“Yuuto…” Seiji looked at his boyfriend with a strange expression. Then he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he smiled. “I understand. If that’s what makes you happy, then I happy.”
“Don’t say anything…” The teacher blushed and turned his head. He couldn’t meet Seiji’s eyes, not when the man he loved looked like that. “Just… don’t, okay?”
“You don’t have to get embarrassed.” The artist’s expression changed into something closer to pity. “I already know my boyfriend likes to dress as a girl outside cosplaying, even though he denies it. I just never thought you’d chose such… flashy bikini, that’s all.”
Yuuto pressed his lips to hold his immediate answer, his face a wild shade of red. I knew I shouldn’t have put this on, he thought. The moment he saw the green polka dot bikini, full of frills to deceive the lack of something in the upper part and hide the extra a little lower, inside his suitcase, he knew his boyfriend would make fun of him.
But that pity face along with that understanding smile was too much.
“Shut up!” Yuuto snapped. He covered the upper part of his bikini with the arms and half turned away. “You know this wasn’t me! It was my sister who took my bathing suit and put this in when I asked her to help me pack!”
Seiji sighed and put the hand in the bag next to him, still with the pity smile.
“Aren’t you a little too old to be blaming your sister?” he asked in a condescending voice that somehow managed to anger Yuuto even more.
“You know that’s not it! She really did…wait, why are you pulling your phone? Don’t take any pictures!”
Yuuto ran towards his boyfriend the moment he saw the smartphone. He waved the arms to ruin any photo as he tried to snatch the device off Seiji’s hands.
But the painter was faster. He took a few photos before raising his arms, putting the phone out of the teacher’s reach.
The cosplayer didn’t give up. He leaned against Seiji’s body, stood on tiptoes and stretched the arm as much as he could.
Still Yuuto couldn’t reach the phone. No matter how much he tried, his fingers never even brushed Seiji’s hand.
“Damn it! Why are you so tall?” he complained, still struggling.
All he managed was to get a few laughs from his boyfriend and a wider smile. It was too much for the teacher and he gave up.
“Fine! Take all the damn photos you want,” Yuuto screamed, his face even redder.
Seiji laughed even more before lowering his arms. The cosplayer tried to take the chance, but before he could grab the phone, the artist leaned down to kiss him.
Against Yuuto’s will, that kissed lessened his rage. He tried to resist, but when he looked into Seiji’s eyes, he brought their lips together again. That was enough to turn his embarrassment into lust. Before he knew it, he had his arms wrapped around Seiji’s neck, kissing every inch his lips could touch.
Seiji undid the lace of Yuuto’s bikini and took the top off. He pushed Yuuto down the floor, sucking and licking the teacher’s nipple. In mere seconds, they were already hard and sensitive, but the younger man didn’t stop playing.
Yuuto bit his lips to stop his moan, but Seiji noticed.
Without stop kissing, he moved down from the chest to the belly button, and then to between the teacher’s legs. The manhood was already hard and no longer inside the bikini. When Seiji put it inside his mouth, Yuuto couldn’t hold it anymore.
Seiji drank it and then used his tongue to clean the leftover, sucking even the tip.
Yuuto was panting and sweating a little, but the look on Seiji’s face told he wasn’t satisfied with just that. With a sly smile, he moved back to the teacher’s lips while searching something inside his pocket. Then he pulled out a tiny plastic container.
He was walking around with lotion so close? Yuuto thought. Then, a second later, he shook the idea and let Seiji spread his legs apart.
The artist lost no time, smearing his fingers with the lotion. With an amazing skill, he slipped in one finger inside Yuuto and massaged. When it was slippery enough, he put the second finger in, massaging and lubricating the teacher’s inside.
Yuuto became hard again. When Seiji pulled the fingers, the wait was too much for him. With just his fingers… He’s too good at this, the teacher thought before the artist went inside him.
Seiji thrust his hip gently. Then a bit rougher. But when he found Yuuto’s spot, he lost control of himself and moved faster.
The cosplayer widened his eyes and bit his lips. He did his best to think of anything else other than the boyfriend he loved and how good the member inside him felt to prolong the moment.
But no matter what Yuuto did, Seiji was good. In few moments he was at his limit. But when the artist reached pleasure and let his seed inside the cosplayer, there was nothing he could do. Yuuto let his seed flow, smearing his and Seiji’s bellies.
The artist moved to lie next to the teacher. They were both breathless and sweating. Yuuto’s mind was still in the haze of the pleasure Seiji left him every time they made love.
Little by little, the ecstasy left him, and he turned to the man he loved. He moved to lie on top of his boyfriend, caressing the sweaty chest with a finger, feeling the warmth of that body and the heart thumping.
Seiji wrapped the arms around Yuuto and hugged him, kissing the top of the teacher’s head.
