[log] the one where things almost happen
Subject: Sengoku has UST with everyone
Characters: Sengoku Kiyosumi, Minami Kentarou
Location: Minami's bedroom
Time: Set directly following this log with Yukimura.
Rating: PG-13 (a little NSFW, it's pretty suggestive)
Summary: Sengoku is still riled up from his encounter with Yukimura, so he goes to his best friend to rekindle an old flame. Minami is exceptionally rational about it.
All the talk of Lucky brand jeans and the surprise hidden within the zipper led to one conclusion: that Sengoku needed to find somewhere - or rather, someone - to vent to before he collapsed in a miserable heap on his bed. He could hardly blame Seiichi for darting; it probably would’ve only ended in more awkwardness between them considering Seiichi’s position. And as for Sengoku... he was just going to have to deal with the consequences of riling himself up for no real release. He should’ve known better than to invite Seiichi into the bathroom, really - all poor decisions on Sengoku’s part seemed to be centered around showers.
His feet led him to Minami’s room. He had at least managed a t-shirt and flip flops before he wandered out of his room, but the jeans were still clingy in uncomfortable ways. He was going to blame the humidity for that one, even if he knew better. Damn. Lightly, he knocked on the door, a part of him hoping that his best friend wasn’t inside, and he could wander back to his room to deal with whatever he was feeling alone. “Hey, Kentarou, you here?”
Minami had flopped on the bed with his 3DS, enjoying a lazy day in his room. He had made at least one attempt to get outside for a bit, where he was lazy by the pool, instead. Sure, he was supposed to be updating his blog for work, but he had to save Corneria, first. The knock at the door interrupted him mid-barrel roll (per Peppy’s helpful suggestion). “Yeah, it’s open,” he called out, not really registering that it was his best friend on the other side of the door. He wanted to ensure that he could go red path leaving Corneria... not that it was hard to do with a little practice.
Turning the knob and pushing the door open, Sengoku entered his best friend’s room, and closed the door behind him. As he suspected, Minami was not outside enjoying the sunshine like any other sane person would do while they were on a cruise, instead playing on his 3DS in what sounded like Star Fox. “He~eh, all cooped up, are you?” Not that Sengoku could talk - he brought his own portable game systems, and had even briefly considered bringing on a console before he talked himself out of it.
Quietly, he moved closer to the bed before flopping, belly down, and pillowed his head on his arms before closing his eyes. He was still feeling a bit fuzzy after the encounter with Seiichi in the bathroom... it had left him feeling uncomfortable in the pants and a mind full of interesting scenarios he would’ve loved to explore with the former captain. Then again, he wasn’t quite sure if it was specifically Seiichi he wanted, or if he was just plain feeling horny and desperate for any sort of touch.
“I was playing outside earlier,” Minami countered, doing another barrel roll under a bridge, past large robot enemies that were dropping skyscraper-like obstacles on him. He was well on his way to getting the medal on the level... and given that he had only recently picked up the game at all, he still had a long way to go to get all of the medals. The arwing didn’t handle quite as nicely on the 3DS... “Then glare of the sun was bothering me, so I came back inside.”
He paused the game so that he could glance back at Sengoku who seemed to be taking up residence on Minami’s bed. “...Everything okay, Puff?” The nickname was almost as old as their friendship - it had to do with angry Jigglypuff and Sengoku’s angry face... or maybe it was Jigglypuff’s cowlick that was so familiar.
Sengoku couldn’t help but admit that he wasn’t really paying much attention to what Minami was saying, instead enjoying the warmth that the other exuded with his eyes closed. He allowed his mind to pass through dangerous territory, idly thinking about the feeling of a warm body sprawled out beneath him; lips meeting lips, and hands and fingertips seeking sensitive places. With a small sigh, he pressed his cheek to the comforter, looking up at Minami with a half lidded, lazy look. “No.”
That was a dangerous expression. Minami couldn’t say that he had seen it before, at least not full-force. Sengoku was a guy, one who had feelings usually about girls, so it wasn’t completely foreign to see Sengoku’s eyes wander when a good looking girl in a short skirt or low cut shirt would wander by, or even the occasional handsome man with a nice athletic body. To this day, Minami would maintain that Sengoku had a raging crush on Tezuka and that was the real reason he was so flirtatious with him. “...Uh...?”
Eyes once more fluttering closed, Sengoku shifted on the bed to make himself more comfortable, rolling onto his back. His t-shirt lifted up with the movement, bunching in his lower back, and exposing the ridge of muscle where leg met pelvis from how his jeans rested unusually low on his hips. He really should’ve known better than to allow his mind to wander - it really only ever led to trouble, and this was no different. “I pulled a stupid,” he finally murmured, lifting one arm to flop over his forehead, further tugging his shirt up and exposing more of his abdomen.
There was just no way that Sengoku wasn’t doing this on purpose. Minami watched him, one eyebrow cocked at the way the redhead’s shirt kept creeping away from his stomach. Good to see he was still in such good shape - he wasn’t being a complete lazyass. Then again, it was also hard to say if he was actually wearing underwear under those jeans, given how far down they had slipped, and that was exceptionally lazy. Right? Right. “Pulling a stupid is status quo for you,” Minami muttered only mostly meaning it.
