Hello Hello I'm back! T^T I apologise profusely.
A few days back (when this should of been posted) I somehow broke my graphics tablet and it made me rather depressed and then the other day my grandad fell quite ill and was admitted to hospital, so I really wasn't in the mood to post anything at the time,
Plotbunny went into mourning too.
But it returned! and so I couldn't leave my lovely reviewers waiting any longer! I'm sorry it took me so long ._.
Also I apologise for the chapter, it's far from my favourite but hopefully you'll think it's okay-ish...plus there are probably a hell of a lot of mistakes ~,~" but I don't wanna get a beta, because reading back and noticing my mistakes when they're up for people to see, encourages me to stop making them u_u Bad logic is Bad.
Anyways welcome to chapter 7
thankyou to all my reviewers,
I would reply to you all but my computer hardrive is so full and my internet so poor it would take me hours to only respond to a few, seriously putting art up on deviant art and adding stories to this can take hours :O
Yuuri felt his eye twitch as he glared at the brown haired boy who Wolfram had been showing way to much interest in on the coach journey back.
He couldn't help but feel jealous at the way the blonde was practically putting him on a pedestal and praising him because he and his partner had come second in the school challenge.
They were the pair with the most points for the challenge, they had won. But it was no conciliation when the blonde showed this much interest in the other and not him.
Yuuri wasn't normally a jealous person but part of the reason he felt so much hatred right now was the fact that he was never praised and only insulted. Whilst another, who the blonde didn't even know, was getting such kind treatment.
Wolfram started to giggle at something the other said, in a way the Yuuri could only describe as what a girl does when she fancies a boy and feels she has to find him amusing and interesting, he huffed in annoyance. It didn't go unnoticed.
Wolfram stopped the incessant giggling abruptly before apologising as he was 'tired'.
He turned to Yuuri slowly and without inhibition pressed their lips together before turning around and lying down into his chest so he could still face and talk to the brown haired boy who now couldn't talk to him without a stutter and blushing bright red.
Everyone saw it and he couldn't help but swear under his breath.
Yuuri reckoned this was the first stage of the impossible challenge of evil; make him feel as jealous as hell.
Hushed whispers came from people surrounding him and he scowled hearing a few;
"See I told you him and Wolfie were together!"
"But Shibuya said they weren't."
"Yes but did you see how jealous Shibuya was getting!"
"I know, I can't believe Wolfie would lower himself."
"Lower himself? I think their perfect for each other!"
"I wonder which is on top."
"I knew he was gay."
"Damnit! I hope they kiss again, I want pictures."
"Oh My God! You got a picture of it? Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaa "
The coach arrived back at school and unloaded its cargo of students that were all in severe need of warm, hot baths.
Yuuri groaned as Wolfram stole his coat and used it to shield himself from the drizzle whilst his newly dried clothes dampened once again.
The journey on the bus wasn't pleasant either; as all the seats were damp from previous people using them, the bus had an air conditioning system that was stuck on 'high cooling', making the vehicle outstandingly cold and Wolfram was snuggling up to him for warmth in view of the homophobic bullies in the years above.
The door of his house opened and the two of them barged in, covered in mud because Yuuri had complained that the blonde was going to get him lynched and it ended up in a tussle that made its way into a muddy puddle on the roadside, which technically meant he'd lost the challenge but Wolfram didn't appear to have noted it.
Miko was not impressed.
"You two are a mess! You're not using my bathroom; you can share Yuu-Chan's and don't walk through my house in those clothes!"
Wolfram immediately took that as strip and Yuuri watched momentarily in shock before copying and then pelting after the blonde up the stairs, in just their underwear.
The blonde slammed the bathroom door open and rushed to the bath turning the hot water on as much as it would produce.
Yuuri thought better of it and rushed into the shower, removing his underwear and tossing it over the top.
Laughing manically.
The water was cold, freezing cold. He screeched and switched it off frantically, but not quick enough to be doused in the freezing liquid.
The blonde was in hysterics, he could hear him cackling over the roar of the tap, at least the condensation on the glass was covering him.
"You Bastard! You're using all the hot!" Yuuri hissed, shivering in the cold cubicle, completely naked but unwilling to expose himself by leaving it. "I'll throttle you!"
"That's a bit dark for you Yuu-Chan!" Wolfram sing-songed, the water stopping before restarting as he set up the cold.
"Shut up and get out Wolfie! I'm not coming out of this shower with you hanging around." Yuuri retorted sharply, mimicking the cute nickname calling.
"And why is that Yuu-chan? Because you decided to discard your underwear? I've already seen everything; there was no condensation when you got in, it's a little late now."
Yuuri felt his blood run cold and covered himself over with his hands as the water stopped and the blonde slipped into the bath with an audible sigh of contentment.
Minutes passed and Yuuri shivered realising the cold.
"You don't intend to take an hour do you?" He hissed venomously, shifting his feet in an ill attempt to gain warmth.
"Two actually." Yuuri made a low anger filled noise at the blonde's response, "Why?"
"Don't 'Why?' Me." Yuuri seethed and heard the blonde exhale in amusement. "You know exactly why!"
"No~ I don't, maybe if you told me." Wolfram muttered in a way that would make butter melt.
"Well let's see, I am inside a freezing cold shower without any clothes."
