Tokyo Boys

Please see notes in Chapter 1.





TOKYO BOYS

Chapter 2





“You’re new aren’t you?” The young stranger asked, taking one final drag from the cigarette butt he was holding. “Haven’t seen you around”, he paused. “I’m Yoshimura Takashi, pleased to meet you.”



He had shoulder-length hair dyed light brown, one strand of hair was threaded with beads. His clothes seemed ridiculously light for the cold evening, with a tight long sleeved t-shirt and tattered jeans.



Yuuto stepped back, half hiding behind Daisuke.



“Just looking for the hot stuff,” Daisuke said calmly.



“Little Ciel has the hottest party tonight,” Yoshimura volunteered information. He leaned and smiled at the boys. “No High Schoolers allowed, unfortunately.”



Daisuke nodded. “So we’re caught huh…” he said in mock seriousness.



“You could at least make an effort and change out of your school uniform… though there are a lot of men around here who would love to take them off for you.”



“You’re one of them?” Daisuke asked. Yuuto coughed behind him.



Yoshimura laughed. “Actually, I live nearby… wanna hop over? We have good movies, good dope…”



Yuuto grabbed onto Daisuke’s shoulder. Please don’t do anything stupid like agreeing… He shut his eyes tight, but couldn’t utter a word.



“Actually, we’re going to Starbucks…” Daisuke pointed behind him, although the café was no longer in sight.



Thank God, he’s not totally stupid… Yuuto could finally breathe.



“Wanna join us?”



He’s totally stupid!! Yuuto wanted to scream at him.





Yuuto took off his coat under the watchful eye of Daisuke’s new friend. He felt his face flushing, but wasn’t sure if it wasn’t just the heating inside the coffee shop. Daisuke was waiting for their orders at the counter. Yuuto tried to take his place, but Daisuke dismissed him.



“So is he your boyfriend?” Yoshimura attempted to start a conversation when Yuuto finally sat down.



Yuuto just gulped in surprise. He managed to shake his head.



“Yeah, you really don’t look like a match…” The older guy grinned.



Yuuto frowned. Of course he wasn’t perfect looking like Daisuke… most people weren’t. He was just one of the average-looking next door kid type… short… average… normal… He sighed inwardly.



“Don’t look so sad, you’re still cute… just seem like a completely different type.” Yoshimura leaned back in his chair. “Anyway, what’s your name? You haven’t told me…”



Yuuto just lowered his eyes.



“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”



Daisuke brought the tray to the table and sat down.



“Daisuke-kun, is your friend mute?” Yoshimura asked him.



“Ah, no…” Daisuke smiled and patted Yuuto’s shoulder. “He’s just shy in front of new people...”



“How cute… everyone will eat him up here.”



“Ah, Yuu-chan is not gay. So keep your hands off him.” Daisuke sipped from his tea.



Yoshimura laughed. “Isn’t it great? …having such a protective friend.”



Yuuto watched as the two continued to have an idle conversation about the gay scene in the city. Daisuke seemed to have really taken up on the idea. It was a little creepy.

The food in his mouth tasted bland. Somehow, he felt, things were starting to change.



By the end of the evening, Daisuke and Yoshimura exchanged phone numbers and the two boys made their way back to the train station.



~*~



“Mom, I’m home~” Yuuto called out as he entered the house. He took off his shoes at the entrance and put on his slippers.



Yuuto’s family house was a narrow two stories house. The little garden at the front had known better days. According to Yuuto’s mother, the garden used to be Mr. Kaname's greatest passion, filled with unique flowers and even some herbs, but he passed away in a car accident when Yuuto was just a toddler. The flowers died, the bushes grew wild and weeds had taken over.



