RP Log: Zaizen & Kenya
Who: Zaizen & Kenya
Where: Their dorm, Dawn, 402
When: April 23rd
What: Kenya needs to talk to Zaizen.
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Comments: None.
Oshitari Kenya thought the world had gone crazy. At least, maybe Shinji had. He stared at his laptop and seriously considered never touching livejournal again, because the inconspicuous far too innocent looking online journal was the cause of most of the chaos in his life. The fact that he was even then constantly refreshing a locked post to his roommate, hoping for a reply to his last comment proved just how evil a thing the journals were.
He was tired, Kenya thought after clicking the refresh icon on his browser again. His temples were starting to ache from the lack of sleep and his eyes had long since become weary. If it weren't for the fact that he had classes soon, he would probably crawl into bed and hope to God he fell asleep and didn't dream a damn thing. He especially didn't want to dream about Shinji or the roommate he had just told he couldn't just easily start talking to him.
Fuck, he hoped Zaizen didn't ask why. Sure, he could tell the brunette that he didn't give off a vibe that screamed he welcomed his company or his conversation, which was the truth. But it wasn't the real reason why Kenya found it hard to approach the guy that had starred in the last few nights' worth of wet dreams that ranged from tamed to being outlandishly wild, considering the threesomes that had transpired in the last one.
Yeah, you just did not look a guy in the face so easily after you dreamt about him giving you head while you gave him head, especially not when you also dreamed about that very same guy getting fucked while he was sucking your dick. So what made him think he could talk to Zaizen now without dying of mortification each time his mouth moved and he remembered how the dream Zaizen's mouth had felt on his cock? He didn't know, because sure as hell he was going to clam up and have to force the words out, but, fuck, if he didn't ask someone then he'd never know.
Okay, so he could go inquire of a total stranger or even Saeki but the mention of the only vampire Kenya felt connected to on some level had set Zaizen off and had him stating they could just leave him out of this, even thought his roommate had no idea what the this was yet.
Zaizen had been busy bouncing between his laptop to check emails and replies to comments made in journals and messengers and the bathroom where he was doing his hair. It didn’t really occur to him that his roommate was sitting on his bed, pecking at the keyboard waiting for a reply to a comment he made. It seemed like a good place to end their odd online conversation that wasn’t even needed except to mention a real conversation that Kenya didn’t seem keen on having. The man didn’t even look at him in all the wandering around he did with careful glances to the blonde so why would they talk?
It wasn’t until the hair was finished and the shirt was slipped on and starting to be buttoned up in the middle of the room where he stood that Zaizen decided this was ridiculous and something had to be done. “Would you just spit it out already? I’d rather hear what you have to say than live with you moping forever.” Possibly not the most tactful and polite way of saying something but it said what needed saying all the same.
"I am not moping!" Kenya snapped, shifting around on his bed to shoot a glare at his roommate. He immediately wished he hadn't as he was given a firsthand view of naked skin that had yet to be hidden out of sight with the buttoning of shirt.
Blushing furiously, he scrambled to avert his gaze. Damn it! He was right. He really couldn't look at his roommate without remembering, especially when his gaze alighted on a bare chest Kenya distinctly remembered licking in his dreams.
"I'll start talking when you're done." He muttered settling down in his new position Indian style. He stuffed his hands in the nook left open between the crisscrossing limbs to keep from nervously raking them through his hair while he waited.
What the hell was Kenya’s problem? “I’m talented, you know, and can multi-task in the skills of dressing and listening,” but whatever. If the guy didn’t want to disturb him, then he’d continue buttoning the shirt in silence. When the brief task was done, Zaizen left the shirt untucked and didn’t bother with the tie just yet either but instead flopped back down on his bed. He even went so far as to avoid the computer that often called to him just to prove he was ready to listen.
“Well?” He had no idea what was about to be said but it had better be damn good considering all the dramatics Kenya had been going through to bring them to that point.
"I think I hurt Shinji last night," he admitted finally. Getting his mouth to move and his tongue to form words after the abruptness of Zaizen's one word demand was hard, especially when the demand practically screamed his roommate would rather be doing anything else but waiting on him to partake in a stupid conversation he was probably going to either blatantly laugh in his face over or snicker his ass off in secret.
"Well, I know I hurt him when I punched him, but that was just because he called me a chicken. It's the other that…" Fuck, was he a huge neon light of brilliant red yet?
"Aww, fuck! Okay!" This was ridiculous! Why the hell couldn't he just spit it out? Kenya lifted his head seeking out the forest green gaze of his roommate across the room, told himself just to get it over with, and then blushed clear down to his toe when he finally rushed headlong into the insanity that had been tumbling around in his head all night.
"I know you have a boyfriend and that maybe this borders on being something I ought not be asking you to do because someone could think of it as you skimming the lines of cheating, but would you touch me?" he asked despite his voice cracking toward the end.
"It ain't got to be a real, I don't know-intimate touch, just some kind of touch that ain't just an innocent sort of touch, if that makes sense at all, which it probably doesn't." Note to self: next time, dig a hole to hide in before you open your big mouth, Kenya! That hole would definitely come in handy when he set off to rambling like he was now, that was for sure.
