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Learning to Land. Chapter Eighty Six ~Shishido~

Warnings: Yaoi, Love, Angst, Fluff, and Lots of Sex. Some kink. You've been warned ;)

Disclaimer: Nope not mine. Still in my dreams. ;)

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Choutarou held his hand and let Shishido lead him into the bathroom. He watched as Shishido locked the door behind them. True, Taki said he wasn't coming home, but just in case, better safe than caught. Taki had caused enough drama for one day.

The freshman watched him as Shishido lit the vanilla scented candles Atobe had sent over with his old trusty lighter. Shishido placed them around the room and turned off the bright lights. Not only did they smell nice, but the dim light would be better for Ohtori if he suddenly felt shy again.

When that was done, he pulled Ohtori close to him and drew him into a kiss. The freshman warmly and willingly kissed him back. Ohtori made those hot little noises as they kissed. Shishido only then remembered he still had his jacket on. He smiled at his stupid self who would forget his head around Choutarou if it wasn't attached. Shishido shrugged it off his shoulders and let it slip to the floor. Ohtori's turn next, "Your sweater..."

Ohtori looked at him confused so Shishido started to remove it for him. He ordered with a half smile, "Off please."

The freshman moved to remove it himself and then as soon as it was off, he went right back to kissing Shishido. Ohtori moaned softly in his mouth as their tongues touched again. It was nice. And hot. Shishido could kiss him all night like this, but then he realized something. Damn. That was sexy. Shy Ohtori wasn't wearing a shirt under his sweater. He must have been worried about being too warm. Shishido's hands were touching the bare skin on his back, and it was all muscles.

Shishido's hands wandered, exploring Ohtori's naked skin while they kissed. Damn. He was all muscle even on his back. His back had that sexy solid line of defined muscle on either side of his spine going all the way down to his...? What was this? Shishido felt with his hands down further on Ohtori's back just above where the waistband of his pants sat.

"Oh god...!" Ohtori gasped softly and tried to pull away. Shishido wouldn't let him go but looked at him wondering what the problem was. The freshman covered his face with his hands and tried to bury his head in Shishido's shoulder. "I...I'm sorry..." Choutarou sounded heartbroken for some reason. And Shishido could see even in the dim candlelight, Ohtori's face and even his ears were deeply red.

Shishido felt it again. On his lower back for some reason seemed to be this fuzzy area of soft, fine hairs. "Sorry for what?" Shishido asked confused and ran his fingers through the hairs again and marveled at the softness there. It felt silky and soft like a whisper. Shishido had never felt anything like it on anyone else ever before.

"S ...stop ...p ...please ..." Ohtori begged in what sounded like an odd cross between a sigh and a whisper.

Shishido was completely lost. It seemed as if Choutarou really liked when he touched him there. What was the problem? "Why? You don't want me to touch you there? But it's so soft. Can I see it?"

Between his fingers, Ohtori lifted his head and peered one eye at him, "S...soft?" He sounded as if he suspected Shishido for some strange reason was making fun of him.

Shishido half smiled and touched it with his fingers again, sliding them through and thinking it was like touching soft fur. "Yeah, very soft. It feels good. You don't think so? Turn around. I want to look." Ohtori hesitated a long time as if unsure of what to say or do. "Please?" Shishido added not wanting to directly order him, but he was curious as hell.

He kept his face covered, but Ohtori slowly complied and turned. He made these little half steps like when you were a little kid and your mom made you wear something you hated and forced you to turn around to show it off to relatives.

Shishido could see him in the mirror peering through his fingers, watching him, and anxiously looking to see Shishido's reaction as if Ohtori expected it to be bad. He knew Ohtori long enough to know the freshman was mortified and embarrassed as hell although Shishido couldn't imagine why.

He held his curiosity back for now. Shishido knew he had to reassure him first.

He slipped his arms around Ohtori from behind and held him close. Shishido with his lips and tongue licked and kissed along his upper back across from one shoulder to the other, and when he was done, he talked to Ohtori in the mirror. "What's wrong, baby? You feel shy or embarrassed, right?" Ohtori nodded miserably after a long moment while he still covered his face. "Can you tell me why?"

Ohtori looked down and shook his head no. His shoulders were slumped in a defeated stance.

Shishido stood on his toes and rested his chin on the top of Ohtori's strong right shoulder. He looked at the both of them in the mirror and said absently while he focused on trying to draw Ohtori out instead of what he was saying, "We look good together..."

