The Host Clubs Valiant Prince

Boxer son god distracted by how nice Tamaki’s skin felt as he covered it in the lotion. “You must use some really nice body wash man because your skin is like… Fuckin perfect.” He wouldn’t say it was nicer than a lot of girls he came into contact with in fear that the comment might hurt his feelings. He had noticed Tamaki always had a lovely aura and smell about him, maybe this was just another thing that came with his natural glow.  "Alright then, all done." He purred patting his back a bit. "Now do me?" 

He finished lathering the other's back and stepped away. "Now we're safe from the sun's evil rays!" 

"I’m sorry a guest what?!" He asked as he was pulled to the back of the music room by the tall blonde stranger. He had called him handsome? Nothing people- correction: girls didn’t usually say but now there was something else? A guest host? What the heck did that even mean?

"A guest host, of course." He repeated. The music room was full of women fawning over the rest of the hosts. Heads turned when the blonde entered the room, greetings were offered. "As hosts we entertain the beautiful young women of our school." He turned a brilliant smile on the newcomer. "You would make an excellent host."

((it’s been so looonnnng)) 

“Yeah, he is Tono~” Topaz optics were bored as he stared at the other, reflecting the emotion he always felt when he was without Kaoru but hopefully this would prove to be some form of amusement, “What’s wrong, ne? Get in trouble again~?”

His face lit up and if Hikaru looked closely he would almost be able to make out the faint outline of the lightbulb above his head. "You have to come with me!" he exclaimed. "Yes! That's right! We must both go outside. I cannot have my hosts locked away in this stuffy room." He stepped forward and grabbed Hikaru's hand, shoving open the door with his shoulder. If he was with Hikaru he had a real excuse. 

“Oh, hello there.” He said looking at a very happy blonde standing before him. His uniform was different from any school he had ever seen before.

"Well, hello there." He turned, putting on a dashing smile for the new guest. "What a handsome young fellow you are! Why don't you come with me? We could always use a guest host for the day."

“Tono, where’ve you been? Kyoya-senpai is looking for you.”

Tamaki stopped in his tracks, en route to exit the music room. He turned slowly, a sheepish grin on his face. "Was he really?" he asked, feigning innocence. He had been sneaking out to avoid another talk about finances with the raven-haired male. But Hikaru didn't need to know that. 

He knew Tamaki would say yes to his deal, he began putting the sunblock on his hands. “I learned that all the bottles that say spf 35 and higher are lying, 30 is like the highest protection scientifically possible or some shit like that. So all that spf 50 is totally fake.” He said holding his hands up. “Weird huh? Now turn around.”

He turned to offer the smooth, pale skin of his back to the other's lathered hands. He couldn't reach parts of his back himself, so naturally he had not qualms about letter Boxer do that for him. 

They talked as he drove, Boxer explaining everything from public restrooms and showers to the concession stands and vendors all along the shore. In no time they were finally at Daten City beach. “Well here we are.” He said pulling into the sandy parking lot. “Now don’t act too excited, you will draw unwanted attention.” He said leaning in as though it was some sort of secret. Slipping out of the car and pulling his shirt over his head he grabbed chairs and an umbrella out of the trunk. “Let’s roll, babe.”

He followed Boxer's example and slipped his shirt over his head. The sun was warm against his pale skin and he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to put on sunscreen. He could not risk letting himself burn in the heat of the sun. "Boxer," He followed behind the other blonde as their made their way onto the sand. "What about sunscreen?"

He did have a plan to have a little fun with the host in the sand after all the beach fun Tamaki could possibly bare was said and done. Following him to the car he popped the trunk so all could be packed and then hopped in the drivers seat. “You said it.” He said starting it up and speeding for Daten City beach. “You’re gonna love it Tamaki.”

"How far is it?" he asked, trying for small talk to keep his mind off the actions of the other. This was certainly a different view. He rarely rode shotgun; always carted around in the back of a limousine. 

Now this next pair was just right. “That will do nicely.” He nodded getting up from his seat and circling the host a few times. It made his butt look nice and his back dimples stick out, perfect. “Gosh look at you, you’re fuckin’ perfect.” He chuckled again and slid his fingers through the other’s hair. “Alright then pack the rest of your shit, let’s roll.

"Commoners beach, here I come!" He exclaimed, stuffing the towels sloppily into the bag and practically running out the door to Boxer's car.

There were more colors on them besides red, others like yellows and oranges with accents of cool colors. “This might go better and the cold colored accents might compliment your eyes better babe.” Settling back in his seat he crossed his legs and egged him on.

He bit his lip as he slid off the pair of trunks that were not suitable, per Boxer's opinion and stepped into the next pair. He let the waistband slap across his slender waist before walking forward once again, ever the model. "How about these then?" He queried, stopping to admire himself in the mirror. 

As soon as the boxers were removed he grabbed them and began messing with them as he watched, a habit he had. It was nothing personal of course, the cloth taking the shape of a gun, then returning to normal as he watched. Once he was dressed he made a small twirling motion with his finger to get Tamaki to spin. “Hmm this one is almost too plain for someone as nice looking as you. It doesn’t compliment you enough. Try a different one then?” He said with a small wink.

With a huff, he turned toward the rest of the garments. "Which one should I try next then?"