost hung up first, but remembered to add, "Good-bye, Gordon."

"'Bye, Cory. Thanks for lunch."

When Cory had called Gordon on Friday, he'd told him, "You can pick the movie on two conditions: no chick flicks and no movies in 3-D. They give me migraines."

"Aw, what makes you think I'd wanna see a chick flick?" Gordon asked indignantly.

Cory had said it mostly to get Gordon's goat, but the proviso wasn't entirely a joke. "Just making sure," Cory said. "Romantic comedies are ridiculously unrealistic, and tragedies make me want to kill the characters first and then myself for having wasted my time on them." This left Gordon wondering how Cory knew this if he hated them so much.

When they got to the ticket booth, Gordon tried to pay for both of them. "Last time was your treat," he said. "This time is mine."

"No," Cory said. "I'll pay for myself. I work and you don't."

As it turned out, tickets for shows that started before six were cheap, but like everywhere else, concession prices sucked, so they each paid to see the movie and Cory paid for the snacks. Gordon tried to control himself after seeing the concession prices, but they wound up loaded down with two large sodas, a jumbo tub of popcorn, a box of Sno-Caps, and two hot dogs anyway. Cory ate maybe a third of the popcorn and a hot dog, and Gordon ate the rest. Cory marveled that Gordon managed to maintain his sleek physique given the amount he ate every time he saw him.

The movie, the name of which was unremarkable enough that they forgot it as soon as they left the theater, featured spies, non-stop action, souped-up cars, and the usual female-sidekick-as-romantic-interest. Although the romantic subplot bored Cory to tears, at least the actress was pretty and her character wasn't incompetent. Lack of stupidity was always a plus. The rest of the movie was noisy and confusing, with music that was too loud and dialog that was too soft to be heard easily, but there were lots of explosions and spectacular special effects.

"Ya wanna go somewhere else?" Gordon asked hopefully afterward. Movies were traditional date fodder, but all that seeing one amounted to was paying to see the same thing at the same time. It wasn't a way to get to know someone better.

"Like where?"

Gordon didn't want to suggest going straight back to Cory's; it seemed a bit forward, maybe even outright rude, to invite himself over, and he knew that they were likely to get to know each other better only carnally if they went there. But he didn't feel comfortable inviting Cory back to where he lived either; his room was cramped and the common rooms weren't private enough for a conversation. "Well, we could go back to that café you took me to."

"We'd have to take the streetcar," Cory pointed out. "And you'd have to come back this way afterward." While the theater wasn't within easy walking distance of the fraternity, it was closer to it and the universities than to where Cory lived.

The drizzle that had fallen most of the day threatened to turn into full-fledged rain. "There's a coffee shop nearby that's pretty good," Gordon said. "Wanna go there before we get drenched?"

Cory nodded; the weather seemed motivation enough not to prolong the discussion. They hustled to get there before the rain could start falling in earnest.

The coffee shop was one of those scruffy, funky collegiate hangouts where none of the furniture or china matched, baskets were set out to collect donations for the cause of the moment, and the staff consisted mostly of college students who needed extra money. Not surprisingly, it served healthy but hearty food. Cory ordered an apricot pecan square to go with his coffee, and it was excellent – moist and filling, not heavy and dried out like so much organic hippie food.

They sat in the front corner of the shop at a wooden table that had originally been a spool for heavy-duty electrical cable. While they were waiting for their food, Gordon asked, "So what did ya think of the movie? Was it okay?"

"It was fine," Cory replied, adding, "The special effects were impressive." He didn't see any point in sharing his criticisms of the movie; it was obvious that Gordon wanted Cory to like the movie he'd chosen.

"I'm glad ya liked it," Gordon said, smiling.

Cory nodded and changed the subject. "So how's wrestling coming?"

Gordon's face clouded over. "I'm so busy with schoolwork that I haven't made it to all the practices, so I asked the coach to take me off the team before he did it himself. I'm impressed that you remembered, though."

Then their orders came, and they alternated between sipping their beverages, eating the desserts, and talking about videogames. Every so often, Gordon would lean forward and accidentally make contact with Cory – foot with foot, or knee with knee - and blush.

Right after the third time this happened, a girl with short curly brown hair who'd just walked in stopped short and yelled, "Gordy!" Gordon looked around, bemused.

