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Rin tapped their fingers on the table, hardly hearing the professor talk. They sighed, trying to focus; but it was no good. The droning stretched the last few minutes to feel thrice as long as usual. They usually liked this class too. They slumped in their seat, glancing to the time on their phone with a small grumble. Hardly a minute had passed since they last looked. Damn.
Finally, a shift in tone of voice had their ears perk up. "Alright, that's it for today. Remember, those reports are due next Friday. Email me if you need anything before then."
Rin had never left sooner, their steps clacking along the floor with a sense of nervous purpose. After a week of peace after the torment that was their last roommate mercifully moved, they had someone new moving in. They needed to get to their room to make sure he wasn't taking over their side of the room, making a mess, or - gods forfend - using their microwave for fish. They'd just gotten the smell out of the room, and they were not about to let that happen again.
Passing through the halls, the walls were a blur until they got to their door, hesitating with their hand on the knob. They could hear movement inside, and a quiet grunt as his new roommate presumably moved something heavy. They sighed, steeling themself for the worst, and turned the knob, pushing the door open.
The man had his back to him, a redheaded miqo'te this time, and an ear flicked back in their direction at their entrance. He set a water bottle on his bedside table before turning around to greet them, holding out a hand and his ruby eyes looked them over. He blinked, recognition for the viera sparking on his face, but Rin spoke first.
"G'raha?"
His ears shot up, alert, "Rin!" He grinned, forgoing a handshake in favor of a tight hug. "You're… So much taller now."
"Well. We aren't twelve anymore," They pointed out.
"Yeah. And you're a guy after all, huh?"
"Well," They rubbed the back of their neck, ears dropping a bit. "Yes and no."
G'raha for his part didn't miss a beat, smiling as he stepped back from his old friend. "Oh? What are your pronouns then?"
"Ah," Their ears perked up again, surprised at actually being asked. "They, please."
The miqo'te nodded. "Easy enough," he clapped his hands together, "So! Want to help me get settled in?"
"Of course! And we can catch up while we get stuff put away." They reached for a box, starting to open it.
G'raha suddenly snatched it away from them, something thumping against the inside of it. "Not that one." He shoved it under the bed. "Sorry, it's uh… Private." His tail flicked nervously, looking away with pink cheeks.
Rin blinked, but chuckled to try to cover the awkward moment. "Don't want me knowing what you're into, huh? Fair. We can get you a box with a lock if you want."
"Maybe.." He shuffled his feet a bit, his ears slowly raising back up from being pinned down in embarrassment.
"Anyway," Rin moved onto the next box, pulling out a console and controllers with a grin. "We have to set this up and play. It'll be just like old times."
"I did bring a little TV, but could we use yours? It's bigger."
They scoffed. "Of course we're using the bigger one. We could move it more to the middle so we don't have to just sit on my bed."
"There's… Not really much room for chairs though. We can just leave it. Your bed looks comfortable enough."
"Oh, you want to be in my bed?" Rin retorted, without thinking.
G'raha blinked. "Um.."
"It was a bad joke. Sorry," They coughed and looked through the boxes, finding the games, and took them along with the console over to their television. They made themself busy hooking it up and making space on the shelf nearby for the games.
"Well, I suppose while we're sort of on the subject. What do you want to do if one of us has someone over? Or…not?" His voice was small, but audible enough.
"I guess… Hair tie on the door?" They turned around from their setting up, shrugging. "My last roommate just barged in with girls drunk off their asses at any hour, no warning. Expected me to just leave or ignore them somehow."
"Well, he sounds like a piece of work… To put it mildly."
"Yeah. He microwaved fish too, among other things. You're lucky I was able to get the smell out before you got here."
"Ew. I like fish, but no. Just no."
Rin smiled, with an easy chuckle as they relaxed, coming back over to help with the boxes.
G'raha was stuffing a small dresser from one box, and a few others that had clothing sat on the bed waiting. Rin picked one up to bring over and start helping, as there didn't seem to be too much organization to how their old friend was doing it.
"Oh, thanks. This is all that's left, so once we're done here," He set aside his empty box to grab the last one, "we can chill."
The rest of the afternoon was filled with the two catching up, recounting their time apart and making plans for things they could do together. Boundaries for living together were few, but easily agreed upon.
"G'raha? G'raha," Rin poked him awake on their shoulder, his hands limp on his controller.
"Hmmm…?" He blinked, reaching up to rub his eyes.
"I think it's time for bed. You're falling asleep on me. Literally."
"Oh. Shit. Sorry." He groaned as he stretched, and moved to stand. "Need some water first.." He mumbled, grabbing the bottle he'd filled and emptied several times while they were playing. He shuffled out of the room with it, returning with it full again and flopping into his bed, out like a light in moments.
