[pemp]
WAYA NOT?
by huabot
Waya came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and pretending to be Touya Akira. Hikaru suddenly regretted not joining him in the bath.
He was a little shy about it for whatever reason, but someday soon Waya'd marry a nice girl and settle down with a family, and he was looking forward to it, and with anyone else Hikaru might have wondered what the hell they were doing then. But for Waya that's just how it was.
For Hikaru....
"Stop joking," he muttered, reaching for the lamp to turn the light back on, but Waya caught at him, hands damp but warm under the cooler moisture. Hikaru heard his own breathing in the space that followed. Most of his mind was processing the fact that this was actually happening. It sent shivers up his arms that reached his shoulders and knotted, having nowhere to go from there.
"Shindou, I mean it."
He closed his eyes for a moment in thanks to a universe that couldn't be half as cruel as he'd thought, because Waya didn't actually sound all that much like Touya, and he couldn't keep that he thought the whole thing was amusing entirely out of his voice. But he didn't sound like himself, either.
Hikaru opened his eyes. Even in the faint light from the windows there shouldn't have been anything about Waya even a little like Touya. His hair was wet and hung down more than usual; maybe he'd even combed it out that way. But there was little real resemblance. There just wasn't - except for the faint tilt to his head, the tension that had to look nothing like his own right now, nothing like Waya either and almost exactly like Touya, as though he were holding himself back from something even as he was driving himself forward. Even in silhouette it was distinct...maybe even more evident because of it.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything to express his utter refusal of the scenario. But Waya took the chance to strike. He moved forward and caught Hikaru's other wrist, pressing him back, and slid his leg over Hikaru's thighs until he was straddling his lap. The towel had slipped aside, half on Hikaru's leg, half on the bed. He could feel the damp weight of it even through his jeans; see the paler blur in the dark.
Waya had clearly, clearly had too much to drink, but not so much that he wasn't ready for action; Hikaru felt the evidence in his lap. "What were you holding that towel up with?" he asked, trying to inject a note of humor, on his side as well. He wasn't going to let any kind of weird mood come out of this. No matter who started it, Hikaru was the one who'd have to deal with Waya's teasing for the rest of his life if he let it happen.
And, if it was just like that... they'd done this before. Hikaru's fingers closed on Waya's sides. As the other's grip loosened and shifted agreeably up his arms he trailed his hands down, sliding his palms over thighs Waya's thighs and resting them there. He struggled to remember the reasons why the body on top of his wasn't like any other, but those times they'd gotten together hadn't exactly been about lingering touches. Waya felt like a guy and smelled like hotel shampoo.
Hikaru shivered. He just couldn't do it.
But Waya was frustratingly stronger than he looked, and quick, and Hikaru found himself losing.
"I thought you were supposed to be Touya," he growled eventually, letting his head drop back on the mattress and trying to sound exasperated and not out of breath.
Waya laughed his own laugh, and then lowered his head and used his fake Touya voice right in Hikaru's ear. "You saying you could take me, Shindou?" He bit Hikaru's ear and twisted his wrist sharply when Hikaru jerked to smack his head in response.
"Ow! Waya!"
"Oops." He sounded honestly sorry as he let go of Hikaru's wrists - but pressed his forearms against Hikaru's, still holding him, and kissed him in a way that was possibly meant as an apology but meant that water kept dripping from his hair into Hikaru's face.
Hikaru managed to get a hand free without much effort and pressed it to the side of Waya's head, meaning to push him off, but the skin across Waya's cheeks was warm under his fingers from exertion, or alcohol, or excitement. And Hikaru didn't really kiss all the often. What was Waya basing all this on? Touya didn't really strike one as a romantic. Or a sex-crazed wrist-breaking maniac, for that matter. He dropped his hand to his side, fingers curled under his palm.
When Hikaru didn't start the fight again, Waya relaxed a little, but he kept trying to make Hikaru do all the work, taking Hikaru's hands and putting them where he wanted. Hikaru bit him, as Waya seemed to recognize this as a sign of disapproval. Waya tried to say something in his Touya voice that came out worse than ever. Hikaru wasn't even sure what he'd said, but he couldn't find it in him to be curious as he was kissed him again.
It was all strange, so strange, and for the longest time he was too freaked out to be anything more than half hard, and then all at once he managed to forget what was going on for half a second and found himself pushing Waya back, licking at his ear and sliding against his hip, jerking him off furiously through his own climax. Messing with Hikaru's head was one thing, but Waya liked it like that; he came and pushed Hikaru off with slow, heavy hands. They lay there until Waya whined exaggeratedly, "You didn't even say his name," and Hikaru tried to murder him again. He managed much better this time, factoring in that Waya, in his experience, was always lazy after sex, and with the assistance of a viciously wielded pillow.