She walked toward them. Gordon said, "Hi, Lisa. My name's Gordon, not Gordy."

She didn't respond, turning her attention to Cory instead. "Hello, who are you?" she asked, smiling.

Cory looked at Gordon, who said, "This is Cory. Cory, this is Lisa. We're in the same lit class."

Cory shook the hand she offered him and said, "Hi."

Lisa wrinkled her nose and said, "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a student?"

Cory shrugged. "No, I'm not. Gordon and I met at work."

Gordon looked a little worried. Cory nodded toward him and said, "I work in my aunt's shop and Gordon's a customer. Not everyone around here's a student, you know."

"Most people are. Which shop is it?"

Uncertain whether she was just making small talk or really wanted to know. Cory deflected here question with a joke. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you," he said, smiling.

Gordon sputtered and spat out some of his coffee. Lisa patted his shoulder, which only seemed to unnerve him more.

To Cory's relief, Lisa turned to Gordon and asked, "Did you finish reading the Aeneid yet? It was totally boring!"

"No, not yet," Gordon admitted.

She looked like she was about to sit down with them, so Cory said, "Sorry to rush off, but I have to get back to the store soon to help close up."

"Oh," she said as her face fell and she walked away. Gordon exhaled. "Thanks. She's well-meaning, but a little nosy. Why didn't you tell her that you're a student?"

Cory picked at the remains of his apricot pecan square. "She might bug you to introduce her to me. She might even check with the registrar's office and find out I was lying. It's always better to lie as little as possible and keep your lies simple."

"Thanks for not explaining how we really met. Most of the guys at the fraternity know I dig guys, not girls, but it's not general knowledge."

Cory stood up. "We might as well get out of here, otherwise it's going to be obvious that I said that just to get rid of her."

Gordon stood up as well, eyeing his unfinished coffee sadly. They had only been there long enough to finish their snacks. "I guess you're right."

"If you want to finish your coffee, pour it into a paper cup and bring it with you."

As they left, Lisa was laughing and chattering with some acquaintances in another corner. Gordon didn't go over and say goodbye, preferring not to draw attention to their departure.

"So what now?" Gordon said once they were outside, sipping his coffee. It was drizzling again instead of raining like it had while they were inside. "Dinner isn't for a couple of hours, and I don't feel like heading back yet."

Cory hesitated. "Come back with me."

Gordon looked at him quizzically. "Ya mean it?"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." After that, Gordon saw no point in questioning him any further.

Gordon finished his coffee while they waited for the next streetcar to come along. Once the streetcar took off, Gordon's heart thumped so loudly that he thought Cory surely must have noticed. What had happened between them before didn't count anymore. Whatever happened now would.

Some of his nervousness must have communicated itself to Cory. He took Gordon's hand and squeezed it briefly before letting go. He looked out the window and avoided looking at Gordon for most of the ride, though. Gordon wondered if Cory was nervous too, but he didn't understand what Cory might have to be nervous about.

Cory unlocked the back entrance to the House and they walked up the rear staircase, which was more institutional-looking than the portion of the building that Gordon had seen before. They walked past a few people in the hallway, including the dark-haired woman Gordon had seen wearing a cheongsam on her way out of the House at the beginning of his first visit.

Cory unlocked his door and offered Gordon a beer. Gordon turned it down. Cory opened one for himself and took a couple of healthy swigs before putting it down and sitting next to Gordon on the sofa. The next thing Gordon knew, Cory was all over him.

Gordon slid downward and wound up stretched out beneath Cory, who kissed and caressed Gordon starting from the top of his head and proceeding to his neck, chest, and waist. Gordon suppressed a yelp when he felt Cory's lips around his cock, even though he'd known where this was headed once Cory undid his pants.

Maybe it was because it had been awhile since he'd been on the receiving end, or maybe it was because it hadn't been paid for, but each suck and swipe of Cory's tongue had Gordon moaning in an embarrassingly wanton display. Cory smirked at him, each upward twitch of his mouth letting Gordon know that he knew exactly what this was doing to Gordon and enjoyed taking him apart.

In retaliation, Gordon began thrusting his hips. Not a lot – not enough to make Cory gag – but enough. Gordon whimpered when Cory pulled away, but instead of the warning he expected, Cory said, "Get your clothes off and I'll meet you in the bedroom."

