[KRW;prose] that one time (B)
Hidari Shoutarou, Phillip
Adult situations.
Work that day had been especially odious; of all things he had been tasked to search for, a missing cat had to be one of the most ridiculous. Shoutarou knew that missing cats were a staple of most of the detective stories he read when he was young, but he could hardly believe that it happened to him. In the end, the blasted creature actually came home on its own, and Shoutarou went home to get drunk in a fit, pissed off and unpaid for the day's work.
Alcohol always managed to calm him, or at least take the edge off of the general sense of unfairness and futility that perpetuated the profession. Phillip had been buried in paper again when he returned, but it was easy to ignore the other boy. Shoutarou grabbed his cheap beer from the fridge, and proceeded to drown his woes in his room.
He had finally settled down, feeling pleasantly buzzed by the alcohol and was working on a good wank. The room was dim and slightly cool from the wind and he was adjusting his head on the pillow to get more comfortable when something caught the corner of his gaze and holy FUCK Phillip's standing there watching him.
"Do you ever knock?!" Shoutarou shouted, taking his hand out of his pants and failing miserably at hiding his arousal. His housemate didn't even seem to have the decency to look embarassed; he was just tilting his head, eyes black and bright. "I did," Phillip replied very serenely, "But you seemed preoccupied and didn't hear me."
"That's because I was-!! Ugh, what do you want."
"I could wait until you're done," Phillip offered, and Shoutarou stared again. The boy shrugged, a slight rise and fall of thin shoulders. "You came back in a bad mood. Masturbation is proven to be a very relaxing activity. The endorphins released during the process of orgasm-"
"Stop, stop, stop," Shoutarou said weakly. If he let Phillip ruminate on the subject any further, Shoutarou thought that his feelings towards sex was going to be ruined. Possibly forever. "Really, what do you want?"
"I'm out of paper."
"Again?"
Phillip gave him one of those looks which clearly signalled that he thought Shoutarou was kind of an idiot. "You asked me to find out everything with keywords 'Wind City' and 'evil organization'. I need more paper."
"We are living in an ecology-friendly city," Shoutarou said with more patience than he thought he had. "One day they're going to stop selling me paper because we're not being ecologically friendly."
"You stopped me from writing on the walls."
"That's because I didn't want the landlady to think that she's putting up a madman!"
Phillip looked infuriatingly unfazed while he being yelled at, so Shoutarou gave up and fell back on his pillow. "I'll get your paper," he said quietly at last, and was turning his back to signal the end of the conversation when Phillip suddenly sat down at the edge of the bed (so fast), and shoved a hand down Shoutarou's pants (which he belatedly realized he never zipped back up during the entirety of their conversation).
"P-Phillip! What the hell-"
"This is a natural process that is relaxing, isn't it?" Phillip said, and Shoutarou wanted to move away; he's not into guys, thank you very much, but then Phillip's wrist did a quick twist and his fingers slid down, and the fact that Phillip's hands were baby smooth and cool, so different from his own, Shoutarou's hips can't help rising in response. His traitorous hand, instead of pushing away Phillip's, wrapped around it instead.
The really creepy thing, Shoutarou thought, aside from Phillip being incredibly proficient at jerking him off, was the lack of expression on Phillip's face as he watched him. It made Shoutarou feel like a bug under a microscope; his reactions dissected and examined and then put away, maybe for later study. Phillip's eyes were very black, and almost hypnotic, because Shoutarou couldn't look away. There was a slight quirk to Phillip's lips, and maybe a soft inhalation when Shoutarou came, embarassingly loud and all too quickly.
It took him a few moments to gather himself again, at which time Phillip had the sense to take some tissue and clean up the sticky mess, put him back to rights. Shoutarou swallowed, tore his gaze away and said, very evenly, "You took me by surprise. This won't happen again."
Phillip simply patted Shoutarou's thigh, got up and replied, "You are a very interesting person, Hidari Shoutarou."
