[HnG] Hot Pursuit (PG) [Impatience arc Part 7]
Title: Hot Pursuit
Author: Kimmie (tasukichiriko@hotmail.com)
Category: shonen ai
Pairings: AkiHika
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah. (Hotta and Obana, guys!)
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Part seven of the "Impatience" arc... the story that I make time to write every day. (Sorry for the lack of omake yesterday... there are two today. ^_^) Enjoy! (Find previous parts at Jumpy Boys.)
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"It's hot in here." Hikaru fanned himself with a copy of Weekly Go.
Akira looked up from the book he was reading. "You have a fan. Why don't you use that?"
"I can't use that! That's my go fan!" Hikaru fanned himself more vigorously and pulled at the collar of his t-shirt. "When are they going to fix the air conditioning?"
"They're coming by later on today, Shindou." He looked back at his book. "If you're that hot, go eat one of the popsicles that you insisted we buy but haven't touched."
"Oh, yeah!" Hikaru scrambled to his feet. "I keep forgetting they're there!"
"Get one for me, too?"
Hikaru quirked an eyebrow at Akira. "What flavor? Cherry, orange, or grape?"
"Hmm..." Akira put a bookmark in his book. "Cherry."
"'Kay. Be right back."
Within moments, Akira had a cherry popsicle in hand while Hikaru had gone for orange. "Thanks, Shindou."
"You're welcome, Touya." Hikaru took a lick of his popsicle and smiled before tossing himself down on the couch next to Akira.
Akira took a tentative taste of his own. It was sweet and cool and perfect for the moment with the apartment almost sticky with humidity and sweltering. He wrapped his lips around the end of the popsicle and sucked some of the juice out of the ice, liking the feeling of the liquid trickling down his somewhat parched throat.
Within minutes, Akira had finished his own treat and was busy examining the stick. "Hey, there are jokes on there." He looked at his again. "Stupid ones, but jokes nonetheless."
Hikaru was still working on the last third of his popsicle, obviously savoring it. But, he was also looking at Akira with a peculiar expression on his face. Akira looked at him for a moment before asking, "Shindou, how many go players does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"
Snorting, Hikaru pulled his popsicle away from his mouth and held his nose. "Oh god, Touya. Don't make me do that. I can feel ice melting in my sinuses." He laughed. "Does it really say that?"
"Okay, you were paying attention. You looked funny." Akira licked his popsicle stick one more time. "And, it takes two. One to capture the burnt bulb and take the territory with a new one, and one to commentate on the match."
"That was stupid."
"But you're laughing."
Hikaru stuck his tongue out at Akira. "It was still stupid!"
"Shindou... your tongue is orange."
"And your tongue is bright red. And so are your lips."
Akira raised his hand and pressed his fingers to his still-cool lips. "They are?"
"Don't worry, Touya. Even with the long hair and the red lips, you still don't look like a girl." Hikaru lifted his popsicle to his lips and finished it quickly, a few drips of it making their way onto his shirt. He was still looking at Akira strangely.
"Other than the red lips and tongue, is there something wrong with my face?" Akira moved his hand to touch his cheek and then his chin. "Did I get some on it on my shirt?" He looked down and then back up at Hikaru.
"Sorry... it's just... Your lips looks really, um, yummy like that."
Akira laughed. "But you haven't tried to kiss me yet."
"No. I didn't think you'd like it."
Akira played with his popsicle stick again, twirling it in his fingers. "You can kiss me whenever you want to, Shindou. You don't need to get a special dispensation for it."
"No. I wanted to *kiss* you... like you kissed me goodnight."
"Oh." Akira blushed slightly. "Well, I... I suppose you could have done that, too."
"No." Hikaru smiled. "It's too hot for that. I don't want to touch anything right now, let alone someone else who's 37 degrees Celsius. But once the air conditioning is fixed? Let's hope the red has faded or I'll be tempted to jump you."
Akira smiled and held out his hand to Hikaru. "Popsicle stick? I'll go throw them away."
Hikaru put his stick in Akira's hand and smiled back. "Thanks."
"Ew. Shindou, you could have actually finished your popsicle. This thing is sticky."
Rolling his eyes, Hikaru picked up a stack of kifu and began fanning himself again. "Whine, whine; complain, complain. Wash your hands. You do it 47 times a day, one more won't hurt."
"I only wash my hands so much because you leave such disgusting things lying around."
"That shirt was not disgusting! I only wore it for five minutes and then remembered I had a shidougo game!"
"*You* didn't pick it up. It was dripping wet!"
"That's because I had just showered. It was clean-wet."
Akira took a deep breath. "I didn't know how long it had been there."
