Backdating: G,O & K: morning after, Pt. 1
This is a little log set the morning after Gakuto decides he's going to be staying at Eiji's house.
It's backdated, NC17 (god) and full of all sorts of inconsistencies: I do realise that they are mucking up their own timeline... that's the problem with RP, isn't it. :P
Rawr, Oishi~!
Oishi woke first, unsure if it had been the faint sunlight or his own eagerness to talk to Kikumaru again that had nudged him out of slumber. He stretched a bit, blinking his eyes to clear his vision as he shifted to one side to face Kikumaru.
As luck would have it, the other man was still sleeping soundly and Oishi took advantage of his sleepy state to observe him as his leisure. He noticed all the physical attributes that merged to make Kikumaru as cute and as handsome as he was. His long eyelashes, widely spaced eyes and perfectly slanted cheekbones. His beautiful mouth, sharp chin and long, graceful neck. A few wisps of red hair tangled in his eyelashes, one lock over his forehead, and Oishi lifted his hand to brush the strands away.
He smiled, realized that he could smell Kikumaru on his skin and thrilled over the knowledge that they'd shared a bed last night - had slept close like lovers did. Looking at Kikumaru made Oishi's heart ache - but it was a good ache.
He knew, then, that this was the image that he wanted to have waiting for him each and every morning when he awoke. For as long as he could imagine.
Kikumaru made an extended grumbling noise in his sleep. Moving his head so as to subconsciously seek the warmth of Oishi's hands, his face fell into the gap made by their two pillows. The sudden pressure on his nose was enough to wake him, and with a huge groan of realisation that it was morning, he shuffled closer to Oishi so as to be hugged.
He tried to pretend he was still asleep so he wouldn't have to get up.
Biting his lip so as not to laugh, Oishi shifted also, sliding an arm beneath Kikumaru's neck and snuggling him close. It was warm beneath the blankets, but even more so with Kikumaru's weight against him. He smiled at the grumpy little noise Kikumaru had made and couldn't resist kissing his forehead when he hugged him.
"We have two choices, sleeping beauty. We can get up together and get the day started, or we can wait here for Gakuto to grow impatient enough to join us."
"I'll leave it up to you."
Kikumaru clung to Oishi with no intention of letting go. He hated getting up, and a warm Oishi in the bed was even more of an incentive to sleep in.
Reversely, though, he didn't think Oishi would be too impressed with his cranky dramatics. He was an adult and (hoped) he could act like one.
"Maybe he can bring me my coffee," He smiled up at Oishi with sleepy eyes. "You know, as payment for lodging on my couch."
He sat up a little as he remembered something. Sleeping Beauty.
"You were singing that last night, weren't you!"
Oishi blushed a little, nosing against Kikumaru's neck and availing himself of his lover's sweet smell. "I may have been...humming it a bit...perhaps."
He kissed the hollow of Kikumaru's throat and hugged him a little tighter. "If Gakuto has to make coffee in return for stealing the couch, what do I have to do to make up for sharing your bed?"
"Oh, well, there's a huge penalty for that," Kikumaru said, shaking his head and laughing a little to let Oishi know that he didn't have to lump himself in the same boat as Gakuto.
"There's something you have to do for every hour you've spent here."
Kikumaru was making it up as he rambled on. He couldn't flirt properly without his coffee. He was tempted to make the punishment 'stay here until Gakuto wakes up' but he felt as though it would more than likely be the afternoon before that happened.
Looping his other arm around Kikumaru's waist, Oishi hauled him closer, rolling to his back to send Kikumaru sprawling over him. He grinned up at him, though he was still blushing a little.
"This sounds ominous. Okay, go ahead, then. Lay it on me."
Kikumaru's hair was rumpled and his eyes were still sleepy. He really was the most beautiful man that Oishi had ever seen.
"No, Oishi, you've got it wrong,"
Kikumaru had been a little shaken out of his sleepy state when he'd been manoeuvred into what was quite a lovely position, and he was beginning to think that Oishi might be a good alternative to coffee for waking him up.
"You have to lay it on me!"
He leant down to kiss Oishi on the mouth, to show him the way, and veered away to plant it on his cheek at the last second.
Kikumaru feared that he had awful morning breath.
"After I brush my teeth."
Oishi clapped a hand over his mouth. He was certain that he no longer tasted like Kikumaru's cinnamon toothpaste and was not about to share kisses until he had perfectly fresh breath.
There was a small - or perhaps not so small - problem with getting up at that exact moment. He wasn't sure if he could get up and walk around Kikumaru's bedroom with the beginnings of a spectacular tent in his pants.
"Mmm," he agreed, words muffled. "Me too."
Kikumaru jumped when Oishi had smacked at hand to his mouth... he was well and truly awake.
"No, Oishi, I wasn't talking about you!" He feared that he'd embarrassed Oishi in an awful start to the day.
"Me! Oh, I bet I taste awful..."
He wriggled out from underneath the blankets in an effort to sit on Oishi's stomach with his legs on either side. He was instantly aware of a problem Oishi seemed to be having.
He bit his lip and tried not to smile too much.
"Oh."
Oishi's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed pink. He was careful not to move and risk embarrassing himself further. He couldn't help it!
"I'm sure you taste fine, Eiji - I mean, nobody's breath is really good in the morning, but it's not a big deal or anything like that. It doesn't make me want to kiss you any less..."
Oishi covered his face with both of his hands and laughed. "I should just shut up."
Sliding himself off Oishi's body so as not to embarrass him, Kikumaru leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his mouth, despite his insecurities that he smelt awful.
"Don't stop talking, Oishi," He said, seeking under the covers for his hand.
"I love hearing what you have to say."
Oishi peeked out from behind his hands and looped an arm around Kikumaru's shoulders. He kissed him again, unable to resist, and twined his fingers through Kikumaru's.
"I think it's probably for the best that I don't say everything that I'm thinking, really."
As Oishi's embarrassment faded, his...interest...did not. "I'm sorry about that - I...usually wake up that way." His eyes were intent when he stared at Kikumaru. "You didn't have to move."
Kikumaru's eyes were soft.
"I'm sorry, I just thought you might want to... some space, I don't know..."
He laid his head on Oishi's shoulder, looking at his jaw, trying to ignore the promising tingles that were steadily growing below his stomach.
"What do you usually do? Do you want a shower? I could make breakfast..."
He pressed a little kiss to Oishi's jaw.
"Tell me what you're thinking?"
Oishi couldn't help smiling as he held Kikumaru against him and petted his hair. He really loved it when Kikumaru snuggled with him this way and it was all he could do not to initiate something a little less innocent. But, truly, holding Kikumaru and listening to him speak was somehow better.
He laughed a little, trying to think of a way to describe 'what he usually did'. He squeezed Kikumaru gently and pressed a kiss to his hair.
"I'm just thinking about you. Don't worry so much about me, Eiji. I'm with you and that makes me quite content."
Chuckling, Kikumaru let out a happy sigh, apparently having decided to stay in bed until external events transpired to move him.
"I'm glad I'm so inspiring," He teased, loving the way that having his hair stroked created a little warm, intimate space between their faces.
He wrapped an arm around Oishi's broad torso and luxuriated in the different textures of skin and cloth.
If ever there was a perfect waking-up scene, he figured that this must have been it.
Slipping one hand beneath Kikumaru's shirt, Oishi stroked his back, wanting any excuse to touch his skin. He was warm and snuggly and he fit so perfectly where he was that Oishi imagined no one else would fit quite so well.
"Definitely inspiring," Oishi agreed, sighing in contentment. "I could get used to this, you know."
Oishi was silent for a moment, feeling Kikumaru's breathing synchronize with his own. He knew that he would have to leave sometime that morning, but wondered if Kikumaru would welcome him back that evening. He was already planning the evening for himself,
Kikumaru and Gakuto, without stopping to think about why it seemed so natural to do so.
Kikumaru let out a long hum of appreciation at the feel of Oishi's hands on his back.
He'd never recalled his nipples being able to tingle in anticipation, but they seemed to be quite adept at it. He wanted nothing more than for Oishi to soothe them with his thumb.
"So could I," He said, looping a languid leg over Oishi's. "I hope you'll come over tonight, at least for dinner. Gakuto'll have to get used to it. And I have some essays to mark, but they shouldn't take long."
Gazing rather adoringly into Oishi's eyes, he took his free hand and kissed it in a mirror of what he'd become so accustomed to Oishi doing.
The look Oishi gave Kikumaru then revealed every emotion that he'd -so far - decided was far too early to reveal. Fingertips straying dangerously close to Kikumaru's delectable bottom, Oishi rubbed his leg against Kikumaru's. He was well on his way to full-mast, but Oishi knew that if he lay with Kikumaru long enough, just talking,
he'd be okay soon enough.
"I'd love to. Actually, I was planning to take care of dinner for you and Gakkun - if he's still here. You can catch up on some work and I'll take care of the rest."
Kikumaru grinned broadly, his face a little pink in the aftermath of being gazed at so intently. Oishi's eyes were stunning... Kikumaru often felt as though they were telling stories.. more then often they were stories full of mystery which had him absolutely intrigued.
"You'd really do that?" He said, pressing the backs of Oishi's fingers to his cheeks. "That sounds so nice... are you sure you don't have any work to do?"
He arched his back instinctively, seeking more heat from Oishi's hand.
"Nothing pressing, really. And dinner will be a snap - we still have plenty of pineapple upside down cake for dessert, remember?"
Tangling their legs together, Oishi couldn't resist sliding his hand down just enough to stroke the swell of Kikumaru's bottom.
"Can I tell you a secret, Eiji?"
Exhaling slowly, Kikumaru snuggled as close to Oishi as he dared, their noses nearly touching.
"Ooh, yes," He breathed, a smile curling his lips.
His heart beat a little faster.
Intending to pull back after stealing a little kiss, Oishi found himself - instead - tugging the other man flush against him and tilting his head to take another. His eyelashes fluttered closed and he rubbed the tip of his nose against Kikumaru's before he began to place soft, light kisses along his cheek toward his ear.
"I love touching you," he whispered, winding his arms around Kikumaru's waist and squeezing his bottom. "Even when I think I shouldn't, I can't help myself."
Making little noises of appreciation and burgeoning excitement, Kikumaru was surprised to find that neither of them seemed to taste that bad at all.
He wrapped a leg around Oishi, bringing their hips into very close contact indeed. It felt very nice in the soft laziness of morning.
"I love you touching me," He breathed, refraining from telling Oishi that the information he'd imparted wasn't exactly a secret. That would only serve to deflate him.
"I think you should do it even when you think you shouldn't."
He wriggled a little to check up on Oishi's progress and to encourage his own.
"Except in front of the students. That'd just be embarrassing."
Oishi moaned softly, holding Kikumaru tight and feeling quite daring for all the squeezing and groping he was doing.
Rubbing against Kikumaru's erection only served to make him feel even more daring and manly and he ran the tips of his toes along Kikumaru's leg.
"Well, of course not at school, Eiji. That would be inappropriate,"
he murmured, nibbling Kikumaru's earlobe. "I think about, though. I can't help it."
Trying to be sneaky and distract Kikumaru with more earlobe nibbling while he toyed with the waistband of Kikumaru's shorts, Oishi made a soft little sound and shifted beneath him.
