"Gray, no," Natsu protested, but his effort was in vain because Gray was already taking off his coat and putting it around Natsu's shoulders and Natsu was going to die of embarrassment, he really was.

Gray smiled. Natsu glared at him, cheeks hot.

"Now we both look like prostitutes," he whispered harshly. We're going to be thrown outside. God, they're going to assume the poor man was gay and that we're some sort of ex-paid-hook-ups who came to say goodbye to a client and holy shit the wife is looking at us. Look away, oh my god, Gray is-

Natsu felt mortified.

"Why are you glaring at her?" Now everyone would be sure they were hookers. Can the ground just swallow you up entirely if the world's greatest disaster is too much to handle? Can that happen? Please, dear god, can that happen?

Gray shrugged, sent him a small reassuring smile that was not reassuring at all when he wasn't wearing a shirt in a room full of people. A strong pale hand reached out to entwined itself with a trembling tan one and Gray leaned in so close, why is he so close? Don't. Don't you dare kiss me here in this room with these people, I will strangle you, I swear to anime and manga which I hold above god, I assure you, and then Gray whispered into his ear, his lips barely brushing Natsu's earlobe and making a shiver climb up the pinkette's spine, "I didn't like the way the man next to her was looking at you," then he was fully into Natsu's space, teeth lightly nipping at the same earlobe making Natsu hard when there was no conceivable way to hide it and mumbling, "Only I want to look at you like I would fuck you if there weren't other people in the room."

Natsu was praying silently in his head. Let the ground open now. Please. He was so hard it was painful and Gray was shirtless and saying these things and it felt like Natsu had no room to breathe in his stifling leather pants.

In hindsight, he blamed Lucy. And by extension, Loke and Erza because Lucy had been a perfectly innocent girl before those two turned her into a fiend like them.

Natsu had finally forced himself to pick up the phone and call Gray to set up a date, which was a stuttering and embarrassing process in and of itself, and then he realized he had exactly zero idea what to wear because he'd never even been on a date and he usually just wore the same kind of jeans or pants and a t-shirt or long-sleeve cotton shirt in the winter with his scarf. Actually, his scarf was there no matter what time of the year it was, but that wasn't the point.

The point was, Natsu had no idea what to expect from a date, or what was expected of him, so he called Lucy because he'd heard her tell stories of previous dates to get Loke jealous back before they figured their shit out, so he thought maybe she could give him advice because the alternative was asking Erza and the last time he asked Erza for advice, he ended up in a sex shop all of seven times. He decided that, after this particular experience, he wouldn't be asking Lucy for advice anymore either.

A possessive arm made its way around Natsu's exposed waist and Natsu squirmed uncomfortably. "Gray," he breathed out frustratedly and entirely too red in the face when he noticed just how many people were staring, "Y-you're too… close. The people-" are looking at us like we're animals in a zoo. Jesus.

"Forget the people," Gray said, his other hand coming up to slide into Natsu's hair softly gripping pink locks at the base of his neck and making him bite his lip to keep an obscene sound from escaping his lips, but Gray heard the sound catch low in his throat anyway and his eyes darkened as he watched Natsu intently. How can you forget the people? They have… you know… eyes, and- and faces and they're just looking at us. Look away, people! Haven't you ever seen two gay men close together in tight revealing clothes? No, no they probably haven't. Fuck, this is a nightmare.

Gray was too close and too shirtless and too fucking sinful for Natsu to deal with at the moment and he kept stuttering, but managed a, "I-I'm g-going to the bathroom," as he wriggled out of Gray's hold and ran for the toilet, wrapping Gray's coat tight around his body to cover himself. You took his coat. He is shirtless and he's going to be standing there alone and you took his coat. How selfish are you? He's not going to accept to go on another date. Why would he? With you? Look at you. Like seriously, you look like a hooker and not the classy type.

