[Fic] KH -- Project Runaway (WIP)
Title: Project Runaway
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Warnings: Yaoi (boy on boy ackshuuuun), crossdressing, people looking fierce, and you know, smut. Also maybe school uniforms. >_>;;
Notes: A very belated gift for questofdreams for a series of pictures that had Riku in a skirt. ♥ I was challenged to write the situation to get Riku in that skirt in the first place. And forgive me for the lame title. .___.;; It was the best I could come up with.
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Sora decides that the whole situation is Riku's fault because he's an overachiever.
He's in his own home, but has been banished to the kitchen by Kairi and Selphie and Riku has said nothing in his defense, just letting the girls shove him into the kitchen with his trigonometry homework and a smile. Sora vaguely thinks this is unfair, since this is his house, but being in the kitchen means being closer to the snacks, so he's willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good, or something like that.
This whole situation must be Riku's doing somehow. Afterall, it's not his fault that Riku, Kairi and Selphie have to work on their school project together to get it finished before the weekend. And it's also not his fault that Riku's class schedule is so packed with higher-level classes (Calculus instead of Trig, Classic Literature instead of English, and that funny Pre-Nautical Civilizations class from the community college instead of History) that he was forced to take Home Economics instead of Woodshop the way Sora, Tidus and Wakka are. Sora has heard all the complaints and curses that have spilled from Riku's mouth ("Girls! They're all girls! And they keep staring at me!") and helped put colorful band-aids on Riku's fingers ("Those stupid needles are so sharp!"), and pretty much the only saving grace is that Kairi is in the class with him. But Riku's mom really loved the shawl he managed to crochet for her for Mother's Day, so it must be okay.
Still, Sora isn't quite sure why they're all at his house. All he remembers when Selphie and Kairi bullied their way through his front door (Riku was following behind carrying a huge armful of things), was something about Kairi's parents having some sort of social party, Selphie not owning a sewing machine, and Riku locking himself into his room if they went to his house. So now they're all camped in Sora's mother's sewing room, the sounds of snipping, the girls gossip, the sewing machine whirring, and Riku's curses as he stabs himself with a needle for the millionth time filling the air. Kairi had also pulled Sora to the side during a break to warn him not to let Riku run away or lock himself anywhere, and Sora is not quite sure why Riku would want to run away (unless he becomes a human pin cushion), but the look in Kairi's eyes is kind of scary and he hastily agrees.
He's in the middle of trying to figure out sines and cosines and wondering if he's allowed to ask Riku for help, when there's a sudden crashing noise from upstairs and what sounds like a fight. Sora bolts up from his seat and runs for the stairs (even after a year, he's still got his battle reflexes) and is just in time to hear Selphie's voice ring down the hallway.
"RIKU YOU TRY THAT ON FOR US OR WE'LL MAKE IT EVEN WORSE FOR YOU."
Sora freezes halfway up the stairwell, because when Selphie gets that tone in her voice, he's not sure he wants to be in the area because he might get dragged in. Riku's voice grumbles something he can't quite make out, and finally Kairi's voice raises as well.
"Riku! You know we have to make sure that'll fit our model! Just try it on so we can adjust it if we need to and then we can finish."
Riku doesn't respond, but the slamming of Sora's bathroom door is answer enough. Sora grins alittle to himself because Kairi can get Riku to do almost anything, so he goes back to his homework (but mostly goes back to raiding the fridge). He manages to ignore the sounds of outrage coming from upstairs, as well as the excited squealing, and decides he's not sure he wants to know.
Sora's has just finished another ice cream bar when the most unexpected thing happens. Riku's voice is a low murmur upstairs that gradually rises in volume, and Kairi and Selphie are giggling like loons.
"SORA COME UPSTAIRS THERE'S SOMETHING WE NEED YOU FOR."
"What?! Selphie, no!"
Sora has no time to even think because Selphie has appeared at his side, dragging him up the stairs and shoving him towards his closed bathroom door, and then she and Kairi disappear back down the stairs, laughing the whole way.
"Help Riku out, Sora!"
"Yeah, and don't let him ruin our outfit! It's our final grade!"
The front door slams shut, and there is utter silence, except for what sounds like Riku punching his bathroom door repeatedly.
