RP log: Ohtori Choutarou and Oshitari Yuushi
Rating: PG
When: August 16th
Where: One of the beaches.
Summary: Ohtori takes it upon himself to see Oshitari properly clothed. There are mixed results.
Digging through the bags he and Shishido had brought to the cave, Choutarou pulled out three pairs of trousers and, as an afterthought, a t-shirt that was actually a little small on him and added them to the small pile growing by his side. He hadn't brought a whole lot of extra clothing on the trip, but thankfully for the latest air-drop his mother must have raided the very recesses of Choutarou's closet and had sent quite a few things the silver-haired boy no longer wore.
Choutarou loosely folded the trousers and one of the shirts and stacked them, leaving the rest of the shirts and the pair of pyjama's on the floor of the cave. After grabbing a pair of scissors, he headed for the beach.
A little ways up from where the waves were languidly lapping at the sand Yuushi was situated under a palm tree, a pillow tucked between himself and the rough bark since apparently he had decided to eschew not only pants but shirts as well, the slowly wilting palm leaf skirt the only article of clothing he was wearing at the moment. Long legs were crossed loosely, already starting to develop a warm bronze tone from the constant exposure to the sun and little
specks of light were bouncing merrily over them as the sun peeked through the foliage above with every rustle of the leaves moving slightly in the fresh ocean breeze blowing in from the sea.
All in all, with the white sand and untouched stretch of beach it was a perfect picture for a travel agency catalog,
Choutarou picked his way down one of the paths that had been trampled these past months they'd been on the island, careful to not let any of the clothing get snagged by overhanging branches. Stumbling the last few feet onto soft sand, he kicked off his sandals, scooping them up to continue down the beach towards a small clump of trees. At this distance, all he could really discern was the tell-tale shadow of dark blue hair, but the lack of Rikkai gear or machete-bearing companion told him it was his sempai and not the other blue-haired inhabitant of the island.
"Oshitari-sempai!" He called out when he was within range, slipping a bit on the sand. When he re-gained his footing, he was close enough to see his teammate was wearing nothing but the (now rather worn) skirt and flushed slightly.
"Ah. Ohtori-kun." Glancing up from his book Yuushi greeted his kouhai with a serene smile, eyes crinkling behind the square lenses of his glasses. "You found me." Tucking a bookmark between the pages of the book he left it fall closed and put it gently next to him before focusing on thetall young man, watching Ohtori's approach with thinly veiled amusement. "I see you brought the clothes you mentioned." As if to make his point the wind picked up again and playfull ytugged at the leaves currently guarding his modesty.
Choutarou 'eep'ed slightly as Mother Nature attempted to further disrobe his sempai and hastily dropped to the ground to sort through the pile of clothes. "Y-yes, um, there's a couple pairs of trousers and I brought down a shirt as well and there's more of those up in the cave along with a pair of pyjamas..." he rambled, spreading out the various pieces of clothing. "I, um," a blush rose on his cheeks but he continued, determined to offer despite his embarrassment, "have some spare underwear as well, that's clean, but I didn't know if you wanted..."
Amused by his kouhai's embarrassment Yuushi watched him for a moment before taking pity on Ohtori's plight. "I would appreciate that - If you leave them off too often things start to chafe in my experience....at least in pants." He gave the palm skirt a fond flick. "Not like this beauty here." Picking up one of the shirts he gave it a curious once over. "This isn't really your usual style, is it Ohtori-kun? Though I am most appreciative of your generosity."
Choutarou nodded, carefully keeping his eyes on his sempai's face, as opposed to...elsewhere. "It's a bit old, Okaasan must have been raiding the back of my closet - I think it ought to fit, though." And it was in decent enough condition, Choutarou was generally good to his clothes, and for a while he had been growing so fast they'd hardly gotten used.
"Shall we give it a try then?" Rising to his feet in a fluid motion Yuushi brushed the sand off of the back of his legs before picking up one of the pair of trousers and holding it up to his hips for a moment before bending over to slip into them. "But you have to be honest Ohtori-kun."
"Of course, Oshitari-sempai," Choutarou responded automatically. Though Yuushi was still wearing his...skirt, Choutarou nevertheless averted his eyes as his sempai dressed. Really, it would be such a relief to see him wearing something decent, if strange that the "something decent" was some of his old things.
The blue haired tensai nodded in satisfaction "I knew I could rely on you Ohtori-kun." Pulling the pants up his legs Yuushi straightened, pushing the palm leaves aside to see what he was doing as he fastened them. "There." Letting the leaves fall back into place he posed for his kouhai. "What do you think?"
