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every little thing (Reo, Mayuzumi)

Reo doesn't make a habit of drinking. Aside from the numerous obvious reasons, booze comes with a ton of hidden calories and Reo is meticulous about his diet; he's allowed treats, yes, but most of his calorie consumption has to be from things that fuel him as an athlete and help maintain his body at its athletic peak.

But it's not every day that Mayuzumi-senpai turns up at Reo's door of his own volition, and he does it even less often with an illicit bottle of wine tucked under his arm (even that, Reo realizes with startled amusement as he all but pulls his senpai into his room, isn't enough to get him noticed), and one must take advantage of opportunities as they arise.

He even brought glasses. They're plastic, unglamorous but sensible, and more than Reo keeps in his spotless dorm room.

Under his other arm was the inevitable light novel, which Reo doesn't give much attention to until the wine is about half gone.

"Were you going to sit outside and read if I wasn't here?" he asks with a little laugh, reaching over to pick the book up for closer inspection. He might not bother normally - he prefers poetry, classic novels, reading with a little bit more depth than the shallowest of kiddie pools - but the cover catches his eye. He wouldn't have thought Mayuzumi the magical girl type.

Reo himself has never been much for any kind of genre entertainment, but how could he possibly miss the appeal of being able to change into a gorgeous outfit with a simple catchphrase? Too bad the rest of it all is so boring.

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Reo smiles at him.

"Sometimes," he says. "There are so many things you would look good in."

He may or may not have missed the point Mayuzumi was getting at. He'll never tell. (Unless he does.)

"... Like what, exactly?"

[He's suspicious of course, but not maliciously so. It'd be stupid to say Reo didn't have a sense of style. Mayuzumi was even half-sure Reo was responsible for some of the things Akashi wore. He hadn't seen that orange hoodie in ages, for instance.]

Sei-chan is not unwilling to have his clothing choices corrected, as long as the new alternatives are easily procured and don't take away from time spent on his many responsibilities. Which, honestly, is better than Reo expected the first time he approached their captain on the issue.

Reo ponders Mayuzumi's question for a moment, then brightens and stands up, only wobbling a little. He puts his glass down . . . somewhere . . . heading for his dresser.

"Like . . ." he says, opening the top drawer to pull something out, "like these!" He tosses something black and neatly folded to Mayuzumi; it comes partly unraveled as it flies through the air, revealing itself to be a pair of sheer black stockings.

"You've got to be kidding."

They're awfully flimsy, he thinks. Soft, too. Definitely not the sort of thing he'd been expecting to discover his teammate had been imagining him in. That it hadn't been a skirt or some sort of more intimate clothing was a relief.

Realizing he'd actually been contemplating what it would be like to wear something like them, Mayuzumi felt his face color and quickly took another drink of his wine.

"I'd probably rip right through these."

Reo is still searching for something in his dresser; when he looks up to take in Mayuzumi's reaction, though, he decides that a garter belt might be pushing it a little too far right now.

(Maybe later.)

Instead, he gets out a pair of simple sock garters, designed to hold the stockings up by wrapping directly around the tops of them instead of being clipped to them.

"They're stronger than they look," he says, matter-of-fact. "I would have to show you how to put them on, though."

This was putting him in a hard position. Should he let Reo feel up his legs in the name of fashion, or be stubborn about it and risk ripping them like he fears? The latter option is tempting, because surely he can manage to be careful enough... But he's also drunk and if he does screw up Reo's stockings, he'll probably have to go buy him another pair. Mayuzumi isn't ready for going out to buy stockings for another guy.

The expressions he's making throughout this thought process probably look like a reaction to the garters in Reo's hand; admittedly, he's not familiar with those, either. His own clothes don't normally include excessive straps.

"... Fine, but only because I'm not buying you new ones if they rip anyway."

He should probably set his glass down if he's going to get up, he realizes. Putting on stockings (why was he doing this again?) means having to take off his pants, and taking off his pants means having to get up—

He abruptly sits back down, this time on the bed, when he realizes the wine may have been stronger than he'd realized.

Huh. Maybe he should have gone for the garter belt after all. He hangs on to the garters, though, turning to beam at Mayuzumi. That was so much easier than he'd expected!

