Prank Wars Are So Gay

"...Do you have, like, lube and stuff?" he asked, somewhat surprised.

He flushed red, but nodded sheepishly.

"...Okay. Let's go, I guess," he said, finishing his banana. "I wasn't that hungry, anyway."

-x-

"...This is where you live?" asked Yuri, glancing around; it was much nicer than his place, that was for sure.

He grinned.

"Of course it's nice. I'm rich."

"Can I ask you something, then?"

"Yeah?"

"Why not just purchase a high-class prostitute?"

"That's disgusting." He replied, frowning. "I have morals."

"So you choose to turn some random peer into your fuck buddy."

"If you don't to do it, I'll find someone else." He replied snappily.

He blushed, frowning.

"...Sorry."

He frowned.

"...Just...Let's just do it already."

He nodded, sighing.

"Where's your bed?"

Blair showed him to his room, and shut the door behind them.

"It's kind of messy." He said, though that was an understatement.

Yuri glanced around; to be truthful, it looked more like his apartment in here.

"So...what position? Or should we just start out with something simple?...It's really your call."

With a sudden surge of confidence, Blair pulled Yuri into a steamy kiss.

Yuri kissed back somewhat awkwardly, mildly confused.

Blair didn't really mind though, he wrapped his arms around Yuri and began to feel him up.

Shuddering pleasantly, Yuri returned the embrace, still trying to get a feel for what he was doing. So far it wasn't half bad, though.

He ran his hands up Yuri's shirt and over his back, running his tongue across his lips.

Yuri gasped, pressing closer and wrapping his leg around Blair's.

He kissed back with more passion, pausing only so that he could take off Yuri's shirt.

Tentatively, Yuri reach up Blair's shirts, brushing his hands over his nipples.