Today was supposed to go just fine. His first date. What was the worst that could happen? This. This is the worst that could happen. Literally the only thing that beats this is you being in the coffin with the dead guy.

He was wearing Lucy's pair of skin tight leather pants, that had each pant leg cut down the middle and threaded together with laces from the bottom of the pant leg the the very top of the thighs so that just a part of Natsu's short black underwear was visible. He had on a tight black shirt that cut off just above his abdomen and had a silk red Dragon embroidered along the back whose wing looped over his shoulder, courtesy of Erza for his birthday, a shirt Lucy had picked out for him. And he was wearing black lace up boots. With heels. Lucy said they were unisex shoes but after having so many strangers stare at him, Natsu highly doubted that. He had also worn eyeliner and he had literally told Lucy he thought the entire outfit was too much, but she assured him it was 'perfect date material' and he'd trusted her judgement. You are an idiot. Never again, you will never trust her judgement ever again. She is an Erza in training. Her and Loke and Erza and screw it, even Jellal. None of them. No advice from any of them.

Because somehow he'd ended up dressed like he was going to be giving someone a handjob in a car lot as he'd stood in the middle of a fucking funeral service next to Gray who hadn't put on a shirt under his coat and stood there all calm and poised wearing nothing but skin tight ripped jeans, black timberland shoes, and hard nipples from the cold. Natsu blushed on his way to the bathroom stalls just thinking about it.

When he found the bathroom empty, he sighed in such genuine relief that he thought maybe the air itself felt sorry for him. It probably does, even the air feels sorry for you. Think about that.

Natsu had told Gray on the phone he could pick where they went, and obviously Gray hadn't chosen a cemetery with an indoor burial site. They were just unlucky enough to be caught in the middle of everything. Or Natsu was. He didn't think Gray was quite as unlucky as he was on a consistent basis. Because you're the socially repressed idiot who has an insane crush on someone way out of your league and he's a normal human being, again, something you aren't.

Gray said their date would be a surprise. He'd shown up in his car to pick Natsu up, brushed Natsu's hair out of his face, looked him up and down, nodded to himself, and said, "Beautiful." Natsu turned crimson at the attention and Gray stifled his laughter over Natsu's motion sickness, trying to be sympathetic as he followed the GPS system to the restaurant. They had been in regular traffic, Natsu opening the window afraid he might puke in his date's car, when a lunatic driver sped out toward them. Gray swerved left, his car screeching against the pavement in protest, causing a few other drivers to veer off their path. There was honking and sirens and Gray turned left to get away from the frenzy… and right into the middle of a car line for a funeral procession. There were cops in motorcycles at the front and the end to stop traffic from hitting the vehicles and suddenly Natsu felt sick for an entire different reason. He had asked Gray to please just turn away, but Gray said he didn't want to get a ticket, and they could just leave once they got to the cemetery. Natsu was too nauseous to protest further and he'd relented. Then they go to the parking lot and a car parked behind them, blocking off the exit and a crying old woman fell and Natsu got off the car, forgetting exactly what kind of outfit he was wearing, and helped her stand. Of course, then he was escorting her to the coffin because she was trembling and he was too ashamed to admit he didn't belong there.

And then Gray was standing beside him and they looked like they were ready for a porn shoot and pale hands started feeling him up and Natsu thought he would spontaneously combust. Or at least cum in his pants and he didn't think he could survive the wave of humiliation that would forever follow him if he was that guy that had an orgasm at someone's burial. In front of several people. He was horny, but he was also a virgin and that was not how he wanted to have his first orgasm caused by another person. No. No way.

He still felt like the leather pants were crushing his dick and he went into one of the stalls to hide in case someone came inside and started to pull his pants down. They were hard to get on in the first place, so he didn't even try to get them down below his thighs without Lucy there to help him get the leather back up around his hips, but he lowered them just enough so that he felt like he could breathe again, his boxers now the only thing restraining his rigid length.