"That's very daring of you," Kikumaru grinned, biting his lip. His whole body was coming alive... having Oishi being so bold was turning him on in a very interesting way. He loved being tightly pulled close, loved it even more when there was possessiveness to it and it was juxtaposed so nicely against the softness of morning; soft light, soft bedsheets... soft Oishi's skin... soft cloth of his shorts, which were being fiddled with...
Ooh. This was too exciting.
"Very daring indeed," He murmured, deep and low, thinking he sounded dangerous and thrilling.
Oishi's eyes were dark and he was suddenly very serious when he slid his fingertips into Kikumaru's shorts. He *was* daring - and what was more, Kikumaru seemed to really, really like it.
If that low, sexy purr was anything at all to go by; which Oishi was very certain that it was.
Under his shorts, now, Oishi's hands seemed to curve so naturally against Kikumaru's smooth, round butt. He had to catch his breath, Kikumaru felt so good.
“And this? Is this very daring?"
"Very daring."
Oishi was terribly handsome. When he wore expressions like that, so endearingly flushed yet so intense and masculine, Kikumaru couldn't help himself. He instinctively shifted his hips a little, praying to any deity that would listen for some staying power. It was very hard. All he wanted to do was rock with and rub against Oishi until they were both spent.
On any ideal day they'd sleep after that, and then wake in the afternoon and do it all again.
As it was, it was a school day and Kikumaru was very glad they'd woken before his alarm.
He held his breath, wondering what Oishi would do next.
Oishi couldn't bite back the moan that hovered on his lips and gripped Kikumaru harder than he'd intended to when he arched against him.
"Oh, Eiji..." he breathed against Kikumaru's cheek.
What he wanted to convey to Kikumaru was that he'd truly attempted to behave - had tried not to allow himself to become distracted by his pretty eyes and his fine, fine ass - but knew instinctively that there was no way to voice such a sentiment without making himself sound ridiculous.
Lips parted to speak, to kiss, to *something*, Oishi hesitated and when he did, the pounding at the bedroom door startled the living hell out of the both of them.
"Hey! If you two are done playing grabass, breakfast is ready!"
Pressing an ear to the bedroom door, Gakuto listened closely - hoping to hear something good.
"We're going to be late. And I know you hate being late, Oishi-kun!"
"Oh Jesus," Kikumaru swore, burying his face in Oishi's neck. "I'm so sorry."
He lifted his head to call out to Gakuto in as normal a voice as he could muster.
"Have you made breakfast, have you?"
He sought Oishi's gaze so as to ask him what he wanted to do.
Oishi clung to Kikumaru like this was truly their last moment on earth. Too shocked to be embarrassed, Oishi was very much aware that his erection seemed unmoved by Gakuto's loud voice.
Staring up at Kikumaru, Oishi suddenly smiled and planted a kiss directly on his mouth. "I guess we're caught."
Gakuto scratched at the door, voice muffled. "Come on, guys - your cereal will get all soggy."
"Alright, we're coming, we're coming," Kikumaru called, immediately looking down at Oishi wide-eyed and bright red. He prayed to god that Gakuto wouldn't pick him up on that.
"What do you want to do?" He whispered. "Do you want a shower?" He shifted a little, accidentally, and let out a soft noise of desire. Kikumaru didn't want to move, at all.
"Give him five minutes?"
He didn't think he could blush any more.
Moving quickly, Oishi rolled Kikumaru to his back and pressed him back against the pillows.
"Two minutes, Gakkun! We'll be right out!"
Suppressing a little shiver, Oishi buried his face in the curve of Kikumaru's neck and just held him for a moment.
"I'll shower after breakfast. If we let our cereal get all soggy, he'll never forgive us."
He took a deep, steadying breath. "I just need a minute. I'll be fine."
Almost as an afterthought, he added - voice muffled - "Don't move, okay, Eiji? And try not make any of those noises, either."
Kikumaru choked back the sound that had been making its way out of him. He loved being thrown around by men with large, strong hands and when Oishi had yelled out to Gakuto, he had been struck by an overwhelming surge of lust when he'd thought Oishi planned to deal with their states of arousal in a very quick, frantic, sudden and dangerous way.
And then, when Oishi had told him not to make any noise... well, it was almost a pavlovian response. He clamped his mouth shut, closed his eyes and tried not to wriggle too much. He also tried not to imagine what else Oishi might say in those deep tones in the future, as they strengthened their relationship...
"Damn it, Oishi," He breathed, struggling to fight for control of his desire, and to accept the fact that it wasn't going to be dealt with immediately. "You have to do that next time we're alone."
A little taken aback, Oishi lifted his head to stare down at Kikumaru in surprise. Having no real idea what he'd done to elicit such a response, he slid one hand up Kikumaru's hip to settle at his waist.
He could still feel Kikumaru's arousal, heavy against his own, and he was hit suddenly by the incredibly satisfying mental image of spreading Kikumaru's legs and slipping between them. With no clothes on.
Oishi blushed.
"Do what? What should I do?"
Kikumaru turned red in embarrassment.
"Just... turning me over quickly," He said, feeling decidedly lame. Gakuto had better not have been listening.
"I thought you were going to... in two minutes..."
His head throbbed at the thought of it. "Never mind, I'm just being stupid, I need my coffee..."
He hoped, then, that Oishi would separate from him, if only to give him the best chance of a decent recovery before he went out into the kitchen.
The expression on Oishi's face was proof enough that not only had realization set in, it had set in somewhere in the groin area. He gaped at Kikumaru for a couple of heartbeats as Kikumaru's meaning began to register. He'd liked Oishi's forcefulness - wanted it again, in fact.
Oishi's erection twitched against Kikumaru's and he sucked in a little breath, certain that it had not gone unnoticed.
Before he had a chance to ask Kikumaru's permission or decide that he was being very vulgar in light of Gakuto's presence just down the hallway, Oishi ducked his head to take Kikumaru's mouth in a hard, fierce kiss. With one hand busy between them, he tugged his shorts down and rubbed his cock against Kikumaru's - even before he'd managed to get Kikumaru's shorts down.
"Let me?" He whispered, hands trembling a little. Oishi had never experienced such sudden, overwhelming lust - it had completely blindsided him. "I'll be quick."
Kikumaru clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud moan he just couldn't hold back. Surges of lust were rocking through his body; this sort of overwhelming and sudden passion from Oishi was more than just a turn-on. Two minutes might have been an over-estimate.
Now that he had permission, it was as though a barrier had been lifted to his self control.
Undulating his hips as much as he could, he pulled Oishi's head down for another of those desperate kisses and plunged his own hand down beneath the blankets to help facilitate the process and add another sensation to the existing array of heat, damp, soft, hard...
He tried not to make any noise but it was impossibly hard, not when their bare skin was touching in all sorts of places..
Kissing Kikumaru deeply, Oishi rubbed against him, thrusting rhythmically into the channel of Kikumaru's hand as he tightened his fingers around his lover's erection. His every movement was urgent, quick, desperate, and he couldn't touch Kikumaru fast enough or in enough places to satisfy himself. And already he was dangerously close.
He wondered, wildly, how he could have ever thought it would be better to wait. It was never better to wait! Not when he could feel like *this*.
"Eiji," he panted, sucking at Kikumaru's bottom lip and gripping the back of his lover's neck as he balanced himself on his elbow to keep kissing him. "At the same time...come with me..."
"Oh yeah," Kikumaru breathed, feeling the dangerous rush of approaching the edge. He felt like he was going crazy, wanting to feel Oishi everywhere he could... as it was, they'd had to focus their desire, and Kikumaru tightened his grip on Oishi in response to the sensations being wrought on his own length.
"I'm almost..." He murmured into Oish's mouth, seeking to touch as much of their tongues together as he could.
Shifting his position, Oishi knelt over Kikumaru, spreading his thighs with his knees and stroking Kikumaru faster. In this position, he couldn't kiss him as easily, but he could look at him - staring through sleepy, half-closed eyes. Kikumaru was so beautiful when his color was high, flushed and aroused as he was.
Oishi moaned, Kikumaru's name a broken sigh, and he bowed his head as he jerked him faster. "Eiji...I..."
Groaning, Kikumaru felt himself tense, fluid trickling from the head of him. Oishi was so attractive, damned sexy in fact, but having him all sleep-rumpled and manly in bed was...
...going to be addictive, to say the least.
"Now, Oishi, I'm..." He found himself flexing his hips, speeding up his movement, wanting to see Oishi's eyes as he came.
Oishi bit his lip, to stifle the sound he would have made otherwise, and squeezed his eyes closed tight when his orgasm crested. He spilled hot into Kikumaru's hand only a split second before Kikumaru followed him over. He opened his eyes to watch Kikumaru, his own face flushed as his body tensed further.
Even before he'd finished, he collapsed over Kikumaru to lay heavily against him. He was panting hard.
"God, Eiji. No matter how much of you I get, I always want more. How is that?"
"That's love, Oishi," Kikumaru breathed before he could stop himself, his eyes closed to preserve the image of Oishi's eyes gazing too intensely into his own.
He wasn't entirely aware of what he'd said, or the implications of it, caught up in the little waves of aftershock. Breakfast was entirely forgotten.
He slid a hand up to curl into Oishi's hair.
Head turned, clinging to Kikumaru and gathering him close, Oishi nuzzled his neck. He kissed his soft, damp skin, touched his shoulder, his arm.
And tried to calm the beating of his heart. He didn't speak - didn't know what he should say - until he realized that he'd been holding Kikumaru for well over the two minutes he promised Gakuto.
Softly, reverently, he kissed Kikumaru's cheek and then his mouth before shifting to move away. His voice was raspy when he spoke.
"Come on, Eiji. Breakfast awaits."
He kissed him one last time and then he rose, padding into the bathroom and closing the door to wash up.
Eiji was right. It was love.
Kikumaru lay sprawled on the bed, blissed out and absolutely content. After a period of self indulgence, where he marvelled at the softness of the sheets, the brilliance of his orgasm and the general wonder that was Oishi, he quickly realised why they'd had to speed it up in the first place and sprang out of bed.
Grabbing a few tissues to clean up most of the mess, he shed himself of his clothes, threw them in a corner and quickly put on a new pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
Figuring that he would distract Gakuto while Oishi fixed himself up, he threw open the door and made his way to the kitchen, trying not to smile like a moron.
Gakuto was busy pouring juice and adding more cereal to the three bowls on the table. He figured that as long as he kept adding milk, the cereal would absorb it until the two lovebirds decided to grace him with their presence.
Glancing up as Kikumaru entered the kitchen, Gakuto smiled sweetly and held out a glass of juice. "Here you are, Kiku-chan."
Tilting his head and managing to appear bright eyed and beguiling, he took a deep breath. "Nothing like the sweet scent of jizz early in the morning, hm?"
Kikumaru was too caught up in his dreamy, mellow haze of memory and sensation to respond properly to Gakuto's bait.
"I don't know what you're talking about," He said airily, accepting the glass graciously and whirling around on his toes to look for the coffee.
"Sleep well?"
Sooner or later he'd realise that he had, in fact, been terribly rude, instigating a sexual encounter while someone else had been in the apartment. Still too blissed out to care, however, he wore an expression which could only be described as smug.
Sliding into one of the chairs at the table, Gakuto snuck a little glance at Kikumaru before taking a sip of his juice. He looked entirely too happy NOT to have just been felt up.
