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Fourth was busy striking his cunty poses, shameless in the way whenever a camera turned his way. It’s their annual company outing, and they have this tradition of doing a costume party in the evening. Everyone showed up creatively, some even humorous.
And when Fourth walked into the hall with Phuwin and Satang, the room erupted into cheers and laughter. Their ridiculously cute Sailor Moon costumes were definitely a show off. Fourth, ever the scene-stealer, soaked with the attention—head tilted, lips bitten, hand on his hip like he was born for it.
The costume clung too tight with Fourth’s body, hugging his waist tight with his mock-stuffed chest. The zipper at the back didn’t even made it all the way up, gaping his back like a tease.
His pleated skirt was laughably mini, doing nothing to hide the edge of his shorts, but somehow it only made his pinky pale thighs stand out more, the smooth skin glowing under.
“Where’s Gem?” Fourth asked, tugging the hem of his too-short skirt as he sat. His voice was over the laughter and chatter and curious of Gemini’s whereabouts.
“I saw he put a story with Perth and Santa” Phuwin answered, looking up from his phone, “He must be with them.”
Fourth hummed, but his eyes were restless, flicking toward the entrance, waiting for Gemini to comeback.
The hall grew too loud, and crowded. And when he couldn't get past his thoughts, Fourth pushed back his chair and stood.
“Fourth, where are you going? We’re gonna take group photos.” Phuwin called, noticing how tense Fourth was on his feet.
“I’m just gonna go get Gem,” Fourth responded quickly, like that was all he could think about.
The cold air welcomed him as stepped outside, although not enough to relieve the heat prickling Fourth’s skin under the non-sweat-absorbing-fabric he was wearing. Even his chest was sweaty from the cotton stuffing pressed against him.
Fourth walked along the stone path as he made his way toward the pool. Faint laughter carried over from the far end, and sure enough, he spotted Gemini—sat on a lounge chair near the pool while talking to Perth and Santa with god knows what.
For a moment, Fourth stopped nearby, he watched how Gemini leaned back in his chair, how he combed his silky hair with his fingers, sleeves pushed up. He looked very relaxed.
“Phi Gem kha~” Fourth sing-songed, pitched higher than usual as he walked to the boy, tugging his shirt like a child wanting attention.
Fourth’s eyes caught the moonlight as he fluttered his lashes, his wide and shining doe eyes, feigning beautiful eyes, glimmering in a way that made Gemini’s chest tighten.
Gemini’s eyes looked at him startled—cat got his tongue, then his eyes traveled over his body, taking in the sight of his costume, the curves, the way the absurd outfit did nothing to hide Fourth’s buffed figure.
From the background, Perth snorted, elbowing Santa. “Ai fourth!” he bawled, laughter spilling out as he slapped Santa’s arm.
Fourth twirled once, the skirt of his Sailor Mercury costume flowed catching the light. He flung one hand dramatically over his head, then posed with a tilted hip, hands on his waist, lips puckered in a pout.
A soft giggle escaped him as he spun back, letting the padded cotton on his chest bounce slightly with the movement.
“Isn’t this fabulous?” he chirped, voice high and airy, like he was performing for audience to look at him.
Perth muffled a laugh again, leaning closer in the railing with a grin. “You and your antics, you even have fake tits?”
Santa laughed, pointing. “Yeah! Whoever picked that costume is a genius!"
Fourth’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Fake? These?” he giggled again, pressing his hands to his chest and giving a little jiggle, letting the padding wobble and create cleavage like the real thing. “Totally real, thank you very much,” he teased, voice lilting and playful.
Gemini’s jaw tightened, a mix of exasperation and heat flooding him as he watched Fourth sway and jiggle with unapologetic confidence.
“What are you even wearing?” he muttered, tone annoyed but low, his gaze tracing every exaggerated curve Fourth was flaunting.
Fourth’s giggle softened into a smirk, leaning in closer to him. His eyelashes dipped, framing wide, innocent looking eyes that somehow made him look both mischievous and vulnerable.
“Am I cute phi?” he asked, voice light but teasing, letting the words hang between them as he tilted his head slightly.
“Tsk. Don’t call me Phi.” Gemini stood shaking his head, straightening his shirt, eyes locked on Fourth who kept twirling his skirt, the fabric swayed around him.