Choutarou blinked. "Well," he started, "it could do without the skirt." The drooping palm fronds really were looking worse for the wear - it was a good thing he had brought clothes over now or the 'skirt' might have fallen apart, and then where would they be? "But other than that..." There were a few inches of bagging fabric around his sempai's ankles, but nothing too bad. "Does it fit at the waist alright?" Absentmindedly, he reached up to slip a few fingers in the waistband and tug, the way his mother always did when he was buying clothes.
Feeling skilled fingers slip under his waistband and brush against the bare skin of his hip Yuushi raised an amused eyebrow at Ohtori, wondering if the musician had forgotten the issue with his underwear, namely that there was none. "It's a little tight," he pointed out, but then compared to the loose fit of the skirt even most things he owned would feel like that. "More important however -" Pulling away with a smile he tugged the skirt off, finally, before turning and awarding Ohtori with the close up view of his rear. "-Does it make my ass look big?"
Choutarou's relief at the skirt at last being discarded was short lived as he was abruptly resented with his sempai's rear end. He 'eeped' and hastily scooted back before remembering that Yuushi would probably want an answer, regardless of how he felt on the subject. "Um..." he stammered, blushing. "No?"
"Are you sure?" Glancing over his shoulder Yuushi raised an eyebrow at his kouhai. "You don't sound sure." He smirked slightly, charmed by the blush and the mortified look on the younger boy's face. "You promised me you would be honest, didn't you, Ohtori-kun."
"I'm sure," Choutarou managed, blush deepening. Having been given something else to look at, he kept his eyes firmly on his sempai's face. "You look fine, Sempai." Now if they could just get a shirt on him, things would finally be heading in the right direction.
"Hm" Tugging the pants down a little so the waistband stopped bellow his belly button and they hugged his hips just so, Yuushi finally nodded in satisfaction and turned back to Ohtori. "Now we just need to trim them down a little." Teasing Ohtori was all good fun, but he didn't want to scandalize the poor boy too much and risk scaring him off for good, plus he really was grateful for the donated clothing. After all, he'd had to pack light, and after the wine for Atobe and a few books for himself there hadn't been a lot of space for a change of clothing - or much of anything, really.
"Would you like to do the honors, Ohtori-kun?"
"Well, I can't cut them while they're onyou," Choutarou said hesitantly, picking up the scissors. Perhaps he could make a small cut in the fabric at the length Yuushi wanted, and then once the trousers were off use that as a mark. "How long do you want them?" He gestured somewhere around Yuushi's knees - it was terribly warm on the island, but length was good protection for sun and bugs and general jungle hazards, so really it was up to his sempai.
“Hm...." Yuushi peeked at the earnestly concentrated look on his kouhai's face and had to bite back a chuckle. "I suppose it will be almost like the tennis team again then." The third year gestured to an inch or so above his knees. "If you'd be so kind, Ohtori-kun?"
"I suppose so," Choutarou said ruefully, carefully lining up the scissors. Hovering them just above Yuushi's knee, he took a small pinch of fabric and, at his sempai's nod, made a small cut to mark the length. "There we go," he said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "Slip those off and I'll cut them the rest of the way and then we can mark one of the other pairs."
Both eyebrows jumped up but who was he to deny Ohtori's request? Yuushi kept his face carefully neutral as he unzipped the pants again and let them slide down his legs. Ohtori did remember the fact that he was naked under them - right?
Choutarou did, in fact, on some level remember that Yuushi wasn't wearing anything - but somehow it hadn't quite clicked that asking the other boy to switch trousers would result in his sempai being brazen enough to simply strip. It wasn't as though he hadn't caught glimpses before, several years of sharing a locker room combined with Yuushi's general lack of shame made that unavoidable, but he certainly hadn't been on his knees at the time. His blush, which had at last begun to fade, came back in full force as he let out a small squeak of shock.
"Is everything all right Ohtori-kun?" Stepping out of the pants in question Yuushi leaned down to peer at the wide brown eyes. "Did you see a snake?" He glanced behind him to make sure there was no wild animal about to pounce and devour them both next and once that possibility was eliminated followed the petrified stare of his underclassman, leading him right back to, well, himself. "Oh dear me." The tensai chuckled and reached down to cup and cover himself lazily. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Another glance around found his skirt halfway behind the tree and he twisted around partway to scoop it up with his free hand, holding it up afterward like a make shift over sized fig leaf. "There, is that better?"
Shivering as Yuushi casually cupped himself, Choutarou dropped his eyes to the pile of clothes, blush deepening. He nodded jerkily at his sempai's question, a quick glance enough to ascertain the other boy was again covered. After a moment, he grabbed another pair of trousers and silently held them up, taking the discarded pair and laying them out on the sand to shorten them.
