After the Dresses Are Gone

After the Dresses Are Gone by Hestia

Chapter 7

Mikoto wrinkled his nose and frowned. “Something really smells in here,” he said, leaning forward from his place on Yuujirou’s bed, looking at his friends on their desk chairs. “It sort smells like—“

“It’s puke!”

“I puked!”

Mikoto leaned back at the vehemence of his friend’s response. Yuujirou leaped up, grabbing the trashcan, saying, “I’m sorry! I should have emptied it after I threw up, but I was busy trying to get to the bathroom. I’ll be back!”

“What happened, Tooru? Will he be ok?”

Tooru’s gentle, kind face contorted, and he said in a surprisingly harsh voice, “It’s his fault! He needs to control his appetite!”

“Uh, but, uh, well, he’s not fat or anything,” said Mikoto. “I think you’re being unreasonable, Tooru. It could be some of the fish was off. I know I was feeling really sick to my stomach earlier tonight! Just before I called Megumi, I thought I might puke too! I wonder if it was those salmon rolls? Did you think they tasted a little off?”

“I don’t know, Mikoto, I’m sorry. I’m not feeling so good myself,” confessed Tooru.

“Did you eat the salmon rolls, too? Do you want some antacid tablets? I have some in my room, Tooru. Do you think Yuujirou wants some?”

“I don’t know what Yuujirou wants!” said Tooru, then sighed and apologized as Mikoto’s face showed he was acting like a jerk again. “I’m sorry, Mikoto, really. It’s just, well, everything is so different this semester! I, I, oh, forget it. I’m sorry. Tell me more about what Megumi said.”

Mikoto looked over at his friend whose blue head had dropped down. He looked so sad and lost—and cute! If the fans of Princess Tooru could see him now, they would—oh, that was it! Poor Tooru had really liked being a Princess! And now, he wasn’t getting the attention any more and missed it. Mikoto never wanted to see another dress again in his life, but if Tooru liked it, well, he’d accept that.

“Hey, Tooru, you’re still cuter than this year’s Princesses! You should wear a dress to the upcoming costume party to celebrate the opening of the new computer labs.” Tooru’s mouth fell open in shock, and to Mikoto’s delight, he blushed. Normally he was the one Tooru was making blush. Yuujirou came back in the room with the trashcan, and Mikoto said with a giggle, “Look how I made Princess Tooru blush! She’s going to wear a pretty dress to the costume party for the new computer labs and make all her fans swoon with how beautiful she’s gotten since they last saw her.”

“I will not! I’m too big and hairy now to be a Princess; I’d look like a freak!”

“That’s not true!” said Mikoto, surprised again.

“Ah, Toochan, worried about your looks?”

Tooru got redder, glaring at Mikoto and Yuujirou who were both amused to see their friend so flustered.

“He’s right, Toochan,” said Yuujirou in an intimate tone that was making Tooru even more confused and embarrassed. “You were a cute little Princess last year, but now, in a dress you’d be a goddess, beautiful not cute, stunning not sweet.”

Tooru’s long lashes blinked, and he looked from Mikoto and Yuujirou, looking absolutely sweet and cute.

“I don’t know, Yuujirou,” said Mikoto, “but you know I’m not gay--I mean after what I told you early about touching Megumi, you really know that--but Tooru is still cute. I mean if he was a girl, I’d probably ask him out!”

“You mean you’d try to feel him up, right?” said Yuujirou.

“No! What? Where do you come up with these things, Yuujirou? I’m not like that!” protested Mikoto turning pink.

Tooru laughed and said, “Oh, so you want to date me, Mikoto? You want to see me in a dress and touch my nipples? That sounds kind of gay to me. What do you think, Yuujirou?”

“Oh, yea, I think Mikoto’s in denial. I think he wants you, Toochan. But not as much as I want you!” And then Yuujirou was bending down and had his arms around Tooru. He leaned in and kissed Tooru’s temple, making the blue-haired boy freeze. “My secret’s out now. I’m gay, Mikoto, and I’m after Tooru. You’d better keep your hands off him, or I’ll tell your sister you felt up Megumi.”

“You! You! Ahhggg! I’m going to throw up now! I’m out of here!” His face bright red, Mikoto leaped up and ran out of their dorm room as if they were going to chase him.