Hikaru laughed. "Oh, go wash your hands. It's almost three o'clock and I just heard someone drive up. We can play go and hope against hope that by the time we're finished, everything will be fixed. Doesn't that sound good?"
Standing up and grinning at Hikaru's enthusiasm, Akira clenched his fist. "I'm going to beat you, though." He paused and looked at his hand. "Ew. I'll be right back."
Hikaru leaned back against the couch then leaned forward again. There were many things that it was too hot for, and touching anything, even his boyfriend who looked so very tempting when sucking on a popsicle, wouldn't be an enjoyable experience in this heat. He muttered to himself, "You're supposed to *get* hot and sweaty, not already *be* hot and sweaty." He fanned himself more and wished they had purchased a portable fan the last time they'd gone shopping.
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Owari. ^_~
SPECIAL BONUS OMAKE:
-----Mail Call, part deux----- a drabble
"Waya, we got some of your mail by accident." Hikaru handed over the two items that had arrived in the Shindou/Touya box. "Have you gotten any of our mail?"
Shaking his head, Waya read his game card. "Oh, god. I'm playing Ochi again. Why can't I get away from him? He's so annoying to play against, especially since he beat Kurata on that day that Kurata kept leaving every other hand to puke... something about a bad bowl of ramen?" He gave Hikaru a look.
Hikaru stuck his tongue out. "Haha, Waya. I know better than to eat at places that might have bad ramen. And, uh, that magazine? I thought they sent those with brown paper on them... or is that just packages with, um, adult stuff?"
Waya blushed. "Shindou! Don't look at my mail!"
SPECIAL BONUS OMAKE:
-----Shopping Trip----- a drabble
"Okay, now let's go look at ice cream." Hikaru led the way, commandeering the shopping cart from Akira.
"But we don't *need* ice cream." Akira tried to take the cart back, but Hikaru kept pushing it forward.
"Touya, it's summer. Ice cream is a must. Okay, here we are. Ice cream. Do we want to get a carton of ice cream? Or... Oh, here's some ice cream sandwiches." He looked at Akira. "How about popsicles? They're almost healthy. Look, these have real fruit juice!"
Akira sighed and hung his head, but not before Hikaru saw the smile that made the corners of his mouth twitch up. "Okay, fine. Popsicles. Now, let's go before we end up going over our food budget."
Hikaru smiled. "Thank you, Touya!"
"You're welcome, Shindou." Akira grabbed the cart once more.
Author: Kimmie (tasukichiriko@hotmail.com)
Category: shonen ai
Pairings: AkiHika
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah. (Hotta and Obana, guys!)
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Part seven of the "Impatience" arc... the story that I make time to write every day. (Sorry for the lack of omake yesterday... there are two today. ^_^) Enjoy! (Find previous parts at Jumpy Boys.)
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"It's hot in here." Hikaru fanned himself with a copy of Weekly Go.
Akira looked up from the book he was reading. "You have a fan. Why don't you use that?"
"I can't use that! That's my go fan!" Hikaru fanned himself more vigorously and pulled at the collar of his t-shirt. "When are they going to fix the air conditioning?"
"They're coming by later on today, Shindou." He looked back at his book. "If you're that hot, go eat one of the popsicles that you insisted we buy but haven't touched."
"Oh, yeah!" Hikaru scrambled to his feet. "I keep forgetting they're there!"
"Get one for me, too?"
Hikaru quirked an eyebrow at Akira. "What flavor? Cherry, orange, or grape?"
"Hmm..." Akira put a bookmark in his book. "Cherry."
"'Kay. Be right back."
Within moments, Akira had a cherry popsicle in hand while Hikaru had gone for orange. "Thanks, Shindou."
"You're welcome, Touya." Hikaru took a lick of his popsicle and smiled before tossing himself down on the couch next to Akira.
Akira took a tentative taste of his own. It was sweet and cool and perfect for the moment with the apartment almost sticky with humidity and sweltering. He wrapped his lips around the end of the popsicle and sucked some of the juice out of the ice, liking the feeling of the liquid trickling down his somewhat parched throat.
Within minutes, Akira had finished his own treat and was busy examining the stick. "Hey, there are jokes on there." He looked at his again. "Stupid ones, but jokes nonetheless."
Hikaru was still working on the last third of his popsicle, obviously savoring it. But, he was also looking at Akira with a peculiar expression on his face. Akira looked at him for a moment before asking, "Shindou, how many go players does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"
Snorting, Hikaru pulled his popsicle away from his mouth and held his nose. "Oh god, Touya. Don't make me do that. I can feel ice melting in my sinuses." He laughed. "Does it really say that?"
