Title: A New Look
Author: lifeinahole
Pairing:SoraxRiku
Rating: PG-15 for boys kissing and light swearing.
Warnings: Just what the rating says.
Word Count: 942
A/N: This popped out of me in less than an hour. It's not ended perfectly, but I think that's because I need to make a part 2 where it continues...

"Riku, come on! It's only for a bit! I just need a new pair of shorts to swim in, I outgrew the ones from last summer," Sora dragged Riku towards the tiny shop, and it was obvious it was not the older teen's idea of a good time.

"You're dragging me, quite literally!, into a store I don't want to go in. Why can't I just wait out here. You said yourself it will only be a bit."

"Well I want your opinion. Is that so much to ask?" Sora responded, stopping and spinning to face Riku in the middle of the street. Riku stared at him for a minute, sighing with resignation before moving towards the store on his own. He missed Sora's bright smile as he hung his head, but heard the other boy walking beside him.

"You know I'm not picky, it won't take long at all!" Sora reassured Riku as they entered the store. Riku nodded, giving Sora an "I believe you" look before they started wandering between the racks. A store clerk stopped them, asking if they needed any help and Sora waved them away.

"I'll know it when I see it," he said, thanking the man anyway.

Several minutes passed with just the sounds of hangers clicking and squeaking from Sora flicking through the different items on the racks. As he got to one endcap, Riku heard Sora snort and barely restrain giggles that sounded so out of place on an eighteen year old.

"What...?" Riku didn't have to finish his question considering Sora held up a Speedo. One of Riku's eyebrows shot up, staring at the monstrosity of colors that adorned the small piece of fabric.

"How did they fit so many colors onto something that tiny?!"

"A better question would be, who the hell would buy this?" Sora said, holding the offending swim wear at arm's length. They both stared in horror for a bit before an evil gleam appeared in Sora's eyes.

"Try it on," he insisted, pushing the hanger into Riku's hand.

"NO!"

"Just do it! It'll be funny. I'll give you ten munny." Riku seemed to think this over for a minute. Not that it would be funny, but that he might be able to get profit from this joke.

"Thirty, and you have a deal," he responded, holding out his hand.

"No way! Fifteen."

"Twenty."

"Deal." Sora dug into his pocket, handing the munny to Riku and pushing him in the direction of the fitting rooms. Riku still grunted unhappily as he pulled the curtain closed, but went in twenty munny richer.

Sora sat himself on a plush chair that sat outside in the corridor next to the fitting rooms. He could only imagine that boyfriends usually sat there, waiting for their girlfriends to come out from behind those curtains. He thought about the ooh's and the ahh's that must've gone on, the appreciative looks, the whistles, and even the laughter.

What was taking him so long?

"Are you stuck or something?" Sora called out. At first he got no response, but he could see Riku's feet and bare ankles moving, so he knew he wasn't dead.

"Sora, I'm not coming out..." he finally heard.

"No way! I paid you to try the damn thing on, now get your ass out here and- Oh my GOD!"

"I was just kidding you know," Riku responded with a cocky grin on his face.

It was the first time Sora could remember seeing Riku in something so closely resembling underwear since they had been children. And seeing Sora's expression, Riku had gone from looking almost shy to pure victory. But minutes passed and Riku was getting nervous, because Sora's jaw might as well have been lying on the ground by his feet.

"Sora...? Are you okay?"

It wasn't until later, when rational thought existed again and blood wasn't rushing to all the wrong places, that Sora would admit it was probably a bad idea to shove Riku back into the fitting room and straight against the wall. Sora hesitated only a moment before he pressed his lips to those of his best friend.

Riku didn't push away, and had no desire to push away; only pulled Sora closer by wrapping his arms around his waist. He knew things were only going to get more complicated since he started to feel the constriction of the bathing suit he was wearing and Sora pressed so close to him.

"Can we uh... continue this when I'm fully clothed and not standing in a public dressing room?" Riku asked when he lifted his head away. Sora's cheeks blazed bright red and he quickly released the grip he had taken in Riku's hair.

"That would uh, p-probably be a good idea," Sora stammered. He was about to pull the curtain closed behind him and exit the fitting room, but turned back before Riku reached for his boxers.

"Black. I think it would look better on you in black. Just, you know... A suggestion." Once again, his cheeks were flushed, but he was grinning as he snapped the curtain closed.

When Riku came out, Sora was paying for a pair of shorts he had found, not even looking in the direction of the fitting rooms. Riku snickered, placing the rainbow Speedo back on the rack and grabbing one in black.

"What am I getting myself into?" he muttered to himself as he entered the line behind Sora. As he stood there, his eyes scanned down Sora's back, brushing over the shorts he wore, down to his calves and ankles before ending at his shoes. Oh yes, he thought, that.