So are you a gay in a closet?

The sound of the four o’clock bell resonated through Hilltower High School. Roger’s head snapped up, but he continued finishing up on the décor for the next day’s Host Club gathering.

 

Across the room, Alphonse was setting up banners and arranging the scenery. He jumped down from the ladder he was on and admired his fine work.

 

‘Finished!’ He said loudly. Roger smiled and shook his head. Sometimes that boy could be crazier than Raginald and him. Alphonse watched Roger finish up what he was doing, then unfolding his ladder and taking it to the door.

 

‘Roger!’ He yelled. The redhead stopped and turned back around to face Alphonse, struggling to hold the ladder.

 

‘Could you help me with this box?’ He asked. ‘It’s heavy, and I’m not feeling well…’

 

Roger growled and thumped down the heavy ladder, resting it against the door. He strode over to help the lazy blonde, who wasn’t ‘feeling well.’

 

‘It’s full of glass and stuff, so we’ll have to be careful when we lift it.’

 

‘We?’ Roger frowned. ‘You are actually going to help?’

 

Alphonse smiled. ‘Yes, I know I shouldn’t when I’m unwell, but I’m just so selfless in that way…’

 

Roger snorted and grabbed one end of the box. Alphonse grasped the other, and they lifted on three. The two boys started to carry the heavy box towards the door. When they were halfway, Alphonse’s end dipped slightly. Roger looked at him.

 

‘You ok?’ He asked. Come to think of it, he did look pale…

 

‘I’m fine.’ Alphonse said, trying to force a smile. ‘I just…’

 

Suddenly, there was a clattering sound as the bottom of the box gave way. The folds of cardboard exploded downwards, and every article of glassware and china came crashing to the ground with a large and echoing thunder. The floor around the boys was covered in the smashed remains of crockery.

 

‘Oh…’

 

‘…shit.’ Roger finished. They stared at it for several seconds, before Alphonse staggered and almost fell.

 

‘Alphonse?’ Roger asked, reaching out a hand and touching his friend’s shoulder. ‘Are you ok?’ Alphonse slowly shook his head, then his hand shot up to it and held it firmly. He squeezed his eyes shut.

 

Roger’s attention flickered between his friend and the pile of smashed crockery.

 

‘Do you want to lie down?’ He asked. Alphonse nodded, and walked drowsily over to one of the Host Club couches. Her adopted a position on his back, and frowned. Roger sat at the foot of the bed and surveyed the boy, whose face stared up at the ceiling. He felt he should say something.

 

‘It sucks that the rest of the Host Club left.’ He sighed, staring around at nothing in particular. His eyes came to settle once more on the mountain of smashed china and glass.

 

‘I’ll clean it up.’ Roger said, getting up. ‘You rest.’

 

Alphonse caught Roger’s hand, and pulled him back down onto the couch. Roger awkwardly stumbled and landed on Alphonse’s lap. His face flushed slightly.

 

‘Um…sorry.’ He said, hurriedly shoving himself back up, but Alphonse lay a hand on his shoulder to stop him from doing so.

 

‘I’m feeling much better now.’ Alphonse said with a smile. Roger jerked nervously when Alphonse’s hand brush his own. He leapt up, the blonde’s other hand dropping from his shoulder, back to his side.

 

Roger made to clear up the broken china.

 

‘Leave it.’ Alphonse said. ‘We might injure ourselves. Let’s take the ladders back to the store closet instead.’

 

Roger looked at the ladders, then back at the mess and nodded in silent agreement. Alphonse got up from the couch and headed for the ladder he had been using.

 

‘Are you going to be ok to lift it?’ Roger asked.

 

‘Yeah.’ Alphonse answered. ‘And if I’m not, I have you to…assist me.’ He smiled. Roger was unsure of what he was implying, but smiled back genuinely. They both went to the door, Roger waiting and holding it open with his foot for Alphonse to get through.

 

As they crossed the hall to the store closet, Alphonse, walking behind Roger, did a quick visual sweep of the area. He caught the storeroom door that Roger had held open, and followed him inside to dispose of this bothersome ladder.

 

Roger had already set down his against the back wall. Alphonse brushed awkwardly against him as he put the ladder away. It was difficult to navigate inside the tine closet, and Roger was getting more and more uneasy as he almost tripped over something. He made his way back towards the door.

 

Roger’s hand fiddled with the handle, but it wouldn’t open. He felt his head got hotter.

 

‘It’s locked.’ Roger said with a hint of panic.