With the light chuckle, Sengoku opened his eyes to look at Minami again. He couldn't argue it - he was particularly notorious for being stupid, and making stupid decisions, but that didn't mean this particular incident wasn't exceptionally stupid. Or maybe he was overthinking it. "This was bad, though." His eyes slipped closed again. Would be a good thing to tell Minami who? Probably not. He would never live it down if he did. But... that didn't solve the trouble of his plight. Damn unlucky jeans.
Minami closed the 3DS and set it aside, flopping his hand over his stomach and just looking at Sengoku. “Okay, and what stupid ass thing did you do?” He had a few guesses... most of them revolved around Sengoku starting something with another person on board, and given that Minami hadn’t really been there long enough to know if Sengoku was chasing tail (or at least, any particular tail), he couldn’t narrow down the possibilities. “You get Momoshiro pregnant? I heard there was some question about that.” Never mind that men couldn’t get pregnant - Minami was under the impression that Momoshiro wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.
Sengoku hasn't touched the whole Momoshiro thinking he was pregnant thing, as he thought that it was only going to result in him boggling horribly at his favorite Seigaku underclassman. He wasn't sure where it came from in the first place, but it was definitely better left untouched. "No, of course not." Not that who it was really was any better than Momo - not given the circumstances. "It... was Yukimura." He turned his head a little to look at Minami. "In the bathroom. I... invited it. And was shot down. Though I would argue that he started the train of thought."
“...” If ellipses could make sound, the silence would be deafening. “Yukimura,” Minami parroted, speaking slowly and individually enunciating each syllable of the former captain’s name. He... could sort of see it. Yukimura was one of the... prettier tennis players on the circuit. But Minami had always assumed that there was something going on with him and Yanagi or Sanada. Or both. Probably both. “And you got burned?”
"Not initially, but he has something with someone else, and I wasn't about to get in the way of that just to the sake of a bit of pleasure." Sengoku rolled into his side, and wrapped his arm around his best friend's waist. He had always felt comforted by Minami's physical presence... This was no different, right? He hummed low in his throat.
Oh, no. They weren’t doing this. “So then you come crawling to me?” He got a hand on Sengoku’s shoulder, not pushing him off, but nudging him a bit. “I’m second string.” Not that there had ever been anything between them, and there wasn’t going to be, so Minami wasn’t offended. Well... there was that one time when they were in high school... well, and that time at the arcade after Minami’s shift... but those totally did not count as things. Minami could feel Sengoku’s breath, now, as well as the problem that he was talking about very conspicuously pressed into his leg.
Second string? Sengoku would never have considered Minami to be a last resort - he cared way to much to think that of his best friend. Not that there was ever anything between them. Really. Putting aside a few... incidents. That wouldn't be talked about. Ever. But... Minami was warm. And his mind was still foggy. "Never," he murmured, just letting himself be shoved lightly before drawing himself close once more.
“Then you want me for my money,” Minami joked - after all, Sengoku was wearing the jeans given to him by Minami... and they were not cheap for what was supposed to be a joke. Then Sengoku ended up deciding that those jeans fit him extremely well and he liked the clover print on the insides of the pockets and the little stamped-out clover on the zipper. The jeans didn’t fit Sengoku quite as well when they were first purchased, however... he had put on a bit of weight since college, now that he was probably eating properly again and on a regular workout routine.
He would be lying horribly if he told Minami that the only thing he was good for was beer and expensive jeans. It was certainly one of the things that made spending time with Minami so wonderful - well, more so the beer than the jeans, but the jeans were a nice perk considering his best friend made it big - but that certainly wasn’t what drew Sengoku to him, and had for many years. There was a part of him that wondered if there was a small part of him that all but got off on the relentless teasing Minami bestowed upon him... that could potentially have something to do with how there was a small, albeit very, very small, part of him that was drawn back to Minami. “You know that’s not the case,” the redhead laughed a little, pressing his cheek into Minami’s leg, and moving the fingers of his hand wrapped around Minami’s waist to fiddle just slightly with Minami’s shirt.
The cheek on his thigh, admittedly, started to send Minami back to the place his mind had been in the - ah - times before when he and Sengoku were close like this. The gutter, frankly. For the most part, Minami was not attracted to males, generally strongly preferring the fairer sex, but he just chalked his attraction to Sengoku up to hormones and totally non-romantic feelings and tension mixing in a weird cocktail of... unresolved sexual tension. Liquor hadn’t helped in the past. Nor had a frustratingly close round of Tekken at the arcade. Minami remembered the sound Sengoku made when he was pressed into the Tekken machine, the joystick almost certainly jabbing him at some awkward angle.
Minami’s cheeks heated and he turned his face to the side, looking away from Sengoku and out the window. They were not starting this again. “We need to find you a girlfriend,” he grumbled, his fingers finding Sengoku’s hair and tugging a little.