“Is that seriously all you wanted to talk... what?” Zaizen had no problems comprehending the whining about hurting Shinji but Kenya had to go and continue talking. That was where the blonde lost him and earned himself the rare sight of a confused Zaizen trying to absorb the request. Maybe he hadn’t heard correctly and he hadn’t just been asked to touch another man that wasn’t his boyfriend and didn’t particularly care for men? Slowly, the conversation was replayed in his mind and no, he just couldn’t think of anything else that could have been said in the place of all that touching.
“You want me to touch you? Even though you don’t like men and I have a boyfriend?” Why wasn’t this making sense? Of course, Kenya didn’t make sense and he hardly ever did but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was finding out the reasoning behind all of this and the lines that seemed to need crossing. Zaizen also needed to decide if this whole thing needed to be told to Bane and depending on how it went, maybe he’d tell him as a funny subject as they curled up together in bed. Then again, the vampire likely wouldn’t find any of it funny.
Pushing off of his bed, Zaizen came to stand before Kenya, still cautiously eyeing the man and waiting for the punch line of this joke. It was likely some trick Kenya was playing to see if his roommate was a pervert or really into him.
"I told him I don't know what I like!" Kenya cried out, once more humiliated by having to admit to being completely inexperienced. "And I told you I should probably ask Sae instead of you, because you do have a boyfriend and I don't like the idea of people that are dating screwing around on their boyfriends or girlfriends, but it isn't like I'm asking you to do something really bad!"
He wondered if he should clarify that. Maybe give bad a definition, so Zaizen would know he wasn't expecting him to go so far as to give him a hand job, head, or fuck him? That might be a good idea, Kenya thought in his nervousness. "I ain't never had to think about this before, because even if I thought a girl was cute back home usually she was too good for a guy like me in my opinion, so I never said anything. And, you gotta admit, I don't exactly possess the kind of personality that encourages people to start touching me without asking because I'd probably nail the hell out of anyone that did, if he were a guy." He laughed then, the small sound shaky and thin.
"Hell, no one has probably asked before Shinji for that exact same reason. Probably afraid I'd hit them, so I really don't know if I like or dislike being touched like that by anyone at all."
“So I get to try touching you with your permission although you might still hit me on reflex?” Zaizen wasn’t sure he liked this idea but at least he knew his boyfriend would kick Kenya’s ass if anything went wrong that morning. He also didn’t like this whole planning of touching someone. He felt like it might take away from the moment and make it awkward instead of nice but if that’s what was wanted, then why argue?
Hot on the trail of his question that was now to serve as a distraction, Zaizen was nearly atop Kenya when he leaned in and ran the back of his fingers down a smooth cheek he was willing to bet had never seen a razor. He didn’t stop with that, though, as fingers continued a trail down an arm as he literally jumped up on the bed and came to sit behind Kenya. “Is this the sort of touching you had in mind?” The move was made to get out of the way of any swinging limbs but if he had to, Zaizen also now had the perfect spot to continue his exploration of his hot roommate’s body.
It was almost alarming how easy he found shoving aside his reserves to play the part of seducer, lightly caressing the prey.
"M'not going to hit you!" Kenya swore vehemently, before his voice was stolen by the feather light caress of fingers running down his cheek. He stiffened, alarmed by the shock of electricity that followed in their wake but more so by how quickly his roommate jumped up on the bed behind him.
He choked then; arm twitching beneath the hand that trailed down it as a blush raced across his cheeks, the question asked earning a quick nod of his head in the affirmative. "Yeah, I guess." The blonde mumbled softly, staring straight ahead to keep from looking back to see what Zaizen might do next.
"Just don't do anything that feels wrong to you, cos I don't need answers so badly that I'd make you do something that'd cause trouble for you with your guy."
“It’s an experiment and I don’t see it as cheating,” Zaizen’s voice was matter of fact as he really didn’t think casual touching that stayed above the waist was cheating. Besides, Bane was definitely checking out Saeki and the evil vampire definitely wasn’t keeping his hands off of Bane so they were still on level playing field. With that motivating him, the young brunette soon had his arms circling around Kenya so hands could slip under the tank top the blonde wore for bed.
Zaizen tensed at the feel of warm skin under his fingers but didn’t let it stop him as he began the roam up further to almost reach nipples but pulled back down, giving Kenya just a teasing taste of that feel and avoiding awkward confessions later on. That wouldn’t be the end of that trip though, as hands soon worked from navel to each side to gently ghost over skin that was sensitive on himself and the explorer wondered if anyone else was as well. After finding that out, he’d go on to the small of the back and give a mock massage before ending the request put to him.
Kenya was unaware of the soft hiss that slipped through clenching teeth, his body arching with back bowing. His head came to a rest on Zaizen's shoulder. He was unaware of that, too. The only thing he could think of was the hands that were suddenly under his tank top, palms and fingers tracing over his skin. "God," he softly moaned, cheeks flaming over how breathless he sounded and how his skin rose up in goose-bumps while a shiver worked its way down his spine, which was nothing compared to how his stomach clenched when fingertips sneaked so close to his nipples that he thought for sure Zaizen was going to touch him there only to flutter away and downward.
It was during the downward glide of hands that saw fingers smoothing over the flatness of his stomach, teasing at his navel and then making their way to his sides that he was hit by the truth.
It felt really good!
