He was sure Omi and Ken thought he was more than a little crazy for giving Aya a present on his own birthday. In fact, the youngest member of their team had expressed that thought only a moment ago as he was carrying the brightly wrapped boxed up to his room where Aya was waiting.

“Yohji-kun, you usually receive gifts on your birthday, not give them.”

Of course that was followed by the presentation of his and Ken’s joint offering – a gift certificate to one of his favorite clothing stores.

Yohji truly was touched by the generous, thoughtful birthday gift. “Hey! This is great. Thanks chibi. Thank your boyfriend for me too when he gets back from playing in the park.”

“It’s called coaching soccer, Yohji-kun. As you well know,” Omi replied with a chuckle. “So where are you and Aya-kun going tonight?”

“Dinner first, then to my favorite club. The one where they don’t care who you are or who you’re with or what you wear. It’s great.” Yohji felt the smile on his face grow as he thought about the evening ahead.

“Have a good time then, Yohji-kun.”

Yohji intended to have more than a good time. Hopefully Aya would enjoy himself too, even if he was regretting those hastily spoken words a week ago when he promised Yohji anything for his birthday if the blond would give him one hour alone to finish the novel he was reading.

Oh yes. Anything.

Opening the door to their room, Yohji stepped inside and shut it behind him, pausing to smile appreciatively at the sight of Aya sitting on the bed. He was freshly showered and in the process of running a comb through his long, red hair. It reached mid-back now and so far the man hadn’t made noises about cutting it off.

Yohji held the wrapped box out in front of him. “Happy my-birthday, Aya.”

“It’s un-birthday, Yohji,” he calmly replied, not bothering to glance at the gift.

“Huh?”

“Louis Carroll reference.” With a sigh, Aya set the comb aside, his gaze flickering from the box to Yohji. “Is that what I’m going to be wearing tonight?”

“Right on the first guess. Go on, open it.” Yohji handed the present to Aya, doing little to hide his anticipation.

Aya made short work of the ribbon and wrapping. He opened the box and peered in at its contents, clearly both perplexed and displeased.

“It’s a leather skirt.”

“It’s a kilt.”

“A kilt?”

“A Utilikilt actually. I found the company on the internet. They’re somewhere in the States.”

“And this is what you want me to wear tonight?” Aya was skeptical.

“Yep. There’s a shirt to go with it underneath. Something I found while shopping.” Yohji started rocking up on the balls of his feet, unable to hide his enthusiasm for the outfit he’d selected.

Aya pulled out the leather kilt and examined it carefully. There was no denying it was a well-made item. The black leather was supple to the touch. He could imagine how soft it would feel like against his bare skin.

Underneath the kilt was a white sleeveless shirt in a button-down style, but instead of buttons it had silver buckles. Closer inspection revealed a light sheen to fabric courtesy of its Lycra blend. It was obviously going to be clinging to his upper body rather closely. No wonder Yohji was so excited.

Aya gave a grunt as he handled his outfit for the evening. “Okay Yohji, I have to ask. Why a kilt? I can understand you wanting me to dress-up in an actual skirt better than I can you wanting me in this thing.”

Yohji’s smile turned lecherous. “Because you’re a gorgeous redhead with pale skin and legs to die for and because I figure I’ll never get the chance again.”

“Hn. Very well. I don’t have to wear this to dinner, do I?”

“Nope, we’ll come back to change.”

Aya nodded. Yohji realized he was being awfully cooperative. Still, the man had promised him anything.

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They ate dinner at a small Italian restaurant that Yohji favored and, for once, the blond did not insist they linger over dessert and coffee. He was far too anxious to return home and get Aya into his new clubbing clothes.

As soon as he parked the car, Yohji all but dragged the younger man up the stairs to their room. Aya surprised him by picking up the kilt and shirt, informing Yohji that he would be getting dressed in the spare room. They would meet up again downstairs.

Yohji was fairly sure he’d never gotten ready so quickly in his life. Practice made it easy enough for him to pour himself into the brown suede pants. His shirt was a tight fitting creation of shimmering jade. His hair was left to fall about his face in soft, honey-blond waves. He looked good and he knew it.