By that time, Sengoku had very well twisted his fingers into the fabric of the shirt that rested against Minami’s abdomen, exposing skin to the cool air conditioned air. A strange concoction of hormones, feelings, and unresolved sexual tension, indeed. There was no doubt in his mind that Sengoku needed to get off his ass and launch himself back into the dating world, he had nothing to lose, but at this point... they were in the middle of the ocean on a cruise - there was only so much that could be done about that. And, as best as he could tell, there weren’t many available women on board, anyway.
“Yeah, maybe,” Sengoku tilting his head back just a fraction to look back up to Minami at the light tug on his hair. If Minami weren’t careful, it really wouldn’t take much to drag Minami down on top of him. Not that they should have been going there, again, lest Minami find that one sensitive place just barely exposed by the waistline of the jeans that still sat low on his hips. All bets would be off then. And sense, really.
Minami looked back at Sengoku down the line of his own body, ignoring his pretty, droopy doe eyes for a moment (because that really would do him in) and focusing instead on how his shirt had pulled up enough that the ridge of muscle around his spine was exposed above the waistline of the jeans. They had barely been on the cruise for two weeks and Sengoku was already perfectly (and evenly) tanned. How much further down did that tan go, Minami wondered absently which really was counter-productive to gathering his thoughts. Maybe he was the one who needed a girlfriend. “So you’ll stop crawling all over me,” Minami commented, expanding upon the previous thought.
“He~eh,” Sengoku breathed out from partially parted lips, the familiar sound of amusement taking on a rather low pitch as he leaned further into Minami’s body. Minami should really not be saying things that he didn’t mean - or that he didn’t want to happen, were they to continue on like this. It was the first time this tension (or whatever they wanted to call it) perpetuated while they were in bed... normally it was more their style to be in a completely inappropriate location for such lurid thoughts and actions. But Sengoku could feel every slight shift in body weight by nature of the mattress (a feather mattress most likely, somewhere in the very back of his mind mused), and it only served to draw him further down the gutter.
“You’ve got it all wrong.” Sengoku pulled himself up just enough so he could drape himself partially on top of Minami. If he was going to make the suggestion without Sengoku actually doing what he was suggesting... then he was going to take the suggestion seriously so Minami actually had something to complain about. “This is crawling all over you,” he clarified softly with the sort of expression that really only spelled trouble.
“And you wonder why I didn’t originally accept the invitation for the cruise?” Okay, fair enough, now Sengoku was really crawling on him. Minami kept one hand in Sengoku’s hair near his nape and the other slid over his side, slipping along his waistband before settling just behind his hipbone. He pulled one foot up closer to him, bending his knee in a way that prevented Sengoku from getting too much closer. He could have just pushed Sengoku off and told him to deal with his boy problems on his own, but that was never how it worked with them. They may never have made it much further than where it was in that moment, but it never was shot down flat, either.
The accidental brush of fingers along what was easily the most sensitive part of skin on Sengoku’s whole body was enough to cause a small, guttural sound to escape, his eyes falling closed of their own accord as he shifted just enough to encourage another gentle touch. That damn spot beneath his navel had been the end of him in several encounters over the years... leave it to Minami to find it without even thinking. Lightly, Sengoku chuckled, though he did not open his eyes and his voice remained low. “To get away from me? I’m hurt.”
“There’s no getting away from you, you’re like a leech,” Minami replied half-heartedly, finding himself inexplicably fascinated by the sound that escaped Sengoku’s mouth. He tried to figure out what had created it in the first place, brushing his fingers lightly once more along the waistband of Sengoku’s jeans, just inside his hipbone.
A lovable leech, is what Sengoku wanted to respond with. Instead, the only thing that came out of his mouth was another sound similar to the one of before, this time dragged out by the fingers that confidently remained in the exact area. He shifted his hips just enough into the touch to encourage more of the same, though the fit of his jeans prevented a full range of motion - they were not only sagging off his ass, but yet bunching uncomfortably along the inner thigh. Not the most attractive of looks, though Sengoku was far from caring at that moment.
“You’ve never done that before,” Minami pointed out cheekily. His fingers moved over that same spot once more. He knew what he was encouraging, and that he really shouldn’t, but it was too much fun to watch Sengoku squirm.
“Only because you’ve never found it,” Sengoku responded in kind, though another low moan could not be helped. With Minami’s stubbornness and cheekiness, now that he found the jackpot, he was never going to let it go; it was obvious by the way his best friend continued to move his fingers along his skin, teasing Sengoku physically just as he always did with words. “Fucking hell, Kentarou,” he breathed out, almost in pure annoyance, though his tone displayed he was anything but.
“Was that a ‘stop?’” Minami asked, his hand pausing on Sengoku’s skin. He already knew the answer to his question, that was half the fun of asking it. He had never seen Sengoku like this before - that time in the arcade, there may have been a bit of... passionate grinding and maybe a bit (a lot) of kissing, but no moaning and squirming and swearing like this.
Sengoku couldn’t think of a single time in which he had uttered the word “no,” and actually meant it. He’d never really been in a situation where he felt uncomfortable and wanted whatever was happening to stop... nor could he think of a time when he physically wanted something very much, but emotionally couldn’t do it. The situations with Minami had been... special circumstances, and they had never gone very far, but the small part of Sengoku that desired it (the very, very small part) never truly went away. Damn cruise. Damn hormones. Damn Minami for even suggesting that he would stop doing what he was doing.
