He tried stretching his arms and touched it with the tip of his fingers, "Almost..." he said.
He pushed in further under the bed and finally grabbed it. "All right I have it..... Now I have to get out..." he said trying to move back.
Meanwhile, Turles wasn't concentrating on anything else but that ass. Blood was slowly seeping out of his nose as he watched Kakarott's backside, he was so temped to just slap or grab it. He wiped the drool away as Kakarott finally made it out of under the bed, holding the diary.
"You know, its really rude to read other people's personal stuf-"
As Kakarott continued to speak to him, Turles wasn't even listening, his eyes wern't on his Kakarott's face, they were very much lower...... He just nodded as Kakarott spoke to him, "-your just so lucky I'm not in a bad mood today-"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh..." Turles said like a zombie, still gazing at Kakarott's body.
"-I mean, it has my life in it, you shouldn't be going through it, please don't do it again, forget about all the things I wrote down.. OK?"
"Yeah yeah..."
"Are you even listening!"
Turles finally looked up when Kakarott's voice got higher and louder, "Uh sorry?"
"Were you listening to what I was saying...?!"
"Um yes..." Turles said, trying as hard as possible not to look back down at his body.
Kakarott frowned, "I don't think you were... Ugh doesn't matter anyway, just don't do it again. I'm leaving now-"
Before Kakarott could even finish his sentence, or even blink, he felt hands gripping onto his roughly, then he felt himself being pushed back and shoved into a wall behind him. He stopped breathing and looked up at Turles, "What the hell?" he managed to say.
'No....No.... This is too much like my dream. I have to be dreaming again!' Kakarott thought.
"Your probably thinking right now: how is he doing the same thing I dreamed about.? I read your diary, did you forget..? I also read that today was your birthday, your 17 now."
Realization struck Kakarott, "M-my birthday...?" he almost forgot.
"Yep. Gosh, how could you forget your own 17th birthday?"
"I...I don't know..." Kakarott said in shock. After he snapped out of it, he frowned up at Turles, "OK you told me it was my birthday. And just because I dream of things like that doesn't mean I want it, could you please let me go?"
"Without a birthday present...? I couldn't do that..." Turles said smiling down at him.
"What is it you want to give me..?" Kakarott asked in annoyance.
Turles leaned down and kissed his lips. Kakarott's eyes widened. He liked kissing Turles but he didn't have time for this, he didn't want to be submissive and helpless, he didn't want to have sex. He finally pushed his lips away from his but his body was still stuck onto his, "Turles..." Kakarott said breathlessly, "All right... You... Got your...Kiss... Now can I...Go..?"
Turles smirked, "What? But I'm not done yet."
Kakarott was getting more nervous, "W-what do you want then..?"
"Don't be scared, I just wanna' play..."
"I don't like the sound of that."
Turles laughed, "Nah it will be fun..." he said not moving away.
Kakarott fake-laughed and looked around for the door, he noticed it was closed, "Hey um how about we do this another time, because I really gotta' do a mission with my crew-"
"This won't take long." Turles said, "Just 15 minutes, please?"
"That's too long."
"10 minutes.?"
Kakarott stared at him, "Fine. 10 minutes then I'm leaving." he finally said.
"Awesome," Turles said excitedly, "OK sit on the bed." he moved away.
Kakarott glared at him unsurely, "What? Why?" he asked.
"Please just do it." Turles said and walked in another room.
Kakarott sighed and sat on Turles' bed. He was getting a bad feeling about this. What did Turles want? 'Oh! He's probably getting my birthday present...' he thought nodding to himself.
He stared at the carpet and waited for Turles to return, not too long later he did. Kakarott stared at Turles as he sat next to him, "Uh where's my gift.....?" Kakarott finally asked
"You'll get it... Jeez, your pretty impatient..." Turles said quietly.
"No I'm not..." Kakarott growled, "I was just asking.