Blair, It's Fine--No Homo

Blair arrived a bit late, but he refused to acknowledge that as he stepped into Yuri's house.

Yuri waited for him in the hall, wearing only a tank top and pink shorts.

"You enjoy keeping me waiting, I take it?"

He couldn't help but smile.

"It makes you want it more, right?"

Yuri pouted, crossing his arms.

"...So?"

He kissed Yuri on the forehead.

"...It makes the sex better." He said shyly.

Yuri kissed him on the cheek.

"You're a sadist~" He then pulled him into a passionate French kiss that lasted about ten minutes before he finally let go. "So, I bought us some stuff."

Blair was still trying to recover from the kiss.

"S-stuff?" He asked.

He nodded.

"Well, you got through phone sex alright, so I thought we might step it up a little, so I went to one of those cool stores that sell sex toys and body paint and porn and stuff."

"...what did you buy?" He asked cautiously.

"A whole ton of stuff!" he said eagerly. "Come to my room and seeeee~"

Blair crossed his arms.

"...Do I want to?"

He sighed.

"Come on! It'll be fun, I promise...I won't ask you to put anything up your ass that's bigger than my arm." He held up his hand, giggling.

He paled.

"...I'm leaving."

He wrapped his arms around Blair.

"Joking, joking!...besides, I'll let you try everything on me first, if it'll make you feel better."

He stared at him for a while.

"...f...fine." He said, giving in quite easily considering.

"Even if it was bigger than my arm, I'd let you use it on me," he said, patting Blair on the ass. "There's really nothing I won't try, so you should just enjoy yourself."

He nodded slightly, though he felt less nervous.

"Alright."

"Then let's go to my room," he said with a smile, pulling Blair up the stairs.

Blair grinned, following him.

"So, you bought a lot of stuff, huh?"

He dragged Blair into his room, nodding.

"Uh-huh!~"

Yuri's room was...unsurprisingly pink. The walls were pink and plastered with posters; a CD rack displayed mainly Gwen Stefani titles. The bed, while large and comfy-looking, was littered with girly-looking pillows.

But far more attention grabbing than the sheer metrosexuality of their new surroundings were the items that littered the floor: several shopping bags and packages, all containing sex toys, lubricants, condoms, and edible body paints.

Blair had yet to look away from the sheer...pink of the room.

"...your parents allow this?" He asked, genuinely surprised.

"What, the room, the porn, or the stuff I bought?" he asked, blinking. For more than half of his bookshelf seemed to be composed of magazines and less than appropriate-looking titles.

"...all of it." He said, completely amazed. "Don't they say anything?"

"...Not really..." he said, frowning. "They're not home much, but they're pretty liberal--my parents are, like, hippie leftist feminists. They think it's great I'm in touch with my feminine side, though I haven't quite told them I'm gay." He smiled nervously. "I don't think they realize it's gay porn."

"...Do you like your parents?" He wondered absently.