“No” was the furthest thing from his mind as he all but made a sound of utter indignation and impatience at his best friend, whose fingers had come to rest on the spot inside his hip bone. His heart was all but pounding in his ears as he raised his eyes to look at Minami through heavy lids - now Minami was just being a tease. “Of course it wasn’t,” he finally retorted, winding his fingers in Minami’s shirt once more, and tugging on it.
Minami pulled his hand away from that horrible spot on Sengoku’s abdomen, flopping his arm over Sengoku’s back, instead. His other hand brushed over Sengoku’s hair almost soothingly. There was no question that seeing Sengoku worked up like this (not to mention the sounds... and the squirming) was doing a number on Minami’s brain and thoughts (or lack thereof), but... “Can I ask you something? I need you to answer with your brain, if you can manage that.”
‘What brain?’ was the obvious answer to the question, but Sengoku put aside his sarcasm for a moment to make a vague attempt at composing himself enough to answer the question. His mind was hazy in arousal, and he didn’t think he was necessarily in the right frame of mind to start answering genuine questions, but he took in a deep breath to steady his heart rate none the less. “I’ll try,” Sengoku managed, loosening his hold on Minami’s shirt, and flexing his fingers.
“Are you all but humping me because it’s me or because you haven’t been laid in... what, four years? Three years?” Minami thought it was a fair enough question.
Sengoku groaned a bit, finally rolling off Minami to instead rest on his stomach once more. That was a loaded question - one that had one too many implications that Sengoku didn’t particularly feel like visiting then and there. But he sighed a little, relaxing into the mattress. “A bit of both.” It was true that he hadn’t had sex in years - he would be lying horribly to himself if he didn’t chalk up the day’s events to be at least partially that. In the case of it being Minami... well, there was tension, there had always been, but Minami already knew that.
And that... was what Minami was afraid up. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, putting his back to Sengoku. He also felt a little disconnected from his body that was screaming at him to go back to touching Sengoku to elicit more of those interesting noises. He rested his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing his fingers through his hair sheepishly. “Then... maybe this isn’t exactly the best circumstance, Kiyosumi.”
“And circumstances like before were?” Sengoku mumbled into the comforter muffled, half hoping that Minami couldn’t decipher what he was saying; but Minami had way too many years of practice perfecting the art of understanding Sengoku when he tries to make his words incomprehensible, and Sengoku knew he didn’t stand a chance. He let out an audible sigh again, trying to will his hormones to calm down. “...You’re probably right, regardless.”
Minami reached over to flick Sengoku’s earlobe. “Don’t be a dumbass, of course I’m right.” And, no, the circumstances before weren’t any good and Minami was trying to learn from that experience, as well. Now that his own embarrassment had passed, he watched Senogku making himself miserable on the bed beside him. “Hey... I’m not saying that there’s not something there,” he added. “There is. This just isn’t the right way to approach it.”
With a frown, Sengoku brushed Minami’s hand away from his ear before using that same arm to act as a pillow. He rested his cheek on his arm and looked at Minami sideways, not saying anything at first, and listening to what Minami had to say. At least he recognized that there was something there - it felt better to have it out in the open rather than watching it unfold by means of awkward actions like touching or kissing. “Yeah, yeah,” he said quietly, reaching out with his other hand to poke at Minami’s leg instead. “What way is, then?”
Minami gave him a little smile, no more than a quirk of the lips. “I donno - maybe not do everything backwards? I think you’re supposed to at least buy me dinner before you try to get into my pants.” That was his personal rule, anyway... not everyone operated like that. “We can see if that’s totally weird, and if it is then it’s just sex and we get it out of our systems and move on with life. What do you think?”
No matter how much Sengoku ragged on Minami or how much they argued or how much they teased one another, Sengoku knew that if there was one person he would always be able to count on to be a bastion of rationality. The redhead returned the small smile, and responded with a light laugh, “Yeah, okay. I’m good for that.” It didn’t solve his dilemma for now... but the direction their conversation was taking worked well enough as a means to cool off. The urge to just shag him rotten was still present, just... manageable.
In the next silent few seconds that followed, Minami’s cheeks grew a little hot. “Do you... want to use my restroom? I’ll just put on the headphones and go back to my game.” That was his minimum embarrassment solution and hopefully Sengoku would take it rather than running off in the state he was now.
It... would probably be in his best interests to take Minami up on the offer. The last thing he needed was another encounter with someone else in a bathroom, and have to explain later that he jumped them and had his way just because he could... “Yeah,” he concluded with a laugh more akin to his typical laugh, though it too was to cover up any embarrassment. “I’m... gonna go do that. Er, go shower, I mean.”
“...Of course.” Minami gave him a mock salute, picking up his 3DS off the end table and snatching his headphones. Corneria was still in danger, after all - he was the only one who could save it, and not think about what Sengoku would actually be doing in the shower. “Get out of here,” he said jokingly, waving a hand in the general direction of the bathroom.