But nothing Zaizen had done so far even came close to feeling as fantasticly awesome as the light brush of fingertips just along the edges of his hipbones where they peaked out above the waistband of his boxers. He met the light graze with a yelp of shock and a small jump that he couldn't still, though he was quick to try and hide his slip up. "Sorry!" he mumbled awkwardly, cheeks so hot he knew if he touched them his palms would burn.
The idea that Zaizen was getting a good laugh at him in secret still haunted him, so much so that Kenya stubbornly clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip to stall any further sounds. Plus, what if he wasn't supposed to make any noise or say anything? Sure, they did it all the time in the porn flicks he watched but reality wasn't porn, and while he knew they weren't going so far as to do that it still seemed sort of intimate to have Zaizen touching him, which oddly made him want to try and please the guy. So if he was supposed to be quiet and not say a word while his roommate fulfilled his request then he should do his best to keep his mouth shut, right?
Zaizen would have laughed or been surprised at the little jump from the touch to his sides except he was the same way. He felt vulnerable and exposed if he had his arms lifted and someone went for the sides and he did an annoying jump and crouch to protect himself. But that reaction did serve as a somewhat reminder of what he was doing and with whom so the idea to go for the massage was cut off with his hands soon falling from the lower back he had been drawing patterns on. There wasn’t a need to go any further; having felt he did his job to the fullest and Kenya would know by then if he liked being touched by a man or not.
“There you go,” it was all Zaizen said as he crawled from the bed to go back to his dresser and pluck up the tie that was tossed around his neck but not yet dealt with beyond that. He had one more final hair check to do and then toss his books in the bag before finishing up the uniform. He also suspected Kenya would have something to say and he didn’t seem to like talking while someone was dressing.
"Thanks," Kenya gruffly mumbled in answer, ducking his head to hide heated cheeks beneath the tumble of blonde that he had a habit of finger-combing into submission, instead of taking his time to primp before a mirror.
Fuck, he hoped Zaizen didn't ask for a verdict, Kenya thought as he tightened his hands into fist, struggling to accept the fact that he had felt something far too nice while those hands were on him for him to still stubbornly insist that he was completely straight and liked girls.
“Sure,” Zaizen didn’t know what he was expecting for an answer to the way he had touched the man, but he’d take a word of gratitude over nothing. At least it showed Kenya had some manners and wasn’t made entirely out of annoying habits and traits. But that seemed to be the end of their agreement and since he had class to finish getting ready for and a boyfriend he didn’t want to cheat on with anything more than what he did, Zaizen attacked his tie with a bored look on his hands moving about via the mirror, thinking since he was there, he might as well do it before grabbing the books.
It was while he sat there watching Zaizen finish readying for his classes that he realized he still did not know if he could bring himself to touch another man. Fuck, maybe he should let it go and just forget about it all. It wasn't like there was currently anyone he liked to put such things to the test either, but he hated the confusion and insecurities.
"Hey, Z." he called, fingers curling into his palm to still the trembling of his hands. Damn it, he was not going to ask Zaizen Hikaru if he could touch him! No, he wasn't but he was going to anyway, even without asking.
"Can you come here a minute, before you leave?"
“Huh?” What did Kenya want this time? It couldn’t be more touching that was required and if it was, Zaizen figured he would be nice and just roll his eyes as he walked away or possibly punch the guy for pushing his luck. Considering Kenya wasn’t dressed and he had obviously been able to do it on his own before now, it couldn’t be help tying his tie and there didn’t seem to be any books lying around him to indicate help with homework was needed either. The only thing to do was give in to the request and find out what was wanted of him.
With his tie finished, blazer still draped on a chair, and shirt untucked, Zaizen crossed the room again and was once more standing in front of Kenya dealing with déjà vu as he waited for the next round of deep and meaningful discussions between roommates.
Kenya nearly tripped in the quick scramble to hop off his bed, taking up the spot directly in front of Zaizen. He was just a few inches taller than his roommate, which gave him the advantage when he had to look down at him and even gave him the little bit of courage he needed to lift his hand. "You can punch me later, if you want to." He told his roommate when fingers grazed the cheek they gravitated to, just as quick to jerk away when the tips brushed over warm skin.
"I, uh. Just stand still." He told the other teen, his fingers curling and uncurling while he struggled to retrieve his dwindling courage. Kenya took a deep breath, gaze shying from another, before he once again gave the touching another guy thing a try by reaching out to trail his fingers lightly from cheek to jaw, only for his fingers to turn at the last second, flipping so their backs could shakily glide down the slope of neck left bare just above the shirt collar they came to rest at.
Zaizen stood still all right. He practically froze when Kenya started imitating the moves he had done just minutes before. That was completely unexpected and silently the blonde earned points for startling him and for growing a pair of balls. He hadn’t missed the way Kenya trembled while asking, during the touching, and even now. Thinking back, Zaizen figured he was probably the same way his first time he tried making a move on someone but it seemed odd for his older roommate that talked big all the time to be going through that now.
“I’ll only punch you later if you do anything only my boyfriend has a right to do,” he felt that was a fair warning and continued to let Kenya do as he pleased though the way fingers went to his collar almost stopped him. That touch almost felt strangely nice and it confused him for a moment before Zaizen decided it was natural to think that way when it was a move you liked and the guy doing it was pretty sexy. Of course it would have been better if Bane was doing it but that would come that night.