"I already poured your coffee, idiot - it's right here." Gakuto pointed to the mug on the table. "And I slept fine, I think. I must have been even more exhausted than I thought."
Peering down the hallway, he asked, "Where's Prince Charming?"
"Oh whoops," Tripping a little over a crack in a tile, Kikumaru sat as soon as he could and lifted the mug of brown poison to his lips. It was delicious.
"He's just in the bathroom, cleaning up," He said distractedly, balancing the cup against his lips and admiring the table. Gakuto had put in quite an effort.
"Hey, thanks for all this," He said, gesturing to the array of breakfast foods. "It's really nice to wake up to, I should keep you in here all the time."
Gakuto wrinkled his nose as though Kikumaru's praise annoyed him. Truthfully, those casually spoken words sent a ridiculous little thrill through Gakuto. He'd die before admitting it to anyone else, but Kikumaru would only have to ask once and Gakuto would be his kitchen slut for as long as he wanted.
"Well, I'm no Oishi in the kitchen, but I try."
He was silent for a moment and then he spoke up, quietly. "Thanks. For last night."
Kikumaru waved a hand in dismissal, his mouth full of food.
"Don't worry about it," He said, "just stay as long as you need. Oishi won't mind."
Swallowing with great difficulty, he touched a toe to Gakuto's leg under the table.
"Are you feeling a bit better now?"
Gakuto hooked his foot around Kikumaru's ankle and stuck his tongue out at him. "Yes. Isn't that weird? That all I needed was to be trapped in a cracker box with you?"
He took a bite of cereal and smiled at Kikumaru, but before he could say another word, his gaze lit on Oishi, who was standing just at the end of the hall - standing in shadow - watching Kikumaru intently.
Realizing that he'd been spotted, Oishi forced a smile and stepped into the kitchen. "Morning, Gakkun. You slept well, I trust?"
Gakunto nodded, red hair swinging against his cheeks. "Yep. Like a baby. Kikumaru's sofa is like a home ec project - it's worn to the shape of his bod."
Oishi laughed softly, sparing Kikumaru a little glance before he took the chair across from him. "That's good to hear, right Eiji?"
"Mm, it means his grumpiness factor is drastically lowered," He replied, beaming happily at Oishi, trying to ask him with his eyes if he'd been alright in the bathroom. Kikumaru couldn't recall ever feeling so happy in the morning. He leant across the table to touch his hand to Oishi's.
"Do you want some coffee? Gakuto's made everything,"
From the corner of his eye, Oishi noticed the way Gakuto preened and he wondered if Kikumaru realized just how highly he ranked in Gakuto's regard. He wondered if he should be bothered by it at all.
When Kikumaru touched him, though, and turned all his attention to him, Oishi couldn't think of anything other than how much he'd come to love Kikumaru.
So casually spoken as to almost be an afterthought, Kikumaru's calm statement had been like an arrow in Oishi's heart. Love. What he felt - what he'd been feeling all this time - was love. And it was terrifying.
He squeezed Kikumaru's hand, determined not to let on how unnerved he was, and smiled a little at him. "I'm fine, Eiji. I'm just going to eat and leave a little early so I can swing by my apartment before school."
"Oh... alright, no worries,"
Kikumaru had been anticipating a lovely drive to school, the three of them packed into his little car.
Only now did he begin to come down from his dreamy state of loving feelings when he realised he'd be taking the grotty train with Gakuto instead.
Then again, he figured, Oishi might have wanted some time by himself. A first proper relationship was nothing if a bit intimidating and Kikumaru knew that he often needed time alone to sort things out.
Otherwise, he reasoned, Oishi would have asked them to accompany him there while he retrieved whatever it was he needed to retrieve, or fix, or tend to.
Wouldn't he?
He gave Oishi a warm, encouraging smile and squeezed his hand in return before returning to his bowl of cereal. "Oishi was thinking of making dinner tonight,"
He announced to the room. "I have things to mark, but I'll be able to help wash up."
Gakuto beamed. Dinner tonight? The three of them again? ^____^
"Ne, Oishi - you're the stud with the car; we'll just hitch a ride with you back to your place so you can change clothes. Don't worry, we won't peek, na Kiku-chan?"
Gakuto nudged Kikumaru, plainly indicating that he would definitely peek if the opportunity presented itself.
Kikumaru looked worriedly from Gakuto to Oishi... Gakuto apparently had no idea as to what transpired between them and he felt as though he'd have to stick up for his lover.
"No, it's fine, Gakuto, we'll just take the train... Oishi has stuff he needs to do. Right?" He looked at Oishi with concern, hoping he was doing the right thing.
"He'll take us home, though!" He poked Oishi under the table with his toe, trying to make light of the situation.
Oishi ate quickly, not wanting to hurt Gakuto's feelings by turning his nose up at the soggy cereal he felt obligated to choke down. He felt a little silly, though, hearing Gakuto voice what he'd been debating suggesting in the first place. What kind of boyfriend would he be, sending his lover off to take the train when he could drive him to work, himself?
The bottom line was, though, that he desperately needed some time alone. It wasn't at all that he didn't want to be with Kikumaru, but Oishi's head was still spinning with the gravity of the situation he found himself in. He simply needed to think.
"Of course I'll take you home, Eiji. Are you certain you don't mind catching the train this morning?"
"It's fine, Oishi," Kikumaru gave him a small smile.
"We can take care of ourselves. Plus, I want to get you a chocolate bar."
Wiping his mouth, he looked at the clock. There was still plenty of time.
"We'll have to leave a bit earlier, though. You'd better rug up, though, Gakuto, it's cold in the morning!"
He caught himself wondering what Gakuto was going to have for lunch. He wasn't his mother, for gods sake!
"Hmph," Gakuto mumbled, putting his spoon down and stretching lazily in the chair. His shirt rode up, exposing his belly and he tipped his head back, which exposed his ribs, too.
Scratching his belly idly, he yawned. "Well, whatever. Oishi doesn't love us and I left my good coat at home." He stuck his tongue out at Oishi, who couldn't help smiling at him.
He'd eaten almost all of his cereal, but glanced at the clock over the sink. "Wear one of Eiji's."
Leaning close to Kikumaru, Oishi touched his cheek and brushed a kiss
over his mouth. "You're too good to me, Eiji."
He stood, then, bowing formally to Gakuto. "Thank you for breakfast, Gakkun. I should get out of here now or else I'll be late for school."
He glanced quickly at Kikumaru, looking secretive. He wondered if Kikumaru would walk him to the door.
Kikumaru stood immediately when Oishi motioned to leave the room, tipping back his head to swallow the last of his coffee in one throat-burning gulp.
"I'll let you out," He said with a cheery smile, "Gotta get the mail."
He wanted one last kiss before Oishi left, and to check to see if he was ok. He brushed past him, telling Oishi that he had to get the keys by way of explanation, and made his way to the front door.
Oishi followed Kikumaru out of the kitchen, resting one hand on his hip when they reached the front door. He almost revealed to Kikumaru that he didn't want to leave and that knowing he'd see him at school made him feel better.
Oishi determined that - by tonight - he'd be settled and ready to enjoy all the time with Kikumaru and Gakuto that he could get.
"Are you sure you don't mind going without me, Eiji?"
"Don't worry, Oishi," Kikumaru said with a smile, passing Oishi his jacket, and then smoothing out his collar for him once he'd put it on. He finished the procedure by pressing a little kiss to Oishi's mouth.
"We'll be fine. And I'll see you at school, or at worst, tonight."
He didn't feel that any further elaboration was necessary, on anything... that would come later, if it had to. He was still in a bit of a haze, and rather impervious to the world, though he could sense something a little off in his partner. He figured that just smiling was the perfect antidote to that at this point in time.
Oishi stood near the doorway and allowed Kikumaru to smooth his jacket and make him presentable. He kissed Oishi goodbye and smiled up at him with no expectation and no pressure and Oishi felt something give inside him.
He wanted to do this, go through the motions of this sort of scenario, every single day for the rest of his life. That he could recognize such a desire went a long way toward feeling less conflicted.
Leaning in to take another kiss from Kikumaru, even going so far as to slide his arms around him and envelop him in a quick hug, Oishi smiled back. "I'm sure I'll find a way to see you before school is out."
Looking a little bashful, he smoothed Kikumaru's hair back and watched it spring back into place. "Thank you for this morning. It was..." he trailed off there, unable to think of a way to tell Kikumaru that he had truly enjoyed what had happened between them.
"I should be thanking you," Kikumaru smiled devilishly, delighting in the quick, warm hug.
"No, seriously, Oishi..." Kikumaru had no way to phrase it either. "I.. just..."
Feeling suddenly odd, Kikumaru reached forward and took Oishi's hand. They were just saying goodbye, for god's sake, but he found himself not wanting to let Oishi go. He told himself to grow up and stop acting like a girl. He'd see Oishi at school, anyway.
"I can't wait to see you again," He finished happily, smiling. He was doing a lot of that, lately.
Hugging him once more, Oishi kissed Kikumaru's cheek before reluctantly letting him go. "Okay. I should go before I'm tempted to rumple you up a little more. Truthfully, I'd rather do that in private."
He laughed, squeezing Kikumaru's hand when he called out to Gakuto.
"See you this afternoon, Gakkun!"
Slurping the last of his coffee, Gakuto responded dryly, "I'll be counting the minutes. Don't forget your seatbelt. Love and kisses!"
Oishi shook his head, smiling, and blew Kikumaru a kiss just before he slipped outside.
Smiling and laughing, Kikumaru watched over the walls of the apartment balcony as Oishi made his way down to his car. Once he was inside, Kikumaru closed the door and ambled his way back to the kitchen to help Gakuto clean up.
He was humming. He never hummed.
Having given up on kitchen activities, Gakuto was lounging on the sofa. He was lazy full and irritated that he'd received no good morning kisses. He'd also not received any goodbye kisses or any 'thanks for breakfast' kisses or any 'you sure are cute in the morning, Gakuto' kisses. He was doing his level best not to pout.
And he was failing.
He could hear Kikumaru humming like a lovesick nut as he came through the kitchen and Gakuto frowned. He'd been up for two hours - cleaning up, fixing his hair, making himself pretty - and he knew he wouldn't be getting any kisses.
"Where have you gone, nutcase?" Kikumaru called, finding no Gakuto in the kitchen. Seeing the top of his head peeking out from behind the sofa, Kikumaru poured himself another round of coffee (searching in the fridge to add a dollop of cream to it) and went to join him in the living room.
He had to tell someone how great Oishi was before he exploded. Sitting back against the sofa next to Gakuto with a long extended exhalation, Kikumaru switched on the television and waited for Gakuto to tell him how happy he looked.
Gakuto stared at Kikumaru for long moments - he was pretty and shiny and looked too happy by half. Gakuto wanted to knock him down a peg or two, but couldn't bring himself to say a cross word to him.
Love sucked. Alot.
He nudged Kikumaru with his foot and frowned at him. "You stink."
Immediately affronted, Kikumaru gazed at Gakuto incredulously.
"What?" It was a little while before he realised Gakuto wasn't speaking literally and was only half-glad that he didn't seem to be aware of his earlier encounter with Oishi.
He kind of wanted to tell him all about it.
"I do not. Still, though, I can't return the insult. Breakfast was fantastic."
