Turned out that the shirt did fit still and even though Zexion stated that he didn't want to wear it, Xion refused to let him change the shirt for another. The shirt was just a long sleeve and thin cotton grey shirt, so Zexion didn't see why his cousin liked it on him so much. She also found a pair of tight fitting jeans with holes he hadn't worn in a while and made him put them on. Xion decided to stay home instead of going with him to school like the day before. He was almost in the living room before Xion ran out after him and tried to make him change his shoes for his old combat boots. He gave in eventually only because the girl was going to make him late if he argued any further. So changing his grey vans for the boots, Zexion left the house and made his way to school, unaware of why Xion wanted him to wear what she chose.
Only when Marluxia came to their homeroom did he realize what Xion did. "Well don't you look nice," the older teen said as he sat down beside Zexion. "Dressing up for Demyx today?"
"Why do you ask that?" Zexion questioned in return. "My outfit's nothing special."
"I wouldn't say that," Marluxia argued. "After all, you haven't dressed this way for a couple of years so I would think you went through the effort to put this outfit together," he said looking over the other's outfit. "You've even worn this exact outfit before."
"How do you know that?" he asked, wondering how the other would remember an outfit from so long ago.
"Because it used to be my favorite outfit on you," the other answered and reached over, slipping a finger under the hem of a hole on the boy's thigh. Zexion let out a small gasp as his body tensed at the touch. "Remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," Zexion said and used a hand to push Marluxia's away. "Besides, I didn't choose this outfit, Xion did. I don't know why, but I doubt it was because of Demyx."
"Oh yeah? Put your arms over your head real quick then," Marluxia replied. Zexion gave him a questioning look but didn't say anything, instead stretching his arms up. His shirt rode up past the hem of his jeans and studded belt, revealing his hip piercings and almost half his stomach. He quickly put his arms back down, pulling his shirt back in place. "See? Your shirt fits but is just a tad bit short and fitting. Your jeans are also just as fitting and are low on your hips, not to mention they have holes. Demyx will no doubt go crazy over you. Xion's smart to put that outfit together."
Zexion sent a glare at him and turned his attention away only looking back as his ex spoke again. "You're not wearing any bracelets today," Marluxia said slowly as he eyed the other's wrists, bare with the exception of small thin lines crossing. The shirt just barely covered the skin.
"Shit, I guess I forgot," Zexion replied as he looked his wrists over. "Do you think he'll ask about them?" he asked, not looking up.
"Maybe. If he does just don't panic like you did with me," Marluxia told him. "He deserves to know and not have to worry, got it?"
"Yeah," Zexion answered with a sigh before putting his wrists down.
Zexion stood in the hall by the school doors as the other students passed him. He had to meet Demyx by the gates before they went to his house like usual, but for some reason he couldn't get himself to move. No one passing him gave him a second glance as he stood against the wall, scratching at his wrists. He didn't even know if Demyx was already waiting for him or not, or if the blonde was even at school. His mind has been so nervous he couldn't remember seeing Demyx if he was there or not.
Suddenly a hand grasped one of his hands and Zexion jumped before turning to see Marluxia at his side. The older teen held tight on his hand, preventing him from scratching any more. "Please try not to scratch too much," he said. "If you bleed it'll make Demyx notice and you don't want that, right?"
"Right, I know, but it's hard not to," Zexion answered.
Marluxia sighed, dropping the boy's hand. "I know it is, but you'll be okay," he said and before he could say anything else, a voice called down the now empty hall and he turned to see Demyx walking towards them. Turning back to Zexion, Marluxia put a hand on his shoulder saying, "Try not to lose your virginity," before walking away. Zexion watched him leave and turned to look at Demyx as the blonde came to a stop at his side.
"Hey Zexion," Demyx greeted, looking the boy over. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go," Zexion answered, pausing to adjust his backpack strap on his shoulder before following the blonde out the doors. As they walked to his house, Zexion noticed Demyx glancing at him and was starting to wonder if Marluxia was right about the reason Xion put his outfit together.
"You look cute," Demyx said suddenly as they got close to the other's house. Zexion's shoulders tensed both at the suddenness of the comment and the word 'cute.' He always did hate when Marluxia had called him that and when the older teen ended up instead calling him either hot or sexy he still found himself disliking it.
"Thanks," he said in return, not wanting to turn and look at the blonde. He could feel the other's gaze on him as he opened the front door and stepped in. He didn't bother to take his shoes off, instead quickly through the living room and to his bedroom. He expected to see Xion there, but found his room empty. Walking to his bed he dropped his school bag and turned to look at Demyx after he shut the door.
"So which do you want to do today? Piano or guitar?" Demyx asked as he walked to stand beside Zexion. He put his bag on the floor and sat down on the bed's edge, looking up for an answer.