“We’re heading back there,” Gemini said, his voice cool and decisive as he turned toward Perth and Santa.
Fourth’s smile grew cheeky as he held Gemini’s hand to walk out of the area after leaving two of their friends a slutty flying kiss.
Their fingers intertwined as they walked back, it was quiet, only the sound of night insects mixed with the faint wave crashing to the shore was audible.
As they rounded a corner, Fourth stopped mid-step, pressing a hand to his lower abdomen.
“Wait—I need to go to the restroom,” he muttered, tugging Gemini along with him toward the nearest men’s restroom. Gemini didn’t resist, simply letting himself be led.
Once inside, Fourth quickly found a urinal, hiked up his skirt, and tugged at the waistband beneath. A soft sigh escaped him as relief washed over his tense muscles.
“Hah—,” he sighed, shoulders loosening as he let go of the pressure that had been building in his bladder.
Fourth finished relieving himself and walked over to the sink, tugging the hem of his costume back into place. He opened the faucet, water running cold on his hands and glanced up at the mirror—only to catch Gemini’s reflection behind him. Staring.
Gemini’s eyes were fixed on him, scanning him openly, lingering on what he was wearing barely contained. Fourth’s lips curved into a sly smirk.
“You don’t have to be so obvious, Gemini.” Fourth murmured, voice low and teasing, not turning to face him, but looking at his eyes in the reflection of the mirror instead.
Gemini’s jaw tightened, heat creeping up his neck, but he didn’t look away. Fourth could feel the weight of Gemini staring at him, and it made his smirk widen even further. Oh, he knows what he must be thinking right now.
Fourth straightened, hands pressed on the corner of the sink, still smirking, glancing at Gemini in the mirror.
“You know,” he muttered, teasing, “staring at me like that won’t get you anywhere…”
Gemini didn’t respond but he stepped closer, his presence was cool. Not until Fourth felt him press against him, warm chest to his back, a shiver ran down his spine immediately.
A hand slid along his side, fingers tracing his waist carefully but possessive. Fourth bit down on a giggle, though it spilled out anyway, trembling and playful, betraying the thrill rushing through him.
Gemini groped on his waist, fingers digging in just enough to make Fourth gasp. He leaned down, his breath brushing hot against the shell of Fourth’s ear, his voice a low rasp that sent dopamine straight through him.
“Do you know how obscene you look in this,” Gemini whispered, his lips grazing the curve of Fourth’s earlobe before catching it between his teeth. “All dolled up like a sweet treat… makes me wanna ruin you.”
Fourth’s smirk faltered, lips pressing together as heat flooded his face. His reflection in the mirror—flushed cheeks, eyes wide, a shaky breath slipping past his teeth.
Gemini’s mouth trailed on his skin, kissing behind his ear, down the slope of his neck, pressing gently down the thin fabric on his shoulders.
Fourth’s grip on the sink tightened, A breathy giggle slipped with a hushed moan when Gemini pulled their lower bodies closer—his hard length pressing firm against his ass through the thin layers of fabric.
“Gem—” Fourth gasped, thighs clenching instinctively. “We… we need to go back.”
But his body was saying otherwise as he leaned into the pressure, wanting more.
“Yeah?” Gemini replied like he was actually listening, when his eyes locked on Fourth’s reflection, smirking like he knows exactly what he's doing.
Gemini grinds forward, the thick outline of his cock slotting perfectly between Fourth’s ass cheeks. The friction jolted through him like fire, his knees felt like giving in as he arched helplessly against the sink.
“G-Gem… not here,” Fourth gasped, a shaky laugh tumbling out his throat, sounding between embarrassment and raw arousal. He inhaled harshly when Gemini rolled his hips once more, deeper, making him hiss through clenched teeth.
In the mirror, the reflection was borderline obscene—his own reddened face, and trembling lips, while Gemini’s dark eyes burned into him, savoring every reaction.
Gemini’s hand slipped under the skirt, squeezing his ass, “I don’t actually care where.”
Gemini’s hand remained on Fourth’s ass, kneading and squeezing him, making muffled moans escape Fourth’s lips as he bit down to hold them in.
A moment later, Gemini slid his hand to the waistband, tugging Fourth’s shorts down until they pooled at his ankles.
Without breaking the heat of the moment, Gemini guided Fourth to face him and crashed their lips together at lightning speed. Fourth hummed in surprise, but quickly matched the hunger Gemini had ignited.
