Author's note: Plot relevant porn. that is all.

"Yes!" Furuichi screamed out in joy, "suck it Miki!"

Miki threw down his controller in annoyance, "you cheat, I'm sure of it," he complained, while Furuichi continued to celebrate his third consecutive win.

"No need, I'm just pure talent. The controller is my instrument," Furuichi said, striking a pose.

"Play with a lot of 'joysticks' do you?" Miki smirked.

"Why don't you ask your mum about my joysti- OW!"

The two boys spent a few moments grappling on the lounge room floor, Miki easily overpowering Furuichi. While he held his friend in a headlock, he noticed it was well after 2AM. Releasing Furuichi, they began moving the remaining chips and lollies to the side for breakfast, and setting up their futons on the floor for the night.

They were already in their pyjamas, so while Furuichi got comfortable, Miki turned out the light, using the glow from his phone to guide his way to his own sleeping place. He settled himself under the blanket and for a moment both boys lay silently, looking up into the darkness.

"Hey, Furuichi... are you awake?"

"...yeah."

"...are you tired?"

"...not really – I had a lot of red bull."

"... do you wanna make out?"

Exactly two months ago, in that very same spot on the floor, Miki had first kissed Furuichi. Miki's mother often worked late nights, so the boys had snuck into the liquor cabinet, and after a few bottles of beer, and a hysterically funny TV show that neither of them could remember, Miki had leaned over and kissed Furuichi. Furuichi had been too surprised to do anything until he felt Miki's tongue press at his lips, at which point he had pulled away. They had gone to sleep embarrassed, and in the morning Miki had apologised for the kiss, and confessed to being gay. Their afternoon studying had ended early and awkwardly.

They met up to study on the following Tuesday, and Furuichi told his nervous friend that it was ok with him if Miki liked boys. They had worked on their maths, and parted again as friends. The Tuesday after that they had talked about their first kisses; Miki's had been the captain of his middle school karate club in Nara; Furuichi's had been with a girl in kindergarten after he shared his jelly beans with her – they broke up when she caught him colouring with another girl. The Tuesday after Furuichi had asked what Miki liked about boys more than girls. While Miki talked about wanting to touch broad shoulders and ripped abs, Furuichi blushed. Miki had noticed.

The following Tuesday, while they planned for their monthly marathon, Miki kissed Furuichi in the kitchen as they were pouring drinks, and was rewarded with a lecture on the evils of taking advantage of a person with their hands full. Miki took that to mean he could kiss Furuichi as long as he asked first, and Furuichi didn't say no.

That Friday night, exactly one month before the present, and one month after their first kiss, they kissed again. Few people would consider Wii Boxing romantic, but when Miki saw Furuichi flushed, laughing, and panting from the activity, he had paused the game to ask his friend if he could kiss him. Furuichi had only hesitated for a moment before nodding, and going to sit on the couch. At first they had just looked at each other, before Miki leant forward, and pressed his lips to Furuichi's, pulling back after a moment.

Unsatisfied, he leant forward again, one hand behind Furuichi's head to pull him closer. The unexpected pulling caused Furuichi to unbalance and he landed awkwardly on top of Miki; who took advantage of the happy event to lie back with Furuichi completely on top of him, wrapping both his arms around him to steady him and pull him close. Finding himself held tight, and within inches of Miki's face, Furuichi did the only thing left to him and kissed Miki. He had meant to just brush his lips, but Miki had opened his mouth just as Furuichi kissed him, and Furuichi suddenly found a second tongue in his mouth. He'd flicked it with his own, and the two boys lost themselves in each other's lips and tongues and nips and kisses until Furuichi realised he could feel Miki hardening beneath him. He'd sat up quickly and tried to laugh it off. Miki had sat up much slower and touched his fingertips to his lips with a dazed expression while Furuichi chose a new game.

The next day Furuichi was surprised by four things: the morning had been less awkward than he had feared; he found that he quite liked having a friend he could experiment with; and he thought that Miki was in fact a sensational kisser... which led him to the greatest surprise of all; that it had taken only one month, just 28 days, for him to change from "I only like girls" to "I prefer girls."