Ohtori's head jerked up. Shishido again had the feeling that Ohtori thought Shishido might be making fun of him. He wasn't. At all. He couldn't figure out why Choutarou would think he was. He wasn't the kind of guy to do that to someone. Especially someone he liked and cared about. Tease? Hell yes, that was fun, but he would never be cruel or say things he didn't mean. Ohtori should know that about him by now.

Shishido would never consider modeling despite his many offers. Besides thinking it was a really stupid thing to do--turn yourself into a sellout walking billboard even if the money was good--the main reason he wouldn't was because everyone wanted to turn him into what they saw instead of seeing him. They never saw who he was. What they saw was someone pretty who they could change into what they wanted to see. Someone who could wear their things to make them look good. They wanted to make money off of him by changing his outside without ever considering what might be like on his inside.

And telling Shishido that he might be famous someday and everyone would know his name and want to be him or be with him was the worst sales pitch anyone could approach him with. Shishido always felt deep down that if anyone really knew him, knew everything about him, all of his past, there was no way they would like him. No way in hell they would like him, or want to be like him, or want to be by his side. Judging or buying things by how they look on the outside was valueless. It was making decisions based on just shallow appearance. A reflection was just a mirrored image. There was no worth to it. Not like the worth that is found when you find someone who is beautiful inside.

Girls often told Shishido that he and they made a pretty pair or a perfect-looking couple together, but Shishido never saw it. Atobe said much the same thing to him often enough that Shishido stopped arguing with Atobe that they didn't. Shishido usually dated very pretty, very petite girls from wealthy families. They were empty inside and looking for him to fill them up with everything from emotion to realness. He felt that way a lot of the time with Atobe. That he was looking for someone to make him feel real and grounded. Shishido often thought when the girls or Atobe said how pretty they looked together that it was garbage. When he looked at that image of him with anyone else, Shishido thought it appeared that they were more like the pauper and the princess, or the pauper and the prince for Atobe.

Of course with Shishido being the pauper. He knew himself well enough to know that for all of his good looks, a large part of his charm was that he was who he was--rough edges and all. If he allowed them to, he always felt over time they would shine him up and empty him out, and he couldn't allow that. There was good inside him, he always believed this. Good inside him that was waiting for someone, the right person to notice it. Notice it in him.

Until that person came along, people would notice only Shishido's outside and neglect his inside. Compared to them, as pretty or as handsome as people said he was, Shishido never felt he truly measured up. He was unfinished and was missing something.

Ohtori never made him feel like that. Shishido strongly felt that Ohtori was the only person who ever saw him, inside and out in ways that no one else ever had before, not even his family. Not only did Ohtori see the good inside him, but he naturally tended to draw it out of Shishido. He never asked or demanded, but Ohtori made him want to be a better person.

Ohtori made him not only look good on the outside, but for the first time in as long as he could remember, Shishido felt good on the inside. He felt good and centered and happier than he could remember feeling ever. Shishido felt with Choutarou by his side, liking him and accepting him, anything was possible. Even with his past. Even for him.

Just looking visually at them, at just their outsides, even with Choutarou being bigger than him, it was completely different than when Shishido stood with anyone else. Together he and Ohtori appeared to be a contrast of light and dark skin and eye and hair tones that somehow complemented and visually brought out the best in each other. He thought they looked so different, and yet to Shishido it really seemed like they were like the opposite ends of two magnets irresistibly drawn to each other. Bringing out each other's best.

Shishido's hair spilling over Ohtori's shoulder completed an almost perfect picture of two attractive guys just discovering each other. Nearly perfect, Shishido thought because he had too many damn clothes on for his taste. Ohtori's deeply muscled, youthful body though was stunningly gorgeous. True, Shishido never really went for big or muscular guys before, hell he had only been with one guy, but it was more about that look being a part of Ohtori and him being Shishido's type more than a body type or preference. Ohtori's body was well defined and that was part of who he was. Shishido realized he really liked how Choutarou's body looked and felt it was simply another bonus.

Ohtori though was only watching and seeing Shishido in the mirror. He was stammering his words because he was embarrassed again, "You d...do. You always look g...good...beautiful, Shishido-san." Choutarou flushed crimson but at least he had lowered his hands to look and kept eye contact with Shishido. Even if it was just a reflection.

"Don't just look at me, baby. Look at us. You don't think we look good together?" Shishido wondered how Ohtori couldn't see it. And then he remembered a girl he dated for two weeks a while ago who even though she was rail thin, had convinced herself she was fat. She starved herself. Literally. She hid it well at first and he only found out through spending a lot of time with her. It was a huge problem. It pained Shishido who found out there was nothing he could do to help her, although for the couple of weeks they had dated, he had tried everything he could think of just to get her to eat something.