Adult situations.
Work that day had been especially odious; of all things he had been tasked to search for, a missing cat had to be one of the most ridiculous. Shoutarou knew that missing cats were a staple of most of the detective stories he read when he was young, but he could hardly believe that it happened to him. In the end, the blasted creature actually came home on its own, and Shoutarou went home to get drunk in a fit, pissed off and unpaid for the day's work.
Alcohol always managed to calm him, or at least take the edge off of the general sense of unfairness and futility that perpetuated the profession. Phillip had been buried in paper again when he returned, but it was easy to ignore the other boy. Shoutarou grabbed his cheap beer from the fridge, and proceeded to drown his woes in his room.
He had finally settled down, feeling pleasantly buzzed by the alcohol and was working on a good wank. The room was dim and slightly cool from the wind and he was adjusting his head on the pillow to get more comfortable when something caught the corner of his gaze and holy FUCK Phillip's standing there watching him.
"Do you ever knock?!" Shoutarou shouted, taking his hand out of his pants and failing miserably at hiding his arousal. His housemate didn't even seem to have the decency to look embarassed; he was just tilting his head, eyes black and bright. "I did," Phillip replied very serenely, "But you seemed preoccupied and didn't hear me."
"That's because I was-!! Ugh, what do you want."
"I could wait until you're done," Phillip offered, and Shoutarou stared again. The boy shrugged, a slight rise and fall of thin shoulders. "You came back in a bad mood. Masturbation is proven to be a very relaxing activity. The endorphins released during the process of orgasm-"
"Stop, stop, stop," Shoutarou said weakly. If he let Phillip ruminate on the subject any further, Shoutarou thought that his feelings towards sex was going to be ruined. Possibly forever. "Really, what do you want?"
"I'm out of paper."
"Again?"
Phillip gave him one of those looks which clearly signalled that he thought Shoutarou was kind of an idiot. "You asked me to find out everything with keywords 'Wind City' and 'evil organization'. I need more paper."
"We are living in an ecology-friendly city," Shoutarou said with more patience than he thought he had. "One day they're going to stop selling me paper because we're not being ecologically friendly."
"You stopped me from writing on the walls."
"That's because I didn't want the landlady to think that she's putting up a madman!"
Phillip looked infuriatingly unfazed while he being yelled at, so Shoutarou gave up and fell back on his pillow. "I'll get your paper," he said quietly at last, and was turning his back to signal the end of the conversation when Phillip suddenly sat down at the edge of the bed (so fast), and shoved a hand down Shoutarou's pants (which he belatedly realized he never zipped back up during the entirety of their conversation).
"P-Phillip! What the hell-"
"This is a natural process that is relaxing, isn't it?" Phillip said, and Shoutarou wanted to move away; he's not into guys, thank you very much, but then Phillip's wrist did a quick twist and his fingers slid down, and the fact that Phillip's hands were baby smooth and cool, so different from his own, Shoutarou's hips can't help rising in response. His traitorous hand, instead of pushing away Phillip's, wrapped around it instead.
The really creepy thing, Shoutarou thought, aside from Phillip being incredibly proficient at jerking him off, was the lack of expression on Phillip's face as he watched him. It made Shoutarou feel like a bug under a microscope; his reactions dissected and examined and then put away, maybe for later study. Phillip's eyes were very black, and almost hypnotic, because Shoutarou couldn't look away. There was a slight quirk to Phillip's lips, and maybe a soft inhalation when Shoutarou came, embarassingly loud and all too quickly.
It took him a few moments to gather himself again, at which time Phillip had the sense to take some tissue and clean up the sticky mess, put him back to rights. Shoutarou swallowed, tore his gaze away and said, very evenly, "You took me by surprise. This won't happen again."
Phillip simply patted Shoutarou's thigh, got up and replied, "You are a very interesting person, Hidari Shoutarou."