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The two of them walk into Illi’s room, both thoroughly humiliated after the events of the day. Their school seriously sucked. Ray and Illi’s parents didn’t care what they chose to wear to school - was it really so bad that he wanted to wear the pants that came with the uniform and Illi would rather wear the skirt? To the school, it apparently was. They wouldn’t let Illi even buy the skirt, and even though she’d taken to borrowing Ray’s - lord knows he didn’t want them - she was now forbidden to wear them just as he was forbidden to wear her trousers.
“This is bullshit!” She cried out, throwing down her satchel, “I can’t believe they’re forcing you to wear a skirt!” Ray flushed.
“It’s BS that they won’t let you.” He said softly. He knew that it affected her a lot, he’d heard the whispers of her being a “dude in a skirt” from their classmates, and she got a lot more shit than he did for swapping their clothes.
“Yeah well, I wear pants sometimes” Illi said, “You never wear skirts, and I guarantee you some of the girls would rather wear pants - at least when it’s freezing out you know? - but no, this school is patriarchal and transphobic.” she looked at him apologetically after her rant was done, “You want to borrow a pair of my sweats? I know you hate dressing like that.”
Ray nodded, his face burning red. He hated how he felt in a skirt. He’d never liked wearing skirts or dresses, even when he was young. Now that he understood the root issue - that being that he wasn’t a girl and those types of clothes were for girls he understood it more. He just hated how it made him look feminine, how it clung to his hips and ended just above his knee. He didn’t even roll it up the way that some of their classmates did to make it shorter but he already felt like his whole ass was out. He was wearing boxers underneath so he wasn’t too worried about flashing people, but he still hated it. Whenever he had to walk around the halls at school dressed like this, he felt like everyone was looking at him and seeing how out of place he looked in the clothes.
“Thanks Illi.” He sighed, “I’m really sorry that the principal was such an asshole to you.” Illi shrugged but he could tell that it was bothering her.
“It’s no big deal.” She shrugged, “The uniform sucks anyway, I dress cuter when we’re not in school anyway.” She turned from him and rifled through her dresser, grabbing a pair of pajama pants to throw to him. He should really just leave a pair of his own jeans at her place for days like this, he ended up over at her place after school most days anyway. He was thankful that she thought of it though, and started unzipping his skirt (gross) and pulling it down his legs. The whole time he was aware that Illi was watching him.
It make him feel flush and warm. It wasn’t like Illi hadn’t seen him undressed before. Even before they became…whatever they were now…He’d changed around her. She was one of the only people he was comfortable undressing around. He knew that she wasn’t looking at him and seeing a woman, maybe that’s why he was fine with her seeing him undressed.
It also helped that she knew how to make him feel good.
“Illi!” He whined, “Don’t look at me like that.”
She smirked, knowing damn well what she was doing, “I don’t know what you mean.” She said, “I’m just enjoying the show.”
“Is that what this is?” He stopped, the sweatpants she got for him still in his hands. He could put them on and go back to wallowing in his frustration at being forced to wear the girls uniform. Or he could see where this was going.
“It certainly seems like it to me.” Illi smirked, “Though I think that I’d like to see some more.” She took a step closer, her hands finding the softness of his hips. He shivered - damn Illi and her forever cold hands. “Do you want that? Do you want me to touch you?”
Ray nodded, “Yeah.” He whispered.
“Alright sweet boy.” She smiled, “Just let me make you feel good.”
She leans in to kiss him, sending butterflies through Ray’s stomach. Illi is a really good kisser - and the only person that had ever kissed him. She deepened the kiss almost immediately, licking his chapped lips and leaving the taste of her cherry chapstick all over his mouth. He moaned into the kiss, his own hands finding the fabric of her shirt. Illi was his best friend. He thinks that he might be in love with Illi. When she pulled back for air, he was left panting and breathless.
“Wanna taste you.” Illi panted, “Wanna make you feel good. Do you want that, sweet boy?”
Ray nodded frantically. He loved it when Illi put her mouth on him, she was so good with her tongue, and it was good in a way that he’d never felt before the two of them had started messing around.
Illi is seemingly pleased by his answer, “Good, you know that I love your dick.” with that she sunk to her knees, pulling his boxers down and leaving him exposed. Ray shudders as she does. Sometimes he hates being fully naked around Illi - it’s just another reminder that his body isn’t what he wants it to be - but Illi does what she can to make him feel good. Again, she gets him in a way that most other people don’t and he can rely on her to affirm him however she can. Her chilly fingers find his crotch and spread the lips of his sex, revealing everything. “So pretty, you’ve got such a pretty cock baby.” Illi cooed, making Ray moan loudly before leaning in and licking a stripe right up his clit. “It tastes so good too.”
He whines, glad that he’s standing in front of her bed so that he can lean back against the bedframe and brace himself as she eats him out like he’s a 5 star meal. His hands find her hair, fingers twisting in the black locs as she licks him and sucks against his cock. The eye contact is insane but he can’t look away.
This isn’t the best moment to come to the realization, but Ray thinks that he might really be in love with Illi. As she sucks on his cock and licks against his sex and makes him feel amazing.
“Illi!” He cries out, glad that they’re the only two people in the house with her parents at work and Mikey off doing whatever it was that he did. It didn’t matter, what it meant was that Illi and Ray could be as loud as they’d wanted to. They messed around after school like this more than a few times, but this time was just so intense. “Feels so good.”
Illi moans into his sex, the vibrations sending a pleasurable thrill through him. There’s a tightness building in his stomach and he knows that he won’t last long. “Illi!” he cried.
She pulled back, “You’re so pretty Ray. All wet and pretty for me. You taste so good.” He whined, her finger finding his sex and rubbing against his cock and continuing the assault on his senses. It’s so much - bordering on too much - and he knows that he won’t last much longer. “Are you close?” She asks, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Yeah.” He admitted.
“Good.” She dove back in with fervor, her lips and tongue working like magic to bring Ray to the edge until he was cresting over and feeling what might be of the strongest orgasms that he’d ever had.
“Oh God, Illi!” He cried, his legs feeling weak as he leaned further against the bed. Using his grip on her hair, he pushed her back and away from his sex due to how overstimulated he was from her mouth. “Too much.” He panted.
“Ok, that’s ok pretty boy.” Illi tapped his thigh gently, smiling up at him, “You feeling good?”
His heart was pounding and he’d literally just cum, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah, really good. Definitely better than earlier.”
“Good.” She smiled, “That was the goal.” she stands, stretching and looking so casual like she hadn’t just had her face buried between his legs.
“Do you…” He trails off, discreetly trying to figure out if she needed him to return the favor.
She notices where his gaze is and just smiles at him softly, “I’m good honey. Don’t really wanna be touched right now.” Ray nods, he gets that.
“Ok,” He said softly, “You’re great Illi.”
“Oh Yeah?” She smiled, “Well, you’re pretty amazing too.” It’s such a soft moment, and once it passes, Ray cleans himself up as best he can and redresses - this time in the borrowed sweatpants. As he ends up cuddling into her side on her bed while the two of them played mortal combat, he thinks about telling her what he’d thought about earlier - that he thinks he might love her - but decides against it for now. He’s going to have more time with Illi, and plenty more moments to tell her just how much he likes her. Right now, he just wants to sit here with his best friend and enjoy their video games - shitty transphobic administrators long forgotten.