[HnG] Get Off the Internet [part 5]
Title: Get Off the Internet (Part 5 of ?)
Author: Kimmie (mmmdraco@gmail.com).
Category: shonen ai, AU
Pairings: HikaAki
Disclaimer: Not mine. Takeshi and Obata's.
Rating: R.
Warnings: The beginnings of smut and some bad language.
Spoilers: This is an AU, but it does contain variations on events from the original Hikago timeline.
Notes: This is set in a world where the boys meet under entirely different circumstances, and they're much older. This is the fifth part of this fic. The first four parts can be found in my fic journal, quotienscumque. The title is taken from a Le Tigre song. Enjoy!
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Hikaru was impressed with Akira's house. That much Akira could see by the open-mouthed stare. And when he brought the other man inside, the feeling obviously grew. But, he wasn't sure what Hikaru thought when he completely overlooked the living room, the playing room, and the patio as places to sit and invited Hikaru up to his bedroom instead. He must not have been against the idea too much, if at all, for how willingly he climbed the stairs after Akira.
"This is an awesome house. It's so big!" Hikaru stretched his arms out. "I've got a 6-tatami apartment with a shared bathroom on the other end of the hall."
Akira sat down on his bed and motioned for Hikaru to join him. "But it's got to be nice being out on your own and not having to worry about your privacy."
"Akira, I share a bathroom with a dozen other people. I've had people slam into the door with their shoulders to open it because they had to take a piss when I was taking a shower. And, that's not a forgiving enough water heater to allow someone to flush without it trying to boil me."
"That sounds horrible." Akira had been thinking it was bad enough that his parents sometimes knocked and then came in before being asked to do so. The idea of someone else using the bathroom while he was showering frankly embarassed him.
"What? Seeing my naked body is horrible? I'll have you know I've got a six-pack and pecs that serve as coasters. Well, okay, not really, but I don't think it's half bad. I've never thrown up after looking in the mirror."
"I *meant* sharing a bathroom. I'm sure you look great without your clothes." In Akira's mind, Hikaru did indeed.
Hikaru grinned and played with the comforter on the bed. "Why do you have a bed when the whole house is very classically styled?"
Akira laughed. "That's a really funny story, actually. When I was a little boy, one of my classmates told me all about the monster under his bed. But, I don't think he meant a real monster since he never seemed to think it was scary. But, after hearing him talk about it every day and how cool it was, I wanted a monster under my bed so I begged my parents to let me have a bed instead of a futon. They were shocked, of course. They were sure I'd get tired of it, but I got used to it, and now I enjoy it. I still have my futon in the closet just in case someone stays over, though, so my parents have learned to like it since it means the go room doesn't have to double as a guest bedroom."
"Do you have that many people stay over?" Hikaru turned himself on the bed so that he was facing Akira.
Akira turned himself toward Hikaru. "Not me, personally. But, Ogata spends the night a lot because he likes to drink too much sometimes after a game, so we don't let him drive home and there's no one else to drive him."
"Do you have friends who sometimes stay the night?" Hikaru licked his bottom lip and bit at it softly.
Swallowing the saliva that was building up in his mouth, Akira shook his head. "Not really. I'm sort of a homebody, I guess. I don't have a lot of friends or really even good acquaintances other than a few of the younger pros from my father's study group."
"What do you do when your girlfriend wants to stay the night?" Hikaru put his hands on his knees and leaned forward just enough that Akira could feel the other man's warm breath in the air between them.
"I..." Akira fidgeted for a moment. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Do you have someone you-" Hikaru was cut off by Akira's lips brushing gently against his own. "Oh. I guess you do have someone you like, then."
"I'm so sorry!" Akira stood up and went quickly to the other side of the room where he stopped and put his face in his hands. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just got a little excited, I guess."
Hikaru laughed. "Come back over here. You haven't done anything wrong. I was asking my questions to find out if I had a chance."
Akira turned around slowly. "You were?"
Leaning back, Hikaru nodded. "Yeah. I like you. You're a... kindred spirit, I guess they call it. It doesn't hurt that you're gorgeous."
"I look like a girl." Akira's eyebrows furrowed together. "Is that why you like me?"
"You do *not* look like a girl. Geez, why would people think that? The hair? That's stupid. But, no. I like you because you're attractive to me, you're good at go, you're friendly, you're... You're just a lot of things that I like. You even look good in a tie." Hikaru put one foot up to rest it on the opposing knee.
Akira loosened the tie he was wearing. "I'm sure you'd look good in one, too."
"Now, there you'd be wrong. A polo shirt is about all I can manage before looking *so* uncomfortable that people begin to ask me if I'm okay. And, trust me, discomfort is not the best of my looks."
Pulling off the tie, Akira took a few more steps toward Hikaru and slid the cloth over his head, pulling it down and settling it around the other man's neck. "You don't look uncomfortable."
Hikaru breathed deeply. "That's because for some reason I'm not."
