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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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"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."

His eyes widen a little at Reo's words. He'd suspected the other boy was interested, but delicious? No one had ever called him that one before. Frankly, he's not sure if he heard that right.

Grabbing up his phone, he brings up the camera in it and thrusts it toward Reo.

"Here. Show me, because I find that a little hard to believe."

It isn't just that he's having a hard time accepting that as a compliment, but now he really wants to know what it is Reo sees when he looks at him.

Reo's smile turns brighter and delighted as he takes the phone from Mayuzumi.

His first actions are:

1) Take a picture of Mayuzumi as he is, before he can try to pose;
2) Text the picture to himself.

What? He promises he won't share it. It's for him and only for him.

That important piece of business taken care of (and any protests ignored), he purses his lips in thought, tapping the phone on his chin. He likes Mayuzumi in this position, but he doesn't think the subject himself will be convinced.

"Oh! I know. Pull your shirt back down, and kneel up." He gestures upward with his free hand to indicate what he means.

There were definitely a lot of protests, but none of them completely serious. He'd actually been debating whether to do... well, what Reo just did, as a surprise later on. If tonight worked out the way it seemed like it would.

Mayuzumi hadn't actually thought of posing, and his brow furrows at having to get up to do some now.

"You better catch me if I fall over." He muttered, doing as he's told. Really, the other boy probably wanted to see him trying to crawl around on the bed, ass in the air and completely ungraceful as he settles on his knees. Mayuzumi makes a point of looking up to meet Reo's eyes before hiking up his underwear, mindful that he was scant moments away from exposing himself.

Really, he should be given some congratulations on managing that and only looking a little wobbly. He feels a little lightheaded and sways a bit where he kneels, until he thinks to spread his knees a little wider for better balance. Dutifully tugging his shirt back down, he arches a brow and wonders if Reo's going for a shot where it looks questionable if there's anything on other than the shirt.

Well. Mayuzumi with his ass in the air is a welcome bonus. Reo's not going to pretend otherwise.

He does, however, forget about it entirely once Mayuzumi has settled into place.

"Perfect," he breathes, raising the phone again hastily to snap off several shots in a row.

That accomplished, he flips through them to pick his favorite, then sits down - or, sort of flings himself down - on the bed next to Mayuzumi to hand him the phone.

"That," he says. It is perfect, to his mind, everything from Mayuzumi's skeptical expression (anything else would look inauthentic, Reo thinks, not like him) to the rise of the stockings and the snugness of the garters on his thighs to the gap of smooth skin exposed between where the stockings stop and the shirt begins.

Perfect.

There's a warm flush hitting Mayuzumi's cheeks and making its way down his neck, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol. It only gets deeper when he flicks through to find the first picture Reo took, and he can't help but go back and forth between the two for comparison.

"Damn..." Maybe Reo just took good photos while he was drunk. Mayuzumi glanced over at him, at the smug expression on his face, then back down to his phone. A few seconds later, the other boy's phone went off from the copy he'd sent.

He had yet to actually sit back down. Like this, he was taller than Reo and it was a pretty nice feeling. Instead of sitting, he shifted to face the other boy, feeling more confident in how he looked like this. He still wanted more than a couple photos, though. Letting his phone drop to the bed, he braced a hand on Reo's shoulder so he wouldn't fall over when he leaned in closer, a smirk twitching at his lips.

Mayuzumi still wanted that kiss, but he'd leave it up to Reo whether he wanted to close the distance or give Mayuzumi the little push it'd take to topple him over.

"Not bad. What else did you have in mind?"

Reo is indeed smug as can be over Mayuzumi's reaction to his photos, though he prefers to think of it as triumphant, thank you very much. That fascinated flush is better than he'd hoped for; he'd half expected Mayuzumi to look disdainful just on principle.

He's so pleased to have been wrong, and even more pleased to hear his text tone chime.

And when Mayuzumi leans in, Reo is more than ready.

"This," he says, reaching with both hands to grab Mayuzumi's shirt and pull him forward to kiss. It doesn't work out quite like he'd planned - neither of them has enough of a sense of balance remaining to stay upright - but it does end with Reo on his back and Mayuzumi on top of him, which is good too. Which is very good. Reo smiles up at him like this is exactly what he'd meant to do, then tugs him down for that kiss.

Mayuzumi doesn't bother starting off slow. He's been craving this for too long now tonight, and even if it's a little sloppy his kiss is definitely hungry. It's nice having Reo beneath him, his mouth too occupied to say something about Mayuzumi's methods. The heat in the kiss is completely different from the cold, stinging comments that could come out of either of them while they're on the court and surrounded by teammates.

He does eventually slow down, but only because he's too drunk to remember how to breathe properly through a kiss. At some point he'd grabbed Reo's wrist to pin it to the bed. Deciding not to let go when he starts kissing his way along the other boy's jaw toward his ear, Mayuzumi wonders how much of this they'll remember come morning.

"...I know you're as hard as I am. Gonna let me do something about it?"

This isn't really a date, after all. They're both horny and drunk and Mayuzumi thinks he might even keep the thigh highs on the whole time. Reo had managed to make him feel sexy, and he was going to milk it for all he was worth—along with something else if he were given the chance.

This is exactly perfect, sloppiness and all. Reo might normally prefer something a bit tidier, but this is just how this needs to be. He moans into the kiss when Mayuzumi pins his wrist down, his free hand clutching even more tightly at the older boy's shirt. He arches his hips when Mayuzumi speaks, letting him feel just how right he is.

"Yes," he says, "please."

He's so glad Mayuzumi came over with that book, so glad the conversation went where it did, more than glad that they want the same thing. It's been worth waiting for the right moment to make a move, though right now he couldn't say which of them ended up actually making that move, and he doesn't care much either.

This is going to be a very good night.

When Mayuzumi wakes the next morning it isn't because he wants to. He's comfortable and it's quiet, which is great because he has a headache. He wouldn't exactly call it hungover, though admittedly it's pretty close. There's an uncomfortable draft that makes him grope blindly for the blanket; once he has it, he wastes no time in rolling over to wrap it around himself and settle back into a doze.

He doesn't realize the picture he makes: hair tousled in a way only having someone's hands in it can manage, black thigh highs still miraculously where Reo had fastened them and bare ass to the world where the stolen blanket didn't cover.

Reo was comfortable and drowsily content, despite the nausea making itself known and the headache pressing at his temples.

Now he is awake and cold. And naked. He turns over indignantly to find out why this is, and possibly be quite loud in his objections, but.

Well. What meets his eyes is even more distracting than the rush of memories it triggers. He contemplates the view for a moment, thinking about the pictures he took last night and evaluating how much less likely a sober Mayuzumi is to be pleased about such a thing than the drunk one was, then decides to take the risk and reaches for his phone.

The distinct click of a simulated shutter sounds a few seconds later.

Mayuzumi's eye cracks open at the sound, but it still takes him a moment to recall why he's not in his own bedroom. Glancing in Reo's direction, his expression settles into the familiar territory of irritated, dead-eyed staring.

"You did not just do that."

Not even Reo's own exposure is enough to distract him from being grumpy when he realizes he has no idea how many photos of him like this were taken last night. Okay, maybe it is a little distracting. He definitely still has the taste of something that isn't wine in his mouth, and he lets his eyes trail down toward Reo's lap with a glimmer of interest.

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