Deimos drew circles in his notebook. He was beyond bored, his page scribbled with a mere two lines of notes despite being two hours deep into class. He contemplated on just walking out, but since it was a week from Finals missing class was like academic suicide. So, he just sat in his dumb chair in the back, fiddling with his pen, nervously shaking his leg.

He just wanted out. He wanted to visit Mira who was in the photography studio with Gabriel. They were both probably just fucking around since Visual Art kids had the most laid back classes on Earth. They could basically come in whenever they want, and do whatever the fuck they pleased, and what truly mattered was just handing their projects in on time. Several times Mira snuck into the middle of class with a bag of McDonald’s and an energy drink. She didn’t even get dressed anymore. Now that she basically lived with Deimos, she never wore jeans. It was all pyjamas, sweatpants and slippers for her. She didn’t have to get on a bus, so fuck formal wear. Deimos wished he could be as laid back as her.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t. The moment he got back into school, he was slammed with the reminder of his infamy. Summer had him parading out in pastels and colours, dressing more feminine than usual, flaunting his chokers, painted nails, and bracelets. The crowd he associated himself with, Mira’s friends and their partners, knew about his love for pink, frills and jewellery, and for a hot second, Deimos believed he could keep living like that. However, when he got back to school, he saw the way people stared at him. Surprise filled their eyes. Maybe a mixture of confusion and disgust. Fear, too. The usual barista at the cafe in the Arts building actually gasped when he walked up in ripped faded jeans, a bright pink hoodie, black nails and a lace choker. He made a joke about how he changed over the summer.

Deimos felt a little ashamed.

Some fuckers also made fun of him. Freshman, definite jocks from football. Thankfully, their upperclassmen shut them up immediately before Deimos could lash out. Though, they too looked surprised at Deimos’ unexpected change.

Deimos didn’t tell Mira nor Kalmin about the harassment. He just let it slide, this was shit he was used to. He went back to wearing all-black for a bit, with the usual pink hoodie with the flamingo on it. Thankfully, that hoodie was normal for him. The chokers, necklaces, floral print, and pastel stuff wasn’t a good look on him. And that was ok, because technically it was all his summer wear, and it was reaching winter fast, so he’d freeze his ass off anyway if he tried wearing pink shorts in the middle of October. So he wore his leather jacket, ripped jeans, and baggy hoodies, hiding in the shadows for the first few months of school, abiding to the rules, brushed off assholes, and kept up with his studies.

Thankfully, Kalmin and Mira almost nearly made him forget about his infamous reputation. With all the loving they gave him day after day, week after week, a stare didn’t faze him as much anymore. So he re-tried his “summer” look again. Painting his nails was ok. A neutral-coloured choker not covered in lace and frills was ok. Wearing Mira’s flannels and Kalmin’s brightly-coloured sweats and sweaters were ok. A gradual change versus an instant one was ok. It was good for his safety.

Sighing, Deimos leaned back and wrote a few more notes the professor dished out. His mind was wandering everywhere. His eyes scanned the backs of his classmates, not particularly interested in the crowd. He didn’t know any of them, really. Maybe a few familiar faces, but no names to match it. There were two guys near the front with hockey sweaters, though. Probably Kalmin’s teammates. They looked as disinterested with the material as he was. One was scrolling through Twitter on his laptop and the other was staring out into space. Deimos stared at their sweaters for a moment, at the green and navy design and the white, blocky lettering. That sweater meant a lot to him. Many times Deimos has watched Kalmin slip it on without anything underneath. He’s watched the thick material cascade over his rippling back muscles and round ass. He’s noticed how the material clings to his shoulders and thick arms. He’s seen how the front of the hoodie hangs just enough to hide Kalmin’s cock.

Kalmin’s fucked him in that sweater was what Deimos was hinting at.

He’s also worn that sweater. Sometimes after sex, sometimes just around the house, sometimes at night when Kalmin decides to sleep over at the dorms. Mira does it too. She likes burying her face into the wolves logo, and tracing her hands over Kalmin’s last name on the back.

Deimos wondered if Kalmin did shit like that too. Steal his clothes and wear them religiously. Because they were around the same size, maybe Kalmin a little bit bigger in the arms and butt department, they swapped clothes constantly. It was just a normal thing- nothing as romantic as fucking in a university hockey sweater.

