No More Tears

He laughed.

"No, I just...want to make sure you're comfortable, and that we do something you like." He replied, shrugging. "I mean, anything you like. Even, I don't know, stuff you might not have told me about yet?"

He waggled his eyebrows, but he wasn't serious. Well, not entirely. He didn't actually care too much, just as long as Yuri got what he wanted. For tonight, at least.

He blushed.

"...I like weird stuff, okay? Like oral and anal. Stuff that shouldn't be enjoyable to do to someone else. Go on, laugh."

"Huh? So? ...Wait...that's weird?" He frowned slightly. He guessed it probably was weird. He hadn't really thought about it for a long time, though.

"I mean, I really don't care." He replied truthfully, blushing slightly. "Come on, we can do whatever you want. You don't wanna pass up this opportunity, do you? Just 'cause you're a little embarrassed?"

He shrugged.

"I guess not...I mean, it is just sex. So I guess I want to do both of those things."

"Just sex?" He asked, frowning slightly. "But...we're a couple now. It can be...better."

He cleared his throat nervously. "I mean, we can be really, ahem...loving."

He felt his face turn red. He had always, always wanted close, loving, cuddly, passionate sex with a boyfriend. But he had never had a boyfriend, so he had always been rather restrained about the sex.

"Well, what do you mean?" he asked. "I mean, you can do anything you want, too...that's what being a couple is, right?"

"O-of course..." He looked embarrassed, though. "I-it's just...there are a few things...I've never told you. Still."

He coughed, looking away. "...never mind, they can wait."

"Hey, I told you what I like--it's embarrassing," he insisted. "You can work up the balls to tell me what you like, right? Come on, Blair, be a man." Though he spoke scoldingly, he kissed him on the nose.

"Come on. Who'm I gonna tell?

"Uhm." He looked away. "Really, it's not important right now."

He cleared his throat, tapping his fingers nervously. "Yep. Totally not important."

"Don't just offer to tell me and then pussy out," he insisted. "Come on, I don't care--if it makes you feel good, I want to do it."

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"...There are, uhm...a few things. I would like to try. Eventually." He replied nervously. "One being, uhm..." He then proceeded to mumble incoherent garbage.

"...Say again?" he said, frowning.

He mumbled the same phrase again, completely reluctant to say it any louder. There was no way Yuri was gaining this knowledge without a fight.

He sighed, shaking his head.

"Blair, we don't have to have sex if you don't want to--I'm just gonna go to my room." He stood up to leave, stretching.

"No!" He grabbed Yuri and pulled him back onto the couch. "F-f-fine! Okay, fine! I just...maybe, would like to try...uhm. Receiving."

He refused to look at Yuri, instead, looking in the complete opposite direction. No wonder he had never admitted this before. Never mind the whole, "it's not gay if I'm not getting done up the ass" aspect he had thought for a long time, this was just embarrassing in general.

Yuri blushed slightly.

"...Well, okay. I never thought you wanted to try that. I don't mind." He smiled, holding Blair's hand. "We can try tonight, okay? But I want to try something too, okay?" He glanced to the side awkwardly.

He grinned.

"Ha! It's not easy to admit, is it?!" He looked somewhat spiteful, but his expression was definitely lighthearted.

He rolled his eyes.

"Fine--sixty-nine. That's what I want."

"Oh." He flushed somewhat red. "...Really? I mean, that's fine."