On the outside, the house was painted a faded yellow that used to have a more cheerful feel. Even though the house was western, the 3 bedrooms on the second floor and the family room in the first floor were completely Japanese down to the tatami and the sliding shooji door. The wallpaper on the first floor, with a lotus flower pattern, was peeling. When Yuuto's older sister, Emi, was still living at home, she argued with their mother once about replacing the wallpaper. Since it was Mr. Kaname's work, their mother refused to touch it or make any changes.



The lights were out and Yuuto turned on the light in the kitchen after putting down his bags.



He noticed a note on the table. His mother was working late again. He walked into the family room that was located behind the kitchen. On top of the altar stood a little framed picture of his father, with a black ribbon over it. Yuuto gave his greeting and carried a little prayer, before going to the bathroom to prepare the bath.



~*~



“I’m home~” Daisuke hummed as he stepped out of his shoes. He started counting voicelessly and before he reached 5 his mother appeared before him, her hands over her waist.



Akiko Hasabe was a beautiful woman. She was an actress, model and pop idol in her youth and no one would give her over 35 although she was already in her early forties. She was dressed well even at home, and kept up to date with the latest fashion. Her house was well groomed, just like her.



“What were you doing out so late? It’s already after 10,” she said and before he could reply she added, “If only you used your time for something productive…”



Daisuke sighed. “I got some tutoring from Yuu-chan,” he lied, speaking softly into his scarf. He knew the best way to get her off his back was telling her what she wanted to hear.



“Oh.” Predictably, her expression changed. “That’s good then. Are you hungry?”



“Already ate, thanks. I’ll go take a shower.” He dismissed her politely and removed his outerwear, hanging it on the coat hanger .



His father, a shrewd businessman at day and a potential couch potato at night, was watching TV in the living room, while Daisuke’s 14 year old brother sat at the dinner table, doing his homework.



“Liar, you went to the arcade…” his brother whispered as Daisuke passed by.



“Shut up… you can’t prove it.” Daisuke stopped to give him a little noogie.



“Daisuke?” his father spoke up and Daisuke peeked into the living room, still holding his fist over his younger brother’s head.



“How was school today?” His father asked.



“The usual…”



“Did you get into a fight again, what’s with that face?” his father inquired.



“Ah, that…” Daisuke touched the corner of his mouth. He had already forgotten about it. “Just got elbowed by accident.”



His brother chuckled and Daisuke gave him a whack on the head.



“You need to take school more seriously. You’re finishing your first year in senior high school and you need to start thinking about your future.”



“Of course…”



“Start with your looks. The way you wear your uniform and your hair… It’s surprising you haven’t been expelled yet.”



“Gee, dad… you’re harsher than the discipline committee…” Daisuke remarked dryly. He was tired of having the same conversation with his father every day.



“I’m going to my room to repent my sins… good night!” Daisuke gave his brother a playful kick and disappeared up the stairs.



His brother giggled.



“Akira,” his father growled at the boy and he straightened up, even though he was against the wall that separated the room, so his father couldn’t even see him.



“Yes sir!”



“Finish your homework quickly and go to bed. Don’t be tardy like your brother.”



“Yes sir!” Akira gave him a salute and shut his notebook. “Good night!”



~*~



Yuuto tossed in his futon. He couldn’t stop thinking about the young man they met at the Shinjuku gay area, ni-chome. It bothered him, and he knew Daisuke was going to go there again, alone. And that bothered him even more. Daisuke was fearless and stupid like that. Not that Yuuto himself would be of any help if he went with him…



Yuuto was so busy getting lost in thought that somehow it all mixed into his dream, whirlpools of bright neon signs, blue, red, green… weird people in drag, and that guy with Daisuke.



When he opened his eyes it was already morning. Did he even get to sleep?



~*~



Yuuto rolled up his futon and went to the bathroom to get ready. He noticed the door to his mother’s room was open and he checked inside. She wasn’t there.



“Mom?” he called out from the top of the narrow staircase.



When no reply came, he went down to the kitchen. His bento was ready with a note on top from his mother, apologizing for having to go to the early shift too.