Tooru spun his head around after the door shut, glaring up at Yuujirou. But the blonde kissed him, tilting his head back, putting his hands on either side of Tooru’s head and caressing his ears in a way that just felt to good to protest. Somehow, Yuujirou ended up straddling Tooru on his deskchair, planting kisses all over Tooru’s face, his hands running through his hair, over his shoulders, and across his chest. He was making little noises--slurpy, growling, moaning sort of noises that were making Tooru feel weak and forget he was supposed to be mad at this sexy creature wiggling on his lap and making love to him with his mouth and hands.

Then when Yuujirou’s tongue went into Tooru’s ear, it tickled so much, Tooru got the strength to push away the blonde, saying, “Stop it! I’m serious!”

Yuujirou was laughing, but as he watched Tooru’s face, it suddenly changed. An odd gargling noise from behind him and the sound of something hitting the floor and rolling, made him wince. Fuck! The door slammed. He slid off of Tooru and went to the door, picking up a plastic bottle of antacids before he locked it. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Well, at least they were both clothed! He leaned his head on the door, not wanting to turn around. Antacids—it had to be Mikoto, of course, damn him to hell! “How much did he see?” he asked, noting his voice was surprisingly calm.

Tooru signed, saying, “Well, enough that I think we’re both out of the closet. I guess we’ll find out just how much Mikoto is our friend.”

“Akira’s ok with it,” said Yuujirou turning around, suddenly feeling ridiculously happy.

“What’s that silly grin for?” asked Tooru, scowling, “And Akira doesn’t count with that family of his—we thought both of his sisters were guys, and we know that his older brother had a ton of guys after him.”

“Akira always counts,” said Yuujirou, “If he stands by us, we’ll be fine. Don’t panic, Tooru, as long as we have each other we’ll be fine.”

“I think you are presuming an awful lot, Yuujirou,” said Tooru.

“I love you, Tooru,” said Yuujirou kneeling in front of Tooru, “Why don’t you give me another chance?”

“No! I don’t want you getting sick again!”

“Then warn me when you are going to come, and don’t hold my head down, silly,” said Yuujirou, his hands already undoing Tooru’s pants. Tooru blushed, his guilt over being so rough with Yuujirou returning. “You’re so cute, Princess Tooru, so cute! I wish you were in a dress because it would be a lot easier to get at your cock. Ah! There he is,” purred the blonde, licking his lips and his eyes taking on that hot, lazy look that made Tooru feel dazed.

“I’m not a woman; I don’t have big breasts,” said Tooru, remembering how Yuujirou had claimed to love big breasts when they had gone out on his birthday last year.

Yuujirou laughed—a low, sexy laugh that made Tooru’s cock twitch in the blonde’s hands. “You haven’t realized why I didn’t want to do the things you suggested, why I didn’t want us to be on a date, yet, have you, Tooru?”

“No,” whispered the blue-haired boy, now suspecting the answer and longing to hear it. His heart started beating faster in the silence as Yuujirou’s hand slowly moved over his penis. Had Yuujirou already been in love with him then?

“I loved you, and I wanted to be on a date with you so badly. I wanted you as my birthday present. But I was scared, too scared to be honest. I tried to share part of myself with you that night, even if I couldn’t share everything. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, Tooru, but I really, really want us to be a couple, to date, to make love, and sometimes, sometimes, to just fuck. I’m not a woman, and I may not be the most comfortable person, but will you go out with me?”

Tooru looked down at Yuujirou’s hot carmel eyes, at that face of his he couldn’t help thinking of over the summer when he’d masturbated, seeing the nervousness and love in his best friend’s face. His heart was still fluttering in his chest, and his cock still jumping in Yuujirou’s hands. How could he lie to himself anymore? His desire was there to see, as plain as the love on Yuujirou’s face. He didn’t want to just be someone desired, he wanted love and a relationship, too. He wanted Yuujirou, wanted to go out and have fun with him and to stay inside and have another kind of fun—the kind involving that gorgeous cock of his, or that wise-cracking mouth on his own penis. “Yes,” he said, “to everything.”

