Inanimate Objects Love

By Yukitsu

Standard Disclaimers Apply

Notes: It's crack, okey? D: First written while with LMC on MSN. It'll be a series, by every gay pair Nishiura can have. CRACK, I SAY.

Azusa's Table

I like my owner. He's a nice enough boy. He makes sure the stuff on me are always organized, and that my surface is always clean. He's had me for ten years, but here I am, still looking like three. I might have gotten chipped and scratched now and then from accidental brushes with my friend, the aluminum bat, but Azusa is nothing but disciplined.

He's been busy lately, though. When high school started, he joined a new team and, to my understanding, became captain again. He was only home a few hours each day, and that was to eat and sleep, not to study. I often wondered where in the world this boy cracked those books open.

But that's not my point. After their first big game, his schedule lightened up enough that he could take friends home again (he doesn't really like to because of the women here, but sometimes he brings a few over to study). It's nice to be used for academic progress, but that isn't really the case, is it?

These days, my boy spends a lot of time lying down on me, usually with another boy on top of him. I can certainly take the extra weight – I'm made of good wood, after all, and the other boy doesn't weigh too much – but the rocking and the other movements they make are troublesome for my legs. It makes me feel my age, all ten years of it, and that's never really good.

They're at it again. Oh, my back….

Sometimes, odd things drip on me, too. They haven't left stains yet, but they do sometimes tend to smell. Azusa cleans the mess up carefully afterwards, of course, but it does get uncomfortable. My close friend, the bed, told me once that they use me often because I'm easier to clean than she is, though they also sometimes engaged in the activity on top of her. Always leaves her rumpled and flustered, I say.

Oh, dear, one of my legs is creaking. This is certainly not good, not good at all. I do hope Azusa notices, but he seems terribly distracted during these moments….

"Tajima, the ta—tab—table will break."

Ah, he did notice. That's my boy, never lets me down.

"Just a bit… more!"

"Aa—mmmhn. W-wait, dam—fuck."

…And this increase in movement is supposed to be keeping me from breaking?

"Just a—bit—!"

"U-uhn…!"

Ah. They've stopped. Just in time, too. My leg is killing me. That uncomfortable thing on my back is there, too, but that's really nothing when compared to the damage to my leg. Azusa better repair me, or he will find his beloved mittens gone.

….

What now?

Oh, my. Clearly, I forgot that they can do it over and over in a single night.

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5:46AM 1/06/2008