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Kyouya had all of his things packed for the following weekend. Being the organized person he was, he made sure to pack a substantial amount of outfits befitting any idea Tamaki had in mind. Four days alone with him. Four!, Kyouya thought to himself. His heart started beating rapidly at the thought and a slight blush had crept its way up his neck to his cheeks. Knock, Knock, Knock. Kyouya turned to his door just in time to see his sister, Fuyumi, entering.

He sighs and pushes back his glasses, annoyed that she intruded and did not wait for his answer on whether she could enter his room or not. Also, slightly embarrassed because his pants were feeling a little tight and he didn't want her to notice. Damnit Fuyumi, of all the times.

"Kyouyaaaa", his sister whined, looking at the mess of clothes strewn about the room.

"What is it now, Fuyumi?"

"Why is your room always a mess?" She says as she leans over to pick up some clothes and shove them back into their drawers. "Are you going on a trip or something?"

"Yes, actually. Tamaki and I are heading to Okinawa tomorrow for the long weekend."

"Just you and him? Alone?"

"Yes."

His sister's eyes widen. Oh no, he thought.

"Kyouya that is simply adorable! You too have been so busy with your club that I know you haven't had time to yourselves! Maybe you two could get a massage at that resort we went to that one year? Oh! You two could-"

"Fuyumi." For the love of God. "Stop acting like it's a romantic getaway. It's just two friends hanging out for the weekend without having to worry about school or club. Ok?" Kyouya said, stopping her mid-sentence. His sister smiled and nodded. She lifted herself off the floor and headed towards his bedroom door. "If you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here Kyouya." She said, giving him another smile. He returned her smile and replied, "I know, thank you." She nodded to him again and left. Fuyumi, if only I could tell you. If only I could tell anyone. He sighed and lay down on his bed. Tomorrow. Tamaki, thought over and over, until sleep finally took him.

-meanwhile-

Tamaki is racing around his room, throwing clothes into his suitcase, not caring if they are folded or not. He was too excited about the weekend. Just me and Kyo! Alone!, he thought as he packed his final things. He threw his toiletries bag in last and zipped the suitcase shut. It was late so he stripped his clothes until he was wearing nothing but his boxers and crawled into bed. He was smiling to himself, thinking of all the things they would do this weekend. Swimming, sight-seeing, maybe go to a water park. The ideas raced through his brain, and the more he thought of Kyouya, (shirtless, smiling, carefree, but only when the two were alone), he noticed another feeling in the pit of his stomach. Without thinking, his hand was under his boxers and he stroked himself lightly. He wasn't necessarily aiming towards finishing his self off, he was simply touching himself out of comfort. He was getting sleepy.

Tamaki drifted into a peaceful sleep, Kyo, was his last thought.

Ok! So!

Tamaki touching himself just sort of happened! I swear!

This is a short chapter but all of the real fun begins next chapter "Friday"!

Leave me some reviews and stuff. It'll help. Send me some ideas of what the boys should do during their long weekend.