Slipping the next pair on without much further ado Yuushi crouched and tilted his head to the side to catch a glimpse of Ohtori's face, determining that it was still bright red. "My apologies Ohtori-kun." he drawled gently, reaching out and giving a firm shoulder a light pat. "I didn't mean to offend your sensibilities."
Nodding, Choutarou took a deep breath and forced a smile. "It's alright, Oshitari-sempai." Things were much better now that the other boy was wearing something. And truly it was less offense and more a buzzing mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something else he didn't dare put a name to but felt awfully similar to what happened when Shishido kissed him. Adjusting the lay of the discarded trousers on the sand, Choutarou lined up the scissors with the mark he'd made. “Just let me cut these and then we can deal with the one’s you're wearing."
"Be my guest." Yuushi gestured gallantly then leaned back against the tree to watch Ohtori tailor is new pants into shorts, a rather adorable look of concentration on the musician's features. On the inside though a new potentially insidious idea was growing roots in his mind "How are you doing Ohtori-kun? Still feeling homesick?"
"Hm? Oh. A little, I suppose," Choutarou said absentmindedly, focusing on keeping the legs of Yuushi's new shorts even in length. A few last snips and he brushed the leftover fabric aside, holding up the finished shorts to shake the sand off them and fold them loosely. "But I'm alright." Looking up to smile at his sempai, blush mostly faded, he adjusted his grip on the scissors and beckoned the other boy closer. "How about you, Oshitari-sempai? How are you faring?"
"I'm doing quite well Ohtori-kun." Pushing off of the tree Yuushi sauntered back towards his kohai."Being here has given me a unique opportunity to get to know the many fascinating people on the other teams." He smiled serenely as he came to a stop in front of Ohtori. "Maybe something a little shorter this time? One has to have variety after all."
Shorter? Choutarou blinked. The previous length had been a perfectly decent length for shorts, and really his sempai probably needed the protection from sun and bugs and jungle...things. "Um, alright," Choutarou said hesitantly. "You mean about...here or so?" Gently, he lay the scissors to rest just two or so inches above Yuushi's knee, perhaps an inch or so shorter than here the previous pair had fallen.
"Why not." Yusuhi nodded his agreement and held perfectly still while Ohtori busied himself with making the mark. "You might want to turn away now as I need to remove my pants again." He warned once the second year was done, doing his best to keep the smirk pushing against his lips from surfacing. Generally people tended not to be afraid of him taking his pants off - but then they also tended not to be dating his best friend.
Blushing again, Choutarou nodded and hastily fixed his gaze on the ground. At least Yuushi had warned him this time, instead of just stripping. Perhaps he should have brought some pairs of boxers down with him - but it honestly hadn't occurred to him that his sempai was perhaps wearing nothing under his "skirt".
Rustling out of the pants to be altered Yuushi handed them to Ohtori, amused by the downcast eyes. "Here - why don't you cut these off and I'll put on the next pair." He suggested, leaning past his kohai to pick up the last pair, his hips almost bumping into the fair haired head.
Hesitantly, Choutarou took the offered pair of trousers, shaking out the wrinkles and keeping his eyes firmly on the ground. At the almost-press of his sempai's body he froze, fists clenching in the fabric until Yuushi had moved away. Swallowing, Choutarou lay out the second pair of pants, picking up the scissors and hunting for the small mark he'd made. Surely Yuushi coming that close had been unintentional, there was no reason to make a fuss.
Slipping the pants on Yuushi fastened them, pleased to note that they seemed to ride lower than the others, a hint of his hipbones peaking out above the waistband. "I think these might be my favourites." He decided, waiting until Ohtori was done with shortening the second pair before slipping the scissors from his grip. "I think this length would look good, what do you think?" Holding the scissors up he indicated a length of shorts that ended just low enough to avoid cutting into the pockets.
Starting slightly at the scissors being taken from him, Choutarou looked up to see Yuushi indicating a length that would have been considered short for boxer shorts. Eyes widening, he snatched the scissors back. "Oshitari-sempai!" He couldn't possibly be serious.
"What?" Raising an eyebrow at Ohtori's scandalized outburst Yuushi smiled calmly at his kohai. "We're not at school where the skirts have to be a certain length." Not that most Hyotei students
bothered with that particular rule considering how many girls happened to have accidentally flashed their unmentionables at him in his time.
"These are the most comfortable." He held his hand out for the scissors again and winked. "Don't worry, if anybody complains we can say it was my fault."
Choutarou clutched the scissors closer and shook his head, blushing. "Oshitari-sempai, no-" He knew his sempai had different...fashion ideas, so to speak, then he did, but too much was too much. "You wouldn't even be able to wear anything underthem-"
A moment of silence passed between them then Yuushi's other eyebrow joined the first. "So?"