Ah, man, he really wished Zaizen had kept his mouth shut. Now he couldn't stop from thinking about all the things a boyfriend would do for his significant other and while he didn't have the nerve or the complete lack of respect for his roommate that it would take for him to do something as immoral as to actually have sex with him when he was dating someone, he did have the curiosity of a cat. He also suddenly had the complete certainty that if he shared his first kiss with someone that actually liked him, before he knew if he could actually tolerate kissing another guy then he was going to feel like the worst sort of jerk, if he hurt that person by pulling away in disgust or grimacing.
Zaizen wasn't likely to do that, since he didn't feel anything for him and definitely wasn't expecting it, so there really weren't any strings or disadvantages to kissing the guy to find out, except that tiny niggling detail of there being a boyfriend somewhere. "Yeah, you do that." Kenya said, giving permission once more to the oblivious teen in front of him, just as his hand shifted along that neck to snake back around it. Splaying his fingers over Zaizen's neck, he gave a small tug while his courage was prominent and overshadowed all else, even his common sense.
He reckoned his roommate would get to that punching him thing soon, especially when he lowered his head and sealed his mouth against the first and only one to touch it in the whole of his life. He wasn't exactly sure how one went about kissing, since he hadn't ever kissed another person (smooches to his mother's cheek did not count!), but figured if he closed his eyes and just let his instincts take over he'd figure it out, especially if he remembered all those lovey dovey kissing scenes that almost always showed up in movies, no matter their genre. Yeah, he so had this in the bag, he told himself as he brushed his lips over Zaizen's, concentrated on the feel of the lips he feathered those light touches over.
What the hell? It took several seconds to realize there was a pair of lips on his that didn’t belong to Kurobane Harukaze. Kenya really did grow a pair of balls! He gave points for that but there was an urge to hit the man that was rising with each second that ticked by. This wasn’t a part of the bargain they had struck, or was it? It was still a form of touching but it did cross into that warning that nothing his boyfriend only had the honour of doing was allowed. Too much thinking over something that shouldn’t have been happening!
Something else that shouldn’t have been happening was the urge to kiss back. Where the hell did that come from? Zaizen wasn’t too pleased with his body’s decision to jump to life at another man kissing him and fought down the urge he considered evil. While it would have been nice of him to return the kiss to give Kenya the full experience he just couldn’t bring himself to do that to Bane after all of the lectures he gave the vampire on temptations and being faithful. So it was with some strength of willpower that Zaizen was stepping away from the mouth on his and the hand trying to hold him in place to stare at his roommate with a dazed expression.
“Okay, so I wasn’t expecting that one and I’ll think about it during class about whether or not I should punch you for that.”
"For what it's worth," and definitely if it saved him from being punched, Kenya thought. "It was my first kiss, so if you're debating punching me during class you can think about that as well." He muttered, gaze shying from his roommate's dazed expression. Yeah, maybe he felt a little guilty over initiating the kiss. Zaizen had a boyfriend, after all. But, at least, now he had his answer.
Now he had very little time to get ready for his classes, after spending most of the night and morning brooding over the questions Shinji made arise. He also needed to get the hell out of there, before his roommate noticed the flush of heat rising on his skin that had nothing to do with being embarrassed but everything to do with his reaction to the kiss he'd stolen. "Then if you still want to punch me, you can, but I'm going to get ready for class now."
Oh, yeah! An escape route had been noted and he was already heading straight for the bathroom they shared.
That was something else that sort of stalled out his mind. He should have expected that as well, though, if Kenya had never been touched before. Although, in his defence, Zaizen assumed it was only a male touching him and then the kiss he was experimenting with but that confession was something else entirely. So he was the loudmouth’s first kiss out of either gender? That was something to beam proudly over. Too bad he couldn’t make the world know about it and he really didn’t want to tease Kenya about it either given he could turn around and tell Bane about it.
With that line of thought, Zaizen decided hitting Kenya was out of the question and it was best to pretend it didn’t happen. “Whatever,” he called out with one of his trademark bored replies, “I’m heading to class. Later,” the shirt was tucked in and the blazer thrown over top before books found their way into a bag that was slung over a shoulder. Zaizen was almost ready to flee the crazy zone that used to be known as his dorm room but he needed music first. The iPod that was on his bedside table was grabbed and put on and once the music was flowing, the brunette was meandering his way out of the room and off to class.
He just hoped the awkward kiss didn’t keep popping into his mind all day.
Kenya slammed the bathroom door behind him, back coming to rest against it a moment later. "Fuck," he hissed to the empty room, a hand lowering to readjust his cock inside his boxers. He wasn't fully hard from what they had done, but he hadn't been able to stop the heat that pooled in his groin when hands grazed his skin, nor had he been completely immune to that kiss, even if it was as fleeting as hummingbird dancing from one flower to the next.
Yeah, he had his answers. He knew that touching a guy and being touched by one felt damn good, but he could have done without the sensation of those lips that still lingered on his and damned himself for stealing the kiss. He wasn't sure if it would feel like that when and if he got around to kissing someone other than Zaizen he was in some deep shit. No way was he going to be able to not think about that kiss throughout the day, but just as long as Zaizen never brought it up again he would be fine and could pretend it wasn't on his mind.
