Authors Note: This may just be the most awkward thing I have ever written, and we all have read Honey's story...so good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor! Thanks for all the feedback guys and sorry about the giant block-text of one previous chapter, it took me a while to figure out the new format but I will get around to fixing that one of these days! Hope you enjoy! Any suggestions/comments are totally appreciated! (: xoxox - Sarah

Kyoya laid still, hoping these sudden feelings would all go away soon. It had been so long since he felt like such a teenager. And now the blankets peaked like a tent between his legs while he worked furiously in his mind, willing it to go away. What would he do if someone else walked in? What could he do.

He threw his blankets to the side, kicking his long legs against the bed frame. This wasn't like him at all.

For a moment he just stared at it, wondering if he should touch it or try something else. What did normal guys do at times like these? He sighed and gave up, heading for the bathroom to see if some cold water would wash this dream away.

The water ran over him, erasing the stickiness of sweat from his skin. He shivered, not from the water but simply from his own imagination taking over once again.

It was torturing him, bringing up even more deadly thoughts and emotions. Bringing him up. Tamaki's face swirled around the drain, mocking him. And before he knew what he was really doing, his hands were all over, moving and feeling. Feeling parts of himself he'd never really discovered before.

It was only his face that stayed though, despite Kyoya's every attempt to think of something else. That one stupid grin over and over again. It was putting him over the edge, pulling him into the deep end.

"Kyoya?" He forgot to lock the door, or even close it. Maybe Tamaki would stay where he was. He could hear the shower running right? Was that enough to keep him away at least for this crucial moment?

"I'm uh...ahh...in the shower." A true pang hit him, causing him to moan involuntarily. The sound of his bed springs creaking under Tamaki sitting released the last few strings in him.

He wanted to scream or cry or do something other than enjoy this. What was happening to him? He didn't even recognize his reflection in the squeaky-clean tiles. For a moment he leaned his forehead against the chill of the room and allowed himself to breathe for the first time that morning.

Kyoya didn't even bother drying off or taking new clothes into the bathroom with him before. He simply wrapped a towel around his waist and went out to meet the blonde on his bed.

"Hey." Tamaki's eyes dropped down to the towel, taking in Kyoya's state. His hair stuck up in different places and his cheeks were bright red, flushed, like he was running. Tamaki could hardly recall a moment when he ever looked quite like this.

Kyoya plopped down beside him, not caring about appearances or money or anything. His bed was a mess and he now noticed his forgotten glasses laying in a pile of clothes on the floor. Tamaki simply folded his arms around his legs while Kyoya held his own elbows in place.

"I just wanted to...discuss something." Tamaki sounded unsure and let himself rock slowly.

"Something like...?"

"I over heard the twins talking about their...ya know...first time? And I was just wondering, since we're friends, what yours was like." He blushed into his knees but kept going anyway.

"Oh umm..."

"I mean it doesn't really matter. I was just curious."

"I really should get dressed." Kyoya pulled himself from the bed and rifled through drawers and closets, finding various pieces of clothing. He searched for his tie but gave up when it didn't show up. This day was already starting off weird enough, he wasn't going to try any harder than he had to. But when he turned around, Tamaki was holding it up, waiting to wrap it around his neck.

He moved closer and smiled, letting it fall on the bareness of Kyoya's skin. Kyoya shivered and felt goosebumps rise on his arms and the nape of his neck.

"Hey! You'll catch a cold standing here like this!"

Tamaki led him back into the bathroom and set down the clothes within his reach. Before he could even think or leave, Kyoya undid the knot on the towel, letting it drop to the floor.

Tamaki's mouth fell open in shock. Sure they had dressed together before but not this close. This was beyond everything he had known about Kyoya. Was he really still this asleep that he forgot Tamaki was in the room?

"So would you like to tell more secrets then?"

"Huh? O-oh...yeah." Tamaki couldn't help but stutter. He was sure his face was as bright as the twins hair by this point.

"You go first."

"Oh um well...I never thought I'd see you this naked." He laughed awkwardly. But this point Kyoya had moved into a pair of pants but his shirt was still thrown aside.

"I had a dream about you last night. It was quite funny actually..."

"You didn't moisturize."

"Huh?" Tamaki wasn't trying to stall. In fact he wanted to know about this dream more than anything. But knowing his previous experience with Kyoya-senpai he knew sometimes it could be hard to get him to say the right things.

"You have such nice skin you have to keep it smooth. Here let me do it."

He squeezed some fresh smelling cream onto his hands and started at Kyoya's shoulders, working his way down his chest. Kyoya's skin was already so flawless this hardly needed to happen, but for some reason he felt the need to let his hands feel it instead of his eyes only.
He studied his back muscles as he worked in the lotion.

"You're so tense Kyoya, you need to stop working so hard." Tamaki began to kneed his shoulder blades with his hands, pulling out all the kinks. Massages were simply and affective, a skill Tamaki had always excelled at it.

"Work needs to be done whether you're tired or not." Kyoya relaxed a bit, falling into Tamaki's hands nicely. He took his chance at the answers and hoped the massage was working.

"So what was funny? About the dream." Tamaki moved his arms around Kyoya's sides, almost wrapping him in a backwards hug. He had to stop his hands from trembling when they touched Kyoya's abs again.

"Well it was completely unbelievable in one sense but yet...it's like I can see it happening. I almost thought it was real when I was woken up." His finger slid against the ridge of his hip bone under the band of his pants and back out again as if nothing happened. Neither one of them mentioned what needed and didn't need to be massaged.

"Which part was real?" Tamaki capped the bottle again and handed Kyoya his shirt. It hung off his shoulders, being forgotten before it had the chance to be buttoned.

"It's kind of hard to explain..."

Kyoya picked up his socks and began to describe the dream to Tamaki. His eyes widened as the details got worse. Kyoya just laughed, half loopy from sleep, half still in the dream himself. Tamaki was sure he was going insane.

"You think I would do WHAT!?" Tamaki's face was glowing not only from the story but Kyoya's last thoughts as well. This dream was almost as embarrassing as some of the things the twins had said to him. He was sure Kyoya truly believed he was still dreaming. That could be the only explanation.

He eyed Kyoya buttoning up his shirt and took it into his own hands to adjust his tie and collar. Was Kyoya really dreaming, or did he actually mean what he was saying? Tamaki sighed and looked up from what he was doing.

"So did you have a good shower?"