Sengoku remained still for only a moment longer before he rolled himself off the bed, landing on his feet with little more than a small thunk, and also waved his hand - flippantly, of course. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”
Characters: Sengoku Kiyosumi, Minami Kentarou
Location: Minami's bedroom
Time: Set directly following this log with Yukimura.
Rating: PG-13 (a little NSFW, it's pretty suggestive)
Summary: Sengoku is still riled up from his encounter with Yukimura, so he goes to his best friend to rekindle an old flame. Minami is exceptionally rational about it.
All the talk of Lucky brand jeans and the surprise hidden within the zipper led to one conclusion: that Sengoku needed to find somewhere - or rather, someone - to vent to before he collapsed in a miserable heap on his bed. He could hardly blame Seiichi for darting; it probably would’ve only ended in more awkwardness between them considering Seiichi’s position. And as for Sengoku... he was just going to have to deal with the consequences of riling himself up for no real release. He should’ve known better than to invite Seiichi into the bathroom, really - all poor decisions on Sengoku’s part seemed to be centered around showers.
His feet led him to Minami’s room. He had at least managed a t-shirt and flip flops before he wandered out of his room, but the jeans were still clingy in uncomfortable ways. He was going to blame the humidity for that one, even if he knew better. Damn. Lightly, he knocked on the door, a part of him hoping that his best friend wasn’t inside, and he could wander back to his room to deal with whatever he was feeling alone. “Hey, Kentarou, you here?”
Minami had flopped on the bed with his 3DS, enjoying a lazy day in his room. He had made at least one attempt to get outside for a bit, where he was lazy by the pool, instead. Sure, he was supposed to be updating his blog for work, but he had to save Corneria, first. The knock at the door interrupted him mid-barrel roll (per Peppy’s helpful suggestion). “Yeah, it’s open,” he called out, not really registering that it was his best friend on the other side of the door. He wanted to ensure that he could go red path leaving Corneria... not that it was hard to do with a little practice.
Turning the knob and pushing the door open, Sengoku entered his best friend’s room, and closed the door behind him. As he suspected, Minami was not outside enjoying the sunshine like any other sane person would do while they were on a cruise, instead playing on his 3DS in what sounded like Star Fox. “He~eh, all cooped up, are you?” Not that Sengoku could talk - he brought his own portable game systems, and had even briefly considered bringing on a console before he talked himself out of it.
Quietly, he moved closer to the bed before flopping, belly down, and pillowed his head on his arms before closing his eyes. He was still feeling a bit fuzzy after the encounter with Seiichi in the bathroom... it had left him feeling uncomfortable in the pants and a mind full of interesting scenarios he would’ve loved to explore with the former captain. Then again, he wasn’t quite sure if it was specifically Seiichi he wanted, or if he was just plain feeling horny and desperate for any sort of touch.
“I was playing outside earlier,” Minami countered, doing another barrel roll under a bridge, past large robot enemies that were dropping skyscraper-like obstacles on him. He was well on his way to getting the medal on the level... and given that he had only recently picked up the game at all, he still had a long way to go to get all of the medals. The arwing didn’t handle quite as nicely on the 3DS... “Then glare of the sun was bothering me, so I came back inside.”
He paused the game so that he could glance back at Sengoku who seemed to be taking up residence on Minami’s bed. “...Everything okay, Puff?” The nickname was almost as old as their friendship - it had to do with angry Jigglypuff and Sengoku’s angry face... or maybe it was Jigglypuff’s cowlick that was so familiar.
Sengoku couldn’t help but admit that he wasn’t really paying much attention to what Minami was saying, instead enjoying the warmth that the other exuded with his eyes closed. He allowed his mind to pass through dangerous territory, idly thinking about the feeling of a warm body sprawled out beneath him; lips meeting lips, and hands and fingertips seeking sensitive places. With a small sigh, he pressed his cheek to the comforter, looking up at Minami with a half lidded, lazy look. “No.”
That was a dangerous expression. Minami couldn’t say that he had seen it before, at least not full-force. Sengoku was a guy, one who had feelings usually about girls, so it wasn’t completely foreign to see Sengoku’s eyes wander when a good looking girl in a short skirt or low cut shirt would wander by, or even the occasional handsome man with a nice athletic body. To this day, Minami would maintain that Sengoku had a raging crush on Tezuka and that was the real reason he was so flirtatious with him. “...Uh...?”
Eyes once more fluttering closed, Sengoku shifted on the bed to make himself more comfortable, rolling onto his back. His t-shirt lifted up with the movement, bunching in his lower back, and exposing the ridge of muscle where leg met pelvis from how his jeans rested unusually low on his hips. He really should’ve known better than to allow his mind to wander - it really only ever led to trouble, and this was no different. “I pulled a stupid,” he finally murmured, lifting one arm to flop over his forehead, further tugging his shirt up and exposing more of his abdomen.
There was just no way that Sengoku wasn’t doing this on purpose. Minami watched him, one eyebrow cocked at the way the redhead’s shirt kept creeping away from his stomach. Good to see he was still in such good shape - he wasn’t being a complete lazyass. Then again, it was also hard to say if he was actually wearing underwear under those jeans, given how far down they had slipped, and that was exceptionally lazy. Right? Right. “Pulling a stupid is status quo for you,” Minami muttered only mostly meaning it.