That sounded like a plan to him.
Where: Their dorm, Dawn, 402
When: April 23rd
What: Kenya needs to talk to Zaizen.
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Comments: None.
Oshitari Kenya thought the world had gone crazy. At least, maybe Shinji had. He stared at his laptop and seriously considered never touching livejournal again, because the inconspicuous far too innocent looking online journal was the cause of most of the chaos in his life. The fact that he was even then constantly refreshing a locked post to his roommate, hoping for a reply to his last comment proved just how evil a thing the journals were.
He was tired, Kenya thought after clicking the refresh icon on his browser again. His temples were starting to ache from the lack of sleep and his eyes had long since become weary. If it weren't for the fact that he had classes soon, he would probably crawl into bed and hope to God he fell asleep and didn't dream a damn thing. He especially didn't want to dream about Shinji or the roommate he had just told he couldn't just easily start talking to him.
Fuck, he hoped Zaizen didn't ask why. Sure, he could tell the brunette that he didn't give off a vibe that screamed he welcomed his company or his conversation, which was the truth. But it wasn't the real reason why Kenya found it hard to approach the guy that had starred in the last few nights' worth of wet dreams that ranged from tamed to being outlandishly wild, considering the threesomes that had transpired in the last one.
Yeah, you just did not look a guy in the face so easily after you dreamt about him giving you head while you gave him head, especially not when you also dreamed about that very same guy getting fucked while he was sucking your dick. So what made him think he could talk to Zaizen now without dying of mortification each time his mouth moved and he remembered how the dream Zaizen's mouth had felt on his cock? He didn't know, because sure as hell he was going to clam up and have to force the words out, but, fuck, if he didn't ask someone then he'd never know.
Okay, so he could go inquire of a total stranger or even Saeki but the mention of the only vampire Kenya felt connected to on some level had set Zaizen off and had him stating they could just leave him out of this, even thought his roommate had no idea what the this was yet.
Zaizen had been busy bouncing between his laptop to check emails and replies to comments made in journals and messengers and the bathroom where he was doing his hair. It didn’t really occur to him that his roommate was sitting on his bed, pecking at the keyboard waiting for a reply to a comment he made. It seemed like a good place to end their odd online conversation that wasn’t even needed except to mention a real conversation that Kenya didn’t seem keen on having. The man didn’t even look at him in all the wandering around he did with careful glances to the blonde so why would they talk?
It wasn’t until the hair was finished and the shirt was slipped on and starting to be buttoned up in the middle of the room where he stood that Zaizen decided this was ridiculous and something had to be done. “Would you just spit it out already? I’d rather hear what you have to say than live with you moping forever.” Possibly not the most tactful and polite way of saying something but it said what needed saying all the same.
"I am not moping!" Kenya snapped, shifting around on his bed to shoot a glare at his roommate. He immediately wished he hadn't as he was given a firsthand view of naked skin that had yet to be hidden out of sight with the buttoning of shirt.
Blushing furiously, he scrambled to avert his gaze. Damn it! He was right. He really couldn't look at his roommate without remembering, especially when his gaze alighted on a bare chest Kenya distinctly remembered licking in his dreams.
"I'll start talking when you're done." He muttered settling down in his new position Indian style. He stuffed his hands in the nook left open between the crisscrossing limbs to keep from nervously raking them through his hair while he waited.
What the hell was Kenya’s problem? “I’m talented, you know, and can multi-task in the skills of dressing and listening,” but whatever. If the guy didn’t want to disturb him, then he’d continue buttoning the shirt in silence. When the brief task was done, Zaizen left the shirt untucked and didn’t bother with the tie just yet either but instead flopped back down on his bed. He even went so far as to avoid the computer that often called to him just to prove he was ready to listen.
“Well?” He had no idea what was about to be said but it had better be damn good considering all the dramatics Kenya had been going through to bring them to that point.
"I think I hurt Shinji last night," he admitted finally. Getting his mouth to move and his tongue to form words after the abruptness of Zaizen's one word demand was hard, especially when the demand practically screamed his roommate would rather be doing anything else but waiting on him to partake in a stupid conversation he was probably going to either blatantly laugh in his face over or snicker his ass off in secret.
"Well, I know I hurt him when I punched him, but that was just because he called me a chicken. It's the other that…" Fuck, was he a huge neon light of brilliant red yet?
"Aww, fuck! Okay!" This was ridiculous! Why the hell couldn't he just spit it out? Kenya lifted his head seeking out the forest green gaze of his roommate across the room, told himself just to get it over with, and then blushed clear down to his toe when he finally rushed headlong into the insanity that had been tumbling around in his head all night.
"I know you have a boyfriend and that maybe this borders on being something I ought not be asking you to do because someone could think of it as you skimming the lines of cheating, but would you touch me?" he asked despite his voice cracking toward the end.
"It ain't got to be a real, I don't know-intimate touch, just some kind of touch that ain't just an innocent sort of touch, if that makes sense at all, which it probably doesn't." Note to self: next time, dig a hole to hide in before you open your big mouth, Kenya! That hole would definitely come in handy when he set off to rambling like he was now, that was for sure.