Rin smiled and got up to turn off the actual light to get ready for bed themself.
Several hours passed, and they were awoken briefly by G'raha leaving the room again. They faintly heard a toilet flush down the hall before they fell back to sleep.
This became the normal routine, and before long the sound of the door opening no longer disturbed their slumber.
As weeks went by, it was almost as if they'd never been apart in the first place. Though G'raha hadn't noticed Rin's lingering glances or touches, or at least they hoped he hadn't.
Of course they kept the touches chaste. A friendly hand on his shoulder, or a hug that lasted just a moment longer than necessary. Leaning on him when they didn't feel well or were tired. An all too brief brush of fingers when they'd hand something over to him or vice versa. A joint project saw them encourage G'raha to do most presenting, as a poor excuse to hear him talk more.
Rin stared into their dresser one morning, debating over what they wanted to wear, mumbling to themself.
G'raha came over curiously inquiring as to his friend's dilemma. "Something wrong?"
They were jolted out of their thoughts, jumping slightly as if they were just caught doing something naughty. "Oh! I… Well. I felt like wearing a skirt today. But…"
"I'm sure you look great in a skirt!" He gave them an enthusiastic thumbs up, seemingly entirely unaware of how the compliment made their heart flutter.
They looked down, reaching for the skirt they were considering. "Last time, I got all sorts of stares… and my ex-roommate," they made a face at the memory, but held the skirt up themself to show it to him.
"Well, it is rather short, isn't it? I think most of them were probably staring because of that."
"Should I wear tights under it then?"
"No," he answered, perhaps a little too quickly, "I mean, you should wear it however you want. We have the same classes today, right? So, I'll be there with you, if that helps."
Rin was quiet a moment, then nodded. "That does help. I'll get dressed now."
And that was G'raha's cue to turn around until they were done. It wasn't something either of them had brought up, but nonetheless whenever one of them were changing, the other would turn to give them privacy.
"Okay. All done," Rin signaled that he could turn back now, and once he did, spun around a bit to show their outfit. The edge of the pleated red skirt raised slightly in the spin, and had a crisp white shirt tucked into it, with an oversized and very comfortable looking black hoodie over top of everything. Heeled black boots had them towering even more over the miqo'te than they already did. "So?"
"How do you feel?"
"...I feel cute." They fidgeted with the hem of the skirt.
"Good. Because you are. Now, let's go before we're late!" G'raha came forward to grab their hand to pull them out the door, causing them to stumble slightly and need to use him to get their balance again.
Arriving almost the last to the room, heads that weren't occupied with chatter turned to look them over. They were all too aware that G'raha still had their hand in his, as he led them to seats at the side.
"They're looking at us.."
"Fuck 'em. Er. Not literally. Unless you wanted to, I mean-"
Rin chuckled, some amount of tension leaving them. "Thank you."
The rest of the day went smoothly, as Rin did their best to ignore the stares while being all but glued to G'raha's side. Back in their room after the day, they leaned on the door with a slight groan. "I haven't worn heels in too long. My feet are killing me."
"Take them off then! Get comfortable." G'raha set his books down beside his bed, then straightened back up. "Actually. I've got to go pick up something. I won't be long. So don't lock me out."
"No promises." They stuck their tongue out, receiving a roll of his eyes in response.
Alone with their thoughts, they sighed. They really should just say something. There was no question how they felt. But they'd just reunited. After growing up almost like siblings, at that. What if bringing up their feelings changed everything for the worse? They groaned, slumping onto the floor to finally remove their boots. Their inner turmoil resulted in being perhaps a little too forceful with the second one, inadvertently launching it under G'raha's bed.
They went to retrieve it, needing to wedge themself half under to reach it. Their arm brushed something, and they looked to see the box G'raha had hid from them when he moved in. They bit their lip, looking before their conscience could talk them out of it. They unfolded a flap that was loosely covering the contents to reveal a bright blue vibrator. If there was anything else, it was in shadow, and they were about to investigate, a cautious hand over the end of the toy to move it. They couldn't help but imagine him using it - and quite vividly.
The door opening behind them pulled them back to reality, where they were creeping about under G'raha's bed, with their ass in the air, still in the skirt. They hastily grabbed their boot, and tried to extricate themself from the compromising position, only to smack their head. They slowly emerged now, boot in one hand and their head in the other. "Ow…"
G'raha was staring down at them. "W-what were you doing under there?"
"I… Put too much force in taking off my boot and it went under.." It sounded like a lie even to their ears that knew it wasn't entirely. But they had snooped, and now felt guilty.
"Uh-huh… okay. If you say so." He coughed, "Anyway. I brought us drinks. I thought we could drink while we play tonight?"