Choutarou meant to respond, really, he did, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a soft sort of squeak. Shaking his head, he tried again. "But...Oshitari-sempai...It's really not..." Dammit he used to wear those trousers and he didn't know if he could deal with Yuushi wearing them as shorts at that length.
"It'll be fine." Yuushi promised, using the surprise momentum to sneak the scissors from Ohtori's death grip again and making the first cut. Ohtori might not have realized it in all their years on the same time but it was rather difficult to keep the tensai from doing what he wanted to do.
"It will not be-" Choutarou cut himself off with a horrified yelp as Yuushi grabbed the scissors and began cutting. "Oshitari-sempai!! What are you doing?" He couldn't possibly be intending to wear those - which in addition to all the other problems also wasted a pair of what could have been perfectly good shorts.
"I'm cutting them to size." Glancing over at Ohtori Yuushi chuckled. "Don't look like that Ohtori-kun. One pair of short shorts won't mean the end of civilization as we know it."
"Define 'size'," Choutarou said weakly, watching horrified as Yuushi continued on his quest to mangle a former pair of Choutarou's trousers. "You're not really going to wear those, are you?"
"Don't be silly, of course I will." Twisting at the waist Yuushi started to cut the back of the newly created shorts, the edge more ragged than he would have liked but the best he could do at the moment. "They are almost as comfortable as the skirt." He added, glancing back to give Ohtori a reassuring smile.
The skirt. That damn skirt that had started this whole godawful mess. Choutarou glanced at where it had been discarded. At least it had had some length to it. Looking back, he saw to his dismay that Yuushi had finished his short-making. Closing his eyes briefly, he forced a smile. "How nice."
"There we go." Greatly pleased with himself Yuushi handed the scissors back to his underclassman and stepped out of the now useless pants legs. "It seems like a waste to throw this much fabric away....I wonder if Kite could find a use for these." He knelt to scoop up the rest of the pants and the cast off fabric, the short shorts proving to do an admirable though ultimately futile job in trying to cover his backside to modest degree.
"You don't mind if I keep these, do you Ohtori-kun?"
"Go ahead," Choutarou said weakly, taking the scissors. At least someone would get decent use out of his clothes. Carefully setting the scissors down, he rubbed a hand over his eyes. He'd forgotten how often one-on-one dealings with Yuushi left him with a headache.
Folding everything neatly Yuushi gave Ohtori a curious look at the younger boys pained expression. "Is everything all right Ohtori-kun? Did you get something in your eyes? You know you shouldn't rub if that's the case." Shifting closer he gently captured Ohtori's wrist and tugged it away from the taller teen's eyes. "Here, let me see..."
Choutarou started slightly when Yuushi grabbed his wrist, and hastily pulled up a smile. "No, no - I'm fine, Oshitari-sempai, just a little light headed." He was due for lunch shortly, or perhaps he'd hadn't had enough water that day. Or perhaps it was because his sempai was still indecently clothed and in fabric that was vaguely recognizable as a pair of Choutarou's old trousers.
"Are you sure?" Still holding on to Ohtori's wrist Yuushi pressed cool fingers to a warm forehead. "You should lie down somewhere in the shade and drink some water maybe, in case you've gotten a sunstroke." He prescribed smoothly as he cupped Ohtori's chin and leaned closer to give him a critical once over. "Your eyes are clear and you don't seem to be too dehydrated yet." He concluded after tugging down his kohai's bottom lip with his thumb for a moment to check the colour of his gums. "Do you have a headache?"
It took Choutarou a moment to respond. Yuushi's hand was cool against his forehead, the rasp of tennis calluses against his lips made his pulse jump and head spin in a thoroughly disconcerting way. "A...a small one?" he managed, finally. "Perhaps I should lie down..."
“That's probably a good idea." Yuushi allowed his fingers to slide up and through Ohtori's hair in a soothing gesture before getting to his feet and offering it to his junior as support. "Come on, I'll help you to Oishi-sensei's infirmary cave and he can keep an eye on you there."
Choutarou nodded silently, taking the proffered hand and letting his sempai pull him to his feet. Once standing, albeit with one waver, he let go and murmured his thanks. The infirmary. Focus on that. It would be cool, and dry, and have water. Maybe there he could wipe the last hour or so from his mind, and then things would go back to normal?
"Lets go then." Picking up the scissors and pants Yuushi tucked everything under one arm then took Ohtori's elbow with the other. "Lean on me if you feel faint, all right?"
Blushing again, Choutarou nodded once and then headed for the path, resisting the urge to point out he'd be a lot less likely to feel faint if Yuushi would let go of his elbow. But that would involve a conversation he didn't particularly feel up to having, and so he resigned himself to remaining in close proximity to his short-shorted sempai, at least until they got to the infirmary.
