((Gift fic for my friend Sarah. Writing a series of one shots is a first for me. Each one is a first for them, and each one stops before the next base can be reached. Mikoto is taking donations so he can afford therapy. He was one the one that got picked to always catch them in the act. Had to have something happen so the ball didn't keep on rolling. Though frustrating at times I still had a lot of fun writing them. Hope you all enjoy it. Please read and review.
This chapter was originally titled 'Third Base'. It has been reworked to fit in with 'Second Base'. I did this to free up Third Base.))
Hand in hand, they ran from the roof. It was thanks to Mikoto that they had escaped without that boy taking any pictures of them. Dresses still tussled; they clutched the top halves closed so that they would not lose their dresses as they ran to the private locker room.
One of the benefits to being a Princess was that they had a private dressing area. Thankfully, it was a secret from the rest of the school. There were very few places they could find privacy and freedom and this was one of them.
Out of breath, Toru stood on his tiptoes to reach the top of locker so that he could shove his shoes there. He was glad to have them off his feet. The high heel shoes may not have been ridiculously high; however, they were still a major pain in the ass, especially when you had to run with them on. It had taken in a good couple of weeks to learn how to walk in them, and twice as long to learn how to run in them.
Yuujiro tiptoed up to Toru. Quite a feat considering the fact he was wearing heels. Carefully he lifted Toru's dress just enough to get a peek at his panties. Nothing really special considering he had a set of his own, and had seen the others a dozen time whether putting them on or seeing them when the wind blew or they jumped over something. Never the less, there was something about seeing them this way.
Toru suddenly felt as if he had been standing over an air vent for a second time today. A chill ran up his spine as the rest of him shivered. Hearing the giggling of Yuujiro, something that made him seem girly, made him realize quickly that something was amiss. "You're looking under my dress again aren't you," he growled as he shoved his hands behind him and forced his dress down.
"You're no fun," Yuujiro whispered in hushed tones that were barely audible. He pressed himself against the blue haired male and wrapped his arms around him. He hugged him tight and continued to giggle.
Toru laid his head on Yuujiro's shoulder and melted into the embrace, a hopeless pile of goo, when it came to the other. He reached behind him and wrapped his arms around the other's neck, it made them look as if they were engaged in some odd dance. "Just a couple more months," he mumbled more to himself than the orange haired male.
As far as Toru was concerned, they were an 'official' couple. After this afternoon he was convinced that he did not want to go public with their relationship. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to mob them because they looked like two lesbians making out in the hall- it was bad enough looking like girls in an all boy's school. Just a couple more months and it would be someone else's turn to take their places.
"And you're going to make me wait until then?" Yuujiro grumbled. He ground himself against the other; he was still hard from just moments ago. They had started seeing each other about a month after Toru had arrived at the school, and the relationship had been moving at a snail's pace due to their 'job'. He agreed with his lover's line of thinking, however, he still wanting to have a little fun with him behind closed doors. However, after what just happened on the rooftop he knew they would have to be extra careful because apparently no place was safe.
Toru let his hands drop slowly from around Yuujiro's neck. He idly played with the orange hair, twisting it around his fingers. He sighed. He was acting as if he was ten, when relationships past first base did not exist- it made him feel terrible.
Yuujiro sighed softly as he took a couple steps back pulling Toru with him, until he could feel the bench on the back of his knees. After sitting himself down, he pulled the blue hair male into his lap. Between both their dresses, little to none of the bench could be seen. "I won't press for more than second base until then if you promise me something," he tapped the other male on the nose. He wore a mischievous grin.
"I'm not promising anything until you until me what you want." Toru nipped playfully at the finger that had just touched his nose. He was trying not to show how nervous he was. He trusted his partner completely but something about that grin made him weary.
"Save one of these dresses and wear it for me," Yuujiro said nonchalantly. He could not help himself, something about seeing Toru in a dress made him feel extremely hot and bothered-especially when he was able to sneak a peek at his panties.
In just mere seconds after hearing the request, he smacked the other on the arm. Toru's face turned redder than any strawberry or cherry ever could. "Pervert!" He huffed as he narrowed his eyes.
