After the Dresses Are Gone

Chapter 6

Tooru and Yuujirou completely missed dinner on Wednesday night. The next day, once more they seemed to be back to the “nothing happened” behavior that had followed their first sexual play last Saturday. But after their classes ended, Yuujirou whispered to Tooru that the Princess was interested in playing before dinner. He wasn’t exactly sure how Tooru would respond, but he was pleasantly surprised by his roommate’s teasing response, “That slut will have to wait until bedtime because we can’t miss anymore meals or homework. A little waiting should teach her her place. You can’t let that spoiled princess run your life, Yuujirou! She needs to learn to keep her head down until she’s called on. Didn’t she show up at math class and bother you?”

“Oh, yes, she was a real pain in math class. Do you think she’s a pain in the ass, Tooru?” asked Yuujirou trying to get Tooru to blush.

Tooru’s eyes widened just a bit before narrowing. “She doesn’t bother me, but I was worried for you, dear Yuu-chan, how embarrassing having the little slut poking her head into all your business. Maybe she needs a little punishment?”

“Toochan! Are you offering?” asked Yuujirou, a little too breathlessly as “Princess Slut” had definitely woken up and was paying stiff attention to the conversation.

“Offering what?” asked Mikoto curiously joining them.

“I’ll help you with those problems from math class tonight before we go to bed, Yuujirou. Hi Mikoto! Did you get to talk to Megumi-chan last night?”

“No,” said Mikoto, looking depressed. “I tried three times, and she wasn’t home. And she hasn’t really spoken to me more than five minutes since the school festival. I think, ah, I, well, ah—“ Mikoto was blushing and tangling his words, making them all curious.

“Did something happen at the festival, Mikoto?” asked Tooru.

At that Mikoto blushed even more, turning pinker than his hair or eyes. “Not here,” he managed to say as Akira joined them. The boys went to dinner together, and despite their teasing, no one could get Mikoto to tell them what he thought might be reason Megumi had been avoiding talking to him since the festival. But when they all were sitting around in Akira’s room afterwards, he finally told them what he was worried about.

“When I kissed her in that empty classroom, I sort of, well, my hand was really close, just a bit, near, ah, well, I—“

“You touched her boob!” said Yuujirou.

Bright red, Mikoto nodded.

“What did she do when you did that? Did she slap you or say anything?” asked Tooru.

“She acted like she didn’t notice. She didn’t say anything,” said Mikoto.

“Could you have been mistaken about where your hand went?” asked Akira.

Mikoto shook his head no.

“Ah, so you gave it a good feel, eh? Was her nipple hard?” asked Yuujirou.

“Yuujirou!” cried out just about everyone else. But when Yuujirou defended himself from accusations of being a hentai or pervert by pointing out that Mikoto was the one feeling up his girlfriend, Tooru asked, “Was it hard, though?”

Mikoto’s head bobbed yes, and the room was silent for a moment. None of the other boys in the room had ever touched a woman’s breast besides their mothers’ as infants. Yuujirou was the only one beside Mikoto to ever kiss a girl, and when it had happened this summer, for him, it had simply confirmed in his mind he was gay. He’d gotten more pleasure kissing the two guys he had in middle school than kissing that girl.

“She didn’t hit you, Mikoto,” said Akira, “so I think she doesn’t mind. She cares a lot for you. But most girls don’t want to be thought of as easy or slutty, so she is likely very worried or embarrassed.”

“Should I apologize?” asked Mikoto.

“Well if you apologize, that sort of implies that you did something wrong that she should have protested. It might imply you didn’t like it,” said Tooru.

“No, you just always apologize,” insisted Yuujirou. “Girls like that.”

“Do they? If she doesn’t want to talk about it, I don’t think Mikoto should bring it up,” insisted Tooru.

“Is there anything else that could be the problem?” asked Akira, suggesting tactfully, “Maybe she is sick or very busy with school or something.”

“I don’t think so,” said Mikoto, his depression clear.

“Well, why don’t you keep calling and tell her you are worried because you haven’t been talking together like normal. You could simply ask if there is something bothering her,” suggested Akira.

“Oh! So I shouldn’t bring it up or apologize?”

There was a bit of heated discussion after that, but soon the others left Akira’s room with Mikoto off to the phone, planning to take Akira’s advice. Yuujirou and Tooru headed back to their room to study.

“So if you feel someone up and they don’t slap you, that means they like it?” asked Yuujirou when they were in their dorm room.

“It might mean they like you, not it,” said Tooru.

Yuujirou leaned over and put his hand right on Tooru’s crotch, rubbing hard. “So does the fact that you haven’t slapped me mean that you like your cock getting rubbed or you like me?” he asked, his golden eyes under those long lashes looking mischievous.

