[HK] Votive, PG-13, Crack, Umeda/Nanba
Title: Votive
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e
Pairing: AHAHAHA ::is shot:: (Umeda/Nanba)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Post-coital judgments between family members~
Votive
by meitachi
“I can’t believe I gave up girls for this,” Nanba grumbled, shifting over the sticky sheets and flinching when his muscles protested the movement.
The figure beside him, settled comfortably on the bed’s dry spots, the bastard, blew his bangs out of his face. “I can’t believe I gave up pining after a cold-hearted bastard for this,” he replied irritably.
Nanba jammed his hip against his uncle’s and cursed them both for their boniness, collapsing inelegantly beside the other man, safely out of the wet spot. He watched through his tangle of hair as Umeda determinedly pulled out a cigarette from the pack resting on the nightstand and fumbled for the lighter beside it.
“That’s a filthy habit,” Nanba commented, head resting half on the pillow and half on the other man’s shoulder.
He received a glare for his remark.
“Don’t you dare get that in my hair. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, after all.” He closed his eyes and thought about the stupid boys at Osaka High who all looked up to him (if only for his prowess with the female population). “Fuck,” he said. “I can’t believe I’m risking my reputation for this.”
The other man snorted. “I can’t believe I’m risking my job for this,” he drawled, taking a long drag on the cigarette.
Nanba considered this for a moment, then flashed a grin. “Well, you were a horrible doctor anyway, sensei.”
Umeda flipped him off. And then, as an afterthought, he snapped, “Don’t call me that. It makes me feel like a perverted old teacher who molests his students.”
A heartbeat of silence occurred as they reassessed their situation. “Aren’t you?” Nanba smirked at him and laid his hand Umeda’s flat stomach, purring. “Or would you prefer I call you Hokuto-ojisan?”
Golden eyes sank shut in abject dismay. “Fuck no,” he said succinctly, voice thin. Then his eyes snapped open. “I can’t believe I’m risking my life for this,” he said in dawning horror.
Nanba raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
“Io,” was all his uncle had to say.
Nanba blanched at the mention of his mother. “Oh shit.”
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Posted: 03.02.2005
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e
Pairing: AHAHAHA ::is shot:: (Umeda/Nanba)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Post-coital judgments between family members~
Votive
by meitachi
“I can’t believe I gave up girls for this,” Nanba grumbled, shifting over the sticky sheets and flinching when his muscles protested the movement.
The figure beside him, settled comfortably on the bed’s dry spots, the bastard, blew his bangs out of his face. “I can’t believe I gave up pining after a cold-hearted bastard for this,” he replied irritably.
Nanba jammed his hip against his uncle’s and cursed them both for their boniness, collapsing inelegantly beside the other man, safely out of the wet spot. He watched through his tangle of hair as Umeda determinedly pulled out a cigarette from the pack resting on the nightstand and fumbled for the lighter beside it.
“That’s a filthy habit,” Nanba commented, head resting half on the pillow and half on the other man’s shoulder.
He received a glare for his remark.
“Don’t you dare get that in my hair. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, after all.” He closed his eyes and thought about the stupid boys at Osaka High who all looked up to him (if only for his prowess with the female population). “Fuck,” he said. “I can’t believe I’m risking my reputation for this.”
The other man snorted. “I can’t believe I’m risking my job for this,” he drawled, taking a long drag on the cigarette.
Nanba considered this for a moment, then flashed a grin. “Well, you were a horrible doctor anyway, sensei.”
Umeda flipped him off. And then, as an afterthought, he snapped, “Don’t call me that. It makes me feel like a perverted old teacher who molests his students.”
A heartbeat of silence occurred as they reassessed their situation. “Aren’t you?” Nanba smirked at him and laid his hand Umeda’s flat stomach, purring. “Or would you prefer I call you Hokuto-ojisan?”
Golden eyes sank shut in abject dismay. “Fuck no,” he said succinctly, voice thin. Then his eyes snapped open. “I can’t believe I’m risking my life for this,” he said in dawning horror.
Nanba raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
“Io,” was all his uncle had to say.
Nanba blanched at the mention of his mother. “Oh shit.”
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Posted: 03.02.2005