"Uhhh... Riku, what's going on?" Sora asks.
The dull thudding noise stops momentarily.
"I knew it was a trick."
"What was a trick? I thought you guys had to finish your project? Did you do something wrong?"
"What I did wrong was to trust those girls!"
Sora's not sure what to say to that, and shifts awkwardly on his feet. It's kind of hard to have a conversation when there's a slab of wood blocking you. And didn't Kairi say that he shouldn't let Riku lock himself up anywhere?
"Look, I'm sure it's not so bad. I mean, Kairi and Selphie were smiling and laughing, so why don't you open that--"
"NO."
Sora crosses his arms over his chest, getting a little peeved by Riku's actions. "You know, I can get through that lock really easy..."
He can practically feel the glare Riku is shooting at him, and wonders why the door hasn't burst into flames yet. "You wouldn't dare use the keyblade to open the door."
"Well, Kairi said I shouldn't let you lock yourself up and I don't really know what's wrong but I'll help you any way I can even if I have to keyblade this door!"
Riku is quiet for a very long time, long enough for Sora to start shifting restlessly and wondering if he really did need his keyblade. Finally, the taps squeak and Sora can hear water pouring into the bathroom sink and the sounds of washing.
"Sora... I'm in a dress."
That's not exactly what Sora expected to hear, and he squirms again, leaning against the wall next to the door. "Uhm. For your project?"
"Yes."
"Well, then just take it off and change clothes."
"I can't," Riku responds, and before Sora can ask, he continues. "I'm practically sewn into this dress. And if you haven't noticed, Kairi and Selphie stole my uniform."
Sora tries really, really hard not to laugh. He really does. But the image of Riku in some frilly poofy dress (it was probably either pink or yellow, considering what Kairi and Selphie liked), and with nothing else to wear is kind of hilarious. He can't stop the snort of laughter that escapes him, and Riku's irritated growl only makes him laugh harder.
"When you think about it, this is all your fault, so you really shouldn't complain," Sora said in that tone that Riku immediately recognized as 'I'm-supporting-you-because-you're-my-friend-but-I'm-laughing-on-the-inside.'
"ALL of this is my fault?" Riku growled from behind the bathroom door, only muffled by the vigourous sounds of splashing water in the sink.
"Well, yeah... if you weren't such an overachiever, you could've been taking Shop like me, instead of Home Ec."
There's another long silence that gives Sora enough time to get impatient before the taps shut off and he can hear Riku mumbling under his breath about revenge and humiliation and lace being itchy. Sora has to bite his inner cheek to keep from laughing -- pink and yellow and lace! -- and he's really glad that he managed to hold it in when Riku makes a defeated kind of sound.
"Look. Just. Didn't I leave some sweats or gym clothes here? Hell, even pyjamas would be better than staying in this dress and having to walk home."
Sora is impressed with how Riku can say the word 'dress' and make it sound like the filthiest cuss word ever. But, yeah, while Riku-in-a-dress is funny, there's no way he'd let his best friend walk home like that.
"I think you still have stuff here from the last time you stayed over," Sora chirps out. "I think my mom even washed it, too."
The next sound Riku makes is relieved, then turns into a groan of despair as Sora opens his big mouth again.
"But didn't you say you couldn't get out of that dress? I don't think you could put your clothes on over it, and if it gets ruined, I know Kairi and Selphie will get angry at me. Girls can be so scary."
This time the silence last so long that Sora wonders if he has enough time to run to the kitchen for another snack. Having to deal with Riku in one of his 'moods' can really take it out of a guy, and Sora is getting close to just beating the door down, even though his mom might yell at him.
"Fine. Fine," Riku grates out, the doorknob rattling under his hand as the lock clicks. "I need you to help me get out of this thing. But if you laugh, I swear I'll kick your butt so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week. And we'll never talk about this again."
Sora nods happily in reply, even though he knows Riku can't see him. "Anything you want, Ri--"
The door swings open and Riku is standing there in all his glory.
"-- ku."
Sora thinks maybe he sounds like a dying frog, or a strangled cat, and his best friend just glares at him through his silver bangs, arms crossed firmly over his chest.
"Just get me out of this damned thing. And close your mouth, Sora. You're catching flies."