She sure works a lot lately… Yuuto pondered.



“Ah, it’s already this late!” he jumped when his eyes fell on the wall clock.



Since it was the end of the year, the first year students that participated in sports clubs were permitted to use the facilities as they wished, so Daisuke had a lot of morning practices and didn’t wait for Yuuto to go to school together as they usually did.



The school ground on White Day was as busy as a beehive. The girls seemed to have flocked together, as if to make it more difficult for the boys to approach them.



Yuuto already had several girls approaching him, wanting to know if the rumors about Daisuke and his girlfriend splitting up were true and if he had any idea who Daisuke was going to give chocolates to. Why did he always end up being Daisuke’s mediator? It seemed Horie-chan decided to avoid everyone and kept mum on the subject, so he wasn’t going to be the one breaking the news.



“Sorry, I… uh, I have to check supplies in the art room…” he mumbled and managed to escape another interrogation. Girls were terrifying. As he turned to run, he bumped into another girl, knocking her to the floor.



“I’m sorry!!” he yelled and bowed low without even looking.



“Kaname-kun?” He raised his head to see that the girl sitting on the ground was none other but Midori.



He blushed and hurried to pick up her text books from the floor.



“Thank you.” She smiled at him when she got up.



“I’m really sorry,” he said and bowed again. He felt his cheeks burning. How was he going to give her chocolates now?



“Are you hurt?” she asked.



He straightened up and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “A-are you okay?”



“I’m fine,” she smiled.



“Um…” He decided to muster some courage and opened his bag, reaching for the chocolate box. “For you…” he reached out his hand with the box, without looking at her. “For White Day…”



“Really? Thank you!” she took it from his hand and he finally dared to look at her.



Her black hair was tousled by the wind and she moved it from her eyes with her free hand.



“You… like me?” she asked and Yuuto nearly chocked.



Say yes, say yes… it’s your big chance! Yuuto could hear a distant voice in the depths of his head.



“Ah… Daisuke…” he mumbled.



“Daisuke? Hasabe-kun?” she repeated after him.



“G-g-g-… he asked me to… to give it to you…” He shut his eyes tight. Idiot!



“Eh, really?? It’s from Hasabe-kun?”



Yuuto just nodded sheepishly.



“Why didn’t he give it to me himself?”



Yuuto felt the gakuran suffocating him under the coat. He shouldn’t have buttoned it all the way up.



“Well…. He… he didn’t want the other girls to know…” Yuuto lied and cringed.



“Ah, because he broke up with Kasumi-chan?” Midori offered.



“We should… we should get to class,” Yuuto stammered, shifting his eyes.



Midori attempted a chat as they walked, but Yuuto was too nervous to give her any coherent response.



“Ah, there’s Hasabe-kun…” she suddenly said and he raised his eyes.



Daisuke was standing near the main student entrance. His bag was thrown over his shoulder and he was busy chatting with a group of boys, smiling brightly and laughing with them. He didn’t even notice as Yuuto and Midori walked inside. Yuuto sighed in relief. It would definitely be bad if Daisuke spoke to Midori and she found out his stupid lie.



How could he now fix the error he’s made? If the girls found out Daisuke gave chocolate to Midori they’ll start a scene… also if Midori would realize she’s the only one who received chocolates from Daisuke she was going to have some misconceptions about Daisuke’s feelings… he had to do something.



Midori got distracted by some of her friends. They were already asking about the chocolate box she was holding.



Yuuto slipped away from her eyesight and looked at his bag of chocolates. He looked around and spotted a girl whom, he figured, for sure, gave Daisuke chocolates on Valentine’s Day.



“Hmmm…” He couldn’t even remember her name, she was in one of the other classes. She stopped walking to give him attention.



“This is from… uhh… Hasabe-kun… it’s a thanks for last month,” he lied.



Her face lit up. “Really? Awesome!”



He did the same with 4 other girls. Now he only had one more box to hand out and the bell for the first lesson didn’t even ring yet!