Akira took another step closer and then put his hand on Hikaru's foot and pushed it off of his knee. "No. You're not." He put one of his own knees on the bed to Hikaru's side and then followed with the other and perched himself on Hikaru's lap with one of his hands twisted around the tie and the other grasping onto Hikaru's shoulder.
"No." Hikaru's breaths were coming more quickly now and his hands came up from the bed to find their way to Akira's back. "God, you're gorgeous."
Akira pressed himself forward until he could feel the heat of Hikaru's erection against his own. "You're... Oh god, you're wearing too many clothes."
Hikaru nipped at Akira's bottom lip. "And you're the one who couldn't help but add one more."
Letting go of the tie, Akira reached his hands down and grabbed the bottom of Hikaru's shirt, he slowly pulled it up, letting his eyes meander over every inch of the bared flesh. Hikaru grabbed the shirt when Akira got it up to his shoulders and threw it across the room, nearly knocking over a lamp. Akira went to start on the buttons of his own shirt, but Hikaru stopped him and began to unbutton in earnest. Akira wanted to feel shame over his body and how skinny and pale he was, and always had been, but Hikaru's eyes were full of reverence as his fingers spread apart the shirt and slid it off the other man's shoulders and out of his pants and onto the floor.
When Hikaru pressed his lips to Akira's chest, he thought he'd go crazy, especially as the man worked his way up and nuzzled at his neck and nibbled his ear and then his lips. Then they were kissing again and Hikaru's tongue was warring with his own and he was being pulled closer into that delicious, throbbing heat. And then he heard a gasp behind him. "Akira!" Akira's eyes shot wide open and he turned his torso around quickly enough that he felt a muscle in his back pull.
There was his mother standing just inside the door with her eyes full of shock and one hand over her mouth with the other still on the door handle. "Mother." He looked at Hikaru who seemed to be attempting to hide behind Akira's somewhat bony shoulders. "It's, um... This is my friend Hikaru, Mother. We're busy at the moment. I'll introduce you later."
Akira's mother backed out of the room slowly, closing the door behind her. When Akira heard the latch shut, he sighed. "Oh god."
Hikaru cleared his throat. "You know, I think I like it better when people come in to piss when I'm taking a shower."
Akira laughed and slid off Hikaru's lap. "This could get interesting."
"You're going to make me meet her, aren't you?" Hikaru definitely looked uncomfortable now, and Akira could see what he meant about it. He took the tie off Hikaru and undid it before throwing it in his hamper.
"It shouldn't be that bad. She's probably more embarassed than you are."
Hikaru stood up and ran a hand through his hair. "Let me just get my shirt."
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To be continued. ^_~
Author: Kimmie (mmmdraco@gmail.com).
Category: shonen ai, AU
Pairings: HikaAki
Disclaimer: Not mine. Takeshi and Obata's.
Rating: R.
Warnings: The beginnings of smut and some bad language.
Spoilers: This is an AU, but it does contain variations on events from the original Hikago timeline.
Notes: This is set in a world where the boys meet under entirely different circumstances, and they're much older. This is the fifth part of this fic. The first four parts can be found in my fic journal, quotienscumque. The title is taken from a Le Tigre song. Enjoy!
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Hikaru was impressed with Akira's house. That much Akira could see by the open-mouthed stare. And when he brought the other man inside, the feeling obviously grew. But, he wasn't sure what Hikaru thought when he completely overlooked the living room, the playing room, and the patio as places to sit and invited Hikaru up to his bedroom instead. He must not have been against the idea too much, if at all, for how willingly he climbed the stairs after Akira.
"This is an awesome house. It's so big!" Hikaru stretched his arms out. "I've got a 6-tatami apartment with a shared bathroom on the other end of the hall."
Akira sat down on his bed and motioned for Hikaru to join him. "But it's got to be nice being out on your own and not having to worry about your privacy."
"Akira, I share a bathroom with a dozen other people. I've had people slam into the door with their shoulders to open it because they had to take a piss when I was taking a shower. And, that's not a forgiving enough water heater to allow someone to flush without it trying to boil me."
"That sounds horrible." Akira had been thinking it was bad enough that his parents sometimes knocked and then came in before being asked to do so. The idea of someone else using the bathroom while he was showering frankly embarassed him.
"What? Seeing my naked body is horrible? I'll have you know I've got a six-pack and pecs that serve as coasters. Well, okay, not really, but I don't think it's half bad. I've never thrown up after looking in the mirror."
"I *meant* sharing a bathroom. I'm sure you look great without your clothes." In Akira's mind, Hikaru did indeed.
Hikaru grinned and played with the comforter on the bed. "Why do you have a bed when the whole house is very classically styled?"
Akira laughed. "That's a really funny story, actually. When I was a little boy, one of my classmates told me all about the monster under his bed. But, I don't think he meant a real monster since he never seemed to think it was scary. But, after hearing him talk about it every day and how cool it was, I wanted a monster under my bed so I begged my parents to let me have a bed instead of a futon. They were shocked, of course. They were sure I'd get tired of it, but I got used to it, and now I enjoy it. I still have my futon in the closet just in case someone stays over, though, so my parents have learned to like it since it means the go room doesn't have to double as a guest bedroom."
