Title: Soudan (Advice)
Author: myself (
hyuuga_princess /
mugendainomousou on tumblr)
Pairing: Arai Atsushi x Shiramata Atsushi
Genre: romance
Rating: safe enough.
Words: 510
Notes: This... I must've been high when I wrote it last night. I fixed it about half an hour ago as I was outside my bb brother's school, waiting in line along other parents to get him home. YES I WAS ABLE TO MAINTAIN A STRAIGHT FACE WHILE FIXING THIS IN THAT SITUATION. But now I'm blowing up. >///////////////<"
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“…Come again?” Arai’s eyes opened wide at the suggestive movement coming from the younger boy.
Shiramata squeezed his eyes tightly shut; this was a bad idea. A very bad idea.
He should have imagined that asking advice from Mae-san about this, awkward and embarrassing a conversation as it’d been wouldn’t have given him proper results… As much as he’d hoped for a push in the right direction so that he’d be able to tell his boyfriend he wanted to try getting more… physical maybe, nothing helpful had come out of it. It was a good thing that they’d conversed through texts because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to say all that he did out loud, and keep a straight face while Mae-san listed off options. Only thinking about everything he’d read in the replying texts made him go red as a beetroot, let alone process to imagine himself and Arai in the same situation… No. Never.
Shaking his head, he chanced a glance at the taller boy’s face; he was still close, now with curiosity evident in his face.
“What was that?” he asked again, nudging his collarbone with his thumb. They were sitting together on the floor of Shiramata’s room, their backs supported on his bed, cuddling until a few seconds before when he’d made the first attempt to undo Arai’s buttons.
And Shiramata was starting to get desperate.
He knew that hesitating any longer would probably give Arai weird ideas; he already seemed puzzled enough with the sudden change in his actions that he'd pulled away and was now staring at him, waiting.
"I..." Shiramata started, trying to fight the lump in his throat and the crimson that he was sure was spreading over his features now, and drew Arai closer again. With an effort that felt almost impossible, he erased everything he'd read in the texts Mae-san had sent him from his mind and concentrated on what he was feeling; suddenly everything stopped being difficult. Now it was just feelings foreign to him, but they weren't unpleasant. Determined to see this through, since it was his idea anyway, he put both his hands on Arai's shirt and resumed the unbuttoning, keeping his eyes fixed on his face.
And almost immediately, Arai's confused expression switched to a sneaky grin.
"Why didn't you just say so." He leaned in and whispered in his ear. He let Shiramata take off his shirt and then he swept him up and threw him on his bed, climbing on top of him and leaning in to capture his lips into the hungriest kiss they’d shared until that moment.
The next morning, Takahisa choked into the mug of hot chocolate that Yuuki had just made him as he read a text from Shiramata; there was a picture of his two juniors, lips locked in a kiss; the younger boy was blushing hard and Arai was smirking, but it was obvious that they both felt satisfied with themselves. He was never able to shake off the feeling that they were mocking him.