Despite his determination to be completely unbearable, Gakuto couldn't help smiling. Kikumaru was so fucking cute when he looked all surprised and ruffled. It made Gakuto want to suck him dry.
Or something.
"Told you I was a prize. Too bad you didn't believe me."
He was silent for a moment, watching Kikumaru sip his coffee and practically bounce in place. If Gakuto hadn't been so jealous, he'd have thought it was adorable. He nudged Kikumaru again, barely a touch, and quirked a brow at him. "You love him. Say it."
Looking at Gakuto with his mouth parted, Kikumaru was a little taken aback, not by his challenge but by how clear everything seemed and how easy it was to answer.
"Yeah... I guess I do."
He bit the side of his mug, trying not to smile too hard.
When Gakuto named it like that... Kikumaru had to agree. He felt so happy and warm, a real feeling of fullness, that it just had to be love. It couldn't be anything else. Doing something so stupid as saying goodbye at the door and helping Oishi into his jacket had made him so delighted; he couldn't wait to do it again. And again. And the day after that. It made him ache a little.
Tilting his head, resting it on on one small, curled fist, Gakuto watched Kikumaru's expression shift into something dreamy and soft.
Never in all his life had he experienced an emotion like the one he felt when faced with that look. He couldn't name it and didn't want to try - it hurt too much.
"He knows. Did you notice how tense he was this morning? Whatever you did to him last night -," he paused, gaze pointed and heavy with meaning, "or this morning - gave it away."
Gakuto rolled to one side, not taking his eyes off of Kikumaru.
"You'd better love him. It's too late to take it back."
Gakuto sighed. He wanted to curl up into a ball and refuse to speak again until Kikumaru promised that he wouldn't get rid of him just because he had the perfect boyfriend.
And Oishi was perfect. Gakuto didn't bother lying to himself on that score.
Kikumaru looked up at Gakuto, his mind too occupied elsewhere to notice Gakuto's unusual body language.
"I thought something was a bit strange... I just thought he needed some time alone. Is it really that obvious? Does he really know?"
Suddenly a little concerned, Kikumaru hoped Oishi knew just how much he cared for him - loved him. The word came so easy now. He knew Oishi was smitten and only now could he see just how much.
"I'll go and see him at recess, or something," He said, wanting to send Oishi a text message to reassure him.
"It was a bit... well. Intense," He said, grinning suddenly at Gakuto. He was so proud of them.
"Take him some lunch. And a kiss, or...something."
Gakuto smiled back, though it hurt his face to bother. He wanted to break things and have tantrums and demand that Kikumaru find a little tiny corner of his heart to offer to Gakuto. But under all that, was a bit of genuine happiness - not only for Kikumaru, but for Oishi, too. They were so in love, it was so easy to see. And they both deserved it.
Kikumaru wanted to brag, wanted to girltalk. Gakuto knew that he would be unable to deny him. "Intense, huh? Well, are you going to tell me about it or do you want me to guess?"
Leaning over, with mischievous eyes, Kikumaru cupped his chin in his hands and fixed Gakuto with a pointed stare.
"Do you really wanna know?"
Laughing softly to himself, Kikumaru felt as though spilling all would be a break of Oishi's trust somehow, or a betrayal in some sense. He could skip the details, though. There wasn't anything wrong with wanting to talk about how good Oishi was, was there?
"You know how he gets all blushy and cute and sweet? Well, just imagine that he's like that, and then all of a sudden he gets full on- like intense and passionate and... whoa. He's got this amazing person inside that just sort of ... comes out."
Having witnessed Oishi's dominance first hand - only last night, in fact - Gakuto had very little trouble imagining him just as Kikumaru described. It was something that Gakuto would dearly love to witness.
Just thinking about it had his thoughts drifting. Drifting to someplace where Oishi and Kikumaru were engaged in all manner of debauchery and Gakuto was allowed to watch every beautiful, tantalizing second.
Gakuto licked his lips and edged a little closer to Kikumaru. "Did you guys have sex? God, tell me everything."
Kikumaru blushed, wide-eyed.
"No, n-not sex... you were right, he's never really... done... well, much at all. Not that it matters."
He cradled his mug in his hands, crossing his legs.
"We just.. well, we went shopping after school a few nights ago and didn't really get past the hallway. You'd never be able to tell he'd never kissed too much before. He puts his hand right here..."
Kikumaru indicated his arse, shivering once.
"It just makes me feel so good."
Gakuto shifted a bit closer, a little closer than Kikumaru might have been comfortable with, and twined a lock of Kikumaru's hair around his fingers.
He smelled like warm sheets and coffee and cream and Gakuto wanted to close the distance and taste him for himself. Of course, he didn't.
"So he likes to feel your ass, hm? No real surprise there, Kiku-chan," he trailed off, peering around Kikumaru for a glimpse of his butt. "You've got a really great ass."
Sidling up to him again, Gakuto smiled, that secret, cajoling smile of his. "How far have you gone with him?" He made a little cross over his heart. "I won't tell."
Leaning back a little, Kikumaru frowned.
"You like my arse?"
Ignoring the implications of that statement was far easier than thinking about them, especially when Kikumaru wanted to talk Oishi.
"We've... you know. Messed around. Although this morning was the first time I properly touched hi-"
Kikumaru clapped his hand to his mouth. His voice was muffled from behind it - "Whoops."
His eyes told the story that he wasn't entirely apologetic.
Gakuto's eyes widened. Setting the trap was easy - Kikumaru loved a good bit of gossip - and Gakuto was dying to know all the juicy details. They'd have to hold him for awhile.
"Kiku, you slut. You should be ashamed of yourself."
The conspiratorial smile on his lips quite belied his words and he had to muffle a little giggle behind his own hand before he continued.
"I'm dying to know. How big is it?"
Gakuto was certain that Oishi had to be pretty impressive. Otherwise Kikumaru wouldn't look so excited. A boy just didn't get that worked up over a teeny weenie.
Kikumaru grinned at Gakuto, taking a leisurely sip from his mug.
"Oh, I don't know. He's alright. It's probably not something I should go spreading around, you know? Oishi has his rights."
Tapping his fingernail against the mug so that the repetitive clinking sound rang loud in the silence, Kikumaru quickly gave up on being coy. He leant in eagerly.
"It's huge!"
Leaning in until their noses were practically touching, Gakuto giggled and clasped the back of Kikumaru's neck. "I knew it! You can kinda
tell, you know? With those tight pants of his. Ugh, you lucky whore."
He flopped backwards, flinging an arm over his eyes and groaning.
Just as quickly, he peeked up at Kikumaru again. "If you tell me you haven't sucked him off, I'll hit you."
Turning red and shifting away a little, Kikumaru stared into his mug.
"It's still very new, you know... like, it all happened very fast. I haven't really had the chance yet, to... you know. Take it further. I want to though. So much. He's just... beautiful."
Kikumaru was silent then, gazing into the mug, yet obviously seeing elsewhere, sorting through his memories.
Gakuto sighed, crawling over to Kikumaru to lay his head in his friend's lap. Curling his fingers around Kikumaru's knee, Gakuto was silent for a moment. That Kikumaru could speak of Oishi that way - with that much love and awe in his voice - it made Gakuto think even more highly of him.
He'd never seen love this real. Had never been this close to it.
Never felt it - until now.
*So are you, Eiji. I hope you can see that.*
"It'll happen. I'm teasing you, anyways. You're not me. If you acted like anyone other than you, it wouldn't be real for Oishi."
Patting Kikumaru's knee, he reluctantly eased away from him to stand.
"I'm happy for you, Eiji. Seriously."
Kikumaru couldn't ignore it now. He was always 'Kiku' or 'moron' or 'goof' or 'darling', never 'Eiji'. It touched him, deeply, but made him concerned at the same time.
"Thanks, Gakkun," He said, holding out his hand so as to be pulled up from the couch. "You've been really good to us, you know. Are you feeling better?"
Tugging his friend to his feet, it was too easy to pull him into a hug. Gakuto clung to him, even when he hadn't meant to, and buried his face against Kikumaru's shoulder.
"Yeah. I feel pretty good, I guess."
He didn't ask if he could stay. Kikumaru had already hinted that he could. The less they spoke about it, Gakuto figured, the better off he'd be.
"I feel better with you guys. I feel...normal. It's a nice change."
"That's good," Kikumaru said, trying to pretend he hadn't gasped upon being pulled into a hug, or experienced a sudden rush of... something. Some strange feeling.
He put his nose against Gakuto's hair, which smelt of his own shampoo. It made Kikumaru feel a little odd, a little inappropriate, and he pulled away, trying to stay cheerful.
"We'd better get ready or we'll be late. Do you have clothes that aren't the ones you wore yesterday? I think you'd be sent home if you wore those."
Gakuto's expression, when he looked up at Kikumaru, was practically unreadable. He held his gaze for a few moments and then offered him a little smile.
"I brought a few things, never fear."
He released Kikumaru, covering up his previous neediness with a little stretch and a much more familiar swagger. As he headed toward the bathroom, he glanced over his shoulder at Kikumaru.
"Lunch is in the fridge, you wanna pack it up while I get dressed?"
Kikumaru hauled open the refrigerator door, calling out to Gakuto in an incredulous voice, "You made lunch too?!"
And so he had. Little bento boxes, with pockets of vegetables and rice and a little sweet in the corner of each one, for dessert.
Kikumaru wasn't only concerned, now, but suspicious.
"You didn't have to do this, Gakuto!" He yelled out. "They're totally cute, but really!"
He packed them into a little bag and studied them closely, scratching his hipbone.
Already shimmying into his clothing, Gakuto snorted. "Beh! They're not cute, Kikumaru. It's just FOOD!" he called out.
He hurriedly brushed his teeth and his hair - again - and emerged from the bathroom dressed in loose white pants, a long sleeved blue button up and a white knit vest. He looked conservative and demure. Hewasn't sure how he felt about the outfit, but he doubted Oishi or Kikumaru would be half as impressed by him if he were dressed like a tramp.
Pouty and dramatic, he folded his arms across his chest and observed Kikumaru. "I put a little flower in Oishi's. You can pretend it's
from you."
"I thought it was for me," Kikumaru said, his voice trailing off and growing softer as he said it, realising his mistake.
Good one.
Staring at Gakuto, he ceased to scratch his hip and tugged his pants up, a little self consciously. "Are those my clothes?"
Until Kikumaru had stopped caressing his hip, Gakuto had been unable to stop staring. When Kikumaru moved to tug his pants up, though, Gakuto snapped his mouth shut and straightened visibly to smooth down the front of his vest.
"No, they're not yours!" And then, softer, as he stepped closer to Kikumaru, "Do I look funny?"
"No," Kikumaru said, licking his lips, dry sudddenly. "You don't look funny at all."
Unnerved, Kikumaru took a step backwards, occupying himself by putting the bag of boxes into another, slightly larger bag. The strange tenderness between them was unsettling him.
"I'd better go and change. Do... do I look funny?"
When Kikumaru's back was turned, Gakuto advanced on him, pausing to stand just at his back.
Standing close when Kikumaru turned to face him again, Gakuto tilted his head and smiled a little. "Of course you don't look funny. But you're not dressed for work yet, so ask me again when you're done."
Before Kikumaru had a chance to move around him, Gakuto held up a small flower - similar to the one he'd seen in Oishi's bento - and gazed intently at him. "And I don't need to hide your flowers in a lunchbox. I can just give them to you, myself, can't I?"
