Title: Boy Next Door

Author: Lacey

Rating: M

Chapter: 1/?

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Pairing: Lozoo, SephJen, KaLoud, Sephesis, implied HojoJenova

Summary: Loz falls for the pretty boy next door, but his mother just isn't telling him something.

Warnings: AU, Crossdressing (DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ), Loz-centric chapter, Solo-time in the shower

AN: This randomly came to me while I was messing around with a dollmaker. XD I found the cutest outfit and I've been so hooked on Lozoo lately...that this story just popped into my head and I couldn't stop it. This will likely have a sequel. :3 Reviews and favorites are amazing, as are alerts. I thank anyone in advance, and anyone who reviews will be mentioned and have a personal reply when I write the next chapter's Author's Note. :3 Incentive to read and review? I hope so.

Chapter One: New In Town

Loz wasn't sure if he liked this new town. It was spacious and pretty, sure, on a beach and sun-drenched, but did that mean it was a good place to live? What if something bad happened to him or his little Dajy? He would hate that. But their mother had decided it was good for them to move to a new town, make new friends, and meet new people. Maybe because her sons didn't really have any friends where they had come from.

But this was just ridiculous. Kadaj had already made some little friends, just a couple, but Loz was left out of this. He couldn't seem to find anyone who wanted to spend any time with him. But that didn't mean he didn't find people he wanted to spend time with. The next door neighbor was a gorgeous young man. Well, at least, Loz was sure that he was a man. He didn't see any breasts in those feminine outfits.

Currently, it was a few weeks before summer break was over, and the gorgeous creature lay on a lawn chair, basking in the sun, a large sunhat on his face and a thin, short cream sundress clinging to his thighs and thin, svelte body. From Loz's vantage point, he could see right between those alabaster ankles blue with veins, straight between his legs to see the electric blue undies that definitely didn't look like a boy would wear them. But still, he could tell that this was definitely a boy.

The tall, muscled male didn't really want to admit that he was ogling from his room in the cool basement, the one with the window level with the ground. He had the perfect spot, with his window having a large enough ledge for him to lay out in his boxers and sun himself without leaving the house. On top of that, it was the perfect view of that gorgeous beauty that lay there so unwittingly that he was being watched with lascivious eyes by his own neighbor.

Somehow, not being known but still being able to look was something that really got Loz off. And that was obvious, with the way he jerked and twisted his hand in his lap as he watched the slow, torturous, alluring movements the other male made when he'd wrap those long, iridescent fingers around the tall glass of pink lemonade he drank and brought it to his lips. Those plump, full lips would then close around the straw and he'd suck a decent amount into his mouth, making Loz's fist tighten a bit as he watched with wide green-blue eyes. Then it would draw out of his mouth and be placed beside him again, a bored sigh would leave his lips and he'd re-adjust his legs, one down and one up, showing off the skimpy undergarments a bit better as he rest his Cosmopolitan against his raised knee and flipped the page, an ever-uninterested look plastered over his face.

If he had the nerve, he'd get up and get dressed in a pair of snug jeans, before going out there and saying hi. He'd slip down, knee between the slimmer thighs of the other boy, and kiss him; just to let him know that he wanted him. The young man beneath him would respond in kind, pushing up and obviously enjoying his muscles. Ahh, it would be perfect...

Tap, tap, tap.

"Huh?" That wasn't part of his thoughts. That was odd. He wasn't aware of when he closed his eyes, but when he opened them again he was so startled that he flung himself backwards off of his ledge and landed with a loud thump on the floor beside his bed. He blinked before swiftly yanking on his flannel pajama pants to try and hold onto whatever shreds of dignity he had left. He'd been caught.

That little nymph stood bent at his window, long hair a curtain by the left half of his face as his right hand moved up to tuck that side behind his ear, it kind of curving down behind his shoulder. Those eyes looked so familiar, but Loz didn't think much into it.

"Hello, there." A smooth, soft voice spoke and Loz was tempted to dive back into his pants. Whatever stiffness that had been there had been very successfully frightened out of him, that much was for sure. He stared back at him, and finally the male scoffed, pulling the window the rest of the way open. When had it opened in the first place...? "It isn't polite to stare." He insinuated, still just as calm as before.

"Ah...uh...h-hey.." Yeah, that was great and just how he had imagined it. Nice one, Loz. He slowly stood and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before moving over and leaning against the ledge, offering his non-dominant hand. The other male looked at it a moment, assessing which hand had been on something else moments before, before giving him a delicate, thin hand and giving a soft smile.

"Uh, name's Loz. Loz Weness." He was clearly nervous.

"Yazoo Sol." Was the simple reply; in a last-ditch effort to be gentlemanly, Loz brought that hand to his lips and kissed gently, getting a soft, hardly-registered twitch upward of those utterly kissable lips. "It is also rude to jack off while watching someone without their permission." To hear Yazoo say such a thing was such a shame, and Loz gave him a look that was quite obviously upset to hear it.