Yuujirou’s eyes widened in shock for a second before he lunged up to straddle Tooru again and kiss him. Tooru just let himself give in, kissing Yuujirou back with a fierce intensity. His hands clawed at the blonde’s pants, and when their kiss broke, he said impatiently, “Pull her out, let me touch her.”

“Get naked and get on the bed, Tooru,” said Yuujirou suddenly standing up and moving away, frustrating Tooru. But being naked on the bed sounded good to him also. He pulled his clothes off, watching Yuujirou do the same and moaning at the sight of his white and gold body.

It was, he could admit now, the sexiest, most beautiful, most desirable thing he’d ever seen. And his now, his to kiss and touch and lick—oh, god, he wanted to lick that body. But Yuujirou, naked, had paused and was staring at him strangely, and were those tears, was he crying? “Yuujirou,” he said, holding his arms out, “Come, here, and let me hold you.”

And then his arms were full of his boyfriend—and funnily, the term didn’t sound nearly as bad as he had been thinking it was. It would be a while before he could think that without it seeming odd. But feeling the tremors of the body in his arms, he suddenly thought of how hard it had been for Yuujirou, how much longer he had been living with his secret, his love, his hopes, his fears. He tightened his grip around that pale body and said, “My boyfriend Yuujirou,” softly, testing out the phrase while hoping that it would please his lover. The blonde head lifted and looked at Tooru, and Tooru let out a little cry. No one had ever looked at him like that, like—he couldn’t describe it in words, but it made him feel so loved, so treasured, so cherished . . . and then there was another look on Yuujirou’s face, one that made Tooru moan.

Yuujirou reached under his head, pulling the tube that held that slippery stuff out from under his pillow. Tooru watched as Yuujirou bent down to lick one of his nipples. He shut his eyes and just let himself feel how good that felt. He was going to lick Yuujirou, he remembered, but then he felt teeth on his nipple and forgot about that. He let his legs be spread, let Yuujirou lick his way down his body, and felt his mouth at last touch his aching hardness one more time. He reached down and tugged at the bedding, gripping it tightly. He couldn’t mess up; he couldn’t thrust so hard as he had earlier or hold down Yuujirou’s head, or—AHHHH!

There was a finger in his ass! Inside him! And Yuujirou was sucking him hard and bobbing his head up and down while that finger was in him! Oh, god, god, what should he do—AHHHH!

He was doing that thing with his vocal cords, and now there were two fingers in him! Two! No, he wasn’t ready! No! And then that vibrating and the fingers moving in him together—his back arched, and he gripped the blanket even tighter. No, he couldn’t come with fingers in his ass—or could he? Would he? I’m gay, and it’s ok—oh, god, that rhymes—AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Pleasure, pure pleasure! Yes, yes, he was going to come from fingers in his ass, oh my god, yes, there, again, please there again, oh god, but warn Yuujirou, warn him, oh fuck! So good! “Close! Close!” And looking down, his blue eyes met Yuujirou’s golden brown ones above his mouth stretched around his cock, Tooru’s blue pubic hair tickling his chin, and oh god, his nose! And with one more push of his fingers, Yuujirou made his mouth tighten and vibrate around him, sending Tooru over the edge. “Yuujirou!” he cried out half in warning and half in ecstasy watching his boyfriend pull his head back till just the tip of Tooru’s cock was inside his mouth. Tooru wanted to reach down and pull that blonde head off him, to avoid another accident, but he could only grip the blankets and ride out his orgasm watching as Yuujirou swallowed his cum. Oh, god, such a slutty look he had on his face—and there was a little cum dripping out the side of his mouth. And then the head raised, the face just looked at him, and Tooru moaned.

Yuujirou moved up over him, kissing him, letting him taste himself, kissing him, kissing his face, his ear, his neck, until Tooru felt he could move. His hands let go of the blankets and began to caress Yuujirou, one of the them slipping between them, trying to find those nipples that got red as strawberries. “Let me touch you, Yuujirou,” he asked, “you lay down now, let me lick you, taste you.”