He wasn't going to give up, and then she broke up with him because she said he pushed her too hard to eat. She accused him of being more into helping her than really liking her back like a girlfriend--and she was right. She cut off all ties to him and he felt worried constantly that something would happen to her. He tried to be friends with her but she would have none of it. It was a horrible two weeks for him. Not because his heart was broken or anything like that--she was the one who confessed to him after all, but more because he couldn't reach or help her no matter how he tried.

She eventually grew so weak she had to leave school and be hospitalized at some special place that was supposed to help her. Shishido hoped she was doing well and had long ago resolved to try to be her friend when she returned. If she returned to Hyoutei. It wouldn't be easy for her because the gossips at the school had shred her and branded her. Their teachers even joked openly about her having caught Hyoutei-syndrome because apparently a lot of girls there had done stupid crap like that supposedly thinking they would look better.

She was still a good person beneath it all though. Her only problem was, she just couldn't see herself clearly. Shishido wondered if Choutarou had something like that too and he worried. He rubbed his hands along Ohtori's strong chest and chiseled body and tried to show him, "Look, baby. Look at how good you look. Your chest, and your stomach, and your arms. Look at how cut you are. How strong. Guys would kill to look like you, don't you know that? Can't you see it? You are beautiful. Completely gorgeous. You could give anyone here a run for his money. You have a beautiful face, and a gorgeous body."

Ohtori looked surprised at Shishido in the mirror. Shishido thought for a moment that perhaps he had convinced him, but Ohtori blushed and looked down, "I...I don't like how I look."

"What don't you like?" Shishido remembered that Ohtori had been a bit chunky when the school year started. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't cut like this either. Instead he had looked stocky and had trouble at first with the running because he was out of shape. At least for the Hyoutei tennis club. Although anyone who didn't run like they had to as a sub-regular would be hard-pressed to keep up--unless they regularly ran marathons or something like that.

Shishido's older brother usually overate whenever he had a problem or was in a relationship that soured and similarly Ohtori had a tendency to either eat or forget to eat anything when he was stressed out. When Shishido's mom forgot to be mad at him and he was home, she would make his favorite foods for him. That was how she showed she cared. Shishido guessed that when his best friend died, Ohtori stopped moving and playing tennis. Probably food became a comfort to him, and his parents had tried to show their love for him that way.

Choutarou kept his head down and softly said, "My...body. I don't like my...body."

Shishido was in awe at how hard Choutarou must have worked since arriving to sculpt his body to this fine a result. "Do you remember how you were when you came here?" Shishido said gently. "I'm very proud of all the work you've done. You've worked very hard and it shows."

Ohtori laughed lightly in a self-depreciating way, "Yes, I remember. I was fat and could barely move." He turned a new moderate shade of crimson.

"Hey," Shishido chided, "You were never fat. Sato's fat because he really does barely move. He does just enough to get by and that's it. You out-paced him the first week you were here, and most of the other guys too. You wouldn't have been moved up so fast if you hadn't impressed Atobe and everyone. You worked damn hard. And you never complained, and you never gave up, and look... Your body is strong and beautiful. You are beautiful. What don't you like?"

Shishido couldn't resist any longer. He moved and started kissing Choutarou down his strong back. Down that line of strong, knotted muscles. He shamelessly felt Ohtori's chest and toned stomach while he kissed down his back. While he kissed, Shishido reminded the freshman, "You know, everyone had things about their body they don't like. Even me."

"Y...you do?" Ohtori said and sounded a bit breathless. Shishido peered around him to see his expression in the mirror. Choutarou's face was now flushed in a good, sexy sort of way, and his eyes were half-closed in pleasure. "But you...you're beautiful Shishido-san. You're perfect..."

Shishido chuckled at that, "I'm far from perfect, but yeah, there are things I don't like. Of course. Everyone feels that way, well everyone except for our Vice-Captain..." He said it in a mocking tone that he knew sounded a lot like Atobe, but he said it really nasally to make it even more silly.

Ohtori rewarded him by barking out a short, surprised snort of a laugh. Shishido grinned and continued kissing down to the lower part of Ohtori's back. Choutarou asked, "Wh...what don't you like, Shishido-senpai?" Ohtori sounded as if he was trying to distract himself from enjoying what Shishido was doing and keep his head. This was good Shishido figured because it meant Ohtori was sobering up.

Shishido could think of a hundred things he didn't like if he tried, but he decided to keep this playful. He was almost at the place on his lower back where Ohtori's fine hairs began and he wanted Choutarou distracted so he could explore without being asked to stop. Shishido teasingly said with a smile, "I asked you first..."