With the light chuckle, Sengoku opened his eyes to look at Minami again. He couldn't argue it - he was particularly notorious for being stupid, and making stupid decisions, but that didn't mean this particular incident wasn't exceptionally stupid. Or maybe he was overthinking it. "This was bad, though." His eyes slipped closed again. Would be a good thing to tell Minami who? Probably not. He would never live it down if he did. But... that didn't solve the trouble of his plight. Damn unlucky jeans.
Minami closed the 3DS and set it aside, flopping his hand over his stomach and just looking at Sengoku. “Okay, and what stupid ass thing did you do?” He had a few guesses... most of them revolved around Sengoku starting something with another person on board, and given that Minami hadn’t really been there long enough to know if Sengoku was chasing tail (or at least, any particular tail), he couldn’t narrow down the possibilities. “You get Momoshiro pregnant? I heard there was some question about that.” Never mind that men couldn’t get pregnant - Minami was under the impression that Momoshiro wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.
Sengoku hasn't touched the whole Momoshiro thinking he was pregnant thing, as he thought that it was only going to result in him boggling horribly at his favorite Seigaku underclassman. He wasn't sure where it came from in the first place, but it was definitely better left untouched. "No, of course not." Not that who it was really was any better than Momo - not given the circumstances. "It... was Yukimura." He turned his head a little to look at Minami. "In the bathroom. I... invited it. And was shot down. Though I would argue that he started the train of thought."
“...” If ellipses could make sound, the silence would be deafening. “Yukimura,” Minami parroted, speaking slowly and individually enunciating each syllable of the former captain’s name. He... could sort of see it. Yukimura was one of the... prettier tennis players on the circuit. But Minami had always assumed that there was something going on with him and Yanagi or Sanada. Or both. Probably both. “And you got burned?”
"Not initially, but he has something with someone else, and I wasn't about to get in the way of that just to the sake of a bit of pleasure." Sengoku rolled into his side, and wrapped his arm around his best friend's waist. He had always felt comforted by Minami's physical presence... This was no different, right? He hummed low in his throat.
Oh, no. They weren’t doing this. “So then you come crawling to me?” He got a hand on Sengoku’s shoulder, not pushing him off, but nudging him a bit. “I’m second string.” Not that there had ever been anything between them, and there wasn’t going to be, so Minami wasn’t offended. Well... there was that one time when they were in high school... well, and that time at the arcade after Minami’s shift... but those totally did not count as things. Minami could feel Sengoku’s breath, now, as well as the problem that he was talking about very conspicuously pressed into his leg.
Second string? Sengoku would never have considered Minami to be a last resort - he cared way to much to think that of his best friend. Not that there was ever anything between them. Really. Putting aside a few... incidents. That wouldn't be talked about. Ever. But... Minami was warm. And his mind was still foggy. "Never," he murmured, just letting himself be shoved lightly before drawing himself close once more.
“Then you want me for my money,” Minami joked - after all, Sengoku was wearing the jeans given to him by Minami... and they were not cheap for what was supposed to be a joke. Then Sengoku ended up deciding that those jeans fit him extremely well and he liked the clover print on the insides of the pockets and the little stamped-out clover on the zipper. The jeans didn’t fit Sengoku quite as well when they were first purchased, however... he had put on a bit of weight since college, now that he was probably eating properly again and on a regular workout routine.
He would be lying horribly if he told Minami that the only thing he was good for was beer and expensive jeans. It was certainly one of the things that made spending time with Minami so wonderful - well, more so the beer than the jeans, but the jeans were a nice perk considering his best friend made it big - but that certainly wasn’t what drew Sengoku to him, and had for many years. There was a part of him that wondered if there was a small part of him that all but got off on the relentless teasing Minami bestowed upon him... that could potentially have something to do with how there was a small, albeit very, very small, part of him that was drawn back to Minami. “You know that’s not the case,” the redhead laughed a little, pressing his cheek into Minami’s leg, and moving the fingers of his hand wrapped around Minami’s waist to fiddle just slightly with Minami’s shirt.
The cheek on his thigh, admittedly, started to send Minami back to the place his mind had been in the - ah - times before when he and Sengoku were close like this. The gutter, frankly. For the most part, Minami was not attracted to males, generally strongly preferring the fairer sex, but he just chalked his attraction to Sengoku up to hormones and totally non-romantic feelings and tension mixing in a weird cocktail of... unresolved sexual tension. Liquor hadn’t helped in the past. Nor had a frustratingly close round of Tekken at the arcade. Minami remembered the sound Sengoku made when he was pressed into the Tekken machine, the joystick almost certainly jabbing him at some awkward angle.
Minami’s cheeks heated and he turned his face to the side, looking away from Sengoku and out the window. They were not starting this again. “We need to find you a girlfriend,” he grumbled, his fingers finding Sengoku’s hair and tugging a little.
