Chapter 11

"I can't believe you talked me into this..." Makoto's face flushed, sitting beside Seijuurou in the dance studio, waiting for the instructors to arrive.

Seijuurou, with his puppy-eyed begging and saying that this would only be a one-time thing and that he would gladly pay for both of them finally broke down the brunette into agreeing to take the pole dancing class that he had mentioned weeks ago. He had called up the instructor soon after (leaving his very naked and very satisfied boyfriend curled up in his sheets), making an appointment for saturday.

"She said to wear shorts and a tank top, babe. Stuff that's comfortable." Seijuurou kissed the side of Makoto's head, resting his chin on the swimmer's shoulder and watching as he looked through his clothes. "Can you wear the ones I like? Please?"

"...the red ones?" The redhead nodded, smiling against Makoto's neck as the brunette pulled them out of his drawer.

Seijuurou snuck his hand in, pulling out a black pair for himself. "And these are for me."

"But, they're a size to small for you-" Makoto paused, understanding why. "O-oh. Ohhhhh."

Seijuurou had arranged for a one-on-one class, meaning that with himself and Makoto, there would be an instructor for both of them. It was arranged through the local dance studio and with their dancers being talented in all forms of dance, pole dancing being no exeption, they were more than glad to take the request to make it a private lesson. They, being two women, around the swimmers' ages. They had finally arrived, setting down their things and stepping infront of the two boys, smiling.

"Alright, you must be..." The blonde pointed at Seijuurou. "...Mikoshiba, the one who called?"

"Yeah, that's me." Seijuurou smiled, and put a hand on Makoto's shoulder. "But you can call me Seijuurou. And this is Makoto. It's nice to meet you two."

"I'm Keiko, and my partner here is Kisa." Keiko gestured to the black-haired woman beside her. "How about Seijuurou, you come with me, and Makoto will be with Kisa?"

"Sounds good to me." The redhead squeezed Makoto's shoulder, winking at his boyfriend before stepping forward towards Keiko.

Makoto shyly waved at his instructor, letting her lead him to their area across the room to where they had one of two practice poles set up, and Keiko and Seijuurou on the other side of the room with the other pole. He discarded the jacket he was wearing along with his trackpants, leaving him in just a tanktop and the shorts that Seijuurou had suggested to wear.

"Alright Makoto, let's get started, shall we?"

Nodding and listening to what his instructor was telling (and showing) him, Makoto couldn't help but glance over at Seijuurou every so often.

Seijuurou was right when he said that he would fall. He would do just fine when his feet were on the ground, spinning around and using his arms, eyebrows knit together as he tried to focus on his movements and the advice being given to him. He couldn't contain his laughter when Seijuurou tried to hold onto the pole with his legs upside down, watching as he slowly slid down and managed to catch himself before hitting the ground. However, his eyes narrowed when he saw Seijuurou's instructors hands settle on his thighs, getting them into the correct position so that he would stay up better. The redhead would flush slightly, trying to do as she said, and it made Makoto's blood almost boil that she was touching him so easily. Every touch that she made, on his thighs, arms, back, made him want to jump right down and storm right over to him and show her, and everyone else in the room that Seijuurou Mikoshiba was his, but shook his head, going back to paying attention to his own lesson.

"Alright Makoto, I think that your form is really good!"

The brunette blinked, remembering that he had his own instructor to pay attention to (and that Seijuurou was the one paying for it), and pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind. He gripped the cold metal of the pole, pulling himself up and trying to recall the correct position she had told him to do a successful twirl as he slid down. She clapped and smiled at Makoto as he came down, putting a hand on his back to steady the swimmer.

"You're doing really great!" Kisa smiled, putting her hands on her hips. "But...can I ask something?"

"Sure, yeah."

She motioned over to Seijuurou and Keiko on the other side of the room. "Is he...your boyfriend or something? I'm sorry if he's not, I just figured that you keep on looking over at him and all..."

Makoto smiled and gave a small laugh. "It's okay, he is. He's the one that actually called and made this appointment. He thought that it would be interesting to try and convinced me to come." His face flushed, recalling Seijuurou's exact words he used when the redhead brought it up. "He also thought that I would be really good at it..."

Kisa smiled, looking over at Keiko trying to help Seijuurou up from the ground. "Do you want to show him how amazing you are?"

