[KRW;prose] that one time (A)
Hidari Shoutarou, Phillip
Adult situations. There are two different endings to this fic, the more adult version is backdated so it doesn't show up on anybody's flist. Choose your poison.
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 the 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!" Shoutarou sat up as he shouted the last sentence, and then realized that he had not, in fact, zipped up his pants during the entirety of their argument. His cheeks burned.
"Get out!" he howled, and flung a pillow at Phillip's impassive face. It didn't surprise him when Phillip caught it neatly, but it was strangely infuriating, how odd this person really was. Shoutarou zipped up his pants before he could humiliate himself any further, and bit out, "I'll buy your paper, just-" His anger suddenly seeped out of him like air from a balloon. "Just. Leave. Please."
He refused to look at Phillip as the other boy returned his pillow, and shied away when Phillip tried to touch him. When the door to his room closed, Shoutarou punched his mattress once, and tried not to scream.
Adult situations. There are two different endings to this fic, the more adult version is backdated so it doesn't show up on anybody's flist. Choose your poison.
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 the 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!" Shoutarou sat up as he shouted the last sentence, and then realized that he had not, in fact, zipped up his pants during the entirety of their argument. His cheeks burned.
"Get out!" he howled, and flung a pillow at Phillip's impassive face. It didn't surprise him when Phillip caught it neatly, but it was strangely infuriating, how odd this person really was. Shoutarou zipped up his pants before he could humiliate himself any further, and bit out, "I'll buy your paper, just-" His anger suddenly seeped out of him like air from a balloon. "Just. Leave. Please."
He refused to look at Phillip as the other boy returned his pillow, and shied away when Phillip tried to touch him. When the door to his room closed, Shoutarou punched his mattress once, and tried not to scream.