{Kamen Rider W} like you mean it
Title: like you mean it
Author: Mayhem
Word Count: 905
Author's notes: As much as this is my One True Pairing of Forever, this is also just about the only way I can ever see this happening.
Summary: Philip ends up Looking Up kissing. Shoutarou deals with the fallout. [Philip/Shoutarou]
When Lily kissed Terui on the cheek, Philip's eyes lit up, and Shoutarou knew they were in trouble.
“What was that?” he asked, even as Akiko whooped at Terui’s blush.
Shoutarou groaned, and hid his face in his hat. This was going to get messy, he could tell.
Terui shook off Lily’s arm, and went stalking out of the Agency, looking remarkably like a cat with a trod-on tail. Lily giggled, and followed, calling after him. Akiko crossed her arms and fell onto the couch, pouting. “Mou, who does she think she is!”
“Eh, Akiko, you might want to leave now. Right now,” Shoutarou said, keeping an eye on Philip, who was already in the Planetary Bookshelves.
“Why?” she asked, immediately curious.
Shoutarou jerked his head towards his partner, in the tell-tale pose. “I think he’s looking up kissing. If you don’t want to be practiced on....”
“Right,” she said, hurriedly. “I think Queen and Elizabeth said something about karaoke or something. Maybe we can have a sleepover. Call me when it’s safe!” Bag half-packed, she stopped. “Hey, what about you?”
“I’m not a girl,” Shoutarou said, a little wryly. “And someone has to keep this guy from randomly kissing strange people.”
She nodded, tossed a glance towards Philip, and hurried up.
“Four million, eleven hundred seventeen thousand, six hundred eighty-two results,” Philip announced, opening his eyes and his book.
“Bye!” Akiko called, and was out the door faster than Shoutarou had thought possible. Philip didn’t even notice, turning page after page after page. Shoutarou shoved him through the door and down the steps, so he would at least write on the whiteboards and not the walls. Philip went, moving on autopilot and trusting that Shoutarou wouldn’t let him fall over anything.
Shoutarou sighed, and went to make some coffee.
~@~
It only took him two hours to come tearing out of the basement.
“Shoutarou, this is so interesting--” Philip started, and Shoutarou groaned and attempted to hide under his desk without looking like he was hiding under his desk.
Suddenly, though, he had a lapful of Philip. He automatically locked his knees to hold his partner’s weight, and Philip was right there, wicked smile and wild eyes, and okay, that was so not fair.
“Philip--” he started, because, really, he shouldn’t have to put up with this, because it wasn’t fair to dangle this temptation in front of him. Because Philip wouldn’t mean it the way Shoutarou did. Because Philip was just...curious.
But then there was a hand on the side of his face, and another in his hair, and his hat was falling off, but that wasn’t nearly as important as the warm pressure on his mouth.
And he froze, because, really, what the hell was he supposed to do with that? But Philip tilted his head and moved, and that was cheating, okay, because he was fairly sure Philip had never kissed anyone before, so he shouldn’t be that good at it--
--oh--
And it was hard to remember to let Philip control it, hard to remember to keep his hands down and to only respond, not act, hard to concentrate, because this was Philip, and that made all the difference. His partner, W’s other half, and the only person in the world he could trust unconditionally.
And then Philip pulled back, and Shoutarou couldn’t stop himself from chasing after him just a little, but Philip only took a deep breath and said, “Come on, Shoutarou,” and was back, nipping at his bottom lip, and using the gasp to lick into his mouth, and Shoutarou just--
--gave up.
And then hair slid past his palms, hair just as soft as he knew it would be, but better, because now he had permission to touch, Philip wanted him to touch. So he took control, and Philip, Philip let him, Philip let him, and gasped and opened to him and Shoutarou just stopped thinking, losing himself in the sounds Philip was making, and the press-and-give that was so familiar to them, the give-and-take that they did so well.
Until, finally, he was out of air, and pulled away. He unthreaded his hand from Philip’s hair and took the other one off his hip, wondering vaguely when his hands had started wandering.
“You’re really good at that,” he managed to get out, and Philip breathed out laughter, and he knew it would all work out somehow.
“I’m a researcher. This is the least I can do,” Philip said, eyes dancing. “And this is quite the fascinating topic.”
And Shoutarou had to laugh, and Philip laughed with him, and even though it wasn’t really that funny, they laughed until they had to hold each other up. And then Philip accidentally kicked Shoutarou’s shin, and Shoutarou said, “Oi, Philip!” and Philip said, “Sorry, sorry!” even though they both knew he wasn’t, so Shoutarou got up to chase him, except he couldn’t because Philip was still sitting on his legs.
“Right,” Philip said, and ducked the half-hearted swat Shoutarou aimed at his head. “Now for the next experiment.”
“Hey, wait--” Shoutarou said, but Philip had already swooped back in, and this time, didn’t let up until Shoutarou was panting and glassy-eyed with it.
Philip took a second to observe his partner's face, compared the expression to the book in his head, and smiled. “How compelling...” he murmured, and, ignoring Shoutarou’s weakening protests, went back for more.