 

‘I know.’ Alphonse said coolly from the back of the closet. Roger didn’t turn around to look at him, mainly because there was little room to do so, and just frowned. He was startled when soft lips brushed his ear and hot breath tickled his neck.

 

‘I locked it.’ Alphonse whispered, pressing Roger firmly between himself and the door. Roger felt Alphonse’s hips press against him. His face flushed and he felt his own heartbeat increase rapidly.

 

‘Wh…what would you do that?’ He asked timidly. Alphonse’s hands suddenly landed on his waist, and spun him around so they faced each other. Roger’s head and back crashed against the door. He stared at the blonde in front of him nervously.

 

‘I think you know why I would do that, Roger.’ Alphonse whispered against his lips. Roger helplessly turned his head to the side. ‘Jesus, I’ve been dropping hints for months…’

 

Roger stared into those icy blue eyes, that stared longingly back. Pleading in that Alphonse-esque way, with an added hint of something else.

 

‘Pleeeeeease.’ Alphonse whined quietly, so any one who may be outside wouldn’t hear. He spoke as if he wanted sweets from his mother. Roger just looked at him, trying to hold his gaze and not let his eyes drop to the blonde’s mouth.

 

‘Come on Roger.’ He breathed, loosening the redhead’s tie and unfastening his belt.

 

‘No…I…um…’ Roger stuttered.

 

‘Ha!’ Alphonse said. ‘You do want it, don’t you?’ He grinned impishly.

 

‘I do not!’ Roger whispered loudly, though the words of contradiction were more for himself than for Alphonse.

 

‘Do, do, do.’ Alphonse said animatedly, almost in singsong.

 

‘I’m straight…I only like girls!’ Roger pleaded.

 

‘liar.’ Alphonse grinned, lunging at Roger’s mouth with his slightly open. Roger jerked and hit his head on a shelf.

 

‘Look what you’ve done now.’ Alphonse said.

 

‘I’m getting claustrophobic…’ Roger said, almost warningly. Alphonse smirked in amusement.

 

‘Liar.’ He said again.

 

‘I don’t like guys that way…’ Roger tried to convince both of them. Alphonse could tell his defenses were weakening.

 

‘Except me.’ Alphonse smirked, pressing closer to Roger and licking the exposed skin from where he had partially unbuttoned his shirt. Roger winced and half jerked away with a helpless little mewl that Alphonse found both cute and arousing.

 

Roger sighed. Damn Alphonse for being so stubborn…

 

‘Call me by my name.’ Alphonse said, smirking. ‘It’s sexy…’

 

‘No!’ Roger shouted.

 

‘Ssssssh!!!’ Alphonse shushed him, placing his hand firmly over the boy’s mouth. ‘Do you want us to be found?’ Roger pulled free.

 

‘Well…wait, no! No, yes! I want to get out of here!’ Alphonse laughed again. The boy’s cheeks were reddening.

 

‘So…are you gay?’ Roger asked cautiously. He instantly felt stupid.

 

‘Yep.’ Alphonse replied casually, but still not letting up on the pressure he was applying to Roger’s body. ‘I thought I was bisexual for a while, but figured I should stop kidding myself.’

 

Roger half laughed, but swiftly silenced himself in remembering that he was to send a very clear message of ‘no’ to Alphonse.

 

‘Come on.’ Alphonse whispered in that tone he usually kept hidden. ‘Pleeeeeease? One kiss?’ He pouted and gave the sad eyes. The dim light in the dusty cupboard flickered, and Roger’s body tensed at the thought of it going out and leaving them in the darkness.

 

Alphonse’s longing gaze changed. A cruel and teasing smile spread across his lips.

 

‘You’ve never kissed anyone before, have you Roger?’ He asked quietly. The smile widened when Roger’s face got redder.

 

‘So cute!!!’ Alphonse said excitedly. Roger glared at him.

 

‘Shut up, idiot!’ He hissed.

 

‘You don’t want to have to tell people your first kiss was with a guy, do you? That’s it, isn’t it?’ Alphonse smirked. Roger’s gaze fell in guilt and shame, though he didn’t know why.

 

‘It’s ok.’ Alphonse whispered comfortingly. ‘You can do what you want, not what others want.’

 

Roger thought about this. In a way, the boy who rarely used his head was right.

 

‘Who says I want to?’ Roger spat.

 

‘Well.’ Alphonse grinned. ‘That does…’ He pointed downwards, and Roger followed his finger and eyes, until he saw in horror that he had an erection.