But Aya looked better.

He descended the stairs slowly, gazed fixed on Yohji’s face. The kilt was a perfect fit, skimming across Aya’s knees, but still showing ample leg. The white and silver of the shirt only served to set off his pale complexion while drawing attention down to the contrasting black leather of the kilt. He wore his mission boots with the outfit; Yohji realized he found this incredibly sexy. Somewhere Aya had managed to find a wide black belt. Yohji vaguely wondered if it was one his. He’d left his hair in a loose ponytail, gathered at the nap of his neck with a blue ribbon.

“My god Aya, you look hot!” Yohji found it necessary to give his semi-hard cock a quick adjustment, causing Aya to smirk.

“I and the outfit both meet with your approval?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Then let’s go.”

Fetching their coats, they headed into the garage. It was agreed they would take Aya’s car, considering the fact that it was Yohji’s birthday and the older man was more than likely to get a little drunk.

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The line for the club was already halfway down the block when they arrived, but Yohji simply grabbed Aya’s hand and led him to the front. He knew, once the people working the entrance saw the man, they’d let them both in without a wait. He was right.

As soon as they were inside, Yohji made a big show of pulling Aya onto the dance floor. This was his usual routine whenever he and the redhead were out clubbing. As they danced, he could demonstrate to all the hopefuls watching them that Aya was more than taken and he was not the sharing type. Tonight was no exception.

Yohji pressed his body close to Aya’s, setting the rhythm for their movements. He was pleased when he felt the other man’s arms sliding around his neck as they swayed together. When Aya tilted his head to the side, exposing the graceful line of his throat, Yohji was downright ecstatic. He was also extremely hard.

He nibbled and sucked his way along the length of Aya’s neck, lightly marking him, encouraged by the gasping moans his lover was making. Pulling him closer still, his mouth found Aya’s in a passion-filled, lust-hazed kiss that made the pressure in his groin unbearable. He pushed his hips up against Aya’s, eager to feel that answering heat, spurred on by the knowledge that the luscious redhead wouldn’t be able to hide his erection while wearing the kilt. Only, to Yohji’s shock, there was none. Aya’s cock was not hard.

Yohji made a throaty sound of surprise and pulled away, staring into Aya’s face. The man’s eyes were squeezed shut, a look of pure concentration on his face. Wherever Aya was at that moment in time, it wasn’t with Yohji on the dance floor.

“What the fuck?!” Yohji’s voice sounded harsh even to his own ears.

Aya’s eyes snapped open. “Yohji…”

It was impossible to have a conversation on the dance floor and Yohji was intent to find out why his boyfriend wasn’t enjoying himself. Why it appeared that he had to think of something – someone? – else while they were dancing and grinding and kissing. Taking Aya by the hand, Yohji tugged him off dance floor, across the club, and into the nearest bathroom. It was, thankfully, empty.

Yohji leaned his weight against the door and stared accusingly back at Aya. “Mind telling me what that was about?”

Aya sighed. “Yohji, it’s not what you think.”

“It’s not, is it? Then explain to me why I wasn’t having any effect on you and why you looked like you were thinking about the weather.”

“Nuns and puppies to be exact.”

Yohji just blinked. “What?”

“I was thinking of nuns and puppies,” Aya answered, clearly amused. “So I wouldn’t get hard, you idiot. I am wearing a kilt, remember? Unlike you, I’m not an exhibitionist.”

“Oh.” Yohji hadn’t considered that possibility.

“Besides,” Aya continued, “I wanted to give my gift to you before anything happened.”

“My birthday gift?”

“Yes. Come here.” Aya held out a hand to Yohji. When the blond took it, he pulled him into the handicapped stall and shut the door.

Yohji realized he was holding his breath as Aya turned his back to him and slowly began lifting the kilt upwards. He moaned when it became obvious – painfully obvious to his confined cock – that Aya wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing beneath the kilt. When Aya turned back around to face him, his jaw dropped.

Aya was hard. Very hard. But that wasn’t what caught Yohji’s attention.

Tied around the base of Aya’s cock, digging into his sensitive flesh now that he was erect, was a bright blue ribbon.

“Happy birthday, Yohji.”

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