At that point he just wanted to get it over with. He was already operating beyond his powers, speaking… or rather lying, to those girls.



With only a couple more minutes before class, and everyone – Daisuke among them – making their way to the homerooms, he threw one more glance at the hallway, and spotted her.



Horie Kasumi, the prettiest girl in the grade, who looked like an idol with her flowing long hair and sculpted facial features. She was tall, taller than him, and had long legs, probably making all the other girls envious of the way the school outfit with the short dark blue skirt looked on her.



She was usually surrounded by other girls, but this time she was on her own, holding out her phone, probably sending an email to someone.



“Uhh… Horie-chan?” he asked carefully.



“Kaname-kun?” she raised her eyes from the phone.



Yuuto cleared his throat. She wasn’t dating Daisuke long enough for him to get more comfortable speaking to her, but he felt it’s a shame. She and Daisuke definitely looked like the perfect couple together. It looked more natural to Yuuto than seeing Daisuke getting too friendly with a suspicious looking older man in a dark street…



“Um…. This…” he mumbled and gave her the last chocolate box.



“What is it?” she looked at the box.



“It’s… from Daisuke…” he avoided her eyes, feeling a light blush spreading on his cheeks.



“I don’t want it.” She gave it back to him.



“It’s an apology… please accept it,” Yuuto said. “He feels bad he hurt you…”



“You’re not very good at lying, Kaname-kun,” she told him.



He blushed a deeper red and fidgeted with the box. The other students stopped to look at the scene, which only made him more nervous.



“Tell him he has to crawl on all four and lick my shoes if he wants me back,” she continued. “Then maybe I’ll consider it.” She grabbed the box from his hand. “Thanks, Kaname-kun, you’re sweet.”



He heard her tell her friends, who were waiting by the entrance to the classroom, that she’s just rejected Daisuke’s attempt at making up.





By lunch break the rumor that Hasabe Daisuke gave Horie-chan and a few other lucky girls chocolates had already spread in the school. Yuuto was glad Daisuke was nowhere to be seen during the recess between classes.



~*~



Daisuke was sprawled on the roof, leaning his head on his arms, with one leg over the other, and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. Mashiba stood in the open air, also smoking.



“It’s so cold…” he complained. “I thought it was going to get warmer.” He eyed Daisuke and grinned, “Don’t you want to warm up a little?”



Daisuke took a drag from his cigarette and removed it from his mouth. “Don’t get close to the edge or a teacher will spot you.”



“You’re colder than the weather…”



“Do you go to ni-chome?” Daisuke asked suddenly.



“High Schoolers don’t have much to do there…” Mashiba said. “Well, unless you know people.”



“And you know?”



“Yeah, I have a few friends there…” Mashiba smirked. “Want me to introduce you?”



Daisuke sat up, stabbed his cigarette on the concrete floor and got up. “Nah… if you found a way to get there, I sure won’t have any problem.” He calmly took out a pack of mint gums and threw two pieces into his mouth.



“Gum?” he offered.



“You’re so mean, Hasabe. Don’t you wanna fuck me? I thought you wanted to have fun…” Mashiba whined as he took the pack from Daisuke’s hand.



Daisuke stepped closer to him and lowered his head, as if he was about to kiss the other boy. Instead, he just smirked and said, “It’s because you want it so bad that it’s more fun to reject you.” He put his hand on Mashiba’s forehead and pushed him lightly.



“Wait, Hasabe—“ Mashiba called behind him but Daisuke already walked into the staircase.



~*~



The teacher was already in class when Daisuke entered. He was probably the only one that could get away with being late. The teacher just smiled at him and told him to hurry up and find his seat. Yuuto wondered where he’s been, Daisuke didn’t even talk to him at all. Could it be that he found out Yuuto gave out chocolates in his name and got angry with him?



