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Who: Mizuki, Lucky, Akutsu, Sanada (again o.o)
What: mmm...PG-13?
When: ...Recently? XD;
Why: Lucky's in pain. Mizuki is the alcohol fairy.
You know what’s really good for dulling pain? Alcohol, of course! And Mizuki was here to deliver...after finding (and raiding) Akutsu's stash. Tra la, down the hall he goes to Lucky's room and...*knock knock knock* "Hello~~ Alcohol fairy has a present for you~" Snicker.
Alcohol fairy? That got Lucky out of his let's-just-lay-on-the-bed-without-a-shirt-on daze. "Hajime? Get your ass in here," he said, without getting up. Not moving = not so much pain. Not so much pain = better for him.
Mizuki chuckled quietly and put down a bottle in order to get the door open. He crouched to pick it back up and wandered in, kicking the door shut behind him. A smirk crossed his face upon spotting Lucky sprawled out on the bed before snickering quietly. "Oh, you poor thing. All in pain. Let me help take care of that." The smirk turned into a grin as he put down a few various bottles on the desk, along with a few plastic cups (out of habit).
"Shit, did you steal his ENTIRE stash?" Lucky rolled his head to the side to eye the desk, doing his best not to jostle the two very nice silver hoops that now adorned his nipples. Sure, it probably looked hot, but DAMN it hurt! "You are a freakin' godsend. You know that?"
"Not the entire stash. I couldn't quite juggle the bottle of gin." Nfu. Mizuki moved toward the bed for a second and gazed down, drumming his fingers on his hips for a second. "...They look damn hot, though. It'll be worth it in the end. Should I be worried that Jin seems to be quite the sadist?" Another chuckle before heading back to the bottles. "What would you like first?"
"Yeah, you should fucking worry. He KNOWS I hate pain." It hurt him. Lucky made a face, then chuckled. "Thanks. I'll take that for what it's worth. Genichirou seems to like 'em too...vodka, man. At least I know Jin gets the good shit." Lucky couldn't stand cheap vodka. It gave him headaches.
"Vodka it is." Mizuki poured Lucky a glass before pouring himself some of the rum and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, handing over the vodka before taking a drink of his own. "Though I guess we're a good match, what with me being a masochist and all." Nfu.
One two three down the damn hatch! Lucky shot his vodka back like it was nothing. He was way too used to this to not do so. Whump. Shot go buhbye. "Yeah, one sadist plus one masochist equals pain and fun for everyone," he drawled in amusement. "You two will get along juuuuuuuuuuuust fine."
"Mm. And how are you and Sanada doing, hmm?" Mizuki's eyes flitted around the room, and his lips twitched slightly. "Seems to me you two are doing quite well." And, really, Mizuki thought it was one of the cutest damn things he'd ever seen, though he wasn't about to go and say that out loud.
"Ohhhhhhhhh yeah. Just fine, man." Lucky lolled his head to the side, grinning mischievously. "Just fine, babe." And he could tell scads of stories but he was nice and he wasn't going to. See? Halo! *Beam*
Yuh huh. He also sees the horns holding that halo up, you know. Mizuki snickered quietly and grinned, taking another drink. "Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that. How's life on your team, then?" Snicker.
"I think Kajimoto-san thinks we're both on crack," Lucky drawled, raking a hand through his hair. "I get -beat on-, man. He pushes me harder than ANYONE! Lemme tell you, those after-practice practices are NOT some romantic excuse." Weights, running, torture implements, the whole nine yards. "But he's an angel after that."
"An angel? Not a word I would have associated with him, but if you say so..." Grins. Mizuki finished off his first drink before rising and heading back to the desk. "What's your next poison, mm?" He was still doing pretty damn good. ...His alcohol tolerance had built lately.
Being around Jin would do that to a person. Lucky held his glass out for a refill. "Bust out the rum," he voted. "And yeah. He's great and if I go on I'm gonna sound like the biggest stupidest sap alive, and you really do NOT want to hear me like that, now, do you?"
Snicker. "Only if I had a tape recorder on me. Which I don't. Unfortunately." Mizuki gave a bit of a put-on sigh before pouring two more glasses and taking another seat, scooting back to recline against the wall. There. That's better. And...ah, there's your rum. "So. What made you agree to the torture session?" He gestured toward the other's chest.