"O-oh no, I couldn't!"

"You can show him how well you can hold yourself up! Hey, Keiko, Seijuurou, c'mere!" She called over her shoulder while pushing Makoto up onto the stand where the pole was. Makoto's face reddened even more when he saw Keiko and Seijuurou walk on over, the biggest smile on Seijuurou's face as he stopped and stood next to Kisa. "It's alright Makoto, show Seijuurou what your legs can do."

The brunette swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling golden eyes staring holes into him as he placed his hands on the pole, pulling himself up and wrapping his legs around it. Makoto took a deep breath, letting go and tightening the hold of his thighs against the metal. Once he felt his back press against the pole, tank top slightly rising up exposing his stomach, and the tips of his fingers brush against the ground. He opened his eyes and was met with an impressed Keiko, pleased Kisa, and a stunned and flustered Seijuurou.

"C-can I come down now?" Makoto asked, feeling slightly lightheaded and more than awkward with two women staring at him and Seijuurou looking as if his nose was going to start bleeding at any second. Kisa nodded and Makoto slowly slid down, letting his body lay down on the platform before sitting up, brushing his bangs aside and out of his face. "Was it okay?"

"Okay? I've never seen a newcomer be able to do that on their first day that well!" Keiko beamed and patted Makoto on the shoulder. "There's still time before your lesson is over, do you two want to have a small break before continuing? Maybe Makoto can help you from falling so much, Seijuurou."

Seijuuou scoffed, his ears turning a light shade of red as he leaned against the platform and put his hand on Makoto's thigh. "Yeah, maybe by some miracle I can do what Makoto just did by the end of the day without falling on my face."

The two swimmers said their goodbyes to Keiko and Kisa, saying that they were more than looking forward to seeing them again next month. They had offered to help the dancers clean up before their next appointment but the young ladies politely declined.

"Have fun?" Seijuurou wrapped his arm around Makoto's waist on their way back to the redhead's dorm. "Those two were really nice, which was a big relief. I thought that we were going to get stuck with people entirely the opposite."

Makoto smiled, resting his head on Seijuurou's shoulder and put his hands in his jacket pockets. "Oh I did. I guess you were right in thinking that I would be good at it. Way better than you." The youngest gave a playful push, earning a laugh from Seijuurou.

"Hey, I tried! And maybe I'll get better because we agreed to come back again." He pursed his lips, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I, uh, also saw you staring at me too..."

"...She was touching you, you know."

Seijuurou looked down at Makoto, who's gaze was set on what was infront of them. "What, that? When Keiko was making sure I wouldn't fall?"

"I know that she was only helping you, but as soon as I saw her hand go right for your ass I almost lost my composure."

The oldest sighed, pulling Makoto off to the side of the path. Seijuurou put his hands on Makoto's face, tilting his head up so that he could kiss the brunette.

"Makoto..." Seijuurou raised an eyebrow. "You know Keiko did the same thing with you. Do you think I didn't see that?" Makoto's face slowly turned red, recalling that she did get a tad bit handsy with helping himself and Seijuurou. "But who can blame her? I for one think that I'm pretty handsome and you in those shorts?" The redhead smiled, pressing his lips to Makoto's burning forehead. "Hot damn."

"Oh, stop." Makoto pulled Seijuurou back onto the walkway, and yelped when Seijuurou had snuck his hand down the back of his trackpants. "H-hey!"

"Just keeping it safe from anyone else, don't worry." Seijuurou winked at the flustered swimmer. "It's part of my duties as your wonderful boyfriend."

Makoto smiled and rolled his eyes, tilting his head so that he could peck Seijuurou's cheek. "You're such a dork."

"Hey, but I'm your dork that's making you the most delicious dinner tonight."

Author's note: another fun fact this was meant to be a bonus at the end of this story but then I had to move stuff around and then it's happening now. WHAT IS POLE DANCING WHAT IS WRITING GOOD I DON'T KNOW also this was also meant to have sex in it (there were two options: in the bathroom because Sei /had/ to do it then and then waiting until they got back to Sei's dorm room but then as soon as they opened the door and pulled down Makoto's shorts Aikawa started screaming because he was in the room oops) IUNNO and this was also finished at around midnight when I was half asleep along with it's counterpart chapter so they probably suck more than I think they do