Their heads tilted in sync, deepening the kiss, Fourth’s arms snaking into Gemini’s waist while Gemini cupped his jaw, thumb tracing lazy, teasing circles over his cheek as he claimed his lips fiercely.
Gemini pushed his tongue past Fourth’s lips, and Fourth opened obediently, letting Gemini explore, tongues clashing and tangling like blades. Saliva pooled and dripped at the edges of their mouths. Til’ the kiss turns sloppy, and utterly consuming.
Gemini’s hands moved under Fourth’s thighs, guiding him effortlessly onto the edge of the sink. Fourth’s shorts slipped completely from his ankles, dangling uselessly, and Gemini gave them a quick kick, putting it out of the way.
Fourth perched on the edge of the sink, legs spread to slot Gemini between them. Their lips stayed locked, heated and hungry, until Gemini trailed down Fourth’s neck, leaving a path of kisses and nips.
Fourth tilted his head to give him better access, a soft, breathy hum escaping as Gemini’s hands slid lower, caressing the inside of his thighs.
“Oh—” Fourth gasped, jolting back with a giggle, his body reacted without thinking when Gemini’s knuckles brushed against the boner between his legs.
“You look so pretty, babe.” Gemini murmured against his jaw, “This dress looks so good on you… it’s ridiculous, I can’t even think straight.”
Fourth grabs him up into a kiss, hiding his burning cheeks as Gemini pressed closer. The praise mixed with the rough, claiming kisses made him dizzy, breathless, and hotter than he ever imagined.
Gemini nibbled at his lower lip, his hands still roaming with ownership and groping him in all the right places as he whispered, “Why do you let other people see this?”
Fourth groaned against his mouth when Gemini bit his bottom lip harsh and just as quickly, traced kittenish, teasing licks over the spot.
Gemini moved back to Fourth’s ears, nipping, licking, and biting teasingly. Fourth braced himself by hugging him tightly, pressing him close, and began grinding against him, desperate to ease the ache building between his legs—but it wasn’t enough.
“You’re insane…” Gemini murmured, voice rough against his ear. “You know too well, how to make me wanna fuck you senseless.”
He pressed further, hand guiding Fourth’s waist rolling against their front. “I could pound you all day in that costume,” he added, teeth grazing the shell of Fourth’s ear. “You look like a fucking doll… a doll I could fuck all night.”
Fourth’s hips rocked uncontrollably against Gemini, grinding desperately as heat pooled deep between his legs. His hands fisted in Gemini’s shirt, pulling him closer, trying to feel every inch of him, needing more than just the friction.
“Hmm… Gem—can you… can you touch me now please,” Fourth pleaded, trembling with much need.
Gemini looked at him for a moment, as if hypnotized by the desperation in his voice, a smirk spread across his lips.
His hand travels under the mini skirt, hooking his fingers on the waistband of Fourth’s underwear as the boy lifted himself a little to help him slide his briefs down his thighs and let it fall across the tiles.
Just when Gemini thought Fourth couldn’t get any bratty—especially wearing that ridiculous Sailor Mercury outfit. He pushed his legs up and wide in the sink.
“Oh—I forgot to tell you…” Fourth giggled, mischief sparkled in his eyes. Leaning back to show more, palms splayed behind, on the cold marble of the sink.
It was too late. Gemini was already drinking the sight. A light blue—that looks like the end of a plug, buried deep in between Fourth’s ass cheeks. The rim was glistened from how much Fourth was leaking, sucked in his hole like a precious jewelry.
Gemini’s dark eyes turned amused, a wicked smile curling at his lips. “So… you’ve been hiding this toy for a while now?” he drawled, fingers brushing the base before twisting it just enough to make Fourth jolt, but not pulling it free.
“Ugh—I just…I figured we don’t have much time,” Fourth answered, words tumbling into a needy whimper. “So, I prepared myself… just in case.”
Gemini’s chuckle rumbled low in his throat, dark and satisfied. “Just in case, huh? You really had it all planned out in that pretty little brain of yours…” His hand pressed firmer against the plug, grinding it deeper. “You’re such a brat.”
Gemini’s smirk deepened as his fingers curled around the base. “Let’s see just how ready you are, hmm?” he murmured. Slowly—agonizingly—he began to pull the plug out, twisting as he dragged it free.
