Seifer was so glad he could multitask.

Not only was Hayner's room just as messy as his own...it was also filled with a lot of feminine clothing. He had to hold his stomach to keep from bursting out into laughter, and he didn't trust himself to speak--he thought he might've broken a rib or two holding in such enormous laughter. He was content to watch him tidy up the bed, quite flirtatiously actually, as he tried to quell the giant wave of laughter inside of him.

Noticing that the mess on the floor was almost higher than Bentley was, he bent down and cleared him a path towards the closet, which was open and had a nice, uncluttered place at the base of it where he could lay down.

Hayner just knew that he'd get shit for all the clothes his mother had him wearing. He vaguely wondered if he could convince Seifer to not laugh, but enjoy them. He knew how to work with them; Roxas had made sure of that.

He finally looked back at the other and watched as Bentley lay in the closet, yawning and snorting a little, looking up at Seifer with what seemed to be gratitude.

"There...hope you don't mind him in here...he won't let me be without him if I'm home." Not even in the bathroom.

There was a big grin on Seifer's face, and he took in a deep breath before speaking again. He reached down and held up some...really frilly, girly, pink...thing from the floor. "I won't laugh. If you wear this before I leave," he offered, setting it aside from the rest of the mess.

"I don't mind him in here," he offered after a moment, stretching. "He doesn't seem to be a troublemaker. Unlike someone I know." That last sentence was dry and intentionally teasing.

Eyes wide and on that...really frilly, see-through..gown-thing...he sighed a little. "How long do I have to wear it?" A pause, "And no pictures." He didn't need it getting around the school that his mom thought 'gay' meant 'girl'.

He snorted, "Nah, he's much more laid back that someone I know." He added teasingly, tugging Seifer through the mess and on top of himself on the bed.

Seifer shifted to get comfortable, staring down at him with an amused grin on his face.

"...Fine. No pictures," he agreed after a moment, unwillingly. "And just for a few minutes. Until I leave." He'd wanted to take at least one. He paused for a moment, and then leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss.

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Hayner still expected him to try; whip out his phone at the last second and snap the quickest and best picture he possibly could. And he'd likely spread that around to everyone, and Hayner would be forced to get a sex change or something.

"You don't wanna finish the movie?" He questioned, but he honestly didn't have any real need to. He just wanted this moment; it felt like something he'd needed his entire life and he'd never even known. If that escapade in the dark room had never happened, he likely still wouldn't know, and still think that he just hated Seifer, instead of...all this. He was sort of regretting, though, coming to his house, thanks to that...thing he'd be stuck wearing for him until he left.

"After we do this, of course.."

"Hm...that depends. Will you wear that purty outfit?" Seifer teased, barely holding back a stream of laughter.

"Yes, of course after we do this," he informed him, raising an eyebrow. "Why would we go back down now after we came up here?" He shifted, stroking his hair and bringing their foreheads together. "Are you going to make my coming here worth my while, now?"

Hayner looked back at it, making a face, before sighing and nodding. "I'll wear it..." It would likely, if Seifer liked it, initiate more of this behavior, but...that was okay with him.

"Well, I just meant...today, I guess." He sighed, "I don't want you to just leave after we're done." He informed softly, as their foreheads rested together. He could always play it off as being too into his body to let him leave after just once. "I am." He added with a smile, leaning over to his bedside table and pulling out a tube, setting it beside Seifer on the bed. He then pressed their lips together a moment, before getting up and moving to the floor, tugging Seifer over. He gently kissed at all the skin he could reach, purposely skirting around something very prominent.

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Hayner was very interested in explaining his new find to the other, but he wasn't about to chance it. He knew Seifer would likely leave if he said anything.

He snuggled up close, allowing himself to be cleaned as he wrapped an arm around the other's fit body and closed his eyes. He was out before he knew what was good for him.


Hayner awoke slowly to a large mouth kissing his face with an equally large tongue and thick slobber. He pushed at the large dog up on the bed, trying to move away from it, pushing himself closer to Seifer. It was three hours later, and he was drenched from hair to chin.

"Dammit, Harker, back off."