When: August 16th
Where: One of the beaches.
Summary: Ohtori takes it upon himself to see Oshitari properly clothed. There are mixed results.
Digging through the bags he and Shishido had brought to the cave, Choutarou pulled out three pairs of trousers and, as an afterthought, a t-shirt that was actually a little small on him and added them to the small pile growing by his side. He hadn't brought a whole lot of extra clothing on the trip, but thankfully for the latest air-drop his mother must have raided the very recesses of Choutarou's closet and had sent quite a few things the silver-haired boy no longer wore.
Choutarou loosely folded the trousers and one of the shirts and stacked them, leaving the rest of the shirts and the pair of pyjama's on the floor of the cave. After grabbing a pair of scissors, he headed for the beach.
A little ways up from where the waves were languidly lapping at the sand Yuushi was situated under a palm tree, a pillow tucked between himself and the rough bark since apparently he had decided to eschew not only pants but shirts as well, the slowly wilting palm leaf skirt the only article of clothing he was wearing at the moment. Long legs were crossed loosely, already starting to develop a warm bronze tone from the constant exposure to the sun and little
specks of light were bouncing merrily over them as the sun peeked through the foliage above with every rustle of the leaves moving slightly in the fresh ocean breeze blowing in from the sea.
All in all, with the white sand and untouched stretch of beach it was a perfect picture for a travel agency catalog,
Choutarou picked his way down one of the paths that had been trampled these past months they'd been on the island, careful to not let any of the clothing get snagged by overhanging branches. Stumbling the last few feet onto soft sand, he kicked off his sandals, scooping them up to continue down the beach towards a small clump of trees. At this distance, all he could really discern was the tell-tale shadow of dark blue hair, but the lack of Rikkai gear or machete-bearing companion told him it was his sempai and not the other blue-haired inhabitant of the island.
"Oshitari-sempai!" He called out when he was within range, slipping a bit on the sand. When he re-gained his footing, he was close enough to see his teammate was wearing nothing but the (now rather worn) skirt and flushed slightly.
"Ah. Ohtori-kun." Glancing up from his book Yuushi greeted his kouhai with a serene smile, eyes crinkling behind the square lenses of his glasses. "You found me." Tucking a bookmark between the pages of the book he left it fall closed and put it gently next to him before focusing on thetall young man, watching Ohtori's approach with thinly veiled amusement. "I see you brought the clothes you mentioned." As if to make his point the wind picked up again and playfull ytugged at the leaves currently guarding his modesty.
Choutarou 'eep'ed slightly as Mother Nature attempted to further disrobe his sempai and hastily dropped to the ground to sort through the pile of clothes. "Y-yes, um, there's a couple pairs of trousers and I brought down a shirt as well and there's more of those up in the cave along with a pair of pyjamas..." he rambled, spreading out the various pieces of clothing. "I, um," a blush rose on his cheeks but he continued, determined to offer despite his embarrassment, "have some spare underwear as well, that's clean, but I didn't know if you wanted..."
Amused by his kouhai's embarrassment Yuushi watched him for a moment before taking pity on Ohtori's plight. "I would appreciate that - If you leave them off too often things start to chafe in my experience....at least in pants." He gave the palm skirt a fond flick. "Not like this beauty here." Picking up one of the shirts he gave it a curious once over. "This isn't really your usual style, is it Ohtori-kun? Though I am most appreciative of your generosity."
Choutarou nodded, carefully keeping his eyes on his sempai's face, as opposed to...elsewhere. "It's a bit old, Okaasan must have been raiding the back of my closet - I think it ought to fit, though." And it was in decent enough condition, Choutarou was generally good to his clothes, and for a while he had been growing so fast they'd hardly gotten used.
"Shall we give it a try then?" Rising to his feet in a fluid motion Yuushi brushed the sand off of the back of his legs before picking up one of the pair of trousers and holding it up to his hips for a moment before bending over to slip into them. "But you have to be honest Ohtori-kun."
"Of course, Oshitari-sempai," Choutarou responded automatically. Though Yuushi was still wearing his...skirt, Choutarou nevertheless averted his eyes as his sempai dressed. Really, it would be such a relief to see him wearing something decent, if strange that the "something decent" was some of his old things.
The blue haired tensai nodded in satisfaction "I knew I could rely on you Ohtori-kun." Pulling the pants up his legs Yuushi straightened, pushing the palm leaves aside to see what he was doing as he fastened them. "There." Letting the leaves fall back into place he posed for his kouhai. "What do you think?"
