Getting to Know You

Disclaimer: I don’t own Hana Kimi, which is why Minami is straight and Mizuki is really a girl. If it was MY world, neither of those would be true.


"Minami-kun! Oh, Minami-kun!" The adolescent this call was directed at flinched, immediately recognizing the voice. Setting his face in a neutral expression, he turned to the exuberant boy.
"Yes, Nakao?" His eyes widened. The younger boy had made some changes to the costume he had worn at the school festival.
"I wanted to get your opinion on my new outfit for this year's competition...Your approval really matters me, my love! Of course, I know I look good, but I want you to think so, too." He edged himself closer to his object of affection.
The older teen may have imagined it, but it looked as if giant primroses bloomed behind the pretty boy. He had gotten a new wig... blonde with gentle curls framing his face, rippling down his back with fake flowers woven in aesthetically. The dress was almost Lolita style, in a rich cream and an understated strawberry. His white stockings matched the lace, and his heeled mary-janes were milkshake pink with a small bow decorating the front. The outfit was completed by blue colored contacts and dewy pink lip-gloss that Minami could smell from the distance he was at... it was fruity and not unpleasant.
"The one I wore last year got ruined when I helped Ashiya, so I got this!" He gracefully pulled the skirts up in a curtsy, not even giving more view of his legs as the skirts were such large circles that they could be gathered without making much difference. Minami was subconsciously leaning over slightly to try to catch more of a glimpse at the slim be-stockinged legs. He caught himself and feigned a stretch.
"Ooh, I must have slept funny, heh heh!" He gave the smile that always won people over. Nakao sparkled.
"I'll rub your shoulders, Minami-kun!" He moved to do so, but the taller teen backed up a step, putting up his hands defensively.
"Ah, no, it's okay... My uncle says it's unsafe to let untrained people work on your muscles and joints." Nakao pouted. He was only looking for an excuse to touch that toned body he had seen just a few times in the locker room or such. The thrust out bottom lip attracted the attention of the R.A., being coated in a subtle sparkle. While his eyes were on the effeminate face, the brows drew together and mild anger splayed across the elfin features.
"You still haven't said what you think of this outfit!" He huffed. It suddenly hit the R.A. why this particular costume was so appealing to him.
"Julia..." The whispered name barely left his lips before the three syllables showed their affect. Nakao's eyes held the hurt he was trying so hard to veil.
"Oh, that girl! WHY must you like her so?! I'm SO much prettier than she is! While you went chasing after her, I went running all over Hokkaido looking for you! You didn't even have the common courtesy to tell me you were leaving..." Tears tried to well in his eyes, but he tipped his head back and waved his hand at his face, fanning himself while repeating a mantra, "I will not mess up my makeup." When he had gotten a hold of himself, he stared straight into the eyes of the boy opposite him. Their eyes were almost level because of Nakao's shoes.
'That same brazen glare, too...' Minami's thoughts must have shown on his face because Nakao's face contorted in fury.
"You're still thinking about her, aren't you?!" Without thinking, he reared his hand back and struck his would-be paramour across the face. "Humph!" He whirled on the spot and stormed off, skirts swaying in the light breeze. He was almost out of sight before Minami raised his hand to his cheek and tenderly touched the smarting skin. He took a moment to consider, then ran after the recreational cross dresser.
"Ouch... These shoes may look fabulous, but they sure do hurt...ooooch..." He sat on a bench rubbing his feet. He felt a pang in his chest to match the pain his feet were causing him as he remembered the encounter only minutes before. "How dare he... After I went to all this work..." he pulled a compact mirror out of a small pink clutch. "You look fabulous! Why doesn't he think so?" He winked at his reflection. "Yeah, a gorgeous guy like me, I don't need him!" The pain in his heart told him otherwise, but he wasn't yet ready to let go of his anger. He heard a huffing and panting and looked to his right. Minami leaned against the corner of the bench to catch his breath, having sprinted to catch up with the drag queen.
"So, come back, have you? I'm waiting for an apology." He crossed his arms and turned his nose up into the air. Minami stood, panting and sweating, staring at Nakao with the same expression as before. "You're still looking through me to HER, aren't you? I can't believe your nerve, you insensitive--um, Minami-kun?" The long hair of the older boy swept around a gold-framed face that looked up in confusion. Minami softly brushed his lips against the smaller boy's.
"You talk too much, Nakao."
Nakao blinked up into Minami’s face, but the older boy had his eyes closed. Nakao felt a warmth in his hand as Minami clasped it and brought it to his mouth to kiss the knuckles and rub them against his cheek. He finally opened his eyes and looked Nakao square in the face. He raised an appraising eyebrow.
