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Important Business	By : GhostStories Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 1853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Written for
the Ouran kink meme on LJ. The request was �Kyouya solo; public arousal.
Enduring a business meeting with a persistent, raging
hard-on. Bonus points
if Ayame is at the meeting; bonus internets if she
notices and/or causes the problem. End with concealed
masturbation to orgasm / masturbation in a bathroom stall post-meeting, or
whatever else you can think of.�

This had never happened to him before. It was completely
mortifying. Of course, he hid his humiliation well behind a mask of cold indifference,
but had anyone�s eyes managed to sink (for whatever reason) below his belt,
they would have been greatly surprised.

It had been a business meeting like any other business
meeting. Kyouya�s job was to do not much more that sit in the room while his father
spoke and look powerful. In this, he would learn the business (as if he didn�t
have it memorized), and potentially intimidate the man his father was doing
business with, with his stone face and clever eyes. And then the man called in
his associate, Jonouchi-San- who arrived with his
daughter.

She walked in the room, and that was really all she had to
do somehow. Kyouya�s eyes widened momentarily, which he hid by pushing his
glasses up the bridge of his nose. He could only speculate that she was there
for the same reasons as him. Elegant and sharp faced, Ayame
Jonuchi, her hair perfectly straight, sat down beside
her classmate. She turned towards him and nodded curtly in greeting.

�Kyouya.�

�Ayame,� he replied in much the
same manner. She turned away, her nose high, spectacles reflecting the light in
the room. He was about to turn back towards the meeting when, innocently
enough, he took a look at her. His eyes had merely glanced down, but he was
immediately surprised.

He�d never seen her in a business suit before, and it suited
her perfectly. And what�s more, he�d never seen her in a short skirt. He�d
never seen that much of her legs before.

Kyouya turned away as quickly as he could, but it was too
late. He could feel the arousal coursing through him, centralizing in his
groin. Unsure what to do, he learned forward over the table, his chin on his
folded hands. To the room, he looked sly and calculating. He looked like he was
hiding something all right, but no one would have guessed it was in his pants.

Ignoring the problem was not turning out to be an effective
solution. He tried to listen to the meeting, but every time Ayame
moved, he found his eyes glancing back over to her. Her prim white shirt had
one button undone, and he could see her collar bone. He wondered idly what the
next button would reveal, and the one after that. His arousal soon grew into an
uncomfortable erection, and he mentally berated himself.

He was becoming uncommonly nervous. This was a very unique
problem, and no one could know about it. But should he attempt to hide it, with
a notebook or by folding his hands in his lap, or would that only make him more
obvious?

Sitting back, he chanced another glance at his unknowing
classmate. He allowed his gaze to travel up, starting with her high-heeled
shoes, up her shapely legs- right crossed over left- up to where the lace of
her nylons met the hem of her skirt- oh Christ, lacy nylons. Never would he
have imagined he had a thing for lacy nylons, or was it just because it was Ayame wearing them?

At this point he was trying very hard to concentrate on the
meeting, but something very hard was rather drawing his attention, and he was
becoming embarrassed. He needed to take care of this. Before someone noticed
the obvious bulge pressing through his pants, or the way he kept sneaking
glances at the girl beside him. God, the things he wanted to do to her right
now. Because he knew he would never act on them, he briefly entertained an
outrageous fantasy of pulling her out into the hallway (completely private in
his mind), slamming her against a wall, tearing the buttons off her blouse,
hiking up that unreasonable short skirt and�

�Excuse me,� Kyouya politely interrupted, standing up. He
picked up his notebook for cover, and turned as quickly as he could away from
the room. Upon exiting, he headed straight for the nearest men�s room.

Locking himself into a stall, he waited for one agonizing
moment for the only other person present in the room to leave before undoing
his belt and the button to his trousers, and pulling out his achingly hard
erection. Wrapping his hand around it he began to work himself, pulling and
pumping, biting his lip, his brow furrowed as his mind raced with images of
high heels and lacy nylons and perfectly straight hair. He moved his hand
faster, his other slammed against the wall as he groped for something to hold
on to. He could feel it getting closer, that heat, that release, and he needed
it, he needed it. Short skits and undone buttons and the way her glasses reflected
the light, Christ, he was so close. He gasped involuntarily, his heart was
racing, it was right there, faster and faster, it was right there�

Finally, release. He came hard into his hand, vocalizing a
low grunt which thankfully no one was there to hear, and finally felt relief.
He sat for a moment, resting, replenishing his strength, before pulling his
pants back up and thoroughly washing his hands.

Now confident he could walk back into the meeting free of
embarrassment, he stood tall and re-entered, taking a seat beside Ayame, a small smile on his lips. He was able to pay
attention to the rest of the meeting with no problem.

Beside him, Ayame glanced over at
him briefly and then turned back. A fleeting, victorious smirk lit her face
before quickly melting back into her usual stony fa�ade.

Was it the short skirt, she wondered, or the lacy nylons? The heels, perhaps? Well, it didn�t matter any way. At least
it turned out he was human.
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