Remember: it's not gay until the balls touch.
Who: Hakkai (monocled), Yukari (necro_fantasia), Gojyo (gojyo_saaama)
Where/When: Hakkai and Yukari's house, Tuesday late afternoon
Status: Closed.
Style: Paragraph.
Warnings: PORN.
The jug of shochu slung over his shoulder bounced annoyingly against his shoulder blade with every step. Booze was supposed to be carried in paper packs, six and twelve long-necked bottles in a folded piece of cardboard with a little handle on the top... not in a heavy clay pot that you swung over your shoulder like a club on a bit of rope.
But then again... the booze was a club, wasn't it? It was going to beat down a wall that had been standing between him and Hakkai since almost the day they'd met. Since the day Hakkai'd woken up, to be specific. "First an' last man I'm carryin' to my bed," Gojyo muttered under his breath. He still wasn't sure if that was funny.
He still wasn't sure what the hell he was doing. What Hakkai wanted, obviously, but what Hakkai wanted and what Hakkai should actually get weren't always the same thing at all. Usually they were on totally different ends of the planet from each other, and the result was a nice, most-everybody-lives compromise, somewhere in the middle.
...Was he going to be in the middle?
"Fuck." He shook his head, clearing away the thoughts (and daydreams, and fantasies, and possibilities), concentrating instead on walking without walking into anything. Too much thinking was bad for you - this was true. Just look at Sanzo.
God, don't think about Sanzo.
"Oi, open up!" he called at last, striding right up to the house and banging loudly on the door frame. Hakkai's house he would walk right into, but Yukari's house? No way. She was kinda scary, that one, and weren't they just a match made in... fuckin' somewhere. "Got somethin' for ya."
Where/When: Hakkai and Yukari's house, Tuesday late afternoon
Status: Closed.
Style: Paragraph.
Warnings: PORN.
The jug of shochu slung over his shoulder bounced annoyingly against his shoulder blade with every step. Booze was supposed to be carried in paper packs, six and twelve long-necked bottles in a folded piece of cardboard with a little handle on the top... not in a heavy clay pot that you swung over your shoulder like a club on a bit of rope.
But then again... the booze was a club, wasn't it? It was going to beat down a wall that had been standing between him and Hakkai since almost the day they'd met. Since the day Hakkai'd woken up, to be specific. "First an' last man I'm carryin' to my bed," Gojyo muttered under his breath. He still wasn't sure if that was funny.
He still wasn't sure what the hell he was doing. What Hakkai wanted, obviously, but what Hakkai wanted and what Hakkai should actually get weren't always the same thing at all. Usually they were on totally different ends of the planet from each other, and the result was a nice, most-everybody-lives compromise, somewhere in the middle.
...Was he going to be in the middle?
"Fuck." He shook his head, clearing away the thoughts (and daydreams, and fantasies, and possibilities), concentrating instead on walking without walking into anything. Too much thinking was bad for you - this was true. Just look at Sanzo.
God, don't think about Sanzo.
"Oi, open up!" he called at last, striding right up to the house and banging loudly on the door frame. Hakkai's house he would walk right into, but Yukari's house? No way. She was kinda scary, that one, and weren't they just a match made in... fuckin' somewhere. "Got somethin' for ya."