Jealousy is Not the Best Attire
Chapter four
Author's Note: Gah... It's been a while. How are you all doing? So, I'm not sure exactly how chapter four's gonna go down, but if it goes at least a little how I want, there will be some smut in it for development (it's not very much, compared). If we can have KaitoxLen, we can have GakupoxLen. Hopefully it won't be as weird as the last, ne? I'm gonna start to get back on track with this. I'm so pumped for it, honestly! Hopefully my moodiness won't rub off in this story, wink wink. Please excuse any spelling, grammar, or other errors. Enjoy!
Any brand names/game names/something that has a set owner that's not me... I disclaim.
Warning: Sexual situations (or at least in my way of writing it), a bit of rambling, a lame way to start some smut, and of course, foul language.
Usually he was awake and alert through all of his classes. He wasn't 'Council Prez' for nothing. Kaito's blue head lolled forward, his eyes closed. When his forehead hit the notebook containing all those damn near annoying equations and figures, he almost actually fell asleep.
The class was so boring. Damn. He stirred just a bit when Luki hit him on the back of the head with his own notebook—discretely of course. He jumped like a cat when his name was yelled.
"Shion! Am I boring you? This should wake you up: answer this question on the board." The red-head teacher barked.
Kaito's head shot up, bringing a stray sheet of paper on his forehead. He ripped it off and tried to answer.
"Um—"
"Thank you, 4,793a. Correct. Open your books to page 35: Section Two." Kaito just wiped dribble off his cheek as some kids snickered.
Nero was sitting in the back corner of the room jotting down whatever the fuck was on the board. He wasn't paying attention, but at least he looked like he was. He couldn't slack. He was also a member of the Council. Couldn't look like a bum, could he? Yes, he just witnessed none other than Kaito Shion—the "class clown"—doze off. 'What's with him?' he thought. As hard to believe as it is, Kaito is always on his game.
'Maybe—oh, wait. Whatever, that's the bell.' Everyone packed their shit and left.
"Oh, yes! Finally free..." Len packed up his heavy books. Math 10 was a freaking boulder! A hot pink haired girl let a giggle come out of that.
"Say, Len? Wanna walk me home?" she asked.
"Huh? I can't, Miki. I have work right after. You can come if you like." Len closed his school bag and slung it over his shoulders.
"'Work'? You mean—you have a job?" Miki punched him hard in the arm. "Hell yeah, I'm game. Where it at?"
"You know," Len started, rubbing his abused arm, "grammar is attractive."
"I'm repellent spray."
...
"I see... Well, anyway, it's at the café shop thingy down the street from that chicken place... or something." Miki—who'd been walking down the hall after Len—stopped short and ran straight into an unfortunate sixth grader.
"Watch where you're going, meat-wad!" she yelled and caught up with Len who rolled his eyes. "That café? I freaking love that place! When'd you start?"
"Yesterday, Miki."
"They work on holidays, too? Oh em ef gee." She marveled.
"Well, it was one of those holidays where adults still have to work but kids get off. I only got it 'cause Rin wanted me to get it." They were now on their was down the street of a block of convenience stores.
"Oh, Rin forced you? Well, how do you like it so far?"
"It's... eh. I made a new awesome friend, though."
"YOU REPLACED ME?" Miki clutched onto Len dramatically.
"No, no!" Len pat her head as best he could in this awkward position.
"Who's it?"
"I'll show him to you when we get there." Len said.
They walked on talking about all sorts of things. When the café was seen from a distance, Miki ran ahead. Len hastily followed, trying to keep a beat behind her, because he was always faster. They ran inside and slipped on an ice-cube.
...okay...no, but they were leg-breakingly quick.
"So..."
"So?"
"...Nothing. Never mind."
"..." Kaito decided not to say anything as he and his walking partner kept on the path.
He and the blue-green headed boy next to him were off to work. His usual walking partner had to hang behind to do some student council work that he was best at. It was weird to Kaito because they were rarely needed after school mostly. So now, because of the deal they'd made that morning at the breakfast table, he was walking with his shorter, blue-green, small(there was a difference between short and small, mind you) classmate. Mikuo.
Not that it was unpleasant, it was just awkwardly unpleasant. From that failed attempt a conversation, he was sure it wasn't a frolic in the park for Mikuo either.
"Looks like we're almost there," The taller man said. "Thank goodness. This walking tires me out."
"Y-yeah... Thank goodness." Mikuo mumbled.
They opened the doors and stepped in, the nice crisp smell of the café they've been working in for years and never got tired of it, really, smoothed over their faces. The air conditioning was on, as always, at at a comfortable level, even with the cold, November air outside. God, did they love this place. Working somewhere else would just feel pretty weird; they've gotten close to each other, even though they got under each other's skin.
Mikuo rather not know much about Kaito as much as he does about him, though.
...That's a pretty bad lie, Mikuo-chan.
If the teen was honest with himself—which he almost never was—he would say that he didn't exactly hate the childish man next to him in the shop(and God, he doesn't, and never would admit to that anyway) and would stop trying to get the other fired up.
