Seeing Bright Lights
The kiss, and there can be only one kiss when Tooru had thought of a kiss, was rarely mentioned. Mostly he had forgotten, lost in his princess duties, school work and teasing Mikoto. Now, visiting his family has come on to that list. It's something he can be grateful for.
It was just a kiss. Yuujirou doesn't even seem affected by what happened. He initiated it, pressing lip glossed lips against Tooru's own lips. Lip gloss smearing, mixing, the taste of strawberry and cherry and Yuujirou. It had been sweet, he recalled, too sweet. But Yuujirou's lips had been firm against his own, small puffs of air tickling Tooru's nose.
There had been the kiss. But there had been other things that had caught his eye. Sayaka, looking like he had stabbed her. Mikoto choking, stunned into a brief silence.
He was thinking too much about it. Again. He should sleep, it was late and tomorrow was another day of 'Work, work.' He couldn't sleep. Tooru rolled over on his side, wishing for a moment that Yuujirou wasn't here.
Breathing, there and a constant presence. Yuujirou would wake up if Tooru got out of bed. Tooru didn't think he could make the bathroom excuse last. Not while wearing his thin boxers. It would be too obvious.
Banging his head against the pillow, willing the erection below his belt line to subside, Tooru groaned. Yuujirou...
"What is it?" Yuujirou muttered sleepily, blurring his words. He sat up, one arm supporting his body and stared at Tooru. His hair was messy, strands sticking to his forehead and poking up toward the ceiling.
Tooru swallowed, throat suddenly dry. He must have said Yuujirou out loud. He curses himself. "I don't know." he didn't mean to say that, to sound like that. Tooru couldn't help it.
Collapsing on his bed, Yuujirou murmured, "Tell me in the morning." Yuujirou shifted in bed, sheets sliding, pillow repositioned.
"Yeah," and his voice was shaky. Tooru closed his eyes, wanting to sleep.
It was Yuujirou's muffled moan that set Tooru's nerves on edge once more. He would not look, he would not look, he would not -
"Hey, Tooru?" Yuujirou said softly, silkily, deliberately shuddering as he did. "Come here." There was something in Yuujirou's voice that compelled Tooru.
With lightning speed, Tooru did. He stared at Yuujirou, his gaze flickering from Yuujirou's eyes to lips. They were dry of lip gloss, Yuujirou was amused, the lips looked just as good.
Yuujirou leaned forward again. This time Tooru pressed warmly back against the kiss.
Omake
Mikoto's scream woke them up. It then continued to wake up the entire building. Mikoto would have nightmares for weeks. Of Yuujirou's thighs, of Tooru's bare back, of too much flesh that Mikoto hadn't wanted to ever see. He clutched onto Megumi's fair visage in his mind. Until it warped into Mikoto and Megumi skipping merrily together in princess dresses. Mikoto cursed his ability to keep memories so vivid in his mind.
The president wasn't entirely pleased about the situation, until he thought of a brilliant plan...