They were fantasies. Just fantasies. That was all.

Except knowing didn't make it any better. Far too often, he found himself shuddered out of sleep, sweating and embarrasingly erect, the heat of kisses still in his mind. Not even dreams sometime, but when his mind wandered in class or at home as he did homework.

Mukahi would call him a repressed idiot. The redhead was an oversexed perve, anyway.

Funny he didn't notice Taki sneaking up behind him. The fact Taki grabbed his crotch on the other hand...

Hiyoshi was very glad they weren't anywhere public.

"You sure you don't want me to help you with this?"
"T- Taki! You- I-"

"If you're that uncomfortable with it, you could pretend it was just you, y'know." For someone who sounded rather chagrined, Taki looked positively mischievous.

Hiyoshi barely hissed out an "I don't!" through his embarrasment. To his relief, Taki let go almost immediately.

"Damn, Mukahi was right. You are repressed."

The End

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