Urine Voyeurism (Tamaki/Kyouya) part 1/2
ANONYMOUS DELIVERS. Here's to hoping it's okay! *scurries off*
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"Ah, if you'll excuse me a moment..."
Tamaki nodded and Kyouya left the room toward the bathroom. He kept flipping through the magazine, idly reading the articles within. Time passed and Kyouya still hadn't returned; looking at the clock, Tamaki saw that nearly fifteen minutes had gone by. He wondered if his friend was all right.
Abandoning the magazine, he rose and made his way to the bathroom. He rapped his knuckles on the door and called out Kyouya's name. No response, or noise of any kind, came through. He frowned and wondered what he should do. Should he go inside, to see if he was all right? What if he had fallen in, or injured himself somehow? What if he was unconscious? Of course, what if he was just too embarrassed to let Tamaki know that he was okay, and thus would be even more embarrassed (and most likely, infuriated) if he barged in?
Anxiety welling up within him, Tamaki decided that he would bear the brunt of Kyouya's anger, if need be, and turned the knob. If Kyouya was hurt... then it was simply better this way.
Slowly he pushed the door in a little; after hearing and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he pushed a little further. Cautiously he peeped through the opening and gasped at what he saw.
There stood Kyouya, perfectly healthy, poised by the toilet with his penis out and his trousers about his knees. With a sigh of relief (and... something else?), he began to urinate. Tamaki watched in stupefied horror at the scene he was witnessing, yet, knowing how horribly wrong it was to watch, he could not tear his eyes away. Seconds dragged on excruciatingly long with the only sound being the one coming from Kyouya. At last it ended; for a moment neither of them did anything. Then Kyouya began to slowly turn his head toward the door.
Gasping again, Tamaki jerked out of his daze and ran back to the bedroom, his mind awhirl with a thousand million thoughts.
I just saw Kyouya... In the bathroom, he... But he was fine! He must have heard me at the door...! What was...
Soft footsteps and the call of, "Sorry that took so long," made him let out a frightened squeak; too bewildered to say anything, he sat on the bed quaking slightly. At the touch of a hand upon his shoulder he gasped a third time; he twisted his head to look up at Kyouya, who stood above him with a gentle smile on his face.
"Are you all right?"
It took him a moment to find his voice. "Y-yes. Yes, I'm fine." A nervous laugh. "Perfect a-okay!"
Kyouya nodded. "That's good. Did you want to start studying now?"
As they worked on their homework throughout the night, Tamaki could not stop thinking about what had happened. He knew in his gut that Kyouya (his very bestest friend in the entire world, Kyouya) had waited, yes waited for him to show up at the door (which he noted had been unlocked) so that he could begin... begin... The thing that he did. Yes. Tamaki was certain of this, but he could not fathom why. He dared not ask though; Kyouya had acted completely nonchalant after the... incident, as if it had never happened.
Without any answers, Tamaki decided it was simply best to forget about the whole thing. And for a while, this almost worked.