"Careful, senpai," he says cheerfully, watching Mayuzumi discover how drunk he really is. "They're not going anywhere."

Maybe he should be a bit more cautious about handing his stockings over to a drunk amateur, but he's not worried. They are stronger than they look, they are not his only pair, and he is also a bit more affected by the wine than he'd realized. It's just going to his head instead of his legs.

Mayuzumi has at least seen a garter belt before. Not up close and personal, just... Well he's seen one or two and that's all that matters.

"If they did I'd be worried about just how much I'd actually had to drink. Get over here and help me get these pants off."

He's managed to fumble his belt open, but the button on his jeans seems set on eluding him and he was pretty sure his zipper had gotten stuck. If two drunk teenagers couldn't manage this much, then the experience was doomed from the start.

It probably wasn't doomed, though. Reo looked entirely too happy about this to let it fail so soon.

Reo's smile widens for a moment. Help Mayuzumi off with his pants? He doesn't mind if he does!

Before Mayuzumi can realize what he's asked, Reo hastens across the room to kneel down between his legs, putting the garters aside so he can work on the troublesome fastenings.

Luckily for Reo, he's too busy looking down at his own hands to catch that expression. It probably doesn't help the way any of this looks when he readily lets the other boy take over, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs to grant Reo all the room he needs.

No, he doesn't clue in to just how bad an idea this might be until he's looking down at Reo like this, his thoughts immediately dipping into a direction that has his face flushing warmly. Thinking that he had to distract himself before his body caught up with what was going on and reacted, Mayuzumi grabs the garters with one hand to hold them up for inspection.

"You didn't say anything about... this."

Reo is certainly not unaware of all the implications of his position, knelt down between Mayuzumi's legs. He is, however, focused on the task at hand, having a little more trouble with the button than is really necessary before moving on to the zipper.

When Mayuzumi speaks, Reo looks up, his hands going still on Mayuzumi's fly.

Oh.

"Those are to hold the stockings up," he explains. "They don't stay up by themselves very well."

"Oh."

Reo's hands were warm. He could probably feel it when Mayuzumi's body betrayed him, and Mayuzumi had to resist the strong urge to simply flop back on the bed and drag one of the pillows over his face to smother himself. It didn't even have anything to do with the dumb garters, or the stocks. It had everything to do with his imagination and how vividly he can picture Reo doing something a lot more interesting than fussing with a damn zipper.

A few somethings.

Catching himself staring at Reo's mouth, Mayuzumi cleared his throat abruptly and looked away—right at a mirror. That was not helping him any.

"How's that zipper coming?"

Between the wine and the temporary focus on the garters, it takes an extra second for the new development to register for Reo.

It does not take any extra time for his own body to react in kind, though he at least is fortunate that his own position is a bit more concealing.

He hadn't expected that, somehow - not that he'd be able to explain why, now or possibly ever - and his face heats up as he turns his gaze back to Mayuzumi's zipper.

Which - may not have been the best -

"It's, ah. It's a bit stuck, I think, this might take a minute."

How do zippers work again?

"Well yeah, I knew that much."

Mayuzumi resists the urge to snort. Had Reo forgotten why he needed the help in the first place? A closer look at his zipper would show the problem; there's a thread from his pants caught in it, jamming it from going more than an inch before it got stuck.

He's still looking away, trying very hard not to think about just how close Reo's hands are—just a couple layers of cloth—and being stupidly grateful for underwear being a thing. Not that he regularly goes without, but at least Reo wouldn't be unzipping his pants only to have much more of an eyeful than he's probably about to get.

Fuck, maybe he should try this again for himself. He's only half-hard, but even that's enough to make this embarrassing.

Reo licks his suddenly dry lips unthinkingly, willing himself to concentrate on the zipper again.

It isn't that he doesn't want to - he does, he really does and he has for some time - it's that the stockings really weren't an excuse for anything more intimate and the implications of the whole thing seemed like a game right up until they didn't. And he's not really - sure that -

Stockings. Focus on the stockings. He is very sure that he wants to see Mayuzumi in them and prove that it will look good, so. That.

He blinks and moves his hands so he can see the zipper more clearly.