By that time, Sengoku had very well twisted his fingers into the fabric of the shirt that rested against Minami’s abdomen, exposing skin to the cool air conditioned air. A strange concoction of hormones, feelings, and unresolved sexual tension, indeed. There was no doubt in his mind that Sengoku needed to get off his ass and launch himself back into the dating world, he had nothing to lose, but at this point... they were in the middle of the ocean on a cruise - there was only so much that could be done about that. And, as best as he could tell, there weren’t many available women on board, anyway.
“Yeah, maybe,” Sengoku tilting his head back just a fraction to look back up to Minami at the light tug on his hair. If Minami weren’t careful, it really wouldn’t take much to drag Minami down on top of him. Not that they should have been going there, again, lest Minami find that one sensitive place just barely exposed by the waistline of the jeans that still sat low on his hips. All bets would be off then. And sense, really.
Minami looked back at Sengoku down the line of his own body, ignoring his pretty, droopy doe eyes for a moment (because that really would do him in) and focusing instead on how his shirt had pulled up enough that the ridge of muscle around his spine was exposed above the waistline of the jeans. They had barely been on the cruise for two weeks and Sengoku was already perfectly (and evenly) tanned. How much further down did that tan go, Minami wondered absently which really was counter-productive to gathering his thoughts. Maybe he was the one who needed a girlfriend. “So you’ll stop crawling all over me,” Minami commented, expanding upon the previous thought.
“He~eh,” Sengoku breathed out from partially parted lips, the familiar sound of amusement taking on a rather low pitch as he leaned further into Minami’s body. Minami should really not be saying things that he didn’t mean - or that he didn’t want to happen, were they to continue on like this. It was the first time this tension (or whatever they wanted to call it) perpetuated while they were in bed... normally it was more their style to be in a completely inappropriate location for such lurid thoughts and actions. But Sengoku could feel every slight shift in body weight by nature of the mattress (a feather mattress most likely, somewhere in the very back of his mind mused), and it only served to draw him further down the gutter.
“You’ve got it all wrong.” Sengoku pulled himself up just enough so he could drape himself partially on top of Minami. If he was going to make the suggestion without Sengoku actually doing what he was suggesting... then he was going to take the suggestion seriously so Minami actually had something to complain about. “This is crawling all over you,” he clarified softly with the sort of expression that really only spelled trouble.
“And you wonder why I didn’t originally accept the invitation for the cruise?” Okay, fair enough, now Sengoku was really crawling on him. Minami kept one hand in Sengoku’s hair near his nape and the other slid over his side, slipping along his waistband before settling just behind his hipbone. He pulled one foot up closer to him, bending his knee in a way that prevented Sengoku from getting too much closer. He could have just pushed Sengoku off and told him to deal with his boy problems on his own, but that was never how it worked with them. They may never have made it much further than where it was in that moment, but it never was shot down flat, either.
The accidental brush of fingers along what was easily the most sensitive part of skin on Sengoku’s whole body was enough to cause a small, guttural sound to escape, his eyes falling closed of their own accord as he shifted just enough to encourage another gentle touch. That damn spot beneath his navel had been the end of him in several encounters over the years... leave it to Minami to find it without even thinking. Lightly, Sengoku chuckled, though he did not open his eyes and his voice remained low. “To get away from me? I’m hurt.”
“There’s no getting away from you, you’re like a leech,” Minami replied half-heartedly, finding himself inexplicably fascinated by the sound that escaped Sengoku’s mouth. He tried to figure out what had created it in the first place, brushing his fingers lightly once more along the waistband of Sengoku’s jeans, just inside his hipbone.
A lovable leech, is what Sengoku wanted to respond with. Instead, the only thing that came out of his mouth was another sound similar to the one of before, this time dragged out by the fingers that confidently remained in the exact area. He shifted his hips just enough into the touch to encourage more of the same, though the fit of his jeans prevented a full range of motion - they were not only sagging off his ass, but yet bunching uncomfortably along the inner thigh. Not the most attractive of looks, though Sengoku was far from caring at that moment.
“You’ve never done that before,” Minami pointed out cheekily. His fingers moved over that same spot once more. He knew what he was encouraging, and that he really shouldn’t, but it was too much fun to watch Sengoku squirm.
“Only because you’ve never found it,” Sengoku responded in kind, though another low moan could not be helped. With Minami’s stubbornness and cheekiness, now that he found the jackpot, he was never going to let it go; it was obvious by the way his best friend continued to move his fingers along his skin, teasing Sengoku physically just as he always did with words. “Fucking hell, Kentarou,” he breathed out, almost in pure annoyance, though his tone displayed he was anything but.
“Was that a ‘stop?’” Minami asked, his hand pausing on Sengoku’s skin. He already knew the answer to his question, that was half the fun of asking it. He had never seen Sengoku like this before - that time in the arcade, there may have been a bit of... passionate grinding and maybe a bit (a lot) of kissing, but no moaning and squirming and swearing like this.
Sengoku couldn’t think of a single time in which he had uttered the word “no,” and actually meant it. He’d never really been in a situation where he felt uncomfortable and wanted whatever was happening to stop... nor could he think of a time when he physically wanted something very much, but emotionally couldn’t do it. The situations with Minami had been... special circumstances, and they had never gone very far, but the small part of Sengoku that desired it (the very, very small part) never truly went away. Damn cruise. Damn hormones. Damn Minami for even suggesting that he would stop doing what he was doing.
