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Fujigaya follows closely behind as Nikaido heads for the dressing rooms, eyes on his skirt as it bounces with each step he takes. A quick look over his shoulder to confirm that no staff is nearby, then he calls his name and pulls him into a bathroom before he has time to react. The lock clicks as he turns it and when he meets Nikaido’s gaze it’s not the usual expression that he has on his face.
“I thought you were more of a gentleman, Mr. Fujigaya,” he says, bringing a hand up to play with the tips of his blonde wig.
“I…” he starts, but he’s unable to finish. He has no good excuse, other than something warm inside him he thinks he’d rather not dive too deep into. “You’re just really pretty.”
“Thank you.” Nikaido takes half a step closer. “You don’t look half bad yourself, once you’re out of the peach head.”
Fujigaya personally thinks he looks great in his black suit, awfully ordinary-looking next to Nikaido’s cheerleading costume, but he’s not about to argue about it. Instead he takes a step closer to him, in turn making Nikaido back up against the sink, but he never averts his eyes. Dark brown eyes contoured with makeup meet his from under blonde bangs. Further down Nikaido’s lips are pink and glossy, also enhanced with beauty products, and Fujigaya figures that if he is bothered by their proximity he would’ve done something about it already.
It turns out he’s not when Fujigaya leans in to kiss him, as he not only stays in place, he also kisses back. Lips parting easily for him, hands coming up to pull them closer together, and Fujigaya realizes that maybe Nikaido really meant it all those times he’s hinted that he thinks Fujigaya is hot.
Nikaido doesn’t complain when Fujigaya spins him around and hikes his skirt up, urging tights and underwear off which thankfully, Nikaido helps with. He’s holding onto the sink in front of him as Fujigaya stretches him open, adding one finger at a time until Nikaido starts pushing back.
“I always wanted to fuck a cheerleader,” Fujigaya teases in his ear, pulling a moan from his lips.
“Go on then.” Nikaido’s voice is weaker than his words, but the purpose comes through and Fujigaya pulls his cock out. He pushes it against Nikaido’s inner thigh as he strokes it in hopes he’ll get impatient; he succeeds. In front of him Nikaido spreads his legs wider and pushes back towards him, begging without words and Fujigaya takes pity on him.
Neither of them is trying to drag it out, Nikaido with a hand under his skirt and Fujigaya pounding him from behind. The blonde wig moves against Nikaido’s shoulders with each thrust and Fujigaya has to hold back a strong urge to touch it, knowing it’ll come off unless he’s careful. Instead he glances at the mirror in a way that doesn’t put himself in the focus. He sees Nikaido’s perfect lips parted for his breaths and his moans, eyes closed and eyebrows tense, like he can’t decide what expression he should be making. Or like he’s got his mind somewhere else entirely.
Fujigaya manages to hold out until Nikaido comes, his body convulsing around his cock, and it takes all the power he has in his body to wait another minute until he can push Nikaido down on the floor. With a last couple jerks he comes on Nikaido’s face; splatters of white hit him and he makes a face but never attempts to move.
“You better not have ruined my wig,” Nikaido glares at him, but softens immediately when Fujigaya helps him clean his face off. He finishes the job off with a slow kiss, helping Nikaido up on his feet with lips still connected, and if possible he’s even prettier now. “That was really good,” he admits once they break apart.
“Yeah?” he whispers against Nikaido’s cheek, feeling him shivering. “We could do it again soon.”
Now Nikaido is looking at him with eyes full of vulnerability, like he’s unsure what Fujigaya really means.
“Does this only apply when I’m a cheerleader?”
He’s so cute that Fujigaya needs to hold back a smile, and it’s not just about the make-up and the wig and the sparkly clothes or the way he holds on to his skirt to keep his fingers busy. It’s not his clothes, it’s Nikaido himself that’s cute, in his sudden self consciousness, and while Fujigaya wants to just stop and look at him like that for a moment, he would rather ease his anxiety first.
“No. It wasn’t really about the costume.” He leans in, kisses him again, and speaks the rest of his confession against Nikaido’s lips. “I wanted you.”