It takes all kinds [Junjou Romantica | Misaki/Usagi | PG-13]
Title: It takes all kinds
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki/Usagi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Misaki wants to see just how far Usagi will go with his kindness...or if it'll turn into groping.
Notes: Written for word #83* @ 15_minute_fic. Unbeta'd.
Word Count: 886
Misaki could hear the dull sounds and feel the soft flicker of the computer screen on his eyes as he burrowed further into the couch. He wanted to complain about it and tell Usagi to get to bed so that he could get to bed, but the effort it took was too much, and he chose instead to curl up further into the blanket Usagi had carefully draped over him.
That was something that still made Misaki's heart leap just a little bit: even with all the groping and demands for sex, Usagi had times that he was gentle and caring, and Misaki never knew what to do then. He didn't expect it most times - especially times like now, when he'd just passed out by accident in the living room while trying to read a book for class.
Reading hadn't managed to keep his attention and he'd ended up half on the floor, half on the couch, until he felt Usagi poking his cheek before gently lifting him up and returning about a minute later with a blanket, pillow and stuffed teddy bear. Misaki wouldn't say so aloud, but he really liked the teddy bear - because in that moment, it was good to have something to hold.
"Still asleep?" asked Usagi, his palm resting on top of Misaki's head and rubbing lightly.
Misaki murmured noncommittally; a curious part of him that he would die before exposing wanted to know just how far Usagi would take this kindness. He knew it was a dangerous thought, since leaving Usagi to his own devices when Misaki was around often resulted in BL-type situations, with Misaki waking up in just enough time to feebly and angrily demand Usagi get off of him - which never happened, and instead resulted in Misaki's eyes closing as Usagi did something like lick down his collarbone, pressing kisses to his neck.
So he waited, wondering if he was going to be fondled yet again; his eyes blinking when Usagi leaned down, kissing his forehead.
"Kids run out of energy so fast these days," said Usagi, chuckling a little as he scooped Misaki into his arms.
Who's a 'kid'? I'm nineteen now! huffed Misaki in his mind, though he remained silent. The only betrayal of his current, awake state of mind was the tightening of his hand in the blankets surrounding him.
If Usagi noticed, he didn't say anything; instead carrying Misaki up to his room and laying him down on top of it. He adjusted the pillow, then the blanket before placing a miniature version of Suzuki-san next to Misaki.
"Usagi-san."
His eyes widened. "You're awake?"
What kind of idiot really thinks I'm asleep that whole time? thought Misaki. He looked at his hand, which had shot out traitorously from underneath the blanket to wrap around Usagi's wrist.
"What is it?" asked Usagi, sounding concerned. "Do you want me to check under the bed for monsters?"
"What am I, twelve?! Stupid Usagi..." Misaki, red-faced and angry, glared from beneath the covers, knowing full well that Usagi would be able to see it, even in the darkness.
"I think I have a nite lite somewhere in-"
"Shut up!" said Misaki, really annoyed now. "I was trying to get you to stay so...so..." He let go of Usagi's hand. "Just...nevermind." The springs creaked as he turned over, away from his perverted landlord.
"...Ah," said Usagi. There was a small shift of sound, and then Usagi was climbing in behind him. The bed itself was tiny and Misaki scooted back so that neither would fall off.
"Who said you could barge your way into my bed?" he grumbled when large, cold hands wrapped around his waist, one sliding beneath his shirt and resting above his stomach.
"You did."
"Like hell I did!"
"Mm," came the reply, Usagi's lips lined against the most sensitive part of Misaki's neck.
After a few minutes and touches that were becoming more like gropes, Misaki's resolve faltered. "Usagi-san..."
"Mm?"
Did he forget how to form words now?! thought Misaki.
"Um...it's just...I know you have a lot of work to do," he said out loud. "It's okay if you want to get back to it."
"Work?" repeated Usagi, licking along the shell of Misaki's ear. "I was looking at pictures of you as a child."
"...What?" Misaki tried to glare, but the hand that had warmed itself on his skin was creeping steadily upward, thumb rubbing over one nipple. "Y-You should have...been working..."
"Mm," was Usagi's reply.
"Don't 'mm' me, idiot!" huffed Misaki. "Besides, why do you want to see pictures of me that young? Are you an even bigger pervert than before?"
"I'm only a pervert for you."
Misaki blanched. "I'm sure that was supposed to be sweet, in its own way...but..."
"Hey...Misaki."
Blinking, then closing his eyes, Misaki felt the hand moving down his shirt, palm rubbing over the quiet yet insistent hardness in his pants. "W-What is it?" he asked, trying his best to keep up with the conversation, losing himself to the feelings soon after - but not before he heard Usagi's reply, breathed out against his lips:
"I love you."
