I have too much time on my hands.
This is for a 100 themes challenge by darknessversuslight, although I won't be doing them in order.
I think this barely scrapes through to keep the T rating. There won't be any lemons in this collection (hell no), but there might be smut -cough-

I don't own Kingdom Hearts x]

Hayner's parents had always been very tolerant people when it came to their son. Even his mother Julia, who pursed her lips when he would wolf down his food in a way she disapproved of. His father Martine would simply chew on the inside of his tanned cheek and look back down at his newspaper.

Once when Hayner was nine, he had jumped on top of the moving tram in the central part of Twilight Town, causing most of the shopkeepers to chase after the tram. The Accessory shop girl had fallen in front of it by accident, which managed to stop the tram.
Hayner hadn't apologised at all, instead running back home and telling his parents they wouldn't let him have any fun.

He had to be the most mischievous boy Julia had ever laid eyes on (she had never actually seen the notorious Seifer Almasy, and therefore didn't count him in her calculations.)
But at times the mischief would fade from his eyes, especially when he talked about his boyfriend. Then, his chocolate eyes would melt and a grin would spread over his face.

"Boyfriend?" Julia had tittered when he told her, before turning back to the stove.
Martine didn't really mind that his son fancied other boys. Whoever his current interest was, they seemed to make him happy, which was all that Martine was concerned about.

You may have noticed that there was never an event where Martine and Julia actually met Hayner's boyfriend. They had never asked about him, more expecting for Hayner to introduce him when the time was right. Julia in particular liked to emphasise the when the time was right part in her head.

So, of course, when Julia opened Hayner's door that unfortunate Tuesday morning, her mind was preoccupied of various thoughts. Why Hayner went to bed right after he came home from school last night, whether the eggs weren't runny enough, and why there were two people in Hayner's bed instead of the typical one?

Usually Hayner slept on his side with his quilt pulled all the way up to his chin, so when Julia spotted said quilt lying at the doorway, she had known something was wrong.
Instead of a quilt pulled up to his chin, Hayner's bed had a very sheer, thin sheet pulled up halfway, just enough to cover up his and - his - lower regions.

Hayner's back was to Julia; his bare arms wrapped around the other boy's neck. His face was buried in the boy's shoulder, and Julia could see several hickeys blossoming from Hayner's neck to halfway down his back. His legs were hitched over the boy's - Julia felt strange referring to him as a boy when he looked far older than Hayner - hips, and he quietly moaned occasionally.

The other boy had ruffled platinum blonde hair, and a striking scar down his face. Julia's cheeks tightened when she thought of what kind of person he was to have gotten such a terrifying scar.
She pulled her eyes away - was that white on Hayner's bed sheets?! - And backed out of the room, almost slamming the door shut with her shaky hands.

First impressions were everything, even for the open-minded.
So Julia pursed her lips, Martine shook his newspaper, and Seifer draped his arm over the back of Hayner's chair at the kitchen table as Julia surveyed at the most mischievous pair she'd ever laid eyes on.

God, I wish I had a beta. If anyone is willing to beta my stuff, PUH-LEESE review so I can contact you, I really need one.
PS; Yes, that was white on Hayner's bedsheets.