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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Tachibana_Makoto/Yamazaki_Souske, Hazuki_Nagisa/Ryuugazaki_Rei, Matsuoka
      Rin/Nanase_Haruka
  Character:
      Tachibana_Makoto, Yamazaki_Souske, Nanase_Haruka, Matsuoka_Rin, Matsuoka
      Gou, Hazuki_Nagisa, Ryuugazaki_Rei
  Additional Tags:
      Halloween, Cosplay, Bartender_Souske, Smut, Blowjobs, Fluff, Dorkiness
  Collections:
      SouMako_Week_2015
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-18 Words: 2432
****** "It Was Nagisa's Idea" ******
by fangirlingalchemist
Summary
     Maybe getting dragged into a club wasn't the best move on Makoto's
     part, but it's not like he could ever say no to Nagisa. Well, who
     knows, maybe the cute bartender might make it worth it.
Notes
     I'm gonna have fun with this one, Halloween and cosplaying are two of
     my favorite things in the world!
     Hope you guys like it, and thanks for stickin' around.
See the end of the work for more notes
"Nope, I'm not wearing that!" Makoto stared at Nagisa in pure horror.
The blond whined, pouting his lips, "C'mon, Mako-chan! Do it for me,
pleeeeeeeease?"
His boyfriend, Rei, looked up from his book. "Just do it, Makoto-senpai. We all
know he won't shut up until you do. Besides," he let out a delicate shudder,
"You won't be the only one embarrassing yourself. He's dressing me up as well."
Makoto looked helplessly at Haru, he answered without even looking up from his
phone, "He lost a bet and now he has to do what Nagisa wants all week." He
smiled, presumably at a text from his boyfriend, Rin.
"I'm dressing up too. Rin has been.... subpar in the bedroom, lately. It think
it's time to "liven things up" a bit. Nagisa found me an extremely distracting
costume." 
Makoto sighed, he knew there was no way out. He nodded, saving the last
remnants of dignity he had left, "Okay. I'll wear it." He paused, "But do I
have to put on the lingere too?"
**
They arrived at the club right on time, having made their exuses to their
families about their absense. Nagisa, despite looking a good 5 years younger
than his 16 year old self, got them all in with no problems.
Honestly, he may look like a cherub, but he was a delinquent, through and
through. He seemed more than aware of it, and had dressed for the occasion
suitably. He wore sinfully tight, ridiculously short, black leather booty
shorts. His matching black leather boots went halfway up his thighs, where
black lace garters could be seen, and were covered in silver buckles which
 shining in the streetlight, the heel adding an extra four inches to his tiny
frame.
His shirt was the most decent part of his outfit, a simple, black, long sleeved
shirt, with a wide V-neck exposing his shoulders and collarbones. Of course,
this was to put on display the very realistic looking "vampire bite" on his
neck, the fake blood drawing attention away from his red eyes, acentuated by
thick eyeliner and thickened lashes, and fake fangs that peaked out from behind
pouting, blood red lips.
All in all, Nagisa looked like... Nagisa. Looking like cute little victim, when
he was actually the hunter. Makoto felt a familiar sense of pity for Rei, then
even stronger when he looked at his kohai's outfit.
There was an embarrassed flush on Rei's cheek that refused to go away, partly
because of Nagisa's teasing, and partly because of the length of his skirt,
which seembed to have been measured for an eight year old girl and not a 16
year old boy.
In fact, the only thing stopping Makoto from seeing his underwear at a single
gust of wind, was that there were so many layers of lace underneath to make it
impossible for the light rainbow colored skirt to be fully lifted.
In fact, Rei seemed to be just covered in light colored lace, in every color
imaginable, from his skirt, to his frilly turtleneck, to his thigh highs, to
his tiara and the butterfly wings on his back. He was an artful explosion of
butterflies, glitter and rainbows, and somehow, he pulled it off, with a
makeover to make a most professional drag queen cry in jealousy, and an outfit
accentuating all the right curves. Rei was, in fact, almost unrecognizable,
except for his glasses, which Nagisa had also covered in pink lace and glittery
butterflies. 
Rei shifted nervously in his purple butterfly shoes, only to be calmed by
Nagisa holding his hand gently, leading him onto the dance floor. Makoto
watched them disappear into the equaly elaborately costumed crowd, turning to
the ever silent Haru.
Haru looked stunning, to say the least, in tight, white jeans and a form
fitting light blue dress shirt, which matched his eyes. His sleaves were rolled
up and the top three buttons were loose, exposing his chest. It was a simple
outfit, from his top to his white dress shoes, but what made his stand out was
his face.