To say that Riku was wearing a dress would have been a gross understatement. Or overstatement. Sora knew it was one of those words that he'd flunked on during a test. But he was just frozen in shock, staring at his best friend like Riku had grown another head. In his imagination, Sora had thought Riku would be wearing something frilly and poofy, like the dresses most of the Princesses of Heart tended to wear. Long and utterly feminine, that would somehow make normally-masculine Riku look like a girl.
But no, Riku looked... like a boy in a dress. In fact, the dress had the strange effect of making Riku look like more of a boy than usual. The tight bodice of the dress (corset? hadn't Belle said she'd worn a corset?) was cinched around Riku's chest, ribbons crisscrossing the sides and front in a way that made it look like pulling even one would make the whole top come off. That thought made Sora squirm a little, because even though this dress was for a model of Riku's height, it certainly wasn't for one with his build. Long silver hair brushed over Riku's bare shoulders and biceps, looking wider and thicker because of the deceptively frail-looking fabric wrapped around his torso. Sora could see the muscles that corded through Riku's arms; and when he dropped his eyes down, he could also see the muscles that rippled over Riku's belly, a generous strip of flesh bared between the top of the dress and the skirt, and definitely more than the teasing glances you could see under Riku's normal zipped vest. And the skirt. That was as frilly and poofy and lacey as Sora had imagined, but it only emphasized the leanness of Riku's waist, sitting low on his hips and almost daring someone to find out what was underneath all the fluffy layers.
And it took all of Sora's strength to not let his eyes travel further down to stare at Riku's bare thighs.
Sometimes it's a good thing that Riku is kind of rude without meaning to be, because after a minute of letting Sora stare dumbly at him, Riku finally huffs and nudges his best friend out of the way, stalking towards Sora's bedroom. Sora is still staring, trailing after Riku like a lost puppy as the silver-haired boy rustles through his dresser drawers for clothes. And it's when Riku bends to search through a lower drawer that anything resembling intelligence in Sora dies a horrible death.
"You're not wearing boxers!" Sora chokes out, and wonders if he should turn around or cover his eyes but he can't seem to stop staring.
Riku growls audibly, one hand slapping down the back of the skirt as he stands up straight like he's just been shocked. Sora's been on the recieving end of Riku's glares before, but this one just burns right into him and he's forced to wonder if facing Kairi and Selphie's wrath would be safer.
"I know that!" Riku snaps out, his voice tense. "I couldn't wear them under the skirt so the girls made me change and if you say anything else I'll punch you for real."
Sora manages to stop himself from asking just what Riku is wearing under that skirt instead of his boxers -- one part of his mind doesn't want to know and the other is terribly interested -- and doesn't argue as Riku yanks out a worn pair of sweat pants and an old gym shirt from a drawer. Sora thinks that the shirt might be one of his, but they're all the same and pretty stretchy, and Sora likes to wear his gym shirts big anyway so it should fit Riku well enough. Then Riku just stands there, the clothes clenched in one hand, and Sora keeps staring and this goes on for longer than it probably should.
"You dork," Riku finally says, breaking the terribly awkward silence. He turns, putting his back to Sora and letting him see the complicated mess of ribbons and knots and lacing. "Help me get out of this thing so I can change."
Shuffling forward, Sora does what he's told, and tries not to notice that his hands are shaking a little as he brushes them over the delicate looking ribbons, trying to figure out what is tied where. Riku is silent the whole time, barely daring to move as Sora finally loosens one knot, the silky scrap of fabric trailing over his fingers as Riku takes a deeper breath. His hands move slower, trying to be careful so he doesn't ruin any part of the dress; they really did put alot of time into it, and it shows, and it would probably be really pretty on a real girl. Sora doesn't know why this feels so different though, why his hands are trembling and his stomach feels like there's a million butterflies in it, all trying to get free. He and Riku have grown up together, have swum in the ocean in only their shorts (sometimes nothing at all), they even had baths together when they were both very young. They both shower and change together in gym class, and have had fights so vicious that they've literally ripped the shirts of each others' backs.
So Sora really doesn't know why his breath catches in his throat when he has to push Riku's hair over his bare shoulders so that it doesn't get tangled in anything, and his fingertips brush over pale skin and muscle.