Author: Mayhem
Word Count: 905
Author's notes: As much as this is my One True Pairing of Forever, this is also just about the only way I can ever see this happening.
Summary: Philip ends up Looking Up kissing. Shoutarou deals with the fallout. [Philip/Shoutarou]
When Lily kissed Terui on the cheek, Philip's eyes lit up, and Shoutarou knew they were in trouble.
“What was that?” he asked, even as Akiko whooped at Terui’s blush.
Shoutarou groaned, and hid his face in his hat. This was going to get messy, he could tell.
Terui shook off Lily’s arm, and went stalking out of the Agency, looking remarkably like a cat with a trod-on tail. Lily giggled, and followed, calling after him. Akiko crossed her arms and fell onto the couch, pouting. “Mou, who does she think she is!”
“Eh, Akiko, you might want to leave now. Right now,” Shoutarou said, keeping an eye on Philip, who was already in the Planetary Bookshelves.
“Why?” she asked, immediately curious.
Shoutarou jerked his head towards his partner, in the tell-tale pose. “I think he’s looking up kissing. If you don’t want to be practiced on....”
“Right,” she said, hurriedly. “I think Queen and Elizabeth said something about karaoke or something. Maybe we can have a sleepover. Call me when it’s safe!” Bag half-packed, she stopped. “Hey, what about you?”
“I’m not a girl,” Shoutarou said, a little wryly. “And someone has to keep this guy from randomly kissing strange people.”
She nodded, tossed a glance towards Philip, and hurried up.
“Four million, eleven hundred seventeen thousand, six hundred eighty-two results,” Philip announced, opening his eyes and his book.
“Bye!” Akiko called, and was out the door faster than Shoutarou had thought possible. Philip didn’t even notice, turning page after page after page. Shoutarou shoved him through the door and down the steps, so he would at least write on the whiteboards and not the walls. Philip went, moving on autopilot and trusting that Shoutarou wouldn’t let him fall over anything.
Shoutarou sighed, and went to make some coffee.
~@~
It only took him two hours to come tearing out of the basement.
“Shoutarou, this is so interesting--” Philip started, and Shoutarou groaned and attempted to hide under his desk without looking like he was hiding under his desk.
Suddenly, though, he had a lapful of Philip. He automatically locked his knees to hold his partner’s weight, and Philip was right there, wicked smile and wild eyes, and okay, that was so not fair.
“Philip--” he started, because, really, he shouldn’t have to put up with this, because it wasn’t fair to dangle this temptation in front of him. Because Philip wouldn’t mean it the way Shoutarou did. Because Philip was just...curious.
But then there was a hand on the side of his face, and another in his hair, and his hat was falling off, but that wasn’t nearly as important as the warm pressure on his mouth.
And he froze, because, really, what the hell was he supposed to do with that? But Philip tilted his head and moved, and that was cheating, okay, because he was fairly sure Philip had never kissed anyone before, so he shouldn’t be that good at it--
--oh--
And it was hard to remember to let Philip control it, hard to remember to keep his hands down and to only respond, not act, hard to concentrate, because this was Philip, and that made all the difference. His partner, W’s other half, and the only person in the world he could trust unconditionally.
And then Philip pulled back, and Shoutarou couldn’t stop himself from chasing after him just a little, but Philip only took a deep breath and said, “Come on, Shoutarou,” and was back, nipping at his bottom lip, and using the gasp to lick into his mouth, and Shoutarou just--
--gave up.
And then hair slid past his palms, hair just as soft as he knew it would be, but better, because now he had permission to touch, Philip wanted him to touch. So he took control, and Philip, Philip let him, Philip let him, and gasped and opened to him and Shoutarou just stopped thinking, losing himself in the sounds Philip was making, and the press-and-give that was so familiar to them, the give-and-take that they did so well.
Until, finally, he was out of air, and pulled away. He unthreaded his hand from Philip’s hair and took the other one off his hip, wondering vaguely when his hands had started wandering.
“You’re really good at that,” he managed to get out, and Philip breathed out laughter, and he knew it would all work out somehow.
“I’m a researcher. This is the least I can do,” Philip said, eyes dancing. “And this is quite the fascinating topic.”
And Shoutarou had to laugh, and Philip laughed with him, and even though it wasn’t really that funny, they laughed until they had to hold each other up. And then Philip accidentally kicked Shoutarou’s shin, and Shoutarou said, “Oi, Philip!” and Philip said, “Sorry, sorry!” even though they both knew he wasn’t, so Shoutarou got up to chase him, except he couldn’t because Philip was still sitting on his legs.
“Right,” Philip said, and ducked the half-hearted swat Shoutarou aimed at his head. “Now for the next experiment.”
“Hey, wait--” Shoutarou said, but Philip had already swooped back in, and this time, didn’t let up until Shoutarou was panting and glassy-eyed with it.
Philip took a second to observe his partner's face, compared the expression to the book in his head, and smiled. “How compelling...” he murmured, and, ignoring Shoutarou’s weakening protests, went back for more.