Ooooooo, drinky. Let's slam THAT one too. Slam. Gulp. "Damn, I love Meyers'," Lucky sighed, putting the glass aside. "I didn't fucking agree to it. Jin ambushed me, dragged me off, and HELD ME DOWN. And then he made me get two instead of one so it was 'balanced'." And that was SO not comfy, and if you asked he'd tell you rather loudly. And with vigor. "Fuck that. I'm never laying bets with him again."
Laugh! We laugh at you and your discomfort! Ahem. "No. Betting with him probably isn't the brightest of ideas." Mizuki slumped a little against the wall, smiling slightly as he finished his drink. Hey may be able to hold his liquor a little better, but drinking it straight (and fast) like this was another story altogether.
Lucky eyed Mizuki for a moment, then chuckled. "You," he said, waggling a finger, "are getting very drunk very quickly." Not that he wasn't feeling a comfortable little buzz off two fast shots. Mizuki wasn't exactly as good as he was about keeping his coherency though.
"Pot. Kettle. Blue...er...black. Right. Black. Shut up." Mizuki chuckled after that anyway and turned his head to the side to gaze at Lucky. "They really did look nice. Y'know...when I got mine...there was a ring that had the kanji for lucky on it..."
"Heh. You woulda looked so damn cute with a little ring with my name on it through your bellybutton." Lucky found that ridiculously funny, yes he did. And maybe he was just slightly buzzed. Just a bit. "Can't wear anything major with these, it'll totally show through clothes if I do and the admins would kick my ass."
"Hah. They can't tell you what to do with your body. And it's not like you're gonna go around flashing everybody your piercings. ...You're...not gonna go around flashing everybody your piercings...are you?" Blink blink. Not that that wouldn't be fun to watch but...yeah.
"Are you insane?" Lucky chortled, raking a hand through his hair. "Nah. Though you won't catch me with a shirt on for the next few days if I can avoid it." Translation: the redhead has been holed up in his room when it isn't required that he be outside. "Why, you want me to run around shirtless flaunting them?"
Another chuckle. "Hey, shirtless is good. But I don't think it'd agree with your record, you know." Mizuki closed his eyes and mm'ed quietly. Yes. Shirtless was good. ...It's getting a little warm in here. ...Where's Jin when he needed him, anyway?
Now THAT was a good question. And really, jumping Lucky might not be the world's greatest idea for several reasons. "Hey, you never know. It might increase my alluuuuuuuuuuure." He drawled the word out, which was a fairly good indicator of the fact that he was buzz-y. Normally he wasn't QUITE this much of a goof.
Yeah. Those reasons being Sanada and Akutsu. Those are scary reasons. "You don't neeeeeeeeeeeeed your allure increased, Kiyo-chan. Who would you try to be alluring for, anyway? You have your someone. Speaking of...I need my someone. 'M hot..." Flailspinaroundonthebedlandonthestomach. "Real hot." Pout.
Whoa, now, don't jostle the chest! Lucky was just wildly amused by this. Oh dear god. "So call him, dumbass," he drawled, ruffling Mizuki's hair idly, and totally forgetting that might be a bad idea. "I don't need my allure increased? You're so damn sweet to me."
Mmmmmmmhairpetting. Mizuki moaned/purred slightly and turned his head toward the touch, a happy little grin on his face. That was niiiiice. "No. Y'don't. And yes. I am. Wouldn't have come down here to get you...y'know...drunk if I weren't. 'N...I'unno where he's at. Wasn't in th' room. Probably out smokin'..."
And right about then Lucky realized that petting Mizuki's hair was a BAD idea. Crap. Um. Let's just untangle our fingers here right now. "I'm gonna call him," he said, reaching for his phone and managing to find it on the second try. Go him. #3 on speed dial. 'Talk'. Ring ring ring.
Akutsu was outside finishing off a cigarette when his phone rang, he glanced down at the name and rolled his eyes, "What?" He flicked away the cigarette butt and started heading back inside. If the redhead was calling to bitch about the pain again he was going to give him something to really whine about.
"You need to get your ass up here like right now." Lucky was easing himself off the bed as he spoke, and hissed loudly as an injudicious movement jostled his chest. "Like, NOW now. Ow. Now." And no, he didn't just want to bitch about the pain again.
Lucky yanked the door open as soon as Akutsu banged on it, revealing himself (pants, no shirt, but then again he'd been ripping the damn things off the moment he was able because of the stupid rings) and what looked like an...increasingly drunk Mizuki. "Got a present for you," he drawled, pointing at the bed.