"Oh," he says, "I see. It is stuck."

He can handle that.

. . . not as smoothly or as delicately as he could sober, and there is a certain amount of extra (unintentional) touching, but he can handle that.

He has no idea if the extra touches are purely accidentally or if Reo actually wants to get him worked up, but either way they're not helping him to keep his body in check. Mayuzumi had looked back just in time to catch Reo licking at his lips, and his imagination, which he'd thought he'd gotten control of, kicked into high gear.

It's tempting to say something along the lines of, if you're going to play with it... but he bites back the comment because he doesn't want Reo to actually stop. Even if the other boy is probably able to feel him get harder under his touch.

Mayuzumi simply watches Reo instead, his gaze traveling up from those long fingers (though it does linger there long enough for him to lick his own lips) to Reo's face, not hiding the fact that he's observing his reactions.

He wants to slide his hand into Reo's hair, to find out if it's as soft as it looks, to—he inhales sharply when he thinks of guiding Reo with a grip in his hair, a mental image that makes his thoughts scatter—to pulling him up for a kiss he suddenly wants, a lot.

That they're doing this for a reason almost escapes him. It had seemed like a joke before, but now Mayuzumi is quickly deciding it might all be worth it if this is the sort of reaction he gets. Even if he does end up looking ridiculous. It's clear Reo probably wouldn't think so.

The logical (and kinder) response would be to stop for a moment, to give Mayuzumi a chance to collect himself; a lesser but also viable option would be to at least slow down and take it more carefully.

What Reo does instead is to try and speed up, with the idea that the sensible thing to do is clearly to just finish the operation as quickly as possible. It's the wine, probably, or maybe his own body's steadily more insistent reactions to Mayuzumi's situation, fogging his thinking; he really is trying to handle it all the best way he can, but he just can't seem to think it through.

"There," he says finally, triumphant, pulling the zipper open, and - well.

He looks up at Mayuzumi, uncertain as to what he should do next. His own predicament is still concealed by his position, but the flush that has risen in his cheeks is far deeper than the minor exercise of struggling with the zipper would warrant.

"Then, next..."

Would be actually getting his pants off. Standing with Reo where he is would be more than awkward, and Mayuzumi isn't sure he wants to trust his balance after what happened earlier anyway. Instead, he simply lifts his hips, giving Reo an expectant look.

The other looks good like this, he thinks. Mayuzumi is almost certain hardly any of that flush is due to the wine. How much deeper might it get, he wondered, when Reo tugged his pants down his legs and saw that all his fumbling had gotten Mayuzumi so hard it was impossible not to notice the thick line of his cock angling toward his hip, nearly peeking past the waistband of his briefs?

It was downright indecent. It also isn't stopping him from seeing just how far Reo will go before he says anything.

The answer to Mayuzumi's question is that Reo's flush deepens considerably, spreading over more of his face and down to his throat. He pauses in removing Mayuzumi's pants, his own erection giving an urgent throb as he doesn't even remember to try not to stare.

Reo knows what he would do next if he were imagining this, can practically feel the way the material of Mayuzumi's briefs would dampen under his lips and tongue as he traced his way up, hooking his fingers into the waistband . . .

But this isn't happening in his imagination. It's real. It's very real, and the real world works differently, and his head is spinning a little now and he can't think of what he actually ought to do if he wanted to take that route. Ask permission, probably, but he can't seem to remember how words work, and anyway what if the answer were no? It would kill this whole thing dead and Reo doesn't want that at all, and besides, and besides they haven't even so much as kissed yet and Reo does have standards.

So he swallows hard and keeps going, shuffling backwards with an uncharacteristic lack of grace to make room for removing Mayuzumi's pants altogether.

Edited 2015-04-17 18:37 (UTC)

Mayuzumi hadn't missed the fact that for a good long minute there, Reo had looked downright hungry. It's clear he's also more than a little flustered, and Mayuzumi decides to play nice and not point it out. Instead, he sits up properly once more and makes a point of tugging the waistband of his briefs a little higher, before he really does expose himself. He's thick enough that there's no point in even trying to hide it, nor does he actually want to when Reo's reactions are so interesting.