It's backdated, NC17 (god) and full of all sorts of inconsistencies: I do realise that they are mucking up their own timeline... that's the problem with RP, isn't it. :P
Rawr, Oishi~!
Oishi woke first, unsure if it had been the faint sunlight or his own eagerness to talk to Kikumaru again that had nudged him out of slumber. He stretched a bit, blinking his eyes to clear his vision as he shifted to one side to face Kikumaru.
As luck would have it, the other man was still sleeping soundly and Oishi took advantage of his sleepy state to observe him as his leisure. He noticed all the physical attributes that merged to make Kikumaru as cute and as handsome as he was. His long eyelashes, widely spaced eyes and perfectly slanted cheekbones. His beautiful mouth, sharp chin and long, graceful neck. A few wisps of red hair tangled in his eyelashes, one lock over his forehead, and Oishi lifted his hand to brush the strands away.
He smiled, realized that he could smell Kikumaru on his skin and thrilled over the knowledge that they'd shared a bed last night - had slept close like lovers did. Looking at Kikumaru made Oishi's heart ache - but it was a good ache.
He knew, then, that this was the image that he wanted to have waiting for him each and every morning when he awoke. For as long as he could imagine.
Kikumaru made an extended grumbling noise in his sleep. Moving his head so as to subconsciously seek the warmth of Oishi's hands, his face fell into the gap made by their two pillows. The sudden pressure on his nose was enough to wake him, and with a huge groan of realisation that it was morning, he shuffled closer to Oishi so as to be hugged.
He tried to pretend he was still asleep so he wouldn't have to get up.
Biting his lip so as not to laugh, Oishi shifted also, sliding an arm beneath Kikumaru's neck and snuggling him close. It was warm beneath the blankets, but even more so with Kikumaru's weight against him. He smiled at the grumpy little noise Kikumaru had made and couldn't resist kissing his forehead when he hugged him.
"We have two choices, sleeping beauty. We can get up together and get the day started, or we can wait here for Gakuto to grow impatient enough to join us."
"I'll leave it up to you."
Kikumaru clung to Oishi with no intention of letting go. He hated getting up, and a warm Oishi in the bed was even more of an incentive to sleep in.
Reversely, though, he didn't think Oishi would be too impressed with his cranky dramatics. He was an adult and (hoped) he could act like one.
"Maybe he can bring me my coffee," He smiled up at Oishi with sleepy eyes. "You know, as payment for lodging on my couch."
He sat up a little as he remembered something. Sleeping Beauty.
"You were singing that last night, weren't you!"
Oishi blushed a little, nosing against Kikumaru's neck and availing himself of his lover's sweet smell. "I may have been...humming it a bit...perhaps."
He kissed the hollow of Kikumaru's throat and hugged him a little tighter. "If Gakuto has to make coffee in return for stealing the couch, what do I have to do to make up for sharing your bed?"
"Oh, well, there's a huge penalty for that," Kikumaru said, shaking his head and laughing a little to let Oishi know that he didn't have to lump himself in the same boat as Gakuto.
"There's something you have to do for every hour you've spent here."
Kikumaru was making it up as he rambled on. He couldn't flirt properly without his coffee. He was tempted to make the punishment 'stay here until Gakuto wakes up' but he felt as though it would more than likely be the afternoon before that happened.
Looping his other arm around Kikumaru's waist, Oishi hauled him closer, rolling to his back to send Kikumaru sprawling over him. He grinned up at him, though he was still blushing a little.
"This sounds ominous. Okay, go ahead, then. Lay it on me."
Kikumaru's hair was rumpled and his eyes were still sleepy. He really was the most beautiful man that Oishi had ever seen.
"No, Oishi, you've got it wrong,"
Kikumaru had been a little shaken out of his sleepy state when he'd been manoeuvred into what was quite a lovely position, and he was beginning to think that Oishi might be a good alternative to coffee for waking him up.
"You have to lay it on me!"
He leant down to kiss Oishi on the mouth, to show him the way, and veered away to plant it on his cheek at the last second.
Kikumaru feared that he had awful morning breath.
"After I brush my teeth."
Oishi clapped a hand over his mouth. He was certain that he no longer tasted like Kikumaru's cinnamon toothpaste and was not about to share kisses until he had perfectly fresh breath.
There was a small - or perhaps not so small - problem with getting up at that exact moment. He wasn't sure if he could get up and walk around Kikumaru's bedroom with the beginnings of a spectacular tent in his pants.
"Mmm," he agreed, words muffled. "Me too."
Kikumaru jumped when Oishi had smacked at hand to his mouth... he was well and truly awake.
"No, Oishi, I wasn't talking about you!" He feared that he'd embarrassed Oishi in an awful start to the day.
"Me! Oh, I bet I taste awful..."
He wriggled out from underneath the blankets in an effort to sit on Oishi's stomach with his legs on either side. He was instantly aware of a problem Oishi seemed to be having.
He bit his lip and tried not to smile too much.
"Oh."
Oishi's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed pink. He was careful not to move and risk embarrassing himself further. He couldn't help it!
"I'm sure you taste fine, Eiji - I mean, nobody's breath is really good in the morning, but it's not a big deal or anything like that. It doesn't make me want to kiss you any less..."
Oishi covered his face with both of his hands and laughed. "I should just shut up."
Sliding himself off Oishi's body so as not to embarrass him, Kikumaru leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his mouth, despite his insecurities that he smelt awful.
"Don't stop talking, Oishi," He said, seeking under the covers for his hand.
"I love hearing what you have to say."
Oishi peeked out from behind his hands and looped an arm around Kikumaru's shoulders. He kissed him again, unable to resist, and twined his fingers through Kikumaru's.
"I think it's probably for the best that I don't say everything that I'm thinking, really."
As Oishi's embarrassment faded, his...interest...did not. "I'm sorry about that - I...usually wake up that way." His eyes were intent when he stared at Kikumaru. "You didn't have to move."
Kikumaru's eyes were soft.
"I'm sorry, I just thought you might want to... some space, I don't know..."
He laid his head on Oishi's shoulder, looking at his jaw, trying to ignore the promising tingles that were steadily growing below his stomach.
"What do you usually do? Do you want a shower? I could make breakfast..."
He pressed a little kiss to Oishi's jaw.
"Tell me what you're thinking?"
Oishi couldn't help smiling as he held Kikumaru against him and petted his hair. He really loved it when Kikumaru snuggled with him this way and it was all he could do not to initiate something a little less innocent. But, truly, holding Kikumaru and listening to him speak was somehow better.
He laughed a little, trying to think of a way to describe 'what he usually did'. He squeezed Kikumaru gently and pressed a kiss to his hair.
"I'm just thinking about you. Don't worry so much about me, Eiji. I'm with you and that makes me quite content."
Chuckling, Kikumaru let out a happy sigh, apparently having decided to stay in bed until external events transpired to move him.
"I'm glad I'm so inspiring," He teased, loving the way that having his hair stroked created a little warm, intimate space between their faces.
He wrapped an arm around Oishi's broad torso and luxuriated in the different textures of skin and cloth.
If ever there was a perfect waking-up scene, he figured that this must have been it.
Slipping one hand beneath Kikumaru's shirt, Oishi stroked his back, wanting any excuse to touch his skin. He was warm and snuggly and he fit so perfectly where he was that Oishi imagined no one else would fit quite so well.
"Definitely inspiring," Oishi agreed, sighing in contentment. "I could get used to this, you know."
Oishi was silent for a moment, feeling Kikumaru's breathing synchronize with his own. He knew that he would have to leave sometime that morning, but wondered if Kikumaru would welcome him back that evening. He was already planning the evening for himself,
Kikumaru and Gakuto, without stopping to think about why it seemed so natural to do so.
Kikumaru let out a long hum of appreciation at the feel of Oishi's hands on his back.
He'd never recalled his nipples being able to tingle in anticipation, but they seemed to be quite adept at it. He wanted nothing more than for Oishi to soothe them with his thumb.
"So could I," He said, looping a languid leg over Oishi's. "I hope you'll come over tonight, at least for dinner. Gakuto'll have to get used to it. And I have some essays to mark, but they shouldn't take long."
Gazing rather adoringly into Oishi's eyes, he took his free hand and kissed it in a mirror of what he'd become so accustomed to Oishi doing.
The look Oishi gave Kikumaru then revealed every emotion that he'd -so far - decided was far too early to reveal. Fingertips straying dangerously close to Kikumaru's delectable bottom, Oishi rubbed his leg against Kikumaru's. He was well on his way to full-mast, but Oishi knew that if he lay with Kikumaru long enough, just talking,
he'd be okay soon enough.
"I'd love to. Actually, I was planning to take care of dinner for you and Gakkun - if he's still here. You can catch up on some work and I'll take care of the rest."
Kikumaru grinned broadly, his face a little pink in the aftermath of being gazed at so intently. Oishi's eyes were stunning... Kikumaru often felt as though they were telling stories.. more then often they were stories full of mystery which had him absolutely intrigued.
"You'd really do that?" He said, pressing the backs of Oishi's fingers to his cheeks. "That sounds so nice... are you sure you don't have any work to do?"
He arched his back instinctively, seeking more heat from Oishi's hand.
"Nothing pressing, really. And dinner will be a snap - we still have plenty of pineapple upside down cake for dessert, remember?"
Tangling their legs together, Oishi couldn't resist sliding his hand down just enough to stroke the swell of Kikumaru's bottom.
"Can I tell you a secret, Eiji?"
Exhaling slowly, Kikumaru snuggled as close to Oishi as he dared, their noses nearly touching.
"Ooh, yes," He breathed, a smile curling his lips.
His heart beat a little faster.
Intending to pull back after stealing a little kiss, Oishi found himself - instead - tugging the other man flush against him and tilting his head to take another. His eyelashes fluttered closed and he rubbed the tip of his nose against Kikumaru's before he began to place soft, light kisses along his cheek toward his ear.
"I love touching you," he whispered, winding his arms around Kikumaru's waist and squeezing his bottom. "Even when I think I shouldn't, I can't help myself."
Making little noises of appreciation and burgeoning excitement, Kikumaru was surprised to find that neither of them seemed to taste that bad at all.
He wrapped a leg around Oishi, bringing their hips into very close contact indeed. It felt very nice in the soft laziness of morning.
"I love you touching me," He breathed, refraining from telling Oishi that the information he'd imparted wasn't exactly a secret. That would only serve to deflate him.
"I think you should do it even when you think you shouldn't."
He wriggled a little to check up on Oishi's progress and to encourage his own.
"Except in front of the students. That'd just be embarrassing."
Oishi moaned softly, holding Kikumaru tight and feeling quite daring for all the squeezing and groping he was doing.
Rubbing against Kikumaru's erection only served to make him feel even more daring and manly and he ran the tips of his toes along Kikumaru's leg.
"Well, of course not at school, Eiji. That would be inappropriate,"
he murmured, nibbling Kikumaru's earlobe. "I think about, though. I can't help it."
Trying to be sneaky and distract Kikumaru with more earlobe nibbling while he toyed with the waistband of Kikumaru's shorts, Oishi made a soft little sound and shifted beneath him.
