#theglasseshewore

When he heard that request, time seemed to stop. He knew the other liked to tease him, and to be quite honest, he adored it. He loved the attention the glasses gave to him, the warmth, the humor, but this was unlike those times.

This was crossing a line they hadn't yet, even though the bar had felt it so many times, the desire simmering just under the surface. He knew Glasses-kun was well aware of it, every time he blushed revealing it easily even if the blush was all he would let show, or at least wouldn't hide.

But now, there was no way he would be able to hide it, especially performing in such a (hopefully) sensual way for him.

"I can't promise it will be good..." he mumbled, more than a little nervous for this first exploration of anything truly sexual with the other. And the glasses weren't even really participating. "I'm not as educated about these things as you are."

That wasn't going to stop him from trying though. Pushing the glasses back into a stool with a small hint of embarrassment, he checked to make sure no one else was around to see them. It was late at night. The only people who would be were already asleep, so with a step back, he let his fingers find the buttons on his brown jacket.

His only thought on this was "go slow." Build the anticipation. He had heard the words before upon witnessing things like this in England, but he had tried not to pay much attention. Now he was almost regretting it.

The bar fiddled nervously with the top button, circling it before delicate fingers pushed the light brown fastener out of its hole and gently tugging the sides of the cloth apart. He felt somewhat ridiculous. One button and his breathing was already becoming heavier, but he couldn't stop now.

Two more buttons followed before he threw something new into the mix. He ran his hand up his exposed shirt between the sides of the jacket before sliding it back down to get the next. Teeth sunk into his lower lip, the sensation of love and lust affecting him and making him braver for the one who owned his affection.

Head tipping back even as shy eyes glance over the glasses' expression, he quickly popped the last couple of buttons. The cloth slid down his arm as soon as the other arm was pulled from the fabric, catching it in his hand and depositing it on the floor behind him with a gentle toss.

His body was trembling now, only one garment gone and two more to go. Calling upon his limited knowledge, he joined the glasses on his stool and straddled his legs as he pushed the other against the counter.

It was awkward to say the least. The bar didn't dare put all his weight on the other, or surely he would be made more aware of the problem with his love than he already was. As a result, he more hovered than sat on the other, challenging himself to briefly brush their lips together.

A brief taste...it was all he allowed himself or he surely wouldn't get through the rest of what was requested.

Shaking hands found the hem of his shirt, the flush on his cheeks showing in the dimly lit bar as it darkened further. There was no point in hiding it anymore. Doing this for the person watching him with a rapt expression was turning him on terribly, more evident than any time before.

He pulled it up slightly to start, a tease as promised. Whoever had decided upon this body for him had been generous, and lifting the shirt just slightly showed off the well-defined muscles that had been there since his first foray into a human body. His fingers made an aborted attempt to brush over them until embarrassment got the best of him. His hands instead moved to the back collar of it, tugging it off over his head to leave him half-naked in front of the other.

He shivered in the sudden chill of the room, arms crossed over his chest in an effort to hide behind them. It was a useless attempt however. He knew the minute he reached down for his pants, he would be completely exposed in that way.

Toeing off his shoes, he stalled for some time, any time to regain some of his quickly dwindling sanity and control. The second he even touched the button of his pants could be disastrous; he was well aware of how visible his "interest" in the one watching him was by now.

Hesitantly, carefully...his fingers worked at the hipbones just evident above the waistband of them, another chance to stall for time despite the awkwardness he felt at touching his own skin this way. Then, slowly, they came together, one hand pinching the denim and the other pulling the button free.

A darker flush covered his cheeks, his eyes falling closed as his lips parted in a heavy breath, chest quickly rising and falling with the effort to breathe through his body's excitement. One last part, and it would be an exquisite agony. His forefinger and thumb found the zipper.

Eyelids fluttering open momentarily to gaze at the other with dark brown eyes, he tugged down the zip over its teeth, biting hard on his lip in a futile effort to prevent a sound from coming out. A low moan reverberated in his throat before slipping out.

The pants fell to the floor, nothing holding them up as he stood in only boxers. The red that painted his cheeks couldn't darken any further as he gazed in humiliation at the one he loved due to the sound he made. He couldn't go any longer, boxers as far as he could go. Tugging them down would reveal a sight that wasn't hidden much anyway, but for the sake of it all, he wanted to preserve some of his modesty.

That was...unless the glasses wanted to take this further.

Dangerous thought. It was a dangerously tempting thought, but it had the bar stumbling back over the puddle of pants at his feet, steadying himself against one of the nearby chairs. "I...I-uh...I have to..."

With a shaky step and unsteady gait, he collected the clothes that had been discarded, taking them with him to the back room and simply sitting with them awkwardly.

"G-go away..." he mumbled irritatedly to the issue that still remained which prevented him from willingly putting the pants back on yet.