Waiting [Juxtaposition V, AkiHika, R]
This is part of the Justaposition series. Other parts can be found here.
Part V, out on the first day. These keep getting less and less porny. Whoops. Written for the Porn Battle.
Prompts: Masturbation, texting
Waiting
Hikaru leans back against the cold tile of the shower, squeezes his eyes shut and jacks himself off out of pure necessity. He knows he should keep his mind carefully blank, but he can’t stop the visions of Touya sucking him off, or lifting his legs over his shoulders to push into him deeper, and he bites his lip, twists his hand just so and coats the shower door with his come.
He’s been waiting to see what Touya will do. He hasn’t gotten an answer yet, but tomorrow is their first official match since that night.
Hikaru rinses off the shower door and stumbles out of it. Looking into the fogged up mirror, he can tell he hasn’t been taking care of himself like he should. His eyes are red-rimmed and his bangs have started to grow out, showing just a hint of black at the roots. With slightly shaking hands, he pulls the bleach out of the cupboard. He wants to look his best for their game. Idly he thinks he probably should have done this before his shower.
Hikaru tries to concentrate on what he’s doing, but it’s impossible. The only coherent thing his brain can come up with is Touya. He wants to know so bad he can taste it, just like he can still taste the salt of Touya’s skin even now. But if the answer is no…
He doesn’t want to think about that. For Hikaru, there has only ever been Touya. Without him, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Touya is supposed to be his eternal rival; it’s only logical that Hikaru have all of him.
He rinses his hair out in the sink and watches the color swirl down the drain until the water comes out clean. He looks at his reflection again. His hair is limp and sticking to his face, but the roots aren’t showing anymore. It’ll have to do.
His phone buzzes, and he almost jumps, snatching it off the counter and wiping off the fogged over screen. It’s from Touya.
Tomorrow, it says.
Hikaru clutches the phone tightly. Tomorrow. Everything is riding on tomorrow. He doesn’t bother to reply.
With a measured breath and a pounding heart, he flicks off the bathroom light.
All he can do is wait.
This is also posted at DW, which you can find here. Comment wherever you want!
Part V, out on the first day. These keep getting less and less porny. Whoops. Written for the Porn Battle.
Prompts: Masturbation, texting
Waiting
Hikaru leans back against the cold tile of the shower, squeezes his eyes shut and jacks himself off out of pure necessity. He knows he should keep his mind carefully blank, but he can’t stop the visions of Touya sucking him off, or lifting his legs over his shoulders to push into him deeper, and he bites his lip, twists his hand just so and coats the shower door with his come.
He’s been waiting to see what Touya will do. He hasn’t gotten an answer yet, but tomorrow is their first official match since that night.
Hikaru rinses off the shower door and stumbles out of it. Looking into the fogged up mirror, he can tell he hasn’t been taking care of himself like he should. His eyes are red-rimmed and his bangs have started to grow out, showing just a hint of black at the roots. With slightly shaking hands, he pulls the bleach out of the cupboard. He wants to look his best for their game. Idly he thinks he probably should have done this before his shower.
Hikaru tries to concentrate on what he’s doing, but it’s impossible. The only coherent thing his brain can come up with is Touya. He wants to know so bad he can taste it, just like he can still taste the salt of Touya’s skin even now. But if the answer is no…
He doesn’t want to think about that. For Hikaru, there has only ever been Touya. Without him, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Touya is supposed to be his eternal rival; it’s only logical that Hikaru have all of him.
He rinses his hair out in the sink and watches the color swirl down the drain until the water comes out clean. He looks at his reflection again. His hair is limp and sticking to his face, but the roots aren’t showing anymore. It’ll have to do.
His phone buzzes, and he almost jumps, snatching it off the counter and wiping off the fogged over screen. It’s from Touya.
Tomorrow, it says.
Hikaru clutches the phone tightly. Tomorrow. Everything is riding on tomorrow. He doesn’t bother to reply.
With a measured breath and a pounding heart, he flicks off the bathroom light.
All he can do is wait.
This is also posted at DW, which you can find here. Comment wherever you want!