He hoped Ohtori would take this too seriously and not pay full attention to what Shishido was doing. He kept kissing his way down and felt along with his hands. Ohtori didn't have much hair on his body. The little that Shishido had seen was blond so it looked like even less than it was. Here on his lower back were these soft light blond hairs in almost a patch. It disappeared down into his pants and what was showing was about the size of Shishido's hand if he lay it flat across. It reminded Shishido of reading about downy coverings, eiderdown or something, because this felt soft like that. Shishido kissed and licked and on impulse blew across the faint hairs gently. They were sensitive because Ohtori shuddered softly, gasped, and all along his skin, gooseflesh raised up like when you felt a chill or were really turned on. Shishido was fascinated.

Ohtori stammered, "I...I don't like that...on my body...I don't like that. I...I know, it's gross. I...I'm really sorry. I'll shave it all off if you want me to..."

Shishido practically purred as he irresistibly felt the soft hairs with his cheek, "No. Don't. I like it. Why do you think it's gross?" The hairs went below the line of Ohtori's pants. Shishido was curious to see how far down.

"It...it is. I'm...I'm all hairy and disgusting." Ohtori sounded mortified again.

Shishido was confused and a touch annoyed, "You're not disgusting or all hairy. You have a few hairs just here, and I like them. Unless you have a lot of hair somewhere I don't know about yet? You hiding a lot of hair on me?" He grinned at the thought.

"N...no..." Ohtori sounded unsure, "B...but compared to everyone else, it's weird and I am all hairy."

"Well," Shishido said trying to sort this out, "This is Japan, we're young, and there aren't a lot of really hairy guys around. But the few there are like Washi, who looks like he's wearing a sweater when he's naked, do stand out. But you're not hairy like Washi, baby." Gakuto called Washi the missing link and made fun of him whenever possible. Shishido suspected it was more because Washi was a senior and a friend of Sato, but the guy was a walking hairball. That was disgusting. This was completely different.

On impulse, Shishido took a bunch of his own hair and dragged it softly across the fine hairs on Ohtori's back. Another shiver went through the freshman. Shishido grinned, "I like how sensitive this is on you. I think it's sexy. Not disgusting at all." He wondered why if it bothered him so much Ohtori hadn't shaved it off. Another mystery about Ohtori. Shishido stood up and faced him. Ohtori was red but Shishido wasn't sure if it was from lust or embarrassment or both. He half-smiled because Ohtori, even red-faced, was adorable, "I think you're sexy baby, and I love your body. You're gorgeous."

Ohtori looked at him like he was crazy, and maybe again as if he worried he was somehow being made fun of.

Shishido took the opportunity to soundly and deeply kiss him before Ohtori could protest. He let Ohtori take control of the kiss because it seemed to give the freshman confidence when he did. They kissed for a while, lips and tongues sliding and their breath and heartbeats matching each other.

When it was on the verge of getting to hot to stop, Shishido took control back and broke away. They were both breathing hard. Ohtori had somehow slowly and slyly undone the buttons on Shishido's shirt as they kissed. Shishido smiled when he noticed. He let it fall to the floor and enjoyed the little whimper of turn on that Ohtori made when he saw him without his shirt.

"Pants off, baby." Shishido gently ordered and then walked over to the shower to turn it on. He unbuttoned his own jeans on the way in one quick habitual flick. They may have not had a bath in this suite, but they did have a big shower large enough for him and Ohtori to share.

"Wh...what?" Choutarou sounded stricken, "Why?"

Shishido turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. "Because usually it's better to shower without clothes. Don't you want to shower with me, baby?" He gave Ohtori his one grin that Shishido knew was hard to resist. It always seemed to work on everyone, well except his mother, but everyone else.

Maybe not Ohtori either, "But..." the freshman protested, "But, you...you'll see me. A..all of me...and..." Ohtori covered his face with his hands again, "there are other parts of my body I...I don't want you to see."

He walked back to Ohtori and held him close, "Where, baby? Where else don't you want me to see? I'll be naked too. You'll see all of me too."

Choutarou shook his head no, "But..." He sounded like he was going to cry again.

Shishido worried about what Ohtori might be thinking, "I'm not going to do anything. Like sex or anything. You don't have to worry about that. I just..." Shishido sighed and felt defeated, "Look, my hair smells like smoke after being outside at the party so I wanted to wash it before bed. I wanted to take a shower with you, but you don't have to. I just thought it would be fun and we could kiss and stuff. That's all. If you want, I'll shower and you can wait for me in my room. In my bed, okay baby? And we'll just go to sleep together like we did today when you napped. Is that okay?" He really wanted to at least sleep next to Ohtori, but Shishido didn't want to push him.