Then he turned on the light, because otherwise he was going to have nightmares that Waya had gotten Touya to stand in the corner and watch the whole thing, and when the room was reassuringly lit by the dim yellow light he had to sit back on his heels and look down at himself - half-soaked, tie askew but still fully clothed and hanging out of his pants, and groaned, pressing the palm of his hand to his temple, "When am I going to grow up?"
Saying it aloud made him think of his mother and what she thought of his precociousness, nearly the last thing he wanted at that exact moment, but Waya let go laughing again and pushed his foot steadily into Hikaru's stomach until he toppled, knocked out of his thoughts and off the mattress and taking half the bedclothes with him. He lay there and contemplated revenge.
"It doesn't have to be so different," Waya said when he was finished laughing, Waya who had two very different sides if anyone Hikaru had ever met did and didn't look all that wise at the moment, either, naked in a bed that looked like it had exploded and with his hair dripping in his eyes and Hikaru's come on his chest.
"Asshole." Hikaru waved his wrist at Waya in a way that, though meant to remind Waya of his painful suffering, precluded any real injury. But it didn't really matter anyway. "What am I going to say to Touya the next time I see him?"
"Dunno," Waya said, rolling onto his stomach and sounding bored through his grin, "what do you usually do after you jerk off to him?"
"I don't jerk off to Touya Akira!" he didn't know what part of the sentence he wanted to emphasize more, and the whole thing got loud as a result, and for a gut-twisting instant Hikaru thought Touya Akira is here in this hotel but then remembered with a rushing relief that he'd gone on to the airport right after the afternoon matches.
He could have had a megaphone and Waya still wouldn't be listening. He was writhing around on the bed, miming jerking off and gasping "Touya, sq...squeeze!"
Hikaru zipped himself up and reached over to fish around in his bag, still slung on its side at the foot of the mattress where he'd left it that morning. He pulled out a mini go board. There was a full sized board by the window, but the travel set would do.
He made another try at wrestling Waya into submission - a draw this time, but he thought he picked up a few tricks. And then they sat on the floor between the beds and played go. Hikaru made Waya pretend to be Touya, and criticized his performance the whole time. They played for the clean bed, and Hikaru won. Not that Waya seemed to care. He shoved the other half of the bedclothes on the floor and stole Hikaru's covers after the other player fell asleep, still fully clothed, in the other bed.
by huabot
Waya came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and pretending to be Touya Akira. Hikaru suddenly regretted not joining him in the bath.
He was a little shy about it for whatever reason, but someday soon Waya'd marry a nice girl and settle down with a family, and he was looking forward to it, and with anyone else Hikaru might have wondered what the hell they were doing then. But for Waya that's just how it was.
For Hikaru....
"Stop joking," he muttered, reaching for the lamp to turn the light back on, but Waya caught at him, hands damp but warm under the cooler moisture. Hikaru heard his own breathing in the space that followed. Most of his mind was processing the fact that this was actually happening. It sent shivers up his arms that reached his shoulders and knotted, having nowhere to go from there.
"Shindou, I mean it."
He closed his eyes for a moment in thanks to a universe that couldn't be half as cruel as he'd thought, because Waya didn't actually sound all that much like Touya, and he couldn't keep that he thought the whole thing was amusing entirely out of his voice. But he didn't sound like himself, either.
Hikaru opened his eyes. Even in the faint light from the windows there shouldn't have been anything about Waya even a little like Touya. His hair was wet and hung down more than usual; maybe he'd even combed it out that way. But there was little real resemblance. There just wasn't - except for the faint tilt to his head, the tension that had to look nothing like his own right now, nothing like Waya either and almost exactly like Touya, as though he were holding himself back from something even as he was driving himself forward. Even in silhouette it was distinct...maybe even more evident because of it.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything to express his utter refusal of the scenario. But Waya took the chance to strike. He moved forward and caught Hikaru's other wrist, pressing him back, and slid his leg over Hikaru's thighs until he was straddling his lap. The towel had slipped aside, half on Hikaru's leg, half on the bed. He could feel the damp weight of it even through his jeans; see the paler blur in the dark.
Waya had clearly, clearly had too much to drink, but not so much that he wasn't ready for action; Hikaru felt the evidence in his lap. "What were you holding that towel up with?" he asked, trying to inject a note of humor, on his side as well. He wasn't going to let any kind of weird mood come out of this. No matter who started it, Hikaru was the one who'd have to deal with Waya's teasing for the rest of his life if he let it happen.