There was no way he could go back outside and give Gray his coat back when he was this hard. He tried to think of anything to will his aroused state away, but everything kept spinning back to Gray and he couldn't stop himself from planing his crotch and groaning, biting his lip to keep quiet. He was very, very loud when he was turned on and it took a formal complaint from his neighbor and weeks of awkwardly avoiding the man every time in the hall since then to make him realize that. You have enough awkward situations without avoiding specific people and then you went and added that to the long lists of embarrassment you've forced yourself through. Why? Just why?

He shoved his boxers down in one swift, angry movement and tool himself in hand, braving himself with one arm leant against the wall, his teeth biting into his fist to keep him quiet. He stroked quickly, thumbing the slit at the head of his cock and wincing at the rough feel of his own hand without lube, coating his fingers in the sticky mess of precum and blathering it slowly on his length, wanting this to move along as quickly as possible. You're jerking off at someone's burial. You can't… forget it. Just get it over with. Think about Gray. Think about him kneeling down in front of you, pretty lips wrapped around your cock because he licked his lips when he held that dildo and he's probably just filthy in bed.

God, just think about the things he would do to you. How he would fuck you in that room if other people hadn't been there. Because you wouldn't have said no, would you? You would have let him stretch you open and take you because that's all you want. You want to be his hole to fuck, don't you, Natsu?

Can you imagine it? Him gasping out your name, his breath skimming your shoulder, hot on your neck, those teeth nipping at your ear the way they did in public only as he fucks into you from behind? Or maybe as he scratches his nails deep into your back while you fuck into him? What did he say that last time? He'll think of you when he uses it. Think about him naked, the heat of him on your cock. What does he look like when he uses the pink dildo you couldn't even hold without shaking? What does he look like touching himself, bringing himself to the edge, thinking about you enough that he mouths your name when he's too out of breath to make sounds. Fuck.

He was so close, so far gone that he didn't hear the door to the bathroom opening. Didn't notice that he hadn't locked his stall. Couldn't stop little moans from escaping his lips.

Was scared absolutely shitless when two arms wrapped around his waist and a cold grip latched onto his cock, his hips jerking forward into the touch in spite of his fear. And then he heard Gray speak and that fear turned into shock and disbelief and an unbelievably pressing need for more. Still-

"What are you-"

He didn't get any farther because Gray was yanking the coat back off of on tan shoulder and his mouth latched onto the skin of Natsu's neck, sucking harshly and leaving a deep red mark as Natsu's breath stuttered out and the hand on his cock moved and Gray's touch was paradise on earth. Forget heaven and the afterlife. This was what all the pain in life should be rewarded with. Just Gray. Just all of Gray and his mouth and his smile and his smirk and- oh yes, fuck yes- his hard cock now free and rutting in between Natsu's cheeks at a feverish pace, his hand moving up and down Natsu's dick in tandem, his hand reaching up under the tight dragon shirt to pinch Natsu's right nipple, then nails taking down his abdomen and leaving deep red angry marks over his skin and making Natsu shiver with unbridled desire as he warred with himself over whether he should buck into Gray's hand, of jut his ass further backward to feel the heat of Gray's length against him because Gray was fucking hung and Natsu was damn near drooling, he wanted him so bad.

"Why did you come in here to hide from me?" Gray asked, his hand squeezing the base of Natsu's did.

Natsu shook his head vehemently. "I-I w-wasn't," he denied. I hid from them, not you.

"No?" Gray asked, biting lightly at the junction where neck met shoulder. "In a stall," Gray pointed out, "Making those sounds."

His voice grew deeper, his hand moved faster. His hips rocked forward slowly. "Making those sounds," he whispered, biting down a little harder and shoving Natsu right up against the side of the stall, "Wearing my clothes."

Natsu hadn't removed the coat because there wasn't a hook to hang it off of and he couldn't very well drop it on the floor. From, Gray's perspective, finding Natsu in the bathroom wearing his coat and masturbating furiously probably looked very intentionally seductive and Natsu flushed red.