Nagusa had spent hours gelling and treating Haru's hair, till it looked like
the perfect bed head, giving him avsexy fucked out look. It worked well with
his eyes, with had been artfully lined with liquid eyeliner. His lashes had
been thickened to a sleepy, seductive gaze and peered out of his mask.
A fleathery, light blue thing, witch matched his shirt and accentuated his
cheekbones, it added an aura of mystery to his quiet friend. What made him
stand out even more was the bright blue glitter on his lips, which, according
to Nagisa, tasted like cotton candy. 
All in all, Rin was a lucky guy, and Makoto couldn't comprehend any problems
with their relationship, bedroomwise. But then, he hadn't been able to maintain
a relationship for over a month, so what would he know?
Haru leaned over to shout in his ear, the music was ridiculously loud, "Rin
just texted. I'm gonna go find him. You good?" 
Makoto nodded, "I'll be at the bar. See you later." Haru pressed a kiss to his
cheek, then darted off. He seemed in good spirits, probably because Nagisa had
insisted they get a little drunk before coming. It had helped to make the
dressing up process a little less painful.
The made his way through the crowd. When surrounded by his friends, he hadn't
felt all that nervous, but now that he was on his own, the full extent of his
situation hit him.
He was 17, in a gay dance club, slightly inebriated and wearing an outfit that
warranted emmidiate disownmet should anyone see him. 
He sat at the barstool closest to the wall. It was a comfy little nich, kinda
dark, and more cut off from the rest of the club. It was the clearly the
alcoholic wallflowers' spot, but he figured he could use it as a "relax out of
sight till he can go home" spot.
He looked out at the crowd, spotting Nagisa and Rei dancing. They were clearly
enjoying themselves, and were attracting a good amount of attention, with their
fluid movements and rhythmic steps. 
He smiled. Nagisa really enjoyed these types of places, and, no matter what he
said, Rei did too, once he had loosened up a bit, that is. 
He continued to scan the floor, spotting Rin's red hair instantly. It seemed
like Haru's outfit had more than done it's job. Rin seemed to be all over his
shorter partner, their bodies moving in synchronized movements, reminding
Makoto of how they would swim together, in perfect harmony. 
He grinned a little, taking out his phone and snapping a quick photo. Rin
looked up and waved at him, making a few poses for the camera. He was in a
simple, red dress shirt, coupled with form fitting, white jeans. He had on a
feathery, red mask and was grinning widely, showing off his sharp teeth, which
were surrounded by glittery, red lips. Makoto then realized that the two of
them matched. Nagisa really was a clever thing when it came to dressing up.
Haru took notice of their audience and also waved at Makoto, but then easily
distracted Rin from the camera, looking back with a wink. They continued to
dance, entering their own world, captured by each other. 
Makoto nodded, smiling, then decided to play some games. He was interrupted by
a deep voice calling to him. "You want anything, sir?"
He looked up quickly in disbelief, he recognized that voice. "Yamazaki-san!"
He stared. In front of him was the most gorgeous man he'd seen in his life. He
was speachess.
Souske looked back at him, equally disbelieving and surprised. "Tachibana? What
are you doing here?" 
Makoto fumbled with his reply. He couldn't remember Souske being that hot
before. Like, he was hot, and definitely caught Makoto's eye before, but he
seemed different, somehow. Maybe it was the form fitting bartender outfit. The
black dress pants hugged Souske's ass in a mouth watering way, and the black
suit vest, coupled with the rolled up sleeves of his white dress shirt, almost
made Makoto's heart stop. His black bowtie was slightly crooked, and his hair
was styled and gelled. He was even wearing a thin layer of eyeliner, and wait,
was that gloss on his lips?
"Umm, I'd be asking the same thing, but," Makoto looked away nervously, "I
don't think either of us want to get caught."
He looked up to see Souske staring at him, an unfathomabke expression on his
face. He was immediately reminded of what he was wearing. He looked down,
running his fingers through his hair nervously. 
He was wearing tight, black jeans which had more artful tears in it than actual
material, putting most of his legs on display. That in itself wasn't so bad,
but it was the tearing in the back, exposing almost his entire ass, and his
lime green, lacy briefs, that made him blush. 
He had on a fitting, black, V-neck T-shirt, with simple braided leather
bracelets on his wrists. His had on a wig, matching his hair color, but long
enough to reach halfway down his back. There were small braids in it, to keep
and strands out of his face. The look was completed by realistic elf ears and
an unearthly makeover, giving him a surreal appearance.
He had fought Nagisa on it, but had to concede, when presented with the final
result: "Punk Elf" was a sexy costume and he would never doubt his friend
again.
Though, having Souske see him wasn't what he had in mind. Speaking of which,
Souske had left with a nod to attend to other customers, but not before sliding
him a small piece of paper.