"Do you have that many people stay over?" Hikaru turned himself on the bed so that he was facing Akira.
Akira turned himself toward Hikaru. "Not me, personally. But, Ogata spends the night a lot because he likes to drink too much sometimes after a game, so we don't let him drive home and there's no one else to drive him."
"Do you have friends who sometimes stay the night?" Hikaru licked his bottom lip and bit at it softly.
Swallowing the saliva that was building up in his mouth, Akira shook his head. "Not really. I'm sort of a homebody, I guess. I don't have a lot of friends or really even good acquaintances other than a few of the younger pros from my father's study group."
"What do you do when your girlfriend wants to stay the night?" Hikaru put his hands on his knees and leaned forward just enough that Akira could feel the other man's warm breath in the air between them.
"I..." Akira fidgeted for a moment. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Do you have someone you-" Hikaru was cut off by Akira's lips brushing gently against his own. "Oh. I guess you do have someone you like, then."
"I'm so sorry!" Akira stood up and went quickly to the other side of the room where he stopped and put his face in his hands. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just got a little excited, I guess."
Hikaru laughed. "Come back over here. You haven't done anything wrong. I was asking my questions to find out if I had a chance."
Akira turned around slowly. "You were?"
Leaning back, Hikaru nodded. "Yeah. I like you. You're a... kindred spirit, I guess they call it. It doesn't hurt that you're gorgeous."
"I look like a girl." Akira's eyebrows furrowed together. "Is that why you like me?"
"You do *not* look like a girl. Geez, why would people think that? The hair? That's stupid. But, no. I like you because you're attractive to me, you're good at go, you're friendly, you're... You're just a lot of things that I like. You even look good in a tie." Hikaru put one foot up to rest it on the opposing knee.
Akira loosened the tie he was wearing. "I'm sure you'd look good in one, too."
"Now, there you'd be wrong. A polo shirt is about all I can manage before looking *so* uncomfortable that people begin to ask me if I'm okay. And, trust me, discomfort is not the best of my looks."
Pulling off the tie, Akira took a few more steps toward Hikaru and slid the cloth over his head, pulling it down and settling it around the other man's neck. "You don't look uncomfortable."
Hikaru breathed deeply. "That's because for some reason I'm not."
Akira took another step closer and then put his hand on Hikaru's foot and pushed it off of his knee. "No. You're not." He put one of his own knees on the bed to Hikaru's side and then followed with the other and perched himself on Hikaru's lap with one of his hands twisted around the tie and the other grasping onto Hikaru's shoulder.
"No." Hikaru's breaths were coming more quickly now and his hands came up from the bed to find their way to Akira's back. "God, you're gorgeous."
Akira pressed himself forward until he could feel the heat of Hikaru's erection against his own. "You're... Oh god, you're wearing too many clothes."
Hikaru nipped at Akira's bottom lip. "And you're the one who couldn't help but add one more."
Letting go of the tie, Akira reached his hands down and grabbed the bottom of Hikaru's shirt, he slowly pulled it up, letting his eyes meander over every inch of the bared flesh. Hikaru grabbed the shirt when Akira got it up to his shoulders and threw it across the room, nearly knocking over a lamp. Akira went to start on the buttons of his own shirt, but Hikaru stopped him and began to unbutton in earnest. Akira wanted to feel shame over his body and how skinny and pale he was, and always had been, but Hikaru's eyes were full of reverence as his fingers spread apart the shirt and slid it off the other man's shoulders and out of his pants and onto the floor.
When Hikaru pressed his lips to Akira's chest, he thought he'd go crazy, especially as the man worked his way up and nuzzled at his neck and nibbled his ear and then his lips. Then they were kissing again and Hikaru's tongue was warring with his own and he was being pulled closer into that delicious, throbbing heat. And then he heard a gasp behind him. "Akira!" Akira's eyes shot wide open and he turned his torso around quickly enough that he felt a muscle in his back pull.
There was his mother standing just inside the door with her eyes full of shock and one hand over her mouth with the other still on the door handle. "Mother." He looked at Hikaru who seemed to be attempting to hide behind Akira's somewhat bony shoulders. "It's, um... This is my friend Hikaru, Mother. We're busy at the moment. I'll introduce you later."
Akira's mother backed out of the room slowly, closing the door behind her. When Akira heard the latch shut, he sighed. "Oh god."
Hikaru cleared his throat. "You know, I think I like it better when people come in to piss when I'm taking a shower."
Akira laughed and slid off Hikaru's lap. "This could get interesting."
"You're going to make me meet her, aren't you?" Hikaru definitely looked uncomfortable now, and Akira could see what he meant about it. He took the tie off Hikaru and undid it before throwing it in his hamper.
"It shouldn't be that bad. She's probably more embarassed than you are."
Hikaru stood up and ran a hand through his hair. "Let me just get my shirt."
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To be continued. ^_~