By the last class, Yuuto was already completely dejected. Daisuke was mad at him, and it was all because he was too embarrassed to tell Midori the chocolates were from him. He took his time collecting his books into his bags. The other students were already making their ways to their respective clubs.



He went to return some books to his locker and as he closed it, he felt strong arms wrapping around him.



“Yuu-chan~”



Yuuto lifted his head to Daisuke, surprised. Daisuke let go of him and smiled. “I heard some girls got chocolates from me.”



“Ah, that…” Yuuto started to stammer and lowered his head. “I’m sorry…”



“Did you at least spare one for, what was her name… Shinozawa?”



“Shiozawa…” Yuuto corrected him. “I… uh, I told her it’s from you.”



Daisuke laughed.



“I bet she likes you anyway…” Yuuto muttered. But he was relieved. Daisuke wasn’t mad. But why didn’t he talk to him the entire day?



“Don’t feel bad.” Daisuke threw something at his direction. He caught it with two hands and looked.



“The chocolate box you bought for your mom?”



“She wouldn’t eat it anyway, bad for her figure.” Daisuke shrugged.



“But why are you giving it to me?” Yuuto still had a clueless expression.



“Because I want to.” Daisuke turned around and waved his hand without looking back. “Bye bye. Don’t get fat~”



“Stupid…” Yuuto whispered and leaned back on his locker, hugging the chocolate box.



“Kaname?” a boy calling his name brought him back to reality. “The teacher’s waiting for you in the art supply room… it’s your turn to help out, remember?”



“Oh, I’m coming!” Yuuto jolted back and shoved the chocolate box in his bag.



~*~



“Hasabe, aren’t you coming to club?” one of his friends to the track team approached Daisuke.



“No, going out… have fun without me~” he gave a little wave.



“Going on a White Day date? Sure fun being you…” the boy responded.



Daisuke smiled and walked away. He needed to see that place downtown again. He looked at the email he received from Yoshimura.



There were a lot of people on the train, but since he arrived before rush hour it wasn’t packed and he even found a seat. He noticed the train’s station map above the window and got up to take a closer look. Funny he never bothered to look at it before. Now he could see the section he desired, Shinjuku 2-chome, had a station right in the heart of it, so he decided to get off at the next station instead of his usual departure point.



The streets looked quite different in the waning hours of daylight but Daisuke was still fascinated. It’s amazing how you could live in a city all your life without discovering its secrets, he thought as he wandered around aimlessly. Many of the men around turned their heads as he passed by.



“Hasabe-kun!” He heard Yoshimura calling him.



“Where’s your cute friend?” he looked behind Daisuke’s shoulder, as if expecting Yuuto to hide there, not that it was such a farfetched idea.



“He stayed for club and has cram school,” Daisuke replied.



“Such a good boy…” Yoshimura clasped his fingers.



“Don’t get any weird ideas about him!” Daisuke pointed his finger.



Yoshimura laughed and wrapped his arm around Daisuke’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”



After a quick tour in the street, Yoshimura took Daisuke to the “den”, that is, the apartment he shared with a couple more roommates. It wasn’t so big and quite messy, but Daisuke liked the extreme change from his own home.



Yoshimura’s pals, all of them university students or dropouts in their early twenties, were sitting on the floor, passing a joint. They were really excited to meet Daisuke, “the hot high schooler”, as they put it.



Yoshimura’s two roommates were a short man called Tachibana Katsuyuki and Nakagawa Shuuichirou, who had a styled medium length hair, held back with a red bow. He was wearing an informal suit and looked quite stylish, despite the bow. He also had a French beard. Tachibana had very feminine facial features and a short clippie haircut that had every strand stick exactly in the right place. He was also the only one in the group that truly looked ‘gay’, down to the girly hand gestures and slightly high pitched voice, Daisuke thought. Tachibana’s clothes were very tight and pink in color.



