Alcohol, an irresponsible situation, and a backseat of a vehicle all optional. Teenage angst and hormones not optional. All teenage characters from any time, setting, or canon welcome, as are adult characters aged down.
Just Feeling It Out: Maybe you'll finally get to touch a boob!
Accidental Boner: Oh. Hi there, downstairs.
Deep Kissing: Heavy tongue action.
Flawless Approach: WILL YOU PLEASE HAVE THE SEX WITH ME? always works.
Party: A crazy atmosphere can lead to crazy decisions.
Goofballs: Both of you kind of suck at this, but at least you're cute.
Experience Difference: It doesn't count if it's not with you. That's what you tell yourself, anyway.
Boyfrands/Girlfrands: Finally rounding those bases with your honey.
No Play: They've told you no touching them below the belt. Oops!
Fumble: You touched the wrong place or said the wrong thing. Is this the end of your adventure.
Desperate: Please, please, please, let me stick it in.
Oral: Sometimes, you just want to kiss someone there.
Feels So Good: Let's hope you can last.
Love Confession: Now is a good a time as ever to tell them how you feel
Success: Awww yeah, break out the cigarette.
Failure: Hopefully they'll forgive you for staining their clothes.
It was another day and another evening of doing homework in Peter's room. They'd already avoided the unavoidable task as long as possible, grabbing pizza, heading to a convenience store to get snacks and sodas. There had even been some making out as they ignored the homework that had piled up. Being that they were both rather genius it's not like it was hard... Leo at least just didn't feel like doing it.
Leo yawned as he finished one of the questions and then sipped at his soda, peeking at Peter to see how far the other had gotten. Unsurprisingly they were on the same problem, about halfway through the assignment. He lightly nudged they other's ankle with his foot, stretching his leg out to brush against the others, small affections where they sat opposite each other on the bed.
He really hated homework. Okay, that wasn’t true, he honestly had once loved diving into the mountains of homework that he’d gotten from classes that day. He loved the feeling of the gears turning in his brain, he honestly really did enjoy the whole process of learning new things, there was even a point in time where he would turn in projects weeks early, or take on extra credit that he didn’t need just because he enjoyed it that much — working and tinkering and solving problems. But today, he hated homework. He’d spent his entire day in class with Leo — his mind stuck on the too vivid wet dream that he’d woken up to, unable to shake the images that were practically burned into his mind — distracted from whatever their teachers had been talking about, unable to focus on anything except getting out of damn class and being alone with Leo. They couldn’t exactly be a very open kind of couple in the hallways of their school, so while every other high school pair was busy making out against lockers in the hallway, they were stuck with the privacy of Peter’s bedroom as their make out spot.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers, he supposed. And it was better than not being able to kiss Leo at all.
Focus didn’t come any easier once they were at his house, his eyes continually drifting away from the problems that he should have been working on to just stare at the other — his mind still racing, those images from last night still making themselves known in Peter’s brain and his teenage boy hormones amped up to a million making him just a ball of repressed sexual energy that needed to be released before he felt like he would just explode from it. He didn’t want homework, damnit, he wanted Leo! Why wasn’t that the assignment for the evening?!
“Hm? Wassup?” Peter looked up from the problem he had tried to keep his attention on — and failed, still stuck on the same problem for what had to be the last fifteen minutes — one of his hands reaching to slide along Leo’s leg with no other purpose than just to be touching the other, to distract himself even more from the stupid problems that covered the pages of his textbook.
[It was four months after Makoto and Asahi had started dating, and while they had grown accustomed to each other's unique personalities and habits over the course of that time, there was a new tension rising up in their relationship. At least, Asahi was pretty sure that Makoto felt it too, and he knew he was getting frustrated.
The source of the tension was simply physical contact, but for a seventeen year old boy and his fifteen year old girlfriend, being physical wasn't so simple. If she stood too close to him for too long, and he smelled the scent of flowers that lingered on her long after she was done working in the garden over her sweat (that somehow seemed sweeter than the sweat of all the guys on Asahi's volleyball team), his body started to... react. And most of the time it was easy to will it away by thinking of terrifying things, or to ignore it until it went away...
