Well Hung
Title: Well Hung
Fandom: Gakuen Heaven
Pairing: NiwaxNakajima/NakajimaxNiwa
Rating: pg-13
Words: 364
Warnings: There's a surprise
Notes: Just a random fic
The bed hit the head boards with hard and loud bangs that made everything against the wall jump in the aftermath of each bang. The glass shades made clinking sounds along with the cups that were jarred. A small symphony of sorts to the two making the racket.
Sweat beaded on the foreheads of both men, and gleamed in the light against them. Sliding down the temples of both men working so hard for the end.
“Hide, harder” Niwa breathed as if out of breath.
“If I went any harder we’d go through the wall.” His voice was low and dangerous, warning Niwa to be quiet.
“hurry up! I’m-Ah!” Niwa didn’t have time to finish his sentence as his world turned upside down, and he fell back on the bed.
“Good. I’m finished anyway.” Cold eyes stared down at the form of his roommate and partner, small quirk to his brow and about to fix his glasses. “Honestly, with all those muscles you would think you could hold on for just a few moments longer.”
“That’s not fair! The bed was rocking so much I lost my footing.” Niwa protested with a grin, somehow finding Nakajima’s cold stare amusing. Well, until he caught the glint of the hammer in his hand.
Fixing his glasses, Nakajima got off the bed and reached into a drawer. Fixing a few things, he put the hammer away.
“Yes, well. You insisted on wanting to hang that hideous picture above your bed. Just how long am I going to have to stare at David Hasslehoff?” Why he let Niwa get away with it, he wasn’t sure. Probably something to do with honoring a bet they’d made. He knew it was the way Niwa was going to torture him. And it worked beautifully.
“The day you stop being a cock tease is the day I’ll take it down.” Niwa grinned, finally shifting to sit so he could look Nakajima up properly. Hide was always teasing him and leaving him to his own device. Sadistic bastard.
“Hm. Is that so?” This would be an easily remedied situation then, Nakajima mused. Niwa was so simple and one track minded, sometimes it hurt.
Fandom: Gakuen Heaven
Pairing: NiwaxNakajima/NakajimaxNiwa
Rating: pg-13
Words: 364
Warnings: There's a surprise
Notes: Just a random fic
The bed hit the head boards with hard and loud bangs that made everything against the wall jump in the aftermath of each bang. The glass shades made clinking sounds along with the cups that were jarred. A small symphony of sorts to the two making the racket.
Sweat beaded on the foreheads of both men, and gleamed in the light against them. Sliding down the temples of both men working so hard for the end.
“Hide, harder” Niwa breathed as if out of breath.
“If I went any harder we’d go through the wall.” His voice was low and dangerous, warning Niwa to be quiet.
“hurry up! I’m-Ah!” Niwa didn’t have time to finish his sentence as his world turned upside down, and he fell back on the bed.
“Good. I’m finished anyway.” Cold eyes stared down at the form of his roommate and partner, small quirk to his brow and about to fix his glasses. “Honestly, with all those muscles you would think you could hold on for just a few moments longer.”
“That’s not fair! The bed was rocking so much I lost my footing.” Niwa protested with a grin, somehow finding Nakajima’s cold stare amusing. Well, until he caught the glint of the hammer in his hand.
Fixing his glasses, Nakajima got off the bed and reached into a drawer. Fixing a few things, he put the hammer away.
“Yes, well. You insisted on wanting to hang that hideous picture above your bed. Just how long am I going to have to stare at David Hasslehoff?” Why he let Niwa get away with it, he wasn’t sure. Probably something to do with honoring a bet they’d made. He knew it was the way Niwa was going to torture him. And it worked beautifully.
“The day you stop being a cock tease is the day I’ll take it down.” Niwa grinned, finally shifting to sit so he could look Nakajima up properly. Hide was always teasing him and leaving him to his own device. Sadistic bastard.
“Hm. Is that so?” This would be an easily remedied situation then, Nakajima mused. Niwa was so simple and one track minded, sometimes it hurt.