Choutarou blinked. "Well," he started, "it could do without the skirt." The drooping palm fronds really were looking worse for the wear - it was a good thing he had brought clothes over now or the 'skirt' might have fallen apart, and then where would they be? "But other than that..." There were a few inches of bagging fabric around his sempai's ankles, but nothing too bad. "Does it fit at the waist alright?" Absentmindedly, he reached up to slip a few fingers in the waistband and tug, the way his mother always did when he was buying clothes.
Feeling skilled fingers slip under his waistband and brush against the bare skin of his hip Yuushi raised an amused eyebrow at Ohtori, wondering if the musician had forgotten the issue with his underwear, namely that there was none. "It's a little tight," he pointed out, but then compared to the loose fit of the skirt even most things he owned would feel like that. "More important however -" Pulling away with a smile he tugged the skirt off, finally, before turning and awarding Ohtori with the close up view of his rear. "-Does it make my ass look big?"
Choutarou's relief at the skirt at last being discarded was short lived as he was abruptly resented with his sempai's rear end. He 'eeped' and hastily scooted back before remembering that Yuushi would probably want an answer, regardless of how he felt on the subject. "Um..." he stammered, blushing. "No?"
"Are you sure?" Glancing over his shoulder Yuushi raised an eyebrow at his kouhai. "You don't sound sure." He smirked slightly, charmed by the blush and the mortified look on the younger boy's face. "You promised me you would be honest, didn't you, Ohtori-kun."
"I'm sure," Choutarou managed, blush deepening. Having been given something else to look at, he kept his eyes firmly on his sempai's face. "You look fine, Sempai." Now if they could just get a shirt on him, things would finally be heading in the right direction.
"Hm" Tugging the pants down a little so the waistband stopped bellow his belly button and they hugged his hips just so, Yuushi finally nodded in satisfaction and turned back to Ohtori. "Now we just need to trim them down a little." Teasing Ohtori was all good fun, but he didn't want to scandalize the poor boy too much and risk scaring him off for good, plus he really was grateful for the donated clothing. After all, he'd had to pack light, and after the wine for Atobe and a few books for himself there hadn't been a lot of space for a change of clothing - or much of anything, really.
"Would you like to do the honors, Ohtori-kun?"
"Well, I can't cut them while they're onyou," Choutarou said hesitantly, picking up the scissors. Perhaps he could make a small cut in the fabric at the length Yuushi wanted, and then once the trousers were off use that as a mark. "How long do you want them?" He gestured somewhere around Yuushi's knees - it was terribly warm on the island, but length was good protection for sun and bugs and general jungle hazards, so really it was up to his sempai.
“Hm...." Yuushi peeked at the earnestly concentrated look on his kouhai's face and had to bite back a chuckle. "I suppose it will be almost like the tennis team again then." The third year gestured to an inch or so above his knees. "If you'd be so kind, Ohtori-kun?"
"I suppose so," Choutarou said ruefully, carefully lining up the scissors. Hovering them just above Yuushi's knee, he took a small pinch of fabric and, at his sempai's nod, made a small cut to mark the length. "There we go," he said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "Slip those off and I'll cut them the rest of the way and then we can mark one of the other pairs."
Both eyebrows jumped up but who was he to deny Ohtori's request? Yuushi kept his face carefully neutral as he unzipped the pants again and let them slide down his legs. Ohtori did remember the fact that he was naked under them - right?
Choutarou did, in fact, on some level remember that Yuushi wasn't wearing anything - but somehow it hadn't quite clicked that asking the other boy to switch trousers would result in his sempai being brazen enough to simply strip. It wasn't as though he hadn't caught glimpses before, several years of sharing a locker room combined with Yuushi's general lack of shame made that unavoidable, but he certainly hadn't been on his knees at the time. His blush, which had at last begun to fade, came back in full force as he let out a small squeak of shock.
"Is everything all right Ohtori-kun?" Stepping out of the pants in question Yuushi leaned down to peer at the wide brown eyes. "Did you see a snake?" He glanced behind him to make sure there was no wild animal about to pounce and devour them both next and once that possibility was eliminated followed the petrified stare of his underclassman, leading him right back to, well, himself. "Oh dear me." The tensai chuckled and reached down to cup and cover himself lazily. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Another glance around found his skirt halfway behind the tree and he twisted around partway to scoop it up with his free hand, holding it up afterward like a make shift over sized fig leaf. "There, is that better?"
Shivering as Yuushi casually cupped himself, Choutarou dropped his eyes to the pile of clothes, blush deepening. He nodded jerkily at his sempai's question, a quick glance enough to ascertain the other boy was again covered. After a moment, he grabbed another pair of trousers and silently held them up, taking the discarded pair and laying them out on the sand to shorten them.