“Hey, Seiji,” Yuuto said after a while, raising the head to look into Seiji’s eyes. “Why did you suggest coming to the beach out of nowhere?”
Seiji’s breathing was still rapid. He took a couple deep breaths before looking at Yuuto. “Isn’t obvious? I wanted to see you wearing this cute bikini,” he said with the sly smile.
“Seiji…” Yuuto kept his face serious.
He wasn’t going to let Seiji dismiss the conversation. Ever since his boyfriend suggested going to his family’s beach house out of nowhere, the teacher couldn’t shake the suspicious there was something else. Though he kept quiet at the time, now was the perfect time to bring it up.
“I know my almost shut in boyfriend well enough to know he’d never suggest coming to the beach unless he had some other motive,” he said, still looking Seiji in the eyes.
Seiji averted his eyes and bit his lips. But under Yuuto’s stare, he looked back with a sigh.
“It’s true that part of me wanted to see you wearing a bikini. You’re too cute, you know that?” he said, this time without smiling. “But the real reason was this.”
Still holding Yuuto, he sat up and then stood up. The teacher smile, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. While carrying Yuuto in princess style, Seiji went to one of the rooms on the ground floor.
Apart from the huge double bed and the matching decoration, there was one thing that caught Yuuto’s attention. A huge square brow package. He knew what it was right away. A canvas.
Seiji took a deep breath and led Yuuto closer to it. The teacher looked between the canvas and his boyfriend. After the artist nodded, he took one hand from the neck ripped the paper.
“It’s my latest painting,” Seiji said, his cheeks red. He averted his eyes, unable to see Yuuto’s reaction.
A beautiful but incomplete painting of a huge house by the beach.
“Amazing…” It was all Yuuto could say as he stared at it.
After so long as his muse, Yuuto was used to Seiji’s incredible skill. But apart from himself and a few other people, it was the first time he saw a painting of something besides humans.
“Is it… this house?”
He finally recognized the front of the house facing the ocean. The waters reached almost on the entrance, the white sand meeting a small stair. There was a kid running from the water to the house, and on the front porch, there was an old man. He smiled and looked fondly at the kid.
“Is this… your grandfather?” Yuuto asked in a low voice.
Seiji nodded, his eyes slightly watery.
“I don’t know why I started painting. I just… I don’t know… I remembered this house and then…”
Yuuto said nothing as he moved closer to Seiji, hugging him. He kissed the man he loved on the cheek.
Seiji wrapped the arms around his boyfriend tighter, caressing the teacher’s back with his thumb.
“It amazing. Can’t wait to see it when you finish,” Yuuto whispered, smiling.
“Thanks,” Seiji mumbled. Then he sighed and spoke in a stronger voice. “I wanted to come here to remember the house. It’s been ages since I’ve been here. My family used to come here during summer. With my cousins and brothers… those summers were fun.”
Seiji smiled as his eyes lost focus as the memories came back.
Yuuto kissed him on the cheek again. “I bet it was.”
Seiji turned to Yuuto, the smile turning sly.
“Enough with the sentimental stuff. It’s a beautiful day. I know your boyfriend is almost a shut-in, but he can still appreciate the blue waters with the right person,” he said, jesting at Yuuto’s words, carrying him back to the main room.
The teacher laughed, but when stopped, he looked down at his and his bikini’s state. The top half was nowhere to be found and the bottom half was smeared with both his seed and Seiji’s. Not to mention on his belly.
“I don’t think I can go out with this bikini…”
“Yeah, I guess,” Seiji said, smiling, proud of what he had done. “But what if you use this?”
Seiji searched through the contents of his bag. A moment later, he pulled man’s bathing suit and handed to Yuuto. The teacher turned it around with one hand.
“Wait, this is mine. Why do you have it? Why didn’t you give it to me sooner?”
“One question at a time. Your sister put that bikini in your backpack when you weren’t looking and asked me to take a few photos,” Seiji said, undisturbed for what he was saying. Then he blushed and scratched his cheek. “And I didn’t give to you sooner ‘cause kinda wanted to see you in a bikini too.”
Yuuto blushed and covered half his face with the short and looked away. “If you wanted that, I’d think you’d just buy another bikini for me,” he complained, not sure if he was mad or not.
“If I said I didn’t think about it I’d be lying,” Seiji said, chuckling. Then his face turned serious. “But in the end, I wanted to go to the beach with my boyfriend Yuuto, not my girlfriend Yuuno.”
Yuuto widened his eyes as his face went an alarming shade of red. He covered his entire face with the clothes now. “You know how to make a man embarrassed,” he mumbled.
“No,” Seiji said, getting closer. “I know how to make one man in particular embarrassed.”
Then he pulled the shorts and kissed Yuuto.
They didn’t go in the water that day.