"That's very daring of you," Kikumaru grinned, biting his lip. His whole body was coming alive... having Oishi being so bold was turning him on in a very interesting way. He loved being tightly pulled close, loved it even more when there was possessiveness to it and it was juxtaposed so nicely against the softness of morning; soft light, soft bedsheets... soft Oishi's skin... soft cloth of his shorts, which were being fiddled with...
Ooh. This was too exciting.
"Very daring indeed," He murmured, deep and low, thinking he sounded dangerous and thrilling.
Oishi's eyes were dark and he was suddenly very serious when he slid his fingertips into Kikumaru's shorts. He *was* daring - and what was more, Kikumaru seemed to really, really like it.
If that low, sexy purr was anything at all to go by; which Oishi was very certain that it was.
Under his shorts, now, Oishi's hands seemed to curve so naturally against Kikumaru's smooth, round butt. He had to catch his breath, Kikumaru felt so good.
“And this? Is this very daring?"
"Very daring."
Oishi was terribly handsome. When he wore expressions like that, so endearingly flushed yet so intense and masculine, Kikumaru couldn't help himself. He instinctively shifted his hips a little, praying to any deity that would listen for some staying power. It was very hard. All he wanted to do was rock with and rub against Oishi until they were both spent.
On any ideal day they'd sleep after that, and then wake in the afternoon and do it all again.
As it was, it was a school day and Kikumaru was very glad they'd woken before his alarm.
He held his breath, wondering what Oishi would do next.
Oishi couldn't bite back the moan that hovered on his lips and gripped Kikumaru harder than he'd intended to when he arched against him.
"Oh, Eiji..." he breathed against Kikumaru's cheek.
What he wanted to convey to Kikumaru was that he'd truly attempted to behave - had tried not to allow himself to become distracted by his pretty eyes and his fine, fine ass - but knew instinctively that there was no way to voice such a sentiment without making himself sound ridiculous.
Lips parted to speak, to kiss, to *something*, Oishi hesitated and when he did, the pounding at the bedroom door startled the living hell out of the both of them.
"Hey! If you two are done playing grabass, breakfast is ready!"
Pressing an ear to the bedroom door, Gakuto listened closely - hoping to hear something good.
"We're going to be late. And I know you hate being late, Oishi-kun!"
"Oh Jesus," Kikumaru swore, burying his face in Oishi's neck. "I'm so sorry."
He lifted his head to call out to Gakuto in as normal a voice as he could muster.
"Have you made breakfast, have you?"
He sought Oishi's gaze so as to ask him what he wanted to do.
Oishi clung to Kikumaru like this was truly their last moment on earth. Too shocked to be embarrassed, Oishi was very much aware that his erection seemed unmoved by Gakuto's loud voice.
Staring up at Kikumaru, Oishi suddenly smiled and planted a kiss directly on his mouth. "I guess we're caught."
Gakuto scratched at the door, voice muffled. "Come on, guys - your cereal will get all soggy."
"Alright, we're coming, we're coming," Kikumaru called, immediately looking down at Oishi wide-eyed and bright red. He prayed to god that Gakuto wouldn't pick him up on that.
"What do you want to do?" He whispered. "Do you want a shower?" He shifted a little, accidentally, and let out a soft noise of desire. Kikumaru didn't want to move, at all.
"Give him five minutes?"
He didn't think he could blush any more.
Moving quickly, Oishi rolled Kikumaru to his back and pressed him back against the pillows.
"Two minutes, Gakkun! We'll be right out!"
Suppressing a little shiver, Oishi buried his face in the curve of Kikumaru's neck and just held him for a moment.
"I'll shower after breakfast. If we let our cereal get all soggy, he'll never forgive us."
He took a deep, steadying breath. "I just need a minute. I'll be fine."
Almost as an afterthought, he added - voice muffled - "Don't move, okay, Eiji? And try not make any of those noises, either."
Kikumaru choked back the sound that had been making its way out of him. He loved being thrown around by men with large, strong hands and when Oishi had yelled out to Gakuto, he had been struck by an overwhelming surge of lust when he'd thought Oishi planned to deal with their states of arousal in a very quick, frantic, sudden and dangerous way.
And then, when Oishi had told him not to make any noise... well, it was almost a pavlovian response. He clamped his mouth shut, closed his eyes and tried not to wriggle too much. He also tried not to imagine what else Oishi might say in those deep tones in the future, as they strengthened their relationship...
"Damn it, Oishi," He breathed, struggling to fight for control of his desire, and to accept the fact that it wasn't going to be dealt with immediately. "You have to do that next time we're alone."
A little taken aback, Oishi lifted his head to stare down at Kikumaru in surprise. Having no real idea what he'd done to elicit such a response, he slid one hand up Kikumaru's hip to settle at his waist.
He could still feel Kikumaru's arousal, heavy against his own, and he was hit suddenly by the incredibly satisfying mental image of spreading Kikumaru's legs and slipping between them. With no clothes on.
Oishi blushed.
"Do what? What should I do?"
Kikumaru turned red in embarrassment.
"Just... turning me over quickly," He said, feeling decidedly lame. Gakuto had better not have been listening.
"I thought you were going to... in two minutes..."
His head throbbed at the thought of it. "Never mind, I'm just being stupid, I need my coffee..."
He hoped, then, that Oishi would separate from him, if only to give him the best chance of a decent recovery before he went out into the kitchen.
The expression on Oishi's face was proof enough that not only had realization set in, it had set in somewhere in the groin area. He gaped at Kikumaru for a couple of heartbeats as Kikumaru's meaning began to register. He'd liked Oishi's forcefulness - wanted it again, in fact.
Oishi's erection twitched against Kikumaru's and he sucked in a little breath, certain that it had not gone unnoticed.
Before he had a chance to ask Kikumaru's permission or decide that he was being very vulgar in light of Gakuto's presence just down the hallway, Oishi ducked his head to take Kikumaru's mouth in a hard, fierce kiss. With one hand busy between them, he tugged his shorts down and rubbed his cock against Kikumaru's - even before he'd managed to get Kikumaru's shorts down.
"Let me?" He whispered, hands trembling a little. Oishi had never experienced such sudden, overwhelming lust - it had completely blindsided him. "I'll be quick."
Kikumaru clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud moan he just couldn't hold back. Surges of lust were rocking through his body; this sort of overwhelming and sudden passion from Oishi was more than just a turn-on. Two minutes might have been an over-estimate.
Now that he had permission, it was as though a barrier had been lifted to his self control.
Undulating his hips as much as he could, he pulled Oishi's head down for another of those desperate kisses and plunged his own hand down beneath the blankets to help facilitate the process and add another sensation to the existing array of heat, damp, soft, hard...
He tried not to make any noise but it was impossibly hard, not when their bare skin was touching in all sorts of places..
Kissing Kikumaru deeply, Oishi rubbed against him, thrusting rhythmically into the channel of Kikumaru's hand as he tightened his fingers around his lover's erection. His every movement was urgent, quick, desperate, and he couldn't touch Kikumaru fast enough or in enough places to satisfy himself. And already he was dangerously close.
He wondered, wildly, how he could have ever thought it would be better to wait. It was never better to wait! Not when he could feel like *this*.
"Eiji," he panted, sucking at Kikumaru's bottom lip and gripping the back of his lover's neck as he balanced himself on his elbow to keep kissing him. "At the same time...come with me..."
"Oh yeah," Kikumaru breathed, feeling the dangerous rush of approaching the edge. He felt like he was going crazy, wanting to feel Oishi everywhere he could... as it was, they'd had to focus their desire, and Kikumaru tightened his grip on Oishi in response to the sensations being wrought on his own length.
"I'm almost..." He murmured into Oish's mouth, seeking to touch as much of their tongues together as he could.
Shifting his position, Oishi knelt over Kikumaru, spreading his thighs with his knees and stroking Kikumaru faster. In this position, he couldn't kiss him as easily, but he could look at him - staring through sleepy, half-closed eyes. Kikumaru was so beautiful when his color was high, flushed and aroused as he was.
Oishi moaned, Kikumaru's name a broken sigh, and he bowed his head as he jerked him faster. "Eiji...I..."
Groaning, Kikumaru felt himself tense, fluid trickling from the head of him. Oishi was so attractive, damned sexy in fact, but having him all sleep-rumpled and manly in bed was...
...going to be addictive, to say the least.
"Now, Oishi, I'm..." He found himself flexing his hips, speeding up his movement, wanting to see Oishi's eyes as he came.
Oishi bit his lip, to stifle the sound he would have made otherwise, and squeezed his eyes closed tight when his orgasm crested. He spilled hot into Kikumaru's hand only a split second before Kikumaru followed him over. He opened his eyes to watch Kikumaru, his own face flushed as his body tensed further.
Even before he'd finished, he collapsed over Kikumaru to lay heavily against him. He was panting hard.
"God, Eiji. No matter how much of you I get, I always want more. How is that?"
"That's love, Oishi," Kikumaru breathed before he could stop himself, his eyes closed to preserve the image of Oishi's eyes gazing too intensely into his own.
He wasn't entirely aware of what he'd said, or the implications of it, caught up in the little waves of aftershock. Breakfast was entirely forgotten.
He slid a hand up to curl into Oishi's hair.
Head turned, clinging to Kikumaru and gathering him close, Oishi nuzzled his neck. He kissed his soft, damp skin, touched his shoulder, his arm.
And tried to calm the beating of his heart. He didn't speak - didn't know what he should say - until he realized that he'd been holding Kikumaru for well over the two minutes he promised Gakuto.
Softly, reverently, he kissed Kikumaru's cheek and then his mouth before shifting to move away. His voice was raspy when he spoke.
"Come on, Eiji. Breakfast awaits."
He kissed him one last time and then he rose, padding into the bathroom and closing the door to wash up.
Eiji was right. It was love.
Kikumaru lay sprawled on the bed, blissed out and absolutely content. After a period of self indulgence, where he marvelled at the softness of the sheets, the brilliance of his orgasm and the general wonder that was Oishi, he quickly realised why they'd had to speed it up in the first place and sprang out of bed.
Grabbing a few tissues to clean up most of the mess, he shed himself of his clothes, threw them in a corner and quickly put on a new pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
Figuring that he would distract Gakuto while Oishi fixed himself up, he threw open the door and made his way to the kitchen, trying not to smile like a moron.
Gakuto was busy pouring juice and adding more cereal to the three bowls on the table. He figured that as long as he kept adding milk, the cereal would absorb it until the two lovebirds decided to grace him with their presence.
Glancing up as Kikumaru entered the kitchen, Gakuto smiled sweetly and held out a glass of juice. "Here you are, Kiku-chan."
Tilting his head and managing to appear bright eyed and beguiling, he took a deep breath. "Nothing like the sweet scent of jizz early in the morning, hm?"
Kikumaru was too caught up in his dreamy, mellow haze of memory and sensation to respond properly to Gakuto's bait.
"I don't know what you're talking about," He said airily, accepting the glass graciously and whirling around on his toes to look for the coffee.
"Sleep well?"
Sooner or later he'd realise that he had, in fact, been terribly rude, instigating a sexual encounter while someone else had been in the apartment. Still too blissed out to care, however, he wore an expression which could only be described as smug.
Sliding into one of the chairs at the table, Gakuto snuck a little glance at Kikumaru before taking a sip of his juice. He looked entirely too happy NOT to have just been felt up.