As soon as Lucky had climbed off the bed, Mizuki proceeded to shift himself into a more comfortable position on the bed; on his stomach, rather sprawled, and nuzzling against the pillow. He had mourned the lack of hand in his hair, naturally, and was now in near full-on pout mode.
Akutsu assessed the situation, eyebrow raising. "I have a feeling that you are smashed on my alcohol stash...." he said, knowing that Mizuki knew where he kept the mess considering he lived with him. Mizuki made such a pretty drunk. He walked in, resisting the urge to poke Sengoku in the chest and sat down on the edge of the bed, eyeing his room mate and shaking his head. "So, how many has he had?"
"He brought it over." Lucky closed the door and found a chair, dropping into it and hissing as it jarred his chest. Ow. "Two and they weren't dinky and you KNOW he doesn't do straight booze that well," he replied, sounding thoroughly amused. "He was being nice and wanted to make sure I wasn't hurting so much." And now we have a pretty drunk uke.
Yes, yes. Pretty drunk boy, at your service. Mizuki slipped an eye open as the weight on the bed shifted and grinned when he spotted Akutsu. Yay! Okay...let's see here...Mizuki began shifting, now, until he was able to plop his head in Akutsu's lap, grinning up at him. "Why, hello, Jin..."
Akutsu was vaguely amused at the fact that the boy could get this drunk on two shots...then agian Lucky and himself had a lot of practice retaining alcohol. That's what they got for hanging around each other too much. Drunk. He reached down to stroke his fingers through Mizuki's hair, forgetting about that particular turn on briefly and glanced up at Sengoku. "Where the fuck is Sanada? I doubt he'd be too thrilled about the drinking...he seems like one of those clean cut people."
"At the gym," Lucky answered with a roll of his shoulders, flinching as the pain made itself known again. Ow. "I've been living in a fucking painkiller haze for the past few days anyway...ohhhhh, bad idea, Jin." He eyed the fingers running through Mizuki's hair. "If you keep that up you're gonna want to get him back to your room stat."
Mmm...oh, that's very nice. Very...nice. Yes. Mizuki lifted his head up toward the touch before turning his head to the side and burying his face against Akutsu's stomach and proceeding to purr. A lot. And loudly.
"Holy shit, you are still in that much pain...you are like the biggest pussy on the face of this planet...." he trailed off as his stomach was purred into, shivering before blinking down at Mizuki. Well this was just the wrong place to be doing that. He untangled his fingers, running the hand over Mizuki's shoulder instead, trying to figure out the best way of hauling the smaller boy out of the room.
"It's getting better, Christ, but practice is a bitch and those damn dress shirts are murder." Lucky glared...then snickered. "Told you so. Just throw him over your shoulder and cart him the hell out." It was as good a suggestion as any, and had the added benefit of being one hell of a hot mental image. "You want I should pack up the stash, man?"
Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! You people...you're nothing but a lot of god damn teases. Start petting him and then stop like that. How rude. A pout crossed Mizuki's face again and he lifted a hand to begin tugging at Akutsu's shirt, demanding attention.
"Yeah I'm going to need it, I think," he looked down at the tugging and shifted to stand, leaning to pick up Mizuki. The black haired boy was such a light weight. "Next time you guys decide to get smashed invite me, okay?"
"I got no complaints and really, I think you're gonna be a required fixture." Lucky packed up the stuff Mizuki had brought over, stowing it neatly in a bag so nobody got a good look at it. "Okay. You ready?"
Lifted! Wee! Mm...nice warm chest...Mizuki proceeded to absently pet Akutsu's chest as he nuzzled against it. Yes. Very nice warm chest. He likes this chest. A lot. "Mm...headin' back to bed, are we~?"
As long as Mizuki didn't tug on that barbell they'd be fine. He took the bag from Sengoku, one arm enough to hold Mizuki up and he sighed. "Yeah back to fucking bed. Gonna have to fucking wash the sheets again....shit...I hate doing laundry."
Oh, don't give the purple one any ideas...heh. "Suggestion. Fucking get WHITE sheets," Lucky opined sweetly, chancing a glance out the window. Damnit, where was his boyfriend? He was lonely now. "Have fun and don't drop that bag when he does something evil to you." He'll be good and stay vague so Mizuki doesn't get any wild ideas.
