Okay, here's the next First! This one goes more into M-rated territory, but no smut quit yet. I hope you enjoy. I had fun with this one. :)

The first time Yuuri ever experienced an erection, Wolfram just happened to be laying right next to him in bed.

(It obviously had nothing to do with that, however.)

It had been a normal day. Yuuri got up, went to lessons, signed papers, ate dinner with everyone. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. That is, until Yuuri went to his room and went to bed for the night.

It's not like it was out of ordinary for Wolfram to be there. In fact, it hasn't been for at least a year at this point. And after all they've been through together, Yuuri could hardly say he was weirded out about the idea of Wolfram in the same bed as him. Despite being kicked out of it sometimes, he finds it rather comforting. Knowing that someone is always there with him.

But this. This was new. Because here Yuuri was, completely hard, face flushed, and in bed with Wolfram. The only positive side was that the blond was peacefully sleeping. And Yuuri really hoped it stayed that way.

He told himself that it would just go away on its own, so he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But, of course, it couldn't be that easy. Because then Wolfram rolled over, his hand landing on Yuuri's chest, making his eyes widen and a whimper escape his mouth.

He wanted nothing more than to scream and run away, but then Wolfram would know, and he couldn't let that happen. He glanced at said blond, and it immediately sent a shiver down his spine, making his pants tighten even more. He gulped.

He may be hard, but it had nothing to do with Wolfram, he reasoned. It was completely common for boys his age to get hard at questionable times! It's called puberty! And that's all it was!

He clenched his fist into the blanket, feeling a sudden need to touch himself, but he would never do that. Especially with Wolfram next to him. And with Wolfram's hand still spread across his chest, he thought with a blush.

And then Wolfram moved. And Yuuri turned his head to find Wolfram's eyes open, staring right at him.

No. No. No. No.

"Yuuri?" Wolfram spoke tiredly. "Is something wrong?"

Yuuri flushed. He couldn't look Wolfram in the eyes.

"I'm fine!" Yuuri exclaimed frantically. "Nothing's going on!"

Because that was convincing.

Wolfram shifted, pushing himself on his elbow, squinting his green eyes at him. Wolfram was scrutinizing him, but all that came to Yuuri's mind was images of that mouth on his skin. And Wolfram's hands trailing down his sides, and then touching him, stroking, giving him that ever so wanted release-

Yuuri gasped and looked away, his legs trembling, relieved beyond words that a blanket was covering the obvious hard on beneath.

"Yuuri?" Wolfram was looking at him in confusion and worry. And it scared Yuuri how much he wanted to kiss him again. And how he couldn't seem to ever imagine Wolfram being anywhere else but at his side. And sharing his bed with him.

He had to get away. He felt as if he was being suffocated. So he ran out of the room as fast as he could, Wolfram calling out his name behind him. He went straight to the bathroom. He needed to get rid of something.

WolfYuu WolfYuu WolfYuu

Yuuri felt much better when he finally left the bathroom. Though, he knew Wolfram was really going to give it to him when he got back to the room. At least, if his banging on the door and yelling was any sign.

But he was surprised when he walked in to find Wolfram quietly sitting on the bed in front of him. And then he turned to face him when he walked in, frowning in thought.

Yuuri blinked. Where did the angry yelling go?

"Yuuri," Wolfram spoke calmly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Yuuri blinked again, confused. "I...what?"

"I wouldn't have looked down on you," Wolfram said sternly. "We all know how inexperienced you are. Any one of us would have been willing to help you. Of course, I should get first priority, being your fiancé."

"Help...me..." Yuuri said, blushing furiously. He started hyperventilating. Wolfram couldn't know, could he? "W-what?"

"I could have talked you through it!" Wolfram said sternly. "There's no need to go through this on your own! We are all willing to help you, me especially!"

"I-I don't need any help with anything!" Yuuri yelled.

Wolfram huffs. "Of course you do! It's not like you know how. And I would be more than willing to help you. I'm very good with my hands."

"Good with your...!" Yuuri squeaked. "Wolf, how can you say that?!"

"Well, it's true," Wolfram sniffed. "I had the best teach me."

"Teach...!" Yuuri gaped. What kind of world was this?! His eyes narrowed. And Wolfram actually let people...

The thought made him angry.

"It's no wonder you were worried and ran away," Wolfram continued. "But you hardly have to be embarrassed. Not with me. You should have just told me."

"Wolfram!" Yuuri yelled embarrassed. Why was he saying all these things?! "Stop! That's weird."

"What?" Wolfram rolled his eyes. "You're our king. It's important to understand and respect traditions from other cultures."

"I-what? Traditions?" Yuuri was confused now.

"Of course," Wolfram said as he rolled his eyes. "And knowing how people greet each other is especially important when your king."

Oh. Oh. Yuuri felt like an idiot. Wolfram was talking about the celebration in one of the human territories. They were working on a peace treaty, and the way they would greet each other reminded Yuuri of sign language from Earth.

And that meant he wasn't talking about...that. Yuuri flushed. He was an idiot.

"Wait," Wolfram said through narrowed eyes. "What did you think I was talking about?"

"Ah..." Yuuri started, embarrassed. "Nothing!"

Wolfram was glaring at him. Then he stepped closer and Yuuri gulped. "Wimp! Tell me!"

Yuuri put his hands up to defend himself. "It's nothing! Really!"

Wolfram started chasing him all over the room, before knocking him down and pinning him to the bed. And continued to demand that Yuuri give him an answer. He obviously kept his mouth shut.

Why did this have to happen to him? Why did he have to get hard? And while he was in bed with Wolfram of all people.

(Of course, those two things were obviously not related to each other at all.)