Fic: Watch Your Step (Hiro/Ando)
Summary: Inspired by yanjara 's prompt A drabble around the phrase 'Dangerous when wet.'. Ando and Hiro have a little accident.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Title: Watch Your Step
As soon as Ando felt his foot slip on the polished floor, he grabbed Hiro’s arm, causing both of them to fall with a loud splat.
"Ow," Hiro moaned, his face buried in Ando’s shoulder.
"Sorry," Ando said, avoiding the dozen eyes staring at them as if they were some roadside spectacle. The bright yellow of an upright sign he hadn't seen before smirked at him, proclaiming in big, bold letters: "Caution: Wet Floor". He glared at it. Hiro moved on top of him and Ando suddenly realized how closely they were pressed together. Hiro had fallen completely across him, their chests breathing against each other, legs tangled together. He liked it. In fact, he liked it a little too much, and his body decided to make it well known to whoever had a sharp eye for the obvious. Hiro noticed it quickly enough when he knocked his knee against it (accidentally, Ando’s sure), making Ando bite his lip in a desperate attempt to keep himself from broadcasting to the entire world the very delicate nature of his situation. Hiro, helpful friend that he is, flatly stared at it, his face lighting up in a Machiavellian grin.
"Ando-kun, I didn't know you were so sensitive," he said, looking at him like a child with a treat.
Ando’s cheeks burned. He wanted very much to retaliate in a thoroughly physical manner, but they were still sprawled across the floor of a very public building and Hiro was the only thing shielding him from the constant stream of gawkers. He forced himself to think of cockroaches, of Margaret Thatcher naked, of the horror of his first girlfriend's mother coming on to him when he was sixteen. His erection went down like a wilted flower.
"When we get back to the hotel room," he whispered, extricating himself from Hiro, "you're going to get it."
Hiro gaped at him in mock surprise. "But you're the one who dragged me down with you."
"I don't care."
Ando stood up and smoothed down his clothes as inconspicuously as possible, trying to preserve some of his dignity. Hiro got up as well, but Ando turned away from him, determined to ignore him. Hiro, however, made short work of his determination.
"When we get back," he murmured in his ear, "I think you'll be the one getting it."
He sprinted away before Ando could wallop him.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Title: Watch Your Step
As soon as Ando felt his foot slip on the polished floor, he grabbed Hiro’s arm, causing both of them to fall with a loud splat.
"Ow," Hiro moaned, his face buried in Ando’s shoulder.
"Sorry," Ando said, avoiding the dozen eyes staring at them as if they were some roadside spectacle. The bright yellow of an upright sign he hadn't seen before smirked at him, proclaiming in big, bold letters: "Caution: Wet Floor". He glared at it. Hiro moved on top of him and Ando suddenly realized how closely they were pressed together. Hiro had fallen completely across him, their chests breathing against each other, legs tangled together. He liked it. In fact, he liked it a little too much, and his body decided to make it well known to whoever had a sharp eye for the obvious. Hiro noticed it quickly enough when he knocked his knee against it (accidentally, Ando’s sure), making Ando bite his lip in a desperate attempt to keep himself from broadcasting to the entire world the very delicate nature of his situation. Hiro, helpful friend that he is, flatly stared at it, his face lighting up in a Machiavellian grin.
"Ando-kun, I didn't know you were so sensitive," he said, looking at him like a child with a treat.
Ando’s cheeks burned. He wanted very much to retaliate in a thoroughly physical manner, but they were still sprawled across the floor of a very public building and Hiro was the only thing shielding him from the constant stream of gawkers. He forced himself to think of cockroaches, of Margaret Thatcher naked, of the horror of his first girlfriend's mother coming on to him when he was sixteen. His erection went down like a wilted flower.
"When we get back to the hotel room," he whispered, extricating himself from Hiro, "you're going to get it."
Hiro gaped at him in mock surprise. "But you're the one who dragged me down with you."
"I don't care."
Ando stood up and smoothed down his clothes as inconspicuously as possible, trying to preserve some of his dignity. Hiro got up as well, but Ando turned away from him, determined to ignore him. Hiro, however, made short work of his determination.
"When we get back," he murmured in his ear, "I think you'll be the one getting it."
He sprinted away before Ando could wallop him.