"You have to admit you look hot in a dress." Yuujiro licked the shell of his partner's ear, "Especially when it's already half undone." He fumbled a bit with the dress, but soon enough he had his hands underneath. He slowly stroked the other's inner thighs, his own breathing labored.
Toru swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat to go away. "Yeah, so what if I do," he bit his bottom lip and tried his best not to moan. After the feelings that had been brought to the surface earlier, his body was quickly betraying him. Not that he would admit it but he really, really wanted to be touched in an intimate way right about now. His lust filled brain having no quarrel with hitting second base right about now.
"So do we have a deal?" Yuujiro whispered huskily into the other's ear. "Second base and that's all as long as you keep one of these dresses," he reiterated their deal just as his right hand gave his lovers sack a gentle squeeze.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." Toru not being able to hold back moaned. He was not sure whether he was answering the question or giving in to let his desires be known, regardless he really was past the point of return at this moment.
Yuujiro chuckled as he pulled the panties to the side and wrapped his fingers teasingly around Toru's arousal; he flicked his thumb over the tip. "Take the choker off your neck," he demanded. With these dresses, there was not a whole lot of available skin. What he could have reached by shifting clothing around he could not get to because his hands were currently occupied.
Toru undid the collar without question, shortly after his head lulled back. Suddenly he felt the hot breath on his now exposed throat. Then there was a tinge of pain as the other began to nibble and suck hard on the juncture between neck and shoulder. He was already moaning like an expert whore.
Yuujiro continued to stroke the hard flesh in his hand. He was a bit more feverish with the pace now that he had conformation of his boyfriend's pleasure via his wonton moans. He groaned, thinking about all the other things he would soon be able to do made him even more aroused than he already was.
Toru's brain filled with lust and sinful thoughts. Nevertheless, somewhere amiss that thick fog filled brain of his he made his arms and hands work. He reached behind him and searched blindly through the fabric to find a way under. He wanted to make his lover feel just as good as he was feeling.
Yuujiro was quickly realizing that these dresses were quickly getting in the way of their fun. Wanting to remedy this without having to take an exaggerated amount of time, he stopped all ministrations. He forced the other to stand and turn around. He pulled him back into his lap, and quickly maneuvered the fabric out of the way. Pushing his panties out of the way, freeing his cock from its thin confines.
Although, initially irritated about the lack of touch and sudden upheaval of the moment he was quickly realizing that this was much better. There was so much more he was capable of doing now. He pressed their lips together and eagerly started stroking the other's erection.
"Toru," Yuujiro quickly turned the kiss into something fierce as he took a hold of the other's erection again. He used his free hand to keep the dresses out of the way. He could feel his heart beating what seemed a million times faster than it was supposed to.
Toru was not exactly sure when their erections came together and their hands combined to focus on a common goal. Between that and their tongues dancing, he did know that it felt amazing and extremely intimate all at the same time. He breathed heavily as he rocked his hips forward.
Yuujiro could feel the other's cock pulse, causing his own to tingle. He could feel his muscles tighten, letting him know he was on the edge. Panting heavily he made the kisses shorter and more steady. All this fabric and labor of the event was making him extremely hot.
"Yuu-jiro," Toru trembled as he reached out with his free hand to place it on his lovers shoulder to stabilize himself. He was so close. His eyes slipped shut. He never dreamed that a hand job could feel this good, then again, the most he had had done was some heavy petting with his clothes on.
Yuujiro shivered when he heard his name and felt the grip on his shoulder. His head tossed back, a moan tore through him as he felt his orgasm take him, coming all over their hands and surrounding fabric.
Toru was right there with him. He could feel the pulse of both cocks as he came hard. His moan mingled with Yuujiro's to make a new sound, their sound. To his ears, it was almost perfect harmony. He never realized anything could feel this good.
A few more lazy strokes and they found themselves sated. They both slumped over, resting against one another; it was currently the only way they were still sitting upright. They were completely unaware of the mess until the fiery redheaded princess walked in on them in their disheveled state.