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INSPIRED BY THIS POLL. It's vague but I would not call it safe for work.
Being in camp sucked sometimes.
Yousuke remembers when he first arrived, thinking, hey, it’s gonna be the chance to lose his virginity! American girls dig foreign boys, right? He was quickly proved wrong. Baby animals got in his way, and so did tentacle monsters in the lake, as they were the only ones with the leeway to badtouch anyone who got close.
Of course, as things go in camp, time passes and boys realize they’re gay for their best friend. It complicates things a bit, but pending the day they ever get out of camp, Yousuke realizes he needs to be ready. It doesn’t matter if Souji’s a guy and it’ll be a tighter fit, if he’s going to be … bisexual, he’s not going to bottom to his best friend. No way, no chance.
But he has to be prepared for that, right?
It takes him a while to come up with the realization of what he needs to do. Movies play in camp all the time, and he distinctly remembers the voice coming from the TV. It’s like warm apple pie. The guy in the movie didn’t have too much success with that, but Yousuke’s a part of an investigation team. He can do discreet.
Only discreet in Yousuke terms means locking the bathroom on the first floor of the SEES dorms after returning from the kitchen and getting to business. After all, Tatsuya could easily come into their room, and this bathroom is rarely occupied, right?
Getting himself ready for a pie is hard work. Yousuke doesn’t immediately pull himself out, but instead remembers the guy in the movie’s actions. Stick a pair of fingers in and move them around. Dudes do things like that, too, don’t they? His lips twitch into a grimace, but then he thinks of Souji, thinks of Souji happy, and he keeps at it. Practice, practice, practice.
It’s not long until the rest of him is ready, because, like any teenage boy, thinking about sex even vaguely is enough to make him hard. He sets up the pie on the counter and pushes into it. Fortunately, he’s not very big, so he doesn’t destroy the pie immediately.
If anyone were to listen, they would hear things like, “Hey, partner, how do you like that? D-does it feel good? Oh, yeah, I can keep going harder for you.”
The problem is, Satonaka Chie isn’t the type of person to stop and listen-especially when she’s gotta go. Yousuke presses hard into the pie again when the door flings open, knocking clear off the hinges with the sound of “Galactic Punt” resounding around him. It knocks him back into the wall, and when he pushes it away, making it hit the ground with a distinct slam, he’s standing there with one hand holding a pie against his crotch.
“I-it’s not what it looks like!”
“Whoa, Yousuke,” she says, tilting her head to the side, “I didn’t know you liked to do that with food. And Rise had a bet going that you liked Souji even more than she does.”
“Why’d you come in here anyway?”
“The other bathroom’s closed for maintenance. We’re supposed to share this one for the day.”
Yousuke doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, the only sound is a piece of apple dropping from the pan onto his left sneaker.
Being in camp sucked sometimes.
Yousuke remembers when he first arrived, thinking, hey, it’s gonna be the chance to lose his virginity! American girls dig foreign boys, right? He was quickly proved wrong. Baby animals got in his way, and so did tentacle monsters in the lake, as they were the only ones with the leeway to badtouch anyone who got close.
Of course, as things go in camp, time passes and boys realize they’re gay for their best friend. It complicates things a bit, but pending the day they ever get out of camp, Yousuke realizes he needs to be ready. It doesn’t matter if Souji’s a guy and it’ll be a tighter fit, if he’s going to be … bisexual, he’s not going to bottom to his best friend. No way, no chance.
But he has to be prepared for that, right?
It takes him a while to come up with the realization of what he needs to do. Movies play in camp all the time, and he distinctly remembers the voice coming from the TV. It’s like warm apple pie. The guy in the movie didn’t have too much success with that, but Yousuke’s a part of an investigation team. He can do discreet.
Only discreet in Yousuke terms means locking the bathroom on the first floor of the SEES dorms after returning from the kitchen and getting to business. After all, Tatsuya could easily come into their room, and this bathroom is rarely occupied, right?
Getting himself ready for a pie is hard work. Yousuke doesn’t immediately pull himself out, but instead remembers the guy in the movie’s actions. Stick a pair of fingers in and move them around. Dudes do things like that, too, don’t they? His lips twitch into a grimace, but then he thinks of Souji, thinks of Souji happy, and he keeps at it. Practice, practice, practice.
It’s not long until the rest of him is ready, because, like any teenage boy, thinking about sex even vaguely is enough to make him hard. He sets up the pie on the counter and pushes into it. Fortunately, he’s not very big, so he doesn’t destroy the pie immediately.
If anyone were to listen, they would hear things like, “Hey, partner, how do you like that? D-does it feel good? Oh, yeah, I can keep going harder for you.”
The problem is, Satonaka Chie isn’t the type of person to stop and listen-especially when she’s gotta go. Yousuke presses hard into the pie again when the door flings open, knocking clear off the hinges with the sound of “Galactic Punt” resounding around him. It knocks him back into the wall, and when he pushes it away, making it hit the ground with a distinct slam, he’s standing there with one hand holding a pie against his crotch.
“I-it’s not what it looks like!”
“Whoa, Yousuke,” she says, tilting her head to the side, “I didn’t know you liked to do that with food. And Rise had a bet going that you liked Souji even more than she does.”
“Why’d you come in here anyway?”
“The other bathroom’s closed for maintenance. We’re supposed to share this one for the day.”
Yousuke doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, the only sound is a piece of apple dropping from the pan onto his left sneaker.