This day had been a pretty rollercoaster fro Yasuo yet nothing bad happened, just a large range of emotions.
First there was a lot of joy and anticipation when at last he could join Yi during the first break of the day. It never last long but it was still enough for them to hug quietly under the stairs and exchange the precious good he had been waiting for all night. The shirt. The very first thing he got from Yi and it made him so happy. As quick Yasuo kept it in his bag like his more prized possession, wary of any risk.
The next two hours of classes went proportionally slow, each second ripped from his deep boredom. Really, he wished he could at least have classes with Yi, it would make everything more bearable. He tried chatting a little with his friends but in the end he could just sigh, thinking about lunch break and their time together.
When at last it was time, nothing could stop his cheerful mood as soon as he found his boyfriend again. Even Yone. At the occasion his brother apologized for his latest remark but already Yasuo didn't care about that anymore. It had been years and years that they elarned how each other reacted, no need to stay angry.
Lunch went rather smoothly, even as he tried to ignore this overly happy presence of his dear brother nearby. Yone didn't always have lunch with them because he was still mindful not to break a moment. This time he was there, merrily chatting with them, oblivious to Yasuo's urge to just got over it and take Yi to a quiet place as soon as possible. He was just that impatient, nothing specially against Yone. In any case he wouldn't have been on a more agreeable mood if they were just the two of them at the table, this was still too public and open.
When at last it was time, so started the most delightful part of the day. They had more or less one hour to spend freely before they would go to their different classes. So it was indeed spent wisely, both of them hiding in that far corner under the stairs where barely no one went unless to have so peace. Yone had left them a bit ago, surely he had better to do than bother a young couple and he wasn't so sadistic.
All was for the best, they sat and hugged quietly, chatting if needed in that otherwise cloudy day. Yi always ended up taking out of his books while Yasuo simply returned to what he did best, leaning against him for this peaceful moment. From time to time both of them sneaked one or two peacks, easy kisses given sweetly before it could even bother.
This time he got a bit more bold and climbed on Yi's lap, staying there for the last ten minutes before return to hell. The question was still silent, mouth lingering close to his with a curious gaze. When the latter accepted the kiss and welcomed him closer then Yasuo knew it was fine. They stayed there kissing like idiots, on the floor under the stairs. May this peace last forever.
However classes were one of these things impossible to avoid. Soon their paths had to part and after a sad puppy gaze, Yasuo won a last kiss before going on his way. Yi seemed to take that better than him but he knew by then that his boyfriend was good as muffling any pain or negativity when it happened. Later he would say via texts that he was equally heartbroken to let him go even for a few hours.
The rest of the day went. Yasuo had four good hours to go so it was indeed hell that waited for him. Hopefully there was another break after two hours and they could meet again, enjoying a few private kisses before time rang and separated them horribly.
More time spent sighing after his missing love, even his teachers couldn't keep him focused too long. This was how it would be. At least it was the end of the year, he wasn't part of the students doomed for this year.
The second sweetest moment was when he was free at last and he found Yi waiting for him not far of his classroom. This was such an incredible feeling to find his boyfriend actually waiting after his own end of classes simply to spend some time with him. After some chaste affection they went on the way back home, until the point of true goodbye.
They would still see each other next day since Yi was again invited to study with his fellow classmate but it didn't lessen the low ache of seeing each other going a different way. Anyway they would soon find each other vie messages and a few pictures. Not a single second spent alone.
Damn.
At last he could truly relax. Yasuo had retreated to his bedroom after dinner, even though his brother and mother were planning to watch a movie. Honestly he didn't care that much, he wanted to chat a bit longer before Yi would go to bed.
All this evening Yasuo had been fixating on the shirt he knew was still in the bag. It remained on his mind until he was free at last. Now that he had some peace, he finished his nightly routine, got his laptop in bed then sat down.
With overly cautious manners he took the shirt, still neatly folded as it was given to him before and left it on his bed, appreciating fabric for a time. This was dumb, he was too aware of it but he enjoyed it nonetheless. This one shirt was black with a large image of a dragon, something quite beautiful. Obviously the shirt wasn't fresh new but not old neither, a piece of clothing well taken care of.
Yasuo couldn't resist much longer and took off his own pajama top, putting this shirt on instead. There, how it should be. Good… It was a bit funny how a simple thing like a boyfriend shirt could give him such satisfaction. Shyly he enjoyed the soft feeling of fabric, before tugging lightly to take a lungful. Mmmh.
It reminded him of the latest day, Yi pressed down in that same bed, too dear presence. That same typical smell, quite faint yet it still reminded him the latter. Stop stop. No need to think about that kind of things, this wasn't the first intention for his request.
Instead he took some time to snap a good picture and send it to Yi, a loving thank-you for the shirt. There, beautiful darling…
No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, Yasuo was still left with his thoughts a few hours later once the latter had gone to bed. Yi was always serious about it so he respected it and left him some quiet. So here was Yasuo, thoughts racing with the constant reminder not to think about that particularly. Yes he was a bit needy and it had only increased over time. Yes it was stupid to ask for a shirt knowing very well what consequences it might have on his young sex-drive. The smallest bit made him horny.
By now it was more than late, no noises from the flat after a while so he was safe to think the family had gone to bed. He paid attention closely just in case but indeed, there was just the constant background noise of the city, some light still filtering by the window at this dark time.
More time went and Yasuo already knew he was fucked, there was just this reminder of their latest fun together plus Yi's shirt he was wearing at the moment.
Fuck this.
Since it was already doomed, he palmed himself through his boxers, nose burried in the shirt after he closed his eyes. Really he was a bit ashamed of the way he got needy for his boyfriend by a few thoughts. Yi didn't even try to turn him on, never. What if he try one day… ? It made Yasuo more aroused by mere mention. To imagine the latter whispering heated things to his hear, teasing touch over him, it was maddening.
On reflex Yasuo muffled any noises in the shirt, eyes still closed in that soft fantasy he entertained. A shame that next day they wouldn't be able to share any of that. Too many people, too close, no way to get that. Instead he could just think about the blessed day they would at last fuck. Mmmh—
Done with his patience, Yasuo yanked his boxers off and jerked himself off. Imagine, Yi's hand instead of his, slowly stroking him while he said a few secret things so close to him. In need for more he remembered the day before, his boyfriend just under him as they chased climax together. What a mess made but neither cared, it was so sweet to just hold and be held in the last instants. Without thinking Yasuo's grasp got tight, hard pace over his cock as he tried not to take too long. This was all he wanted, something quick to hold a bit longer without being accidently turned on by his boyfriend.
Just when it became too much he pressed his face in the pillow, biting his lower lip not to betray his situation. Yi… It smelled like him. If he focused enough he could replay their time together until he could see exactly the latter's face before the end. It was enough, Yasuo spilled in his hand while holding back the worst noise of all.
Breath short, he struggled to calm down, thinking that he was too loud and obvious. Yet all felt good, a bit hazy. It was so tempting just to stop caring and stay right there, lulled to sleep by bliss. No…
In a final effort he grabbed a tissue and wipped as he could before giving up. Already he felt half asleep. His last thoughts followed Yi, like always since the beginning.
Baby…