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

Chapter 6: The Aftermath

CHAPTER SIX: The Aftermath

Keitaro weaved his way through the crowd, struggling to keep his eye on the orange headed boy in the crowd. What he was going to do when he caught up to him, he wasn't so sure. But all he knew was that he had to talk to Hiro. And if they did more... he wasn't one to complain.

"Hiro! Please, wait up!" He panted.

Hiro spun, taken aback at the call. He stopped in his tracks to face his best friend, making them stand in the middle of the hallway. They stood face to face as passerbys moved around the two.

Keitaro huffed in exhaustion. "Whew, Hiro, slow down. I can hardly keep up."

"Keitaro? I- I didn't think you'd follow."

"Well, uhm... here I am."

They stood in timid silence. Keitaro internally groaned. He was so poised a minute ago. Where did Mr Confident Keitaro go? What was he even supposed to say? "Well hey Hiro, I think you looked real sexy up there, you mind if I fuck you till ya scream?" Ugh, he'd die of embarrassment. But there was no backing down now. He had to say something. He took a breath before speaking.

"Hey, uhm, do you think we can ta-"

"Hey! Yo!"

A shout intercepted Keitaro's question. Keitaro's eyes widened at the voice, quickly pinning it to the same stalker that had been hitting Hiro all night, who was now rapidly approaching them from the karaoke place. Hiro's expression turned sour.

"This guy? Again? What does he want?"

Keitaro on the other hand was quickly getting agitated. Not only has this guy been at their tails all day, but he once again was interrupted while he was with Hiro. Every time he tried to even make a move, someone or something made their moment ruined. It was so difficult just to get a word in. He didn't build up the courage just to be overheard by some loser who had nothing else to do. This was his moment, and he'd be damned if he didn't go through with it. With that in mind, he grabbed Hiro's wrist and tugged him along as he ran.

"Not this time! C'mon Hiro, follow me."

"Keitaro, where are we woah!"

Keitaro ignored his best friend as they raced down the room and into a narrow corridor. Keitaro could vaguely hear the weirdo following, struggling to keep up and steer away from the party attendees. As they whizzed away, Keitaro spotted a nicely concealed door that was opened just a crack. He opened the door and pulled Hiro inside. When they got inside, Keitaro slipped the door shut, locked it and switched on the lights. They listened to footsteps rush past the door. They let out their held breath. Keitaro only realized now that they had entered a fancy bathroom, a large mirror to his left, showing him leaning against the door while Hiro stood in the middle of the room.

Keitaro pushed himself off the door and turned to Hiro, about to ask him if he was alright, but words caught in his throat as he met Hiro's owl like eyes. They just stared at one another, the silence almost deafening. God, were Hiro's eyes always that magnificently orange like that, or was just the lighting? They looked so sincere, full of emotions, almost hopeful in some way. He felt he was drowning in them as he kept eye contact.

Against his brain's command, he felt his legs moving as if they had a mind of their own towards him in the middle of the room. Now he was so close, just like every other time they had a special moment like this.

They were still staring at one another.

Keitaro's hand grazed Hiro's cheek. Hiro sucked in a breath as a silent gasp.