more drabbles~
Take two, for Citrus Avenue fun. X-posted to the usual places.
15. The Dorm Head Speaks. Citrus Avenue, boys’ side.
It looked like an opportune time to bring up the topic. It was a slow week for everyone in the boarding house, and in a miracle of miracles everyone was present for dinner. Blake Jerevinan couldn’t help but smile as he sat at the head of the table, looking at all of the university students young and old who were under his wing. All of a sudden he knew what it must have been like to be a father. He decided to make his announcement once the plates were cleared and the drinks were out.
“I’ve decided to resign as Dorm Head. Even though I will be staying here for the rest of my stay at Isherwood as a student and maybe even beyond that, I realize that this isn’t a position I can retain forever. Next year, for one, I’ll be starting on my thesis, along with some other things that a few of you are already aware of.”
To Blake’s credit, everyone was listening… some of them even looked sad. The mood was perfect. He could see no other opportunity.
“So, with this in mind, the Dorm Head position is open. Fear not though, friends and brothers… I have already decided upon who will take my place.”
A dramatic pause was followed by many of the underclassmen clamoring for him to cut to get off of it and tell them the news. Blake, in a moment of pure evil, prolonged the agony just a little more before taking a deep breath and pointing his fork in the direction of his chosen one, who was a part of his grand conspiracy.
“I’ve decided to give the position to Hikaru.”
In the violet uproar and moans of despair and pleas for him to stay on as Dorm Head until Hikaru graduated in order to save them all from their ‘evil senpai,’ Blake never felt more loved.
16. Door Locks Exist for a Reason. Citrus Avenue, boys’ side.
Times like this made Mikhail appreciate his boyfriend’s whimsical streak and knack for improvisation. When Hikaru had mentioned going for ice cream, he had to admit that as well-versed in sexual pleasures and decadence as he was, he hadn’t thought that eating ice cream together meant him reclining on their black leather Lazy Boy with Hikaru on top of him and a pint of chocolate marble to eat from. It wasn’t a particularly clean way of eating it, but thrills and spills didn’t matter too much since both of them were naked anyway.
“How is it?”
“I think it’d be better if I was licking it up from your skin.”
Hikaru punctuated these words by trailing a thin streak of ice cream down Mikhail’s throat and chest. Then, with a dirty little smile he bent down and lapped it up, slowly, taking his time with the spots on his lover that he knew were more sensitive. Mikhail laughed at this, both out of surprise and enjoyment, and tossed his head back, tangling his fingers in his lover’s hair. He would let the boy have his way for the moment, and pay him back in full in bed later.
They were a little too busy with each other to realize that the door to their room had opened. Hence, the loud crash that followed drew both their attentions, and together they looked up to see Ichiro Murahito frozen in their doorway. The orange-haired boy’s eyes were wide and his jaw was working but no sound was coming out.
“What?” Hikaru put in, cocking his eyebrows and feigning annoyance. “Never seen a naked man before?”
Ichiro never said a word. The boy lingered for a moment longer, taking in the scene, and then he shut the door. Five seconds afterward, they heard him crash down the stairs, screaming all the while.
For the rest of the day and the morning to follow, the only thing people managed to get out of Ichiro were two words.
“The horror.”
15. The Dorm Head Speaks. Citrus Avenue, boys’ side.
It looked like an opportune time to bring up the topic. It was a slow week for everyone in the boarding house, and in a miracle of miracles everyone was present for dinner. Blake Jerevinan couldn’t help but smile as he sat at the head of the table, looking at all of the university students young and old who were under his wing. All of a sudden he knew what it must have been like to be a father. He decided to make his announcement once the plates were cleared and the drinks were out.
“I’ve decided to resign as Dorm Head. Even though I will be staying here for the rest of my stay at Isherwood as a student and maybe even beyond that, I realize that this isn’t a position I can retain forever. Next year, for one, I’ll be starting on my thesis, along with some other things that a few of you are already aware of.”
To Blake’s credit, everyone was listening… some of them even looked sad. The mood was perfect. He could see no other opportunity.
“So, with this in mind, the Dorm Head position is open. Fear not though, friends and brothers… I have already decided upon who will take my place.”
A dramatic pause was followed by many of the underclassmen clamoring for him to cut to get off of it and tell them the news. Blake, in a moment of pure evil, prolonged the agony just a little more before taking a deep breath and pointing his fork in the direction of his chosen one, who was a part of his grand conspiracy.
“I’ve decided to give the position to Hikaru.”
In the violet uproar and moans of despair and pleas for him to stay on as Dorm Head until Hikaru graduated in order to save them all from their ‘evil senpai,’ Blake never felt more loved.
16. Door Locks Exist for a Reason. Citrus Avenue, boys’ side.
Times like this made Mikhail appreciate his boyfriend’s whimsical streak and knack for improvisation. When Hikaru had mentioned going for ice cream, he had to admit that as well-versed in sexual pleasures and decadence as he was, he hadn’t thought that eating ice cream together meant him reclining on their black leather Lazy Boy with Hikaru on top of him and a pint of chocolate marble to eat from. It wasn’t a particularly clean way of eating it, but thrills and spills didn’t matter too much since both of them were naked anyway.
“How is it?”
“I think it’d be better if I was licking it up from your skin.”
Hikaru punctuated these words by trailing a thin streak of ice cream down Mikhail’s throat and chest. Then, with a dirty little smile he bent down and lapped it up, slowly, taking his time with the spots on his lover that he knew were more sensitive. Mikhail laughed at this, both out of surprise and enjoyment, and tossed his head back, tangling his fingers in his lover’s hair. He would let the boy have his way for the moment, and pay him back in full in bed later.
They were a little too busy with each other to realize that the door to their room had opened. Hence, the loud crash that followed drew both their attentions, and together they looked up to see Ichiro Murahito frozen in their doorway. The orange-haired boy’s eyes were wide and his jaw was working but no sound was coming out.
“What?” Hikaru put in, cocking his eyebrows and feigning annoyance. “Never seen a naked man before?”
Ichiro never said a word. The boy lingered for a moment longer, taking in the scene, and then he shut the door. Five seconds afterward, they heard him crash down the stairs, screaming all the while.
For the rest of the day and the morning to follow, the only thing people managed to get out of Ichiro were two words.
“The horror.”