"Okay, you were paying attention. You looked funny." Akira licked his popsicle stick one more time. "And, it takes two. One to capture the burnt bulb and take the territory with a new one, and one to commentate on the match."
"That was stupid."
"But you're laughing."
Hikaru stuck his tongue out at Akira. "It was still stupid!"
"Shindou... your tongue is orange."
"And your tongue is bright red. And so are your lips."
Akira raised his hand and pressed his fingers to his still-cool lips. "They are?"
"Don't worry, Touya. Even with the long hair and the red lips, you still don't look like a girl." Hikaru lifted his popsicle to his lips and finished it quickly, a few drips of it making their way onto his shirt. He was still looking at Akira strangely.
"Other than the red lips and tongue, is there something wrong with my face?" Akira moved his hand to touch his cheek and then his chin. "Did I get some on it on my shirt?" He looked down and then back up at Hikaru.
"Sorry... it's just... Your lips looks really, um, yummy like that."
Akira laughed. "But you haven't tried to kiss me yet."
"No. I didn't think you'd like it."
Akira played with his popsicle stick again, twirling it in his fingers. "You can kiss me whenever you want to, Shindou. You don't need to get a special dispensation for it."
"No. I wanted to *kiss* you... like you kissed me goodnight."
"Oh." Akira blushed slightly. "Well, I... I suppose you could have done that, too."
"No." Hikaru smiled. "It's too hot for that. I don't want to touch anything right now, let alone someone else who's 37 degrees Celsius. But once the air conditioning is fixed? Let's hope the red has faded or I'll be tempted to jump you."
Akira smiled and held out his hand to Hikaru. "Popsicle stick? I'll go throw them away."
Hikaru put his stick in Akira's hand and smiled back. "Thanks."
"Ew. Shindou, you could have actually finished your popsicle. This thing is sticky."
Rolling his eyes, Hikaru picked up a stack of kifu and began fanning himself again. "Whine, whine; complain, complain. Wash your hands. You do it 47 times a day, one more won't hurt."
"I only wash my hands so much because you leave such disgusting things lying around."
"That shirt was not disgusting! I only wore it for five minutes and then remembered I had a shidougo game!"
"*You* didn't pick it up. It was dripping wet!"
"That's because I had just showered. It was clean-wet."
Akira took a deep breath. "I didn't know how long it had been there."
Hikaru laughed. "Oh, go wash your hands. It's almost three o'clock and I just heard someone drive up. We can play go and hope against hope that by the time we're finished, everything will be fixed. Doesn't that sound good?"
Standing up and grinning at Hikaru's enthusiasm, Akira clenched his fist. "I'm going to beat you, though." He paused and looked at his hand. "Ew. I'll be right back."
Hikaru leaned back against the couch then leaned forward again. There were many things that it was too hot for, and touching anything, even his boyfriend who looked so very tempting when sucking on a popsicle, wouldn't be an enjoyable experience in this heat. He muttered to himself, "You're supposed to *get* hot and sweaty, not already *be* hot and sweaty." He fanned himself more and wished they had purchased a portable fan the last time they'd gone shopping.
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Owari. ^_~
SPECIAL BONUS OMAKE:
-----Mail Call, part deux----- a drabble
"Waya, we got some of your mail by accident." Hikaru handed over the two items that had arrived in the Shindou/Touya box. "Have you gotten any of our mail?"
Shaking his head, Waya read his game card. "Oh, god. I'm playing Ochi again. Why can't I get away from him? He's so annoying to play against, especially since he beat Kurata on that day that Kurata kept leaving every other hand to puke... something about a bad bowl of ramen?" He gave Hikaru a look.
Hikaru stuck his tongue out. "Haha, Waya. I know better than to eat at places that might have bad ramen. And, uh, that magazine? I thought they sent those with brown paper on them... or is that just packages with, um, adult stuff?"
Waya blushed. "Shindou! Don't look at my mail!"
SPECIAL BONUS OMAKE:
-----Shopping Trip----- a drabble
"Okay, now let's go look at ice cream." Hikaru led the way, commandeering the shopping cart from Akira.
"But we don't *need* ice cream." Akira tried to take the cart back, but Hikaru kept pushing it forward.
"Touya, it's summer. Ice cream is a must. Okay, here we are. Ice cream. Do we want to get a carton of ice cream? Or... Oh, here's some ice cream sandwiches." He looked at Akira. "How about popsicles? They're almost healthy. Look, these have real fruit juice!"
Akira sighed and hung his head, but not before Hikaru saw the smile that made the corners of his mouth twitch up. "Okay, fine. Popsicles. Now, let's go before we end up going over our food budget."
Hikaru smiled. "Thank you, Touya!"
"You're welcome, Shindou." Akira grabbed the cart once more.