Distractions
distractions
shigetego
author's notes: okay, so why is this all in small caps? i am lazy, with so much homework. but tomorrow (or later because it's already 12 am), i promise to format this so it looks a little bit presentable (yes, with all the capitals and proper noun whatever-ness). again, past tense, because i need versatility training. like seriously. shigetego, pg-13 to 15, i don't really know. short and ugly so beware. i should really start moving these to my fic journal or something.
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wrong timing. that's what he was, barging into his room when he was busy cramming for his exams tomorrow. no, it wasn't funny, it really wasn't, and if he only had the guts to, he would've kicked him outside the door fifteen minutes ago. and now he'd been listening quite inattentively to his blabbering from ten minutes ago, apart from his annoying inquisition from the five minutes before that. it could've been worse, but still.
shige could already imagine receiving bloody report cards. and big fat 'F's on his testpapers.
okay, so companions were really nice and all, telling stories about their respective lives, but now was simply not the time. tegoshi was a nice person, a charming one at that, but seriously, shige didn't need detailed information on tegoshi's karaoke sessions with masuda to be able to pass his exams with flying colors. he was especially not interested about how tegoshi got upset with masuda neglecting him over gyoza. not that he didn't like tegoshi with masuda--well he wasn't really jealous or anything, of course not, that was preposterous, and, and... so okay, maybe not entirely, but still that was beyond the matter.
tegoshi. in his room. total distraction.
especially when the younger boy casually flipped his hair and jumped from one topic to another. shige knew tegoshi had an odd tendency of swirling around conversations, and dropping the occasional hints here and there, and only getting to the main point hours later--and honestly, it was irritating him. he had no hours to spare, not today.
"so the bottomline is?" shige had had it.
tegoshi looked up and began twirling his hair. "um, so i was wondering if you could..."
shige tapped his foot against the floorboard.
"brush me up on physics?"
the law student almost had his mouth gaping open. "that's it?"
"well, sort of... but i have another favor."
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screw his exams, they could wait. he didn't mind getting a couple of red marks. studying physics with tegoshi was even better. newton truly was a genius.
"so that means, if i pull your collar down and... mmm, that's good," tegoshi stopped as shige began sliding his tongue inside tegoshi's mouth.
"mmm... gravity." shige muttered in between breaths. "now let's move on to inertia and acceleration."
"how do we do that?" tegoshi asked. shige smirked, "that's easy." and he began unbuttoning tegoshi's jeans.
shige hadn't really cared to ask what physics had to do with psychology, though.
shigetego
author's notes: okay, so why is this all in small caps? i am lazy, with so much homework. but tomorrow (or later because it's already 12 am), i promise to format this so it looks a little bit presentable (yes, with all the capitals and proper noun whatever-ness). again, past tense, because i need versatility training. like seriously. shigetego, pg-13 to 15, i don't really know. short and ugly so beware. i should really start moving these to my fic journal or something.
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wrong timing. that's what he was, barging into his room when he was busy cramming for his exams tomorrow. no, it wasn't funny, it really wasn't, and if he only had the guts to, he would've kicked him outside the door fifteen minutes ago. and now he'd been listening quite inattentively to his blabbering from ten minutes ago, apart from his annoying inquisition from the five minutes before that. it could've been worse, but still.
shige could already imagine receiving bloody report cards. and big fat 'F's on his testpapers.
okay, so companions were really nice and all, telling stories about their respective lives, but now was simply not the time. tegoshi was a nice person, a charming one at that, but seriously, shige didn't need detailed information on tegoshi's karaoke sessions with masuda to be able to pass his exams with flying colors. he was especially not interested about how tegoshi got upset with masuda neglecting him over gyoza. not that he didn't like tegoshi with masuda--well he wasn't really jealous or anything, of course not, that was preposterous, and, and... so okay, maybe not entirely, but still that was beyond the matter.
tegoshi. in his room. total distraction.
especially when the younger boy casually flipped his hair and jumped from one topic to another. shige knew tegoshi had an odd tendency of swirling around conversations, and dropping the occasional hints here and there, and only getting to the main point hours later--and honestly, it was irritating him. he had no hours to spare, not today.
"so the bottomline is?" shige had had it.
tegoshi looked up and began twirling his hair. "um, so i was wondering if you could..."
shige tapped his foot against the floorboard.
"brush me up on physics?"
the law student almost had his mouth gaping open. "that's it?"
"well, sort of... but i have another favor."
--
screw his exams, they could wait. he didn't mind getting a couple of red marks. studying physics with tegoshi was even better. newton truly was a genius.
"so that means, if i pull your collar down and... mmm, that's good," tegoshi stopped as shige began sliding his tongue inside tegoshi's mouth.
"mmm... gravity." shige muttered in between breaths. "now let's move on to inertia and acceleration."
"how do we do that?" tegoshi asked. shige smirked, "that's easy." and he began unbuttoning tegoshi's jeans.
shige hadn't really cared to ask what physics had to do with psychology, though.