Hmph! "See? He thinks you...we...should change from the black sheets, too. But will you listen to me? Oh, no, of course not." No, he doesn't sound like a bitchy girlfriend. ...STFU! "Maybe you'll listen to him if not to me, hmm?" He tried to shift up and lick at Akutsu's neck, but only got far enough to toy with the bit of skin visible around the neck of his shirt.
Oh that was way to fucking close to his collarbone. He made one of those faces like Mizuki was definitely taxing his control, "Fucking Christ, okay. We'll get some white sheets...fucking hate white..." he bitched for a moment before making sure that bag was secure and headed over to the door cracking it open. "No fucking fair to team up two ukes against a seme..." he gave Sen one of those utterly shit-eating grins.
"You motherfucking rat-bastard." Lucky GLARED at Akutsu, looking fit to kill. Mizuki was the one with the great big neon flashing 'UKE" sign over his head, not Lucky. Glower. "I'm going to make you wish you'd never fucking said that, you rat-fucking-bastard. Get your pretty little uke outta here before I mess you up." And yes, there was something wildly funny about Lucky threatening Akutsu with anything.
"Maybe not white. What about a nice, light lavender...close to white, but with a little hint of color..." Yes, he was now more or less muttering to himself as he decided on how to redecorate the room...and still molesting Akutsu's chest. Well, where he could reach, anyway. Needless to say, he wasn't paying attention to the conversation going on around him.
"No fucking purple sheets..." he caught that part and muttered before giving Sengoku one last smile and went to turn to leave almost running right into The Emperor himself. Sanada raised an eyebrow because he had heard the swearing all the way down the hall...and now there was a very obviously drunk Mizuki in a very exasperated looking Akutsu's arms. Interesting. Sanada gave Lucky one of those, 'we'll talk about this in a few moments' looks. "My cue to leave," Akutsu said, smirking at Lucky before slipping past Sanada and heading down the hall before Mizuki decided to drive him anymore insane then he was already going.
Oh, greeeeeeeat. "Shut the fuck up," Lucky growled after Akutsu and Mizuki before looking up at his boyfriend. Um...why did he get the feeling that he was in a lot of trouble? He hadn't even done anything! "Was wondering where you were, babe," he said, flinching as he moved funny. Ow. Damn metal going through spots it shouldn't be going through. Ow. And there was his boyfriend glaring.
Hah! They'll see about that. "What about a light blue...Oh, hello Sanada-san...good bye, Sanada-san. We should chat again some---okay, leaving now. Farewell!" Mizuki fell silent as he went back to focusing as well as he could on chest molestage.
Akutsu was going to lose that battle for the sheets eventually but no way was he sleeping on fucking purple. It would mess up that whole black theme he had going. Sighing he looked at their door and willed it to open, failing miserably before he was forced to put the bag down and unlock it, going in and tossing Miz on the bed before grabbing the bag and shutting the door.
Sanada slid into the room and raised an eyebrow as he shut the door. "Do I want to know?"
"Eh, I bitched in my journal about being in pain and Hajime took it on himself to make me in less pain." Now that he thought about it, Lucky was snickering. "The problem there is that Hajime holds booze about as well as a sieve holds water. Soon as I realized he'd gotten his butt smashed off two shots, I got Jin up here to get him back to the room. I know what he's like when he's drunk, and that wasn't something I was going to deal with." Simple as that. Kinda.
Wee! Tossed! Mizuki bounced on the bed slightly and proceeded to roll onto his stomach before hoisting himself onto his hands and knees in order to crawl further up the bed. Well, he hadn't exactly landed in the most comfortable position in the world. And...flop. There! "Ji~in..." He wants attention~.
Sanada eyed Sengoku for a long moment before he shook his head and tossed his gym bag in the corner. "I guess that's one way to numb the pain..." He turned back to his lover after he put his things away. "I need to grab a shower." He said that in a suggestive manner...or at least Lucky would make it one if Sanada himself hadn't meant it to be.
Akutsu shook his head, putting the bag back in his closet. "I'm coming..." he said, kicking his boots off and putting his cigarettes on the window sill before climbing into bed with his roommate, pressing a kiss to his neck.
"Why would you need to 'grab a shower'? Can't you just get into the shower and take one without grabbing it?" Okay, so Lucky was feeling like being a total punk-ass bastard. He rooted around for a bit, finding a towel. "Sounds like a plan." Yes, he just invited himself along, isn't that sweet of him? Beam.