“No” was the furthest thing from his mind as he all but made a sound of utter indignation and impatience at his best friend, whose fingers had come to rest on the spot inside his hip bone. His heart was all but pounding in his ears as he raised his eyes to look at Minami through heavy lids - now Minami was just being a tease. “Of course it wasn’t,” he finally retorted, winding his fingers in Minami’s shirt once more, and tugging on it.
Minami pulled his hand away from that horrible spot on Sengoku’s abdomen, flopping his arm over Sengoku’s back, instead. His other hand brushed over Sengoku’s hair almost soothingly. There was no question that seeing Sengoku worked up like this (not to mention the sounds... and the squirming) was doing a number on Minami’s brain and thoughts (or lack thereof), but... “Can I ask you something? I need you to answer with your brain, if you can manage that.”
‘What brain?’ was the obvious answer to the question, but Sengoku put aside his sarcasm for a moment to make a vague attempt at composing himself enough to answer the question. His mind was hazy in arousal, and he didn’t think he was necessarily in the right frame of mind to start answering genuine questions, but he took in a deep breath to steady his heart rate none the less. “I’ll try,” Sengoku managed, loosening his hold on Minami’s shirt, and flexing his fingers.
“Are you all but humping me because it’s me or because you haven’t been laid in... what, four years? Three years?” Minami thought it was a fair enough question.
Sengoku groaned a bit, finally rolling off Minami to instead rest on his stomach once more. That was a loaded question - one that had one too many implications that Sengoku didn’t particularly feel like visiting then and there. But he sighed a little, relaxing into the mattress. “A bit of both.” It was true that he hadn’t had sex in years - he would be lying horribly to himself if he didn’t chalk up the day’s events to be at least partially that. In the case of it being Minami... well, there was tension, there had always been, but Minami already knew that.
And that... was what Minami was afraid up. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, putting his back to Sengoku. He also felt a little disconnected from his body that was screaming at him to go back to touching Sengoku to elicit more of those interesting noises. He rested his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing his fingers through his hair sheepishly. “Then... maybe this isn’t exactly the best circumstance, Kiyosumi.”
“And circumstances like before were?” Sengoku mumbled into the comforter muffled, half hoping that Minami couldn’t decipher what he was saying; but Minami had way too many years of practice perfecting the art of understanding Sengoku when he tries to make his words incomprehensible, and Sengoku knew he didn’t stand a chance. He let out an audible sigh again, trying to will his hormones to calm down. “...You’re probably right, regardless.”
Minami reached over to flick Sengoku’s earlobe. “Don’t be a dumbass, of course I’m right.” And, no, the circumstances before weren’t any good and Minami was trying to learn from that experience, as well. Now that his own embarrassment had passed, he watched Senogku making himself miserable on the bed beside him. “Hey... I’m not saying that there’s not something there,” he added. “There is. This just isn’t the right way to approach it.”
With a frown, Sengoku brushed Minami’s hand away from his ear before using that same arm to act as a pillow. He rested his cheek on his arm and looked at Minami sideways, not saying anything at first, and listening to what Minami had to say. At least he recognized that there was something there - it felt better to have it out in the open rather than watching it unfold by means of awkward actions like touching or kissing. “Yeah, yeah,” he said quietly, reaching out with his other hand to poke at Minami’s leg instead. “What way is, then?”
Minami gave him a little smile, no more than a quirk of the lips. “I donno - maybe not do everything backwards? I think you’re supposed to at least buy me dinner before you try to get into my pants.” That was his personal rule, anyway... not everyone operated like that. “We can see if that’s totally weird, and if it is then it’s just sex and we get it out of our systems and move on with life. What do you think?”
No matter how much Sengoku ragged on Minami or how much they argued or how much they teased one another, Sengoku knew that if there was one person he would always be able to count on to be a bastion of rationality. The redhead returned the small smile, and responded with a light laugh, “Yeah, okay. I’m good for that.” It didn’t solve his dilemma for now... but the direction their conversation was taking worked well enough as a means to cool off. The urge to just shag him rotten was still present, just... manageable.
In the next silent few seconds that followed, Minami’s cheeks grew a little hot. “Do you... want to use my restroom? I’ll just put on the headphones and go back to my game.” That was his minimum embarrassment solution and hopefully Sengoku would take it rather than running off in the state he was now.
It... would probably be in his best interests to take Minami up on the offer. The last thing he needed was another encounter with someone else in a bathroom, and have to explain later that he jumped them and had his way just because he could... “Yeah,” he concluded with a laugh more akin to his typical laugh, though it too was to cover up any embarrassment. “I’m... gonna go do that. Er, go shower, I mean.”
“...Of course.” Minami gave him a mock salute, picking up his 3DS off the end table and snatching his headphones. Corneria was still in danger, after all - he was the only one who could save it, and not think about what Sengoku would actually be doing in the shower. “Get out of here,” he said jokingly, waving a hand in the general direction of the bathroom.
Sengoku remained still for only a moment longer before he rolled himself off the bed, landing on his feet with little more than a small thunk, and also waved his hand - flippantly, of course. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”