If Gakuto tried to be completely impartial, he could see how Hidaka could be considered a good-looking guy. Of course any inherit attractiveness he was born with was completely overwritten by his repellent personality.
Gakuto snatched a sidelong glance down the row of lockers to where Hidaka was surrounded by an assembly of junior students all vying for his attention. His gaze locked with Hidaka, who smirked at him over the heads of his adoring crowd. Gakuto hastily turned away, pushing through the morning crowds and out into the hallway.
It was becoming difficult to get through the school days without having some kind of an encounter with Hidaka. A whispered word, a smirk, sometimes worse. The only thing that seemed to discourage the other boy was Yuushi.
Since their trip to the swimming pool Yuushi had been enquiring about Hidaka, a lot. Gakuto was becoming increasingly paranoid as the days went by. The sensation of being watched was making it hard for him to concentrate on anything. And it wasn't just Hidaka breathing down his neck. More and more often he was beginning to catch Yuushi's presence. The flash of dark hair at the edge of his vision, the heavy scent of his body nearby.
While some part of him was thrilled by his partners increased presence, in this situation it wouldn't be long before Yuushi and Hidaka had some sort of a confrontation.
'I could talk to him,' said Yuushi at lunch.
'Who?' he replied.
'Hidaka-san. If he's bothering you, I can talk to him.'
'I don't want you to, Yuushi,' he replied.
'Why not?'
'Because nothing's wrong,' he replied adamantly.
'Mm,' Yuushi grunted in a non-committal manner. 'Okay.'
He was well familiar with that expression of okay from Yuushi, and it didn't mean everything was fine.
Yuushi gazed out intently across the students milling about the grounds until he settled on the form of Hidaka in the distance. Gakuto watched his partner intently study the senior. It was a calculated look he'd seen Yuushi wear many times, usually on the court and usually just before he was about to win a point. Yuushi's intent gaze gave him a horrifying feeling of finality. Whatever grace period he'd had just expired.
His life had an excellent sense of whimsy.
When the last person in the world he wanted to see was Hidaka, he couldn't escape from the boy. Now that he was actually looking for him, he couldn't find the senior anywhere.
He wasn't really clear on what he was going to do, but preventing Hidaka from speaking with Yuushi was imperative.
Gakuto pulled the paper towel from the dispenser and wet it under the tap. He drew the cool water over his face and forehead slightly dampening his fringe.
The bathroom door swung back on its hinges with a groan.
'I heard you were looking for me?' Hidaka said leaning against the frame of the door.
Gakuto swallowed, letting his school bag slide from his shoulder down to the floor. 'Yeah,' he replied, conscious of the sudden dampness under his shirt.
'I have to warn you,' Hidaka smiled warmly. 'If you go about inviting boys into the bathroom like this, you might get beaten up.'
Gakuto crossed his arms and stepped away from the counter. 'What do I have to do?'
Hidaka raised an eyebrow in askance.
'For you to stop,' he explained. 'What do I have to do?'
Hidaka moved so quickly he barely had time to react before the other boy had him by the wrist, dragging him towards the toilet stall.
'What are you doing?' he hissed, attempting to wrest his arm from Hidaka's grip.
'Making a deal. Isn't that what you wanted?' Hidaka, grunted as he struggled to pull him through the stall door.
Gakuto held on with all his strength, but Hidaka was stronger than him and eventually he couldn't hold on any longer. His hand was ripped from the door way and he went stumbling back into the other boy, almost tripping over the squat toilet.
His head connected roughly with the wall as Hidaka locked the stall door.
'Take your clothes off,' the senior hissed quietly.
'What? No—'
Hidaka's hands slammed into the wall either side of his head. Gakuto shied away as Hidaka leaned in closely, his nose, brushing against the strands of his hair. 'You wanted to make a deal, Gakuto. If you take your clothes off, we have a deal.'
'N-no deal,' he whispered. 'I can't.' Gakuto stepped to the side, trying to get around the senior.
'Yes,' Hidaka replied. 'Yes you can.'
Hidaka's hands were on his shoulders pushing him back against the wall with a surprising gentleness that confused him. 'You don't have to do anything, Gakuto. Just take off your clothes and sit.' The senior indicated to the raised platform. 'Then we have a deal.'
Gakuto shook his head. 'You're going to run off with my uniform…'
Hidaka shook his head, no hint of deception in his expression, only an uncommonly intent gaze.
'I-if I do this,' he stammered. 'Do you promise not to tell Yuushi, I was… looking?'
'I promise,' Hidaka replied eagerly, hands already pushing his school blazer from his shoulders.
'Don't,' Gakuto pulled away from the other boy. 'I'll do it.'
Ignoring the uncomfortable twist of his stomach, he allowed his school jacket to slip down his shoulders and fall to the ground.
Hidaka picked it up for him and held it in the grip of one hand. 'You have to take off everything,' he murmured, voice trembling a little.
Gakuto loosened the tie and slipped it over his head. He hesitated as Hidaka held his hand out to take it. 'I'd prefer to hold it,' he said, holding the tie closely to his chest.
Hidaka reluctantly handed over his jacket, shifting from foot to foot. 'Fine, just hurry.'