(smut will come in two seperate logs XD)
What: mmm...PG-13?
When: ...Recently? XD;
Why: Lucky's in pain. Mizuki is the alcohol fairy.
You know what’s really good for dulling pain? Alcohol, of course! And Mizuki was here to deliver...after finding (and raiding) Akutsu's stash. Tra la, down the hall he goes to Lucky's room and...*knock knock knock* "Hello~~ Alcohol fairy has a present for you~" Snicker.
Alcohol fairy? That got Lucky out of his let's-just-lay-on-the-bed-without-a-shirt-on daze. "Hajime? Get your ass in here," he said, without getting up. Not moving = not so much pain. Not so much pain = better for him.
Mizuki chuckled quietly and put down a bottle in order to get the door open. He crouched to pick it back up and wandered in, kicking the door shut behind him. A smirk crossed his face upon spotting Lucky sprawled out on the bed before snickering quietly. "Oh, you poor thing. All in pain. Let me help take care of that." The smirk turned into a grin as he put down a few various bottles on the desk, along with a few plastic cups (out of habit).
"Shit, did you steal his ENTIRE stash?" Lucky rolled his head to the side to eye the desk, doing his best not to jostle the two very nice silver hoops that now adorned his nipples. Sure, it probably looked hot, but DAMN it hurt! "You are a freakin' godsend. You know that?"
"Not the entire stash. I couldn't quite juggle the bottle of gin." Nfu. Mizuki moved toward the bed for a second and gazed down, drumming his fingers on his hips for a second. "...They look damn hot, though. It'll be worth it in the end. Should I be worried that Jin seems to be quite the sadist?" Another chuckle before heading back to the bottles. "What would you like first?"
"Yeah, you should fucking worry. He KNOWS I hate pain." It hurt him. Lucky made a face, then chuckled. "Thanks. I'll take that for what it's worth. Genichirou seems to like 'em too...vodka, man. At least I know Jin gets the good shit." Lucky couldn't stand cheap vodka. It gave him headaches.
"Vodka it is." Mizuki poured Lucky a glass before pouring himself some of the rum and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, handing over the vodka before taking a drink of his own. "Though I guess we're a good match, what with me being a masochist and all." Nfu.
One two three down the damn hatch! Lucky shot his vodka back like it was nothing. He was way too used to this to not do so. Whump. Shot go buhbye. "Yeah, one sadist plus one masochist equals pain and fun for everyone," he drawled in amusement. "You two will get along juuuuuuuuuuuust fine."
"Mm. And how are you and Sanada doing, hmm?" Mizuki's eyes flitted around the room, and his lips twitched slightly. "Seems to me you two are doing quite well." And, really, Mizuki thought it was one of the cutest damn things he'd ever seen, though he wasn't about to go and say that out loud.
"Ohhhhhhhhh yeah. Just fine, man." Lucky lolled his head to the side, grinning mischievously. "Just fine, babe." And he could tell scads of stories but he was nice and he wasn't going to. See? Halo! *Beam*
Yuh huh. He also sees the horns holding that halo up, you know. Mizuki snickered quietly and grinned, taking another drink. "Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that. How's life on your team, then?" Snicker.
"I think Kajimoto-san thinks we're both on crack," Lucky drawled, raking a hand through his hair. "I get -beat on-, man. He pushes me harder than ANYONE! Lemme tell you, those after-practice practices are NOT some romantic excuse." Weights, running, torture implements, the whole nine yards. "But he's an angel after that."
"An angel? Not a word I would have associated with him, but if you say so..." Grins. Mizuki finished off his first drink before rising and heading back to the desk. "What's your next poison, mm?" He was still doing pretty damn good. ...His alcohol tolerance had built lately.
Being around Jin would do that to a person. Lucky held his glass out for a refill. "Bust out the rum," he voted. "And yeah. He's great and if I go on I'm gonna sound like the biggest stupidest sap alive, and you really do NOT want to hear me like that, now, do you?"
Snicker. "Only if I had a tape recorder on me. Which I don't. Unfortunately." Mizuki gave a bit of a put-on sigh before pouring two more glasses and taking another seat, scooting back to recline against the wall. There. That's better. And...ah, there's your rum. "So. What made you agree to the torture session?" He gestured toward the other's chest.