Tooru didn’t get an answer, but Yuujirou slid off him even as he claimed Tooru’s mouth for another kiss. Finally, three or four kisses later, the blonde was on his back, and it was the head with the soft blue hair moving here and there as Tooru licked and explored that chest, licking and biting, pinching and sucking, until Yuujirou’s nipples were as red as that first time Tooru had seen him pleasuring himself. He could feel Yuujirou’s erection under him, and his own penis had stiffened again. He moved down looking as that golden hair around that perfect penis. “Give me some of that slick stuff,” said Tooru, wanting to pleasure Yuujirou with his hands. It felt a little cool, and he rubbed his hands together a bit. Then he was smoothing his hands down, whispering, “She’s perfect, your Princess Slut, perfect. Mine isn’t so big or so pretty.”

“I love your cock, Tooru; I love every bit of your body, baby,” said Yuujirou, making Tooru blush and his hands falter. “Come here, beautiful,” he said sitting up and pulling Tooru onto his lap. His kiss was fierce, intense, and made Tooru forget his embarrassment. But then he felt Yuujirou’s finger on his ass. He pulled his mouth away, gasping as a finger slid into him again. “Kiss me, Tooru, kiss me, love,” demanded Yuujirou, and then his finger brushed close to that spot that felt so good. Tooru moaned and shifted, then cried out and arched his back as the finger hit it just right.

“Kiss me,” demanded Yuujirou, and Tooru rocked forward and let himself get lost in another long tangling of tongues. Another finger slid in him, and Tooru pushed himself down, once more finding that amazing spot. He broke the kiss, his head flying back and crying out his pleasure. “Yes, that’s it, ride my fingers, baby, make it feel good.” Oh, yes, it felt good, so good! And after a few more pushes down, Yuujirou pushed in a third finger at the same time as he sucked hard on one of Tooru’s nipples.

“Yuujirou,” cried out Tooru, feeling a sting of pain for a second before the fingers once more were there on that spot. “Oh god!” he cried almost hitting his head on the bunk above, pushing down again, “Yuujirou, I’m getting close again!”

“Take me with you, Tooru, ride me, take me inside you,” said Yuujirou, “Please, baby.” And it seemed too selfish to refuse and silly, too, since it felt so good to have those fingers in his ass. But it was scary, and he whimpered. He couldn’t say it, but then those fingers pulled out of him, and he let out a cry at the feeling of loss. “Here, here,” urged Yuujirou, smearing his cock with more of that slick stuff, then moving Tooru on his lap, positioning him, “Just what you want, Tooru, you’re on top, you’re in charge. I’m here beneath you at your mercy. Just a little please, give me a little, please, push down just a bit.”

“It won’t fit,” protested Tooru, but he shut his eyes and pushed down—and the shock of that big cockhead popping inside him made him lose his balance and slide down further than he intended. He cried out, rocking, shifting, and then—oh god, that big thing hit the right place. “Yuujirou!” he gasped out, clinging to him, trying to deal with all the different feelings.

“Tooru,” moaned his lover, “Tooru, I love you, god, god, nothing in my life has ever felt this good, nothing!”

And suddenly looking at his face, Tooru forgot his fear and began to move. He soon found the right position, the right angle, and amazed, he moved on his lover faster and faster. Watching Yuujirou’s face, listening to his cries, his begging, his praise—it made Tooru even more excited, and he lost himself in passion, moving up and down, his hand now reaching down to stroke his cock. But Yuujirou’s hand moved Tooru’s back on the blonde’s shoulder and descended and began to jerk him—it was all that he needed, and he cried out as his orgasm took him.

Yuujirou caught him and lowered him down on the bunk. He pulled himself out of Tooru and jerked himself a few times before coming with a cry, spilling out his cum onto Tooru’s chest to mix with his own. Then he was laying down next to him, pulling him in his arms. “We’re a mess,” whispered Tooru.

“It’s a little late to whisper, baby,” said Yuujirou softly, “But we’re only a mess on the outside, right? We’re together, right?”

“Yes,” said Tooru leaning in for a kiss. But then when their mouths broke apart, he added, “But you have to clean us up because it’s your fault we’re going to fail math.”

“Ok,” said Yuujirou, lowering his head to Tooru’s chest and licking.

“Hey, that’s not what I—oh, oh,” Tooru’s words died away as Yuujirou licked over his right nipple. “Yuujirou!”

But by the time Yuujirou had worked his way down to Tooru’s belly button, Tooru was reduced to moaning. This having a boyfriend wasn’t bad at all.