The other four men in the apartment were apparently regular guests. The tall one, Mizaki Toshihito, had a pockmarked face. He didn’t talk much, just smoked, so Daisuke didn’t form an opinion of him. Satou Hideki was really dark skinned, with messy black hair. He looked a little like a misfit idol and he laughed a lot. Shima Tasuki was the only one other than Daisuke with piercings, although in a few more places, and according to Mizaki, some weren’t in normally visible places. He had thick, dark stubble and a buzz cut. He was also sporting a black dragon tattoo on his neck. The fourth one, Tanaka Kuniyoshi, who was nicknamed “Blaster”, had long hair, longer than Yoshimura’s, and looked completely stoned. He was a guitarist and performed in a band, Yoshimura told Daisuke.



The teen bonded easily with the group and even played along with them; he removed his coat and buttoned his gakuran all the way up, acting as a coy school kid, at their request.



He was far from being coy, though. Within minutes he took off his jacket and sat between them on the floor, smoking joint and making stupid jokes.



“Is it true you’re a virgin?” Tachibana, who sat next to him, asked.



“Well I’ve only done it with girls…” Daisuke admitted. “Wanna be my first man?”



“Yes!”



“No, I found him first!” Yoshimura interrupted. “Hands off, Tachi!”



Daisuke snickered and planted a kiss on Tachibana’s lips. “That’s not bad…” he whispered and leaned in, shoving his tongue into the older boy’s mouth. Tachibana responded eagerly, hanging on to Daisuke’s and they were lip locked in a passionate embrace.



“Tachibana you lucky dog…” Satou smacked him.



“Uh~oh, Dai-kun is a bad boy…” Tachibana tousled Daisuke’s hair playfully. “But quite the kisser…”



The time passed and they were all getting high. Daisuke got up and threw a glance at Yoshimura. “So you want to do it or not?”



“I thought you’d never ask…” Yoshimura threw away the cigarette butt and got up as well.



“Are you a top or bottom, Dai-kun?”



“Idiot, no matter how you look at him he’s obviously a top… “



“Bullcrap… every top starts as a bottom, don’t you know?”



Daisuke didn’t pay attention to their discussion; he let Yoshimura lead him to the bedroom. It was another cramped room with a western bed in the middle. Under the window there was a little coffee table with a laptop computer on it and that pretty much concluded the room’s furnishing.



“You don’t mind doing it here with them in the other room?” Yoshimura sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Daisuke.



The younger boy just shrugged and removed his shirt. “If you don’t mind I don’t mind.”



At that point, Yoshimura was busy ogling Daisuke’s toned body. “You have such a beautiful body…”



Daisuke wasn’t impressed with the compliments and just continued to remove his pants. “I’ve been into sports since I was a kid,” he provided. “Quit drooling…”



“What kind of sports?”



Daisuke moved closer to Yoshimura, allowing him the honor of removing his boxers.



“Basketball… baseball…”



Yoshimura fondled Daisuke’s testicles and stroked his cock with his other hand.



“Soccer…”



“Hmmhmm…” Yoshimura took him into his mouth.



Daisuke groaned, “Martial arts…”



Yoshimura let the cock pop out of his mouth and removed his shirt. He then pulled Daisuke closer to him before sucking him off again.



“Wait…” Daisuke pushed him. “Let me try…”



He fumbled a little with the belt and Yoshimura helped him, lifting himself up a bit for easier removal of the jeans. He then fell back on the bed, pulling Daisuke with him.



“Can you do two things at once?” he asked and led Daisuke’s hand to his hard cock. “Rub it and suck my nipples.”



“Is that your thing?” Daisuke asked as he rubbed his hand up and down the hard shaft.



“It’s called foreplay… you don’t do it with girls?”



“A little… I guess… they were too hysterical someone would come home early and catch us…”



“Good… you’re doing great…” Yoshimura encouraged between gasps and grunts. “You can suck it now…”



Daisuke did as he was instructed, adjusting his rhythm to Yoshimura’s body.



