I am rambling about my sexual preference. How about yours?
Think about it. Let me explain the pro and cons in my head when I was thinking about this.
When you are a bi, you have more options—you can go both ways. You can enjoy kissing soft mountains or hairy flat area.
When you are a homo, you may not produce offspring and it is a great help. 1. less pollution to earth. 2. can adopt unfortunate child.
When you are a hetero, you may produce your own offspring and lead a 'normal' life.
This is not all the reason I have, but the most prominent one. Which one do you choose?
Enjoy!
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They were planning to watch a movie in a crowded city cinema. It was Sunday, and of course, couples and students filled the place like an overfilled sardine can. Fuji tried to be a gentleman by holding the girl's arm, balancing between himself and the queue, trying to get his ticket.
Who said Japanese is polite? In a place like that, Japanese seemed to have forgotten their nationality stereotype by being rushed and harsh. Fuji was knocked from his side and lost his balance.
"Sorry." Fuji said politely to the guy he fallen into, and found out that once again, the fate played a cruel joke on him. It was Tezuka on action, holding his girlfriend's while having a popcorn carton on the other hand.
"Fuji?" Tezuka blushed at the sudden appearance of his ex. "What are you doing here?"
Fuji regained his balance and filled with either jealousy or just surprise, he pulled the Lolita girl and smooch her cheek. "I am on a date too. With this girl."
The girl blushed. She never expected that the tensai she just knew for 2 hours would call her his girlfriend. Anyway, Fuji is cute and a gentleman, why would she reject him?
Tezuka felt something stings his chest. And then his stomach hurts. Like last time when he was in exam. It was tension that made him like that. His girlfriend sensed it and held the popcorn container for Tezuka.
"Are you ok, Kunimitsu-san?"
The name made Fuji flinched. She called Tezuka by his first name. That's cheating. Fuji hasn't even called Tezuka his first name yet. Feeling mad because he was loosing to a plain girl like Tezuka's current girlfriend, he looked away. At the same time, Saeki came with four drinks and two popcorn containers. "Sorry for waiting. This is for you and her… share the popcorn, ok?" Saeki haven't seen the Seigaku's captain yet, and he shoved Fuji the tickets. "You were so long I thought you were gone. I got you some tickets. Oh, Tezuka-san! Fancy meets you here!"
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They ended up watching the same movie. Tezuka was seated on a row in front of them, and Fuji's seat was directly behind him. The movie was about… something. Fuji didn't even bother to see, what he did was looking and copying what Tezuka did. Tezuka hold the girl's hand, so did Fuji. The girl smiled and snuggled to Tezuka's arm, so did the Lolita girl to Fuji. Tezuka smiled, so did Fuji.
Is this the feeling that Tezuka felt when holding a woman? Fuji asked himself. Soft, fluffy, … but weird.
Fuji is a natural. He felt hetero relationship the same way hetero people view homo couple. Just as homo-phobic people tend to feel disgust when touching the same gender, so does Fuji to the other gender. Make sense? It never makes any sense. But that's how he thinks about stuff since he could think of love. He prefers a man to hold rather than a girl to snuggle.
But Tezuka is straight… Fuji sighed. So he likes this. Snuggling to a soft chest.
Fuji swallowed bitterly. In no way his flat and muscular chest can be compared to the soft and fluffy mountains. So he better give up. There are plenty of others out there, who will treat him like what Takashi did…
But he wants Tezuka. That's the different.
He used to go out with Takashi Kawamura. The boy is more mature and serious than him. More innocent, sure; but really likes Fuji from his deepest heart. Fuji's every whims were met with satisfaction. Be inside Takashi's arms made Fuji felt really good. But 'good' in warm way, not contented. It's like being hugged by your parents, not like lovers. The desire wasn't there, the sensation wasn't there; it's just a plain warm feeling. It's like being embraced by your pet.
It's impolite to Takashi if Fuji being honest, so naturally, to conserve the relationship, he pretended like he liked Takashi back. And he was shocked to found out that he was being rejected by someone who he went out with (well, to be honest) out of pity.
The day ended like trance. Fuji didn't pay much attention and when the girl asked his phone number, he gave a bogus one. But to compensate the way she (unconsciously) had helped him through the day, Fuji gave her a kiss on the cheek.
And Tezuka saw that.
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Strange. Tezuka felt his chest tightened. Where was he? Why was it all dark?
Tezuka…. Here!
Fuji's voice called him. Tezuka looked back and found Fuji in a plain white dress.
Fuji? Why are you wearing a dress?
Fuji smiled delicately. Of course I am wearing a dress! I am a woman!
A woman? Tezuka wondered. He looked closer. Yes, Fuji looked softer. His hair blew softly and his eyelashes… were they that long? Why is Fuji felt shorter? Why is he felt so soft? and wearing a dress really suited him.
Fuji chuckled and took Tezuka's hand, placed it on his chest. See? Feel it for yourself.
Soft. Plump. Cupped nicely in his hand. Tezuka blushed.
This is inappropriate!
Why? Fuji smiled innocently.
Because you can only let the one you love touch you!
But I love you! Fuji smiled. And you love me, so we are even. And we are together. So what's the problem? Fuji titled his head and looked sadly at his feet. Or am I the only one who feels love?
Fuji… No! I love you too!
Really? Fuji lighted up, and hugged Tezuka. I love you so much!
Tezuka could feel something between his legs burst out. And he needs to go to toilet.
His eyes snapped open. "FUJI!"
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It was a weird wet dream. Tezuka blushed while washing his undergarment. It was wet, like, really wet. The blanket was also wet. All because a dream so vivid about Fuji in a white dress. Just from imagining hugging the delicate tensai, he blushed. Without even doing anything, he came like collapsed water tank. And he never felt so satisfied before.
"Tezuka, what are you doing?"
Tezuka was shocked and turned around, to find his mother stared at him from the dark corridor. So like a scene from a horror movie. Tezuka sighed.
"No, nothing, mom. I am just washing." Tezuka tried his best to hide the wet undergarment.
"Washing what?"
"My pants." Honest child, Tezuka answered straight away.
His mother silenced and patted him. "Just go back sleep. I'll wash it for you."
"But that's!" Tezuka snapped. He wouldn't let his mother washed his dirty desire.
"It's fine, I understand." His mother smiled. "But I wonder who could make you matured up like this."
I wonder too, mom. Tezuka whispered in his heart. It wasn't his girlfriend, it wasn't Oishi. It was a girl with closed eyes and long eyelashes, the effeminate tensai who perfected in both study and tennis. His fellow tennis club member.
It was Fuji.
But Fuji got a girlfriend now…
Tezuka didn't realize the fact that actually he had one too.
TBC.
Written while thinking about religion. Why none of them approved something other than hetero?
Thank you for reading. This is a fiction. Made by me. so if my grammar didn't improve... just forgive me.