*Word #83 was screen.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki/Usagi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Misaki wants to see just how far Usagi will go with his kindness...or if it'll turn into groping.
Notes: Written for word #83* @ 15_minute_fic. Unbeta'd.
Word Count: 886
Misaki could hear the dull sounds and feel the soft flicker of the computer screen on his eyes as he burrowed further into the couch. He wanted to complain about it and tell Usagi to get to bed so that he could get to bed, but the effort it took was too much, and he chose instead to curl up further into the blanket Usagi had carefully draped over him.
That was something that still made Misaki's heart leap just a little bit: even with all the groping and demands for sex, Usagi had times that he was gentle and caring, and Misaki never knew what to do then. He didn't expect it most times - especially times like now, when he'd just passed out by accident in the living room while trying to read a book for class.
Reading hadn't managed to keep his attention and he'd ended up half on the floor, half on the couch, until he felt Usagi poking his cheek before gently lifting him up and returning about a minute later with a blanket, pillow and stuffed teddy bear. Misaki wouldn't say so aloud, but he really liked the teddy bear - because in that moment, it was good to have something to hold.
"Still asleep?" asked Usagi, his palm resting on top of Misaki's head and rubbing lightly.
Misaki murmured noncommittally; a curious part of him that he would die before exposing wanted to know just how far Usagi would take this kindness. He knew it was a dangerous thought, since leaving Usagi to his own devices when Misaki was around often resulted in BL-type situations, with Misaki waking up in just enough time to feebly and angrily demand Usagi get off of him - which never happened, and instead resulted in Misaki's eyes closing as Usagi did something like lick down his collarbone, pressing kisses to his neck.
So he waited, wondering if he was going to be fondled yet again; his eyes blinking when Usagi leaned down, kissing his forehead.
"Kids run out of energy so fast these days," said Usagi, chuckling a little as he scooped Misaki into his arms.
Who's a 'kid'? I'm nineteen now! huffed Misaki in his mind, though he remained silent. The only betrayal of his current, awake state of mind was the tightening of his hand in the blankets surrounding him.
If Usagi noticed, he didn't say anything; instead carrying Misaki up to his room and laying him down on top of it. He adjusted the pillow, then the blanket before placing a miniature version of Suzuki-san next to Misaki.
"Usagi-san."
His eyes widened. "You're awake?"
What kind of idiot really thinks I'm asleep that whole time? thought Misaki. He looked at his hand, which had shot out traitorously from underneath the blanket to wrap around Usagi's wrist.
"What is it?" asked Usagi, sounding concerned. "Do you want me to check under the bed for monsters?"
"What am I, twelve?! Stupid Usagi..." Misaki, red-faced and angry, glared from beneath the covers, knowing full well that Usagi would be able to see it, even in the darkness.
"I think I have a nite lite somewhere in-"
"Shut up!" said Misaki, really annoyed now. "I was trying to get you to stay so...so..." He let go of Usagi's hand. "Just...nevermind." The springs creaked as he turned over, away from his perverted landlord.
"...Ah," said Usagi. There was a small shift of sound, and then Usagi was climbing in behind him. The bed itself was tiny and Misaki scooted back so that neither would fall off.
"Who said you could barge your way into my bed?" he grumbled when large, cold hands wrapped around his waist, one sliding beneath his shirt and resting above his stomach.
"You did."
"Like hell I did!"
"Mm," came the reply, Usagi's lips lined against the most sensitive part of Misaki's neck.
After a few minutes and touches that were becoming more like gropes, Misaki's resolve faltered. "Usagi-san..."
"Mm?"
Did he forget how to form words now?! thought Misaki.
"Um...it's just...I know you have a lot of work to do," he said out loud. "It's okay if you want to get back to it."
"Work?" repeated Usagi, licking along the shell of Misaki's ear. "I was looking at pictures of you as a child."
"...What?" Misaki tried to glare, but the hand that had warmed itself on his skin was creeping steadily upward, thumb rubbing over one nipple. "Y-You should have...been working..."
"Mm," was Usagi's reply.
"Don't 'mm' me, idiot!" huffed Misaki. "Besides, why do you want to see pictures of me that young? Are you an even bigger pervert than before?"
"I'm only a pervert for you."
Misaki blanched. "I'm sure that was supposed to be sweet, in its own way...but..."
"Hey...Misaki."
Blinking, then closing his eyes, Misaki felt the hand moving down his shirt, palm rubbing over the quiet yet insistent hardness in his pants. "W-What is it?" he asked, trying his best to keep up with the conversation, losing himself to the feelings soon after - but not before he heard Usagi's reply, breathed out against his lips:
"I love you."
*Word #83 was screen.