“You know, you really DO look good like that—“ Before Nakao had the time to let his emotions soar from this compliment from his beloved, said object of affection ruined it by saying, “—It’s a shame you don’t always look like this. Maybe you should consider becoming a woman permanently…”
Nakao’s eye twitched. His strawberry-flavored lips drew into a thin line.
“Dry up, Minami Nanba.” He turned his attention to gathering up his shoes and walking around the other boy, pretending to pay him no mind at all. His feet were killing him, but he’d be damned if he showed any kind of pain, be it physical or emotional.
“Nakao, wait! I was just kidding!” Minami followed him. Nakao pressed on.
“Why don’t you go to America to follow that girl? You followed her all over Hokkaido. While you’re at it, why don’t you follow her to HELL?” He bit his lip. ‘I will not cry, I will not cry, I will definitely NOT cry!’ He kept repeating this mantra, trying to convince himself of it. He swallowed back hot angry tears and the accompanying cold ones of hurt. A hand on his shoulder stopped him momentarily. He considered an evasive maneuver that would shrug the paw off, but in this moment of hesitation he was spun around to face Minami Nanba himself. Of course. Nakao stared into Minami’s eyes and nearly fell in love with him all over again, him and his intense gaze. He then remembered he was mad at the tantalizing male before him and looked away into the space over Minami’s shoulder. He couldn’t help himself though, and just as his eyes flicked back to the perfect face of the R.A., he saw Minami closing in for the kill. Warm lips were crushed against his own. He fought himself, ‘I won’t give in…I must be strong…’ In spite of himself, he felt his arms moving of their own accord, wrapping around the larger frame of the R.A. ‘I mustn’t let my will weaken…no matter HOW good this feels…’ The darker-haired boy placed one hand at the small of Nakao’s back and the other at the back of his head, bringing him closer. Nakao felt himself responding to the kiss. Throwing his anger to the wind, he shamelessly snogged the older boy. ‘I am weak…WEAK, WEAK, WEAK! And I don’t care!’ When a slight nibble on his lower lip begged entrance to his mouth, it was willingly given, and what’s more, heartily reciprocated. Minami could taste the strawberry on Nakao’s lips when he licked them experimentally. Nakao could taste the melon bun on Nanba’s breath as he delved into the welcoming mouth. Nakao broke away, and looked questioningly at the boy he had been enamored with for so long.
“Minami-kun, what are you-” He was cut off by an index finger on his lips. Minami smiled down at him.
“Just go with it. That’s what I’m doing, anyway.” Nakao nodded, an on a sudden whim, drew the finger into his mouth, never breaking eye contact with the taller boy. He ran his tongue over the fleshy pad of the digit, sucking slightly. Minami was caught off guard and was about to yank his hand away when he realized how stimulating this felt. Nakao gave an especially hard pull and Nanba’s eyes became half-lidded, by a mixture of the feeling of the suction on his finger: a simulation of OTHER activities that could be performed by the pink lips of the younger boy and by the images that this was bringing to mind of exactly what those glossed lips could do. Nakao knew what this was doing to his object of desire and smirked around the finger. He pulled back and allowed it to slide out of his mouth. Minami blinked and snapped back to reality. He looked at Nakao, “Wow” written all over his face. The smaller boy raised the side of his mouth and quirked a suggestive eyebrow. Minami cleared his throat and felt a throb in his nether regions.
“Nakao, maybe you shouldn’t…” Minami was worried that he was being turned on by just these slight actions. Of a guy. He worried what he might do because of it.
“Just go with it, Minami-kun.” Nakao gave Minami a loving smile, his eyes half-closed and looking longingly into those belonging to he older teen. Minami shrugged and dove to capture the shining lips of the effeminate boy before him. To any onlookers, it would look as though a boy and his cosplayer girlfriend were sharing a smooch in the park, but the pair wanted to distance themselves from peeping eyes nonetheless. Minami took the manicured hand of the pretty boy, and set off at a hurried walk that had Nakao struggling to keep up on his heel-abused feet. The older boy noticed his slowness and asked why he was having problems.
“My feet hurt,” came the sheepish reply.
“Well,” Minami said, smiling, “I’ll have to remedy that when we get to my room.” Warmth spread through the boy in drag, knowing that he was being led to the bedroom of his long-time obsession. This alone allowed him to put a hitch in his giddy up and move along.
They arrived shortly, after brief pauses to pet Yujiro and have a short chat with Dr. Umeda who passed them in the hall. Both of these encounters lasted a minute at most, but each seemed to take forever and a day to Nakao, who was all but tapping his foot in anticipation of reaching the bedroom of the older teen. Finally, they found their destination, and Minami unlocked the door and allowed Nakao to walk in before him. The room was dark, the only light filtering in through a thin, filmy curtain over a window. Minami let the door close and lock behind him, still not turning on a light.