He thought about this while he watched porn on his laptop that night, looking at both the men and the women, and decided that he was turned on while watching both. Later, he looked through photos he had saved on his computer, considering the people he knew; he was definitely attracted to most of the women he knew, the Red Tails especially and some of the demonic women as well, but the guys... While looking through the pictures of the angry delinquents and the burly brawlers that somehow filled his social circle, he felt a little disappointed at how few good looking guys there were. Himekawa was fairly good looking with his hair down, though Furuichi made a point of not speaking to him ever since the Takamiya incident, but Kanzaki, Toujo and all of their associated cronies all looked either too angry or oversized for Furuichi's liking. Which only left Oga...

Furuichi had slapped his face a few times, refusing to go down that particular road. He had seen Oga in various states of undress frequently throughout their friendship, so knew Oga had an impressive body, but he wasn't huge in the way that Toujo was; and despite the angry expression, he knew his best friend well enough to know that he wasn't always feeling angry. Yes, Furuichi reflected, Oga was definitely attractive; and absolutely off-limits. He sighed, admiring for a moment a picture of a topless Oga at the beach, before slapping his face firmly again, and closing the laptop. No, no, very bad Takayuki, hands off your best friend, no no no, he tried telling himself.

Over the next month Furuichi had continuously put aside any such thoughts about his best friend and the way that his muscles moved when he punched over confident challengers... and instead alternated between studying and becoming very familiar with Miki's bedspread.

The first Tuesday after they had kissed on the couch, Miki's mother had been home on one of her rare days off, so they had gone to Miki's room to study. Unfortunately, Furuichi had struggled to concentrate while Miki helped him with his Shakespeare, as one of the dirtier sonnets kept giving Furuichi ideas; a very happy Miki found himself once again underneath Furuichi, who nipped and suckled at Miki's neck while his hands explored under Miki's shirt. When the shirt began impeding his roaming, Furuichi pulled back to unbutton it; when his hands hesitated at the buttons, Miki had impatiently torn it open himself, and Furuichi had taken that as both permission and encouragement. Kneeling above Miki, almost sitting on his lap, he had looked down at his friend's chest and torso. It was depressingly delicious; Miki's boxing had given him sculpted arms and chest, but Furuichi thought Oga probably had him beaten in the abs and hips... but certainly much better than his own regular body, which Furuichi was suddenly very self conscious about, and very aware of Miki's hands slipping up his own waist.

Nervously, Furuichi had run his hand over Miki's stomach, heading up to his chest, where he paused, his hand hovering inches from Miki's nipple. He ran his thumb over it once, and watched in fascination as Miki squirmed beneath him from that tiniest of touches. In the interests of science, he rubbed it again, smirking as Miki had gasped and shivered, digging his own fingers into Furuichi's hips.

As he thumbed the nipple for the third time, he felt a distinct hardness start to rub against his thigh, and for the first time, he pressed back, biting back a moan as his own erection rubbed against Miki's. They paused for a moment to catch their breaths, and luckily so, as they heard Miki's mother coming up the stairs.

A quick fluffy of shirts buttoned up and very large books put over their laps followed, and they greeted Miki's mother with slightly guilty looks that she correctly suspected meant they had not been studying properly, though she wasn't sure what they had been doing instead.

The next two weeks they focused on upcoming tests and essays, so studied in the much safer kitchen; Furuichi had even made a point of bringing his favourite sour cream and chives flavoured chips to minimise temptation. They had both received top marks on their essays, and on the following Tuesday celebrated by not opening their books at all.

That was three days ago. Four technically, now that midnight had passed.

56 days ago he had only liked girls. 28 days ago, he decided that he just preferred girls. Four days ago he had spent an orgasmic afternoon naked with another guy. Less than twelve hours ago he'd been mauled by Natsume.

Furuichi decided he loved being in his 'experimental phase'.

"So, do you wanna-"

"Yes."

Without wasting any further time on talking, they quickly shed their blankets and clothes. They fumbled a bit trying to find their way in the dark, but hands quickly found skin, and lips found lips, Furuichi's back found the floor and Miki's hands found everything.

In the darkness, Furuichi allowed himself to imagine that it was Oga above him, moaning into his ear and gripping his hips, just for a moment believing his friend might want him back. Lost in the pleasure of Miki's hands, it never occurred to him that on the other side of town, Oga had fallen asleep looking at Furuichi's picture and wishing for the same thing.

Author's footnote: extended flash backs are hard ,

oh, btw, stalker's identity revealed in the next chapter, if that's something anyone might be interested in.

Toodles, SBB