And, if it was just like that... they'd done this before. Hikaru's fingers closed on Waya's sides. As the other's grip loosened and shifted agreeably up his arms he trailed his hands down, sliding his palms over thighs Waya's thighs and resting them there. He struggled to remember the reasons why the body on top of his wasn't like any other, but those times they'd gotten together hadn't exactly been about lingering touches. Waya felt like a guy and smelled like hotel shampoo.
Hikaru shivered. He just couldn't do it.
But Waya was frustratingly stronger than he looked, and quick, and Hikaru found himself losing.
"I thought you were supposed to be Touya," he growled eventually, letting his head drop back on the mattress and trying to sound exasperated and not out of breath.
Waya laughed his own laugh, and then lowered his head and used his fake Touya voice right in Hikaru's ear. "You saying you could take me, Shindou?" He bit Hikaru's ear and twisted his wrist sharply when Hikaru jerked to smack his head in response.
"Ow! Waya!"
"Oops." He sounded honestly sorry as he let go of Hikaru's wrists - but pressed his forearms against Hikaru's, still holding him, and kissed him in a way that was possibly meant as an apology but meant that water kept dripping from his hair into Hikaru's face.
Hikaru managed to get a hand free without much effort and pressed it to the side of Waya's head, meaning to push him off, but the skin across Waya's cheeks was warm under his fingers from exertion, or alcohol, or excitement. And Hikaru didn't really kiss all the often. What was Waya basing all this on? Touya didn't really strike one as a romantic. Or a sex-crazed wrist-breaking maniac, for that matter. He dropped his hand to his side, fingers curled under his palm.
When Hikaru didn't start the fight again, Waya relaxed a little, but he kept trying to make Hikaru do all the work, taking Hikaru's hands and putting them where he wanted. Hikaru bit him, as Waya seemed to recognize this as a sign of disapproval. Waya tried to say something in his Touya voice that came out worse than ever. Hikaru wasn't even sure what he'd said, but he couldn't find it in him to be curious as he was kissed him again.
It was all strange, so strange, and for the longest time he was too freaked out to be anything more than half hard, and then all at once he managed to forget what was going on for half a second and found himself pushing Waya back, licking at his ear and sliding against his hip, jerking him off furiously through his own climax. Messing with Hikaru's head was one thing, but Waya liked it like that; he came and pushed Hikaru off with slow, heavy hands. They lay there until Waya whined exaggeratedly, "You didn't even say his name," and Hikaru tried to murder him again. He managed much better this time, factoring in that Waya, in his experience, was always lazy after sex, and with the assistance of a viciously wielded pillow.
Then he turned on the light, because otherwise he was going to have nightmares that Waya had gotten Touya to stand in the corner and watch the whole thing, and when the room was reassuringly lit by the dim yellow light he had to sit back on his heels and look down at himself - half-soaked, tie askew but still fully clothed and hanging out of his pants, and groaned, pressing the palm of his hand to his temple, "When am I going to grow up?"
Saying it aloud made him think of his mother and what she thought of his precociousness, nearly the last thing he wanted at that exact moment, but Waya let go laughing again and pushed his foot steadily into Hikaru's stomach until he toppled, knocked out of his thoughts and off the mattress and taking half the bedclothes with him. He lay there and contemplated revenge.
"It doesn't have to be so different," Waya said when he was finished laughing, Waya who had two very different sides if anyone Hikaru had ever met did and didn't look all that wise at the moment, either, naked in a bed that looked like it had exploded and with his hair dripping in his eyes and Hikaru's come on his chest.
"Asshole." Hikaru waved his wrist at Waya in a way that, though meant to remind Waya of his painful suffering, precluded any real injury. But it didn't really matter anyway. "What am I going to say to Touya the next time I see him?"
"Dunno," Waya said, rolling onto his stomach and sounding bored through his grin, "what do you usually do after you jerk off to him?"
"I don't jerk off to Touya Akira!" he didn't know what part of the sentence he wanted to emphasize more, and the whole thing got loud as a result, and for a gut-twisting instant Hikaru thought Touya Akira is here in this hotel but then remembered with a rushing relief that he'd gone on to the airport right after the afternoon matches.
He could have had a megaphone and Waya still wouldn't be listening. He was writhing around on the bed, miming jerking off and gasping "Touya, sq...squeeze!"
Hikaru zipped himself up and reached over to fish around in his bag, still slung on its side at the foot of the mattress where he'd left it that morning. He pulled out a mini go board. There was a full sized board by the window, but the travel set would do.
He made another try at wrestling Waya into submission - a draw this time, but he thought he picked up a few tricks. And then they sat on the floor between the beds and played go. Hikaru made Waya pretend to be Touya, and criticized his performance the whole time. They played for the clean bed, and Hikaru won. Not that Waya seemed to care. He shoved the other half of the bedclothes on the floor and stole Hikaru's covers after the other player fell asleep, still fully clothed, in the other bed.