"I..." the words get caught in Sora's throat, and he coughs and tries again, has hands placed on either side of Riku's spine. "Uhm. Riku, this part is all looped together or something. Tell me if I pull too hard."
"It's alright, Sora. I'm already in a corset. Just get me out so I can breathe right again," Riku replies. Sora thinks that it must be the explanation for why Riku's voice sounds a little strangled; who would want to wear a corset anyway?
He pulls and fusses and tugs -- "Dammit, Sora! You're trying to get me out of this thing, not lace me up tighter!" -- but finally the corset is undone, the ribbons slack and hanging like streamers down Riku's back. Then Riku manges to pull the whole thing up over his head, finally free of the monstrosity, and sets it of Sora's desk where it will be safe. Riku doesn't turn around then, but shifts just a tiny bit, bending forward, and Sora looks down and sees that there's some sort of complicated lacing at the top of the skirt too, to keep it on. Sora's hands are completely shaking by this point and he can't get them to stop as he reaches for the laces; he's staring at the muscles of Riku's back and the dip of his spine, and Riku's skin there feels almost like the ribbons. The skirt ruffles and Sora hurries to brush the delicate layers down so they don't get crushed, and then he's staring again, because under that skirt, Riku is wearing what looks like... panties. They can't be briefs or familiar Y-fronts, they're not plain white; they're patterned and cut a different way, and Sora's eyes focus on the happy-looking heart print that molds against his best friend's backside.
Sora knows Riku is good-looking. He's seen his best friend in his swimming gear for the swim team (black and tight, with blue and white stripes for the school colors). But Sora has never felt this way before when he stares at his best friend.
There's a heart. A little red heart printed on the panties. And it's sitting right in the middle of the bulge of Riku's balls, like it's very happy to be there. Sora almost reaches out to touch and make sure it's really there before he realizes what he's doing. He knows he makes some sort of choked noise and stumbles back, clutching his hands to his chest because he shouldn't even think about trying to touch Riku there. And Riku spins around, bare-chested and in that skirt, his eyes wide with worry.
"Sora?"
"S-sorry! I'm sorry, Riku! I can't do it!"
-- WIP --
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Warnings: Yaoi (boy on boy ackshuuuun), crossdressing, people looking fierce, and you know, smut. Also maybe school uniforms. >_>;;
Notes: A very belated gift for questofdreams for a series of pictures that had Riku in a skirt. ♥ I was challenged to write the situation to get Riku in that skirt in the first place. And forgive me for the lame title. .___.;; It was the best I could come up with.
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Sora decides that the whole situation is Riku's fault because he's an overachiever.
He's in his own home, but has been banished to the kitchen by Kairi and Selphie and Riku has said nothing in his defense, just letting the girls shove him into the kitchen with his trigonometry homework and a smile. Sora vaguely thinks this is unfair, since this is his house, but being in the kitchen means being closer to the snacks, so he's willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good, or something like that.
This whole situation must be Riku's doing somehow. Afterall, it's not his fault that Riku, Kairi and Selphie have to work on their school project together to get it finished before the weekend. And it's also not his fault that Riku's class schedule is so packed with higher-level classes (Calculus instead of Trig, Classic Literature instead of English, and that funny Pre-Nautical Civilizations class from the community college instead of History) that he was forced to take Home Economics instead of Woodshop the way Sora, Tidus and Wakka are. Sora has heard all the complaints and curses that have spilled from Riku's mouth ("Girls! They're all girls! And they keep staring at me!") and helped put colorful band-aids on Riku's fingers ("Those stupid needles are so sharp!"), and pretty much the only saving grace is that Kairi is in the class with him. But Riku's mom really loved the shawl he managed to crochet for her for Mother's Day, so it must be okay.
Still, Sora isn't quite sure why they're all at his house. All he remembers when Selphie and Kairi bullied their way through his front door (Riku was following behind carrying a huge armful of things), was something about Kairi's parents having some sort of social party, Selphie not owning a sewing machine, and Riku locking himself into his room if they went to his house. So now they're all camped in Sora's mother's sewing room, the sounds of snipping, the girls gossip, the sewing machine whirring, and Riku's curses as he stabs himself with a needle for the millionth time filling the air. Kairi had also pulled Sora to the side during a break to warn him not to let Riku run away or lock himself anywhere, and Sora is not quite sure why Riku would want to run away (unless he becomes a human pin cushion), but the look in Kairi's eyes is kind of scary and he hastily agrees.