Ohtori said softly, "You were kissing me and I got...I'm..."

Oh. So that was what he was worried about? Just that? That was nothing. "Turned on? Hard?" Shishido offered.

Ohtori nodded but said nothing so Shishido took his hand. Although he knew he was probably soaking wet in the front, Shishido pressed Ohtori's hand to his silk boxers since the front of his jeans was unbuttoned. "So am I, baby. We're guys. That happens." Shishido shrugged, "My body doesn't lie and I want you. I like you, Choutarou. I love kissing you and spending time with you, and I'm glad you like me too, baby. It makes me really happy. And like I said earlier, if I do something you like or don't like, you have to tell me. I hate the smell of smoke and I know it's in my hair from being outside. If you don't want to shower with me..."

"I...I want to, Shishido-san." Adorably, Ohtori said this like a vow. "And...I...I should because I was outside too. You...you didn't see me, but I saw you when you..."

"Oh. You did?" Maybe that was the reason for him hesitating now. Shishido remembered feeling Ohtori watching him around then, but not seeing him for a long time after. Maybe Choutarou didn't understand about the show Atobe put on for everyone to get Naomi off Shishido.

"Nothing happened, baby. I'm sorry you saw it, but you know how I feel about you, don't you?" Shishido wished he could just say it, but it was too soon. That was a huge thing to say. Exactly as the rumors went, Shishido had never said that first. Not that it was a big deal or anything because the truth was Shishido had never said that to anyone at all. He couldn't remember the last time he had said that to anyone including people in his family. They just weren't that way. He just wasn't that way, but for Ohtori he was willing to learn. Provided they take everything slow.

Honestly Shishido hadn't said it despite a million and one confessions because he had never felt it before. And he didn't want to lie. Not about that. Okay, truth be told, he thought he felt it one time before and never said it, but back then, that whole mess, he knew now it was nothing compared to how he felt with Ohtori.

Now that he knew how he felt, Shishido wanted to get it right and make it special. Make it count. But he could say this until Choutarou understood his feelings once and for all,"I swear to you, Atobe is just my friend. Even if you and I for some reason don't end up together, I swear I will never go back to him and I will never be with him again. I only have feelings for you, Choutarou. I swear it." Shishido sealed it with their oath and he felt Ohtori inhale suddenly as if in surprise.

Shishido pulled back to see the freshman in the dim light, and Ohtori looked at him wide eyed. Then he hugged Shishido hard. Really hard. Damn he was strong, "Chou...Choutarou...I can't...breathe..."

Ohtori let him up for air and they laughed. It felt good to laugh after so much tension.

Shishido had a thought as he held him back, "I don't want you to worry about Naomi either, baby. That whole outside scene was just for show because Atobe doesn't trust her. He wanted to get me away from her. He isn't happy with her and he usually doesn't keep problems around too long. Keep in mind I'm not in his inner circle anymore to know what he plans to do about her, but I wouldn't be surprised if she isn't around Hyoutei much longer. Until then, I'll handle her. And Taki. I'm your big brother. I'll always take care of you. Always. So, will you shower with me now?"

Ohtori looked like an abandoned and wounded puppy afraid it wouldn't be loved, "D...do you promise not to look at me?"

Shishido grinned, "Do you promise not to look at me?"

Ohtori turned deeply red, as if just the thought of Shishido naked in front of him was too tempting and after a long look at each other, the freshman's face finally broke into a real smile. He had a beautiful smile. It was like the sun came through the clouds after a gray stormy day to Shishido. They both laughed.

Shishido grinned, "I didn't think so. Look, as long as you promise not to shock me by having a two-headed penis or secretly being a girl or something like that, I promise not to stare too much. I'll probably be just as hard as you, maybe more. And of course, I won't laugh at you or anything, okay? We'll just shower and kiss and stuff and then go to my room to sleep."

Ohtori seemed to consider it and smiled. "A...a two-headed penis?"

Shishido grinned back more, "Well, a guy just needs a little warning about those kinds of things, but other than that, it's all good."

Ohtori smiled wider and looked down, "I don't have a two-headed penis or anything too weird I don't think, and I...I'm not a girl."

"Yes, I've noticed that." Shishido laughed and kissed him.

Ohtori broke the kiss and looked shyly at him, "Shishido-san? Can...can I wash your hair?"