Tooru’s cock stiffened and grew under the blonde’s massaging, but he just leaned over with his own teasing smile and lightly slapped Yuujirou’s face. “There’s your answer, Blondie.”

“That slap lied! Your cock likes this! It wouldn’t be getting so hard if you didn’t like me rubbing and touching you!”

“I like when you suck it better,” said Tooru, and then sort of stiffened as if surprised by what he had said.

“Then you better start slapping harder, Tooru,” said Yuujirou sliding off his bed and dropping to his knees in front of Tooru’s chair. His hands tugged down Tooru’s zipper and tried to maneuver out Tooru’s erection from his boxers. After a little struggle, Tooru’s cock was exposed for a second before the blonde lowered his head and took it into his mouth.

Frustration and desire exploded in Tooru at the same time. A little later when the incredible shock of sitting in a bright room in his clothes with his roommate kneeling at his feet doing his best to inhale his cock had become manageable, fear added itself to the volatile mix of emotions whirling in the blue-haired boy’s head. Because this, this was being gay, no question about it. And it was clearly addictive and distracting and dangerous—they could get thrown out of the school if they were caught, and even worse, they would have let down the whole school. The Princess system was supposed to keep the boys’ sex lives in the realm of harmless fantasy—discovering that two of last year’s princesses were into gay sex—well, that would lead to all sorts of problems. And the board of directors, all of the friends they’d made, the teachers, everyone—they couldn’t let them down. But god, how do you tell someone to stop making you feel the most amazing pleasure of your life--someone in love with you, someone whose feelings you didn’t want to hurt?

And then anger was there, and Tooru let it wipe away his fears and frustrations. It was just easier to be angry. It meant he could put his hands in that long and silky hair of Yuujirou’s and jerk his head down. He could buck up his hips, forcing his cock deep into the mouth of the bastard that was ruining everything. He deserved it rough, he deserved those slaps he taunted Tooru with—oh, yes, right on that ass that in the air just feet away. Tooru leaned over, trapping Yuujirou’s head, bending over his back, and brought his hand down hard on the closest buttcheck. “Slut! Bad little princesses!”

Yuujirou’s body jerked, and he tried to speak with a mouth full of Tooru—oh, dear god! Vibrating vocal cords felt amazing! “Yuujirou, do that again!” he grasped, sitting up abruptly.

Confused the blonde tried to raise his head, and Tooru ruthlessly forced it down, saying, “Make that noise, make your throat vibrate like that, do it, do it, god!”

And Yuujirou did.

Then he gagged as Tooru’s cum choked him. To Tooru’s horror, the blonde not only pulled away as if disgusted, he frantically went for the trashcan and promptly vomited into it. Well, to say that things felt awkward at that moment was a pretty massive understatement. Yuujirou got up and went to the door, hiding his face from Tooru, who scrambled to put his penis back in his pants before the door to their room was opened. And then the blonde was gone without a word.

Dammit, dammit, dammit! This was the very reason Tooru hadn’t wanted them to bring sex into their friendship! Now Yuujirou was hurt and mad, and dammit, it was all his fault! Tooru tried to hold on his rage, but the guilt wasn’t letting him. God, how awful he’d been to Yuujirou! What if his vocal cords were hurt? How the hell would they ever explain that one?! Tooru put his head down on his desk thinking suddenly that Mikoto was lucky—he’d fucked up with a girlfriend, but he could get support from his friends. But the two of them—there was no way they could explain the problem to Mikoto or Akira! Would this mean the end of those friendships, too? Was everything over because he couldn’t keep his cock in his pants? Tooru shoulders began to shake and tears came out of his eyes even as he tried to tell himself that he wasn’t crying, wasn’t going to cry, wasn’t going to lose it, wasn’t—

“Tooru! Oh, Tooru!” And then he was being hugged tight by Yuujirou, his voice rough and husky saying, “I love you, Tooru, I love you! I’m new to blowjobs, baby, and I couldn’t swallow your load. But I’ll learn. Please, please, don’t cry.”

And then he was half crying, half laughing—swallowing a load! Baby! The things Yuujirou said—maybe he needed his vocal cords damaged! Pushing his friend away, Tooru reached for tissues and blew his nose a few times. And then, just like it was any other night, they started doing their homework. Somehow it was easier to actually do the things they did than talk about them. It didn’t make sense, but it just was the way it was. When Mikoto stopped by a half an hour later to report on how the phone call with his girlfriend Megumi had gone, he found the two of them working earnestly on their math problems just as he had expected. Unfortunately for Yuujirou, the math problems really were just that, problems involving mathematics. Princess Slut had every intention of getting some attention before bedtime, but for now, she was content to bide her time.