“Is that seriously all you wanted to talk... what?” Zaizen had no problems comprehending the whining about hurting Shinji but Kenya had to go and continue talking. That was where the blonde lost him and earned himself the rare sight of a confused Zaizen trying to absorb the request. Maybe he hadn’t heard correctly and he hadn’t just been asked to touch another man that wasn’t his boyfriend and didn’t particularly care for men? Slowly, the conversation was replayed in his mind and no, he just couldn’t think of anything else that could have been said in the place of all that touching.
“You want me to touch you? Even though you don’t like men and I have a boyfriend?” Why wasn’t this making sense? Of course, Kenya didn’t make sense and he hardly ever did but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was finding out the reasoning behind all of this and the lines that seemed to need crossing. Zaizen also needed to decide if this whole thing needed to be told to Bane and depending on how it went, maybe he’d tell him as a funny subject as they curled up together in bed. Then again, the vampire likely wouldn’t find any of it funny.
Pushing off of his bed, Zaizen came to stand before Kenya, still cautiously eyeing the man and waiting for the punch line of this joke. It was likely some trick Kenya was playing to see if his roommate was a pervert or really into him.
"I told him I don't know what I like!" Kenya cried out, once more humiliated by having to admit to being completely inexperienced. "And I told you I should probably ask Sae instead of you, because you do have a boyfriend and I don't like the idea of people that are dating screwing around on their boyfriends or girlfriends, but it isn't like I'm asking you to do something really bad!"
He wondered if he should clarify that. Maybe give bad a definition, so Zaizen would know he wasn't expecting him to go so far as to give him a hand job, head, or fuck him? That might be a good idea, Kenya thought in his nervousness. "I ain't never had to think about this before, because even if I thought a girl was cute back home usually she was too good for a guy like me in my opinion, so I never said anything. And, you gotta admit, I don't exactly possess the kind of personality that encourages people to start touching me without asking because I'd probably nail the hell out of anyone that did, if he were a guy." He laughed then, the small sound shaky and thin.
"Hell, no one has probably asked before Shinji for that exact same reason. Probably afraid I'd hit them, so I really don't know if I like or dislike being touched like that by anyone at all."
“So I get to try touching you with your permission although you might still hit me on reflex?” Zaizen wasn’t sure he liked this idea but at least he knew his boyfriend would kick Kenya’s ass if anything went wrong that morning. He also didn’t like this whole planning of touching someone. He felt like it might take away from the moment and make it awkward instead of nice but if that’s what was wanted, then why argue?
Hot on the trail of his question that was now to serve as a distraction, Zaizen was nearly atop Kenya when he leaned in and ran the back of his fingers down a smooth cheek he was willing to bet had never seen a razor. He didn’t stop with that, though, as fingers continued a trail down an arm as he literally jumped up on the bed and came to sit behind Kenya. “Is this the sort of touching you had in mind?” The move was made to get out of the way of any swinging limbs but if he had to, Zaizen also now had the perfect spot to continue his exploration of his hot roommate’s body.
It was almost alarming how easy he found shoving aside his reserves to play the part of seducer, lightly caressing the prey.
"M'not going to hit you!" Kenya swore vehemently, before his voice was stolen by the feather light caress of fingers running down his cheek. He stiffened, alarmed by the shock of electricity that followed in their wake but more so by how quickly his roommate jumped up on the bed behind him.
He choked then; arm twitching beneath the hand that trailed down it as a blush raced across his cheeks, the question asked earning a quick nod of his head in the affirmative. "Yeah, I guess." The blonde mumbled softly, staring straight ahead to keep from looking back to see what Zaizen might do next.
"Just don't do anything that feels wrong to you, cos I don't need answers so badly that I'd make you do something that'd cause trouble for you with your guy."
“It’s an experiment and I don’t see it as cheating,” Zaizen’s voice was matter of fact as he really didn’t think casual touching that stayed above the waist was cheating. Besides, Bane was definitely checking out Saeki and the evil vampire definitely wasn’t keeping his hands off of Bane so they were still on level playing field. With that motivating him, the young brunette soon had his arms circling around Kenya so hands could slip under the tank top the blonde wore for bed.
Zaizen tensed at the feel of warm skin under his fingers but didn’t let it stop him as he began the roam up further to almost reach nipples but pulled back down, giving Kenya just a teasing taste of that feel and avoiding awkward confessions later on. That wouldn’t be the end of that trip though, as hands soon worked from navel to each side to gently ghost over skin that was sensitive on himself and the explorer wondered if anyone else was as well. After finding that out, he’d go on to the small of the back and give a mock massage before ending the request put to him.
Kenya was unaware of the soft hiss that slipped through clenching teeth, his body arching with back bowing. His head came to a rest on Zaizen's shoulder. He was unaware of that, too. The only thing he could think of was the hands that were suddenly under his tank top, palms and fingers tracing over his skin. "God," he softly moaned, cheeks flaming over how breathless he sounded and how his skin rose up in goose-bumps while a shiver worked its way down his spine, which was nothing compared to how his stomach clenched when fingertips sneaked so close to his nipples that he thought for sure Zaizen was going to touch him there only to flutter away and downward.
It was during the downward glide of hands that saw fingers smoothing over the flatness of his stomach, teasing at his navel and then making their way to his sides that he was hit by the truth.
It felt really good!