But then Kalmin greeted Deimos in his pink hoodie with the flamingo on it after he trudged out of class, and his heart beat a little faster.

“How’d class go?” Kalmin chirped happily.

“Terrible,” Deimos muttered, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. He looked really cute in his sweater.

Kalmin laughed and easily matched his pace down the hall. A lot of students were coming out of class at once, the halls crowded and full of life. They stuck to each other like glue, Kalmin a little bit easier to see with Deimos’ damn hoodie. He looked so cute in it. So fucking cute, shit this boy was the death of him.

“Only a few more weeks, buddy,” his boyfriend pointed out. They walked down the stairs to the main floor where students were starting to break apart and it got quieter. Naturally, the two of them turned to the Visual Arts building. Today was Friday (holy shit, how did a week actually pass that quick?) and that meant no more classes and more hang out sessions with their sweet little girlfriend.

Deimos snorted a response and shivered when they exited the building.

“Heard it’s gonna snow soon,” he brought up.

Kalmin sighed. “Can’t wait. Skating dates will be fun.”

“Oh, shut up,” Deimos sighed.

He laughed. “We’ll get hot chocolate in warm cafes afterwards?”

“Won’t make up for the public shame Mira and I will have to go through.”

Kalmin snickered. “I’ll ask you another time when you’re not grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Sure.”

Deimos smiled at him and rolled his eyes. “I’m dating an asshole.”

“I love you,” Kalmin said softly.

Deimos glanced over at him, and there was that genuine smile on his face that made even his cold heart melt.

“Love you, too, asshole,” he grumbled out.

“Grumpy-pants.”

Deimos elbowed him and Kalmin laughed. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and Deimos’ heart jumped a mile. To anyone, they just looked like two dudes goofing off, but to Kalmin, this was the most intimate thing he could do to Deimos without rousing any suspicion. This was like kissing in public for them. And that thought made him blush.

“So, anyways, what do you want for Christmas?” Kalmin switched the subject happily.

Deimos stared at him, bewildered.

“Kalmin, you do know it’s the middle of November.”

“Deimos, they started playing Christmas music the day after Remembrance day.”

Deimos rolled his eyes. “Fuckin’ Canadians.”

Kalmin giggled. “So, what do you want?”

“Peace and quiet.”

“I can’t buy that.”

“Well then, a gag to shut you up.”

“Kinky.”

Deimos burst out laughing. He smiled at him brightly. “Kinda wanna kiss you.”

He was honestly flattered Kalmin would go buy him Christmas presents in the first place. But, he also didn’t need anything right now. This moment was perfect on its own. He had a boyfriend and a girlfriend that genuinely loved him. What more did he need?

Kalmin’s eyes softened. “I do too.”

Ok, kissing Kalmin was more that he needed.

Deimos tugged him to the Science building’s smoke pit. No one was around, and hotly, he yanked at Kalmin’s collar and smashed their mouths together. A bubble of a gasp escaped Kalmin’s lips before deepening the kiss and humming into his mouth. They licked each other’s insides, tongues twisting and playing and tasting each other. Then, they pulled back and away from each other just before a couple of students exited the science building. Both of them were breathing hard. Kalmin’s eyes were wide, face flushed and embarrassed. When the students left, he sighed deeply.

“I want that for Christmas,” Deimos mumbled.

Kalmin blinked at looked at him, caught off-guard.

“What?” He gasped shakily, still dazed by their kiss.

Hastily, Deimos checked his surroundings before kissing Kalmin again. This time it was sweet and haste, soft and intimate. He let his hand stay on his cheek for a moment, thumb brushing over his thick lips.

“I want that,” Deimos murmured.

Kalmin licked his lips, eyes darkening with lust.

Deimos was a little dizzy at that stare.

“That can happen,” Kalmin whispered. He leaned in close, almost to kiss Deimos, the boy’s heart stalling for a moment, before his boyfriend continued. “-But also lemme buy you shit.”

Deimos snorted. He still wasn’t used to his boyfriend swearing so often. He grinned at him.

“You’re so damn persistent,” he hissed. “I don’t know what I’d like.”

Kalmin hummed. “What if I bought you clothes?”

“Sure, go for it.”

The two of them resumed their pace to Mira’s studio.

“Movies?”