Slipping the next pair on without much further ado Yuushi crouched and tilted his head to the side to catch a glimpse of Ohtori's face, determining that it was still bright red. "My apologies Ohtori-kun." he drawled gently, reaching out and giving a firm shoulder a light pat. "I didn't mean to offend your sensibilities."
Nodding, Choutarou took a deep breath and forced a smile. "It's alright, Oshitari-sempai." Things were much better now that the other boy was wearing something. And truly it was less offense and more a buzzing mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something else he didn't dare put a name to but felt awfully similar to what happened when Shishido kissed him. Adjusting the lay of the discarded trousers on the sand, Choutarou lined up the scissors with the mark he'd made. “Just let me cut these and then we can deal with the one’s you're wearing."
"Be my guest." Yuushi gestured gallantly then leaned back against the tree to watch Ohtori tailor is new pants into shorts, a rather adorable look of concentration on the musician's features. On the inside though a new potentially insidious idea was growing roots in his mind "How are you doing Ohtori-kun? Still feeling homesick?"
"Hm? Oh. A little, I suppose," Choutarou said absentmindedly, focusing on keeping the legs of Yuushi's new shorts even in length. A few last snips and he brushed the leftover fabric aside, holding up the finished shorts to shake the sand off them and fold them loosely. "But I'm alright." Looking up to smile at his sempai, blush mostly faded, he adjusted his grip on the scissors and beckoned the other boy closer. "How about you, Oshitari-sempai? How are you faring?"
"I'm doing quite well Ohtori-kun." Pushing off of the tree Yuushi sauntered back towards his kohai."Being here has given me a unique opportunity to get to know the many fascinating people on the other teams." He smiled serenely as he came to a stop in front of Ohtori. "Maybe something a little shorter this time? One has to have variety after all."
Shorter? Choutarou blinked. The previous length had been a perfectly decent length for shorts, and really his sempai probably needed the protection from sun and bugs and jungle...things. "Um, alright," Choutarou said hesitantly. "You mean about...here or so?" Gently, he lay the scissors to rest just two or so inches above Yuushi's knee, perhaps an inch or so shorter than here the previous pair had fallen.
"Why not." Yusuhi nodded his agreement and held perfectly still while Ohtori busied himself with making the mark. "You might want to turn away now as I need to remove my pants again." He warned once the second year was done, doing his best to keep the smirk pushing against his lips from surfacing. Generally people tended not to be afraid of him taking his pants off - but then they also tended not to be dating his best friend.
Blushing again, Choutarou nodded and hastily fixed his gaze on the ground. At least Yuushi had warned him this time, instead of just stripping. Perhaps he should have brought some pairs of boxers down with him - but it honestly hadn't occurred to him that his sempai was perhaps wearing nothing under his "skirt".
Rustling out of the pants to be altered Yuushi handed them to Ohtori, amused by the downcast eyes. "Here - why don't you cut these off and I'll put on the next pair." He suggested, leaning past his kohai to pick up the last pair, his hips almost bumping into the fair haired head.
Hesitantly, Choutarou took the offered pair of trousers, shaking out the wrinkles and keeping his eyes firmly on the ground. At the almost-press of his sempai's body he froze, fists clenching in the fabric until Yuushi had moved away. Swallowing, Choutarou lay out the second pair of pants, picking up the scissors and hunting for the small mark he'd made. Surely Yuushi coming that close had been unintentional, there was no reason to make a fuss.
Slipping the pants on Yuushi fastened them, pleased to note that they seemed to ride lower than the others, a hint of his hipbones peaking out above the waistband. "I think these might be my favourites." He decided, waiting until Ohtori was done with shortening the second pair before slipping the scissors from his grip. "I think this length would look good, what do you think?" Holding the scissors up he indicated a length of shorts that ended just low enough to avoid cutting into the pockets.
Starting slightly at the scissors being taken from him, Choutarou looked up to see Yuushi indicating a length that would have been considered short for boxer shorts. Eyes widening, he snatched the scissors back. "Oshitari-sempai!" He couldn't possibly be serious.
"What?" Raising an eyebrow at Ohtori's scandalized outburst Yuushi smiled calmly at his kohai. "We're not at school where the skirts have to be a certain length." Not that most Hyotei students
bothered with that particular rule considering how many girls happened to have accidentally flashed their unmentionables at him in his time.
"These are the most comfortable." He held his hand out for the scissors again and winked. "Don't worry, if anybody complains we can say it was my fault."
Choutarou clutched the scissors closer and shook his head, blushing. "Oshitari-sempai, no-" He knew his sempai had different...fashion ideas, so to speak, then he did, but too much was too much. "You wouldn't even be able to wear anything underthem-"
A moment of silence passed between them then Yuushi's other eyebrow joined the first. "So?"