But he was starting to think that Makoto was noticing it, sometimes. And the last thing he wanted was to pressure her or make her uncomfortable. He worried about the day when the conversation would come to that.]
[Makoto had the same sensations too. She'd wait to walk home with him after practice, but watching him play-- his determination and power. His passion. It made her ache until it built up and, well, she had to take care of it.
They had held hands quite a few times, but nothing more. Not even kissing. Partially her idea to take things slow after rushing their relationship. Partially waiting on feedback from him. Partially... it's hard knowing that along with dolls and video games exist of you, pornography did too.
Luckily, things had been quiet on the 'justice' portion of her life which not only dwindled the questionable merchandise, but gave her an opportunity to ask Usagi about... taking that next step.
Basically, it's normal to feel like wanting to take things a step further so long as both people are comfortable.
Of course, being Makoto, she ends up trying too hard. Namely a hemmed skirt that showed off her toned legs, knee high white socks, and... something that made her chest more 'enhanced' even aside from her slouched shoulders.
And, as she did, she waited for him outside the gym.]
[It was a relief when volleyball practice ended; with a tournament coming up, Coach was being especially hard on them with the drills now so they could taper it down later and still get in all the practice they needed. By the time he blew the last whistle, Asahi felt like he had to scrape his body off of the floor.
But there was a bright side: Makoto was no doubt waiting for him, since they had plans to go on a date that afternoon. Some of the guys on the team who knew about this date gave Asahi a hard time as they changed in the club room from their sports wear to casual clothes, or in Asahi's case, something a little nicer than what he usually wore. A t-shirt that Suga had insisted he wear, that was a little tight across his pectorals, made modest with a white shirt unbuttoned over top of it, and khaki shorts.
He left the club room after borrowing some of Daichi's nicer-smelling body spray, and smiled a little bit shyly when he spotted his girlfriend. And then he looked again, and nearly froze.
She looked sexy. There was no other word for it; she was beautiful on the worst of days, but now her skirt was shorter than the uniform one, showing off more of her long, beautiful legs (and the stockings. Asahi had never understood the appeal of them before that moment). And not that Asahi ever looked too hard at her chest, but he was positive it was more... ample, today.]
M-Makoto! I hope you weren't waiting for me too long...
[Minako had picked it out: the idea was a short blue skirt, Mako's pink turtleneck, black thigh highs, and matching kitten heels. Of course the only thigh highs any of them owned were Rei's spare white school ones who could properly wear them with her slender legs. On Mako, they simply rolled down to her knees and she felt silly. Especially when his teammates began walking out with their hushed whispers and double takes.
But when she heard Asahi's voice, she perked up-- and instantly blushed. She had enough time to do a twice over before shifting her gaze to the ground.]
[Asahi smiled; it was sort of reassuring to see that even though she was all dressed up, Makoto was still the same Makoto. He shyly held his hand out to her when he was by her side.]
[Her throat was dry. She realized that Asahi's shyness and chilvary would mean she would be the one to initiate any next step. She had tried previously, standing close to him and letting their body heat intermingle. He would always step away making her think that maybe he wasn't at that point yet. Or he was clueless. Obviously, if she wanted anything, she would have to be straightforward. And she really wanted to pleasure him.]
How was practice? Are you tired?
[Normally they would take a walk around the park, but for Asahi's sake, she had suggested stopping by a brand new cafe. Hopefully it would give him a chance to relax.]
Exhausted. [Asahi replied readily, grinning a little bit sheepishly as he often did.] With the Interhigh preliminaries coming up, Coach is pushing us harder than ever. But... last year I wasn't strong enough, and I let the whole team down. That's not happening again.
[He was uncharacteristically firm on the matter, with his brow drawn tight. When he looked at Makoto again, though, he couldn't help but smile.]
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