When his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, Nakao looked around the room, which was slightly larger than those inhabited by other students. That could have been because of the lack of a bunk bed, a queen-sized western-style bed in its place.
“So, where does your roommate sleep?” Nakao asked, looking for something to fill the silence of this darkened cavern. He could almost feel the smile on the lips of the older boy as he replied that he didn’t have one, being an R.A. Nakao nodded and stood awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands behind his back. He had often imagined himself in the bedroom of Minami Nanba, but now that he was here, all the brilliantly seductive things he did in his fantasies seemed corny and cheap. He heard the other boy crossing the floor, and soon felt the warmth of Nanba standing behind him, snaking his arms around his waist. Minami went to nuzzle into the hair of the smaller boy, but found the wig instead. He gingerly removed it and hung it on the back of a nearby chair, then ran his fingers through Nakao’s hair, massaging his scalp and causing the younger teen to close his eyes and tip his head back into the touch. A sigh escaped him, and a small smile played across Minami’s features. The older teen pushed his nose into Nakao’s hair ad inhaled deeply, once again putting his arms around the feminine waist. He leaned down slightly to nuzzle the junction between neck and shoulder, kissing and licking at it. The other boy couldn't stifle the sharp gasp that resulted from Minami’s teeth grazing the spot, and Minami took that as a sign to bite down on the spot, then kiss it tenderly.
“Ahhn, M-Minami-kun…” The other’s response was spoken into the nearest ear in a husky voice that sent shivers through the ear’s owner.
“Just Minami, tonight, Nakao, just Minami.”
The ruffled apron was the first article in a pile on the floor that would soon grow. As Minami walked the other boy to the bed, the dress was pushed off his shoulders, and elegant hands followed it down the slender body. Nakao stepped out of it and kicked it over to join the apron. As his calves hit the bed, he was pushed onto his back and the crinoline was removed. Minami had to laugh, the boy had the outfit complete, down to the white underwear with a pink bunny on the front.
“Those hardly fit you,” the brunette chuckled. The other boy flushed.
“Well, boxers just don’t seem right with an outfit like this!” Minami nodded, still smiling, then pulled the stockings off, running his palms down the slim legs, and finally joined the younger teen on the bed. He began unbuttoning his shirt when he felt hands on his wrists stop him.
“Let me,” Nakao mumbled, taking it upon himself to remove the older boy’s clothing. He gave much the same treatment as he had received, and when he, too, sat on the sheets in his underwear, Nakao leaned up to kiss him deeply, and soon, Minami began sucking lightly on Nakao’s tongue. The smaller teen moaned slightly into the inviting mouth. Minami reached around to cup the firm rear of his soon-to-be lover and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the ridiculous undergarment. This, too, joined the pile on the floor. He was pushed onto his back, and his unclothed erection was taken into skilled hands. A few strokes had Nakao mewling and panting, but when something hot and wet closed around his head, his eyes snapped open.
“AH! M-MINAMI!” He attempted to gain control of himself, but it was difficult with the object of his affections effectively sucking him off and rubbing the insides of his thighs at the same time. Minami engulfed the entirety of the younger boy’s member, occasionally scraping his teeth along the shaft lightly. He did wicked things with his tongue around the head, running it along the slit and lapping up the pearls of pre-cum that seeped out. The moans of the other boy filled the room. Minami bobbed his head and applied more suction.
“M-MiNAAAHHmi, I can’t hold on…hah…much lah-AWNger…”
“Hmm?” Nakao missed the devilish look on the other boy’s face as he hummed through the throbbing arousal.
“OH, GODS! MINAMI!” Nakao came into the other's mouth, spasming and panting. Minami took what he was given and swallowed, knowing that he loved it when girls did so for him. Nakao was limp and relaxed on the bed, face flushed and hair damp.
“Don’t you go to sleep yet, Nakao…” Minami said in a predatory way that had Nakao’s blood heating up once more. “…I still have to get mine.” He removed his boxers and reached into a nightstand.
‘How did I know he’d have lube? He seems like the type that by his 21st birthday he’ll have done everything in the Kama Sutra.’ Nakao mused.
When Minami crawled back to the other teen in full nakedness, nudging his way between his bed partner’s knees, Nakao spread his legs like a whore and let his head loll back.