 

‘Shit!’ He muttered. His face went so red that Alphonse thought he might faint.

 

‘I hate you, s…’ He cut himself off with wide eyes.

 

‘Roger?’ Alphonse’s eyes gleamed excitedly. Roger shook his head violently. His guard was quickly diminishing.

 

‘I hate you, Alphonse!’ He hissed.

 

‘Shut up.’ Alphonse said, staring at his lips. ‘If it makes you feel any better, I hate you too.’ His smile disappeared suddenly as he lunged at Roger. This time, the boy was too mortified to jerk away in time, and their lips clamped together firmly.

 

After the initial mad rush of trying to get Roger to cooperate was over, Alphonse could soften the kiss, and show the boy what pleasure he had been missing out on for months.

 

Roger didn’t pull away. He told himself a) it was impossible and b) he was just curios, but the truth was, and they both knew it, Roger liked what was happening. He kissed Alphonse back, but he let the more experienced boy do most of the work. He apparently wanted to anyway.

 

Alphonse pulled away for a few moments, long enough to satisfy himself with that look on Roger’s face, and long enough for Roger to sigh ‘I hate you, Roger.’

 

Alphonse pecked Roger’s lips and then kissed him slightly more passionately, letting their tongues gently caress, being careful not to over-do it. He leant all his weight against Roger’s body, with one hand against the door next to the boy’s head.

 

He pulled away again, and dropped to his knees in front of Roger. He unfastened the nervous boy’s belt fully, and lowered his trousers and boxers.

 

‘What are you…?’ Roger asked, but he trailed off. ‘Alphonse, I really don’t think we should…’

 

‘Just relax.’ Alphonse said with a comforting smile. ‘Or pretend I’m Raginald.’

 

‘Gross!’ Roger wrinkled his nose.

 

‘What?’ Alphonse laughed. ‘You two seem so at ease with each other. I’m jealous.’ Roger blushed furiously again.

 

‘Calm down.’ Alphonse whispered. ‘It’ll be fine. And I promise you’ll like it.’ He grinned and without another word, took hold of Roger’s throbbing erection and started licking him slowly. He sucked gently and expertly, making Roger wonder how many times he had done this before.

 

Roger threw his head back and hit the door hard, and pressed a flat palm firmly against the wood of the door to attempt to steady himself. He let out a louder-than-either-of-them-would-have-liked moan, and tried to stifle the next one by biting into his blazer sleeve. He succeeded a little.

 

‘Told you you’d like it.’ Alphonse said.

 

‘Don’t stop.’ Roger found himself breathing out loud, almost unaware of it. He heard Alphonse sigh slightly, before he felt the blonde’s mouth back where it had previously been, embracing more of Roger than before. Roger reached down the hand down that wasn’t on the door to grip the beautiful blonde hair beneath him. Alphonse sucked slightly harder, and reached out a hand to steady himself, and found Roger’s hand on the door. The blonde gripped Roger’s waist with one hand, and stroked the redhead’s hand with the other.

 

Roger let out a small whine. Alphonse felt his own trousers tighten, but decided that today the boy had dealt with enough. He would save his pleasure for another day locked conveniently in a closet, because he was just so selfless.

 

Yep, it’s just give, give, give with me. And I only expect a little in return…

Roger gave in after a few minutes, and Alphonse automatically swallowed.

 

‘Impressive.’ Alphonse said, coming back up to Roger’s level. ‘Practice a lot, do you?’

 

Roger didn’t reply, but leant against the wood of the door panting, sweating and breathing heavily.

 

‘You’re so goddamn cute…’ Alphonse said, surveying the inexperienced boy, who had apparently just had a taste of heaven. And so had Alphonse, after all these months. ‘Not just cute…sexy…’ He dotted kissed slowly up Roger’s collarbone and neck.

 

‘Thanks.’ Roger breathed, though he didn’t know why he was saying it. They both laughed.

 

‘The pleasure’s all mine, trust me.’ Alphonse said. He was rather surprised when Roger reached up and grasped his tie, and used it to pull the older boy closer to him again and into a deep kiss. He seemed disappointed when Alphonse pulled away, and was now reluctant to ever leave the tiny, dark, claustrophobic broom cupboard.

 

‘I hate you, Roger.’ He breathed with a cheeky smile. His piercing green eyes burned holes into Alphonse. ‘I hate you for making me like you.’

 

‘I love you, too.’ He smirked back, producing a key from his blazer pocket. ‘Now let’s go deal with that glass.’