His fingers had trouble with the small buttons of his oxford shirt; his hands shook more as Hidaka become less patient. Gakuto quickly shucked the shirt from his shoulders and placed it on the floor, by his jacket and tie.
He brushed his hands over his chest, covering himself. Covering the flush caused by his hardening nipples as Hidaka's gaze travelled his torso. He hesitated at his belt as his cock stirred.
Hidaka grabbed him. Roughly pulling him up hard against his body. Skin brushing against coarse fabric, the other boy's hardness pressing into his back. Hidaka reached around his waist and tugged at his belt, hands pulling roughly at his pants until the belt was pulled free and his trousers pushed down to his knees. 'There,' Hidaka rasped. 'Underwear too.'
Stumbling from the other boys grasp, Gakuto shucked his underwear to the floor, blushing as he bent over, exposing himself to Hidaka.
Legs pressed closely together, Gakuto crossed his arms and turned around. 'No touching,' he warned fiercely, pushing Hidaka's hand away.
Hidaka glowered for a moment, but slowly lowered his arm. 'Sit.'
Gakuto sat down on the ledge, beside the squat toilet. Cold tiles pressing into his backside.
'Turn…' Hidaka gestured.
Gakuto flinched as the other boy laid a hand upon his bare shoulder, but Hidaka only gestured how he should turn. 'No touching,' he reminded the other boy.
'No touching,' Hidaka repeated, moving in closer to him, standing over him as he sat on the small ledge by the toilet.
Gakuto glanced down at his hands, clasped over his genitals as Hidaka gazed down on him, gripping his erection through his pants, roughly squeezing it. 'What are—'
'Shut up,' Hidaka grabbed his head and forced him to look at the wall of the stall. 'Stay there.' Gakuto squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the distinct sound of a zipper being drawn.
The scent of arousal filled the small space between them. Gakuto quivered as Hidaka grunted softly from behind him, the familiar sounds and smells of masturbation causing his own erection to swell under his hands.
He crouched down holding himself away from the senior as his breathing became more laboured and the sounds of his fist more hurried. Hidaka's breath stirred his hair as the taller boy leaned over him.
'Gakuto,' Hidaka whispered heavily into his ear. 'Gakuto…'
His heart hammered loudly, trapped in the small corner of the bathroom. Hidaka's hand brushed against his shoulder and he began to fidget.
'Stay…' Hidaka groaned.
Gakuto shook his head. 'Don't—' Hidaka's hand shot out and grabbed him by the hair. He cried out in pain as he tried to pull away. 'No,' he yelled yanking his head backwards, ripping free as Hidaka splattered come down his neck and shoulder.
The impact of his push sent Hidaka stumbling back into the door. 'Get out,' Gakuto hissed, shoving him backward again and again.
'Stop it,' Hidaka grunted, grabbing him by the arm and shaking him roughly. Gakuto stumbled and cracked his knee on the side of the toilet. 'Why?' Hidaka whispered into his ear, as he caught Gakuto in his arms. 'Why do you have to be such a tease?' the senior asked, covering his mouth with one hand.
Gakuto struggled as Hidaka wrapped his other hand around his erection and roughly jerked him off. As his erection pulsed with the stimulation, his struggles ceased, and he relaxed into Hidaka's loosening grip, his head rolling back onto the other boy's shoulder. 'No…' he protested without struggle, feeling his orgasm build.
The bathroom door swung back on its hinges with a groan.
'Gakuto?'
Yuushi's voice stilled his heart. His erection flagged and softened. Hidaka released him quietly, eyes wide as he hastily tucked himself back into his pants.
'Gakuto…' Yuushi's voice was right outside. The stall door shifted as Yuushi pushed against it.
Gakuto pulled his pants on, but couldn't sort out his shirt.
Hidaka, dressed neatly, pulled open the stall door to stand face to face with Yuushi.
Gakuto dropped his head as Yuushi stared straight at him, eyes dark and emotionless, calculating the situation. His knees couldn't hold him, and he sank down to the ledge.
Yuushi's eyes narrowed alarmingly, his mouth pressed into a thin line. 'Gakuto?'
He couldn't answer.
Hidaka moved to push past Yuushi, but his partner stayed him with only a glare. 'What's going on?'
Hidaka leaned against the frame of the stall and shrugged in an off-handed manner. 'Nothing out of the ordinary,' the senior gestured offhandedly. 'Just my daily service,' Hidaka smiled darkly.
Yuushi stepped aside. 'Get out,' he hissed.
Hidaka left immediately.
He didn't know what he'd expected. To be slapped, yelled at, abandoned, he didn't know. But any punishment would've been more welcome than the gentle brush of Yuushi's hands as he pulled the shirt up and over his shoulders. His partner's long fingers untwisted the collar from behind his hair, then straightened the fabric across his chest, ignoring the remaining dampness. Then nimbly, Yuushi began to do up his buttons. Gakuto sat on the cold ledge, unresponsive until a drop of water struck his hand and he realised he was crying.
His touched his fingers to his face in disbelief.
'Gakuto?' Yuushi whispered gently.
He pushed past Yuushi, ignoring his words, and started to run.