Ooooooo, drinky. Let's slam THAT one too. Slam. Gulp. "Damn, I love Meyers'," Lucky sighed, putting the glass aside. "I didn't fucking agree to it. Jin ambushed me, dragged me off, and HELD ME DOWN. And then he made me get two instead of one so it was 'balanced'." And that was SO not comfy, and if you asked he'd tell you rather loudly. And with vigor. "Fuck that. I'm never laying bets with him again."
Laugh! We laugh at you and your discomfort! Ahem. "No. Betting with him probably isn't the brightest of ideas." Mizuki slumped a little against the wall, smiling slightly as he finished his drink. Hey may be able to hold his liquor a little better, but drinking it straight (and fast) like this was another story altogether.
Lucky eyed Mizuki for a moment, then chuckled. "You," he said, waggling a finger, "are getting very drunk very quickly." Not that he wasn't feeling a comfortable little buzz off two fast shots. Mizuki wasn't exactly as good as he was about keeping his coherency though.
"Pot. Kettle. Blue...er...black. Right. Black. Shut up." Mizuki chuckled after that anyway and turned his head to the side to gaze at Lucky. "They really did look nice. Y'know...when I got mine...there was a ring that had the kanji for lucky on it..."
"Heh. You woulda looked so damn cute with a little ring with my name on it through your bellybutton." Lucky found that ridiculously funny, yes he did. And maybe he was just slightly buzzed. Just a bit. "Can't wear anything major with these, it'll totally show through clothes if I do and the admins would kick my ass."
"Hah. They can't tell you what to do with your body. And it's not like you're gonna go around flashing everybody your piercings. ...You're...not gonna go around flashing everybody your piercings...are you?" Blink blink. Not that that wouldn't be fun to watch but...yeah.
"Are you insane?" Lucky chortled, raking a hand through his hair. "Nah. Though you won't catch me with a shirt on for the next few days if I can avoid it." Translation: the redhead has been holed up in his room when it isn't required that he be outside. "Why, you want me to run around shirtless flaunting them?"
Another chuckle. "Hey, shirtless is good. But I don't think it'd agree with your record, you know." Mizuki closed his eyes and mm'ed quietly. Yes. Shirtless was good. ...It's getting a little warm in here. ...Where's Jin when he needed him, anyway?
Now THAT was a good question. And really, jumping Lucky might not be the world's greatest idea for several reasons. "Hey, you never know. It might increase my alluuuuuuuuuuure." He drawled the word out, which was a fairly good indicator of the fact that he was buzz-y. Normally he wasn't QUITE this much of a goof.
Yeah. Those reasons being Sanada and Akutsu. Those are scary reasons. "You don't neeeeeeeeeeeeed your allure increased, Kiyo-chan. Who would you try to be alluring for, anyway? You have your someone. Speaking of...I need my someone. 'M hot..." Flailspinaroundonthebedlandonthestomach. "Real hot." Pout.
Whoa, now, don't jostle the chest! Lucky was just wildly amused by this. Oh dear god. "So call him, dumbass," he drawled, ruffling Mizuki's hair idly, and totally forgetting that might be a bad idea. "I don't need my allure increased? You're so damn sweet to me."
Mmmmmmmhairpetting. Mizuki moaned/purred slightly and turned his head toward the touch, a happy little grin on his face. That was niiiiice. "No. Y'don't. And yes. I am. Wouldn't have come down here to get you...y'know...drunk if I weren't. 'N...I'unno where he's at. Wasn't in th' room. Probably out smokin'..."
And right about then Lucky realized that petting Mizuki's hair was a BAD idea. Crap. Um. Let's just untangle our fingers here right now. "I'm gonna call him," he said, reaching for his phone and managing to find it on the second try. Go him. #3 on speed dial. 'Talk'. Ring ring ring.
Akutsu was outside finishing off a cigarette when his phone rang, he glanced down at the name and rolled his eyes, "What?" He flicked away the cigarette butt and started heading back inside. If the redhead was calling to bitch about the pain again he was going to give him something to really whine about.
"You need to get your ass up here like right now." Lucky was easing himself off the bed as he spoke, and hissed loudly as an injudicious movement jostled his chest. "Like, NOW now. Ow. Now." And no, he didn't just want to bitch about the pain again.
Lucky yanked the door open as soon as Akutsu banged on it, revealing himself (pants, no shirt, but then again he'd been ripping the damn things off the moment he was able because of the stupid rings) and what looked like an...increasingly drunk Mizuki. "Got a present for you," he drawled, pointing at the bed.