Gordon made a beeline for the bedroom, shedding his clothes along the way. Cory headed for the bathroom and returned, damp washcloth in hand. Gordon was lying on Cory's bed. Cory coaxed Gordon into rolling onto his stomach and swiped between his legs with the washcloth. Gordon jerked away. "No fair," he said. "You're still dressed."

"Shh," Cory said as he ditched the washcloth. He straddled Gordon, who felt Cory's hands spreading his cheeks as his tongue left a wet trail between them. Despite knowing it was coming, he still gasped when Cory's tongue flicked inside him, opening him up.

Cory pulled away without warning him first. Gordon heard him removing his clothes and tossing them to the floor. The bed dipped as a drawer slid open. A cap popped and Gordon felt the slick coolness of lube as Cory prepped him.

"I know you like to see my face when we do this, but I'd like to try it from behind this time."

Gordon turned around. His uncertainty showed in his face. "Why?"

"It's just – It's a better angle. I can go faster and harder." Cory paused to think about it. "It'll be easier for you to do it to me than for me to explain it."

"But I'm ready already!"

"Too bad. Turn over again." Gordon did, staring up at him. Cory used his hand to make sure he was fully hard, then passed Gordon the lube.

Gordon shook his head, bemused, but got off the bed anyway so Cory could lie down on it. "I don't think I'm ready to do that rimming stuff," he warned Cory.

"That's okay." The pillow Cory's chin rested on muffled his response.

Gordon coated his fingers and concentrated. His hand shook a little as he worked his way inside Cory. He looked for Cory's prostate and congratulated himself when Cory's groans let him know he'd found it.

Gordon lost his concentration for a moment when he thought about how odd it was that this gorgeous man had chosen to be with him. Cory grunted unhappily; Gordon's fingers must have probed in the wrong direction while he was second-guessing himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he babbled, running his other hand up and down Cory's back in an attempt to soothe him.

"Just – just pay attention to what you're doing."

Once Gordon had worked as many fingers as he thought were necessary, he slathered lube on his penis. Cory got up on his hands and knees, wagging his rear to let Gordon know to get on with it.

Gordon gripped Cory's left hip with one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his cock in order to aim it in the right direction. Despite this, the first attempt didn't work out; the tip of his penis bounced off instead of sliding between Cory's cheeks. He went more slowly the second time, hissing with pleasure as Cory took in his cock. He closed his eyes and performed an imaginary victory dance when he was fully seated inside Cory and his balls were pressed against Cory's ass.

The victory dance ended prematurely when Cory growled, "Fuck me, damn you." Doing as he was told, Gordon plunged in so hard and fast that Cory had to hold onto the headboard so the thrusts wouldn't knock him into it headfirst. As he pushed in and pulled back, Gordon watched the sinews in Cory's neck strain and perspiration break out on his back, amazed that he'd had such effect on the man in front of him in such a short time.

Cory's ragged voice asking Gordon to touch him reminded him that he hadn't paid any attention to Cory's cock. He lowered his torso until his chest met Cory's sweaty back, which allowed him to reach Cory's cock and wrap his fingers around it. It jumped in his hand.

After that, Gordon was barely aware of what was happening. He knew that the way he was handling Cory's cock was pulling lewd sounds out of Cory, that he was gripping Cory's hip with his other hand, and was pounding him into mercilessly otherwise, but other than that, he abandoned conscious thought for instinct. Maybe Cory was right. Maybe not being able to look each other in the eye made it easier to let go completely.

He thought about what Cory looked like when he came. Picturing that, plus the slap of skin against skin and the creak of the bedsprings, brought him to the edge. He paused for a moment, panting, and decided to continue. He saw no reason to torture them both by trying to hang on just to prove he could.

A few more jerks were all it took to for Cory to orgasm and for his semen to spatter Gordon's hand and the bedspread underneath them. His muscles squeezing around Gordon's cock as Gordon continued to thrust brought Gordon to climax, too. Then Gordon held Cory in his arms until the spasms stopped for both of them.

When that happened, Cory stretched out on his stomach. Gordon almost collapsed on top of him, but at the last minute he rolled far enough away so as not to crush him. They lay there panting until Gordon said, "I see why you like doing it that way."

"Mm," Cory responded sleepily. Gordon thought about suggesting another round with Cory on the receiving end, but Cory looked like he was ready to go to sleep. So Gordon got up instead and started looking for his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Cory asked, looking over his shoulder at Gordon while he was picking up his underwear.