If only there was such a thing as miracles.
It had been about a month later of Len and his pal working at the shop. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to the people surrounding him. He'd been a helluva lot grateful when they gave him advice and tips on stuff he was new at.
He and Nero even were now allowed to serve, they were just that great! Hadn't they been proud?
Of course! It meant they were tough enough. Tough enough to be able to go up to the rowdy customers, rip off their heart-shaped tattoos with 'MOM' on them and paste them back on upside-down.
'WOW'
...alright, no they were told to just tell them to please, settle down or get out.
Which was fine with Nero, of course, because then he could sneak in a little cuss word to make it horrible.
Well, as horrible as it could get.
All in all, they, Nero and Len, thought this whole working at a cafe-shop thing would work out fairly well since they haven't encountered a single mishap that could change them for life.
They would keep it that way, but unfortunately, life is like a box of chocolates...
"What the hell do you mean they won't be here until next week? I told you to place the order several days ago, they should be here by now!" The purple haired man shouted. He was sitting in his office in that black leather chair of his. This wasn't his interviewing office, no, or his frill dress office, nope. It was his personal-personal office, the office where stuff only he gets to see and do goes on.
The room was colored in lighter colors but not too bright compared to his interview office. No plants(thank God), white-ish walls and a beige carpet with open windows that made it look especially big and bright, but right now, he was not so bright.
"Well, I didn't—I hadn't been able to—"
"Cut the bullshit!" The person on the other end was cut off. "Put them in as soon as we finish speaking." The boss-man said.
"Yes, Kamui, sir."
"That would be now." He hung up. Damn, the nerve of some people. Gakupo had been waiting for that package and had been excited to use them tonight and when he found out that it wasn't even placed... Well, he exploded.
"I was so looking forward..." ...to using the gel, he left unsaid. He doesn't remember getting off by his hand this many times in a week in "silly anticipation" before.
'Tonight is the night, after all. It'll still be pleasant either way.' He thought about all of the crude things he was going to make his new bed-partner do, while telling him how tight—
No! Now was not the time to get hard, now was the time to do work! This was his business and he could not slack. There was plenty of time to think about laying people later.
A time and place to do—
"Len, please come to my office after hours," Gakupo found Len alone in the kitchen doing some dishes to help out. "There's something we need to discuss."
"Oh," Len dried his hands on the front of the protective cloth, "sure, okay!" He saluted his boss.
"Alright, then. The office that you took your interview in."
"Sure, no problem boss!" the young boy flashed a toothy grin at him and they both returned to their duties.
Haha. Duties.
Like they were so important.
After everyone had packed up and gone home for the night(Luki, Mikuo and Kaito together and Nero alone) Ted materialized out of no where and cornered Len.
"Do not visit the boss after hours." He said.
"And why not?"
"Because, he—" the red head swallowed his words. He did not want to scare the boy, of course. He just wanted to give him a small taste of suspicion.
"Well?"
"Just—just don't go. I'm telling you, you aren't going to like it."
"Oh please." Len said, pushing him away. "I'm sure that's not true. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Ted reluctantly moved fully aside after watching the blondie for a moment. "Fine, whatever." He sighed and went home. No point in staying here to watch another kid's doom.
Len went to the office only to be guided by Gakupo to his personal-personal office.
"Now, Len. You've been working here for a while... and I want to know: how is your experience here at the shop?"
"Well, it's been fairly well. No, great, actually! I've gotten to know all of the people I work with so..." Len played with his fingers.
"Ah, I see," Gakupo chuckled lightly. "But, is there anything I could change around here for you? I mean, as flattering as it is, this place isn't exactly... Heaven,now is it?"
"N-no... but there really isn't anything you should be concerned about regarding my discomfort at the café... It's virtually perfect. Yeah, there's some minor errors that happen here and there, but nothing I wanna change... Well, no... wait, you know what I mean..."
"Hmm.." Gakupo thought about his words. "Then, Lenny," He leaned forward, closer to the boys cute face. "Why don't we talk about your naughty-naughty acts, yes?"
"M-m-my... n-naughty-naughty acts?" Len's face flushed. "What the—what does that mean?"
"Oh, you know. Showing up to work in close fitting jeans and shirts, even in November..."
"I-if," the younger one stammered, "there's something wrong with my attire, then I'll be sure to change it. Speaking of which, I'm very thankful for the clothes you let me have, Gakupo."
"You're very welcome. And yes, there is something wrong with your dressing." Gakupo's voice dropped low. "How am I supposed to work... with a raging boner... caused by you?" Gakupo then took the surprised boy's lips to his carefully.
Len's face hated up some more. Oh God what in the hell was happening? Hearing those words from his bosses mouth... "...boner...caused by you..." There was a storm in his head that left him so confused, so very confused. All he did was some to work everyday wearing sensible clothing.
...Right?
The blonde mentally kicked himself. Of course that's right, idiot!
When Gakupo pulled away, Len got up and started to walk towards the door. Gakupo followed, and then leaned against the smaller one's back, pushing the blonde's chest to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked lightly.