Shishido hugged him because Choutarou basically agreed. He would shower with him. Shishido had to keep from shouting his delight or laughing out loud because Ohtori might have mistaken his thrilled laughter as being made fun of. Trying to imitate someone who was always deadpan serious and thinking of Oshitari, Shishido said soberly, "Of course. I was hoping you would."

Somehow he got Ohtori to agree. After a few false starts where he thought the freshman would chicken out, Shishido was naked in the shower waiting for Choutarou to join him. It turned out Ohtori really wanted to wash his hair, and probably had for a while. At some point, Ohtori even had bought a copy of the vanilla shampoo and conditioner Atobe had last sent over.

The freshman was so different from Atobe who bought things expecting to impress Shishido with them. Atobe flaunted his generosity which only served himself. Ohtori probably bought these on a whim some time ago to please Shishido and make him happy, but had been too shy to even mention them. Shishido smiled thinking that when he bought them, the freshman's face would have been scarlet red as he stepped to the counter with his purchases. Ohtori probably completely confused the store clerk who had to wonder why buying shampoo would make a boy blush so much.

Shishido didn't know what a generic was or that they existed until Ohtori explained about them. The freshman's sister had apparently taught him all about them. Must be nice having a sister Shishido thought. Ohtori said when he saw a generic that was supposed to work and smell the same for much less, the freshman had impulsively bought them. Of course he could have just told Shishido this, but it took twenty questions for Shishido to drag the information out of the shy, adorable freshman. Which with anyone else would have bothered the hell out of Shishido, but with Ohtori, even twenty questions regarding shampoo was okay.

Shishido was nervous and excited waiting for Ohtori because there were bonus points to the shower as well. Besides seeing Ohtori naked for the first time, the water would hide the fact that Shishido would probably be dripping wet if he got turned on and for once Shishido didn't have to worry if his hands were sweaty. He had gone with a girl to the movies once and she said his hand was sweaty after she grabbed it. Since then, even though the girl didn't seem to mind too much and kept holding his hand and trying to kiss him, Shishido worried. He didn't know if it was a one time thing or what, but he figured if it was really a bad problem Atobe would have told him or complained and he never had.

Not that he or Atobe were very hand-holdy or anything like that, but he had a feeling he and Choutarou would be. Shishido wished he could have brushed his teeth again, but he figured he couldn't have everything. He was getting anxious and thinking Ohtori might back down when Shishido heard the glass door slide open, and Ohtori get in behind him.

He reached safely behind him, high up for Ohtori's elbows and pulled the freshman's arms around to his waist in a hug from behind. Ohtori kept his front a safe distance away despite Shishido trying to pull him closer. Shishido sighed silently and knew that it would take time, much more time together, for Ohtori to feel comfortable.

The freshman asked after about a half a minute, "Can...I start?"

Shishido nodded. He had wet his hair before Ohtori came into the shower, but wasn't sure if that was what the freshman meant. Apparently, it was. Shishido heard the sound of a bottle being opened and something being squeezed into what he guessed was Ohtori's palm. The rich smell of vanilla washed over Shishido next, and then he felt Ohtori behind him gently gathering his hair and being running the soap through it. It smelled the same, and Shishido guessed it was.

Ohtori really must have remembered having long hair, because he knew to not pile it up on Shishido's head making knots. He took his time and tenderly massaged his fingers along Shishido's scalp. Damn. Shishido loved this feeling. He enjoyed this and never expected someone else to be like this with his hair. Atobe and even girls before who had begged to wash his hair had been rough and pulled or gotten soap in his eyes. Ohtori did none of that. It was pure pleasure and Shishido kept his eyes closed out of trust and growled a small sigh out of enjoyment.

At his sigh Ohtori asked, "Is...it okay?"

Shishido stepped back to arch his shoulders against Ohtori's chest as the freshman finger-combed conditioner through Shishido's clean hair. He was practically purring at the feel of Ohtori's hands, "Mmhmm. It's perfect baby. Do you ever miss having long hair?"

"S...sometimes." Ohtori seemed to think about it, "At first I did a lot even though mine was never as nice as yours. I used to wear mine in a braid everyday and not down. It kinda bugged me when it was down. Got in my way and tickled. I liked it when I played though. Sometimes I forget. Even now. Mostly when I'm sleeping or when I go to dry it after I shower when I'm tired and forget it's gone. I...I have pictures of me from back then, if you wanna see sometime?"

It was the first time Ohtori offered to show them to Shishido. Anything he had showed him before did not have images of him or his dead best friend, just one of his family and a few of his cat.

"I'd really like that," Shishido answered and thought that Ohtori had no idea how much. "Can I rinse?" he asked.