“Yup, cool with that too.”

“Books.”

“Love ‘em.”

“Toys.”

“Cool.”

“Dildos. Like, the monster-goblin kind.”

“Sure why not,” Deimos automatically said. He stopped and sputtered for a moment. His mind was wandering off. He whipped a look at Kalmin and he was cracking up.

“That’ll be the first thing I buy,” he joked.

“You buy me that, and I’m getting something ten times worse.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“A hyper realistic blow up doll.”

Kalmin burst out laughing.

“Mira would get so jealous.”

“Mira would be horrified if you got me goblin dick.”

Deimos made himself laugh. Kalmin was hysteric.

“God, I can see her face now,” the hockey player giggled.

“Don’t actually buy any of that, please,” Deimos pointed out. “Maybe a cute sweater would be cool.”

Kalmin nodded hastily. “Don’t worry, I’ve already got a game plan.”

Deimos made a face and pushed open the door for him. Hot air surged through, immediately making both boys shiver again.

“Then why even ask for my opinion,” he muttered.

“Because I wanted to bounce ideas off you, but you gave me nothing.”

“Ok, hotshot, what do you want for Christmas?”

Kalmin paused for a moment, his expression changing. He looked…embarrassed. Hastily, he looked around and suddenly tugged Deimos away from the crowded halls to the little gallery in the corner. No one was around. Deimos was thrown out of loop.

“You ok?” He asked cautiously.

Kalmin’s voice was low. “I was actually…thinking about a few presents for me the other day.”

Deimos nodded slowly.

Kalmin rubbed his neck nervously. “I-I don’t know, if you don't wanna do it, you don’t have to, b-but I really admire the lingerie you have and it would be kinda cool if you bought me a set? Maybe we can make it a whole surprise for Mira and stuff.”

Deimos’ throat went dry. Immediately, a million sinful thoughts flooded his brain. He short-circuited for a moment. Then he blinked. And then he felt all the blood rush downwards.

“I’ll buy a whole goddamn store,” he blurted out. Kalmin looked surprised. “I-I mean, like, uh- fuck yeah.”

Kalmin burst out laughing. He was blushing. Oooh my god this boy is the death of me.

“Good to know,” he giggled.

“Why would you tell me this now, Kalmin,” Deimos whined. “Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?”

Coyly, Kalmin bit his lip. “Well, I was either going to tell you in the Arts Building with everyone around or here or chicken out completely.”

“Why the hell would you chicken out?”

“I-I don’t know, I mean- we’ve had many deep talks about gender and how it’s all a social construct and you’re amazing for who you are- but y’know, me wearing lingerie…for me personally, i-it does feel a little weird. Like I’m not a man anymore, I-I don’t know. B-But! That doesn’t mean you’re not a man either! Jesus, you’re such a man, you fight good and stuff-”

Deimos gently touched his arm and smiled.

“Dude, it’s ok. I get it. Wearing lingerie can be embarrassing. It’s totally out of your comfort zone. But you wanna try it because you’re an amazing boyfriend.”

“Y-Yes!” He squeaked, but then back-pedalled. “I mean, I don’t think I’m an amazing boyfriend.”

“You are,” Deimos interrupted again, smiling wide. “I’m all in for exploring your boundaries. And dude, if that’s just a kink you have, then it’s just a kink. It’s not like you’re going to be wearing girl clothes suddenly.”

Kalmin laughed shyly. “So you’re saying I’m just weird?”

“Yes, you are weird. But I’m weirder.”

“You’re beautiful,” Kalmin muttered softly, reaching to caress his cheek.

Deimos smirked. “You’ll be even more beautiful when I’m done with you.”

His boyfriend flushed and licked his lips nervously. “I can’t wait.”

Deimos bit his lip and leaned in close, smelling his boyfriend’s minty breath. He wanted to shove him against the wall and devour him whole. Kalmin in lingerie took over his every fucking thought now. He ran his eyes over his figure, in his pink sweater, and undressed him. He could see how different lingeries would affect his figure. He could see how bralettes would stretch across his full chest, and how garters would hug his waist, and how perky his butt would look in see-through panties. His mouth actually watered at the thoughts.

His eyes met Kalmin, and in an instant, Deimos knew Kalmin was picturing it too.

He grabbed his hand and immediately tugged him to the nearest washroom.