Fourth’s back arched, a strangled whine spilling from his lips as the stretch burned sweet, his thighs trembling around Gemini’s hips. “Ohh, shit—fuck…”
The toy slipped out with a slick pop, glistening in Gemini’s hand. He held it up between them, eyes hooded, licking his lips like it was the filthiest gift he’d ever been given.
Gemini put the plug aside, his focus solely on the way Fourth was trembling on the sink. He slid his hand back between his thighs, fingers brushing the slick rim that twitched open for him.
Fourth jolted with a gasp, head falling back against the mirror. “Nghh—Gem…”
“Shhh…” Gemini soothed mockingly, dragging his thumb over the stretched hole before pushing a finger in slowly, testing. Fourth whimpered, thighs jerking, his body responds unconsciously, hole clenched tight around the intrusion, sucking Gemini’s digit in and holding it there.
Gemini smirked proud at the resistance, twisting his hand before flicking his finger upward. Fourth’s breath caught, his head tipping back against the mirror as his eyes rolled back from the sharp, overwhelming jolt of pleasure.
“You’ve been stuffed with that little toy all day…” Gemini slurred, crooking his finger inside and dragging a ragged moan out of Fourth, “and yet you’re still this tight.”
His smirk curled against the shell of Fourth’s ear, his breath hot as his finger pressed deeper.
“What are we gonna do about that, hmm?” His tone was darkly amused, not really a question but a taunt, his free hand gripping Fourth’s thigh to keep him spread open on the sink.
He slid in a second finger, the stretch sharp making Fourth gasp and cling to his shoulders.
“F-fuck—Ahh…” Fourth’s voice cracked, his nails digging into Gemini’s shirt as his walls fluttered around the intrusion.
Gemini chuckled low in his chest, scissoring his fingers inside, pulling them apart just to feel the way Fourth’s body struggled to take it. “Yeah… feels good princess?”
“Oh yeah,” Fourth whined, rocking his hips helplessly against the thrusts of Gemini’s hand, the obscene squelch echoing in the quiet restroom.
Gemini’s fingers reached deeper, curling over his prostate, twisting as if he wanted to wring every sound out of him.
“Oh my god… so good, babe~” Fourth moaned, voice dripping sweet like honey.
His thighs shook where they were hooked on the sink, his body twitching every time Gemini reached his sweet spot and abusingly flick his finger upward before thrusting his fingers in and out again.
“G-Gem—ahhh, f-fuck—” Fourth’s voice cracked into broken moans, his head knocking lightly against the mirror as his hips bucked into Gemini’s hand, needy.
Gemini scissored his fingers wider, then curled them sharply until Fourth’s back arched off the marble. “That’s it,” Gemini coaxed darkly, “take it for me princess. Open up nice and wide.”
Fourth’s lips parted with a helpless cry, the words spilling out before he could stop himself—
“P-phi Gem—”
The air froze. Fourth’s head dropped forward instantly, mortified, his own mind bubbling into static, no coherent thought left except the burn of embarrassment and the ache between his legs.
Gemini stilled, beat of silence stretching—then a low, raw laugh spilling, wicked and amused.
Without warning, he shoved his fingers deeper, burying them to the knuckles, making Fourth jolt against the sink with a strangled moan.
“What was that?” Gemini drawled, voice rough at his ear, twisting his fingers cruelly inside him. “What did you just call me?”
His free hand came up to grip Fourth’s jaw, forcing his flushed, ruined face to look directly into his eyes, panting, thighs spread and trembling.
Fourth’s breath hitched, panic and arousal clashing in his chest. He shook his head quickly, words tumbling out in a rush.
“I-I didn’t… I didn’t say that…”
This is how he plays when he wants Gemini to lose it.
Gemini pulled his fingers out, only to yank him down from the sink and spin him around. Fourth stumbled, breath ragged, suddenly forced to face the mirror—his own reflection staring back, cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, pupils blown wide with need.
Gemini smirked at the sight, locking his gaze in the glass. His hand gripped Fourth’s jaw tight, forcing him to watch himself fall apart while his other hand plunged back inside, fingers curling and twisting and thrusting without mercy. The filthy squelch of wetness mixed with Fourth’s trembling moans, bouncing off the walls.