"Getting my clothes. You look beat, so I might as well get going."

Cory pushed himself up and sat cross-legged on the bed. "I'm fine," he said sharply. "Come here."

Gordon straightened up and walked over to the side of the bed where Cory was sitting. Cory grabbed Gordon's butt and pulled him in until his legs and Cory's were pressed together. He rested the top of his head on Gordon's stomach and said, "I want to fuck you from behind. Is there time, or do you have to leave?"

Gordon looked around for a clock. "I have time. You sure about this?"

It shouldn't have been possible to raise an eyebrow and scowl at the same time, but Cory managed it. "I know, I know," Gordon said, displaying his palms in a placating gesture. "You don't say anything you don't mean. Sheesh." He dropped the clothing he was holding on the floor and sat down next to Cory.

"On your hands and knees," Cory said.

Gordon shivered a little as he got into position. Cory went through a more hurried version of their earlier preparation. Gordon couldn't tell if Cory was rushing because he was still loose and slick from before or if impatience played a part in it as well.

He couldn't help but tense up as Cory pushed past that initial ring of muscle more forcefully than he had before. At least Gordon's recent exposure to it from the other side had taught him that this position could feel good for the receiver even though it looked brutal. He felt his insides being stretched, and it burned a little, but soon his muscles relaxed enough for Cory to slip all the way inside of him.

Cory held Gordon's butt with one hand while he lined himself up with the other and thrust in. Gordon still felt tight, and his muscles clenched despite the double prep. Cory figured that he was still a little nervous about being on the receiving end even after his experience on the other side.

Then the resistance gave way and Cory's cock slid in all the way. The fit was still snug though, and the vise-like grip around his cock led Cory to wonder how long he'd be able to last. An unexpected spasm on Gordon's part was enough to make Cory jump; he responded with a not entirely playful swat to Gordon's behind before he pulled partway out so he could start fucking Gordon in earnest.

Cory leaned forward and pressed Gordon's head and upper torso down onto the mattress while he secured Gordon's other arm behind his back. Gordon's spine curved downward like a ski slope while his cute ass was still curved up in the air. With Gordon pinned, Cory was able to drive into him until he was gasping and muttering curses into the pillow.

Cory yanked Gordon's hips back and started thrusting more shallowly, trying to stop himself from coming before Gordon did. He reached forward and began squeezing Gordon's cock with each thrust. The rhythm he'd built up and the friction of skin moving against skin brought him to such a knife's edge of tension that he couldn't back off even if he wanted to once he felt the tightness in his balls and coiling sensation in his gut that signaled impending orgasm. He abruptly let go, scrabbling at and holding onto Gordon's hips as aftershocks racked his body.

He became dimly aware that Gordon and Gordon's cock, which he was still holding, were spasming too. He loosened his grip and milked Gordon's cock until Gordon stopped ejaculating. When he became fully conscious once again, he discovered that his now-soft cock had slipped out and they were now collapsed on the bed, facing each other. He pushed a strand of Gordon's sweaty, disheveled hair out of his face while Gordon smiled at him.

Gordon was anxious not to arrive late for dinner and turned down Cory's offer of a quick shower in favor of a few swipes with the now chilly and barely damp washcloth. He threw on his clothes, giving Cory a sloppy kiss before dashing out.

Jimmy watched him bolt down the main staircase and out the front door. "Connie isn't going to like this," he muttered to himself.

Cory headed for the bathroom and a quick shower, but his phone rang before he could get in the shower. "Yes?" he said, irritated.

"Hello, Cory," Connie said in her deep, melodious drawl. "Stop by my office after dinner, okay? We need to talk."

"What about?" This couldn't have anything to do with Gordon. Other residents had outside lovers. There was no reason why he couldn't.

"Cory, honey, if I told you that, we might as well have our talk now. You go enjoy your dinner first. "

That was easier said than done. Cory's stomach clenched all through dinner, which was spicier than he preferred anyway. By the time he was outside the door to Connie's office, he felt like a schoolboy who'd been sent to the principal's office. After a moment's hesitation, he straightened his shoulders and knocked on the door.

Next chapter: Cory's conversation with Connie and its consequences.

A/N: There really is a movie theatre called the Prytania in the Uptown District near the universities that charges a low price for shows that start before six o'clock.