"I already poured your coffee, idiot - it's right here." Gakuto pointed to the mug on the table. "And I slept fine, I think. I must have been even more exhausted than I thought."
Peering down the hallway, he asked, "Where's Prince Charming?"
"Oh whoops," Tripping a little over a crack in a tile, Kikumaru sat as soon as he could and lifted the mug of brown poison to his lips. It was delicious.
"He's just in the bathroom, cleaning up," He said distractedly, balancing the cup against his lips and admiring the table. Gakuto had put in quite an effort.
"Hey, thanks for all this," He said, gesturing to the array of breakfast foods. "It's really nice to wake up to, I should keep you in here all the time."
Gakuto wrinkled his nose as though Kikumaru's praise annoyed him. Truthfully, those casually spoken words sent a ridiculous little thrill through Gakuto. He'd die before admitting it to anyone else, but Kikumaru would only have to ask once and Gakuto would be his kitchen slut for as long as he wanted.
"Well, I'm no Oishi in the kitchen, but I try."
He was silent for a moment and then he spoke up, quietly. "Thanks. For last night."
Kikumaru waved a hand in dismissal, his mouth full of food.
"Don't worry about it," He said, "just stay as long as you need. Oishi won't mind."
Swallowing with great difficulty, he touched a toe to Gakuto's leg under the table.
"Are you feeling a bit better now?"
Gakuto hooked his foot around Kikumaru's ankle and stuck his tongue out at him. "Yes. Isn't that weird? That all I needed was to be trapped in a cracker box with you?"
He took a bite of cereal and smiled at Kikumaru, but before he could say another word, his gaze lit on Oishi, who was standing just at the end of the hall - standing in shadow - watching Kikumaru intently.
Realizing that he'd been spotted, Oishi forced a smile and stepped into the kitchen. "Morning, Gakkun. You slept well, I trust?"
Gakunto nodded, red hair swinging against his cheeks. "Yep. Like a baby. Kikumaru's sofa is like a home ec project - it's worn to the shape of his bod."
Oishi laughed softly, sparing Kikumaru a little glance before he took the chair across from him. "That's good to hear, right Eiji?"
"Mm, it means his grumpiness factor is drastically lowered," He replied, beaming happily at Oishi, trying to ask him with his eyes if he'd been alright in the bathroom. Kikumaru couldn't recall ever feeling so happy in the morning. He leant across the table to touch his hand to Oishi's.
"Do you want some coffee? Gakuto's made everything,"
From the corner of his eye, Oishi noticed the way Gakuto preened and he wondered if Kikumaru realized just how highly he ranked in Gakuto's regard. He wondered if he should be bothered by it at all.
When Kikumaru touched him, though, and turned all his attention to him, Oishi couldn't think of anything other than how much he'd come to love Kikumaru.
So casually spoken as to almost be an afterthought, Kikumaru's calm statement had been like an arrow in Oishi's heart. Love. What he felt - what he'd been feeling all this time - was love. And it was terrifying.
He squeezed Kikumaru's hand, determined not to let on how unnerved he was, and smiled a little at him. "I'm fine, Eiji. I'm just going to eat and leave a little early so I can swing by my apartment before school."
"Oh... alright, no worries,"
Kikumaru had been anticipating a lovely drive to school, the three of them packed into his little car.
Only now did he begin to come down from his dreamy state of loving feelings when he realised he'd be taking the grotty train with Gakuto instead.
Then again, he figured, Oishi might have wanted some time by himself. A first proper relationship was nothing if a bit intimidating and Kikumaru knew that he often needed time alone to sort things out.
Otherwise, he reasoned, Oishi would have asked them to accompany him there while he retrieved whatever it was he needed to retrieve, or fix, or tend to.
Wouldn't he?
He gave Oishi a warm, encouraging smile and squeezed his hand in return before returning to his bowl of cereal. "Oishi was thinking of making dinner tonight,"
He announced to the room. "I have things to mark, but I'll be able to help wash up."
Gakuto beamed. Dinner tonight? The three of them again? ^____^
"Ne, Oishi - you're the stud with the car; we'll just hitch a ride with you back to your place so you can change clothes. Don't worry, we won't peek, na Kiku-chan?"
Gakuto nudged Kikumaru, plainly indicating that he would definitely peek if the opportunity presented itself.
Kikumaru looked worriedly from Gakuto to Oishi... Gakuto apparently had no idea as to what transpired between them and he felt as though he'd have to stick up for his lover.
"No, it's fine, Gakuto, we'll just take the train... Oishi has stuff he needs to do. Right?" He looked at Oishi with concern, hoping he was doing the right thing.
"He'll take us home, though!" He poked Oishi under the table with his toe, trying to make light of the situation.
Oishi ate quickly, not wanting to hurt Gakuto's feelings by turning his nose up at the soggy cereal he felt obligated to choke down. He felt a little silly, though, hearing Gakuto voice what he'd been debating suggesting in the first place. What kind of boyfriend would he be, sending his lover off to take the train when he could drive him to work, himself?
The bottom line was, though, that he desperately needed some time alone. It wasn't at all that he didn't want to be with Kikumaru, but Oishi's head was still spinning with the gravity of the situation he found himself in. He simply needed to think.
"Of course I'll take you home, Eiji. Are you certain you don't mind catching the train this morning?"
"It's fine, Oishi," Kikumaru gave him a small smile.
"We can take care of ourselves. Plus, I want to get you a chocolate bar."
Wiping his mouth, he looked at the clock. There was still plenty of time.
"We'll have to leave a bit earlier, though. You'd better rug up, though, Gakuto, it's cold in the morning!"
He caught himself wondering what Gakuto was going to have for lunch. He wasn't his mother, for gods sake!
"Hmph," Gakuto mumbled, putting his spoon down and stretching lazily in the chair. His shirt rode up, exposing his belly and he tipped his head back, which exposed his ribs, too.
Scratching his belly idly, he yawned. "Well, whatever. Oishi doesn't love us and I left my good coat at home." He stuck his tongue out at Oishi, who couldn't help smiling at him.
He'd eaten almost all of his cereal, but glanced at the clock over the sink. "Wear one of Eiji's."
Leaning close to Kikumaru, Oishi touched his cheek and brushed a kiss
over his mouth. "You're too good to me, Eiji."
He stood, then, bowing formally to Gakuto. "Thank you for breakfast, Gakkun. I should get out of here now or else I'll be late for school."
He glanced quickly at Kikumaru, looking secretive. He wondered if Kikumaru would walk him to the door.
Kikumaru stood immediately when Oishi motioned to leave the room, tipping back his head to swallow the last of his coffee in one throat-burning gulp.
"I'll let you out," He said with a cheery smile, "Gotta get the mail."
He wanted one last kiss before Oishi left, and to check to see if he was ok. He brushed past him, telling Oishi that he had to get the keys by way of explanation, and made his way to the front door.
Oishi followed Kikumaru out of the kitchen, resting one hand on his hip when they reached the front door. He almost revealed to Kikumaru that he didn't want to leave and that knowing he'd see him at school made him feel better.
Oishi determined that - by tonight - he'd be settled and ready to enjoy all the time with Kikumaru and Gakuto that he could get.
"Are you sure you don't mind going without me, Eiji?"
"Don't worry, Oishi," Kikumaru said with a smile, passing Oishi his jacket, and then smoothing out his collar for him once he'd put it on. He finished the procedure by pressing a little kiss to Oishi's mouth.
"We'll be fine. And I'll see you at school, or at worst, tonight."
He didn't feel that any further elaboration was necessary, on anything... that would come later, if it had to. He was still in a bit of a haze, and rather impervious to the world, though he could sense something a little off in his partner. He figured that just smiling was the perfect antidote to that at this point in time.
Oishi stood near the doorway and allowed Kikumaru to smooth his jacket and make him presentable. He kissed Oishi goodbye and smiled up at him with no expectation and no pressure and Oishi felt something give inside him.
He wanted to do this, go through the motions of this sort of scenario, every single day for the rest of his life. That he could recognize such a desire went a long way toward feeling less conflicted.
Leaning in to take another kiss from Kikumaru, even going so far as to slide his arms around him and envelop him in a quick hug, Oishi smiled back. "I'm sure I'll find a way to see you before school is out."
Looking a little bashful, he smoothed Kikumaru's hair back and watched it spring back into place. "Thank you for this morning. It was..." he trailed off there, unable to think of a way to tell Kikumaru that he had truly enjoyed what had happened between them.
"I should be thanking you," Kikumaru smiled devilishly, delighting in the quick, warm hug.
"No, seriously, Oishi..." Kikumaru had no way to phrase it either. "I.. just..."
Feeling suddenly odd, Kikumaru reached forward and took Oishi's hand. They were just saying goodbye, for god's sake, but he found himself not wanting to let Oishi go. He told himself to grow up and stop acting like a girl. He'd see Oishi at school, anyway.
"I can't wait to see you again," He finished happily, smiling. He was doing a lot of that, lately.
Hugging him once more, Oishi kissed Kikumaru's cheek before reluctantly letting him go. "Okay. I should go before I'm tempted to rumple you up a little more. Truthfully, I'd rather do that in private."
He laughed, squeezing Kikumaru's hand when he called out to Gakuto.
"See you this afternoon, Gakkun!"
Slurping the last of his coffee, Gakuto responded dryly, "I'll be counting the minutes. Don't forget your seatbelt. Love and kisses!"
Oishi shook his head, smiling, and blew Kikumaru a kiss just before he slipped outside.
Smiling and laughing, Kikumaru watched over the walls of the apartment balcony as Oishi made his way down to his car. Once he was inside, Kikumaru closed the door and ambled his way back to the kitchen to help Gakuto clean up.
He was humming. He never hummed.
Having given up on kitchen activities, Gakuto was lounging on the sofa. He was lazy full and irritated that he'd received no good morning kisses. He'd also not received any goodbye kisses or any 'thanks for breakfast' kisses or any 'you sure are cute in the morning, Gakuto' kisses. He was doing his level best not to pout.
And he was failing.
He could hear Kikumaru humming like a lovesick nut as he came through the kitchen and Gakuto frowned. He'd been up for two hours - cleaning up, fixing his hair, making himself pretty - and he knew he wouldn't be getting any kisses.
"Where have you gone, nutcase?" Kikumaru called, finding no Gakuto in the kitchen. Seeing the top of his head peeking out from behind the sofa, Kikumaru poured himself another round of coffee (searching in the fridge to add a dollop of cream to it) and went to join him in the living room.
He had to tell someone how great Oishi was before he exploded. Sitting back against the sofa next to Gakuto with a long extended exhalation, Kikumaru switched on the television and waited for Gakuto to tell him how happy he looked.
Gakuto stared at Kikumaru for long moments - he was pretty and shiny and looked too happy by half. Gakuto wanted to knock him down a peg or two, but couldn't bring himself to say a cross word to him.
Love sucked. Alot.
He nudged Kikumaru with his foot and frowned at him. "You stink."
Immediately affronted, Kikumaru gazed at Gakuto incredulously.
"What?" It was a little while before he realised Gakuto wasn't speaking literally and was only half-glad that he didn't seem to be aware of his earlier encounter with Oishi.
He kind of wanted to tell him all about it.
"I do not. Still, though, I can't return the insult. Breakfast was fantastic."
Despite his determination to be completely unbearable, Gakuto couldn't help smiling. Kikumaru was so fucking cute when he looked all surprised and ruffled. It made Gakuto want to suck him dry.