"Neither," Zexion answered. "Not now at least," he said and sat down beside the blonde.
"So do you want to work on homework instead?" Demyx asked and made a move to pick his bag back up, only to be stopped as Zexion grabbed his arm.
"No, not that either," he said and the blonde blinked in response.
"Then what do you want to do?" Demyx questioned slowly.
"The kiss god damn it," Zexion answered sharply, earning a raised brow from the blonde. Sighing he said, "I don't want to avoid it anymore. Do you like me or not? Because I honestly have no clue."
Demyx smiled, but gave no verbal answer. Instead he quickly leaned in and gently put his lips to Zexion's. He pulled away just as quickly, giving the boy no chance to respond. "Does that help answer your question?" he asked, his breath barely touching Zexion's lips.
"You probably shouldn't have done that," Zexion said before closing the small distance and put his arms around the blonde's neck, eagerly kissing him. Demyx's hands went to his waist and easily under the hem of his shirt. The blonde's hands easily found one of Zexion's piercings with one as the other trailed up his side, lifting the shirt with it.
Zexion let out a small please moan as Demyx played with the single piercing and used his tongue to gain access pass his lips. He could tell that the blonde was trying to push him to his back like before, but Zexion decided to do something different. He moved his body closer before easily putting himself in Demyx's lap, his knees on either side of the blonde.
"Is this okay?" he asked softly, breaking their kiss.
"Fine," Demyx answered with a small smile.
Zexion then pushed him down to his back, supporting himself with his forearms above him. "How about this?"
"Hm," the blonde paused to think before quickly switching their positions. "That's better," he said, a playful smirk on his lips. Zexion opened his mouth to argue, but Demyx quickly cut him off with another kiss, his tongue instantly going to the other's piercing and playing with it.
That earned him another small noise of pleasure as Zexion gave in and put his arms back around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Moving away from his lips, Demyx kissed down Zexion's neck until he got down to his collarbone and sucked at the piercing there. In turn, Zexion curled his fingers in the blonde's hair, trying not to let out another sound but failed as Demyx went lower. He hadn't noticed that the other above him had pushed his shirt all the way up his chest, so when Demyx's mouth met one of his nipples he couldn't help let out a small gasp.
Zexion could feel the heat on his face – something he always hated. Blushing made him feel vulnerable, which he almost was, especially now. He tried to steady his breath as Demyx moved to suck his other nipple and put his hands back on his hips, the blonde's fingers playing with both his piercings and waistline of his jeans.
"Dem," he breathed out. "I think we should stop," he said, well aware of his growing hard on that was making his jeans feel tighter.
"Do you want to?" Demyx questioned, coming up to whisper in the boy's ear. "I'll stop if you want me to, but really," he paused, reaching down with one hand to touch the other between his legs, "I get the feeling you don't want me to, do you?"
"Damn you," Zexion muttered under his breath, biting his lip as he tried to resist the pleasure the blonde was giving him. "Do something then," he said deciding to give in.
"Okay," Demyx replied happily, his hands already working to undo the boy's belt. He kissed Zexion again as to busy his mouth while his hands opened the button and zipper of the jeans before pulling them down the boy's thighs. At first Zexion thought that Demyx would just touch him, but he found himself wrong as the blonde went back down his body, his mouth pausing at his hip and the piece of metal there before going further down.
His breath picked up again as Demyx teased him with his mouth just barely near his erection. "Demyx, do something or else," he started but was cut off as the blonde quickly took him in his mouth. "Oh, fuck," he breathed out as Demyx started to suck. He arched his back as Demyx took more of him in before pulling away to tongue the tip. His body started to shake as he tried not to release. "D-Dem," he said, trying to warn the blonde.
At his name, Demyx glanced up to look at Zexion, who in turn quickly looked away as he throw his head back, his back arching again. Demyx quickly took him back in his mouth, just in time to catch most of his release, swallowing as much as he could. Once he was done, Demyx picked himself up and moved to lie beside Zexion who was laying with his eyes closed, his chest moving rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks were still tinted red and his hair tousled, the sight making Demyx smile to himself.
"I take it that's the first time you've received a blowjob?" he questioned, a smirk playing at his lips. Zexion opened his eyes to look over at him, not saying anything as he casted his eyes down. Demyx smiled again and leaned forward to place a kiss on the other's cheek. "You're too cute."
"Please don't call me that," Zexion said softly as he turned to his side to face the blonde, burying his face in his shirt as his hands grasped it. Demyx seemed caught off guard by the action, but quickly regained himself. He grabbed a stray blanket that was in arms reach and put it over himself and Zexion before wrapping his arms around the other.
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