AU Fahrenheit Drabble
Title: A Minute
Rating: PG
Pairing : Arron/Jiro
Author’s Note: Jiro and Arron are the same age of 17 or so in this.
They both had an Algebra assignment that needed to be completed before school the next day, but Jiro claimed he just couldn’t think without cookies, so he dragged Arron down the stairs so they could grab a couple out of the jar in the kitchen.
“It will only take a minute”, were his exact words in response to Arron’s “We should really get started”.
And in truth, it would have only taken a minute, but “Who knew there were only oatmeal cookies left in the jar?” Arron’s impatient “Can we just start now?” could be heard through the rhythmic tapping of his fingertips on the countertop, to which Jiro calmly explained, “Oatmeal is strictly reserved for essays and the occasional science project. In order to successfully complete a Math assignment, only chocolate chip cookies will suffice.” Arron was just about to reason that “A cookie is a cookie”, but before he could even voice his argument Jiro was pulling him out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He barely managed to add the “hell” to his “What the…” before Jiro quickly explained, “We’re just going to grab a box of cookies from the store around the corner.”
“It will only take a minute” he assured him, this time with a wink.
Now in Jiro’s defense, it would have only taken a minute, but “Who knew there were so many brands of cookies, anyhow?” It took him roughly twenty minutes to browse through the aisle (though Arron’d been counting and stopped at exactly twenty-one minutes and thirty five seconds).
So when they finally made it back to Jiro’s house (six different brands of chocolate chip cookies in tow), Arron was more than anxious to get back to their neglected homework assignment. He climbed four steps before he realized that Jiro’s body was very much absent from the staircase.
“If I don’t find out what happens on Meteor Garden, I’ll never be able to concentrate on our homework,” Jiro explained as he bit into a cookie and flipped on the television in the living room.
“It will only take a minute,” he guaranteed Arron, in between open-mouthed chews.
Of course, in all fairness, it would have only taken a minute, but “Who knew it was a marathon?”
So 5 hours, 8 Kleenexes, and 37 chocolate chip cookies later, the pair finally made their way to Jiro’s room to start their assignment.
This time Arron was determined and even managed a stern, “Now listen Jiro, we really have to complete our Algebra homework and since I have to leave in thirty minutes we really can’t afford any more distractions. Got it?” But before Arron even had time to further his warning, Jiro was stripping down to his boxers and making his way across the room.
“The drama really wore me out, I’m afraid. So if I’m to be expected to complete something as tedious as a math assignment, it’s only natural that I receive proper stimulation beforehand,” Jiro explained, after a rather slow lick of the lips.
“It will only take a minute,” he offered slyly, before taking to the task of unbuttoning Arron’s shirt.
Now objectively speaking, it would have only taken a minute, but c’mon folks…
"Who are you trying to kid?"
--
xD
Rating: PG
Pairing : Arron/Jiro
Author’s Note: Jiro and Arron are the same age of 17 or so in this.
They both had an Algebra assignment that needed to be completed before school the next day, but Jiro claimed he just couldn’t think without cookies, so he dragged Arron down the stairs so they could grab a couple out of the jar in the kitchen.
“It will only take a minute”, were his exact words in response to Arron’s “We should really get started”.
And in truth, it would have only taken a minute, but “Who knew there were only oatmeal cookies left in the jar?” Arron’s impatient “Can we just start now?” could be heard through the rhythmic tapping of his fingertips on the countertop, to which Jiro calmly explained, “Oatmeal is strictly reserved for essays and the occasional science project. In order to successfully complete a Math assignment, only chocolate chip cookies will suffice.” Arron was just about to reason that “A cookie is a cookie”, but before he could even voice his argument Jiro was pulling him out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He barely managed to add the “hell” to his “What the…” before Jiro quickly explained, “We’re just going to grab a box of cookies from the store around the corner.”
“It will only take a minute” he assured him, this time with a wink.
Now in Jiro’s defense, it would have only taken a minute, but “Who knew there were so many brands of cookies, anyhow?” It took him roughly twenty minutes to browse through the aisle (though Arron’d been counting and stopped at exactly twenty-one minutes and thirty five seconds).
So when they finally made it back to Jiro’s house (six different brands of chocolate chip cookies in tow), Arron was more than anxious to get back to their neglected homework assignment. He climbed four steps before he realized that Jiro’s body was very much absent from the staircase.
“If I don’t find out what happens on Meteor Garden, I’ll never be able to concentrate on our homework,” Jiro explained as he bit into a cookie and flipped on the television in the living room.
“It will only take a minute,” he guaranteed Arron, in between open-mouthed chews.
Of course, in all fairness, it would have only taken a minute, but “Who knew it was a marathon?”
So 5 hours, 8 Kleenexes, and 37 chocolate chip cookies later, the pair finally made their way to Jiro’s room to start their assignment.
This time Arron was determined and even managed a stern, “Now listen Jiro, we really have to complete our Algebra homework and since I have to leave in thirty minutes we really can’t afford any more distractions. Got it?” But before Arron even had time to further his warning, Jiro was stripping down to his boxers and making his way across the room.
“The drama really wore me out, I’m afraid. So if I’m to be expected to complete something as tedious as a math assignment, it’s only natural that I receive proper stimulation beforehand,” Jiro explained, after a rather slow lick of the lips.
“It will only take a minute,” he offered slyly, before taking to the task of unbuttoning Arron’s shirt.
Now objectively speaking, it would have only taken a minute, but c’mon folks…
"Who are you trying to kid?"
--
xD