“You think you can lie to me when I heard it that clearly?” Gemini murmured darkly, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
Fourth whimpered, trying to shake his head again, but it turned into a broken moan as Gemini pressed harder, grinding his palm against the base of his hole.
“Don’t make me force it out of you,” Gemini warned, voice sharp, “because I’ll fuck it out of your throat if I have to.”
“Uhm—will you?” Fourth rasped suddenly, breathless but daring, his tone bratty even as his body trembled, begging for more.
Before Gemini could answer, his phone blarred—loud and annoying. The sound made Fourth jolt, though lust kept his limbs weak. Still, he managed to fumble a hand into Gemini’s pocket, pulling it out with shaking fingers. His eyes went wide at the caller ID.
“It’s—it’s Phu, Gem,” he gasped, words breaking into moans as Gemini deliberately thrust his fingers harder, making it impossible to think.
“Answer it, babe.” Gemini’s grin was pure devilry.
Fourth obeyed, too far gone to resist, his thumb toggling the speaker button.
“Gem, are you with fot? Can you come back here?” Phuwin’s voice filled the restroom, oblivious.
Fourth tried to compose himself, but Gemini twisted his fingers just then, and the brat’s words dissolved into wanton cries.
“H-hello—ah—this is—fuck—this is fot—we’re going back—ngh, we’re going back—”
The line clicked before he could finish, Phuwin already hung up.
The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by Fourth’s ragged breaths and the wet, obscene squelch of Gemini’s fingers plunging in and out of him.
Gemini’s mouth curved into a wolfish grin as he shifted closer, pressing his chest tight to Fourth’s back. One hand was buried deep inside him, merciless and unrelenting, while the other wrapped around his throat, squeezing just enough to cut off the air and tilt his head toward the mirror.
“Watch yourself,” Gemini hissed, voice dripping with cruelty.
Fourth’s reflection was nothing but ruined. His cheeks burned crimson, sweat dripping down his temple, lips parted in a desperate, trembling O as his throat strained against Gemini’s grip.
Every gasp was a battle, every moan jagged, spilling through his throat only when Gemini loosened his hold to let him breathe.
“You see that?” Gemini rasped against his ear, his fingers twisting deeper, scissoring him open until his knees nearly buckled. “Don’t you look like a slut, my love? Gagged, drooling—but you’re still begging for more.”
Fourth’s eyes rolled back, a strangled whimper catching in his throat, choked off by Gemini’s hand still pressing tight around his neck. His cock jerked helplessly against his stomach when Gemini whispered filthy derogatory praises in his ears.
Gemini smirked at their reflection, tightening his hold until Fourth’s mouth fell open wider, a silent scream shaping on his lips.
“Pretty. Pathetic.” Gemini murmured, his fingers grinding mercilessly into his prostate that made Fourth’s whole body convulse. “Do you wanna cum like this?”
Fourth nodded frantically, eyes screwed shut, teeth sinking into his lower lip to trap the shameless cries threatening to escape.
“Hmm? Don’t just nod, princess,” Gemini rasped, his grip tightening around Fourth’s throat until his moan broke into a strangled gasp.
“Y-yeah—yes, Phi Gem…” Fourth panted, voice broken, the edges of it fraying with every labored breath.
His lungs screamed for air, but the delicious sting of Gemini’s grip made his cock twitch harder, precum dripping steadily down his thigh. The suffocating pressure made his head float, and when Gemini eased the choke just slightly, a rush of euphoria lit his brain on fire.
His stomach clenched, heat snapping tight and unbearable. Fourth’s hips writhed helplessly on the sink, grinding down against Gemini’s hand like he couldn’t stop himself.
“P—Phi Gem, fuck, I’m—ah—gonna cum… please, make me cum—make me cum, Phi—ahh—” Fourth babbled breathily, the words tumbling out like a chant, tears glossing his lashes as his body shook.
Gemini’s grip on his throat tightened, his fingers plunging deep and curling viciously inside him. “Cum for me, princess, make a mess right here.”
The command snapped the coil in Fourth’s stomach. He cried out, back arching as his cock jerked untouched, spilling hot streams of cum across the pristine marble sink. It spattered obscenely on the polished surface, dripping down the edge as his thighs quivered around Gemini’s body.
