There's smut in here. Sort of. Badly written smut, I'm warning you. though it's nothing really graphic.
Gakuto did not want to tell the team he was together with Jiroh now. It was bothersome enough how he had to work out his own feelings of not-straight-ness, having other people gossip about his love life was not something he needed to accompany that. Yuushi, of course, knew from the start. Firstly because he had practically set them up (Gakuto still owed him at least two hours worth of ranting into his ear for that) and secondly because he always knew everything. It was irritating.
Chewing on his hair he watched as Jiroh – his boyfriend, he thought, almost blushing again – seemingly without effort beat one of the first years to the ground. Slouched shoulders and sloppy movements ceased quickly once he was finished though, and Jiroh literally bounced over to where Gakuto was standing. He tried shooting him a warning glare (Jiroh tended to forget where they were), but apparently he was so entranced and happy of the sight of him that he didn't even register that. Two seconds later he found himself flat on his back, lips firmly pressed against his, sliding and massaging, the tip of a tongue softly licking, asking for entrance…
An amused wolf whistle (how Yuushi managed to make that sound amused was beyond Gakuto's ability to comprehend) broke him out of his rapture, realizing where he was and what they had just done. He quickly shoved Jiroh off him, or rather, tried to, failing miserably, then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He somehow had to remedy this.
"Shit" he muttered, when he noticed how all of the Regulars were staring at him and Jiroh. The latter had just blinked at him in confusion as he had broken the kiss, then apparently decided it didn't matter much and snuggled up to Gakuto's chest. Oh, he was so done for.
"Well, well…" a very broadly grinning Shishido said, peering down into Gakuto's face (which was beginning to heat up considerably). "What was that last month with you being the only 'normal' one on this team?"
Of course, Gakuto had jumped up, shouting something along the lines of "Shut up, stupid jerk" and then some, but trying to pummel his face in had not worked how he had wanted it to at all. After all, the only thing Shishido had to do to keep him away was to stretch his arm out and hold him away at that distance.
"Really, Mukahi," he continued, grinning even wider, "that's so lame." Not even Choutaroh's voice ('Hey, but if you think about it, it almost is a straight relationship. You sort of do look like a girl'), filled with indignation ('Finally wanted to join the cool kids, huh?') stopped him from picking on Gakuto ('If I had known earlier, Kaidoh told me Kikumaru was interested some time ago') that day.
The worst part though was when Yuushi 'accidentally' revealed Gakuto was sleeping over at Jiroh's that day. He had decided then and there that he wouldn't talk to Yuushi for a week… or at least a couple of days. The innuendos following that statement up would surely last him a lifetime, and he was sure he hadn't even been mortified that much when he was being questioned by Yuushi about how his (so far nonexistent) sex life with Jiroh was coming along. He could have hugged Atobe for once when he decided to end practice early that day, because it was Friday and that evening his father was hosting a gala he absolutely needed to attend. If only the stares at him would stop.
Gakuto had thought, once he had started thinking about it, that Jiroh would have a king-sized bed, possibly with curtains drawn around it and lots of pillows and blankets draped onto it. Instead, the first thing he noticed when he went into the room was how the bed was entirely normal sized. With all the sleep Jiroh needed he really had expected something more impressive. But then again it really was none of his concern what kind of a bed his boyfriend slept in.
He slipped his bag off his shoulder and onto the soft carpet with a slight 'thud,' he plopped himself down next to it. "Man. Practice sure was hell today." He was still disgruntled over what Jiroh had done, but it had happened and he couldn't reverse time, so he would just have to deal. Besides, they would probably have found out sooner or later anyway. With Yuushi's big mouth. He hadn't even noticed he was grumbling out loud until Jiroh's head appeared in his field of vision, pout evident.
"I upset you, didn't I? I'm sorry…" Gakuto felt a twinge of guilt at the tone of the other boy's voice. It was clear Jiroh was distressed by his behaviour, something he could not stand, at all. A distressed Jiroh was an unhappy one and no matter how cute he looked when he was pouting like this, it always made Gakuto feel like he had dome something incredibly stupid. Which he probably had, considering how rudely he had just tried shoving the other boy off him. He frowned.
"No, look.. it's just… you know…" How did one go and explain things like that? It was obvious Jiroh didn't know why he had wanted their relationship to be kept secret, and to some point he could understand that. But still… "I just didn't want everyone to make fun of us, you know, like they did today." he tried, adding a "Filthy snobs" under his breath. Taking in Jiroh's crestfallen look he stood up, embracing the taller boy tightly. "I'm sorry, too." he mumbled, face pressed against his chest. It probably had been silly to think they could have hidden it forever. And, worse, he had hurt Jiroh in wanting to do so. But gazing up at his boyfriend's now finally smiling face he knew it was alright.
They had had a disagreement over sleeping arrangements. While Gakuto insisted he wanted an extra futon rolled out for him, Jiroh thought it would be perfectly fine if they just slept in his bed. They were boyfriends after all, so nothing was wrong with that, no? In the end he gave in to Gakuto though, seeing as he had a point in saying his bed was too small for two people. Besides, who could ever resist those adorable puppy eyes.
Either way, Jiroh was unable to tear his eyes from his boyfriend as he emerged from the bathroom. He remembered Gakuto complaining sometime that he still had to buy his clothes in the kid's section, since he was so short, but he hadn't really thought about it, until now – when the very same was wearing baby blue pyjamas with little kittens printed all over it. Jiroh was sure it would have looked ridiculous on any other 17-years-old , but on Gakuto it was the pure definition of sugary sweet, which should have been quite disturbing in itself. But he had always thought his boyfriend looked so very cute, but this, this was almost squee-worthy.
"What'cha looking at?" Gakuto mumbled, arms stretching over his head and suppressing a yawn – meanwhile flashing part of his abdomen at Jiroh. He stared, slowly licking his lips. Gakuto lifted an eyebrow. Jiroh pounced.
A short "Eep" was to be heard from Gakuto as Jiroh toppled him over, pressing his lips against his own once more. They were lucky the soft carpet caught his fall - Gakuto did not like pain, though forming coherent thoughts was starting to exceed Jiroh's ability of thinking, with his boyfriend's body writhing under him, tongues entwined.
A soft whimper fell from Gakuto's lips as his hands started fumbling with the buttons on his top, mouth following to whatever part of his soft skin was newly exposed. He had been anticipating it, but the softness of his skin caught Jiroh by surprise, completely enrapturing him. He did not know how long they had been lying there, touching, fumbling, yet somehow skin was suddenly rubbing on bare skin, the feeling overwhelming every fantasy he had ever had, erasing every last wet dream from his memory. This was just so much better.
An embarrassingly loud moan escaped his lips as Gakuto brushed against him, just there, and he faintly thought he was glad he lived in such a large house. Anywhere else a pair of mortified parents would surely have come barging in by now, stopping any further contact between the two boys. That thought was quickly forgotten, however as Gakuto's fingers were back, mirroring the motions he was using on him. Even that was cute – though first and foremost it felt fucking incredible – it seemed, Gakuto had no sexual experience yet whatsoever. All the better for him though, the more innocent he was the more he could teach him.
Stifling another moan, Jiroh loosened Gakuto's hold on him, lowering himself, down, down, just there, licking and sucking at silky flesh, while his hand proceeded to skim along his boyfriend's buttocks, searching. He would make Gakuto know pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, and he was going to be very thorough with it. That is, until the other's hand wrapped itself around his wrist, stopping it's descend. Confused he looked up, only to be met with a very stubborn – if still glazed with lust – gaze.
"I'm not gonna be the one to take it up the ass." Okay, maybe not so innocent after all.