"I don't see the problem in that." Wolfram's lips curved into a smile and he could practically feel the others blush. "Besides you could always share the bath with me."
"No thanks I'd rather freeze."
Ten minutes later Wolfram smirked at the other in the bath with him.
Yuuri knitted his eyebrows together and responded with a glare, the water was so hot it was making him dizzy.
The blonde lazily pulled a leg up before sliding his palms across it lathering himself in body wash.
Yuuri couldn't help but focus on it, as long slender fingers trailed past his knee and along alabaster thighs before the process was repeated upon a matching limb.
Wolfram noticed and slowed his movements; he squeezed out some more of the vanilla scented substance onto his palm before sliding it up his body straight from his navel to where his heart lay, leaving a trail of suds behind.
The black haired boy was staring, completely enraptured. Wolfram smiled at the dazed look of his exchange partner, waggling a finger in front of him and noticing a lack of response.
"You fell completely into it Yuuri, but now we'll see how straight you really are."
Yuuri felt something soft and delectably smooth press against his lips, his immediate mind wondered food but it was too perfect to be.
He parted his lips slightly, only for the unknown softness to reciprocate his actions so he closed them around part of it and sucked.
It felt like flesh, but living and perfect.
The part of the mysterious thing he hadn't grasped between his lips closed over his top lip and sucked gently, momentarily, before releasing and repeating the action.
Yuuri opened his mouth wider releasing the softness before finding the other part that had suckled him and closing lips around it.
It felt like lips. Part of him screamed that it was the blonde, but that wasn't possible, lips so soft and delectably sweet couldn't belong to a boy.
He tilted his head to the side slightly and pressed more forcefully against the softness; if they were lips, then they would act like lips do.
The softness moved so it locked with his, most definitely lips.
Yuuri kissed them fiercely, sliding his tongue into the moist cavern they protected. He tried in vain to see the person he was engaging with but his vision was blurred.
Heated water lapped at his chest and he noted that he must still have been in the bath; he lifted almost forgotten hands and pulled them up to his own face before moving them forward and touching the figure's face.
Similarly the unknown person pulled their own soft, slender hands up and slid them up the back of his neck and into his hairline, deepening the kiss.
Yuuri woke up groggily from his sleeping at his mother's calls for him and the blonde.
He frowned that he was on the bed wearing his pyjama bottoms, when he last checked he had been in the bath with something that he had been making out with.
A dream? But his hair was wet? As was the blonde's, who was snoozing next to him. Dressed in his pyjama shirt, which was thankfully long.
The shrugged the experience off, albeit his lips did feel slightly swollen as if from kissing.
Wolfram stirred as he replied to his mother's increasingly exasperated calls, stretching slowly before getting off the bed and making his way downstairs.
Yuuri's eyes widened in horror as he pelted down the stairs to late to stop him.
Both his mother and father had seen the blonde in his nightshirt and now him in just his pyjama's…
….because it didn't suggest anything.
Miko pulled a face that screamed fangirlism whilst his father rolled his eyes and made an expression that said 'I saw this coming'
Yuuri sighed as he slumped in his seat next to the blonde who was making his life a misery, how could it be possible that someone so beautiful was so cruel.
Oh yeah, he forgot. This was for insulting his sexuality.
Yuuri paced across his room whilst the blonde lounged on his bed, still in his nightshirt, doing his French homework.
It was painfully obvious Wolfram had done it for him but Yuuri really couldn't care, he was a bit of a teacher's pet in other subjects like maths but he couldn't be bothered with French, it just didn't go well with him.
The blonde languidly finished before sprawling on his bed his hair in a little halo.
"Thanks," Yuuri said quietly gathering his newly filled papers and tucking them into his bag.
"It was nothing." The blonde yawned, fluffing his pillow to make it more comfortable.
"I need my shirt back." Yuuri said closing the curtains and shutting the bathroom door.
"Sort it out yourself." Wolfram gestured, his hand across his body as in, unbutton and remove it yourself.
"Not meaning to offend you but I don't exactly want to undress you, secondly that would make me lose your silly challenge." Yuuri smirked.
"You've already lost it." Wolfram murmured half heartedly and Yuuri frowned advancing towards him.
"No I haven't….when?" he asked, worrying that he had.
"Earlier in the bath." The blonde drawled, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"You were the one who invited me to share besides I deliberately made sure that no body contact occurred." Yuuri roused pulling a mismatching bed shirt from a draw under the bed.
"I didn't mean that." Wolfram exhaled and sat up, "Can you not remember? I thought you would have at least a little."
Yuuri knitted his eyebrows together and shook his head at the blondes nonsense.
"Ne, Yuuri, close your eyes and we'll see if you remember." Wolfram smiled standing up from the bed and going up onto the balls of his feet to make them the same height.
"What? Why?" Yuuri mistrusted and Wolfram got annoyed.
"Just do it." An exasperated voice sounded.
"Fine." Yuuri closed his eyes slowly before re opening them and repeating the closure.
Wolfram leaned closer and carefully pressed their lips together before kissing the tanned ones lightly.
Onyx eyes shot open in horror as the blonde pulled back and wandered past him.
"I thought so."
Mahhhhhh ~,~ My brain died T^T Reviews are nice, they warm my cold and fragile heart also! Help! give me ideas for the next chapter, what naughty things could Wolfie do? Mwhahahaha outrageous ideas are awsome :O!
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