Ohtori said yes so Shishido turned and backed into the spray rinsing the conditioner off. He turned when he was clean and expected to be facing the freshman only to find Ohtori had turned his back to him. Shishido guessed he felt shy about showing his front, but had no idea why. He had to have seen that Shishido was hard, and he had to be able to tell Shishido enjoyed Ohtori touching him.

Shishido had an idea, "Your turn."

"Huh...what?" Ohtori asked sounding alarmed.

Shishido turned the both of them so his front was to Ohtori's back and turned Ohtori closer to the spray. "I want to wash your hair. I might not be as good as you, but I'll do my best."

"But...I don't have long hair, Shishido-senpai." It was a lame protest and Shishido wasn't sure why Ohtori was making it.

"Please?" Shishido asked. "I'd really like to." He had never done this for anyone else before. He squeezed some of the shampoo into his hand and reached up. "Damn you're tall."

"S...sorry." Ohtori said and sounded down about it. "I could get on my knees?" he offered and then must have realized how that might sound if he said it to someone like say...Gakuto who naturally twisted any innocent remark into something dirty. Shishido saw Ohtori's ear and the side of his face turn deep red as he thought about it.

Shishido started soaping his hair and had to fight to keep from laughing. Ohtori took some really silly things very seriously. "I can reach. I just meant that I'm jealous. I wish I was taller. I hope I get taller. At least as tall as my dad. That's one of the things I don't like about my body. It'd be cool to be tall."

"It really isn't, Shishido-san." Ohtori said too seriously. "It actually sucks to be bigger than almost everyone else. I always feel...awkward because I know I stick out. Plus, my hair is different from everyone's. I almost got it dyed before I came here. Dark brown to match everyone else, but at the last moment, I didn't. Maybe I should have. I can't be shorter, but I could change that..."

Shishido rinsed away the soap gingerly and tried to not get any into Ohtori's eyes. He interrupted, "No. I don't want you to. I mean, if you really want to, then fine, but don't change unless you have to. I like you how you are--how you look. I like that you're not like everyone else. I like that you're different. You would stand out even if you were the same height as me and had my hair color because you're special. You're a great guy. And handsome. People would still notice you. I know I still would. There's a difference between standing out and sticking out. You're the kind of person who stands out."

Impulsively, Shishido reached around him to hug him tightly from behind. His erection pressed shockingly right between Choutarou's tight, firm cheeks and at the intimate contact, a sudden surge of pure lust ran through Shishido's body. He froze, half-worried how Choutarou would react, and didn't trust himself for a moment to do the right thing before moving away. He heard Ohtori take in a quick breath of surprise.

Shishido took a step back and cursed himself in his head, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I guess I forgot we were both naked for a sec..."

Choutarou reached back one hand and swiftly pulled Shishido back against him. He probably meant to grab Shishido's back or something but what he grabbed was his ass. He pretty much held Shishido's entire cheek in his hand. Shishido was shocked. His jaw dropped open and for once, words completely failed him. No way did Ohtori mean to do what he did and grab him there but the freshman hadn't moved his hand away yet either.

"Oh god...!" the freshman whispered urgently and dropped his hand away as if it was on fire. "S...sorry. Shishido-san I am so sor..."

Shishido grabbed his hand before it disappeared completely and brought it back around. He put it back where it was and left his hand covering it. He put his other arm around Choutarou again now very aware of his erection pressed again between the freshman's cheeks, "It's okay, baby. Don't worry about it. Now we're even." Shishido smiled and laughed slightly because it was funny.

"I...but I..I swear I really didn't mean to..." Choutarou stammered.

Shishido smiled more, "You think I did?" He laughed a little harder, "Hey, you think our bodies are smarter than we are? Because neither one of us meant to and somehow we ended up like this?"

"M...maybe..." Ohtori said meekly but it sounded like he was at least smiling.

Shishido had a feeling another round of apologies were coming from his little brother, so he decided to change the subject to avoid them. He looked around for something, anything to talk about but what came out was his latest observation before he could censor himself. "Damn, even your legs are cut and all muscle. You've got great legs." He slid his hand down his him and the side of Ohtori's leg before he thought about what he was doing.

This time Shishido was embarrassed over forgetting, but surprisingly Ohtori said sounding pleased, "Th..thanks. It took a lotta work."

"Well then maybe you can help me sometime. I wish mine were this cut." Shishido meant it. His were toned and strong, but Choutarou's felt like solid rock.

"I...I'd be glad to help, but...but yours are already perfect, Shishido-san." Ohtori looked over his shoulder back at Shishido confused.