"I didn't mean to-" he started, but Gray bit down even harder to reprimand him and then the hand teasing his nipple came up to caress the front of his throat, to turn Natsu's jaw so that he was looking straight into midnight eyes, pupils blown wide. "Fucking sexy."

His hips sped up. His hand matched the pace. He held Natsu's jaw and kissed him, a sloppy, messy thing that was more gasping and panting than actual movement and left Natsu sweaty and warm.

It was all too soon, too fast, too public, and Natsu was flooded with sensations he'd never had with another person and suddenly he was higher than air, his head thrown back and leaning on a pale shoulder and Gray was rutting against him furiously. There were two long streams of white, one landing against the wall and the other ruining the inside of the coat that Gray had shoved up over Natsu's waist haphazardly.

Natsu felt his legs give out from under him and Gray wrapped strong arms around his waist from behind, panting roughly into the back of his neck, sending pleasant little shivers down Natsu's spine. Natsu couldn't really form words yet. Maybe now would be a good time to tell him you're a virgin? Maybe that time passed about five minutes ago. Tell him. Just say it.

Gray's voice distracted him from his thoughts.

"That was… I want-"

He didn't get to finish because right then the door to the bathroom swung open and both of them froze, muscles tense and stock still, listening intently.

"He's not in here," someone called back out. Footsteps. A door swinging shut. A moment of silence.

Both of them breathed out in relief.

"Pervy Exhibitionist." You can finally speak and that is what you chose to say? What if he never wants to do this again? Hell,what if he is an exhibitionist and you just offended him? What is wrong with you?

Gray chuckled lowly, hugging Natsu, pulling him snug against his chest, resting his chin on Natsu's shoulder.

"Idiot," he countered softly. Natsu's heart sunk. He thinks you're stupid. "Want to do this again?" Or not. He wants to do this again. You didn't completely fuck up. Hurray, let's throw a fucking parade for that. Wait. This. Sex. Well, not full on sex, but he probably expects that next time. Tell him. Just tell him. Just fucking say the words, you-

"Moron," Natsu taunted in return, voice shaky, "Yeah… I want," to tell you this is too soon, to say I want you to fuck me anyway, "To see you again."

He turned to Gray. Still in his arms, in the tiny stall that hardly fit the two of then.

He smiled a bright awkward smile.

Gray's face softened and he glanced down at Natsu's mouth, back into wide nervous green eyes, and he leaned in and pressed his lips to Natsu's a soft chaste kiss that lingered as he pulled away, Natsu unconsciously moving closer to chase his lips. Gray laughed and kissed him again.

When they finally got out of the bathroom, literally every eye in the room was trained on them.

When a teenage girl came up to Natsu and asked, "So who tops?" in a voice that she thought was a whisper, but turned more heads than Natsu could deal with, he flushed so bright he felt momentarily dizzy and Gray latched an arm around his waist to steady him. The girl thought Natsu's stumbling was hilarious and said, "I guess it's clear who tops then."

"He does not." Why? Dear god, why? You said these words out loud. You said this to someone in a funeral service!

Gray didn't comment and just pulled Natsu away from an overly curious girl.

When they got back to Natsu's house because it was pretty late, Gray gave Natsu an absolutely winning smile and said, "So I don't top?"

Natsu's brain stuttered to a halt. "W-what?"

Gray leaned across the middle of their seats and whispered into Natsu's ear, "Because I've been using the flowers you got me. I really wouldn't mind if you fucked me. Soon."

Natsu thought the amount of blood rushing to his face didn't kill him only because half of his blood was rushing to another area of his body in leather pants that gave him no way to hide the evidence of just how much Gray affected him.

"I-Ill call you," he stuttered out, opening the car door and stumbling to his door. You know you could just tell him. It's not that hard.

He got to his apartment and finally breathed a little easier.

An insistent hardness pressed against his leather pants. It is that hard.