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"B-boss?" Kariya stutters when Joshua wanders in, headphones around his neck, loose shorts catching between his legs.
"Yes?"
Kariya smirks, opening his mouth to talk back, then shuts it with an audible click as Joshua nuzzles down into the neckline of Neku's top, letting the hair gel scent and the soft feel of his lover sink into his skin.
"Nothing.  I'll take Uzuki out, shall I?  Leave you with... your clothes."
Joshua smirks, throwing himself onto the sofa for a brief moment, watching fish swim aimlessly beneath the floor.  The neckline of the shirt should rub under his chin, scratching it, but instead, it is soft, from Neku's constant wear, gently slipping over his Adam's apple.  The shorts he can't get used to, feeling exposed in the thin fabric, knowing it would be instantly obvious if -
He glances down in resignation, staring at the tented crotch of the shorts.  This sort of thing happens if you stay in the body of a fifteen year old boy, he reminds himself, and there's no shame in it, especially not when you've usually got a lover to...
Not. Helping.

"Are you alright, Neku?"
"Oh!" Neku jerks back to the present, before smiling, "Yes, Aunt, I'm fine. Just... thinking."
"Does Neku have a special young lady?" his aunt asks his mother, before he can protest, "Oh, he must do, look, he's gone all red."
He tries not to think about long, pale limbs stretching above him, head thrown back, throat exposed, and coughs, shifting his thighs against each other.  Josh's jeans are, frankly, not helping with the constriction issues, even if his mother did profess him as looking 'just like a little gentleman'.
"Well, that Shiki girl does spend time with him, I wonder if it could be her." He listens to his mother whisper conspiratorially, thinking how miffed Joshua would be to know his mother thinks Shiki a suitable match for him.
The edge of the shirt collar is silky, when it brushes over his skin, and he unconsciously chases it with his cheek, rubbing against his own shoulder, following the scent Joshua seems to leave everywhere, dust, glass, cool steel, something which echoes control in every nuance.  Neku always jokes that if he could bottle it, he'd have to name it 'Precision'.  But today, it's not inspiring orderly confidence in him.  In fact –
"Actually, I'm not seeing any girls right now." He says, the lust thick in his stomach making him pour all the emphasis on 'girls' and watch his mother pause for a moment.  He goes red again, under the scrutiny, and hopes his curled knee is in the way of his groin.
"So that's where you're always going at nights!" his mother says, at last, her face a mixture of horror and worry, "Out to that sort of club?  Neku it's dangerous, I won't have – "
"I'm seeing someone."
Why is he volunteering this information?  There's something about wearing Josh this way which makes him blunt, makes him smirk a little around the corners of his mouth, loving that he can still shock his family.
It doesn't quite work out as planned.
"It's him, isn't it?  That boy I saw you with, up on Spain Hill?  The boy in the dress?"
Neku bites his lip at the picture, remembering scratchy lace and soft velvet, then realises he hasn't answered.
"Yeah.  Joshua."

"Joshua?  Josh – Boss?"
Uzuki wanders in, takes one look at her Composer, legs spread, head thrown back, and leans against the wall.  It'll all be over soon, the body's fifteen, edging towards sixteen now Neku's grown older, and boys have never been known for their stamina.
"Uzuki?" the pale Composer moans out, slowing his strokes a little, one hand still wrapped around the fabric of Neku's shirt, shorts kicks halfway off.
"I've got ten minutes, Boss, you finish up, I'll give you the reports.  Two Players erased since yesterday, some of the wall Reapers are having issues with – "
"Get out!"
Uzuki is through the door fast enough that she knows it wasn't entirely of her own volition, and Joshua can hear her giggling her way down the corridor, but he doesn't care anymore, wants Neku, wants the closest he can be to him right now, which is here, wrapped in his clothes like armour against the day's job.  His completion echoes through the room, careful to catch everything in a hand to banish it, not willing to risk soiling Neku's clothes.  He'll never let Joshua borrow them again if he does, and Josh has to admit to finding it strangely alluring.
"Are you done?  Or are you waiting on round two?" Uzuki asks from outside, soon enough that he knows she was listening.
"Everyone's a comedian." Joshua snarls, and struggles to snap Neku's shorts back together before the pink-haired Reaper bounces in, smirk nearly splitting her face.

Neku's gone through enough torture with the family picnic, and is still wondering how Josh copes with pants quite so tight when he walks towards the pad.  There are a few Reapers walking in the same direction, including a couple of members of Def March, he thinks, though it's hard to tell Wall Reapers apart when you're no longer a player.  He's shifting uneasily in the jeans now, needing to see Joshua before he does something stupid, needing him after being able to smell him and feel him all day, all though the tiresome stages of letting his mother and aunt know he's seeing someone, seeing Josh, and for goodness' sake, his mother seems almost happy that he's got someone, anyone at all, utterly ignoring the fact that she's seen him, seen that smirk and the dress, and fuck, that was a day and a half, spending most of it in the UG, with Josh able to lift the skirt at any point, for Neku to drop to his knees in a crowded street and trust Josh to keep them from flickering into the RG at any point, whilst he got on with the business of blowing his lover.  The most memorable part of the day had been taking Josh over a display in Pegaso, right under the nose of those snooty shop assistants, Josh moaning his name as Neku fucked into him, both of them clothed.  They'd had to trash the dress after that, too stained and stiffened with evidence of pleasure.  But Joshua always said it had been worth it, and Neku was pretty sure it had been, too.  Besides, it wasn't like it was the only dress the Composer had hidden away in his seemingly never-ending closet.  He steps into the main room, the fish under the floor making a flock under his feet to say hello, but he's not paying attention to that, because Josh is there, legs spread, Neku's shorts around his ankles, two fingers twisting inside him.
"Get in me." The Composer orders, without looking up, and Neku's struggling with too-tight jeans, pushing them down just enough as he walks across the room and just shoves in, no finesse, because they're fifteen and this isn't going to last, but fuck if it isn't brilliant whilst it does.

Once sated, they lie, still entwined, and Neku lets Joshua lazily card fingers through his hair.
"We're doing this again."
"My mother knows.  About you.  And the dress."
Joshua would colour if he were human, but he doesn't allow himself that, just shrugs and tugs a little harder at a snarl in all those orange spikes, Neku wincing until the touch becomes more gentle and he purrs into it.  It's always worth teaching Josh that there are rewards for doing things nicely.
"Does this mean I get to see your house?"
Neku does colour at that, because he's fifteen in truth, not just because his lover is and he de-ages himself to that, although perhaps that time will come, and ducks his head.  The movement shifts him inside Joshua, who hisses, and Neku slides out, apologetically.
"All I could do was think about you all day.  I got no work done."
"I thought you said you wanted to do it again?"
Joshua giggles.
"Oh, Neku.  I never said it was a bad thing."