Seifer woke to the sound of complaining, and he snorted when he saw Hayner practically being assaulted by the dog. He reached out and stroked the dog's ears, trying to coax him to the other side of the bed, where there was room for him. "Over here, boy. There's room over here."

The dog made sure to step on both of them before coming to lay beside Seifer. Stretched out, the dog was far taller than the tallest boy in the bed.

"That's Harker, he's a Kangal." He offered, "Mom thought we needed a dog for protection, so she got him. He's huge and frightening, of course, but he's no guard dog. He's a lover, not a fighter. Our guard dog around here's Bentley." Who had managed up on the bed and lay his thick body on top of Hayner. "They're my babies, if anything. Love me more."

Seifer had no qualms about having the dogs curled up in bed with them, but he only responded with a faint 'mm.' He didn't seem like he particularly liked getting up after more than an hour of sleep.

He rolled over a bit so he could curl himself around Hayner. "We left the movie on downstairs," he muttered, pointedly.

"I paused it before we came up.." He replied, licking his lips. "Did you want to finish it? They'll likely follow us." He wasn't so sure he wanted to get up.

The dog laying beside Seifer stretched, pushing the taller male more into Hayner; the smaller blond enjoyed every second of it.

"I'll even wear that little thing for you...if you want." He had promised, after all.

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At the mention of Hayner wearing the pink, frilly...contraption, Seifer perked up a bit, sitting up and giving the large dog a nice belly rub.

"We'd better finish it, yeah..." He tried to keep his voice neutral, but...it was difficult.

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Hayner licked his lips a little, not having expected such a reaction. He could even tell in Seifer's voice he wanted to see it. Pushing Bentley off, he looked at him seriously.

"Why do you want to see me in that thing? If you're just going to laugh, I don't know if I want to do it."

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"Mm...did I say I was going to laugh? Maybe I would find it..." he paused, then grinned, "...attractive."

He sounded completely serious.

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At that, he nodded a little, trying not to seem as excited as he was. He knew this was likely just a plot to get him in some stupid outfit and laugh his ass off, but the thought of Seifer finding it attractive...that spurred him to move.

He moved over to where it had been laid, sucking in a deep breath before closing his eyes and picking it up. The slinky thing was tugged up over his head and allowed to fall down to the tops of his thighs; a pink fluff circled the bottom hem, and the strap on the left shoulder slid down. He turned to look at the other, knowing for sure he was about to get a camera shoved in his face.

"There..." He sounded uncertain.

Seifer wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh until he couldn't breathe anymore, until his lungs imploded.

However, he restrained himself, grinning a bit. "I'd mistake you for a chick if I didn't already know your gender, quite well," he offered. "Yes, it is quite attractive, by the way. Shows off your legs."

"Go ahead and laugh, I know you want to." Hayner replied flatly, looking away with a slight glare at a Brian Molko poster on his far wall. "And thank you..."

Did Seifer really just compliment him? That was strange.

Seifer had swallowed his initial laughter, and he no longer felt up to dredging it back up again. "I'm not laughing," he replied, pointedly. "Got no desire to. Just...shut up and accept my compliment, would you?"

He didn't sound rude, or mean. Just neutral, and maybe somewhat reassuring.

Hayner made a face, but sighed and nodded, moving over and crawling onto the bed to kiss his lips again. "I've got some stuff mom bought me that's actually school-appropriate, if you want to take a look at that." He only wondered if Seifer would take his offer.

"If not, we can go finish the movie."

Seifer responded to the kiss contently, before wrapping an arm around Hayner's waist and pondering his offer.

"Hm...that sounds a bit more interesting than the movie, actually," he quipped, grinning.

This actually brought a slight blush to his face. Hayner never blushed. This was new for him, entirely.

"Oh...okay." He brightened a little, "But if you pick some girly top, expect the vest." He fought to his closet and snagged a large stack of clothes. "You see, if you were wondering or care, mom thinks that because I'm gay, that means I enjoy being a crossdresser. All the clothes she buys me are girl's...so...I'm trapped in it."

Seifer did not miss that blush. It was an amusing sight for him.

He sprawled out in a sitting position on the bed, watching him. "Huh. So that's why you have these? I thought you enjoyed wearing them," he added, grinning.