He picked it up curiously:
"My break starts in five. We can talk in the breakroom, if you want.
Text me
080********  
Souske
Makoto smiled, entering the number into his phone and sending off a quick text.
"See you then 
Makoto ;)"
He panicked when he saw that he had sent a winky face and was about to send
another text when he got a reply.
"Looking forward to it ;)"
He froze, was Souske.....? Well, he was working at a gay bar, after all.
Suddenly, he had something to look forward to. He silently thanked Nagisa for
making him carry condoms and lube.
In no time at all, he received a text:
"Meet me in the back"
Makoto got up, sending off a quick text to Nagisa:
"I'm in the back room. Call me when we have to go. Have fun."
He made his way to the back, feeling strangely confident. He saw Souske and
smiled.
"Hey."
Sosuke, opened the staff door, motioning him inside, "Hey, yourself, Lord
Elrock."
Makoto laughed, "It was Nagisa's idea. I was lucky, it could've been way worse.
Have you seen what he made Rei wear?" 
Souske chuckled, leading him to the back room, closing the door behind them. "I
don't know. I wouldn't have minded seeing you in a lacy skirt. Though," he gave
Makoto a slow once over, "I do appreciate the current view, as well." 
Makoto flushed, "What are we doing, Yamazaki?" 
It was Souske's turn to flush, "Well, I was thinking something along the lines
of chatting and getting to know each other, but if you wanna do something
else....."
"I'm all for something else." Makoto's response was rushed and he seemed
surprised at his own forwardness.  
Souske smirked, "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really." He surged forward, tugging on Souske's bowtie. Deftly undoing
it, he then wrapped it around his fingers, using it to pull Souske into a
kiss. 
The gloss on Souske's lips tasted like bubblegum and, coupled with Makoto's own
apple flavored glitter gloss, their mouths soon tasted almost nauseatingly
sweet. It was sloppy, and their teeth clanled together a few times, but they
made up for it with wandering hands and enthusiasm. 
Souske had cupped Makoto's ass in his hands, squeezing them as he pulled their
crotches together, making them gasp. Makoto was undoing Souske's buttons,
exposing his collarbones and promptly biting them. Sucking marks into Souske's
skin, his hands wandered down, undoing his pants and reaching into his briefs.
He tugged at Souske's hardening cock, eliciting moans from the other boy.
"Hey, Souske, suck me off."
With a moan, Souske sank to his knees, undoing Makoto's pants. He stared,
transfixed, at Makoto's hardening cock under the lace. He took a condom out if
his back pocket, then slid it on Makoto's cock. Makoto caught a glimpse of the
packet and chuckled, "Cherry flavored condoms, really?"
"Hey, working here, what do you expect? Besides, they were free."
Souske winked at Makoto, then sank his mouth down on his cock. 
Makoto swore, grasping Souske's hair tightly. For all his bravado, this was
actually his first time getting a blowjob and, while he had no past experience,
he could tell that Souske was ridiculously good at it. 
He soon felt like cumming, but held it off. He looked down to see Souske gazing
back up at him, peering through thick, sleepy lashes. He had pulled out his
cock and was leisurely pumping it up and down. He caught Makoto's eye, then
sank down all the way to the hilt, swallowing.
With a surprised shout, Makoto came, filling the condom. Souske pulled off, his
breath coming out in pants as he stricken himself to his own climax. Cumming
with a moan, he then rested his head on Makoto's thigh, nuzzling against his
jeans and he took off Makoto's condom, tying it and tossing it. 
Makoto sank to the floor, taking Souske into his arms, and kissed him. "Anyone
tell you that you are a fucking sex god, lately?"
Souske smirked into Makoto's shoulder, nipping a small bite, "Now they have."
His voice was rough with sex. He sighed, not wanting to move, even though they
were sticky with gloss and his hand was covered in drying cum. "Want to see
what else this sex god can do, Tachibana-san?"
Makoto laughed, "Maybe in a bed this time? And Makoto is just fine."
"Understood, Makoto." Souske rasped into Makoto's ear, "You should call me
Souske, then." 
"Okay, Souske. My place or yours?" 
"I wouldn't mind visiting Rivendale, Lord Elrock."
Laughing, they cleaned themselves up, then made their way out the club. Makoto
sent off a quick message to Nagisa:
"Heading back. Bringing a bartender with me."
**
Nagisa checked his phone and grinned. He sent a text back:
"Good on you, Team Captain.
Tell Souske I said 'hi' ;) "
 
 
 
 
 
End Notes
     Waaaah! Only one more left! So saaad! (Though, now I can finally
     sleep lol) See ya'll tomorrow!
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