Shishido was so focused on Ohtori's leg, he barely noticed his erection was still pressed between there and that he was still holding Choutarou's hand pressed against his cheek there. But in a way, it was like trying to have a conversation and ignore that there's a pink elephant in the room, or in this case in the shower with them, "Mine are okay, but they're not like this. I don't have this line defined like this, or this muscle like...damn."

Ohtori flushed with pleasure obviously ignoring their current situation too, "Y...you like girls with nice legs. I heard you say you did when Oshitari-san said he did, so I worked on mine--just in case. Gakuto helped me. We played that dancing video game for hours. The arcade one. It really works. And I think it helped my reflexes and speed. Gakuto knows all the cheat codes for the extra levels and taught them to me. Have you ever played? I can show you."

Shishido was stunned. So that was all the hours he had spent with Gakuto? Ohtori had spent time quite a bit of time with him lately and when Shishido or Taki asked where he was going, the freshman had answered that he was going to practice. "That goofy-looking arcade game that is everywhere? You and Gakuto? No, I haven't played it. Those things are expensive to play, and I'm not big into dancing. Especially in public."

"Not in public. Oh god, I couldn't do it in public! Jiroh-san has one. In his room. I helped Gakuto with something so he helped me with this. He said it would tone my legs and increase my speed and it really did. Jiroh-san owns the machine so it's free. I have a key for his room. He never sleeps there. I can show you!" Ohtori sounded thrilled and like he wanted to show off to Shishido. Immediately. Maybe to escape this awkward situation.

Shishido laughed, "I don't mind you showing me, but baby, it's probably around two in the morning. Maybe tomorrow, okay?" Shishido just realized what Ohtori confessed to him, and slid his hand down the strong, perfectly defined side of Ohtori's leg. "You seriously did all this for me, baby? You're incredible, and this is...you are very sexy. I really like it. I really like you, thank you." He reached up and over to Ohtori and suggested, "I'd kiss you if I could reach..."

"O..oh..." Ohtori turned slightly. Just enough so their lips barely met, and Shishido finally found out where the freshman's other hand was. His hand and arm were clamped over his erection so firmly that Shishido could see nothing. He was dying of curiosity and slid his hand up Ohtori's chest and along his jaw to try to kiss him deeper. Choutarou whimpered in his mouth as Shishido strained and reached to make it closer to kiss him deeper. This angle was awkward as hell.

If Ohtori would just turn around and face him, then Shishido could kiss him properly, even if he was too tall for a freshman.

Somehow though, Ohtori did move or maybe Shishido did and slipped--because he was suddenly falling. He was aware that he was going to fall only long enough to decide that he didn't want to grab onto Ohtori and pull him down with him. So when he flailed out, Shishido desperately tried to grasp onto the sides of the shower, but instead connected only with air.

Shishido wasn't normally clumsy or prone to falling so it was as much a surprise to him as to Ohtori who gasped. Next thing he knew though, Ohtori had grabbed him and was holding him safely off the ground a split second before Shishido would surely have cracked his head open or worse--broken a limb or a wrist or his hand.

"Damn..." Shishido said partly in awe of Ohtori's speed and strength, partly because he was stunned, but mostly to say something while his heart beat and his adrenaline surged like he was running a race.

"Nice catch." Shishido tried to smile and knew he was probably pale from shock. He felt shaky and tried to slowly ease his feet to the ground gingerly as if checking to make sure it was solid still. He held onto Ohtori who was now facing him and still holding him.

Ohtori though was beet red. No darker. Maybe the darkest Shishido had ever seen anyone blush. Ohtori held on to him tightly and securely, but looked mortified although Shishido could not figure out why. "Oh my god...!" Ohtori said softly, "I...I'm so sorry Shishido-san. I didn't mean to..."

The freshman slowly pulled him up safely to standing and Shishido tried to figure out if somehow he was hurt and just didn't know it. Maybe he did hit his head after all and had been knocked out. Ohtori was acting like whatever this latest blush was caused by was something that traumatic. Like a head wound or life or death or a broken something or other.

Shishido tried to dismiss it, "You caught me. I'm fine. I'm sorry I slipped. It's not something I do a lot...what? What's wrong, baby?"

Ohtori's mouth worked but nothing came out.

Shishido tried to figure it out. Everything was fine, they had been kissing and he slipped and suddenly now...this? What? Ohtori was facing him and holding him tight and secure in his arms. Shishido had his arms around Ohtori holding him back. They were wet and naked and holding each other close. Sounded like everything was fine...

And then he felt it too.

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