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*dies* Okay, just read a fic where character A asks character B if he is gay while character B is trying to get his hand down the front of character A's pants.
The fic is generally pretty appalling, but that gave me a giggle.
Actually, I feel like a brat today and tiny blond plastic Fuji is sitting next to me looking like he has A Plan, so...
Kaidoh had been surprised when Fuji started speaking to him in the hallway. They did not talk alone often; and never about anything other than tennis. He had been surprised when Fuji brought up the subject of his history mark, as he had only found out that day and hadn't told anyone (any anyway, "trouble" was a harsh way of describing a slip to A from A+). He had been deeply surprised when Fuji told him, rather than offering, that he would accompany Kaidoh home to help him study. After-school tutoring of his juniors did not seem unusual, dangerous or socially unacceptable enough for Fuji to be particularly interested in it.
Taking all that into consideration, Kaidoh internally berates himself for being so surprised when Fuji - who apparently had an ulterior motive for requesting that they sit on the floor instead of at the desk, which is certainly big enough for two - pushes aside Kaidoh's textbook and climbs into his lap, placing his knees either side of Kaidoh's hips and staring at him from a distance of centimeters.
"Fuji-senpai," Kaidoh says. He'd wanted to keep his voice low, avoid being loud in case it drew attention. He realises this wasn't a good plan when the resulting exclamation is low and husky and Fuji's smile quirks in a way that seems unusual, dangerous, and socially unacceptable.
"Fuji-senpai," he repeats, more insistent, less breathy. He wriggles a little. It seems to encourage Fuji rather than dislodge him. Fuji has always been graceful. "Fuji."
"Yes?" Fuji places his face so his lips are just touching Kaidoh's neck and turns his head slowly back and forth, so they brush over the skin. Not a kiss, but definitely not normal. In a way, it's just as well that he hadn't formed a question yet, because he would have forgotten. "What can I help you with, Kaidoh?" Fuji asks, and his breath is hot and damp against Kaidoh's skin.
"Uh." Kaidoh says the first thing into his head. "Are you gay?"
"I'm a teenager," Fuji says, slipping Kaidoh's shirt up and trailing his fingers delicately over the skin above Kaidoh's hips. "We go through phases."
Kaidoh sucks air through his teeth as Fuji's hands slip around his waist, fingertips meeting in the small of his back and coming back around, a light touch that would tickle if it didn't seem to burn.
"This is a phase?"
"Time will tell," Fuji says softly, slipping his hand down the front of Kaidoh's pants and wrapping slim, warm fingers around his cock. Then he doesn't speak anymore, his hand sliding along Kaidoh's cock in firm strokes, his mouth pressed under Kaidoh's ear, seemingly undeterred by the fact that Kaidoh's hands have not moved from his sides. He remains silent, his breathing slow and regular, until Kaidoh's vision gets soft around the edges.
"For your purposes, I shouldn't think that would matter," says Fuji as Kaidoh bites his lip, shudders and comes.
The fic is generally pretty appalling, but that gave me a giggle.
Actually, I feel like a brat today and tiny blond plastic Fuji is sitting next to me looking like he has A Plan, so...
Kaidoh had been surprised when Fuji started speaking to him in the hallway. They did not talk alone often; and never about anything other than tennis. He had been surprised when Fuji brought up the subject of his history mark, as he had only found out that day and hadn't told anyone (any anyway, "trouble" was a harsh way of describing a slip to A from A+). He had been deeply surprised when Fuji told him, rather than offering, that he would accompany Kaidoh home to help him study. After-school tutoring of his juniors did not seem unusual, dangerous or socially unacceptable enough for Fuji to be particularly interested in it.
Taking all that into consideration, Kaidoh internally berates himself for being so surprised when Fuji - who apparently had an ulterior motive for requesting that they sit on the floor instead of at the desk, which is certainly big enough for two - pushes aside Kaidoh's textbook and climbs into his lap, placing his knees either side of Kaidoh's hips and staring at him from a distance of centimeters.
"Fuji-senpai," Kaidoh says. He'd wanted to keep his voice low, avoid being loud in case it drew attention. He realises this wasn't a good plan when the resulting exclamation is low and husky and Fuji's smile quirks in a way that seems unusual, dangerous, and socially unacceptable.
"Fuji-senpai," he repeats, more insistent, less breathy. He wriggles a little. It seems to encourage Fuji rather than dislodge him. Fuji has always been graceful. "Fuji."
"Yes?" Fuji places his face so his lips are just touching Kaidoh's neck and turns his head slowly back and forth, so they brush over the skin. Not a kiss, but definitely not normal. In a way, it's just as well that he hadn't formed a question yet, because he would have forgotten. "What can I help you with, Kaidoh?" Fuji asks, and his breath is hot and damp against Kaidoh's skin.
"Uh." Kaidoh says the first thing into his head. "Are you gay?"
"I'm a teenager," Fuji says, slipping Kaidoh's shirt up and trailing his fingers delicately over the skin above Kaidoh's hips. "We go through phases."
Kaidoh sucks air through his teeth as Fuji's hands slip around his waist, fingertips meeting in the small of his back and coming back around, a light touch that would tickle if it didn't seem to burn.
"This is a phase?"
"Time will tell," Fuji says softly, slipping his hand down the front of Kaidoh's pants and wrapping slim, warm fingers around his cock. Then he doesn't speak anymore, his hand sliding along Kaidoh's cock in firm strokes, his mouth pressed under Kaidoh's ear, seemingly undeterred by the fact that Kaidoh's hands have not moved from his sides. He remains silent, his breathing slow and regular, until Kaidoh's vision gets soft around the edges.
"For your purposes, I shouldn't think that would matter," says Fuji as Kaidoh bites his lip, shudders and comes.