Picking up one of the stockings, he stretches it a bit to occupy himself and give Reo a few, no doubt precious, moments to gather his wits. It also gives Mayuzumi a chance to collect himself as well, debating whether he wants to take the time to gather the stocking like an exceptionally long sock himself, or convince Reo to put it on for him.

The thought of what it'd feel like to have Reo's hands sliding up his bare legs is what decides it; looking up to meet Reo's eyes, Mayuzumi wets his lips before offering the stocking back to him. As much as he'd enjoy just reaching out to pull the other boy in for the kiss he's been craving, it would be better to simply put the ball in Reo's court, so to speak.

"Care to help me get this on? Like I said, I might rip it on my own..."

Those few moments to collect himself are indeed precious; just as helpful, though, is Mayuzumi's calmness. It's clear now even through the haze of wine and arousal interfering with Reo's thought process that the older boy is not at all unhappy or uncomfortable with the situation he's found himself in, which goes a long way toward settling Reo's nerves.

And so it's with a measure of his usual confidence that he accepts the stocking Mayuzumi hands him, and even smiles.

"Of course," he says. His voice is huskier than usual, though still carrying his customary feminine intonations. "That would be most unfortunate."

He scrunches the stocking down expertly as he speaks, then slides it up over Mayuzumi's foot.

From there, he takes his time with the rest of the process, his fingers skimming over Mayuzumi's skin, taking extra care to get the stocking on as straight and neat as can be. It rises up to mid-thigh; Reo carefully adjusts it before reaching for one of the garters, unfastening it to wind it around the top of the stocking. He's glad now that he went with these instead of the garter belt. It's a bit of a loss aesthetically, but much less disruptive of the moment.

When he looks up at Mayuzumi again, he looks much more relaxed and back to being at home in his own skin.

Mayuzumi, on the other hand, looks a good deal less composed than he had been before he'd experienced the feeling of Reo's hands working their way up his leg. It had been disappointing when those hands didn't go any higher than mid-thigh. If nothing comes of this night, it'll still be enough to power an erotic fantasy or two. If he hadn't already been hard, he would have been by the time Reo looked up at him again.

As amusing as it was to see him flustered, he had to admit, Reo looked good when he was sure of himself. He licks his lips again, eyes dropping down to the other boy's lips for a solid few seconds before meeting his eyes again. The other stocking is offered wordlessly, because if he says something now it'll probably come off as flippant or worse, ridiculous.

The thigh garter itself is going to take some getting used to. That he's even thinking about that, and whether he'd rather try the alternative just makes it more obvious to himself how drunk he is. Especially the part where he's pretty sure he doesn't care anymore.

The way Mayuzumi looks at his mouth calms the last of Reo's nerves; an erection doesn't have to mean much of anything, especially not for boys their age, but a look like that is impossible to misinterpret. He gives Mayuzumi a slow smile as he takes and readies the second stocking.

He takes even longer with this one, deliberately caressing Mayuzumi's leg as he goes, lingering in particular over the sensitive skin of the inner thigh and adjusting the garter just so.

Job finished, he sits back on his heels, not troubling to hide the way his pants have gotten decidedly tight.

"I was right," he murmurs, casting an admiring look over Mayuzumi's stockinged legs. "They do suit you."

He's not just saying that, either. The stockings fit Mayuzumi well - possibly better than they fit Reo, on whom they've always been a touch short - clinging in just the right ways to show off the shape of his legs, the toned and well-formed muscles.

Edited 2015-04-20 19:02 (UTC)

"Guess I'll just have to take your word for it. I feel a little silly."

A little silly, and very horny. If Reo had noticed the way Mayuzumi's cock twitched when he was stroking up his thigh, the other boy hadn't mentioned it.

He doesn't look ladylike at all—his legs are still spread wide, and he's leaning back on one hand for support, shirt still hiked up because at this point attempting to hide his reaction would be pointless. His other hand runs through his hair restlessly, and he starts looking for where he'd set down his cup. He needs more wine if he's actually sitting here wondering whether he really does look halfway decent like this.

"You don't look silly at all."

Reo stands up, slow and a little wobbly, but too focused on Mayuzumi to worry much about that. He's still smiling.

"You look delicious."

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