“It’s good that you’re relaxed,” Minami smirked, “I hear it’s much more painful when you’re tense.” Nakao nodded. “Hurts like a bitch,” he mumbled into the arm he had thrown across his face. The other boy was only caught off guard for a second before he resumed his advances. Funny, the boy had seemed so virginal. Well, sometimes, anyway. Minami shouldered a mental shrug and figured it just goes to show. He prepared the teen below him, eliciting some moans and groans of pain and pleasure.
In a wry voice he asked, “Well, since you seem to be the resident expert on the topic…” He trailed off as he kneeled between the other’s thighs, and pressed insistently into Nakao’s hips. Nakao gasped and sighed. “… How do you want it, Nakao?”
Nakao tried to speak but found that his voice had left him and had in return given him a hot dry mouth incapable of coherent expression. Minami grinned slyly, knowing that he was getting to the younger teen. It had been his intention to get under Nakao's skin. He rocked against the underclassman's reawakened arousal, and felt a small pang of pride as the other mewled appreciatively. Finally, Nakao managed to say,
“However you want me.”
“That’s right. Tonight, you’re MINE.” To illustrate this point, Minami let himself fall heavily onto Nakao’s chest, caging the younger teen between his arms, nose centimeters from another. He wasted no time in attacking lips, jaw, neck, shoulder…anything his lips touched was savagely kissed, nipped, and licked. Nakao reeled in the sensations, pleasure and pain becoming one as his body begged for fulfillment.
“Ah! Minami, Please…just fuck me now!”
“I like a man who knows what he wants.” The R.A. pressed himself into Nakao’s entrance, easing in gently until he was sheathed to the hilt. He was prepared to wait until Nakao adjusted but was urged on immediately. He pulled out almost completely and thrust back in. Nakao seemed to be attempting to raise his legs, so Minami threw them over his shoulder and thrust back in at this new angle as Nakao screamed in absolute ecstasy.
“Found it.” The older boy commented. Nakao was so much tighter than any girl he had ever been with. The heat and the pressure were pleasurable to the point that it was almost torture. He felt hot and shaky, and walked a thin line between his control and giving in to his desire to fuck the boy below him raw.
“Ngh, harder, faster, SOMETHING!” Nakao insisted. He shifted his hips in an attempt to gain more. This was all the persuasion Minami Nanba needed before he began slamming again and again into that bundle of nerves that had Nakao writhing and screaming. Nakao rang out his pleasure with wild abandon, shouts of “Yes!” joining “oh!”s and “AH!”s and the slapping of skin on skin. He looked up into the face of the boy that he had openly desired for so long. Cheeks flushed with exertion and eyes fogged over in the throes of passion, he was a god… so completely and utterly sexy that Nakao thought he might explode if he wasn’t released soon. He reached down to service himself, but was swatted away.
“You’re MINE tonight, remember? That means I get to do this.” He fisted Nakao’s shaft and pumped it, sometimes in time with his thrusts, sometimes not. The sensory overload soon had Nakao bucking and within a few minutes, releasing onto his and Minami’s stomachs. The older of the two slammed in a few more times before reaching his own climax and cumming hard into the younger teen.
When he recovered from the orgasm, Minami Nanba pulled out of his lover and rolled over onto his back. Nakao rolled with him and lapped his release from the other boy’s stomach. Nanba grinned. The flamboyant recreational cosplayer really was quite sexy, but he was too far gone to do anything more. Too spent, too satisfied, too overloaded. He had never even considered being with a guy like that…then again; he had never come that hard either. He hadn’t noticed Nakao get up and towel himself off in the private bathroom granted to R.A.s. The younger teen sat at the edge of the bed and turned to look at the long-haired sex god he had come to know… both in the familiar and biblical sense.
“Um… you seemed surprised to find out I’m not a virgin.” He began, nervously.
“I was,” the sprawled-out adolescent answered, one eye closed, the other looking into the elfin face of the younger boy. “But only because you don’t act as sex crazed as say… me?”
“You aren’t sex crazed! Okay, maybe you are, but… I still, um…”
“Love me?” Nakao nodded.
“It’s okay that it’s not returned.” The way he sat, he looked so small and fragile. The R.A. sat up and embraced him, pulling him into his lap.
“Well, this experience was something completely different. I think…I think we could give ‘us’ a chance.” Nakao let a slow smile overtake his face.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“You know… You were the first guy I ever had feelings for. Any other guy I was WITH, I secretly pretended they were you.” He paused, “Is that creepy?”
Minami laughed. “A little.” He wrapped his arms around tighter around the smaller frame. “But it’s also flattering.” He kissed the top of Nakao’s head. “And sweet.” Nakao smiled. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the broader chest behind him. The same thought was on both minds…
“I could get used to this.”