He's in the middle of trying to figure out sines and cosines and wondering if he's allowed to ask Riku for help, when there's a sudden crashing noise from upstairs and what sounds like a fight. Sora bolts up from his seat and runs for the stairs (even after a year, he's still got his battle reflexes) and is just in time to hear Selphie's voice ring down the hallway.
"RIKU YOU TRY THAT ON FOR US OR WE'LL MAKE IT EVEN WORSE FOR YOU."
Sora freezes halfway up the stairwell, because when Selphie gets that tone in her voice, he's not sure he wants to be in the area because he might get dragged in. Riku's voice grumbles something he can't quite make out, and finally Kairi's voice raises as well.
"Riku! You know we have to make sure that'll fit our model! Just try it on so we can adjust it if we need to and then we can finish."
Riku doesn't respond, but the slamming of Sora's bathroom door is answer enough. Sora grins alittle to himself because Kairi can get Riku to do almost anything, so he goes back to his homework (but mostly goes back to raiding the fridge). He manages to ignore the sounds of outrage coming from upstairs, as well as the excited squealing, and decides he's not sure he wants to know.
Sora's has just finished another ice cream bar when the most unexpected thing happens. Riku's voice is a low murmur upstairs that gradually rises in volume, and Kairi and Selphie are giggling like loons.
"SORA COME UPSTAIRS THERE'S SOMETHING WE NEED YOU FOR."
"What?! Selphie, no!"
Sora has no time to even think because Selphie has appeared at his side, dragging him up the stairs and shoving him towards his closed bathroom door, and then she and Kairi disappear back down the stairs, laughing the whole way.
"Help Riku out, Sora!"
"Yeah, and don't let him ruin our outfit! It's our final grade!"
The front door slams shut, and there is utter silence, except for what sounds like Riku punching his bathroom door repeatedly.
"Uhhh... Riku, what's going on?" Sora asks.
The dull thudding noise stops momentarily.
"I knew it was a trick."
"What was a trick? I thought you guys had to finish your project? Did you do something wrong?"
"What I did wrong was to trust those girls!"
Sora's not sure what to say to that, and shifts awkwardly on his feet. It's kind of hard to have a conversation when there's a slab of wood blocking you. And didn't Kairi say that he shouldn't let Riku lock himself up anywhere?
"Look, I'm sure it's not so bad. I mean, Kairi and Selphie were smiling and laughing, so why don't you open that--"
"NO."
Sora crosses his arms over his chest, getting a little peeved by Riku's actions. "You know, I can get through that lock really easy..."
He can practically feel the glare Riku is shooting at him, and wonders why the door hasn't burst into flames yet. "You wouldn't dare use the keyblade to open the door."
"Well, Kairi said I shouldn't let you lock yourself up and I don't really know what's wrong but I'll help you any way I can even if I have to keyblade this door!"
Riku is quiet for a very long time, long enough for Sora to start shifting restlessly and wondering if he really did need his keyblade. Finally, the taps squeak and Sora can hear water pouring into the bathroom sink and the sounds of washing.
"Sora... I'm in a dress."
That's not exactly what Sora expected to hear, and he squirms again, leaning against the wall next to the door. "Uhm. For your project?"
"Yes."
"Well, then just take it off and change clothes."
"I can't," Riku responds, and before Sora can ask, he continues. "I'm practically sewn into this dress. And if you haven't noticed, Kairi and Selphie stole my uniform."
Sora tries really, really hard not to laugh. He really does. But the image of Riku in some frilly poofy dress (it was probably either pink or yellow, considering what Kairi and Selphie liked), and with nothing else to wear is kind of hilarious. He can't stop the snort of laughter that escapes him, and Riku's irritated growl only makes him laugh harder.
"When you think about it, this is all your fault, so you really shouldn't complain," Sora said in that tone that Riku immediately recognized as 'I'm-supporting-you-because-you're-my-friend-but-I'm-laughing-on-the-inside.'