But nothing Zaizen had done so far even came close to feeling as fantasticly awesome as the light brush of fingertips just along the edges of his hipbones where they peaked out above the waistband of his boxers. He met the light graze with a yelp of shock and a small jump that he couldn't still, though he was quick to try and hide his slip up. "Sorry!" he mumbled awkwardly, cheeks so hot he knew if he touched them his palms would burn.
The idea that Zaizen was getting a good laugh at him in secret still haunted him, so much so that Kenya stubbornly clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip to stall any further sounds. Plus, what if he wasn't supposed to make any noise or say anything? Sure, they did it all the time in the porn flicks he watched but reality wasn't porn, and while he knew they weren't going so far as to do that it still seemed sort of intimate to have Zaizen touching him, which oddly made him want to try and please the guy. So if he was supposed to be quiet and not say a word while his roommate fulfilled his request then he should do his best to keep his mouth shut, right?
Zaizen would have laughed or been surprised at the little jump from the touch to his sides except he was the same way. He felt vulnerable and exposed if he had his arms lifted and someone went for the sides and he did an annoying jump and crouch to protect himself. But that reaction did serve as a somewhat reminder of what he was doing and with whom so the idea to go for the massage was cut off with his hands soon falling from the lower back he had been drawing patterns on. There wasn’t a need to go any further; having felt he did his job to the fullest and Kenya would know by then if he liked being touched by a man or not.
“There you go,” it was all Zaizen said as he crawled from the bed to go back to his dresser and pluck up the tie that was tossed around his neck but not yet dealt with beyond that. He had one more final hair check to do and then toss his books in the bag before finishing up the uniform. He also suspected Kenya would have something to say and he didn’t seem to like talking while someone was dressing.
"Thanks," Kenya gruffly mumbled in answer, ducking his head to hide heated cheeks beneath the tumble of blonde that he had a habit of finger-combing into submission, instead of taking his time to primp before a mirror.
Fuck, he hoped Zaizen didn't ask for a verdict, Kenya thought as he tightened his hands into fist, struggling to accept the fact that he had felt something far too nice while those hands were on him for him to still stubbornly insist that he was completely straight and liked girls.
“Sure,” Zaizen didn’t know what he was expecting for an answer to the way he had touched the man, but he’d take a word of gratitude over nothing. At least it showed Kenya had some manners and wasn’t made entirely out of annoying habits and traits. But that seemed to be the end of their agreement and since he had class to finish getting ready for and a boyfriend he didn’t want to cheat on with anything more than what he did, Zaizen attacked his tie with a bored look on his hands moving about via the mirror, thinking since he was there, he might as well do it before grabbing the books.
It was while he sat there watching Zaizen finish readying for his classes that he realized he still did not know if he could bring himself to touch another man. Fuck, maybe he should let it go and just forget about it all. It wasn't like there was currently anyone he liked to put such things to the test either, but he hated the confusion and insecurities.
"Hey, Z." he called, fingers curling into his palm to still the trembling of his hands. Damn it, he was not going to ask Zaizen Hikaru if he could touch him! No, he wasn't but he was going to anyway, even without asking.
"Can you come here a minute, before you leave?"
“Huh?” What did Kenya want this time? It couldn’t be more touching that was required and if it was, Zaizen figured he would be nice and just roll his eyes as he walked away or possibly punch the guy for pushing his luck. Considering Kenya wasn’t dressed and he had obviously been able to do it on his own before now, it couldn’t be help tying his tie and there didn’t seem to be any books lying around him to indicate help with homework was needed either. The only thing to do was give in to the request and find out what was wanted of him.
With his tie finished, blazer still draped on a chair, and shirt untucked, Zaizen crossed the room again and was once more standing in front of Kenya dealing with déjà vu as he waited for the next round of deep and meaningful discussions between roommates.
Kenya nearly tripped in the quick scramble to hop off his bed, taking up the spot directly in front of Zaizen. He was just a few inches taller than his roommate, which gave him the advantage when he had to look down at him and even gave him the little bit of courage he needed to lift his hand. "You can punch me later, if you want to." He told his roommate when fingers grazed the cheek they gravitated to, just as quick to jerk away when the tips brushed over warm skin.
"I, uh. Just stand still." He told the other teen, his fingers curling and uncurling while he struggled to retrieve his dwindling courage. Kenya took a deep breath, gaze shying from another, before he once again gave the touching another guy thing a try by reaching out to trail his fingers lightly from cheek to jaw, only for his fingers to turn at the last second, flipping so their backs could shakily glide down the slope of neck left bare just above the shirt collar they came to rest at.
Zaizen stood still all right. He practically froze when Kenya started imitating the moves he had done just minutes before. That was completely unexpected and silently the blonde earned points for startling him and for growing a pair of balls. He hadn’t missed the way Kenya trembled while asking, during the touching, and even now. Thinking back, Zaizen figured he was probably the same way his first time he tried making a move on someone but it seemed odd for his older roommate that talked big all the time to be going through that now.
“I’ll only punch you later if you do anything only my boyfriend has a right to do,” he felt that was a fair warning and continued to let Kenya do as he pleased though the way fingers went to his collar almost stopped him. That touch almost felt strangely nice and it confused him for a moment before Zaizen decided it was natural to think that way when it was a move you liked and the guy doing it was pretty sexy. Of course it would have been better if Bane was doing it but that would come that night.
