'What are you doing?' Yuushi asked watching Gakuto's guilty flinch with growing discomfort.
'Nothing,' he stammered his voice sharp and forced with surprise.
'I thought we talked about this already. I'm not going and I don't dodress up.' Yuushi pushed his glasses up absently.
'I know,' he snapped. '…but we are missing a good party, don't you think?'
Yuushi looked over to the red haired boy still standing by the laundry basket his delicate fingers buried in one of his sisters' sweaters. 'You don't have to miss it,' he pointed out. Gakuto's nose scrunched momentarily and Yuushi was pleased that he really didn't want to go without him. 'But you were never really one for Atobe's parties…' he paused thoughtfully watching Gakuto's fingers run over the knit. '…perhaps…' Yuushi shook his head and tried to concentrate on his book.
'Perhaps what,' Gakuto prompted him without guile.
Yuushi snapped closed his book and walked over to his doubles partner. Barely brushing against his body, he snaked his arms around him and lifted the sweater from the basket. 'I was thinking that perhaps you do.'
'Do what…' he gasped, voice tripping over breath.
'That you,' he whispered as he laid the sweater down and pulled his sister's school skirt from the basket. 'You do like to dress up.'
Gakuto shifted uncomfortably in his arms a sign that he was hiding his arousal. A sign that he had learned to recognize easily over the past few months. Yuushi gently pressed his lips to Gakuto's neck, his skin hot, flushed and just the slightest bit damp.
'Yuushi…'
He pressed his lips more firmly tasting his salty skin as he reached around to undo the buttons on Gakuto's oversized shirt, sliding the fabric down his arms to drop to their feet. Yuushi ghosted his hands across his narrow chest running teasingly over his hardened nipples and down his chest.
Gakuto's stomach fluttered frantically beneath his hand as he popped the button of his pants with ease. He easily slid the pants over Gakuto's narrow hips. His own heart beat a little harder as his pulled Gakuto back towards him, he'd never felt so brave. Yuushi reached for his partner's hardness, his own pressing urgently against the small of Gakuto's back. Gakuto released a soft shaky moan as he stroked him firmly.
'Yuushi, I- I can't do this,' he whispered his head sliding forward hair brushing gently across his cheek.
Yuushi wrapped his arms around his narrow shoulders nose pressed to the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. 'Yes you can,' he breathed. 'If you want to… you can do anything with me…'
He could feel the slight tremble of Gakuto's body, his damp palm resting tentatively on his forearm. Gakuto reached out taking the skirt and sweater from his hand and stepped turned away from him.
'Gakuto wait.' The red head paused and looked back over his shoulder. 'These too,' he asked tossing him a pair of white panties.