"ALL of this is my fault?" Riku growled from behind the bathroom door, only muffled by the vigourous sounds of splashing water in the sink.
"Well, yeah... if you weren't such an overachiever, you could've been taking Shop like me, instead of Home Ec."
There's another long silence that gives Sora enough time to get impatient before the taps shut off and he can hear Riku mumbling under his breath about revenge and humiliation and lace being itchy. Sora has to bite his inner cheek to keep from laughing -- pink and yellow and lace! -- and he's really glad that he managed to hold it in when Riku makes a defeated kind of sound.
"Look. Just. Didn't I leave some sweats or gym clothes here? Hell, even pyjamas would be better than staying in this dress and having to walk home."
Sora is impressed with how Riku can say the word 'dress' and make it sound like the filthiest cuss word ever. But, yeah, while Riku-in-a-dress is funny, there's no way he'd let his best friend walk home like that.
"I think you still have stuff here from the last time you stayed over," Sora chirps out. "I think my mom even washed it, too."
The next sound Riku makes is relieved, then turns into a groan of despair as Sora opens his big mouth again.
"But didn't you say you couldn't get out of that dress? I don't think you could put your clothes on over it, and if it gets ruined, I know Kairi and Selphie will get angry at me. Girls can be so scary."
This time the silence last so long that Sora wonders if he has enough time to run to the kitchen for another snack. Having to deal with Riku in one of his 'moods' can really take it out of a guy, and Sora is getting close to just beating the door down, even though his mom might yell at him.
"Fine. Fine," Riku grates out, the doorknob rattling under his hand as the lock clicks. "I need you to help me get out of this thing. But if you laugh, I swear I'll kick your butt so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week. And we'll never talk about this again."
Sora nods happily in reply, even though he knows Riku can't see him. "Anything you want, Ri--"
The door swings open and Riku is standing there in all his glory.
"-- ku."
Sora thinks maybe he sounds like a dying frog, or a strangled cat, and his best friend just glares at him through his silver bangs, arms crossed firmly over his chest.
"Just get me out of this damned thing. And close your mouth, Sora. You're catching flies."
To say that Riku was wearing a dress would have been a gross understatement. Or overstatement. Sora knew it was one of those words that he'd flunked on during a test. But he was just frozen in shock, staring at his best friend like Riku had grown another head. In his imagination, Sora had thought Riku would be wearing something frilly and poofy, like the dresses most of the Princesses of Heart tended to wear. Long and utterly feminine, that would somehow make normally-masculine Riku look like a girl.
But no, Riku looked... like a boy in a dress. In fact, the dress had the strange effect of making Riku look like more of a boy than usual. The tight bodice of the dress (corset? hadn't Belle said she'd worn a corset?) was cinched around Riku's chest, ribbons crisscrossing the sides and front in a way that made it look like pulling even one would make the whole top come off. That thought made Sora squirm a little, because even though this dress was for a model of Riku's height, it certainly wasn't for one with his build. Long silver hair brushed over Riku's bare shoulders and biceps, looking wider and thicker because of the deceptively frail-looking fabric wrapped around his torso. Sora could see the muscles that corded through Riku's arms; and when he dropped his eyes down, he could also see the muscles that rippled over Riku's belly, a generous strip of flesh bared between the top of the dress and the skirt, and definitely more than the teasing glances you could see under Riku's normal zipped vest. And the skirt. That was as frilly and poofy and lacey as Sora had imagined, but it only emphasized the leanness of Riku's waist, sitting low on his hips and almost daring someone to find out what was underneath all the fluffy layers.
And it took all of Sora's strength to not let his eyes travel further down to stare at Riku's bare thighs.
Sometimes it's a good thing that Riku is kind of rude without meaning to be, because after a minute of letting Sora stare dumbly at him, Riku finally huffs and nudges his best friend out of the way, stalking towards Sora's bedroom. Sora is still staring, trailing after Riku like a lost puppy as the silver-haired boy rustles through his dresser drawers for clothes. And it's when Riku bends to search through a lower drawer that anything resembling intelligence in Sora dies a horrible death.
"You're not wearing boxers!" Sora chokes out, and wonders if he should turn around or cover his eyes but he can't seem to stop staring.
