Felix's Birthday Bash (Camp Buddy, HiroxKeitaro) *now complete*

Chapter 3: The Pick-Up

CHAPTER THREE: The Arrival

Days had passed, and finally the day of Felix's birthday party had arrived, and Keitaro was getting ready in front of his mirror. He spritzed his perfume on himself and took a look at his reflection. He cocked his head and smirked.

While he wasn't really one to fawn over himself, he had to admit, he looked good. While he hadn't really changed his hair, the black suit he had been recommended by William fit him amazingly. William really was incredible at his job. He looked over to his desk where his tie laid. He picked it up with a sigh.

After the events in Dick's Store for the Elite, Keitaro had barely even touched the thing. Every time he had looked at the fabric, he could only think back to what could've been. Had Yoichi and the others not come into the dressing room, he and Hiro wouldve gotten so close they'd... they could've... kissed. And Keitaro could only imagine what that experience would've been like.

Their kiss would've been slow and sensual, as if they had been waiting for the event to happen for their whole lives. Hiro's lips would've been soft and sweet because of the lip balm that Eduard had recommended to him (he had tried some of Hiro's before. It was their first indirect kiss). He could just feel the heat in his hands as he placed them on Hiro's ass while Hiro tangled his fingers in his hair, tugging on the brown strands. Keitaro just wouldn't be able to get enough. He had never been able to get enough. Hiro was always somehow on his mind. Despite Hiro seeming like the obsessed one, secretly, it was Keitaro that couldn't seem to keep away from Hiro. He just hid it well. Hiro to him was everything. His laugh, smile, lips, moans, Hiro, Hiro, Hiro-

"Where are you going out all dapper like that?"

Keitaro startled at the distraction of his thoughts. He turned to the voice and there stood his sister leaning in the doorway, a perfectly shaped eyebrow arched over her green eyes identical to his own.

After almost six weeks of silence from his elder sister Katie, he had woken up to her frying bacon. She had staying in the house for a good five days, and yet Keitaro had still not gotten used to having another body in the house. He turned back to the mirror, letting out a sigh as he began to get on his tie.

"I told you, I'm just going out to a party."

"A party? Like that? I didn't even know you owned a suit."

"I got one."

"Where? When? Hey, since when did you have money to buy all this stuff?"

Keitaro looked away from his mirror to make a face and chuckled at Katie "Jeez, what's up with all the questions? Calm down a little, sis."

His sister pouted and crossed her arms "Can't I know what's going on in your life?"

Keitaro turned to go put on his shoes. He shrugged his shoulders at Katie's questioning. Ever since she'd been home she had been poking and prodding, asking him non-stop questions about what was going on in his day-to-day life. He wouldn't have minded, but these days, it started to sound more invasive than actually caring.

"Goodness gracious Kate, keep on going like this and it'll almost look like you care."

Oh yeah, Hunter had definitely started to rub off on him. Katie stood straight and made her way into his room.

"Excuse me? When did you get so damn secretive? I swear, all this sass is because of your idiot excuses of friends. What happened to us, Keitaro?"

For the first time in their conversation, Keitaro paused to think of his response. What did happen to them? Where did their easy smiles and inside jokes between one another go? When did the 2am cereal dinners and the early morning movie nights just come to an end? Keitaro himself never would understand. They last time he did those things was... was... with his friends.