"That. Sounds good." Rin managed to get up, not trusting themself to meet his eyes yet, afraid they'd reveal too much. They put their retrieved shoe with the other and plopped down on their bed to boot up the console.
G'raha joined them after setting a couple six packs on their bedside table. "I thought sharing one might not be enough."
"Good call."
They played and drank, getting worse at their games as the night wore on. Laughter filled the room as the alcohol dwindled to nothing, the two nearly falling over each other to hold themselves up. Eventually, they each managed to stumble into their nightclothes and into their respective beds.
Several hours later, a scream rang out in the otherwise quiet of the night. Rin sat up suddenly, awoken by the noise and looking about. A sob, and panting breath reached their ears, and they looked toward this, and saw G'raha sat up also, head in his hands and ears down. His shoulders shook, and he sniffled quietly.
"Had a nightmare?" They asked gently, barely above a whisper.
G'raha's ears flicked at their voice, and he looked up, tears glistening in the dimness from the moonlight peeking through the window. "I… Sorry. I woke you up."
"Nevermind that… Are you okay? Did you want to talk about it?"
He shook his head, taking a breath to speak as he reached for his water bottle - only to find it empty. "...I need water." He pushed up from his bed, swaying and stumbling as he went to fill the bottle.
He came back after a minute or so, falling more than sitting back on his bed. He downed most of the bottle before setting it down on his table again.
Rin watched him, biting their tongue for a moment. They were going to ask him what the nightmare was again, when he suddenly stood and came over to them, sitting on the end of their bed. "Do you… remember when you'd have nightmares at our sleepovers, and crawl into my bed?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead pulling the covers back to join Rin under them.
They laid down again, adjusting their pillows so G'raha could have some. "That good?" They got a nod for an answer, as he settled against them with a deep breath. They stayed still, almost afraid of scaring him off if they were to try to hold him, comfort him. The closeness would have to do. They vaguely felt the weight of the miqo'te's arm over them as they drifted off again.
Another few hours later, Rin felt a warmth spreading on them, and opened their eyes. It was still dim, but the edge of dawn tinged the light filtering in. A weight on their chest proved to be G'raha laid over them on his stomach, sleeping fingers clinging to their shirt.
The warmth continued to spread, a scent making itself known, and the pieces fit together to tell them what was happening: G'raha was wetting the bed. Their bed. While laying on them.
It was very warm. If they concentrated - and they did - Rin could feel the stream hitting them under the blanket. It soaked the boxers they'd worn to sleep. They bit their lip, rather enjoying the warmth and wetness spreading over them. Perhaps they were enjoying it too much, as they soon realized they were getting hard as their imagination raced. Thoughts of G'raha wetting his pants as they played games, or even in class. Watching him race to some hidden corner to relieve himself on a wall… Or on Rin themself.
Their thoughts drifted to how it might feel to wet themself also. The warmth spreading along with the sweet release after holding until they couldn't anymore. And what if they wore a skirt when they did? Streams could run down their legs even as they tried in vain to hold it back.
A shifting of the weight over them brushed their by now very clear arousal, and soft moan punctuated their fantasies.
"Rin…?"
The voice snapped them back to the present, a red creeping onto their cheeks, mortified at the thoughts that surely must be obvious now. They couldn't speak to answer, trying to squirm into a position where it might not be quite so obvious how this was affecting them.
"Sorry, I guess I had too much to drink."
"It… It's.. Fine," they managed, heart in their throat as they could feel him still, mercifully, relieving himself against them.
The silence was punctuated by the soft, wet sound of thoroughly soaked fabric being separated as he raised his hips up off them. "I um… Should probably get cleaned up…"
Before he could get up though, Rin pulled him back down, hands on his hips. "I'm sorry… I…" Their hips jerked up against him, pressing their hardness against him as the last spurt of piss was forced out of him. They grinded their hips under him, humping up into the piss soaked fabric even as they hid their face against their friend's chest. It wasn't very long at all until they whined a quiet moan, pressing against him hard as they came. They fell back, panting as they let go of him to cover their face.
"I'm so sorry. I…"
Their arm was moved and something soft pressed itself to their lips. They peeked through fingers to find G'raha's face there. He was… kissing them?
Too stunned to react, they only made unintelligible noises for a moment after he pulled back, eventually uttering an oh so eloquent, "...What?"
He cleared his throat, looking away shyly. "That was… hot, actually. I've been holding on purpose because I like the feeling. And… the thought of losing control…"
"It's… Not exactly something I thought I'd be into," they admitted.
"Would you… Want to do more?"
"Gods yes."
G'raha grinned and suddenly jumped out of their bed, only to pick up his water bottle, leaving to go fill it, still dripping from his own piss.
Rin blinked. They were in for a long day. And they were not complaining.