Riku growls audibly, one hand slapping down the back of the skirt as he stands up straight like he's just been shocked. Sora's been on the recieving end of Riku's glares before, but this one just burns right into him and he's forced to wonder if facing Kairi and Selphie's wrath would be safer.
"I know that!" Riku snaps out, his voice tense. "I couldn't wear them under the skirt so the girls made me change and if you say anything else I'll punch you for real."
Sora manages to stop himself from asking just what Riku is wearing under that skirt instead of his boxers -- one part of his mind doesn't want to know and the other is terribly interested -- and doesn't argue as Riku yanks out a worn pair of sweat pants and an old gym shirt from a drawer. Sora thinks that the shirt might be one of his, but they're all the same and pretty stretchy, and Sora likes to wear his gym shirts big anyway so it should fit Riku well enough. Then Riku just stands there, the clothes clenched in one hand, and Sora keeps staring and this goes on for longer than it probably should.
"You dork," Riku finally says, breaking the terribly awkward silence. He turns, putting his back to Sora and letting him see the complicated mess of ribbons and knots and lacing. "Help me get out of this thing so I can change."
Shuffling forward, Sora does what he's told, and tries not to notice that his hands are shaking a little as he brushes them over the delicate looking ribbons, trying to figure out what is tied where. Riku is silent the whole time, barely daring to move as Sora finally loosens one knot, the silky scrap of fabric trailing over his fingers as Riku takes a deeper breath. His hands move slower, trying to be careful so he doesn't ruin any part of the dress; they really did put alot of time into it, and it shows, and it would probably be really pretty on a real girl. Sora doesn't know why this feels so different though, why his hands are trembling and his stomach feels like there's a million butterflies in it, all trying to get free. He and Riku have grown up together, have swum in the ocean in only their shorts (sometimes nothing at all), they even had baths together when they were both very young. They both shower and change together in gym class, and have had fights so vicious that they've literally ripped the shirts of each others' backs.
So Sora really doesn't know why his breath catches in his throat when he has to push Riku's hair over his bare shoulders so that it doesn't get tangled in anything, and his fingertips brush over pale skin and muscle.
"I..." the words get caught in Sora's throat, and he coughs and tries again, has hands placed on either side of Riku's spine. "Uhm. Riku, this part is all looped together or something. Tell me if I pull too hard."
"It's alright, Sora. I'm already in a corset. Just get me out so I can breathe right again," Riku replies. Sora thinks that it must be the explanation for why Riku's voice sounds a little strangled; who would want to wear a corset anyway?
He pulls and fusses and tugs -- "Dammit, Sora! You're trying to get me out of this thing, not lace me up tighter!" -- but finally the corset is undone, the ribbons slack and hanging like streamers down Riku's back. Then Riku manges to pull the whole thing up over his head, finally free of the monstrosity, and sets it of Sora's desk where it will be safe. Riku doesn't turn around then, but shifts just a tiny bit, bending forward, and Sora looks down and sees that there's some sort of complicated lacing at the top of the skirt too, to keep it on. Sora's hands are completely shaking by this point and he can't get them to stop as he reaches for the laces; he's staring at the muscles of Riku's back and the dip of his spine, and Riku's skin there feels almost like the ribbons. The skirt ruffles and Sora hurries to brush the delicate layers down so they don't get crushed, and then he's staring again, because under that skirt, Riku is wearing what looks like... panties. They can't be briefs or familiar Y-fronts, they're not plain white; they're patterned and cut a different way, and Sora's eyes focus on the happy-looking heart print that molds against his best friend's backside.
Sora knows Riku is good-looking. He's seen his best friend in his swimming gear for the swim team (black and tight, with blue and white stripes for the school colors). But Sora has never felt this way before when he stares at his best friend.
There's a heart. A little red heart printed on the panties. And it's sitting right in the middle of the bulge of Riku's balls, like it's very happy to be there. Sora almost reaches out to touch and make sure it's really there before he realizes what he's doing. He knows he makes some sort of choked noise and stumbles back, clutching his hands to his chest because he shouldn't even think about trying to touch Riku there. And Riku spins around, bare-chested and in that skirt, his eyes wide with worry.
"Sora?"
"S-sorry! I'm sorry, Riku! I can't do it!"
-- WIP --