Ah, man, he really wished Zaizen had kept his mouth shut. Now he couldn't stop from thinking about all the things a boyfriend would do for his significant other and while he didn't have the nerve or the complete lack of respect for his roommate that it would take for him to do something as immoral as to actually have sex with him when he was dating someone, he did have the curiosity of a cat. He also suddenly had the complete certainty that if he shared his first kiss with someone that actually liked him, before he knew if he could actually tolerate kissing another guy then he was going to feel like the worst sort of jerk, if he hurt that person by pulling away in disgust or grimacing.
Zaizen wasn't likely to do that, since he didn't feel anything for him and definitely wasn't expecting it, so there really weren't any strings or disadvantages to kissing the guy to find out, except that tiny niggling detail of there being a boyfriend somewhere. "Yeah, you do that." Kenya said, giving permission once more to the oblivious teen in front of him, just as his hand shifted along that neck to snake back around it. Splaying his fingers over Zaizen's neck, he gave a small tug while his courage was prominent and overshadowed all else, even his common sense.
He reckoned his roommate would get to that punching him thing soon, especially when he lowered his head and sealed his mouth against the first and only one to touch it in the whole of his life. He wasn't exactly sure how one went about kissing, since he hadn't ever kissed another person (smooches to his mother's cheek did not count!), but figured if he closed his eyes and just let his instincts take over he'd figure it out, especially if he remembered all those lovey dovey kissing scenes that almost always showed up in movies, no matter their genre. Yeah, he so had this in the bag, he told himself as he brushed his lips over Zaizen's, concentrated on the feel of the lips he feathered those light touches over.
What the hell? It took several seconds to realize there was a pair of lips on his that didn’t belong to Kurobane Harukaze. Kenya really did grow a pair of balls! He gave points for that but there was an urge to hit the man that was rising with each second that ticked by. This wasn’t a part of the bargain they had struck, or was it? It was still a form of touching but it did cross into that warning that nothing his boyfriend only had the honour of doing was allowed. Too much thinking over something that shouldn’t have been happening!
Something else that shouldn’t have been happening was the urge to kiss back. Where the hell did that come from? Zaizen wasn’t too pleased with his body’s decision to jump to life at another man kissing him and fought down the urge he considered evil. While it would have been nice of him to return the kiss to give Kenya the full experience he just couldn’t bring himself to do that to Bane after all of the lectures he gave the vampire on temptations and being faithful. So it was with some strength of willpower that Zaizen was stepping away from the mouth on his and the hand trying to hold him in place to stare at his roommate with a dazed expression.
“Okay, so I wasn’t expecting that one and I’ll think about it during class about whether or not I should punch you for that.”
"For what it's worth," and definitely if it saved him from being punched, Kenya thought. "It was my first kiss, so if you're debating punching me during class you can think about that as well." He muttered, gaze shying from his roommate's dazed expression. Yeah, maybe he felt a little guilty over initiating the kiss. Zaizen had a boyfriend, after all. But, at least, now he had his answer.
Now he had very little time to get ready for his classes, after spending most of the night and morning brooding over the questions Shinji made arise. He also needed to get the hell out of there, before his roommate noticed the flush of heat rising on his skin that had nothing to do with being embarrassed but everything to do with his reaction to the kiss he'd stolen. "Then if you still want to punch me, you can, but I'm going to get ready for class now."
Oh, yeah! An escape route had been noted and he was already heading straight for the bathroom they shared.
That was something else that sort of stalled out his mind. He should have expected that as well, though, if Kenya had never been touched before. Although, in his defence, Zaizen assumed it was only a male touching him and then the kiss he was experimenting with but that confession was something else entirely. So he was the loudmouth’s first kiss out of either gender? That was something to beam proudly over. Too bad he couldn’t make the world know about it and he really didn’t want to tease Kenya about it either given he could turn around and tell Bane about it.
With that line of thought, Zaizen decided hitting Kenya was out of the question and it was best to pretend it didn’t happen. “Whatever,” he called out with one of his trademark bored replies, “I’m heading to class. Later,” the shirt was tucked in and the blazer thrown over top before books found their way into a bag that was slung over a shoulder. Zaizen was almost ready to flee the crazy zone that used to be known as his dorm room but he needed music first. The iPod that was on his bedside table was grabbed and put on and once the music was flowing, the brunette was meandering his way out of the room and off to class.
He just hoped the awkward kiss didn’t keep popping into his mind all day.
Kenya slammed the bathroom door behind him, back coming to rest against it a moment later. "Fuck," he hissed to the empty room, a hand lowering to readjust his cock inside his boxers. He wasn't fully hard from what they had done, but he hadn't been able to stop the heat that pooled in his groin when hands grazed his skin, nor had he been completely immune to that kiss, even if it was as fleeting as hummingbird dancing from one flower to the next.
Yeah, he had his answers. He knew that touching a guy and being touched by one felt damn good, but he could have done without the sensation of those lips that still lingered on his and damned himself for stealing the kiss. He wasn't sure if it would feel like that when and if he got around to kissing someone other than Zaizen he was in some deep shit. No way was he going to be able to not think about that kiss throughout the day, but just as long as Zaizen never brought it up again he would be fine and could pretend it wasn't on his mind.
That sounded like a plan to him.