Or something.
"Told you I was a prize. Too bad you didn't believe me."
He was silent for a moment, watching Kikumaru sip his coffee and practically bounce in place. If Gakuto hadn't been so jealous, he'd have thought it was adorable. He nudged Kikumaru again, barely a touch, and quirked a brow at him. "You love him. Say it."
Looking at Gakuto with his mouth parted, Kikumaru was a little taken aback, not by his challenge but by how clear everything seemed and how easy it was to answer.
"Yeah... I guess I do."
He bit the side of his mug, trying not to smile too hard.
When Gakuto named it like that... Kikumaru had to agree. He felt so happy and warm, a real feeling of fullness, that it just had to be love. It couldn't be anything else. Doing something so stupid as saying goodbye at the door and helping Oishi into his jacket had made him so delighted; he couldn't wait to do it again. And again. And the day after that. It made him ache a little.
Tilting his head, resting it on on one small, curled fist, Gakuto watched Kikumaru's expression shift into something dreamy and soft.
Never in all his life had he experienced an emotion like the one he felt when faced with that look. He couldn't name it and didn't want to try - it hurt too much.
"He knows. Did you notice how tense he was this morning? Whatever you did to him last night -," he paused, gaze pointed and heavy with meaning, "or this morning - gave it away."
Gakuto rolled to one side, not taking his eyes off of Kikumaru.
"You'd better love him. It's too late to take it back."
Gakuto sighed. He wanted to curl up into a ball and refuse to speak again until Kikumaru promised that he wouldn't get rid of him just because he had the perfect boyfriend.
And Oishi was perfect. Gakuto didn't bother lying to himself on that score.
Kikumaru looked up at Gakuto, his mind too occupied elsewhere to notice Gakuto's unusual body language.
"I thought something was a bit strange... I just thought he needed some time alone. Is it really that obvious? Does he really know?"
Suddenly a little concerned, Kikumaru hoped Oishi knew just how much he cared for him - loved him. The word came so easy now. He knew Oishi was smitten and only now could he see just how much.
"I'll go and see him at recess, or something," He said, wanting to send Oishi a text message to reassure him.
"It was a bit... well. Intense," He said, grinning suddenly at Gakuto. He was so proud of them.
"Take him some lunch. And a kiss, or...something."
Gakuto smiled back, though it hurt his face to bother. He wanted to break things and have tantrums and demand that Kikumaru find a little tiny corner of his heart to offer to Gakuto. But under all that, was a bit of genuine happiness - not only for Kikumaru, but for Oishi, too. They were so in love, it was so easy to see. And they both deserved it.
Kikumaru wanted to brag, wanted to girltalk. Gakuto knew that he would be unable to deny him. "Intense, huh? Well, are you going to tell me about it or do you want me to guess?"
Leaning over, with mischievous eyes, Kikumaru cupped his chin in his hands and fixed Gakuto with a pointed stare.
"Do you really wanna know?"
Laughing softly to himself, Kikumaru felt as though spilling all would be a break of Oishi's trust somehow, or a betrayal in some sense. He could skip the details, though. There wasn't anything wrong with wanting to talk about how good Oishi was, was there?
"You know how he gets all blushy and cute and sweet? Well, just imagine that he's like that, and then all of a sudden he gets full on- like intense and passionate and... whoa. He's got this amazing person inside that just sort of ... comes out."
Having witnessed Oishi's dominance first hand - only last night, in fact - Gakuto had very little trouble imagining him just as Kikumaru described. It was something that Gakuto would dearly love to witness.
Just thinking about it had his thoughts drifting. Drifting to someplace where Oishi and Kikumaru were engaged in all manner of debauchery and Gakuto was allowed to watch every beautiful, tantalizing second.
Gakuto licked his lips and edged a little closer to Kikumaru. "Did you guys have sex? God, tell me everything."
Kikumaru blushed, wide-eyed.
"No, n-not sex... you were right, he's never really... done... well, much at all. Not that it matters."
He cradled his mug in his hands, crossing his legs.
"We just.. well, we went shopping after school a few nights ago and didn't really get past the hallway. You'd never be able to tell he'd never kissed too much before. He puts his hand right here..."
Kikumaru indicated his arse, shivering once.
"It just makes me feel so good."
Gakuto shifted a bit closer, a little closer than Kikumaru might have been comfortable with, and twined a lock of Kikumaru's hair around his fingers.
He smelled like warm sheets and coffee and cream and Gakuto wanted to close the distance and taste him for himself. Of course, he didn't.
"So he likes to feel your ass, hm? No real surprise there, Kiku-chan," he trailed off, peering around Kikumaru for a glimpse of his butt. "You've got a really great ass."
Sidling up to him again, Gakuto smiled, that secret, cajoling smile of his. "How far have you gone with him?" He made a little cross over his heart. "I won't tell."
Leaning back a little, Kikumaru frowned.
"You like my arse?"
Ignoring the implications of that statement was far easier than thinking about them, especially when Kikumaru wanted to talk Oishi.
"We've... you know. Messed around. Although this morning was the first time I properly touched hi-"
Kikumaru clapped his hand to his mouth. His voice was muffled from behind it - "Whoops."
His eyes told the story that he wasn't entirely apologetic.
Gakuto's eyes widened. Setting the trap was easy - Kikumaru loved a good bit of gossip - and Gakuto was dying to know all the juicy details. They'd have to hold him for awhile.
"Kiku, you slut. You should be ashamed of yourself."
The conspiratorial smile on his lips quite belied his words and he had to muffle a little giggle behind his own hand before he continued.
"I'm dying to know. How big is it?"
Gakuto was certain that Oishi had to be pretty impressive. Otherwise Kikumaru wouldn't look so excited. A boy just didn't get that worked up over a teeny weenie.
Kikumaru grinned at Gakuto, taking a leisurely sip from his mug.
"Oh, I don't know. He's alright. It's probably not something I should go spreading around, you know? Oishi has his rights."
Tapping his fingernail against the mug so that the repetitive clinking sound rang loud in the silence, Kikumaru quickly gave up on being coy. He leant in eagerly.
"It's huge!"
Leaning in until their noses were practically touching, Gakuto giggled and clasped the back of Kikumaru's neck. "I knew it! You can kinda
tell, you know? With those tight pants of his. Ugh, you lucky whore."
He flopped backwards, flinging an arm over his eyes and groaning.
Just as quickly, he peeked up at Kikumaru again. "If you tell me you haven't sucked him off, I'll hit you."
Turning red and shifting away a little, Kikumaru stared into his mug.
"It's still very new, you know... like, it all happened very fast. I haven't really had the chance yet, to... you know. Take it further. I want to though. So much. He's just... beautiful."
Kikumaru was silent then, gazing into the mug, yet obviously seeing elsewhere, sorting through his memories.
Gakuto sighed, crawling over to Kikumaru to lay his head in his friend's lap. Curling his fingers around Kikumaru's knee, Gakuto was silent for a moment. That Kikumaru could speak of Oishi that way - with that much love and awe in his voice - it made Gakuto think even more highly of him.
He'd never seen love this real. Had never been this close to it.
Never felt it - until now.
*So are you, Eiji. I hope you can see that.*
"It'll happen. I'm teasing you, anyways. You're not me. If you acted like anyone other than you, it wouldn't be real for Oishi."
Patting Kikumaru's knee, he reluctantly eased away from him to stand.
"I'm happy for you, Eiji. Seriously."
Kikumaru couldn't ignore it now. He was always 'Kiku' or 'moron' or 'goof' or 'darling', never 'Eiji'. It touched him, deeply, but made him concerned at the same time.
"Thanks, Gakkun," He said, holding out his hand so as to be pulled up from the couch. "You've been really good to us, you know. Are you feeling better?"
Tugging his friend to his feet, it was too easy to pull him into a hug. Gakuto clung to him, even when he hadn't meant to, and buried his face against Kikumaru's shoulder.
"Yeah. I feel pretty good, I guess."
He didn't ask if he could stay. Kikumaru had already hinted that he could. The less they spoke about it, Gakuto figured, the better off he'd be.
"I feel better with you guys. I feel...normal. It's a nice change."
"That's good," Kikumaru said, trying to pretend he hadn't gasped upon being pulled into a hug, or experienced a sudden rush of... something. Some strange feeling.
He put his nose against Gakuto's hair, which smelt of his own shampoo. It made Kikumaru feel a little odd, a little inappropriate, and he pulled away, trying to stay cheerful.
"We'd better get ready or we'll be late. Do you have clothes that aren't the ones you wore yesterday? I think you'd be sent home if you wore those."
Gakuto's expression, when he looked up at Kikumaru, was practically unreadable. He held his gaze for a few moments and then offered him a little smile.
"I brought a few things, never fear."
He released Kikumaru, covering up his previous neediness with a little stretch and a much more familiar swagger. As he headed toward the bathroom, he glanced over his shoulder at Kikumaru.
"Lunch is in the fridge, you wanna pack it up while I get dressed?"
Kikumaru hauled open the refrigerator door, calling out to Gakuto in an incredulous voice, "You made lunch too?!"
And so he had. Little bento boxes, with pockets of vegetables and rice and a little sweet in the corner of each one, for dessert.
Kikumaru wasn't only concerned, now, but suspicious.
"You didn't have to do this, Gakuto!" He yelled out. "They're totally cute, but really!"
He packed them into a little bag and studied them closely, scratching his hipbone.
Already shimmying into his clothing, Gakuto snorted. "Beh! They're not cute, Kikumaru. It's just FOOD!" he called out.
He hurriedly brushed his teeth and his hair - again - and emerged from the bathroom dressed in loose white pants, a long sleeved blue button up and a white knit vest. He looked conservative and demure. Hewasn't sure how he felt about the outfit, but he doubted Oishi or Kikumaru would be half as impressed by him if he were dressed like a tramp.
Pouty and dramatic, he folded his arms across his chest and observed Kikumaru. "I put a little flower in Oishi's. You can pretend it's
from you."
"I thought it was for me," Kikumaru said, his voice trailing off and growing softer as he said it, realising his mistake.
Good one.
Staring at Gakuto, he ceased to scratch his hip and tugged his pants up, a little self consciously. "Are those my clothes?"
Until Kikumaru had stopped caressing his hip, Gakuto had been unable to stop staring. When Kikumaru moved to tug his pants up, though, Gakuto snapped his mouth shut and straightened visibly to smooth down the front of his vest.
"No, they're not yours!" And then, softer, as he stepped closer to Kikumaru, "Do I look funny?"
"No," Kikumaru said, licking his lips, dry sudddenly. "You don't look funny at all."
Unnerved, Kikumaru took a step backwards, occupying himself by putting the bag of boxes into another, slightly larger bag. The strange tenderness between them was unsettling him.
"I'd better go and change. Do... do I look funny?"
When Kikumaru's back was turned, Gakuto advanced on him, pausing to stand just at his back.
Standing close when Kikumaru turned to face him again, Gakuto tilted his head and smiled a little. "Of course you don't look funny. But you're not dressed for work yet, so ask me again when you're done."
Before Kikumaru had a chance to move around him, Gakuto held up a small flower - similar to the one he'd seen in Oishi's bento - and gazed intently at him. "And I don't need to hide your flowers in a lunchbox. I can just give them to you, myself, can't I?"