As soon as Lucky had climbed off the bed, Mizuki proceeded to shift himself into a more comfortable position on the bed; on his stomach, rather sprawled, and nuzzling against the pillow. He had mourned the lack of hand in his hair, naturally, and was now in near full-on pout mode.
Akutsu assessed the situation, eyebrow raising. "I have a feeling that you are smashed on my alcohol stash...." he said, knowing that Mizuki knew where he kept the mess considering he lived with him. Mizuki made such a pretty drunk. He walked in, resisting the urge to poke Sengoku in the chest and sat down on the edge of the bed, eyeing his room mate and shaking his head. "So, how many has he had?"
"He brought it over." Lucky closed the door and found a chair, dropping into it and hissing as it jarred his chest. Ow. "Two and they weren't dinky and you KNOW he doesn't do straight booze that well," he replied, sounding thoroughly amused. "He was being nice and wanted to make sure I wasn't hurting so much." And now we have a pretty drunk uke.
Yes, yes. Pretty drunk boy, at your service. Mizuki slipped an eye open as the weight on the bed shifted and grinned when he spotted Akutsu. Yay! Okay...let's see here...Mizuki began shifting, now, until he was able to plop his head in Akutsu's lap, grinning up at him. "Why, hello, Jin..."
Akutsu was vaguely amused at the fact that the boy could get this drunk on two shots...then agian Lucky and himself had a lot of practice retaining alcohol. That's what they got for hanging around each other too much. Drunk. He reached down to stroke his fingers through Mizuki's hair, forgetting about that particular turn on briefly and glanced up at Sengoku. "Where the fuck is Sanada? I doubt he'd be too thrilled about the drinking...he seems like one of those clean cut people."
"At the gym," Lucky answered with a roll of his shoulders, flinching as the pain made itself known again. Ow. "I've been living in a fucking painkiller haze for the past few days anyway...ohhhhh, bad idea, Jin." He eyed the fingers running through Mizuki's hair. "If you keep that up you're gonna want to get him back to your room stat."
Mmm...oh, that's very nice. Very...nice. Yes. Mizuki lifted his head up toward the touch before turning his head to the side and burying his face against Akutsu's stomach and proceeding to purr. A lot. And loudly.
"Holy shit, you are still in that much pain...you are like the biggest pussy on the face of this planet...." he trailed off as his stomach was purred into, shivering before blinking down at Mizuki. Well this was just the wrong place to be doing that. He untangled his fingers, running the hand over Mizuki's shoulder instead, trying to figure out the best way of hauling the smaller boy out of the room.
"It's getting better, Christ, but practice is a bitch and those damn dress shirts are murder." Lucky glared...then snickered. "Told you so. Just throw him over your shoulder and cart him the hell out." It was as good a suggestion as any, and had the added benefit of being one hell of a hot mental image. "You want I should pack up the stash, man?"
Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! You people...you're nothing but a lot of god damn teases. Start petting him and then stop like that. How rude. A pout crossed Mizuki's face again and he lifted a hand to begin tugging at Akutsu's shirt, demanding attention.
"Yeah I'm going to need it, I think," he looked down at the tugging and shifted to stand, leaning to pick up Mizuki. The black haired boy was such a light weight. "Next time you guys decide to get smashed invite me, okay?"
"I got no complaints and really, I think you're gonna be a required fixture." Lucky packed up the stuff Mizuki had brought over, stowing it neatly in a bag so nobody got a good look at it. "Okay. You ready?"
Lifted! Wee! Mm...nice warm chest...Mizuki proceeded to absently pet Akutsu's chest as he nuzzled against it. Yes. Very nice warm chest. He likes this chest. A lot. "Mm...headin' back to bed, are we~?"
As long as Mizuki didn't tug on that barbell they'd be fine. He took the bag from Sengoku, one arm enough to hold Mizuki up and he sighed. "Yeah back to fucking bed. Gonna have to fucking wash the sheets again....shit...I hate doing laundry."
Oh, don't give the purple one any ideas...heh. "Suggestion. Fucking get WHITE sheets," Lucky opined sweetly, chancing a glance out the window. Damnit, where was his boyfriend? He was lonely now. "Have fun and don't drop that bag when he does something evil to you." He'll be good and stay vague so Mizuki doesn't get any wild ideas.