"I...I'm sorry..."

"Sure is a way to meet someone, though. Next time you decide to do that as you watch me, warn me first; I'll give you quite the show for one in return." He offered, dropping lecherous eyes down to rest at the crotch of the other's pants. "Okay?" Figuring that it was just that Yazoo was into sex, Loz tried not to think much into it.

"A-alri--"

"Or...you could come out and play with me?" He offered, and it was at this point that Loz finally took notice of something missing and something he hadn't seen before; the hat was gone, abandoned on the lounge chair, and a, seemingly, real turquoise bead hung from a thin leather strap around his neck, and dangled deliciously in front of his chest, that was partially exposed. Sadly, the dress was far too tight. It was at this moment that the hand was taken away, and Loz floundered a moment at the invitation that had just struck his ears.

"Y-you want...me to...play? ...play what?" That's right, act dumb. Don't let him know you want to slam him down on the your bedroom floor right now, rip off that delicious dress and sample his beautiful body with every sensory organ you have. That didn't help the slowly growing hardness in his pants, though. However, Yazoo just gave a kind, if not slightly odd, smile and backed up a bit.

"How about volleyball?" He offered, "I'll give you some time for a shower and a change of clothes, and I'll meet you in the back yard at the net, okay?" He was on the team, at school; his father had sued them when they had cut him for being a boy. That had let Yazoo on the team, and that sat just as well with the young titanium haired male.

He left Loz to his own devices at that point, taking his things back into the house and closing the window that let them speak. Deciding a shower and some privacy sounded nice, he headed out of his room and passed his baby brother and his new friend on the couch in the main room as he headed through the vast basement to the bathroom. What he hadn't expected to see, though, had him backtracking a moment to stare at the couple seated so lightly on the couch.

That blond...his name was Cloud. He was pinned beneath the youngest Weness boy, who was violently and harshly molesting his mouth with his tongue. Loz couldn't do anything but stare from the awkward vantage point he had, and he blinked a bit, then closed his eyes. He wasn't mad, so much as shocked.

"Kadaj...?" That had the smaller male leaping away from his supposed boyfriend as if he had been burned. "What are you doing?" A dark blush overcame him at being caught, and the aforementioned boy simply shrugged.

"Watchin' a movie." He pointed to the TV, where Texas Chainsaw Massacre was playing. One of Kadaj's favorites.

"So that's what they're calling it, these days." Loz chuckled, shaking his head. "Warn a guy sometimes, okay? I don't need to see you makin' out with everyone." It was just awkward for him. Especially imagining the little Dajy that he protected and guarded like he was a petite princess...as the dominant partner. Sure, he knew Kadaj could dish out punishment like nothing else, and that he was very good at being cruel...but he hadn't ever thought that he could put that to use and have someone under his control.

He shook his head and sighed as he headed off towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel out of the cabinet and going inside. He hit the light, which turned on the fan at the same time, and he blushed at his own image in the mirror. He remembered Yazoo had looked absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Now, as he examined himself, he looked frumpy. Sweaty, bruised and a little scraped from his fall...and his hair was a mess. Even his neat, curved sideburns couldn't fix this mess. He sighed a little and dropped his pants, looking down at the thing that had seemed to excite the male he had just met. He hadn't even seen it, and, to be honest, he was glad. If Yazoo had, it was likely he wouldn't look at him so hungrily anymore.

A hiss left his lips as he took a hold of his erection, eyes closing as he pretended that, instead of his large, calloused hand, it was Yazoo's thin, nimble, long fingers enclosed around him. A soft, whimpery moan left him and he chewed his lip. Did he really want to do this with his baby brother not even fifteen feet away? He could get fairly vocal when pretending someone was touching him. He'd always been loud, and then when he actually came, there was a loud bellow. If he had to do it at night when his family was asleep, he tended to lay down on his bed and thrust into his hand, biting the Hell out of a pillow.

As he finally slid into the shower, the large man closed his eyes and sighed, letting the hot water hit his muscled chest and purring at the feeling. He pretended that he could feel the shimmery, soft, silken curtain of Yazoo's hair all over his body, that it was caressing him much like those delicious, rosy lips.

The harder he thought, the rougher his hand became, and the more his body prickled with gooseflesh. He purred and groaned happily, Yazoo's name on his lips and his body shaking rather wildly. Finally, he spilled his essence against the shower wall with a loud grumble, leaving Kadaj and Cloud stunned and worried in the living area of the basement.

AN: Alright, I'm actually very proud of this. :3 Over three pages, even if it isn't really that much. I'm just proud that I used bigger words and it reads nicely. :3