“You can start preparing now…”



“Preparing?”



“You can’t have anal sex without preparing…”



“Ah.” Daisuke wiped the pre cum from his lips and looked at his bed mate. Yoshimura opened the drawer in the nightstand and took out a tube of Vaseline and a condom and handed it over to Daisuke.



“Rub it until you can slide a few fingers in…” he said between breaths.



“Right…” Daisuke tore the condom’s wrapper with his teeth and slid it on his shaft. He then proceeded to rub the lube on Yoshimura’s anus with Yoshimura holding his legs up to make it easier for him.



He grabbed his cock and positioned it at Yoshimura’s entrance. “So, I just push? Sorry for not being romantic…” he mumbled.



“It’s okay, you’re a fabulous student… just slide it…” Yoshimura heaved.



Daisuke wasn’t sure he could really enter that tight hole. It was a weird sensation that made his body shiver with excitement. He made his way in slow. Surprisingly, his cock slid in with ease and he could feel the inside of Yoshimura’s body clutching him tightly. It felt hot.



Yoshimura groaned, his hands moving from under his knees to his cock that lost some of its erection. He started masturbating as Daisuke rocked back and forth inside of him, reaching his own climax.



Daisuke slipped out of Yoshimura and collapsed next to him on the bed. He closed his eyes, just listening to the sound of their heaving chests and the laughs coming from the other room. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He did it. He fucked a man. It felt good.



“How did you like it?” Yoshimura asked after a moment.



Daisuke continued staring at the ceiling. “It was okay.”



“Just okay?” Yoshimura chuckled.



Daisuke sat up, resting his arm on his knee. “How did I do? Okay for a first time?”



“There’s room for improvement, but you were better than some others I slept with who weren’t virgins….” Yoshimura said. “You were pretty good. Practice makes perfect, want me to do you?”



“Nah. I need to get back, school boys shouldn’t walk alone so late…” He got up and went to pick up his boxers from the floor. “Thanks for the lesson, sensei… I’ll study really hard for the exam…”



“Don’t mention it…” Yoshimura collected his hair in a ponytail and then let it fall on his naked shoulders. “You won’t even take a bath with me?”



“Don’t get all mushy on me… I’m not interested in a relationship.” Daisuke picked up his jacket.



“High school kids are so cruel nowadays. Well, except for that cute friend of yours…” Yoshimura pulled the blanket over his chest.



Daisuke gave him a dissatisfied stare and opened his mouth to speak, when his phone started ringing.



“Hi mom…” Daisuke reluctantly answered the phone. “I’m still at school… club activities got late…”



“No you don’t need to come pick me up, that would be embarrassing… people will think you’re my girlfriend.”



“I’ll be home soon, don’t worry…”



He hung up and shoved the phone back in his pocket. “Well, gotta go.”



“Have a safe trip back~” Yoshimura blown a kiss at him. “Mama’s boy.”



Daisuke opened the door and the other men in the room nearly fell to the floor.



“How was your first time, Dai-kun?”



They started flushing him with questions.



“Leave him alone, he needs to go home to mama,” Yoshimura called from the bed.



Daisuke turned to him.



“Next time get me into a club.” His tone of voice was more of an order than a request.



“You’re underage.”



“I won’t drink… I just want to see what’s it like.” Daisuke picked up his coat from the sofa and put it on, fishing the pockets for his pack of gum.



“Sure, we know some more people that would love to meet you.”



Daisuke bid them farewell and Tachibana decided to walk him to the train station.



Tachibana looked younger than he probably was, and short – maybe even shorter than Yuuto – Daisuke was fascinated by his girly manners and movements and his funny speaking way. It was the first time he saw a truly stereotypical “gay” person. But he found Tachibana endearing.



Tachibana took the scarf from Daisuke’s hands and wrapped it tightly around the boy’s neck. Daisuke leaned in and gave him another kiss before parting ways.





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