Hmph! "See? He thinks you...we...should change from the black sheets, too. But will you listen to me? Oh, no, of course not." No, he doesn't sound like a bitchy girlfriend. ...STFU! "Maybe you'll listen to him if not to me, hmm?" He tried to shift up and lick at Akutsu's neck, but only got far enough to toy with the bit of skin visible around the neck of his shirt.
Oh that was way to fucking close to his collarbone. He made one of those faces like Mizuki was definitely taxing his control, "Fucking Christ, okay. We'll get some white sheets...fucking hate white..." he bitched for a moment before making sure that bag was secure and headed over to the door cracking it open. "No fucking fair to team up two ukes against a seme..." he gave Sen one of those utterly shit-eating grins.
"You motherfucking rat-bastard." Lucky GLARED at Akutsu, looking fit to kill. Mizuki was the one with the great big neon flashing 'UKE" sign over his head, not Lucky. Glower. "I'm going to make you wish you'd never fucking said that, you rat-fucking-bastard. Get your pretty little uke outta here before I mess you up." And yes, there was something wildly funny about Lucky threatening Akutsu with anything.
"Maybe not white. What about a nice, light lavender...close to white, but with a little hint of color..." Yes, he was now more or less muttering to himself as he decided on how to redecorate the room...and still molesting Akutsu's chest. Well, where he could reach, anyway. Needless to say, he wasn't paying attention to the conversation going on around him.
"No fucking purple sheets..." he caught that part and muttered before giving Sengoku one last smile and went to turn to leave almost running right into The Emperor himself. Sanada raised an eyebrow because he had heard the swearing all the way down the hall...and now there was a very obviously drunk Mizuki in a very exasperated looking Akutsu's arms. Interesting. Sanada gave Lucky one of those, 'we'll talk about this in a few moments' looks. "My cue to leave," Akutsu said, smirking at Lucky before slipping past Sanada and heading down the hall before Mizuki decided to drive him anymore insane then he was already going.
Oh, greeeeeeeat. "Shut the fuck up," Lucky growled after Akutsu and Mizuki before looking up at his boyfriend. Um...why did he get the feeling that he was in a lot of trouble? He hadn't even done anything! "Was wondering where you were, babe," he said, flinching as he moved funny. Ow. Damn metal going through spots it shouldn't be going through. Ow. And there was his boyfriend glaring.
Hah! They'll see about that. "What about a light blue...Oh, hello Sanada-san...good bye, Sanada-san. We should chat again some---okay, leaving now. Farewell!" Mizuki fell silent as he went back to focusing as well as he could on chest molestage.
Akutsu was going to lose that battle for the sheets eventually but no way was he sleeping on fucking purple. It would mess up that whole black theme he had going. Sighing he looked at their door and willed it to open, failing miserably before he was forced to put the bag down and unlock it, going in and tossing Miz on the bed before grabbing the bag and shutting the door.
Sanada slid into the room and raised an eyebrow as he shut the door. "Do I want to know?"
"Eh, I bitched in my journal about being in pain and Hajime took it on himself to make me in less pain." Now that he thought about it, Lucky was snickering. "The problem there is that Hajime holds booze about as well as a sieve holds water. Soon as I realized he'd gotten his butt smashed off two shots, I got Jin up here to get him back to the room. I know what he's like when he's drunk, and that wasn't something I was going to deal with." Simple as that. Kinda.
Wee! Tossed! Mizuki bounced on the bed slightly and proceeded to roll onto his stomach before hoisting himself onto his hands and knees in order to crawl further up the bed. Well, he hadn't exactly landed in the most comfortable position in the world. And...flop. There! "Ji~in..." He wants attention~.
Sanada eyed Sengoku for a long moment before he shook his head and tossed his gym bag in the corner. "I guess that's one way to numb the pain..." He turned back to his lover after he put his things away. "I need to grab a shower." He said that in a suggestive manner...or at least Lucky would make it one if Sanada himself hadn't meant it to be.
Akutsu shook his head, putting the bag back in his closet. "I'm coming..." he said, kicking his boots off and putting his cigarettes on the window sill before climbing into bed with his roommate, pressing a kiss to his neck.
"Why would you need to 'grab a shower'? Can't you just get into the shower and take one without grabbing it?" Okay, so Lucky was feeling like being a total punk-ass bastard. He rooted around for a bit, finding a towel. "Sounds like a plan." Yes, he just invited himself along, isn't that sweet of him? Beam.
(smut will come in two seperate logs XD)