“Fuck—fuck, fuck—” Fourth sobbed, his knees giving out as his orgasm tore through him in relentless waves, Gemini’s fingers still thrusting deep, until his release painted the sink, his reflection wrecked and ruined in the mirror before him.
Gemini stilled his hand only when Fourth’s release smeared across the marble, a filthy testament of just how undone he was.
His smirk softened into something darker, almost reverent, as he watched Fourth’s body twitch and tremble, every gasp catching in his throat.
“God…” Gemini breathed, low and husky, dragging his thumb across Fourth’s flushed cheek before letting go of his throat. “You’re unreal when you fall apart for me like that.”
Fourth sagged against the sink, chest heaving, lips swollen from their kisses. His thighs quivered as he rode down the aftershocks, letting out soft, broken whimpers, like his body hadn’t realized it was over yet.
Gemini steadied him with firm hands on his waist, grounding him.
When Fourth finally blinked through the haze, Gemini reached for a wad of tissue, carefully wiping away the mess dripping down the marble and across Fourth’s thighs. His movements slowed, gentler now, deliberate in the way he touched him.
“You okay?” Gemini asked quietly, voice edged with concern though his eyes still burned with heat.
Fourth let out a breathless giggle, weak and dazed, leaning into his chest. “Mm… it was so good…” he murmured, the words slurred with satisfaction, as if his body was still floating.
Gemini pressed a soft kiss into his damp hair, pulling him close. “You did good,” he whispered, lips brushing his temple.
Fourth let out a small hum, almost like a purr, sinking into Gemini’s chest as if he could hide there forever. For a long moment, neither of them moved—just the sound of Fourth’s ragged breaths slowly evening out.
Then Gemini’s smirk returned. He reached for the light blue plug that had been discarded earlier. “Can’t have you running back out there completely empty, can we?” he murmured.
Fourth’s eyes widened, a mix of embarrassment and longing, as Gemini guided him back into position. With deliberate care, Gemini pushed the plug back in, making Fourth shiver and hum against his chest. The snug stretch and subtle pressure prickled him.
“Better?” Gemini whispered.
“Yeah…” Fourth breathed, flushed and trembling. “So good…”
Gemini hands smoothed over Fourth’s side, grounding, patient. He combed the stray strands of hair away from his flushed face, wiping at the faint sheen of sweat on his temple with his thumb. Fourth’s legs were almost jelly, but eventually he shifted, turning to face to his lover, wrapping his arms tighter around Gemini’s waist.
“We should…” Fourth started, his voice still weak, “we should probably go back before they start looking for us.”
Gemini chuckled low, pressing his lips briefly to Fourth’s forehead while anchoring him in place. He bent to scoop up the discarded underwear, holding them open so Fourth could step in.
Fourth giggled softly, clumsy as he slid his legs through, steadying himself with a hand on Gemini’s shoulder.
When everything was back in place, Gemini tugged his skirt down, smoothing it against his hips with a teasing smirk. “Now, are you gonna wear that costume again?”
Fourth only grinned, cheeks still glowing pink, slipping his hand into Gemini’s. “I would if you want.”
Their fingers laced together, and with one last lingering glance in the mirror at their flushed reflections, they stepped out of the bathroom—quiet, composed, as if nothing sinful had happened behind those doors.
When they walked back into the hall, a couple of people asked where they’d gone. They threw out the most normal excuse they could think of, and to their relief, everyone bought it.
Well… everyone except Phuwin.
He was sitting at a table with Pond, Satang, and Winny, sipping from his glass like a man with too much tea and nowhere to spill it.
The second Fourth caught his eye, Phuwin raised his brows and flashed a grin that screamed busted.
Fourth plopped down beside him, Gemini right after. When Fourth reached over to grab something, Phuwin slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me! God knows where those hands have been.” Phuwin hissed at him with hushed voice.
Fourth glared at him. “Shut up, I didn’t even do anything.”
Phuwin smirked, leaning in with that I know a secret face. “Oh yeah? Then why are you missing something?”
Fourth blinked. “Missing what?”
Phuwin pouted exaggeratedly and pointed at his bare thighs. “Didn’t you forget your shorts?”
It took a second for Fourth to process—then his eyes widened in horror. He smacked his legs like he could magically find them. “Oh shit—”
And that’s why, when the group photo was taken later that night, everyone looked perfect… even Fourth, who somehow managed with his mysteriously missing shorts.