"..." Len allowed his hands to be drawn up with his boss' fingers intertwined with his own. They now rested on either side of his head.
"Ah... I see..."
"I don't understand what you mean about all of that, Gaku—boss." the larger fingers on his own tightened a bit.
"No, don't go calling me boss now, Lenny." A knee came up to rest between the open legs of the child.
"...Okay...boss." the knee pressed firmer and Len sort of half gasped.
It was possible... that...
The big hands dipped down Len's stomach and to his pants.
...he could enjoy this...
About ten minutes later, Len was on his knees in front of Gakupo. "Heh... no need to be shy, Lenny..."
The boy eyed the organ warily. "I don't think—"
"No thinking allowed." Gakupo pushed gently on Len's golden head.
"...F-fine..." he took some of it into his mouth. It was an acquired taste, really. As more time went on, Len could gradually take more and more, but not all at once. Suddenly, he was lifted off of the carpet and onto his partner's lap, who was now sitting in the leather chair. His pants were removed ages ago, so now he was exposed from the waist down, save for his socks and sneakers. His sleeved arms wrapped around the purple haired man's neck.
"My, my. Leaking, my dear, sweet Lenny..."
"Q-quit—unh—calling me that." A very flushed one said.
Gakupo just chuckled and guided Len's tiny butt onto him.
"N-nngh!" Len clawed and held his breath, making his face more red.
Meanwhile, Gakupo just kept sliding him on until he thought he'd had enough.
"Hah... No...GOD!" Len screamed when they continued moving. It was painfully painful. He'd heard stories Rin was talking about while was eavesdropping. They had sounded interesting to some extent, but then it became a little clearer when he found those different magazines she had.
'I've turned into one of those boys in the magazine...'
Then Gakupo hit something weird inside of him. Very weird... It was a new feeling Len hadn't experienced quite strongly before.
A strangled cry ripped itself from Len's throat. "Gaaa..." he said weakly.
"Bingo."
The blonde boy began bouncing with he help of his partner's arms and hips, and he soon climaxed.
"...uuu..." he whimpered and slumped, exhausted. Now, this was the part where Len felt he should say 'Thanks for the ride, I'll be seeing you later,' and they all left with happy, content smiles on their faces. Of course he was a weebit wrong.
"We're not done."
"We-we're not?" he had a mini-panic attack, if heavy breathing and slightly glassy eyes were anything to go by, as the man took him off and re-positioned him to lean over the desk, a thin, white leg bent over the top. The desk was cool underneath Len, especially his now half erect penis.
"Hold still. Relax." he entered Len's body again, but with more force than the first time. He wasted no time in thrusting harder into the teen.
"Nngh, don...t.." Len grit his teeth and tried not to think about the cramping already happening in his joints and started to try and focus on the pleasure spot his partner kept hitting. The pace grew rapidly.
Gakupo leaned down to Len's ear and whispered the obscenities he was fantasizing about earlier. "How tight... What a pleasure to claim this little virgin butt of yours, Lenny-chan..."
Gakupo kept the pace. "If you keep..." Len panted. "...doing that... I'll... I'll...!"
And for the second time, his vision was blurred as he came on the smooth desk top. Gakupo wanted to come inside of the boy but it would be a bit unfair. He opted to spray on his face, and he did.
"That's right..."
Len had a choice to swallow or spit the juice out, and naturally, he spit it out.
No, it was possible...
After leaving the shop, Len walked home. It was around seven, he just guessed, judging by the sky, and decided it would be best to jog through some of the way. He left feeling sore and very mixed about his feelings, all of a sudden. Hell, he figured everyone would be if they just had a gay encounter with their boss of all people, no?
Well... no, it was just him, he thought. But that was beside the point.
Before leaving, his boss told him to come back next week to have another "discussion".
Wasn't sure if he should do it.
Maybe he would.
Who knows?
...that he could enjoy this, but...
When he reached the house, Rin was waiting impatiently.
"You're a little late for dinner."
"I walked slow on the way home... I'm really sorry." He looked at the clock. It was actually around 6:15. NOTBAD he had the strangest desire to make the face with it, but... well, y'know.
"Whatever. Just eat some soup—I made soup—and then go to sleep."
"I'm not hungry. I think I'll just sleep now, if you don't mind."
"I don't. I understand; you had a tough day at school, no? Fridays always do that to me... Well, good night, Lenny!" Rin exclaimed, putting the soup in the fridge.
Len stopped short for a second, but then continued up the stairs.
He climbed in the bed after doing his daily night routine. He thought about what happened between him and Gakupo. He flushed and wiggled some more into the covers.
...he did enjoy it.
Author's Note: So... how was that? I think it was long enough. And I think It was pretty good, considering that I kept flushing while writing that smutty thingy... and also because I'm immature._. It was basically a quick-go over it, so... anyway, I hopeded you enjoyed the chapter. I'm going to start with the Durarara next, if I can finish writing it this upcoming week.(probably won't be typed until next month, though...)Anything is accepted and appreciated(this is my most popular...after all...). Thanks.