Choutarou meant to respond, really, he did, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a soft sort of squeak. Shaking his head, he tried again. "But...Oshitari-sempai...It's really not..." Dammit he used to wear those trousers and he didn't know if he could deal with Yuushi wearing them as shorts at that length.
"It'll be fine." Yuushi promised, using the surprise momentum to sneak the scissors from Ohtori's death grip again and making the first cut. Ohtori might not have realized it in all their years on the same time but it was rather difficult to keep the tensai from doing what he wanted to do.
"It will not be-" Choutarou cut himself off with a horrified yelp as Yuushi grabbed the scissors and began cutting. "Oshitari-sempai!! What are you doing?" He couldn't possibly be intending to wear those - which in addition to all the other problems also wasted a pair of what could have been perfectly good shorts.
"I'm cutting them to size." Glancing over at Ohtori Yuushi chuckled. "Don't look like that Ohtori-kun. One pair of short shorts won't mean the end of civilization as we know it."
"Define 'size'," Choutarou said weakly, watching horrified as Yuushi continued on his quest to mangle a former pair of Choutarou's trousers. "You're not really going to wear those, are you?"
"Don't be silly, of course I will." Twisting at the waist Yuushi started to cut the back of the newly created shorts, the edge more ragged than he would have liked but the best he could do at the moment. "They are almost as comfortable as the skirt." He added, glancing back to give Ohtori a reassuring smile.
The skirt. That damn skirt that had started this whole godawful mess. Choutarou glanced at where it had been discarded. At least it had had some length to it. Looking back, he saw to his dismay that Yuushi had finished his short-making. Closing his eyes briefly, he forced a smile. "How nice."
"There we go." Greatly pleased with himself Yuushi handed the scissors back to his underclassman and stepped out of the now useless pants legs. "It seems like a waste to throw this much fabric away....I wonder if Kite could find a use for these." He knelt to scoop up the rest of the pants and the cast off fabric, the short shorts proving to do an admirable though ultimately futile job in trying to cover his backside to modest degree.
"You don't mind if I keep these, do you Ohtori-kun?"
"Go ahead," Choutarou said weakly, taking the scissors. At least someone would get decent use out of his clothes. Carefully setting the scissors down, he rubbed a hand over his eyes. He'd forgotten how often one-on-one dealings with Yuushi left him with a headache.
Folding everything neatly Yuushi gave Ohtori a curious look at the younger boys pained expression. "Is everything all right Ohtori-kun? Did you get something in your eyes? You know you shouldn't rub if that's the case." Shifting closer he gently captured Ohtori's wrist and tugged it away from the taller teen's eyes. "Here, let me see..."
Choutarou started slightly when Yuushi grabbed his wrist, and hastily pulled up a smile. "No, no - I'm fine, Oshitari-sempai, just a little light headed." He was due for lunch shortly, or perhaps he'd hadn't had enough water that day. Or perhaps it was because his sempai was still indecently clothed and in fabric that was vaguely recognizable as a pair of Choutarou's old trousers.
"Are you sure?" Still holding on to Ohtori's wrist Yuushi pressed cool fingers to a warm forehead. "You should lie down somewhere in the shade and drink some water maybe, in case you've gotten a sunstroke." He prescribed smoothly as he cupped Ohtori's chin and leaned closer to give him a critical once over. "Your eyes are clear and you don't seem to be too dehydrated yet." He concluded after tugging down his kohai's bottom lip with his thumb for a moment to check the colour of his gums. "Do you have a headache?"
It took Choutarou a moment to respond. Yuushi's hand was cool against his forehead, the rasp of tennis calluses against his lips made his pulse jump and head spin in a thoroughly disconcerting way. "A...a small one?" he managed, finally. "Perhaps I should lie down..."
“That's probably a good idea." Yuushi allowed his fingers to slide up and through Ohtori's hair in a soothing gesture before getting to his feet and offering it to his junior as support. "Come on, I'll help you to Oishi-sensei's infirmary cave and he can keep an eye on you there."
Choutarou nodded silently, taking the proffered hand and letting his sempai pull him to his feet. Once standing, albeit with one waver, he let go and murmured his thanks. The infirmary. Focus on that. It would be cool, and dry, and have water. Maybe there he could wipe the last hour or so from his mind, and then things would go back to normal?
"Lets go then." Picking up the scissors and pants Yuushi tucked everything under one arm then took Ohtori's elbow with the other. "Lean on me if you feel faint, all right?"
Blushing again, Choutarou nodded once and then headed for the path, resisting the urge to point out he'd be a lot less likely to feel faint if Yuushi would let go of his elbow. But that would involve a conversation he didn't particularly feel up to having, and so he resigned himself to remaining in close proximity to his short-shorted sempai, at least until they got to the infirmary.